Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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L'inexorable (Marie) Composer(s): Nicolas Peyrac Performer(s): Nicolas Peyrac
Marie Il n'est plus temps Marie Mais sauve les enfants Ma tête tourne et je suis prisonnier De cette poutre tombée du grenier
Et puis l'eau monte inexorablement Tu sais l'eau monte inexorablement Et la maison n'en a plus pour longtemps Plus pour longtemps
Marie Ecoute-moi Marie Même si tu n'y vois pas Essaie quand même De trouver un chemin Jusqu'à la ferme Du plus proche voisin
Parce que l'eau monte inexorablement Tu sais l'eau monte inexorablement Et la maison n'en a plus pour longtemps Plus pour longtemps Marie Marie je t'aime Marie Marie je t'aime Marie Dépêche-toi Marie Il commence à faire froid Que Dieu te garde S'il lui reste du temps Que Dieu te garde Toi et puis les enfants
Parce que l'eau monte inexorablement Tu sais l'eau monte inexorablement Et la maison n'en a plus pour longtemps Plus pour longtemps C'est vrai l'eau monte inexorablement Tu sais l'eau monte inexorablement Et ton mari n'en a plus pour longtemps Plus pour longtemps Marie
L'inestimable Sceau Performer(s): Georges Brassens
M'amie, en ce temps-là, chaque année au mois d'août Se campait sur la grève, et ça m'était très doux D'ainsi la voir en place Dans cette position, pour se désennuyer Sans jamais une erreur, ell' comptait les noyés En suçant de la glace
Ses aimables rondeurs avaient fait à la fin Un joli petit trou parmi le sable fin Une niche idéale Quand je voulais partir, elle entrait en courroux En disant: "C'est trop tôt, j'ai pas fini mon trou C'est pas le trou des Halles"
Près d'elle, un jour, passa superbe un ange blond Un bellâtre, un belître au torse d'Apollon Une espèce d'athlète Comme mue d'un ressort, dressée sur son séant Elle partit avec cet homme de néant Costaud de la Villette
La volage, en volant vers ce nouveau bonheur Me fit un pied de nez doublé d'un bras d'honneur Adorable pimbêche! J'hésite à simuler ce geste : il est trop bas On vous l'a souvent fait, d'ailleurs je ne peux pas La guitare m'empêche!
J'eus beau la supplier: "De grâce, ma Nini Rassieds-toi, rassieds-toi: ton trou n'est pas fini" D'une voix sans réplique "Je m'en fous" cria-t-elle "Et puisqu'il te plaît tant C'est l'instant ou jamais de t'enfouir dedans T'as bien fait "La Supplique"!"
Et je retournai voir, morfondu de chagrin La trace laissée par la chute de ses reins Par ses parties dodues J'ai cherché, recherché, fébrile jusqu'au soir L'endroit où elle avait coutume de s'asseoir Ce fut peine perdue
La vague indifférente hélas avait roulé Avait fait plage rase, avait annihilé L'empreinte de ses sphères Si j'avais retrouvé l'inestimable sceau Je l'aurais emporté, grain par grain, seau par seau Mais m'eût-on laissé faire?
Mad The Swine Composer(s): Brian May; Freddie Mercury; Roger Taylor Performer(s): Queen
Been here before a long time ago But this time I wear no sandals Ages past I gave all you people Food and water
Three feet tall so very small I'm no trouble I bring thunder lightning sun and the rain For all the people in the land
A message of love I bring you from up above All good children gather around Come join your hands and sing along
They call me mad the swine I guess I'm mad the swine I've come to save you save you Mad the swine Mad the swine So all you people gather around Hold out your hands and praise the Lord
I woke up on the water just as before I'll help the meek and the mild and believers and the blind And all the creatures great and small Let me take you to the river without a ford Oh and then one day you realise You're all the same we've been in life All I've come to say just like before
They call me mad the swine I'm mad the swine I've come to save you save you Mad the swine Mad the swine So all you people gather around Hold out your hands and praise the Lord Ooh
Oh now So all you people gather around Hold out your hands and praise the Lord Don't ever fail me
Mad the swine Mad the swine I've come to save you save you Oh now Mad the swine Mad the swine So all you people gather around Hold out your hands and praise the Lord Hands and praise the Lord Praise the Lord I'll get down on my knees and praise the Lord
Line Up Composer(s): Steven Tyler - Joe Perry - Lenny Kravitz Performer(s): Aerosmith
If you think that you're strong Wanna fight then come on And line up When the going gets tough And your talk ain't enough Line up
We gotta get up, get out before they get us down 'Cause livin' up against the wall, yeah Has got us locked up Come on and line up So don't be surprised when they pull the wool over yo eyes Yeah don't get funked up
If you got the stuff And you can't get enough Then line up If you're out on a limb And you wanna come in Then line up
Your head's down, sittin' round Pick yo face up off the ground And get yo self together baby And learn to stand tough Come on and line up
We better get to it instead of Just standing around It's time to get down
If you're playing to win And your only way in Is line up
If we all wanna live Then we all gotta give Line up
We gotta get up, get out Before they get us down 'Cause livin' up against the wall, yeah Has got us locked up
Come on and line up
You better get to it Instead of just standing around Yeah, it's time to get down
If you got all the stuff And you can't get enough Line up Line up If you think that you're strong Wanna fight then come on Line up Line up
Mad John Composer(s): Ronnie Lane; Steve Marriott Performer(s): The Small Faces
There was an old man who lived in the greenwood nobody knew him or what he had done but mothers words say to their children beware of Mad John
John would sing with the birds in the morning laugh with the wind in the cold end of night but people from behind their curtains, said he's not quite right
John had it sussed he was living the life of a tramp yes his bed was the cold and the damp but the sun was his friend he was free
So here was a wise one who loved all the haters he loved them so much that their hate turned to fear and shaking from behind their curtains the loved ones would hear
L'indifférence Composer(s): Maurice Vidalin - Gilbert Bécaud Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud
Les mauvais coups, les lâchetés Quelle importance Laisse-moi te dire Laisse-moi te dire et te redire ce que tu sais Ce qui détruit le monde c'est L'indifférence
Elle a rompu et corrompu Même l'enfance Un homme marche Un homme marche, tombe, crève dans la rue Eh bien personne ne l'a vu L'indifférence
L'indifférence Elle te tue à petits coups L'indifférence Tu es l'agneau, elle est le loup L'indifférence Un peu de haine, un peu d'amour Mais quelque chose L'indifférence Chez toi tu n'es qu'un inconnu L'indifférence Tes enfants ne te parlent plus L'indifférence Tes vieux n'écoutent même plus Quand tu leur causes
Vous vous aimez et vous avez Un lit qui danse Mais elle guette Elle vous guette et joue au chat à la souris Mon jour viendra qu'elle se dit L'indifférence
L'indifférence Elle te tue à petits coups L'indifférence Tu es l'agneau, elle est le loup L'indifférence Un peu de haine, un peu d'amour Mais quelque chose
L'indifférence Tu es cocu et tu t'en fous L'indifférence Elle fait ses petits dans la boue L'indifférence Y a plus de haine, y a plus d'amour Y a plus grand-chose
L'indifférence Avant qu'on en soit tous crevés D'indifférence Je voudrai la voir crucifier L'indifférence Qu'elle serait belle écartelée L'indifférence
Mad Dogs And Englishmen Composer(s): Noël Coward Performer(s): Noël Coward and various other artists
In tropical climes there are certain times of day When all the citizens retire to tear their clothes off and perspire It's one of those rules that the biggest fools obey Because the sun is much too sultry and one must avoid its ultry-violet ray Papalaka-papalaka-papalaka-boo Papalaka-papalaka-papalaka-boo Digariga-digariga-digariga-doo Digariga-digariga-digariga-doo The natives grieve when the white men leave their huts Because they're obviously, absolutely nuts
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun The Japanese don't care to, the Chinese wouldn't dare to Hindus and Argentines sleep firmly from twelve to one But Englishmen detest a siesta In the Philippines there are lovely screens to protect you from the glare In the Malay states there are hats like plates which the Britishers won't wear At twelve noon the natives swoon, and no further work is done But Mad Dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
It's such a surprise for the Eastern eyes to see That though the British are effete they're quite impervious to heat When the white man rides, every native hides in glee Because the simple creatures hope he will impale his solar topee on a tree Bolyboly-bolyboly-bolyboly-baa Bolyboly-bolyboly-bolyboly-baa Habaninny-habaninny-habaninny-haa Habaninny-habaninny-habaninny-haa It seems such a shame that when the English claim the earth That they give rise to such hilarity and mirth
Mad Dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun The toughest Burmese bandit can never understand it In Rangoon the heat of noon is just what the natives shun They put their scotch or rye down, and lie down In the jungle town where the sun beats down to the rage of man or beast The English garb of the English sahib merely gets a bit more creased In Bangkok, at twelve o'clock, they foam at the mouth and run But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
Mad Dogs and Englishmen, go out in the midday sun The smallest Malay rabbit deplores this stupid habit In Hong Kong, they strike a gong, and fire off a noonday gun To reprimand each inmate, who's in late In the mangrove swamps where the python romps there is peace from twelve till two Even caribous lie down and snooze, for there's nothing else to do In Bengal, to move at all, is seldom if ever done But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
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
