Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Le jeune homme écrivait
penché sur l'écritoire
éclairé de la rue par une aurore avarre
et les mots se suivaient comme le fil des ans
sans jamais s'arrêter un instant
le jeune écrivait
penché sur sa mémoire
le visage éclairé d'une lueur d'espoir
et les mots se posaient comme le font les flammands
dans sa tête et sur le papier blanc
et les mots se posaient comme le font les flammands
sans jamais hésité un instant
Et le monde tournait pourtant
et le mondee tournait pourtant
Le bonhomme écrivait
penché sur l'écritoire
le soleil en tombant désséchait l'encre noir
mais les phrases coulaient comme autant de torrents
sans jamais se tarrir un instant
le bonhomme écrivait
penché sur son histoire
ses rêves d'autres vies ses rêves d'autres gloires
et les mots racontaient le fil d'un autre temps
dans sa tête et sur le paier blanc
et les mots racontaient le fil d'un autre temps
sans jamais se tromper d'un instant
Et le monde tournait pourtant
et le monde tournait pourtant
Le vieil homme écoutait
courbé sur son grimoire
le regard fatigué dans la pâleur du soir
mais les mots se taisaient comme le font les tourments
sans jamais disparaître vraiment
puis enfin il dormait
tombé sur l'écritoire
éclairé de la rue par une aurore avarre
et les mots s'envolaient comme le font les flammands
de sa tête et de son papier blanc
et les mots s'envolaient comme le font les flammands
sans qu'ils sachent ni pour qui ni pour quand
Et le monde tournait pourtant
et le monde tournait pourtant
Bobby Composer(s): Davis; Porter Performer(s): Neil Scott
(Oh, Bobby, oh-oh, Bobby) (Come back to me)
A lonely teenage girl was in the hospital She lay there unconscious in her bed The doctors had done all they could Now they could only wait She tossed and turned, but all she ever said
(Oh-oh-oh) was "Bobby (Bobby) Oh-oh, Bobby ("Where are you, darling?") Oh, Bobby, come back to me
The doctors said she seemed to lack the will to live They said the boy called Bobby must be found But what the doctors didn't know Is they had had a fight Till someone told them Bobby had left town
The doctors felt that there was little hope for her But true love had never really died And suddenly when all seemed lost Every prayer came true 'Cause there was Bobby kneeling by her side
Oh-oh-oh, Bobby ("I'm here darling") (Oh-oh, Bobby) ("I'll never leave you again") Oh, Bobby, come back to me
(Oh, babe, oh-oh-oh, Bobby) Come back to me Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby ......)
L'éclusier Composer(s): Jacques Brel First release by: Jacques Brel - 1968 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1989 - The Lockman (by Marc Almond) 1998 - De Sluiswacht (by Luc De Vos)
Les mariniers Me voient vieillir Je vois vieillir Les mariniers On joue au jeu Des imbéciles Où l'immobile Est le plus vieux Dans mon métier Même en été Faut voyager Les yeux fermés
Ce n'est pas rien d'être éclusier
Les mariniers Savent ma trogne Ils me plaisantent Et ils ont tort Moitié sorcier Moitié ivrogne Je jette un sort À tout c'qui chante Dans mon métier C'est en automne Qu'on cueille les pommes Et les noyés
Ce n'est pas rien d'être éclusier
Dans son panier Un enfant louche Pour voir la mouche Qui est sur son nez Maman ronronne Le temps soupire Le chou transpire Le feu ronchonne Dans mon métier C'est en hiver Qu'on pense au père Qui s'est noyé
Ce n'est pas rien d'être éclusier
Vers le printemps Les marinières M'font des manières De leur chaland J'aimerais leur jeu Sans cette guerre Qui m'a un peu Trop abimé Dans mon métier C'est au printemps Qu'on prend le temps De se noyer
Bob Wills Is Still The King Composer(s): Waylon Jennings Performer(s): Waylon Jennings; Clint Black
Well the honky-tonks in Texas were my natural second home Where you tip your hats to the ladies and the rose of San Antone I grew up on music that we called western swing It don't matter who's in Austin, Bob Wills is still the king
Lord I can still remember, the way things were back then In spite of all the hard times, I'd live it all again To hear the Texas playboys and Tommy Duncan sing Makes me proud to be from Texas where Bob Wills is still the king
You can hear the Grand Ol' Opry in Nashville Tennessee It's the home of country music, on that we all agree But when you cross that ol' Red River hoss that just don't mean a thing 'Cause once you're down in Texas, Bob Wills is still the king
Well if you ain't never been there then I guess you ain't been told That you just can't live in Texas unless you got a lot of soul It's the home of Willie Nelson, the home of western swing He'll be the first to tell you, Bob Wills is still the king
The Lockman ((Adapted from: L'éclusier (by Jacques Brel) - 1968)) ((Dutch Version: De Sluiswacht (by Luc De Vos - 1998)) Composer(s): Jacques Brel - Paul Francis Buck Performer(s): Marc Almond - 1989
The bargemen see Me growing old I see the bargemen Aging too We play the game Of Tom Fools Where the one Who still is oldest In my work Even in summer He must travel WIth eyes clossed It's not nothing Being a lockman The barge men know My bloated face They joke with me That's there mistake Half sorcerer Half drunkard I cast a spell On all that sings In my work In autumn We gather fruit And the drowned It's not nothing Being a lockman
In his basket A baby squirms To watch the fly On his nose Mama moans And time frets Cabbage sweats And fires groan In my work In winter We think of the father Who drowned himself It's not nothing Being a lockman Towards the spring The barge women Feign and gloat From their boat I'd like their games But for that war That he leaves me Somewhat damaged In my work In the spring One takes the time To drown self
Bob White (Whatcha Gonna Swing Tonight?) Composer(s): Johnny Mercer; Bernie Hanighen Performer(s): Benny Goodman and various other artists
I was talkin' to the whippoorwill He says you got a corny trill Bob White! Whatcha gonna swing tonight? I was talkin' to the mocking bird He says you are the worst he's heard Bob White! Whatcha gonna swing tonight?
Even the owl-tells me you're foul Singin' those lullaby notes Don't be a bring down If you can swing down Gimme those high notes
There's a lotta talk about you, Bob and they're sayin' you're "off the cob" Fake it, Mister B Take it, follow me, Bob white We're gonna break it up tonight
Je me lève péniblement j'enfile ma paire de vieux jeans quand je me brosse les dents la glace renvoie ma bonne mine je me pince un peu les joues ça manque de vitamines l'éclairage est en d'ssous d'tout faudrait le changer je fais le lit succinctement et un litre de thé de Chine que je vais boire bien brûlant sucré à la saccharine je regarde le paysage toujours couleur naphtaline décidément l'éclairage faudrait le changer
Lecho De Amor Y Muerte Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Un hilo de fuego en las sienes rompiendo las venas desciende fundidos en la misma fiebre secar hasta la última fuente matando el amor en lecho de amor y de muerte
Y luego un pitillo se enciende silencio y ceniza en la mente Los cuerpos domados retienen el peso ancestral de la nieve matando el amor en un lecho de amor y de muerte
Penumbra en las carnes inertes despiertos de cuerpo presente en lecho con forma de puente que va del amor a la muerte matando el amor en lecho de amor y de muerte
Boats To Build Composer(s): Guy Clark; Verlon Thompson Performer(s): Guy Clark and various other artists
It's time for a change I'm tired of that same ol same The same ol words the same ol lines The same ol tricks and the same ol rhymes
Days precious days Roll in and out like waves I got boards to bend I got planks to nail I got charts to make I got seas to sail
Chorus
I'm gonna build me a boat With these two hands It'll be a fair curve From a noble plan Let the chips fall where they will Cause I've got boats to build
Sails are just like wings The wind can make em sing Songs of life songs of hope Songs to keep your dreams afloat
Chorus
Shores distant shores There's where I'm headed for Got the stars to guide my way Sail into the light of day
La nuit le jour j'entends au fond de moi un écho o o o Il a ton rire, ta douceur et ta voix cet écho o o o o o Quand il m'ennuie je voudrais l'oublier mais alors o o o Il se fait tendre Et se met à chanter bien plus fort o o o o o
C'est le témoin invisible De tout ce que je fais Et d'une voix impassible Il commente la journée
Tu vois ce nuage noir il va sûrement pleuvoir o o o Tout va s'arranger puisqu'on se retrouve ce soir o o o o o Si ce garçon en dansant te pose des problèmes o o o Je t'en supplie n'oublies pas N'oublies pas que je t'aime o o o o o
Lorsque la journée s'achève Je pense à notre bonheur Et j'entends encore en rêve Mon écho au fond du cur
La nuit le jour j'entends au fond de moi un écho o o o Il a ton rire, ta douceur et ta voix cet écho o o o o o Quand il m'ennuie je voudrais l'oublier mais alors o o o Il se fait tendre Et se met à chanter bien plus fort o o o o o
La nuit le jour j'entends au fond de moi un écho o o o
Boatman sing boatman dance Boatman love Miss Mary Ann Dance boatman dance Dance boatman dance Dance all night 'til the broad daylight Go home with the gals in the morning Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio Boatman dance boatman sing Boatman do most anything Dance boatman dance Dance boatman dance Dance all night 'til the broad daylight Go home with the gals in the morning Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio
Lèche-Cocu Composer(s): Georges Brassens Performer(s): Georges Brassens
Comme il chouchoutait les maris Qu'il les couvrait de flatteries Quand il en pinçait pour leurs femmes Qu'il avait des cornes au cul On l'appelait lèche-cocu Oyez tous son histoire infâme
Si l'mari faisait du bateau Il lui parlait de tirant d'eau De voiles, de mâts de misaine De yacht, de brick et de steamer Lui, qui souffrait du mal de mer En passant les ponts de la Seine
Si l'homme était un peu bigot Lui qui sentait fort le fagot Criblait le ciel de patenôtres Communiait à grand fracas Retirant même en certains cas L'pain bénit d'la bouche d'un autre
Si l'homme était sergent de ville En sautoir - mon Dieu, que c'est vil - Il portait un flic en peluche Lui qui, sans ménager sa voix Criait: "Mort aux vaches" autrefois Même atteint de la coqueluche
Si l'homme était un militant Il prenait sa carte à l'instant Pour bien se mettre dans sa manche Biffant ses propres graffiti Du vendredi, le samedi Ceux du samedi, le dimanche
Et si l'homme était dans l'armée Il entonnait pour le charmer "Sambre-et-Meuse" et tout le folklore Lui, le pacifiste bêlant Qui fabriquait des cerfs-volants Avec le drapeau tricolore
Boatman Composer(s): Livingston Taylor; Maggie Taylor Performer(s): James Taylor; Livingston Taylor
Hearts were exploding around us As we drifted south down the bay The gray up above and gray down below Left us with nothing to say
So we drifted along in silence 'Til the tickle of life trickled in And the rhythm began in the hiss of the sand We were catching fire again
Chorus: Oh boatman, I am the river I am the mountain and the sea Oh boatman, taker and giver Can you deliver me I would forever run free
Yeah we finally caught up with legends We were walking along side by side We worked out a plan To go out hand in hand But the long trail just wasn't that wide
The water around us was freezing We just laughed and threw ourselves in And although we were old The sting of that cold Pumped up the feeling, here it is again
Chorus
Oh I'm a message in a bottle Drifting along on a deep blue sea Waiting for some foreign shore Ready for something to be
No longer afraid of falling We cut the strings to the sky We found level ground And we put ourselves down Amazing we all didn¹t die
We took each moment as given By second by second they came The ice and the sun and the thundering guns Good God I was finally sane
Lèche-Bottes Blues Composer(s): Boris Bergman - Pierre Papadiamandis Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
J'aime les impôts, leur clairvoyance Leurs multitalents, leur polyvalence Oh! oui, j'les aime, j'les aime J'aime, j'aime, j'aime J'aime les visites des huissiers Etes-vous sûr de n'avoir rien oublié? Oh oui j'les aime, j'les aime J'aime, j'aime, j'aime J'aime aussi ma maison d'disques L'attachée de presse, la standardiste Je les aime, oh oui, je les aime Sans oublier ma petite Sacem Qui sait, ô combien, combien je l'aime
J'en rajoute pas, j'en fais pas des tonnes Mais j'espère surtout que je n'oublie personne Lèche-bottes blues Je fais le lèche-bottes blues Lèche-bottes blues
Je remercie aux césars Toute l'équipe sans qui je n's'rais pas star Oh! oui, j'les aime, j'les aime C'est fou c'que j'aime J'aime tous les hommes politiques Ils sont si sincères et si sympathiques Oh! oui j'les aime j'les aime J'aime, j'aime, j'aime
J'aime la police et l'armée Tous ces beaux garçons si bien habillés Je les aime, oh, oui, j'les aime J'aime, j'aime, j'aime Vive le show-biz et la charité Il n'y a que la Six qu'on n'a pas pu sauver
Oh, à la prochaine libération Je serai tondu, mais j'demand'rai pardon
À force de lécher Ma langue est râpée Mais j'aime le lèche-bottes blues
You're up state, up late, and city fed I'm a California label From the top of my head Forever, ah See a lot of open sky When the sun goes down There's a hot, lot of loving when you come Around, to free me, ah In a boat to sail, boat to sail, away ah All those letters mailed from a Boat to sail, away ah We are riding in a boat to sail Bare foot, coconut and supermild Jamaica take a look At your own child Forget not Brian Wilson songs are never left behind Don't you worry baby, you're a friend of mine For so long From a boat to sail, boat to sail, away ah All those letters mailed, from a Boat to sail, away ah We are riding in a boat to sail We are riding in a boat to sail
Swingin' Shepherd Blues Composer(s): Moe Koffman - Kenny Jacobson - Rhoda Roberts Performer(s): Ella Fotzgerald and multiple other artists
Along a mountain pass There is a patch of grass Where the swingin' shepherd plays his tune' His sheep never stray Dancing all day Till they see the pale and yellow moon And then he leads his flock and homeward they all rock To the tune of the swingin' shepherd blues
Wail on shepherd Play those haunting trills Come home sheopherd Let it ech through the hills!
Boat On The River Composer(s): Tommy Shaw Performer(s): Styx; Jeff Krebs
Take me back to my boat on the river I need to go down, I need to come down Take me back to my boat on the river And I won't cry out any more Time stands still as I gaze In her waters She eases me down, touching me gently With the waters that flow past my boat on the river So I don't cry out anymore
Oh the river is wide The river it touches my life like the waves on the sand And all roads lead to Tranquillity Base Where the frown on my face disappears Take me down to my boat on the river And I won't cry out anymore
Oh the river is deep The river it touches my life like the waves on the sand And all roads lead to Tranquillity Base Where the frown on my face disappears Take me down to my boat on the river I need to go down, with you let me go down Take me back to my boat on the river And I won't cry out anymore And I won't cry out anymore And I won't cry out anymore
Swing Me A Lullaby Composer(s): Don Raye - Hughie Prince - Tom Waring Performer(s): Connee Boswell; Louis Prima; Wingy Manone
"Rockabye my baby", my momma sings to me "In a treetop, going sleepy bye" But I'd rather have a hot band to rock my cradle And swing me a lullaby!
"Bye bye baby buddy" is such a silly song And I know the bogeyman's a lie! I know a better way to sleep Than just by countin' sheep Oh, swing me a lullaby!
"Little fishy in the brook Poppa catch 'im by the hook" Puts me to sleep quick enough But for my lullaby Give me a "Hi-de-hi!" and stuff!
Oh, guess my mom will always sing me lullabies But I wish she'd really learn to try Instead of "Mighty lak' a rose" Sing me "Honeysuckle rose" And swing me a lullaby!
Guess my mom will always sing me lullabies But I wish she'd really learn to try Instead of "Mighty lak' a rose" Sing me "Honeysuckle rose" And swing Oh momma, swing me a lullaby!
Boat Drinks Composer(s): Jimmy Buffett Performer(s): Jimmy Buffett
Boat drinks Boys in the band ordered boat drinks Visitors scored on the home rink Everything seems to be wrong
Lately, newspaper mentioned cheap air fare I gotta to fly to Saint Somewhere I'm close to bodily harm
Twenty degrees and the hockey game's on Nobody cares they are way too far gone Screamin' "boat drinks", something to keep 'em all warm
This mornin', I shot six holes in my freezer I think I got cabin fever Somebody sound the alarm
I'd like to go where the pace of life's slow Could you beam me somewhere Mr. Scott? Any ol' place here on Earth or in space You pick the century and I'll pick the spot
Oh I know, (I know) I should be leaving this climate I got a verse but can't rhyme it I gotta go where it's warm
Boat drinks Waitress I need two more boat drinks Then I'm headin' south 'fore my dream shrinks
I gotta go where it's warm (I gotta go where it's warm) I gotta go where it's warm (I gotta go where it's warm) I gotta go where it's warm!
I gotta go where there ain't any snow Where there ain't any blow 'Cause my fin sinks so low I gotta go where it's warm
