Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Blame It On My Youth Composer(s): Edward Heyman; Oscar Levant Originally performed by: Nat King Cole Covered by various other artists
You were my adored one Then you became the bored one I was like a toy That brought you joy one day A broken toy That you preferred to throw away If I expected love When we first kissed Blame it on my youth If only just for you I did exist Blame it on my youth I believed in everything Like a child of three You meant more than anything All the world to me If you were on my mind All night and day Blame it on my youth If I forgot to eat and sleep and pray Blame it on my youth If I cried a little bit When first I learned the truth Don't blame it on the stars Don't blame it on your smile Don't blame it on my eyes Blame it on my youth
Le Petit Homme Composer(s): Henri Contet - Marguerite Monnot Performer(s): Edith Piaf
Il y avait de tous les jours Il y avait le chahut des carrefours Et puis les gens qui achetaient leurs journaux Et puis tous ceux qui prenaient le métro Il y avait la parade des boulevards Les boniments du vieux camelot bavard Et se mirant dans l'eau sale des ruisseaux Le ciel d'avril qui faisait le gros dos
Il y avait un petit homme Qui s'en allait à pas comptés Il avait l'air bien économe Le petit homme... Avec son vieux veston râpé Mais il avait une maîtresse Qui lui coûtait beaucoup d'argent Elle lui vendait sa belle jeunesse Et des caresses Que le petit homme payait comptant... Il y avait sa vie des samedis soirs Il y avait l'escalier, le couloir Il y avait la porte tout au bout Et puis deux bras attachés à son cou Il y avait des fleurs sur le piano Il y avait la blancheur des rideaux Et puis des heures sur le grand divan bleu Et puis tout ça qui le rendait heureux
Il y a eu la porte close Avec un mot passé dessous Joli papier bordé de roses Pour dire des choses Que l'on comprend du premier coup Un petit homme qu'on abandonne Ne peut rien faire que s'en aller Dans la rue froide où tout résonne Et sans personne Tout à fait seul, pour mieux pleurer
Il y avait la vie de tous les jours Qui continuait sa fanfare de toujours Il y avait les valses des phonos Qui éclataient en sortant des bistrots Il y avait un garçon qui chantait Il y avait une fille qui riait Et puis la ronde de l'amour merveilleux Et le petit homme Qui pleurait au milieu...
Blame It On My Last Affair Composer(s): Henry Nemo; Irving Mills Performer(s): Harry James and various other artists
When I walk and I'm called, and I don't turn like that Should I be introduced, and I sound very flat It isn't a grudge I bear -- blame it on my last affair
If I passed up my plate, though the dish is delish If I'm handed the bone and I don't care to wish It isn't the bill of fare -- blame it on my last affair
It hurt me so, and oh, I don't know If I'll ever live it through There's no excuse for this abuse Coming from one like you
If my eyes fill with tears at the least love words said If I'm walking the park when I should be in bed It's not that I need the air -- blame it on my last affair
Le Petit Gars Composer(s): Francis Cabrel Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Derrière la rivière du père On voyait s'agiter la cité Et faner les fleurs solitaires Dans les parterres grillagés Le petit gars là-haut sur sa colline Venait les contempler en paix... Ces enfants qui jouent en plein air Entre la route et la voie ferrée Ils vont finir par manquer d'air Ou ils vont s'électrocuter Le petit gars là-haut sur sa colline Venait les contempler en paix... Mais le petit gars ne comprenait rien Allongé sous les arbres il se trouvait bien Attendant tranquille la récolte du vin À quoi servent leurs belles manières Si leurs mots sont empoisonnés À quoi servent leurs têtes fières Puisqu'ils marchent le dos courbé Le petit gars là-haut sur sa colline Venait les contempler en paix Mais derrière la rivière du père On voyait s'agiter la cité Et tourner les ogres d'affaires Dans les tours de verre climatisées Le petit gars là-haut sur sa colline Venait les contempler en paix... Mais le petit gars ne comprenait rien Allongé sous les arbres il se trouvait bien Attendant tranquille que cuise son pain Mais le petit gars ne comprenait rien Où s'en vont mourir ces pauvres pantins Allongés sous les arbres ils seraient si bien Attendant tranquilles que coule le vin
Blame It On A Sad Song Composer(s): Lynyrd Skynyrd; Rick Medlocke; Gary Rossington; Hughie Thomasson Performer(s): Lynyrd Skynyrd
Here I sit all by myself Wonderin how she could put our love on a shelf A crowd of people, they pass me by But all I can do is hang my head and cry
(chorus) Blame it on a sad song in the night I dont want anyone but you to make it right Blame it on a sad song in the night Well, its an old familiar feelin Girl, its got my heart reelin Dont want to hear a sad song in the night Anymore
I know when we first started out I was your only love and you had no doubt But songs of the heart dont last forever But dont you give up on love cause you never say never
Blame it on a sad song in the night I dont want anyone but you to make it right Blame it on a sad song in the night Well, its an old familiar feelin Girl, its got my heart reelin Dont want to hear a sad song in the night Anymore
cause not a day goes by that I dont think about you Oh, moment to moment, I get lost in time And many years from now when I hear that song come on the radio All those feelings will come back to haunt me My heart will let me know
Blame it on a sad song in the night I dont want anyone but you to make it right Blame it on a sad song in the night Well, its an old familiar feelin Girl, its got my heart reelin Dont want to hear a sad song anymore
Blame it on a sad song You can blame it on a sad song, baby Blame it on, blame it on a sad song
Le Petit Cordonnier ((English Version: The Little Shoemaker (by The Gaylords)) Composer(s): Rudi Revil - Francis Lemarque Performer(s): Francis Lemarque and multiple other artists
Un petit cordonnier qui voulait aller danser Avait fabriqué de petits souliers Une belle est entrée qui voulait les acheter Mais le cordonnier lui a declaré
"Ils seront à vous sans qu'il vous coûte un sou Mais il vous faudra danser avec moi Ils seront à vous sans qu'il vous coûte un sou Mais il vous faudra danser avec moi" "Petit cordonnier t'es bête bête Qu'est c'que t'as donc dans la tête tête Crois-tu que l'amour s'achète chète Avec un' pair' de souliers?" Mais la belle accepta, elle emporta sous son bras Les petits souliers pour aller danser L' cordonnier tout réjoui a mis ses plus beaux habits Et s'est pomponné pour la retrouver Mais hélas quand il voulut la fair' danser Elle a refusé, lui a ri au nez Mais hélas quand il voulut la fair' danser Elle a refusé, lui a ri au nez: "Petit cordonnier t'es bête bête Qu'est c'que t'as donc dans la tête tête Crois-tu que mon coeur s'achète chète Avec un' pair' de souliers?" Mais à peine la belle avait-elle fait trois pas Que ses p'tits souliers fur'nt ensorcelés Ell' se mit à tourner comme un' toupie déréglée Et les musiciens n'y comprenaient rien Ell' tourna tourna jusqu'au petit matin Et toute épuisée se mit à pleurer Ell' tourna tourna jusqu'au petit matin Et toute épuisée se mit à pleurer "Petit cordonnier arrête arrête Tu me fais tourner la tête tête Tu ne dois pas être bête bête Pour m'avoir ensorcelée Petit cordonnier arrête arrête Tu me fais tourner la tête tête Tout' la vie le coeur en fête fête Dans tes bras je veux danser Gentil petit cordonnier!"
The Little Shoemaker ((French Version: Le Petit Cordonnier (by Francis Lemarque)) Composer(s): Rudi Revil - Francis Lemarque - Geoff Parsons - John Turner) Performer(s): The Gaylords and multiple other artists
In the shoemaker's shop This refrain would never stop As he tapped away Working all the day
At his bench there was he Just as busy as a bee Little time to lose With the boots and shoes
But his heart went pop Inside the little shop When a lovely girl Set him all a whirl
She had come to choose Some pretty dancing shoes And he heard her say In her charming way
"Shoes to set my feet a-dancing, dancing Dancing, dancing all the day Shoes to set my feet a-dancing, dancing Dancing all my cares away"
Then he tapped and he stitched For his fingers were bewitched And he sewed a dream Into every seam
Making shoes, oh so neat Just like magic on her feet And he hoped she'd know That he loved her so
But she danced, danced, danced As tho' she were entranced Like a spinning top All around the shop
On her dainty feet She whirled into the street And he heard her say As she danced away
"Shoes to set my feet a-dancing, dancing Dancing, dancing all the day "Shoes to set my feet a-dancing, dancing Dancing all my cares away"
Blackpatch Composer(s): Laura Nyro Originally performed by: Laura Nyro Covered by: The 5th Dimension; Judy Kuhn
Invitations to my party Send Jones an inviting card He got his meanstreak from the gutter Got his kindness from god Now tugboats paint the river Carry coal to the city In white dock liners Happiness on the uptown side At my party in the morningtide Oo la la la blackpatch Clothespins on wash ropes Window to window tie Socks and bells and nightgowns Tassels in the morning sky Womanchild on the sidestreet Flashin' in blackpatch Lipstick on her reefer Waiting for a match...
Le Petit Clair De Lune ((Adapted from: Tintarella Di Luna (by Mina) - 1959)) Composer(s): Bruno DeFilippi - Franco Migliacci Performer(s): Dalida - 1960
Versions In Other Languages: 1960 - Banho De Lua (by Celly Campelo) 1960 - Pequeno Claro De Luna (by Dalida)
Si quelques filles aux yeux d'ange D'aventure vous demande Comment sont nées les étoiles de mer Faîtes-lui croire cette belle histoire
Un petit clair de lune Amoureux fou d'une étoile Sur trois planches de fortune Chaque nuit tissait des voiles Et sur cette caravelle S'en allait voir sa belle
Le petit clair de lune Lui offrait ses beaux mirages Et ses joies l'une après l'une Pour l'inviter au voyage Mais malgré tout son beau zèle Lui répondait la belle
Tin tin tin doux clair de lune Tin tin tin même si tu étais pleine lune Jamais ne t'aimerai
Le petit clair de lune Emporté par un nuage En pleurant son infortune Dans l'océan fit naufrage Et regardant la cruelle Il se noya pour elle
Tiens tiens tiens se dit l'étoile Tiens tiens tiens je n'ai pas d'amoureux Qui le vaille c'était donc si sérieux
Le petit clair de lune La voyant frôler les vagues Lui proposa sans rancune Tout son cur contre une bague
Alors elle pour lui plaire Se jeta dans la mer Alors elle pour lui plaire Se jeta dans la mer Alors elle pour lui plaire Se jeta dans la mer
Blackmail Man Composer(s): Ian Dury; Steve Nugent Originally performed by: Ian Dury & The Blockheads Covered by : Chaos UK; Loz Netto
I'm an Irish cripple, a Scottish jew I'm the blackmail man A raspberry ripple, a buckle-my-shoe I'm the blackmail man I'm a dead fish coon, a pikey Greek I'm the blackmail man A silvery spoon, a bubble and squeak I'm the blackmail man
Well, i'm the blackmail man and I know what you do Every one of you, i'm the blackmail man You make me sick, make me Tom and Dick I'm the blackmail man Blackmail man
I'm a Paki, Chink a half-cocked ponce I'm the blackmail man A tiddly -wink, a Charlie Ronce I'm a no socks tramp, a cavalier drunk I'm the blackmail man A paraffin lamp, an elephants trunk I'm the blackmail man
I'm the blackmail man and I know what you do Every one of you, blackmail man I hate yoru guts, your Newington Butts I'm the blackmail man
Hampton wick, Parrafin lamp Fraiser and Nash, Pony and trap Blackmail man Up you harris, in your mince Hamptons don't leave fingerprints I am the blackmail man
Blackland Farmer Composer(s): Frankie Miller Originally performed by: Frankie Miller Covered by: Jimmy Gilmer; Sleepy LaBeef; Steve Young
When The Lord Made Me He Made A Simple Man Not Much Money Not Much Land He Didn't Make Me No Banker Or Legal Charmer When The Lord Made Me He Made A Blackland Farmer
Well My Hands Ain't Smooth My Face Is Rough My Heart Is Warm My Ways Ain't Tough I Guess I'm The Luckiest Man Ever Born 'Cause The Lord Gave Me Health And A Blackland Farm
Breaking Up The New Ground Early In The Day I'm Gonna Plant Cotton I'm Gonna Plant Hay I Love To Smell The Sweet Breeze Blowing Through The Corn Lord You Sure Done Me Right By My Blackland Farm
I Feel Like I'm Getting Closer To You God Plowing In The Ground Breaking Up The Sod My Mind Is At Ease I Can Do No Harm Lord I Owe It All To You And My Blackland Farm
Banho De Lua ((Adapted from: Tintarella Di Luna (by Mina) - 1959)) Composer(s): Bruno DeFilippi - Franco Migliacci - Fred Jorge Performer(s): Celly Campelo - 1960
Versions In Other Languages: 1960 - Le Petit Clair De Lune (by Dalida) 1960 - Pequeno Claro De Luna (by Dalida)
Tomo um banho de lua Fico branco como a neve Se o luar é meu amigo Censurar ninguém se atreve Mas é tão bom sonhar contigo Oh! luar tão cândido Sob um banho de lua Numa noite de esplendoor Sinto a força da magia Da magia do amoor É tão bom sonhar contigo Oh! luar tão cândido Tim, tim, tim, raio de lua Tim, tim, tim, baixando vem ao mundo Oh! lua, oh! cândida lua vem Tomo um banho de lua Fico branco como a neve Se o luar é meu amigo Censurar ninguém se atreve Mas é tão bom sonhar contigo Oh! luar tão cândido Tim, tim, tim, raio de lua Tim, tim, tim, baixando vem ao mundo Oh! lua, oh! cândida lua vem Tomo um banho de lua Fico branco como a neve Se o luar é meu amigo Censurar ninguém se atreve Mas é tão bom sonhar contigo Oh! luar tão cândido Mas é tão bom sonhar contigo Oh! luar tão cândido Mas é tão bom sonhar contigo Oh! luar tão cândido
Blackheart Man Composer(s): Bunny O'Riley Performer(s): Bunny Wailer
Tikya the Blackheart Man, children I say, don't go near him Tikya the Blackheart Man children For even lions fear him For even lions fear him
Growing in a neighbourhood for such along time That is filled with fear I can't go here, can't go there And I ain't supposed to go anywhere When I ask my Mom if she could let me go out and play She said be careful of the stranger Giving candies to children And then take them away
He lives in the gullies of the city He's the Blackheart Man (The blackheart Man)
Even in the lonely parts of the country He's the Blackheart Man, Blackheart Man Got no friend, no home, no family He's the Blackheart 'Man, The Blackheart Man He is famed to live just like the Gypsy He's the Blackheart 'Man, The Blackheart Man
Growing and learning and gathering, for myself a little more experience jumping over the fence Curiousity has brought me yes it's brought me, a little common-sense Trodding the road of life, I've come to this one conclusion That everything is equal under the sun, all that is createdby Jah's mighty hand And he said knock and it shall be opened Seek and Ye shall find that wisdom is found in the simplest of places In the nick of time, knock and it shall be opened Seek and ye shall find that wisdom is found in the simplest of places, in the nick of time and now I trod the same road of aflictions just like the Blackheart Man, just like the Blackheart Man Getting my share of humiliation just like the Blackheart Man Just like the Blackheart Man You'll find me even in the prison of the dungeons just like the Blackheart Man, just like the the Blackheart Man I even get blamed without a reason just like the Blackheart Man Just like the Blackheart man yau
No cross, no crown, no sorrow, no trial and crosses In-a-I way But the hotter the battle is the sweeter Jah Jah victory Ancient children use to say if you want good Your nose got to run run run How could the world go free, and let Jah bear the cross alone And them that drink of the old wine hath no place for the new For the new and the stones that are head of the corner are the same ones that the builders refused Now, it's the Blackheart Man, children Who've become the wonder of the city Who've become the wonder of the city
All in the dawn the fleet was moor'd The streamers waving to the wind When Black-eyed Susan came on board Oh where shall I my true love find? Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true If my sweet William, if my sweet William Sails among your crew?
Oh William, who high upon the yard Rocked with the billows to and fro Soon as her well-known voice he heard He sigh'd and cast his eyes below The cord slides swiftly thro' his glowing hands And as quick as lightning, and as quick as lightning On the deck he stands
So sweet the lark, high poised in air Shuts close his pinions to his breast If, chance, his mate's shrill voice he hear And drops at once into her nest The noblest captain in the British fleet Might envy William, might envy William's Lip those kisses sweet
'Oh Susan, Susan, lovely dear! My vows shall ever true remain Let me kiss off that falling tear We only part to meet again Change as ye list, ye winds, my heart shall be The faithful compass, the faithful compass That still points to thee
'Oh, believe not what the landsmen say Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind They'll tell thee sailors when away In every port a mistress find Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so For thou art present, for thou art present Wheresoe'er I go
If to fair India's coast we sail Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale Thy skin as ivory so white Thus every beauteous object that I view Wakes in my soul, wakes in my soul Some charm of lovely Sue'
Though battle call me from thy arms Let not my pretty Susan mourn Though cannon roar, yet safe from harms William shall to his dear return Love turns aside the balls that round me fly Lest precious tears, lest precious tears Should drop from Susan's eye
The boatswain gave the dreadful word Her sails their swelling bosom spread No longer can she stay on board They kissed, she sighed, he hung his head Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land 'Adieu,' she cries, 'Adieu,' she cries And waved her lily hand
Blackbird Composer(s): John Lennon; Paul McCartney Originally performed by: The Beatles - 1968 Covered by various other artists
Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these sunken eyes and learn to see All your life You were only waiting for this moment to be free
Blackbird fly, blackbird fly Into the light of the dark black night Blackbird fly, blackbird fly Into the light of the dark black night You were only waiting for this moment to arise You were only waiting for this moment to arise
