Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Le Galérien Composer(s): Leo Poll - Maurice Druon Performer(s): Yves Montand and multiple other artists
Je m'souviens, ma mèr' m'aimait Et je suis aux galères Je m'souviens ma mèr' disait Mais je n'ai pas cru ma mère Ne traîn' pas dans les ruisseaux T'bats pas comme un sauvage T'amuses pas comm' les oiseaux Ell' me disait d'être sage
J'ai pas tué, j'ai pas volé J'voulais courir la chance J'ai pas tué, j'ai pas volé J'voulais qu'chaqu' jour soit dimanche Je m'souviens ma mèr' pleurait Dès qu'je passais la porte Je m'souviens comme ell'pleurait Ell' voulait pas que je sorte
Toujours, toujours ell' disait T'en vas pas chez les filles Fais donc pas toujours c'qui t'plait Dans les prisons y a des grilles J'ai pas tué, j'ai pas volé Mais j'ai cru Madeleine J'ai pas tué, j'ai pas volé J'voulais pas lui fair'de peine
Un jour les soldats du roi T'emmen'ront aux galères Tu t'en iras trois par trois Comme ils ont emmn'nés ton père Tu auras la têt' rasée On te mettra des chaînes T'en auras les reins brisés Et moi j'en mourrai de peine
J'ai pas tué, j'ai pas volé Mais j'ai pas cru ma mère Et je m'souviens qu'ell' m'aimait Pendant qu'je rame aux galères
Big Ship Composer(s): Raymond Froggatt Performer(s): Cliff Richard; Herman's Hermits
I do believe my eyes are telling me lies I saw a ship ashore, a baked apple pie Hiding in corners and climbing up trees Love is a big ship, following me
Big ship, following me Love is a big ship, following me
Some like it cool, some like it hot You see me cool, like a fool, with all the loving I got Passing the world and the world's passing me Love is a big ship, following me
Big ship, following me Love is a big ship, following me
Just like, just like a big ship, just like, just like a big ship Just like, just like a big ship, following me, following me
Make me feel good, while you're shaking me down Singers sing dooby-doo all over town Dooby-dooby-doo-dah, singing dooby-doo-dee Love is a big ship, following me
Make me feel good, while you're shaking me down Singers are singing dooby-doo all over town Dooby-dooby-doo-dah, singing dooby-doo-dee Love is a big ship, following me
Big ship, following me Love is a big ship, following me
Just like, just like a big ship, just like, just like a big ship Just like, just like a big ship, following me, following me Following me, following me
Le Freak Composer(s): Bernard Edwards - Nile Rodgers First release by: Chic - 1979 Covered by multiple other artists
Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out!
Have you heard about the new dance craze? Listen to us, I'm sure you'll be amazed Big fun to be had by everyone It's up to you, It surely can be done Young and old are doing it, I'm told Just one try, and you too will be sold It's called Le Freak! They're doing it night and day Allow us, we'll show you the way
Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out!
All that pressure got you down Has your head spinning all around Feel the rhythm, check the ride Come on along and have a real good time Like the days of stopping at the Savoy Now we freak, oh what a joy Just come on down, two fifty four Find a spot out on the floor
Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out!
Now Freak! I said Freak! Now Freak!
All that pressure got you down Has your head spinning all around Feel the rhythm, check the ride Come on along and have a real good time Like the days of stopping at the Savoy Now we freak, oh what a joy Just come on down, two fifty four Find a spot out on the floor
Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out!
Hey Pal! How do I get to town from here? And he said: Well just take a right where they're going to build that new shopping mall go straight past where they're going to put in the freeway take a left at what's going to be the new sports center and keep going until you hit the place where they're thinking of building that drive-in bank You can't miss it And I said: This must be the place
Ooo coo coo Golden cities Golden towns Golden cities Golden towns And long cars in long lines and great big signs and they all say: Hallelujah Yodellayheehoo Every man for himself Ooo coo coo Golden cities Golden towns Thanks for the ride
Big Science Hallelujah.. Yodellayheehoo
You know I think we should put some mountains here Otherwise, what are all the characters going to fall off of? And what about stairs? Yodellayheehoo Ooo coo coo
Here's a man who lives a life of danger Everywhere he goes he stays - a stranger Howdy stranger Mind if I smoke? And he said Every man, every man for himself Every man, every man for himself All in favor say aye
Big Science Hallelujah.. Yodellayheehoo
Hey Professor! Could you turn out the lights? Let's roll the film
Big Science Hallelujah Every man, every man for himself Big Science Hallelujah Yodellayheehoo
Le Fou Sur La Colline ((Adapted from: The Fool On The Hill (by The Beatles) - 1967)) ((Icelandic Version: Álfur Út Úr Hól (by Björk Guðmundsdóttir) - 1977)) Composer(s): Paul McCartney - John Lennon - Claude Moine Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell - 1968
Jour après jour Seul sur la colline Un homme vit retiré du monde comme s'il s'agissait d'une île Et personne ne vient lui parler On le surnomme le fou Non, personne ne veut s'approcher De ce fou sur la colline Qui regarde les nuages Caresser ses cheveux L'horizon dans les yeux
Jour après jour Seul sur la colline Un homme vit retiré du monde comme s'il s'agissait d'une île Et personne ne vient lui parler On le surnomme le fou Non, personne ne veut s'approcher De ce fou sur la colline Qui regarde les nuages Caresser ses cheveux L'horizon dans les yeux
Même moi qui suis attiré Par celui que l'on nomme fou Je suis toujours intimidé Par ce fou sur la colline Qui contemple les nuages Caresser ses cheveux L'horizon dans les yeux
Personne ne vient lui parler On le surnomme le fou Non, personne ne veut s'approcher De ce fou sur la colline Qui regarde les nuages Caresser ses cheveux L'horizon dans les yeux
Big Rock Candy Mountain Composer(s): Harry McClintock Originally performed by: Harry McClintock Covered by various other artists
One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was burning Down the track came a hobo hiking and he said boys I'm not turning I'm headin for a land that's far away beside the crystal fountains So come with me we'll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains there's a land that's fair and bright Where the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night Where the boxcars are all empty and the sun shines every day On the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees Where the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains all the cops have wooden legs And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft boiled eggs The farmer's trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay Oh, I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow Where the rain don't fall and the wind don't blow In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains you never change your socks And the little streams of alcohol come a-tricklin' down the rocks The brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind There's a lake of stew and of whiskey too You can paddle all around 'em in a big canoe In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains the jails are made of tin And you can walk right out again as soon as you are in There ain't no short handled shovels, no axes saws or picks I'm a goin to stay where you sleep all day Where they hung the jerk that invented work In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
I'll see you all this coming fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountains
Álfur Út Úr Hól ((Adapted from: The Fool On The Hill (by The Beatles) - 1967)) ((French Version: Le Fou Sur La Colline (by Eddy Mitchell) - 1968)) Composer(s): Paul McCartney - John Lennon - Björgvin Hólm Performer(s): Björk Guðmundsdóttir - 1977
Dag eftir dag Einsamall a hol Naunginn Undarlegi par sem haninn gol
Enginn vill um hann vita Og peir benda hvar kjaninn fer Hann praukar samt afram sjalfur
Veizt um alf ut a hol Hann ser dyrdlega sol Og hans augu sja meir Pau sja heim, falinn peim
Bidd'ann um hjalp, Pa kemur hann skjott Hann sem a pusund raddir Hvislar sannleikann fljott
Enginn vill hlusta a hann Eda hljodin I leyndum song Hann virdist samt ekki vita
Veizt um alf ut a hol Hann ser dyrdlega sol Og hans augu sja meir Pau sja heim, falinn peim
Enginn vill lita til hans I kofanum sudur med sjo Hann praukar samt afram sjalfur
Veizt um alf ut a hol Hann ser dyrdlega sol Og hans augu sja meir Pau sja heim, falinn peim
Enginn vill hlusta a hann Og peir benda hvar kjaninn fer Hann praukar samt afram sjalfur
Veizt um alf ut a hol Hann ser dyrdlega sol Og hans augu sja meir Pau sja heim, falinn peim
Big Rock Candy Mountain (Traditional) Performer(s): Burl Ives and various other artists
Oh, the buzzin of the bees and the cigarette trees The soda water fountain Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
On a summers day, in the month of May A billy-bum come hikin Down a shady lane near the sugar cane He was lookin for his liklin As he strolled along he sung a song Of the land of milk and honey Where a bum can stay for many a day And he wont need any money
Oh, the buzzin of the bees and the cigarette trees The soda water fountain Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain The cops have wooden legs The bulldogs all have rubber teeth And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs The farmers trees are full of fruit The barns are full of hay I want to go where there aint no snow Where the sleet dont fall and the wind dont blow In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
Oh, the buzzin of the bees and the cigarette trees The soda water fountain Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
Oh, the buzzin of the bees and the cigarette trees The soda water fountain Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
The Fool On The Hill Composer(s): Paul McCartney - John Lennon First release by: The Beatles - 1967 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1968 - Le Fou Sur La Colline (by Eddy Mitchell) 1977 - Álfur Út Úr Hól (by Björk Guðmundsdóttir)
Day after day Alone on a hill The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still But nobody wants to know him They can see that he's just a fool And he never gives an answer
But the fool on the hill Sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head See the world spinning 'round
Well on the way Head in a cloud The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud But nobody ever hears him or the sound he appears to make and he never seems to notice
But the fool on the hill Sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head See the world spinning 'round
And nobody seems to like him they can tell what he wants to do and he never shows his feelings
But the fool on the hill Sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head See the world spinning 'round
Ooh, ooh Round and round and round
And he never listens to them He knows that they're the fools They don't like him
The fool on the hill Sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head See the world spinning 'round
Big River Composer(s): Johnny Cash Originally performed by: Johnny Cash Covered by various other artists
Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die
I met her accidentally in St. Paul (Minnesota) And it tore me up every time I heard her drawl, Southern drawl Then I heard my dream was back Downstream cavortin' in Davenport And I followed you, Big River, when you called
Then you took me to St. Louis later on (down the river) A freighter said she's been here But she's gone, boy, she's gone I found her trail in Memphis But she just walked up the block She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone
Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge River Queen, roll it on Take that woman on down to New Orleans, New Orleans Go on, I've had enough Dump my blues down in the gulf She loves you, Big River, more than me
Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die
Big Railroad Blues Composer(s): Noah Lewis Originally performed by: Cannon's Jug Stompers Covered by: Grateful Dead; Hot Tuna
Well my mama told me, my papa told me too Now my mama told me, papa told me too Well I shouldn't be here Tryin' to sing these railroad blues
Wish I'd a'listened, oh-oh to what my mama said Wish I'd a'listened, oh-oh to what my mama said Well I wouldn't be here Tryin' to sleep in this cold iron bed
Well I went to the depot, I never got there on time Went down to the depot, never got there on time Well my train done left She's a rollin' down the line
Mister Jailer go away now, don't tell me no lies Mister Jailer go away, don't tell me no lies When the train's going down She's rollin' down the line
Well my mama told me, my papa told me too Now my mama told me, papa told me too Well I shouldn't be here Tryin' to sing these railroad blues
Ouais Un vieux fou dans le Colorado Sur son vieux cheval répétait Qu'il fallait dans le Colorado Sur sa guitare toujours danser
Ouais Les cow-boys du Colorado Surnommés les Coloradars Chaque année dans le Colorado Venaient danser pour ce vieillard
Les filles en rang deux par deux Et prenez l'air candide Sachez bien que les hommes sont stupides
Messieurs allez doucement Car ces filles dont timides Au vestiaire laissez vos tourments Et surtout pas d'énervements Ces belles filles ne sont pas des juments Oh non
Le vieux fou du Colorado Toute la nuit jouait de la guitare Les cow-boys du Colorado Grâce à lui se couchaient très tard
Soit Joe tu n'a pas changé À te voir on peux croire Que tu n'as jamais vu de baignoire Vous les veuves sur le retour Qui cherchez une foire Servez donc aux hommes du whisky Et dans la chaleur de la nuit Ils vous trouveront toutes jolies Oh oui
Il laissait du bonheur partout Si même sa guitare sonnait faux Il n'était vraiment pas si fou Le vieux fou du Colorado Il n'était vraiment pas si fou Le vieux fou du Colorado
Hé hé hé hé hé hé hé hé Le vieux fou du Colorado
Hé hé hé hé hé hé hé hé Le vieux fou du Colorado
Hé hé hé hé hé hé hé hé Le vieux fou du Colorado
Hé hé hé hé hé hé hé hé Le vieux fou du Colorado...
Big Noise From Winnetka Composer(s): Ray Bauduc; Bob Crosby; Bob Haggart; Gil Rodin Performer(s): Bette Midler
[Harlettes:] This is the story of a young girl who was the hippest chick in town They call her Big Noise from Winettka Miss Birdie's sure to get around Big Noise flew in from Winnetka stole each fellow's heart and then Big Noise flew in from Winnetka Big Noise flew right out again Stop! Look! Listen! Here comes the Big Noise! Stop! Look! Listen! Here comes the Big Noise!
[Bette:] I am the one they call the Big Noise I'm looking fine and feeling sharp I just flew in from Winnetka, don't you know? I'm gonna blow this joint apart!
I got my high heels! I don't need no wheels! My footwork is an art! You know the joint is jumpin' my heart is pumpin' and this is just the start! Whoa! I was a big noise from Winnetka I'll be a big noise in your heart! Whooooa!
[Harlettes:] Tempting when she's walkin' tempting when she's talkin'! Listen to her squakin'! There she goes 'round again up and then down again in and then out, ooooh, bop!
"Hi! Welcome to another foul evening with the Divine Miss M! "After many a summer dies the swan" but not when their stuck in a turkey as big as this one! Watch us as we scratch and claw out hour upon the stage in yet another feeble-minded attempt to turn chicken shit in to chicken salad Make no mistake about it, eggs will be laid tonight! Ain't that right girls? Oh, my girls My three favorite schochkies on the breakfront of life I'll never forget the first time I found these girls selling their papayas on 42nd Street So flushed, so filthy The astonishing verbal abuse they heaped upon me made me certain we were destined to share the stage someday Not only are my girls fine singers and dancers not only are they gorgeous and talented but they also think I'm god! Ain't that right, girls? They function as a greek chorus These girls don't know shit about Euripides but they know plenty about Trojans Ladies and gentlemen, a rousing hand for the semi-classical Harlettes! Laides! Alright girls, sing 'em your siren song, go ahead Turn them men into pigs Not the band, you idiots Those, that bunch right over there in the front row Not much of a challenge, huh? This group is already well on its way to oink oink land Oops, so sorry Once again behaving in a manner I had sworn to aschew Thank you Once again falling into the vat of vulgarity Oh tut tut I did so want to leave my sordid past behind and emerge form this project beathed in a new and ennobling light I wanted to come out and be the sweet, pure, honest unadorned person that I really really am I wanted to show you the good beneath the gaudy the saint beneath all this paint, the sweet, pure winsome little soul that lurks beneath this lurid exterior But fortunately, just as I was about to rush down the path to repectability and righteousness a wee small voice called out to me in the night and reminded me of the motto by which I've always tried to live my life f*** 'em if they can't take a joke!"
Le Fou De La Reine Composer(s): Henri Salvador - Françoise Hardy Performer(s): Henri Salvador & Françoise Hardy
De vous à moi Il y a tant de pas Beaucoup trop je crois La nuit tombe déjà Entre rires et larmes J'ai perdu mon âme À vos jeux de dames Et de rois...
J'étais pour vous Un clown voilà tout L'idiot et le fou Tellement fou de vous... Pardon jolie dame De quitter le jeu Je dépose les armes Adieu...
De vous à moi Il ne restera Pas grand chose je crois Vous êtes loin déjà Votre rire, mes larmes Quelques bleus à l'âme Pour un pauvre diable aux abois
Car je n'aurai jamais été pour vous Qu'un clown voilà tout L'idiot et le fou Tellement fou de vous Adieu jolie reine Rendez-le heureux Ce prince qui vous aime Pour deux
Big News Composer(s): Cliff Richard Performer(s): Cliff Richard
Big news, big news, big new, big news Have you heard the news Have you heard what's hit the headlines The whole world knows that I'm in love with you Have you heard the news Have you heard what everyone's saying They all say that I'm in love with you Mmmmm I want to make a statement I want you all to hear Listen closely to me For the story of the year I've found a plan for living To last me all through life I'm gonna take this girl of mine And make her my wife Have you heard the news Have you heard what I've been saying I've been saying that I'm in love with you
Now here's another statement For all of you today So if you want that story Then hear the words I say I'm telling banner headlines Hear them loud and clear I'm gonna wed this girl of mine And we'll be the love of the year Have you heard the news Have you heard what I've been saying I've been saying that I'm in love with you Have you heard the news Have you heard why I'm so happy I feel happy 'cause you love me too Big news, big news
Big New World Composer(s): Steve Forbert Performer(s): Steve Forbert
What a big new world Is it all this tall? Shelves in the den And the fan blades that spin Seem far away On my hands and knees I can crawl the hall Wide open door To the warm carpet floor Says, "Please come through"
When I'm alone and in my room And lights are low I want some more of all those things That make time go I like the strange and changing Daytime sights and sounds And I like that ev'ning fun When everyone's around
In the pots and pans I enjoy myself Food I'll consume If I hold my own spoon In my own way
When I'm alone and in my room And lights are low I want some more of all those things That make time go I like the strange and changing Daytime sights and sounds And I like that ev'ning fun When everyone's around
Let me laugh with you Toss me high and smile Sleep what a bore What's the point? What's it for? And why so soon? When I'm alone and in my room And lights are low I want some more of all those things That make time go I like the strange and changing Daytime sights and sounds And I like that ev'ning fun When everyone's around
Le Fond De L'air Est Frais Composer(s): Jacques Dutronc Performer(s): Jacques Dutronc
Le fond de l'air est frais Laïho, Laïho! Il n'y a plus d'saison Laïho, Laïho! Moi, sous mes pantalons Je porte des cal'çons longs C'est ceux de mon tonton Qu'a du poil au menton Le fond de l'air est frais Laïho, Laïho! Il n'y a plus d'saison Laïho, Laïho!
Lorsque je vins sur terr' Le ciel était couvert Dans mon berceau ouvert Je chantais à mon père "Le fond de l'air est frais Laïho, Laïho! Il n'y a plus d'saison Laïho, Laïho!" J'ai eu pour mes étrenn's Un' pair' de bas de lain' C'est ceux de tant' Germaine Une ancienne cheftaine
Quand j'étais militair' J'avais un brigadier Qui voulait me fair' tair' chaqu' fois que je chantais "Le fond de l'air est frais Laïho! Laiho! Il n'y a plus d'saison Laïho! Laiho!" J'ai une gross' casquett' Qui m'tient chaud à la têt' Ça m'donne un' bell' silhouette Et j'crains plus la tempête
Quand j'invite un' jeun' fill' C'est just' pour jouer aux quill's Si ell' se déshabille, alors je m'égosille "Le fond de l'air est frais Laïho! Laiho! Il n'y a plus d'saison Laïho! Laiho!"
Big Mouth Blues Composer(s): Gram Parsons Performer(s): Gram Parsons and various other artists
Oh, well, I was born in a little bitty tar hut And they called me a man 'cause I couldn't keep my big, big mouth shut So what's the sense of me sitting here leaving When any ole day I might be even And Lord knows that New York City's got a lot to do with it I wish someday I could find the way to get it out of my grain This dirty old town's gonna sink right down and I don't want to go with it Well I wish there was a way that I knew to get even A way to get a lick in A 'bobbin' and a 'weavin' Any ole thing besides goin' and a'leavin' You can do on a train
Well, I once knew a man who sailed around the world twice He would have made it three but he took a lot of bad advice So you just tell me what's the sense of me sittin' here leavin' When any ole day I might get even And Lord knows New York City's got alot to do with it I wish someday I could find a way to get it out of my brain This dirty old town's gonna sink right down and I don't want to go with it I wish there was a way that I knew to get even, way to get a lick in A 'bobbin' and a'weavin' Any ole thing besides goin' and a'leavin' You can do on a train Oh, yes!
Well, I once knew a man who sailed around the world twice But his motor cooled down and now he's deliverin' ice Tell me what's the sense of him sittin' here leavin' When any ole day he might get even And Lord knows New York City's got a lot to do with it I wish someday he could find a way to get it out of his brain This dirty old town's gonna sink right down and I don't want to go with it I wish there was a way that I knew to get even Way to get a lick in A 'bobbin and a'weavin' And all the things besides goin' and a'leavin' You can do on a train Oh, yeah
