Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Les Violons De Mon Pays Composer(s): P. Bilat - F. Barcellini Performer(s): Dalida
Les violons de tous les pays Qu'ils nous viennent de France, d'Autriche ou d'Italie C'est toujours, quand on est amoureux Qu'ils sont plus langoureux Pour chaque fille, chaque garçon L'amour fait chanter ses violons
Moi j'entends Tous les violons de mon pays Ils me jouent cette mélodie Et dans mon cur Je me rappelle Qu'autrefois les violons nous faisaient rêver En jouant sous les oliviers Cette chanson Que nous aimions
Aujourd'hui Notre amour n'est qu'un souvenir Mais d'autres violons vont venir Ils reprendront Cette chanson chantez Tous les violons de mon pays Pour tous les amants réunis Il y aura toujours Une chanson De l'amour Et des violons
She outgrew brass buckles on her shoes At twelve she was filling out her jeans With a mind young and wild and a body that the devil styled She could make a man do anything
She was old enough to try anything that crossed her mind She liked anything that caught her eye Like big diamond rings and shiny limousines The devil never gave her a chance to be a child
Woh-oh, she outgrew brass buckles on her shoes At twelve she was filling out her jeans With a mind young and wild and a body that the devil styled She could make a man do anything
They'd land her on the ground then giddy up or down But she just had to make her dreams come true On every movie screen you could see this country queen She just ended for the playboy magazine
Woh-oh, she outgrew brass buckles on her shoes At twelve she was filling out her jeans With a mind young and wild and a body that the devil styled She could make a man do anything
Woh-oh, she outgrew brass buckles on her shoes At twelve she was filling out her jeans With a mind young and wild and a body that the devil styled She could make a man do anything
She outgrew brass buckles on her shoes At twelve she was filling out her jeans With a mind young and wild and a body that the devil styled She could make a man do anything
She outgrew brass buckles on her shoes At twelve she was filling out her jeans With a mind young and wild and a body that the devil styled She could make a man do anything
Les Vieux Composer(s): Gérard Jouannest - Jean Corti - Jacques Brel First release by: Jacques Brel - 1963 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1969 - Old Folks (Jennifer Warnes) 1969 - De Oudjes (Liesbeth List) 2002 - I Vecchi (Duilio Del Prete) 2007 - Die Grysaards (Herman van den Berg)
Les vieux ne parlent plus ou alors seulement parfois du bout des yeux Même riches ils sont pauvres, ils n'ont plus d'illusions et n'ont qu'un cur pour deux Chez eux ça sent le thym, le propre, la lavande et le verbe d'antan Que l'on vive à Paris on vit tous en province quand on vit trop longtemps Est-ce d'avoir trop ri que leur voix se lézarde quand ils parlent d'hier Et d'avoir trop pleuré que des larmes encore leur perlent aux paupières Et s'ils tremblent un peu est-ce de voir vieillir la pendule d'argent Qui ronronne au salon, qui dit oui qui dit non, qui dit: je vous attends
Les vieux ne rêvent plus, leurs livres s'ensommeillent, leurs pianos sont fermés Le petit chat est mort, le muscat du dimanche ne les fait plus chanter Les vieux ne bougent plus leurs gestes ont trop de rides leur monde est trop petit Du lit à la fenêtre, puis du lit au fauteuil et puis du lit au lit Et s'ils sortent encore bras dessus bras dessous tout habillés de raide C'est pour suivre au soleil l'enterrement d'un plus vieux, l'enterrement d'une plus laide Et le temps d'un sanglot, oublier toute une heure la pendule d'argent Qui ronronne au salon, qui dit oui qui dit non, et puis qui les attend
Les vieux ne meurent pas, ils s'endorment un jour et dorment trop longtemps Ils se tiennent par la main, ils ont peur de se perdre et se perdent pourtant Et l'autre reste là, le meilleur ou le pire, le doux ou le sévère Cela n'importe pas, celui des deux qui reste se retrouve en enfer Vous le verrez peut-être, vous la verrez parfois en pluie et en chagrin Traverser le présent en s'excusant déjà de n'être pas plus loin Et fuir devant vous une dernière fois la pendule d'argent Qui ronronne au salon, qui dit oui qui dit non, qui leur dit: je t'attends Qui ronronne au salon, qui dit oui qui dit non et puis qui nous attend
Bras Dessus, Bras Dessous
((Adapted from: Why (by Frankie Avalon) - 1959))
Composer(s): Peter DeAngelis - Bob Marcucci - Jean Broussolle
Performer(s): Dario Moreno & Michel Legrand - 1960
and multiple other artists
Gais comme deux moineaux sur la même branche Gais comme deux amants au bal du dimanche Gais comme deux écoliers le jour des vacances Tous les jours que Dieu fait nos joies recommencent Et quand nous nous aimons notre amour sent bon Comme un drap séché au vent des lavandes Bon comme un fruit croqué au vent des vendanges Et tant qu'il durera tant qu'on le promènera
Bras dessus sur nos bras nus Bras dessous joue contre joue Nous n'en demanderons pas plus
Gais comme deux moineaux sur la même branche Gais comme deux amants au bal du dimanche Oui gais comme deux écoliers le jour des vacances Tous les jours que Dieu fait nos joies recommencent Et quand nous nous aimons notre amour sent bon Comme un drap séché au vent des lavandes Bon comme un fruit croqué au vent des vendanges Quand nous aurons cent ans Tous les deux comme à vingt ans
Bras dessus tout courbatus Bras dessous joue contre joue Nous n'en demanderons pas plus
De Oudjes ((Adapted from: Les Vieux (Jacques Brel) - 1963)) Composer(s): Gérard Jouannest - Jean Corti - Jacques Brel - Ernst van Altena Performer(s): Liesbeth List - 1969
Versions In Other Languages: 1969 - Old Folks (Jennifer Warnes) 2002 - I Vecchi (Duilio Del Prete) 2007 - Die Grysaards (Herman van den Berg)
De oudjes praten niet Of hoogstens af en toe Met stille ogentaal Zelfs rijk zijn ze toch arm En zonder toekomstbeeld Een hart voor allemaal Hun huis geurt: witte was Lavendel, koperpoets En 't werkwoord van weleer Oud zijn in Amsterdam Is oud zijn op een dorp Men leeft er nauwelijks meer Eens lachten ze te veel En daarom sleept hun stem Als 't over 'vroeger' gaat Eens huilden ze te veel En daarom parelt soms Een traan langs hun gelaat En als hun hand soms beeft Is dat dan om de klok Die oud wordt op de schouw Die slingert: kom je mee Slingert ja, slingert nee Slingert: ik wacht op jou?
De oudjes dromen niet Hun boeken ingedut 't Harmonium op slot De poes is ook al dood Het zondags glaasje port Maakt niet meer dol of zot De oudjes zitten stil Gerimpeld hun gebaar Hun wereld uitgezet Vanaf het bed naar 't raam Van 't bed naar de fauteuil En van het bed naar bed Ze gaan alleen nog uit Voorzichtig arm in arm Gekleed in mijmerij Voor de begrafenis Van wie nog ouder was Nog lelijker dan zij Een uur van stille rouw Dan is daar weer de klok Die voortklikt op de schouw Die slingert: kom je mee Kom je ja, kom je nee Slingert: ik wacht op jou
De oudjes sterven niet Eens vallen ze in slaap En slapen al te lang Ze klampen zich wel vast Maar vallen doen ze toch Al zijn ze vallensbang Een valt de ander blijft Degeen die 't liefste was 't Meest of het minst in tel? Het doet er weinig toe Degeen die achterblijft Is 't eerste in de hel Soms ziet u hem wel gaan Soms ziet u haar wel staan Triest in een regenstraat Al schuif'lend door vandaag Prevelend een zacht excuus Dat het niet vlugger gaat U ziet ze voor u uit Wegvluchten voor de klok Die voortklikt op de schouw Die slingert: kom toch mee Kom je ja, kom je nee Slingert: ik wacht op jou
Die slingert: kom toch mee Slingert ja, slingert nee Slingert en wacht op ons
Brandy Composer(s): Elliot Lurie First release by: Looking Glass - 1972 Covered by multiple other artists
There's a port on a western bay And it serves a hundred ships a day Lonely sailors pass the time away And talk about their homes
And there's a girl, in this harbour town And she works, laying whiskey down They say "Brandy, fetch another round" She serves them whiskey and wine
The sailors say "Brandy, you're a fine girl What a good wife you would be Yeah, your eyes could steal a sailor From the sea"
Brandy, wears a braided chain Made of finest silver from the north of Spain A locket that bears the name Of a man that Brandy loved
He came on a summer's day Bringing gifts from far away But he made it clear he couldn't stay No harbour was his home
The sailor said "Brandy, you're a fine girl What a good wife you would be But my life, my lover, my lady Is the sea"
Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes when he told his sailor's story She could feel the ocean fall and rise, she saw it's raging glory But he had always told the truth, Lord, he was an honest man And Brandy does her best to understand
At night, when the bars close down Brandy walks through a silent town And loves a man, who's not around She still can hear him say, she hears him say
"Brandy, you're a fine girl What a good wife you would be But my life, my lover, my lady Is the sea"
"Brandy, you're a fine girl What a good wife you would be But my life ...
Les Vidanges Du Diable Composer(s): Francis Cabrel Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
J'ai rapproché les coussins J'ai mis quelques fleurs autour J'ai fabriqué un écrin Avec du mauvais velours Il me restait du parfum, du parfum Quelques bougies de secours On va se cacher dans un coin Un linge sur l'abat-jour T'es tout ce qu'il me reste, l'amour Dehors c'est insupportable! Emmène-moi ailleurs Loin des vidanges du diable, ailleurs En bas, y a plein de gamins Plein de ballons dans la cour Ça crie du soir au matin C'est presque à devenir sourd Je vais la couvrir de dessins, de dessins Cette cité sans retour Le futur est tellement loin Le présent tellement lourd T'es tout ce qu'il me reste, l'amour Dehors c'est insupportable! Emmène-moi ailleurs Loin des vidanges du diable, ailleurs Ailleurs, j'aurai du travail, du labeur Je redeviendrai fréquentable Ailleurs, pour quelques jours, quelques heures Leur montrer que j'en suis capable J'ai rien à faire de mes mains Rien à faire des discours J'ai pas la chance de certains J'ai tiré le mauvais parcours Mais, j'ai rapproché les coussins, les coussins Et j'ai mis quelques fleurs autour On va se cacher dans un coin Un linge sur l'abat-jour T'es tout ce qu'il me reste, l'amour Dehors c'est insupportable! Emmène-moi ailleurs Loin des vidanges du diable, ailleurs Loin des vidanges du diable Loin des vidanges du diable
I Wanna Go Back To Dixie Composer(s): Tom Lehrer Performer(s): Tom Lehrer
I wanna go back to Dixie Take me back to dear old Dixie That's the only little old place for little old me! Oldtimes, they are not forgotten Whoppin' slaves and sellin' cotton And waitin' for the Robert E Lee It was never there on time!
I'll go back to the Swanee Where pellagra makes you scrawny And my honeysuckle clutters up the vine I really am a-fixin' To go home and start a-mixin' Down below that Mason-Dixon line
Oh, poll tax How I love ya, how I love ya My dear old poll tax!
Won't you come with me to Alabamy Back to the arms of my dear old mammy Her cookin' lousy and her hands are clammy But what the hell, it's home!
Yes, for paradise the southland is my nominee Just give me a ham hock and a grit of hominy!
I wanna go back to Dixie I wanna be a Dixie pixie And eat cornpone till it's comin' out of my ears! I wanna talk with southern gentlemen And put my white sheet on again I ain't seen a good lynchin' in years!
The land of the boweevil Where the laws are mediaevil Is callin' me to come and never more roam I wanna go back to the southland That "you-all" and "shut my mouth" land Be it ever so decadent There's no place like home!
Fight Fiercely, Harvard Composer(s): Tom Lehrer Performer(s): Tom Lehrer
Fight fiercely Harvard, fight, fight, fight! Demonstrate to them our skill Albeit they possess the might Nonetheless, we have the will!
How we will celebrate our victory! We shall invite the whole team up for tea, how jolly! Hurl that spheroid down the field And fight, fight, fight!
Fight fiercely Harvard, fight, fight, fight! Impress them with our prowess, do! Oh fellas, do not let the crimson down Be of stout heart and true!
Come on chaps, fifgt for Harvard's glorious name Won't it be peachy if we win the game, oh goody! Let's try not to injure them But fight, fight, fight, let's not be rough though! Fight, fight, fight, and do fight fiercely! Fight, fight, fight!
Brand New Second Hand Composer(s): Bob Marley; Lee "Scratch" Perry; Peter Tosh Performer(s): Peter Tosh & Bob Marley; The Upsetters
You're only acting like You are somebody But I don't no say You know nobody
You're only a show off Your painted face, yeah But underneath that face You're just a disgrace
You're just a brand new second hand gal No man no wan' no Brand new second hand gal You better go back around so You're just a brand new second hand gal
You think it's the dress you wear That make you a lady Get that out of your mind gal You must be crazy
Mama used to tell me Long time ago yeah Not everything you see glitter is gold
You're just a brand new second hand gal No man no wan' no Brand new second hand gal You better go back around so You're just a brand new second hand gal
See you watch them pass Well hidy-tidy But them no-no say You very nasty
Look 'pon you footback Look how them tough, yeah And you chaw bone favor Spanish town handcuff
You're just a brand new second hand gal No man no wan' no Brand new second hand gal You better go back around so You're just a brand new second hand gal
Dick know 'bout you And Tom do And Harry just 'round the corner Know 'bout you too
He got a police buk And take it for fun, yeah Them must see no-no say You judge two gun
You're just a brand new second hand gal No man no wan' no Brand new second hand gal You better go back around so You're just a brand new second hand gal
...that man fe idiot You're just a brand new second hand...you're wicked
The Irish Ballad Composer(s): Tom Lehrer Performer(s): Tom Lehrer; Evy Mayer
About a maid I'll sing a song Sing rickety-tickety-tin About a maid I'll sing a song Who didn't have her family long Not only did she do them wrong She did every one of them in, them in She did every one of them in!
One morning, in a fit of pique Sing rickety-tickety-tin One morning, in a fit of pique She drowned her father in the creek The water tasted bad for a week And we had to make do with gin, with gin We had to make do with gin!
Her mother she could never stand Sing rickety-tickety-tin Her mother she could never stand And so a cyanide soup she planned The mother died with a spoon in her hand And her face in a hideous grin, a grin Her face in a hideous grin!
She set her sister's hair on fire Rickety-tickety-tin She set her sister's hair on fire And as the smoke and flames rose higher danced around the funeral pyre Playin' a violin, -olin Playin' a violin!
She weighed her brother down with stones Rickety-tickety-tin She weighed her brother down with stones And sent him down to Davy Jones All they ever found was some bones And occasional pieces of skin, of skin Occasional pieces of skin!
One day, when she had nothing to do Rickety-tickety-tin One day, when she had nothing to do She cut her baby brother in two And served him up as an Irish stew And invited the neighbours in, 'bours in Invited the neighbours in!
And when at last the police came by Rickety-tickety-tin And when at last the police came by Her little pranks she did not deny To do so she would have had to lie And lying she knew was a sin, a sin Lying she knew was a sin!
My tragic tale I won't prolong Rickety-tickety-tin My tragic tale I won't prolong And if you don't enjoy my song You've yourself to blame if it's too long You should never have let me begin, begin You should never have let me begin!
Brand New Key Composer(s): Melanie Originally performed by: Melanie
I rode my bicycle past your window last night I roller-skated to your door at daylight It almost seems like you're avoiding me I'm okay alone, but you got something I need
Well, I got a brand new pair of roller skates You got a brand new key I think that we should get together and try them out you see I been looking around awhile You got something for me Oh! I got a brand new pair of roller skates You got a brand new key
I ride my bike, I roller skate don't drive no care Don't go too fast, but I go pretty far For somebody who don't drive I been all around the world Some people say, I done all right for a girl
I asked your mother if you were at home She said yes but you weren't alone Oh, sometimes I think that you're avoiding me I'm okay alone, but you got something I need
Well, I got a brand new pair of roller skates You got a brand new key I think that we should get together and try them out to see La la la la la la la la, la la la la la la Oh! I got a brand new pair of roller skates You got a brand new key
Brand New Heartache Composer(s): Boudleaux Bryant; Felice Bryant Originally performed by: The Everly Brothers Covered by various other artists
A new boy came to town I ain't seen you around I feel a brand new heartache coming on
It happened once before When a guy moved in next door I feel a brand new heartache coming on
Why can't I trust in you? Why do you try to make me blue the way you do? Last night we planned a ball You never showed at all I feel a brand new heartache coming on
Why can't I trust in you? Why do you try to make me blue the way you do? Right now we've got a date And you're 3 hours late I feel a brand new heartache coming on
Les Vertes Années Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Jeff Davis Performer(s): Charles Aznavour; Waldir Calmon; Les Compagnons de la Chanson
Nous étions tous les deux Étendus sur la lande Tu regardais les cieux Moi je te contemplais Le roux de tes cheveux Dénoués sur la lande Sur le vert de l' Irlande Était vague de feu
De nos vertes années Qui verrouillaient l' enfance Dont je n' ai malgré moi Jamais rien oublié De nos vertes années En as-tu souvenance Viennent-elles parfois Tendrement éclairer Un coin de tes pensées Nos vertes années?
À la brise d' été Tu offrais ton visage Et tu semblais rêver Sans savoir qu' en mon cur Venait de se lever La tempête et l' orage Car je demeurais sage Pudique et bouleversé
De nos vertes années Qui s' ouvraient sur la vie Et qui vivent à feu doux Au fil de mes pensées De nos vertes années J' en ai la nostalgie Que reviennent pour nous Le temps d' un seul été Du fond de leur passé De nos vertes années
Brand New Day Composer(s): Van Morrison Performer(s): Van Morrison
When all the dark clouds roll away And the sun begins to shine I see my freedom from across the way And it comes right in on time Well it shines so bright and it gives so much light And it comes from the sky above Makes me feel so free makes me feel like me And lights my life with love
And it seems like and it feels like And it seems like yes it feels like A brand new day, yeah A brand new day oh
I was lost and double crossed With my hands behind my back I was longtime hurt and thrown in the dirt Shoved out on the railroad track I've been used, abused and so confused And I had nowhere to run But I stood and looked And my eyes got hooked On that beautiful morning sun
And it seems like and it feels like And it seems like yes it feels like A brand new day, yeah A brand new day oh
And the sun shines down all on the ground Yeah and the grass is oh so green And my heart is still and I've got the will And I don't really feel so mean Here it comes, here it comes 0 here it comes right now And it comes right in on time Well it eases me and it pleases me And it satisfies my mind
And it seems like and it feels like And it seems like yes it feels like A brand new day, yeah A brand new day oh
Les Vendanges De L'amour Composer(s): Michael Jourdan - Danyel Gérard Performer(s): Marie Laforêt
Nous les referons ensemble Nous les referons ensemble Demain les vendanges de l'amour Car la vie toujours rassemble Oui la vie toujours rassemble Malgré tout, ceux qui se quittent un jour Et le soleil du bel âge Brillera après l'orage Un beau matin pour sécher nos pleurs Et ta main comme une chaîne Viendra se fondre à la mienne Enfin pour le pire et le meilleur
Nous les referons ensemble Nous les referons ensemble Demain les vendanges de l'amour Car je sais que tu ressembles Oui je sais que tu ressembles Comme deux gouttes d'eau à l'amour Ma comparaison peut-être Sur tes lèvres fera naître Un sourire en guise de discours Mais pourtant j'en suis certaine {version masculine : Mais pourtant sois en certaine} Ce soir autant que je t'aime Oui ce soir tu ressembles à l'amour Il fera bon Il fera bon Il fera bon auprès de toi L'étoile bleue Des jours heureux Va briller pour nous deux.
Nous les referons ensemble Nous les referons ensemble Demain les vendanges de l'amour Car la vie toujours rassemble Oui la vie toujours rassemble Malgré tout, ceux qui se quittent un jour Et le soleil du bel âge Brillera après l'orage Un beau matin pour sécher nos pleurs Et ta main comme une chaîne Viendra se fondre à la mienne Enfin pour le pire et le meilleur
Nous les referons ensemble Nous les referons ensemble Demain les vendanges de l'amour Nous les referons ensemble Nous les referons ensemble Demain les vendanges de l'amour
Brand New Age Composer(s): Nicky Garratt; Charlie Harper Performer(s): U.K. Subs
Got a feeling someone's watching me From the supermarket store playing hide and seek Hanging on the ceiling and they never sleep Everywhere I go I see this silver machine
1980's a brand new age 1980's a brand new age Anonymous people going nowhere Being recorded by machines in the air
Closed circuit TV Closed circuit TV Closed circuit TV Closed circuit TV
Is the future going to be a nightmare? Everywhere you go they're always there Watching, listening to every word The past was an omen now the future's a curse
1980's a brand new age 1980's a brand new age There's no such thing as a private life They watch you in the crib Now they're going to watch you die
Closed circuit TV Closed circuit TV Closed circuit TV Closed circuit TV
It's a brand new age It's a brand new age It's a brand new age It's a brand new age
