Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Le Diable Au Coeur Composer(s): Cécile Laggiard Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Un soleil farouche Pèse sur ma bouche En pétales d'or Un soleil de fièvre Pèse sur mes lèvres Pèse sur mon corps Et l'été Ce presque rien Ce presque tout Ce comédien Qui se glisse Dans ma vie Comme un ami Et l'été Ce Jean la fleur Ce Jean le fort Ce baroudeur Qui me met Le diable au corps Le diable au coeur
Je voudrais t'écrire Je voudrais te dire Je m'ennuie de toi Mais les heures passent Mon désir se lasse Au fil de ma joie
Un soleil farouche Pèse sur ma bouche En pétales d'or Un soleil de fièvre Pèse sur mes lèvres Pèse sur mon corps Et l'été Ce presque rien Ce presque tout Ce comédien Qui se glisse Dans ma vie Comme un ami Et l'été Ce Jean la fleur Ce Jean le fort Ce baroudeur Qui me met Le diable au corps Le diable au coeur
D'autres me regardent Mon rêve ballade Un peu dans leurs bras C'est déjà sourire C'est déjà le dire C'est vouloir déjà
Un soleil farouche Pèse sur ma bouche En pétales d'or Un soleil de fièvre Pèse sur mes lèvres Pèse sur mon corps Et l'été Ce presque rien Ce presque tout Ce comédien Qui se glisse Dans ma vie Comme un ami Et l'été Ce Jean la fleur Ce Jean le fort Ce baroudeur Qui me met Le diable au corps Le diable au coeur
Big City Lights Composer(s): Bob Hall; Chris Youlden Performer(s): Savoy Brown
I've been a long way from home and I can't sleep at night I've go a funny feeling something just ain't right I'll just stand here watching the big city lights
I keep thinking 'bout my baby, bound to go away Well she gone and leave me yes, she's gone to stay Now I'll get even baby some sweet day
I've been a long way from home and I can't sleep at night I've go a funny feeling something just ain't right I'll just stand here watching the big city lights
I've been a long way from home and I can't sleep at night I've go a funny feeling something just ain't right Got a long way from home and the big city lights
If I Were King Of The Forest Composer(s): E.Y. Harburg - Harold Arlen Performer(s): Bert Lahr and multiple other artists
If I were King of the forest Not Queen, not Duke, not Prince My regal robes of the forest Would be satin, not cotton, not chintz I'd command each thing Be it fish or fowl With a wussh and a wussh And a royal growl....wunf!
As I'd click my heel All the trees would kneel And the mountains bow And the bulls kowtow And the sparrow would take wing If I, if I were King!
Each rabbit would show respect to me The chipmunks genuflect to me Though my tail would lash I would show compash For every underling If I, if I were King! Just King!
Monarch of all I survey Mo-o-o-n-a-a-a-a-arch of all I survey!
Big City Cat Composer(s): Steve Forbert Performer(s): Steve Forbert
Buildings an' people down under the skies I walk down the street lookin' out through my eyes I'm getting so skinny it hurts to sit down I'm deep in the well, I'm in the rat trap town
Where it's dirty for dirty, it's an eye for an eye it's a tooth for a tooth an' a sigh for a sigh an' ev'rything's edgy like musical chairs an' ev'ryone's lookin', but who really cares?
Well, I'm tryna get up, tryna laugh in my head I'm walkin' on eggs and I'm climbin' on thread There's motors an' traffic an' racket an' horns my weary ol' stairway is wobbly an' worn
There a hissin' of heaters an' bangin' ol' pipes screaming of women an' laughin' all night there's babies a-cryin' an' somebody's dog he's barkin' so loudly, there's a man in the hall...
Hell, it's some kinda lunatic followin' me He's down by the john so I can't take a pee I'm 's'posed t' be happy, I'm here where it's at I'm a face in the crowd, I'm a big city cat
If I Only Had The Nerve Composer(s): E.Y. Harburg - Harold Arlen Performer(s): Bert Lahr, Judy Garland, Ray Bolger, Jack Haley
Lion: Yeh, it's sad, believe me, Missy When you're born to be a sissy Without the vim and verve But I could show my prowess Be a lion not a mou-ess If I only had the nerve
I'm afraid there's no denyin' I'm just a dandelion A fate I don't deserve I'd be brave as a blizzard Tin Man: I'd be gentle as a lizard Scarecrow: I'd be clever as a gizzard Dorothy: If the Wizard is a Wizard who will serve Scarecrow: Then I'm sure to get a brain Tin Man: A heart Dorothy: A home Lion: The nerve
Big City
Composer(s): Paul Williams - Sam Humphrey
Performer(s): Ernest Tubb
I'm walking your streets again big city Searching every face that I see Looking for my darling big city The one that you took away from me
You lured her with your night life big city To take her from me you know it was wrong I'm searching night and day for her big city Oh without her love I just can't go on
Ah Leon
You took my love away from me big city Stole her out of my two loving arms You know I'm gonna hate you big city If you brought my baby any harm
I'm walking your streets again big city Searching every face that I see Looking for my darling big city The one that you took away from me
Le Diable (Ça Va) Composer(s): Jacques Brel First release by: Jacques Brel - 1954 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1970 - De Duivel (Will Ferdy) 1989 - The Devil (Okay) (Marc Almond) 2008 - De Duivel (Micheline & Bruno Brel)
Un jour le Diable vint sur terre, un jour le Diable vint sur terre pour surveiller ses intérêts, il a tout vu le Diable, il a tout entendu et après avoir tout vu, après avoir tout entendu, il est retourné chez lui, là-bas Et là-bas on avait fait un grand banquet, à la fin du banquet, il s'est levé le Diable, il a prononcé un discours et en substance il a dit ceci, il a dit
Il y a toujours un peu partout Des feux illuminant la terre ça va Les hommes s'amusent comme des fous Aux dangereux jeux de la guerre ça va Les trains déraillent avec fracas Parce que des gars pleins d'idéal Mettent des bombes sur les voies Ça fait des morts originales Ça fait des morts sans confession Des confessions sans rémission ça va
Rien ne se vend mais tout s'achète L'honneur et même la sainteté ça va Les États se muent en cachette En anonymes sociétés ça va Les grands s'arrachent les dollars Venus du pays des enfants L'Europe répète l'Avare Dans un décor de mil neuf cent Ça fait des morts d'inanition Et l'inanition des nations ça va
Les hommes ils en ont tant vu Que leurs yeux sont devenus gris ça va Et l'on ne chante même plus Dans toutes les rues de Paris ça va On traite les braves de fous Et les poètes de nigauds Mais dans les journaux de partout Tous les salauds ont leur photo Ça fait mal aux honnêtes gens Et rire les malhonnêtes gens Ça va ça va ça va ça va
Big Chief Composer(s): Earl King; Wardell Quezergue Performer(s): Professor Longhair
Me got fire me can't put it out heap firewater gonna make me shout I going down and get my squaw Me might buy a great big car I'm gonna do everything I could Me big Chief, I'm feeling good Me Big Chief, I got 'em tribe Got my squaw right by my side My spyboy, he just went by My flagboy, he full of fire Me whole tribe just having fun We gonna dance till morning come
De Duivel ((aka De Duivel (Micheline & Bruno Brel) - 2008)) ((Adapted from: Le Diable (Ça Va) (Jacques Brel) - 1954)) ((English Version: The Devil (Okay) (Marc Almond) - 1989)) Composer(s): Jacques Brel - Will Ferdy Performer(s): Will Ferdy - 1970
Op zekere dag is de hemel op aarde gekomen hij is gekomen om mijn belangen na te gaan, de duivel Hij heeft alles gehoord en hij heeft alles gezien en nadat hij alles gehoord en gezien had is hij teruggekeerd, daarginds En ginds had men een groot banket voorbereid en op het einde van het banket is de duivel rechtgestaan en heeft een toespraak gehouden een toespraak die hier ongeveer op neerkwam Hij zei, de duivel
t Gaat goed! Men maakt zich altijd hier of daar weer voor een nieuwe oorlog klaar das goed! Het menselijk vernuft is groot het zoekt maar naar de wreedste dood das goed!
Een trein ontriggeld met kabaal omdat de man, vol ideaal een bom geplaatst heeft op het spoor dat valt niet alle dagen voor Maar dat maakt doden zonder biecht wanneer zo n trein de lucht invliegt das goed Haha!!!
En alles koopt men daar voor geld de liefde en zelfs de eerbaarheid das goed! De straten dreigen met geweld en leven is oneindigheid das goed!
De jacht op dollars gaat maar door de groten loeren op elkaar en in zijn authentiek decor siddert Europa voor t gevaar dat maakt weer doden langs de straat en zelfs de dood van meenge staat das goed Haha!!!
De mensen zijn het leven moe hun ogen blijven angstig toe das goed! Wijl alle blijheid hen ontgaat klinkt er geen lied meer langs de straat das goed!
Een brave mens wordt nu bespot een dichter scheld men uit voor zot terwijl in t dagblad elke schoft op t voorblad met zijn foto boft wat brave mensen lijden doet en d ander schamper lachen doet das goed! Das goed! Das goed! Haha!!!
Big Butter And Egg Man Composer(s): Louis Armstrong; Percy Venable Performer(s): Louis Armstrong and various other artists
Now she wants...a butter and egg man From way out in the West She wants somebody...who's workin' all day So she's got money...when she wants to play
Now pretty clothes...they'll never be mine But what she told me the other day I hope she don't change her mind Now she wants...a butter and egg man A great big butter and egg man From way down South
The Devil (Okay) ((Adapted from: Le Diable (Ça Va) (Jacques Brel) - 1954)) ((Dutch Versions: De Duivel (by Will Ferdy) - 1970; De Duivel (Micheline & Bruno Brel) - 2008)) Composer(s): Jacques Brel - Paul Francis Buck Performer(s): Marc Almond - 1989
One day the devil came above ground One day the devil came above ground To study his interests He saw everything The devil, he heard everything And having seen all Having heard all He returned to his home below And down below They organised a grand feast At the end of this feast The devil rose to deliver his speach This is the jist of what he said
Okay!
Okay The world up there is like a sea Of raging fires that spit and roar Okay And man has fought like crazy With dangerous games of war Okay Trains are derailed A crash His boys filled with ideals Place bombs on the tracks Well that creates original death That death creates without confession Confessions without remission Okay Nothing is sold But all is bought Honour and sainthood Okay And states change secretly Into anonymous societies Okay hey hey And the mighty extort their dollars From countries that are poor And Europe also rips the scars With it's post colonial gorge That creates death from starvation And starvation of nations Okay And man has seen so much of it That his eyes have become grey Okay, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey And no songs seem to exist Except when sung on stage Okay They dispense with hired thugs And jack-ass poets get the elbow but in the papers everywhere Every shit has his photo That creates evil in honest folk And laughter in dishonest ones Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! Hahaha! Okay! Hahaha! Okay
Big Bruce Composer(s): John H. Duffey Performer(s): Steve Greenberg; The Country Gentlemen
The folk history of America is the history of its heroes Big workin' men like John Henry, Paul Bunyan snd Big Bad John But today I'd like to introduce a new folk hero He didn't work in a mine, or in a railroad, or any of those strenuous occupations He worked in a beauty salon and his name was Bruce ...
Well ev'ry day at the salon you can see him arrive He stood six foot six, weighed one-o-five He's kinda narrow at the shoulders, narrow in the hips With a curl in his hair and a smile on his lips Big Bruce ... Big Bad Bruce
No-one seemed to know where Bruce came from He kinda swished into town and stayed all alone Never said much, kind o' quiet and shy And when he spoke at all, it was just to say "Hi" Big Bruce ... Big Bad Bruce
Same say he came from New Orleans Where he had a social group called the Cajun Queens Some say Hollywood or Beverly Hills Where he got arrested for passin' three-dollar bills That's Bruce
Then came the day o' that terrible fire Something went wrong in the number five dryer Into the chaos of those matronly caves Went Big Bad Bruce, a-just a-fannin' the flames Big Bruce ... Big Bad Brucey-Woosey
Well, the flames grew higher and the fire got worse And someone heard Brucey cry, "Mercy, I forgot my purse!" Into the fire with a squeal and a shout We waited an hour, but he never came out Poor Bruce ... Poor old Bruce
Where that salon once stood is a grocery store But his name will live for evermore In the annals of time and in the hall of fame As a gay young cat who went down in flames Big Bruce
Le Dernier Slow ((Adapted from: Blu (Luciano Angeleri) - 1979))
Composer(s): Luciano Angeleri - Claude Lemesle - Pierre Delanoë
Performer(s): Joe Dassin - 1979
Versions In Other Languages:
1979 - Droom (Benny Neyman)
1980 - Save Me The Dance (Perry Como)
Et si ce soir, on dansait le dernier slow Comme si l'air du temps se trompait de tempo Et si ce soir on dansait le dernier slow Un peu de tendresse au milieu du disco
C'était pourtant bien De danser très doux Et de se fondre au point D'oublier tout autour de nous C'était pourtant bon Et moi j'étais pour Finir sur les violons Pour commencer l'amour
Et si ce soir, on dansait le dernier slow Un peu de tendresse au milieu du disco Et si ce soir, on dansait le dernier slow Un peu de tendresse au milieu du disco
On ne verra plus Ces joue contre joue Entre deux inconnus Qui n'avaient pas de rendez-vous Mais on verra bien C'est gagné d'avance Les amoureux de demain Vont nous inventer d'autres danses
Et si ce soir, on dansait le dernier slow Un peu de tendresse au milieu du disco Et si ce soir, on dansait le dernier slow Un peu de tendresse au milieu du disco...
Big Brother's Still Watching Composer(s): Steve Lukather; Richard Marx; Fee Waybill Performer(s): The Tubes
The silent horde comes creeping through the night Shuns the lights and cameras staying out of sight We've been warned There's no one else to blame Take your medicine before they take your brain
I can't believe there's no one listening
Talking heads explain the latest new reform You won't get much to say until you've been reborn
Look at the eyes there's something missing
Don't you think it strange how they only change the name Where's the open door Well it's on the thirteenth floor I know you've heard it all before
Big Brother's watching us with eyes in the sky I think I've had enough of asking why
I know they're still watching us No where to hide It's time to turn and fight for your life
All the time you spent hiding in the dark Take your poison pen and stab it in their heart
That may arouse a slight suspicion
Don't you think it's weird 'til they passify your fears Change the right to wrong and we follow right along The bouncing ball will lead us on
Big Brother's watching us with eyes in the sky I think I've had enough of asking why I know they're still watching us No where to hide It's time to turn and fight for your life
Big Brother Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Bateaux panaméens, marchands d'armes français Tueurs américains, matériel japonais Capitaux catholiques, call-girls asiatiques Big Brother is watching you!
Des vrilles dans les dents, les paupières brûlées Voyageur du sertao des déserts cendrés Les prisons sont fertiles et la vie si fragile ... Big Brother is watching you!
Là où la CIA surveille le magot Il y a le KGB qui fait ton numéro Et si tu leur fais face, ils t'tireront dans le dos Big Brother is watching you!
Ton pognon se ballade dans de petits lingots De New York à Lausanne en passant par Rio Et tu verses à l'épargne, et tu verses à l'impôt Big Brother is watching you!
T'es vivant camarade! Ça vient d'être un délit Fais ton autocritique sur ton crâne poli Inscris ton matricule numéro du zombie Big Brother is watching you!
Big Brother te regarde de son il de plâtre Parano et livide, décervelé noirâtre On arrive bientôt, 1984! Big Brother is watching you!
Je t'aime au plus profond au-dessus des salauds Mais aurai-je le temps de trouver mon îlot Avant que dans le ciel ne revienne à nouveau Big Brother is watching you!
Big Boy Pete ((aka The Jolly Green Giant (The Kingsmen) - 1965))
Composer(s): Don Harris - Dewey Terry
First release by: Don & Dewey and Their Band - 1959
Covered by multiple other artists
Woo!
The joint was a jumpin' on the corner (yeah-yeah) Down on a Honky Tonk Street (yeah-yeah) When all of a sudden up drove a Cadillac (yeah-yeah) And out stepped a cat named Pete
Diamonds on-a every finger (yeah-yeah) Wore a tailor-made suit He smoked a black cigar (so what?) He wore a Stetson hat (yeah) He wore a pair-a cowboy boots
He busted on through the doorway (yeah-yeah) Bad as-a he could be (yeah-yeah) He pulled out his pistol, he turned around He said, 'My name is a Big Boy Pete'
The music stopped, there wasn't a sound A-over in the corner stood-a, Bad Man Brown Brown smiled a grin, he said, 'My friend' ('You take your 3 steps forward and I'm 'onna-a, clue you in')
Now Pete said, 'A look it, here buddy' (yeah-yeah) 'Fore I tan your hide' (yeah-yeah) I got a forty-five to keep me alive Seven bullets on my side
Brown pulled a knife, he jumped on Pete They fought from the counter right on out to the street They swung from north, they swung from south Brown cut that black cigar right outta Pete's mouth! Pete hit the ground, he yelled and screamed (Pete took his Stetson hat and beat the scene)
Now if you're ever down on the corner (yeah-yeah) Down on-a Honky Tonk Street (yeah-yeah) Don't mess with Brown (yeah-yeah) He'll cut you down Take a message from-a Big Boy Pete
Big Boss Man Composer(s): Luther Dixon; Al Smith Originally performed by: Jimmy Reed Covered by various other artists
Big boss man, can't you hear me when I call? Big boss man, can't you hear me when I call? You ain't so big, you just tall, that's just about all
You got me working boss man, a workin' around the clock I want a little drink of whiskey, you sure won't let me stop Big boss man, can't you hear me when I call? You ain't so big, you just tall, that's just about all
I'm gonna get me a boss man, one gonna treat me right I work hard in the daytime, sure get drunk at night
You ain't so big, you just tall, that's just about all
