Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Inventaire 71 Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë; Michel Delpech; Roland Vincent Performer(s): Michel Delpech
Un mini-short, une Nana kitsch Un débardeur, et un Sapritch Une Mamy Blue, des Sexy-shops un p'tit peu partout Un carré bleu sur les pare-brises Un Sapporo, des vieux Baltard Un Jésus-Christ en superstar Un faux Chaban, un vrai Luron Gérard Nicoud au violon Et Giscard à l'accordéon Et toujours, le même président...
Il y a eu tout ça Et puis malgré tout ça Quand je t'ai rencontré Il y a eu autre chose Et tu as peint pour moi Cette année toute en rose Oui toi, oui toi
Des Bidasses en folie, une guerre au Bengale Un abbé défroqué pour une Love Story Une voiture sur la lune, un dollar pour une thune Une crise de la presse Un JJSS Une French Connection Un Pompidou-Nixon Un Maumau qui s'en va, un Charlot qui revient Un Persépolis, un putsch marocain Une grève de la police, un Ping-Pong à Pékin Et toujours, le même président...
Il y a eu tout ça Et puis malgré tout ça Quand je t'ai rencontré Il y a eu autre chose Et tu as peint pour moi Cette année toute en rose Oui toi, oui toi Mon p'tit raton-laveur
New York City Blues Composer(s): Keith Relf; Chris Dreja Performer(s): The Yardbirds; and various other artists
If you've ever been to New York City You know what I'm talking about Yes you do Well, if you've ever been to New York City You know what I'm talking about They got such pretty little girls in that big town Make a man wanna jump around and shout
I met a little girl there She was about five foot eight I said "I want you to love me" She said "Why man, that'd be great" So I got long hair but She took me back Back to see her pad But the first thing I saw when I arrived there Was a big black shiny shotgun In the hands of her dad
Alright now, this is how it was Oh no!
Well alright!
I finally learned my lesson Such a long time ago Next little woman that I date I've got to know, I've got to know her family too Yes indeed, I gotta know her family too But if you don't want to be filled full of shotgun holes Mister, this song is just for you
Invaders Composer(s): Steve Harris First release by: Iron Maiden - 1982
Longboats have been sighted the evidence of war has begun Many Nordic fighting men their swords and shields all gleam in the sun Call to arms defend yourselves get ready to stand and fight for your lives Judgement day has come around so be prepared don't run stand your ground They're coming in from the sea they've come the enemy beneath the blazing sun the battle has to be won Invaders ... Pillaging Invaders ... Looting Set ablaze the campfires alert the other men from inland Warning must be given there's not enough men here for a stand The Vikings are too many much too powerful to take on our own We must have reinforcements we cannot fight this battle alone They're coming over the hill they've come to attack they're coming in for the kill there's no turning back Invaders ... Fighting Invaders ... Marauding Axes grind and maces clash as wounded fighters fall to the ground Severed limbs and fatal woundings bloody corpses lay all around The smell of death and burning flesh the battle weary fight to the end The Saxons have been overpowered victims of the mighty Norsemen You'd better scatter and run the battle's lost and not won you'd better get away to fight another day Invaders ... Raping Invaders ... Plundering
New York City Blues Composer(s): Phil Cody; Neil Sedaka Performer(s): Neil Sedaka
Life and death in an alleyway Just a heartbeat away from a man Who's learned to turn his head away From the pain that drains the land
Harlem's not too far from here You can smell the garbage, feel the fear I hear they're gonna build a skyscraper there As if we didn't need the extra air
(Chorus) New York City blues In order to win, you gotta lose Old before your time The dirt and the grime Get into everything And the papers love to say It's the meanest town in the USA But I think it's okay It's the town I've made my home
On another side of Park Avenue Respectable folks don't know Hungry eyes take in the view Of the world that lays them low Too many years on a welfare line The old song and dance, time after time You can only get so pushed around Until you wanna tear the damn thing down
New York 85 Composer(s): Nino Ferrer Performer(s): Nino Ferrer
Pendant que tu voles sur l'Atlantique Vers les Etats-Unis d'Amérique Moi, je suis vautré dans un bar Pour y noyer ce vieux cafard Qui me remplit de haut en bas A chaque fois que tu n'es pas là Et je nage dans le Blue Lagoon Le Whisky pur, le Manhattan Et je te vois marcher toute nue Dans la 5e Avenue Rhabille-toi, tu vas prendre froid Et rapporte-moi du chocolat
Des heures que tu ne m'appelles pas Et que le temps ne s'écoule pas Comme si c'était une mélasse Et tu t'éloignes et je me lasse Et mon intolérable angoisse N'est qu'une péripétie de plus Je me sens vieux, tu n'es qu'une p'tite conne Mais je t'aimais comme personne Et je te vois marcher toute nue Dans la 5e Avenue Rhabille-toi, tu vas prendre froid Et rapporte-moi du chocolat
New Virginia Composer(s): Étienne Roda-Gil; Julien Clerc Performer(s): Julien Clerc
Je te connais Tu as ton toit Un tas d'amour De rien Un tas de n'importe quoi Un tas de mystères De cheveux, de chevaux Pas de bois De paysages labourés De pierres bien entassées Un tas de souvenirs Si petit, si frais Je te connais Tu as ton toit Et je veux vivre là
Intoxiqué Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Gaby Wagenheim Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Tu m'as fait goûter au poison de ton amour Tout en toi m'a possédé nuit et jour Pourtant quand j'ai cru toucher le paradis Sans espoir tu es partie Tu étais toute ma chance et toute ma joie Tu étais mon espérance et ma foi Mais délaissant mon amour et brisant ma vie Sans espoir tu es partie Ah! pourrais-je t'oublier Je ne le crois pas tu fais partie de moi-même Comment cesser de t'aimer Autant arracher ce coeur qui t'aime Tu m'as fait goûter au poison de ton amour Tout en toi m'a possédé nuit et jour Pourtant j'ai cru toucher au paradis Sans rancoeur ni haine Sans remords ni peine Sans retour tu es partie
Et toutes mes nuits son privée de sommeil Et mes jours sont trop longs sans espoir de soleil Je me sens perdu entouré de passé Car le monde entier semble m'abandonner C'est comme une drogue qui manque à ma joie Car je suis intoxiqué de toi Toi toi toi toi
Tu m'as fait goûter au poison de ton amour Tout en toi m'a possédé nuit et jour Pourtant quand j'ai cru toucher le paradis Sans espoir tu es partie Tu étais toute ma chance et toute ma joie Tu étais mon espérance et ma foi Mais délaissant mon amour et brisant ma vie Sans espoir tu es partie Ah! pourrais-je t'oublier Je ne le crois pas tu fais partie de moi-même Comment cesser de t'aimer Autant arracher ce coeur qui t'aime Tu m'as fait goûter au poison de ton amour Tout en toi m'a possédé nuit et jour Pourtant j'ai cru toucher au paradis Sans rancoeur ni haine Sans remords ni peine Sans retour tu es partie
Ma tête est intoxiquée, mes yeux sont intoxiqués Ma bouche est intoxiquée, mon coeur est intoxiqué Mes bras sont intoxiqués, mon corps est intoxiqué Mon âme est intoxiquée, ma vie est intoxiquée Tout en moi tu vois, est intoxiqué de toi
Intoxicated Man (English Version: Intoxicated Man by Mick Harvey - 1995) Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg First release by: Serge Gainsbourg - 1962 Covered by multiple other artists
Je bois A trop forte dose Je vois Des éléphants roses Des araignées sur le plastron D'mon smoking Des chauves-souris au plafond Du living-Room
Eh toi Dis-moi quelque chose Tu es là Comme un marbre rose Aussi glacé que le plastron D'mon smoking Aussi pâle que le plafond Du living-Room
L'amour Ne m'dit plus grand chose Toujours Ces araignées sur le plastron D'mon smoking Ces chauves-souris au plafond Du living-Room
Eh toi Dis-moi quelque chose Tu es là Comme un marbre rose Aussi glacé que le plastron D'mon smoking Aussi pâle que le plafond Du living-Room
New Orleans Composer(s): Sid Tepper; Roy C. Bennett Performer(s): Elvis Presley
You'll never know What heaven means Until you've been down to New Orleans You ain't been livin' till you cuddle and coo With some black-eyed baby by de old bayou
You've never seen You've never seen those Cupid doll queens Like they got 'em in New Orleans And, ooh, they love you like no-one can It makes you awful glad that you were born a man
If-if-if you ain't been there Then you ain't been nowhere The livin's lazy and the lovin's fine If you feel low down So help me Hannah You should lose the blues in Loui-si-i-si-ana
Get the lead Get the lead out of your jeans And hot foot it down, hot foot down to where? New Orleans Louisiana baby tells you stay awhile Live it up, love it up, southern style Way down in New Orleans
Into The Valley Composer(s): Stuart Adamson; Richard Jobson First release by: The Skids - 1979 Covered by multiple other artists
Into the Valley Betrothed and divine Realisations no virtue But who can define Why soldiers go marching Those masses a line This disease is catching From victory to stone
Ahoy! Ahoy! Land, sea and sky Ahoy! Ahoy! Boy, man and soldier Ahoy! Ahoy! Deceived and then punctured Ahoy! Ahoy! Long may they die
Out of concealment Blank and stark eyed Why so uncertain This culture deceives Prophesised, brainwashed Tomorrow's demise All systems failing The placards unroll
Ahoy! Ahoy! Land, sea and sky Ahoy! Ahoy! Boy, man and soldier Ahoy! Ahoy! Deceived and then punctured Ahoy! Ahoy! Long may they die
Time for the audit The gathering trial A collectors dilemma Repositioned and filed
New Orleans Composer(s): Frank Guida; Joseph Royster Performer(s): Gary "U.S." Bonds
Come on everybody take a trip with me Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans The honey suckle is bloomin on the honeysuckle vine And love is blomin there all the time Every Southern elle is a Mississippi queen Down the Mississippi down in New Orleans Come on take a stroll down to Basin Street And listen to the music with the Dixieland beat The magnolia bloosoms fills the air If you ain't been to heaven, then you ain't been there French moss hangin' from a big oak tree Down the Mississippi down in New Orleans Come on everybody take a trip with me Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans The honey suckle is bloomin on the honeysuckle vine And love is blomin there all the time Every Southern elle is a Mississippi queen Down the Mississippi down in New Orleans
Into The Mystic Composer(s): Van Morrison First release by: Van Morrison - 1970 Covered by multiple other artists
We were born before the wind Also younger than the sun Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic Hark, now hear the sailors cry Smell the sea and feel the sky Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home And when the fog horn blows I want to hear it I don't have to fear it
And I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old And magnificently we will flow into the mystic
When that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it I don't have to fear it
And I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old And together we will flow into the mystic Come on girl...
(Y'all come down to New Orleans) (Y'all come down to New Orleans)
Y'all come down to New Orleans To the city where the king is the blues Y'all come down to New Orleans Where the rhythm travels down to your shoes
Jambalaya and potato pies Creole babies with their pretty eyes You'll find them there in New Orleans They got 'em there in New Orleans
They learn from their Mammy and Pappy To dance till the break of the day Folks there know the way to be happy A-let me tell ya, now what do you say
Y'all come down to New Orleans To the city where the king is the blues Y'all come down to New Orleans Where the rhythm travels down to your shoes
Well, the shrimp boats are comin' up the Mississip' Uh-huh-huh, pack your bags, c'mon and make the trip 'Cause when you get to New Orleans You'll like it there in New Orleans
(Instrumental Break)
They learn from their Mammy and Pappy To dance till the break of the day Folks there know the way to be happy A-let me tell ya, now what do you say
Y'all come down to New Orleans To the city where the king is the blues Y'all come down to New Orleans Where the rhythm travels down to your shoes
Well, the shrimp boats are comin' up the Mississip' A-pack your bags, come on and make the trip 'Cause when you get to New Orleans You'll like it there in New Orleans
Y'all come down to New Orleans Y'all come down to New Orleans Y'all come down to New Orleans
Into the heart...of a child I stay a while...oh, I can go back Into the heart...of a child I can smile I can go there Into the heart Into the heart of a child I can go back I can stay awhile Into the heart...
New Math Composer(s): Tom Lehrer Performer(s): Tom Lehrer
Some of you who have small children may have perhaps been put in the embarrassing position of being unable to do your child's arithmetic homework because of the current revolution in mathematics teaching known as the New Math So as a public service here tonight I thought I would offer a brief lesson in the New Math Tonight, we're gonna cover subtraction
This is the first room I've worked for a while that didn't have a blackboard so we will have to make do with more primitive visual aids as they say in the ed biz Consider the following subtraction problem which I will put up here: 342 minus 173 Now, remember how we used to do that: But in the new approach, as you know the important thing is to understand what you're doing rather than to get the right answer Here's how they do it now:
You can't take three from two Two is less than three So you look at the four in the tens place Now that's really four tens So you make it three tens Regroup, and you change a ten to ten ones And you add 'em to the two and get twelve And you take away three, that's nine Is that clear?
Now instead of four in the tens place You've got three 'Cause you added one That is to say, ten, to the two But you can't take seven from three So you look in the hundreds place
From the three you then use one To make ten ones... (And you know why four plus minus one Plus ten is fourteen minus one? 'Cause addition is commutative, right!)... And so you've got thirteen tens And you take away seven And that leaves five...
Well, six actually... But the idea is the important thing!
Now go back to the hundreds place You're left with two And you take away one from two And that leaves...?
Everybody get one? Not bad for the first day!
Hooray for New Math New-hoo-hoo Math It won't do you a bit of good to review math It's so simple So very simple That only a child can do it!
Now, that actually is not the answer that I had in mind because the book that I got this problem out of wants you to do it in base eight But don't panic! Base eight is just like base ten really - if you're missing two fingers! Shall we have a go at it? Hang on...
You can't take three from two Two is less than three So you look at the four in the eights place Now that's really four eights So you make it three eights Regroup, and you change an eight to eight ones And you add 'em to the two And you get one-two base eight Which is ten base ten And you take away three, that's seven Ok?
Now instead of four in the eights place You've got three 'Cause you added one That is to say, eight, to the two But you can't take seven from three So you look at the sixty-fours...
Sixty-four? "How did sixty-four get into it?" I hear you cry! Well, sixty-four is eight squared, don't you see? Well, ya ask a silly question, ya get a silly answer...!
From the three, you then use one To make eight ones You add those ones to the three And you get one-three base eight Or, in other words In base ten you have eleven And you take away seven And seven from eleven is four! Now go back to the sixty-fours You're left with two And you take away one from two And that leaves...?
Now, let's not always see the same hands! One, that's right Whoever got one can stay after the show and clean the erasers
Hooray for New Math New-hoo-hoo Math! It won't do you a bit of good to review math It's so simple So very simple That only a child can do it!
Come back tomorrow night...we're gonna do fractions!
