Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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L'indien Composer(s): Gilbert Bécaud - Pierre Delanoë Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud
Le premier grand chef de ma tribu S'appelait - aigle noir - Guerre après guerre, les blancs se sont installés Et ont changé jusqu'aux noms des hommes C'est ainsi que dans notre petit village Nous avons eu George Washington, aigle noir Franklin Delano Roosevelt, aigle noir John Fitzgerald Kennedy, aigle noir Mais moi je m'appelle aigle noir Et mon fils s'appellera aigle noir Notre petit village s'appelait Yucatapa Yucatapa, l'île verte Ils en ont fait New York Mais moi j'habite à Yucatapa En plein milieu de leur New York
Indiens mes frères Indiens mes frères Ils ont souillé Nos femmes et nos rivières Nos femmes et nos rivières Ils ont noyé nos terres Ils ont noyé nos terres Ils ont brûlé nos Dieux Indiens mes frères Indiens mes frères Ils ont gagné
Et moi, ils ne m'ont pas attaché Avec leur chaîne d'or et leur chaîne d'acier Et quelquefois je rêve Je rêve que je vole au-dessus de la ville pourrie Et je revois Yucatapa l'île verte Et de cette île verte Montent des fumées Alors je redescends tousser avec les autres Et je marche Je marche dans Broadway Qui serpente comme un sentier de guerre Dessous chaque pavé, il y a une hache de guerre Qui attend Et quelquefois je sens un arc dans mes mains Et je vise le haut d'un building Monsieur Rockfeller, ma flèche Et monsieur Rockfeller tombe du haut de son empire Ma flèche dans son il L'il crevé de monsieur Rockfeller Qui tombe et retombe
Indiens mes frères Indiens mes frères Ils ont souillé Nos femmes et nos rivières Nos femmes et nos rivières Ils ont brûlé nos terres Ils ont brûlé nos terres Ils ont brûlé nos Dieux Indiens mes frères Indiens mes frères Ils ont gagné
Et voilà, je suis au milieu de la prairie De mon grand-père La prairie de mon grand-père Qu'ils ont appelée - Time Square - Et qui est grasse de pétrole et de rouge à lèvres Là où courraient les chevaux Personne ne me regarde Personne ne me voit Je suis indien, je n'existe pas On ne respecte pas un indien sans ses plumes Et pourtant, ils sont chez nous mes frères Ils sont chez moi mes frères À Yucatapa, à Yucatapa
Indiens mes frères Indiens mes frères ils ont souillé Indiens mes frères Indiens mes frères ils ont gagné
Mad About You Composer(s): Paula Jean Brown; M.Y. Evans; John Whelan Performer(s): Belinda Carlisle
I'm mad about you You're mad about me babe Couple of fools run wild aren't we Pushing the day into the nighttime Somewhere between the two We start to see
Mad about you (Mad about you) Lost in your eyes (Reason aside) Mad about love (Mad about you) You and I
Something 'bout you Right here beside me Touches the touched part of me like I can't believe Pushing the night into the daytime Watching the sky's first light While the city sleeps
Lindeza Composer(s): Caetano Veloso Performer(s): Caetano Veloso and multiple other artists
Coisa linda É mais que uma idéia louca Ver-te alcance da boca Eu nem posso acreditar Coisa linda Minha humanidade cresce Quando o mundo te oferece E enfim te dás, tens lugar Promessa de felicidade Festa da vontade Nítido farol, sinal Novo sob o sol Vida mais real Coisa linda Lua lua lua lua Sol palavra dança nua Pluma tela pétala Coisa linda Desejar-te desde sempre Ter-te agora e o dia é sempre Uma alegria pra sempre
Mad About The Boy Composer(s): Noël Coward Performer(s): Dinah Washington and various other artists
Mad about the boy I know it's stupid to be mad about the boy I'm so ashamed of it but must admit the sleepless nights I've had About the boy
On the silverscreen He melts my foolish heart in every single scene Although I'm quite aware that here and there are traces of the cad About the boy
Lord knows I'm not a fool girl I really shouldn't care Lord knows I'm not a school girl In the fury of her first affair
Will it ever cloy This odd diversity of misery and joy I'm feeling quite insane and young again And all because I'm mad about the boy
So if I could employ A little magic that will finally destroy This dream that pains me and enchains me But I can't because I'm mad... I'm mad about the boy
Linden Lea Composer(s): William Barnes - Ralph Vaughn Williams Performer(s): Clive Palmer and multiple other artists
Within the woodland flow'ry gladed By the oak tree's mossy root The shining grass blade timber shaded Now do quiver underfoot And birds do whistle overhead And water's bubbling in its bed And there for me the apple tree Do lean down low, in Linden Lea When leaves that lately were a-springing Now do fade within the copse And painted birds do hush their singing High upon the timber tops And brown leaved fruit is turning red In cloudless sunshine overhead With root for me the apple tree Do lean down low, in Linden Lea Let other folk make money faster In the air of dark roomed towns I do not dread a peevish master Though no man may heed my frowns For I be free to go abroad Or take again my homeward road To where, for me, the apple tree Do lean down low, in Linden Lea To where, for me, the apple tree Do lean down low, in Linden Lea
Mad About Him, Sad About Him, How Can I Be Mad About Him Blues
Mad About Him, Sad About Him, How Can I Be Mad About Him Blues Composer(s): Larry Markes; Dick Charles Performer(s): Dinah Shore
I went to bed last evening Feeling blue as I could be I couldnt sleep last evening For what was worrying me All the tears Ive wasted Would surely fill the deep blue sea
Ive got those sigh about him, cry about him Morning where am I without him, blues He keeps me walking on the floor Then like a fool I ask for more Although I know he isnt good I wouldnt leave him if I could, I know
Im not the first on his list Id never be missed I wish I had a dime For every girl he kissed I swear Id be a millionaire And yet I wouldnt care As long as I could get my share
Ive got those mad about him, sad about him How can I be glad without him, blues He makes my dreams go up in smoke And then he treats it like a joke Hes just an ordinary sort of guy And yet Ill love him till I die, poor me Ive got those mad about him, sad about him How can I be glad without him, blues
Linda Paloma Composer(s): Jackson Brown Performer(s): Jackson Brown
At the moment the music began And you heard the guitar player starting to sing You were filled with the beauty that ran Through what you were imagining Dreaming of scenes from those songs of love I was the endless sky And you were my Mexican dove
Now the music that played in your ears Grows a little bit fainter each day And you find yourself looking through tears At the love you feel slipping away Though it's not the kind Of love you might hope to find If tears could release the heart From the shadows preferred by the mind
Like a wind that comes up in the night Caressing your face while you sleep Love will fill your eyes with the sight Of a world you can't hope to keep Dreaming on after that moment's gone The light in your lover's eyes Disappears with the light of the dawn
But the morning brings Strength to your restless wings And some other lover sings To the sun's bright corona I know all about these things Linda Paloma Fly away Linda Paloma
Macorina Composer(s): A. Torroella Performer(s): Raphael
Ponme la mano aquí, Macorina Ponme la mano aquí Ponme la mano aquí, Macorina Ponme la mano aquí Tus pies dejaban la estela Y se escapaba tu saya Buscando la verde raya Que al ver tu talle tan fino Las cañas azucareras Se echaban por el camino Para que tú las molieras Como si fueses molino Ponme la mano aquí, Macorina Ponme la mano aquí Ponme la mano aquí, Macorina Ponme la mano aquí Tus senos carne de anon Tu boca una bendición De guanábana madura Y era tu fina cintura La misma de aquel danzón Ponme la mano aquí, Macorina Ponme la mano aquí Ponme la mano aquí, Macorina Ponme la mano aquí Después el amanecer Que de mis brazos te lleva Y yo sin saber qué hacer De aquel olor a mujer A mango y a caña nueva Con que me llevaste al son Caliente de aquel danzón
Linda Lu Composer(s): Ray Sharpe First release by: Ray Sharpe - 1959 Covered by multiple other artists
Well, they call my Baby, Patty But her real name, her real name, her real name is Linda Lu Well they call my Baby, Patty But her real name, her real name, her real name is Linda Lu She's so fine, fair and pretty You never know what my Baby's gonna do My Linda Lu
Now when she walks down the street All the guys, all the guys, all the guys stop and look around Well, when she walks down the street All the guys, all the guys, all the guys stop and look around Oh, she's so fine, fair and pretty You never know what my Baby's gonna put down
Well, I marry that gal next Saturday night I'll stay with her for the rest of my life From now on my rovin' days are through And it's all because of that chick, a-Linda Lu Linda Lu, Linda Lu, tell me, tell me, tell me What are you gonna do
Well, I had a real bad dream last night, Honey You said, you said, you said that we were through Ah, but if you ever leave me You're gonna break my poor heart in two Ah, yeah, Linda Lu
Well, I marry that gal next Saturday night I'll stay with her for the rest of my life From now on my rovin' days are through And it's all because of that chick, a-Linda Lu Linda Lu, Linda Lu, tell me, tell me, tell me What are you gonna do
Well, I had a real bad dream last night, Honey You said, you said, you said that we were through Ah, but if you ever leave me You're gonna break my poor heart in two Ah, Linda Lu
The Ballad Of Mack The Knife ((aka Mack the Knife (Jonah Jones) - 1957; Moritat (Lyle Lovett) - 1994))
((Adapted from: Die Moritat Von Mackie Messer (Kurt Gerron) - 1928))
Composer(s): Berthold Brecht - Kurt Weill - Marc Blitzstein
Performer(s): Gerald Price - 1954
and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1965 - La Complainte De Mackie (Catherine Sauvage)
1991 - Mackie Messer (The Young Gods)
2008 - Mackie Messer (Helmut Lotti)
Oh, the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear And it shows them pearly white Just a jackknife has old MacHeath, babe And he keeps it, ah, out of sight Ya know when that shark bites with his teeth, babe Scarlet billows start to spread Fancy gloves, oh, wears old MacHeath, babe So theres never, never a trace of red
Now on the sidewalk, huh, huh, whoo sunny morning, un huh Lies a body just oozin' life, eek And someones sneakin' round the corner Could that someone be Mack the Knife?
There's a tugboat, huh, huh, down by the river dontcha know Where a cement bags just a'drooppin' on down Oh, that cement is just, it's there for the weight, dear Five'll get ya ten old Mackys back in town Now d'ja hear bout Louie Miller? He disappeared, babe After drawin' out all his hard-earned cash And now MacHeath spends just like a sailor Could it be our boy's done somethin' rash?
Now Jenny Diver, ho, ho, yeah, Sukey Tawdry Ooh, Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown Oh, the line forms on the right, babe Now that Mackys back in town
I said Jenny Diver, whoa, Sukey Tawdry Look out to Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown Yes, that line forms on the right, babe Now that Mackys back in town Look out, old Macky's back!!
Linda Composer(s): Luis Gomez Escolar - C. Facchinetti - V. Negrini Performer(s): Miguel Bosé
Linda te voy a ser sincero no estoy pensando en ti y no, no quiero lastimarte robarte tu primera vez pensando en otra Linda abrázame con fuerza y ayúdame a olvidarla si no quiero ver en ti la sombra de otra las manos de otra los besos de otra Linda, beso de aire puro Linda, quiero estar seguro antes que se junten nuestros cuerpos Linda, a tu modo que se sienta, que el amanecer sorprenda mi silencio sobre ti Dime que pudo tener ella que hoy no tengas tu Hoy Dime que pudo tener ella que hoy no tengas tu hoy, que no se lo que soy si soy un sueño o mar de dudas o quiero amarte Linda, beso de aire puro Linda, quiero estar seguro antes que se junten nuestros cuerpos Linda, a tu modo que se sienta, que el amanecer sorprenda mi silencio sobre ti
Machushla Composer(s): Dermot McMurrough; Josephine V. Rowe Performer(s): Josef Locke
Macushla, Macushla your sweet voice is calling calling me softly again and again Macushla Macushla I hear its dear pleading my blue eyed Macushla I hear it in vain Macushla, Macushla your white arms are reaching I feel them enfolding, caressing me still fling them out from the darkness my lost love Macushla let them find me, and bind me again if they will Macushla, Macushla your red lips are saying that death is a dream and love is for aye then awaken Macushla, awake from your dreaming my blue eyed Macushla awaken to stay
Macho Man Composer(s): Henri Belolo; Jacques Morali; Peter Whitehead; Victor Willis Performer(s): Village People
Body, wanna feel my body, body, baby such a thrill, my body Body, wanna touch my body, body, baby it's too much, my body Body, check it out, my body, body, baby don't you doubt, my body Body, talking about my body, body, baby checking out my body Listen here Every man wants to be a macho man To have the kind of body always in demand Joggin' in the mornings, go man go Work up to the hill's top, muscles grow You can best believe me He's a macho man Glad he took you down with anyone you can Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Macho, macho man I gotta be a macho man Macho macho man I gotta be a macho Macho, macho man I gotta be a macho man Macho macho man I gotta be a macho Body, my body, body, wanna feel my body Body, baby, body, body, come and thrill my body Body, baby, body, body, love to funk, my body Body, baby, body, body, it's so hot, my body So hot, yeah my body Allright Everyman ought to be a macho, macho man To live a life of freedom, machos make a stand Have your own lifestyles and ideals Access the strip of competence, that's the skill You can best believe that he's a macho man He's the special god son in anybody's land hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Macho, macho man I gotta be a macho man Macho macho man I gotta be a macho Macho, macho man I gotta be a macho man Macho macho man I gotta be a macho Macho, macho man I gotta be a macho man Macho macho man I gotta be a macho I gotta be a macho man I gotta be a mucho mucho, macho macho man I gotta be a macho
Linda Composer(s): Charles Tobias - Jo Trent - Peter DeRose Performer(s): Al Bowlly
Linda, Im in love with you Linda Linda, Linda do you love me too Linda made up my mind to win ya Linda, Linda heres what well do
You know that well go riding in the moonlight Ridin on a broken down hack Ride till we see the lamplight From the parsons shack Linda be the sweetness thats in ya Linda, Linda youre gonna be mine
Avec machine Moi machin On s'dit des choses Des machins Oh pas grand chose Des trucs comme ça Entre Machine Et moi Machin C'est autre chose Ces machins Ça la rend chose Tout ça Ce sont des trucs Qui n's'expliquent pas Ces jolies choses Qu'on s'dit tout bas Machins trucs choses Machins trucs très chouettes Ces choses qu'on s'dit Machine et moi
Entre Machine Et moi Machin Il s'passe des choses Des machins C'est quelque chose Ces machin- là Comme dit Machin Comment déjà? Heu... Y'a des choses Qu'on n'dit pas Ou quelque chose Comme ça
Lincoln Park Pirates Composer(s): Steve Goodman Performer(s): Steve Goodman
The streetlamps are on in Chicago tonight And lovers a'gazin' at stars The stores are all closin', and Daley is dozin' And the fat man is counting the cars ... And there's more cars than places to put 'em, he says But I've got room for them all So 'round 'em up boys, 'cause I want some more toys In the lot by the grocery store ...
To me, way, hey, tow them away The Lincoln Park Pirates are we From Wilmette to Gary, there's nothin' so hairy And we always collect our fee! So it's way, hey, tow 'em away We plunder the streets of your town Be it Edsel or Chevy, there's no car too heavy And no one can make us shut down
We break into cars when we gotta With hammer and pickaxe and saw And they said this garage had no license But little care I for the law! Our drivers are friendly and courteous Their good manners you always will get 'Cause they all are recent graduates Of the charm school in Joliet
To me, way, hey, tow them away The Lincoln Park Pirates are we From Wilmette to Gary, there's nothin' so hairy And we always collect our fee! So it's way, hey, tow 'em away We plunder the streets of your town Be it Edsel or Chevy, there's no car too heavy And no one can make us shut down
And when all the cars are collected And all of their fenders are ruined Then I'll tow all the boats in Belmont Harbor To the Lincoln Park Lagoon And when I've collected the ransom And sunk all the ones that won't yield I'll tow all the planes that are blocking the runways At Midway, O'Hare, and Meigs Field!
To me, way, hey, tow them away The Lincoln Park Pirates are we From Wilmette to Gary, there's nothin' so hairy And we always collect our fee! So it's way, hey, tow 'em away Now citizens, gather around And I think it's enough, let's call his bluff Let's throw the bum out of town!
Machine Gun Composer(s): Jimi Hendrix Originally performed by: Jimi Hendrix Covered by various other artists
Jimi: "Happy new year first of all I hope we'll have a million or two million more of them... If we can get over this summer, he he he Right, I'd like to dedicate this one to the draggin' scene that's goin' on all the soldiers that are fightin' in Chicago, Milwaukee and New York... Oh yes, and all the soldiers fightin' in Vietnam like to do a thing called 'machine gun'"
Machine Gun Tearing my body all apart
Machine Gun, yeah Tearing my body all apart
Evil man make me kill ya Evil man make you kill me Evil man make me kill you Even though were only families apart
Well I pick up my axe and fight like a bomber (You know what I mean) Hey! And your bullets keep knocking me down
Hey, I pick up my axe and fight like a bomber now Yeah, but you still blast me down to the ground
The same way you shoot me down, baby Youll be going just the same Three times the pain, and your own self to blame Hey, Machine Gun
I aint afraid of your mess no more, babe I aint afraid no more After a while, your, your cheap talk dont even cause me pain, so let your bullets fly like rain
Cause I know all the time youre wrong baby And youll be going just the same Yeah, Machine Gun Tearing my family apart Yeah, yeah, alright Tearing my family apart
(Dont you shoot him down) (Hes bout to leave here) (Dont you shoot him down) (Hes got to stay here) (He aint going nowhere) (Hes been shot down to the ground) (Oh where he cant survive, no, no)
Yeah, thats what we dont wanna hear anymore, alright? (No bullets) At least here, huh huh (No guns, no bombs) Huh huh (No nothin, just lets all live and live) (You know, instead of killin)
May this be Love or just Confusion Born out of frustration wracked feelings of not being able to make true physical love to the Universal gypsy Queen True, free expressed music Darling guitar please rest Amen
L'incendie À Rio Composer(s): Maurice Tézé - Gérard Gustin Performer(s): Sacha Distel
En pleine nuit une sirène Appelle au feu tous les pompiers Et tout Rio qui se réveille Voit brûler l'usin' de café Il n'y a pas de temps à perdre Sinon tout l'quartier va brûler Oui mais voilà Pendant c'temps là à la caserne On entends les pompiers crier
Qu'est-c'qu'on a fait des tuyaux? Des lances et d'la grande échelle Qu'est-c'qu'on a fait des tuyaux? Pas d'panique il nous les faut
Mais l'incendie là-bas fait rage Et le ciel est noir de fumée Et tous les gens dans les étages Se dis'nt: "Mais que font les pompiers?" Il n'y a pas de temps à perdre Sinon tout l'quartier va brûler Oui mais voilà Pendant c'temps là à la caserne On entends les pompiers crier
Qu'est-c'qu'on a fait des tuyaux? Des lances et d'la grande échelle Qu'est-c'qu'on a fait des tuyaux? Pas d'panique il nous les faut
Au p'tit matin on le devine Tout le quartier avait brûlé Il ne restait que des ruines Sur des centain's de mètr's carrés! Quand tout à coup dans le jour blême On vit accourir un pompier Qui s'écria : "Je viens d'la part du capitaine Vous dir' de n'pas vous énerver"
On a r'trouvé les tuyaux Les lances et la grande échelle Mais on est en panne d'auto Et on cherch' la manivelle
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