Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Mais Le Matin Composer(s): Francis Cabrel Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Elle est plus grande que la mer Mais elle tient au creux de mes doigts Elle est tellement de choses à la fois On ne joue pas au poker Avec une fille comme ça C'est toujours elle qui a les quatre rois Mais le matin Quand on se réveille elle est moi On a plein De rosée sur les draps Mais le matin Quand on s'éveille tous les deux On a plein De cernes sous les yeux Elle met du rose sur ses lèvres Et des fleurs au bout de ses doigts Elle n'a pas besoin de tricher pour ça Le ciel est clair quand elle se lève Et puis noir quand elle s'en va Quand elle part avec mes rêves sous le bras Mais le matin Quand on se réveille elle est moi On a plein De rosée sur les draps Mais le matin Quand on s'éveille tous les deux On a plein De cernes sous les yeux Et je sais qu'elle cache ses guitares Au fond d'une armoire à poupées Avec le début de notre histoire Et les lambeaux de son passé Et dans chacune de ses empreintes Moi je pose les pieds Sans savoir, elle va m'emmener Mais je n'ai pas grand-chose à craindre De son corps de poupées On a tant de choses à se partager Mais le matin Quand on se réveille elle est moi On a plein De rosée sur les draps Mais le matin Quand on s'éveille tous les deux On a plein De cernes sous les yeux Elle est plus grande que la mer Mais elle tient au creux de mes doigts On ne joue pas au poker Avec une fille comme ça Elle est plus grande que la mer Mais elle tient au creux de mes doigts On ne joue pas au poker Avec une fille comme ça
Little Dreamer Composer(s): Edward Van Halen - David Lee Roth - Michael Anthony - Alex Van Halen First release by: Van Halen - 1978
They may talk about you cold when you were Headed for the skies But you were young and bold and baby didn't that Change with a wink of your eye Now no one's talkin' 'bout those Crazy days gone by No one talks about the Times you cried (Oooh) Little dreamer (Oooh) Uh, little dreamer And then they voted you Least likely to succeed I hadda tell them baby, you were armed with All you'd need Seems no one's talkin' 'bout those Crazy days gone past Weren't they amazed when you were Really last (Oooh) You are the little dreamer (Oooh) You were the little dreamer, yeah, yeah Yeah they talk about you cold when you were Headed for the skies But you were young and bold and baby didn't that Change with a wink of your eye Seems no one's talkin' 'bout the Crazy days gone past Weren't they amazed when you were Really last (Oooh) You are the little dreamer (Oooh) Little dreamer, oh yeah, oh (Oooh) Little dreamer (Oooh) Little dreamer
Little Does She Know Composer(s): Chad Stuart - Russell Alquist Performer(s): Chad & Jeremy
Little does she know how much I love her Little does she care when I'm walking by Little does she know, but I'm gonna show her I could be the apple of her eye
Little does she see when I've been crying And the many times that I've passed her door Little does she know , but I'll keep on trying To make her see it's me she's looking for
And ev'rywhere that she goes you can be sure that I Am gonna be there too That girl has gotta see how much she means to me And that my love is true
Little does she hear the things I'm saying I tell all my friends that she's oh so fine Little does she know, but I'll go on praying Some day soon I'm gonna make her mine
Mais Il Y A L'accordéon ((German & Spanish Versions: Doch Einer Spielt Akkordeon (Dalida); Al Escuchar Mi Acordeón (Dalida)) Composer(s): Johnny Rech Performer(s): Dalida
Je sais que le monde est une question Je sais que la guerre est une invention Et que la terre roule comme un ballon Sous des hommes au cur pleins d'ambitions
Je sais que le monde est fait de fiction Je sais que le ciel c'est de l'horizon Qu'il soit rose ou bleu comme nos illusions Je vois que la terre est rouge de passion
Mais il y a l 'accordéon Et c'est si bon l'accordéon Quand il est là l'accordéon ça sent la France et c'est si bon Mais il y a l'accordéon Et c'est si bon l'accordéon Quand il est là l 'accordéon ça sent la France
L'amour je sais a d'étranges chemins Les cris du cur ont aussi leurs chagrins Et que tourne, tourne la roue du destin Le bonheur semble toujours pour demain
Mais il y a l'accordéon Et c'est si bon l'accordéon Quand il est là l'accordéon ça sent la France et c'est si bon Mais il y a l 'accordéon Et c 'est si bon l'accordéon Quand il est là l'accordéon ça sent la France
Un vieux bistrot et une odeur de frites Un verre de vin venez je vous invite A oublier et à prendre la fuite De vos ennuis de leurs peines et leurs suites
Et il y aura l'accordéon Et c'est si bon l'accordéon Quand il est là l'accordéon ça sent la France et c'est si bon Et il y aura l'accordéon Et c 'est si bon l'accordéon Quand il est là l'accordéon ça sent la France
Little Diane Composer(s): Dion DiMucci Performer(s): Dion & The Belmonts
Diane...Down deep inside I cry Diane...Without your love I'd die Diane...You know you drive me wild .... Diane You're such a little evil child ya ya ya
Ya, I wanta pack and leave and slap your face Bad girls like you are a disgrace A way down deep inside I cry Without you little Diane I'd die
I should drag you down 'cause you're no good You're two-faced, your heart's made of wood A way down deep inside I cry Without you little Diane I'd die
Listen to my heart Oh you're tearin' it apart Oh why don't you understand Why don't you stop it! stop it! Stop it if you can
I wanna spread the news that you're untrue But Diane what good would it do 'Cause way down deep inside I cry Without you little Diane I'd die, I'd die
Ya! Don't you understand Diane
I said ya, ya, ya
I said listen to the beat Oh I feel it in my feet Now it's my heart Diane Why don't you stop it! stop it! Stop it if you can
I wanna spread the news that you're untrue But Diane what good would it do 'Cause way down deep inside I cry Without you little Diane I'd die, I'd die
Mais C'était Hier ((English Version: Then (Charles Aznavour)) Composer(s): Charles Aznavour Performer(s): Charles Aznavour; Waldir Calmon
Hier nous étions deux Le temps était clair, le monde était beau Nous étions heureux Y'avait des printemps même en plein hiver Au fond de tes yeux Au creux de ton lit, le ciel était bleu Hier c'était l'espoir Y'avait du vin blanc qui coulait à flot Sur tous les comptoirs Y'avait des amis aussi fous que nous Qui venaient nous voir Pour partager tout, le pain blanc ou noir Mais c'était hier Je me rappelle C'était hier Tu étais belle Et moi j'étais jeune, peut-être un peu sot Je me croyais beau Hier étais à nous On dormait le jour on chantait la nuit Et riait de tout Plantant dans la vie nos griffes de chat Et nos dents de loup Le temps était pur, le temps était doux Le temps s'est couvert Je plisse les yeux quand luit le soleil Et j'ai froid l'hiver Je bois un peu moins, je parle un peu plus Sans en avoir l'air Et lorsque je dors, je rêve de toi En rêvant de toi Je rêve d'hier
Little Devil Composer(s): Neil Sedaka - Howard Greenfield First release by: Neil Sedaka - 1961
Woh who who who yeah yeah yeah Hey little devil Woh who who who yeah yeah yeah Hey little devil
Hey little devil you're always runnin' around It's time that someone started bringing you down There'll be some changes made Your rovin' days are through Hey little devil I'm gonna make an angel out of you
Hey little devil you got me all in a whirl You're a cute little devil and I'm gonna make you my girl You're out to break my heart But just before you do Hey little devil I'm gonna make an angel out of you
They say beware but I don't care I love you just the same You're an old heart breaker and a mischief maker But I'm wise to your name
Woh woh woh Hey little devil everything is gonna be fine 'Cause someday soon I'm gonna make you all mine There'll be no runnin' around You met your Waterloo Hey little devil I'm gonna make an angel out of you
Woh woh woh Hey little devil everything is gonna be fine 'Cause someday soon I'm gonna make you all mine There'll be no runnin' around You met your Waterloo Hey little devil I'm gonna make an angel out of you
Woh who who who yeah yeah yeah Hey little devil Woh who who who yeah yeah yeah Hey little devil Woh who who who yeah yeah yeah Hey little devil ...
Little Deuce Coupe ((French Version: Tu N'as Pas Le Temps (by Les Lionceaux) - 1963)) Composer(s): Brian Wilson Roger Christian First release by: The Beach Boys - 1963 Covered by multiple other artists
Little deuce Coupe You don't know what I got Little deuce Coupe You don't know what I got
Well I'm not braggin', babe, so don't put me down But I've got the fastest set of wheels in town When something comes up to me, he don't even try 'Cause if it had a set of wings, man, I know she could fly
She's my little deuce coupe You don't know what I got (My little deuce coupe) (You don't know what I got)
Just a little deuce coupe with a flat head mill But she'll walk a Thunderbird like it's standin' still She's ported and relieved and she's stroked and bored She'll do a hundred and forty at the top end floored
She's my little deuce coupe You don't know what I got (My little deuce coupe) (You don't know what I got)
She's got a competition clutch with four on the floor And she purrs like a kitten till the lake pipes roar And if that ain't enough to make you flip your lid There's one more thing, I got the pink slip, daddy
And comin' off the line when the light turns green Well she blows 'em out the water like you've never seen I get pushed out of shape and it's hard to steer When I get rubber in all four gears
She's my little deuce coupe You don't know what I got (My little deuce coupe) (You don't know what I got) She's my little deuce coupe You don't know what I got (My little deuce coupe) (You don't know what I got) She's my little deuce coupe You don't know what I got (My little deuce coupe) (You don't know what I got)
Maire My Girl Composer(s): John Keegan Casey; George Aitken Performer(s): John McCormack and various other artists
Over the dim blue hills Strays a wild river Over the dim blue hills Rests my heart ever Dearer and brighter than Jewels and pearl Dwells she in beauty there Maire my girl
Down upon Claris heath Shines the soft berry On the brown harvest tree Droops the red cherry Sweeter thy honey lips Softer the curl Straying adown thy cheeks Maire my girl
'Twas on an April eve That I first met her Many an eve shall pass Ere I forget her Since my young heart has been Wrapped in a whirl Thinking and dreaming of Maire my girl
She is too kind and fond Ever to grieve me She has too pure a heart E'er to deceive me Was I Tyrconnell's chief Or Desmond's earl Life would be dark, wanting Maire my girl
Over the dim blue hills Strays a wild river Over the dim blue hills Rests my heart ever Dearer and brighter than Jewels or pearl Dwells she in beauty there Maire my girl
David he would sit in some dark corner Seemed to melt the shadows with his eyes And the song that he was playing Was nothing less than praying And nothing more than saying I'm alive Won't you play, little David Play little David, play
David he would send them notes a-flying Some that laughed and some that felt like tears He would play them fast or slowly Play them high or lowly But they always come out holy to my ear Won't you play, little David, play little David, play
I don't need no Sunday sermon Need no Sunday shoes When I hear little David playing I got religion through and through
David he would send them notes a-flying Some that laughed and some that felt like tears He would play them fast or slowly Play them high or lowly But they always come out holy to my ear Won't you play, little David, play little David, play
I don't need no Sunday sermon Need no Sunday shoes When I hear little David playing I got religion through and through
David he would send them notes a-flying Some that laughed and some that felt like tears He would play them fast or slowly Play them high or lowly But they always come out holy to my ear
Won't you play, little David, play little David, play Won't you play, little David, play little David, play
Maintenant Ou Jamais Composer(s): Salvatore Adamo Performer(s): Salvatore Adamo
Être ami, s'aimer bien, tu parles d'une aventure Hier encore, tu te souviens, c'était de la passion pure Quand le monde était trop petit, nous marchions dans le ciel Avec toi dans ma vie, c'était toujours Noël
De l'amour à la guerre, on allait à cloche-pieds Nous voici en enfer, qui a tiré le premier? Mais avant le trou noir, avant l'indifférence J'aurais voulu savoir s'il nous reste une chance
{Refrain:} C'est maintenant ou jamais C'est maintenant ou jamais Y a pas de prochain arrêt On se dit tout ou on se tait C'est maintenant ou jamais C'est maintenant ou jamais Maintenant ou jamais Juste un dernier essai Avant les grands regrets C'est maintenant ou jamais
Je te chasse de ma mémoire et tu pars en absence Je me repeins des idées noires, je me réduis au silence Ou alors tu redeviens ma lumière, mon miroir On se ferait plus du bien, il suffirait de le vouloir
C'est maintenant ou jamais C'est maintenant ou jamais Y a pas de prochain arrêt On se dit tout ou on se tait C'est maintenant ou jamais Juste un dernier essai Avant les grands regrets C'est maintenant ou jamais
Je reprends tous mes mots, je décrocherai plus la lune Menteur en gros sabots, rimailleur de fortune On repart à zéro, qu'est-ce qu'on risque après tout? On reprend le scénario au premier rendez-vous
{au Refrain} Juste un dernier essai Avant de tirer un trait Sur nous deux à jamais
Little Darlin' Composer(s): Maurice Williams First release by: The Gladiolas - 1957 Covered by multiple other artists
Little darlin', little darlin' Oh where, are you, oo oo oo oo Walla walla chipa mocka mogga Oh my lover, oh just for you, only you
My darling, I need you Darling I need you to call my own To hold your life, your little foot, your hand I knew someone would understand that Hold my hand
My dear, I would run To find without you Oo oo oo oo oo Oh, oo oo oo That my love was just for you, 'n only you
Maintenant Je Sais Composer(s): Jean-Loup Dabadie; Philip Green Performer(s): Jean Gabin
Quand j'étais gosse, haut comme trois pommes J'parlais bien fort pour être un homme J'disais, Je Sais, Je Sais, Je Sais, Je Sais
C'était l'début, c'était l'printemps Mais quand j'ai eu mes 18 ans J'ai dit, Je Sais, ça y est, cette fois Je Sais
Et aujourd'hui, les jours où je m'retourne J'regarde la terre où j'ai quand même fait les 100 pas Et je n'sais toujours pas comment elle tourne!
Vers 25 ans, j'savais tout: l'amour, les roses, la vie, les sous Tiens oui l'amour! J'en avais fait tout le tour!
Et heureusement, comme les copains, j'avais pas mangé tout mon pain Au milieu de ma vie, j'ai encore appris C'que j'ai appris, ça tient en trois, quatre mots
"Le jour où quelqu'un vous aime, il fait très beau j'peux pas mieux dire, il fait très beau!
C'est encore ce qui m'étonne dans la vie Moi qui suis à l'automne de ma vie On oublie tant de soirs de tristesse Mais jamais un matin de tendresse!
Toute ma jeunesse, j'ai voulu dire Je Sais Seulement, plus je cherchais, et puis moins j' savais
Il y a 60 coups qui ont sonné à l'horloge Je suis encore à ma fenêtre, je regarde, et j'm'interroge?
Maintenant Je Sais, Je Sais Qu'on Ne Sait Jamais!
La vie, l'amour, l'argent, les amis et les roses On ne sait jamais le bruit ni la couleur des choses C'est tout c'que j'sais! Mais ça, j'le Sais...!
Little Curly Hair In A High Chair Composer(s): Charles Tobias - Nat Simon Performer(s): Fats Waller and multiple other artists
Little curly hair in a high chair What's your order for today? Little curly hair in a high chair I'll do anything you say When you're near the room seems to brighten The sun comes streaming through you're eyes You're the reason they still keep writin' All those tender lullabies Hm__ There you go! Bangin' with your blocks Pullin' off your socks Hm__ There you go! Tryin' to make your toes Touch your baby nose Heaven's close to your chair and my chair when you smile the way you do Little curly hair in a high chair My day begins and ends with you
Maintenant Composer(s): Raymond Bravard; Jean Cazenave Performer(s): Dalida
Maintenant que tes yeux ont l'audace De me voir comme un rêve insolent Maintenant que l'amour à sa place Près de moi je t'aime plus qu'avant Délaissant toutes les comédies Sans pudeur je te dis simplement
Si l'amour doit enchaîner nos vies Maintenant que ce soit maintenant Et demain nos âmes réunis S'aimeront un peu plus chaque jour Etonné par tous ce qui nous lie L'un à l'autre en ce premier amour
Découvrant enfin ce grand mystère De tout ceux qui un jour comme nous Ont uni leurs deux vies sur la terre A jamais pour que naisse l'amour
Little Christine Composer(s): Mick Ralphs Performer(s): Mott The Hoople
The light in the bar came on The place was in a mess An hour before there'd been an awful scene Early on that day while Matt was on the phone His long time friend took a fancy to his little Christine Matt was in a state when I saw him later on Tried to cool him down but he was havin' none "I'm gonna fix him good", said Matt in a chokey way Together we know the sound of a ready gun
Well it must have been around eight When we both saw Sam's hunched back Holdin' up a boarded bar room wall Matt soon altered that as he kicked Sam to the floor Pretty soon the place was one big brawl Someone doused the lights Still the pumps blew Suddenly a voice caught in the night "Whoever comes off best can only lose my hand Leavin' now you are welcome to your fight, you can have it"
Well Matt he cocked his gun Fired towards that voice "I'd rather know you're dead" was his reply Christine breathed her last The bar was like a tomb Not a sound, except to hear Sam call
The light in the bar was on The place is in a mess An hour before there'd been an awful scene Early on that day while Matt was on the phone His long time friend took a fancy to his little Christine
Main Street Composer(s): Betty Comden; Roger Edens; Adolph Green Performer(s): Gene Kelly
There's not much to tell about my hometown Life is easy and the tempo's slow But if you really want to find what's in it You'll learn in a minute all you have to know Let's go
Come walkin' with me I want you to see our main street You'll see the whole town By just walkin down our main street
There's the corner where the boys hang out As each girl goes by they rate her whistle and try to date her "later" Baby are you going steady?
And then we can stop and chat with a cop on main street He made an arrest a way back in nineteen three He'll ask me who is the pretty stranger How proud I'm going to be when you walk down main street with me
