Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Hockey Song Composer(s): Stompin' Tom Connors Performer(s): Stompin' Tom Connors
Hello out there, we're on the air it's hockey night tonight! The tension grows the whistle blows and the puck goes down the ice The golie jumps and and the players bump and the fans all go insane Someone roars "Bobby Scores!" At the good old hockey game!
Oh! The good old hockey game! It's the best game you can name! And the best game you can name is the good old hockey game!
Second Period Where players dash with skates a-flash the home team trails behind But they grab the puck and go bursting up and their down across the line They storm the crease like bumblebees and they travel like a burning flame We see them slide the puck inside its a one one hockey game!
Oh! The good old hockey game! Its the best game you can name! And the best game you can name is the good old hockey game!
Third Period Last game in the play-offs too Oh take me where, the hockey players face off down the rink And the Stanley Cup is all filled up for the champs who win the drink! Now the final flick of a hockey stick and a one gigantic scream "The Puck Is In! The Home Team Wins!" At the good ol hockey game
Oh! The good old hockey game! Its the best game you can name! And the best game you can name is the good old hockey game!
Oh! The good old hockey game! Its the best game you can name! And the best game you can name is the good old hockey game!
Oh! The good old hockey game! Its the best game you can name! And the best game you can name is the good old hockey game!
C'est Tout Comme
((Adapted from: A Mess Of Blues (Elvis Presley & The Jordanaires) - 1960))
((Danish Version: Masser Af Busser (Bamses Venner) - 1976))
Composer(s): Doc Pomus - Mort Shuman - Pierre Saka
Performer(s): Les Chaussettes Noires - 1961
La main qui montre le ciel noir
Mes yeux qui voudraient te voir
Mais tu n'es pas revenue
Et ce temps perdu
C'est tout comme un monde qui me fuit
Le train qui file dans la nuit
Le froid qui arrête la vie
Le vent qui porte la pluie
Et tous ses ennuis
C'est tout comme un jour sans rêve autour
Jamais, non jamais trop de bleu et de rire
Le soleil, c'est pour les pauvres, pour les aider à vivre
Le moindre bruit qui me réveille
La ville ne dort pas
Sur son néon et ses enseignes
Cette joie qui se perd
C'est tout comme un jour sans rêve autour
Jamais, non jamais là, croiseront nos routes
Le temps et les gens qui passent viennent creuser le doute
Après minuit, le blues qui pleure
Dans la fumée des bars
L'image du dernier quart d'heure
De cette joie qui se meurt
C'est tout comme un cur qui ne bat plus
C'est tout comme un monde qui me fuit
C'est tout comme un jour sans rêve autour
Free Composer(s): Susaye Greene; Hank Redd; Nathan Watts; Deniece Williams Performer(s): Deniece Williams
Whispering in his ear my magic potion for love Telling him I'm sincere And that there's nothing too good for us
And I've just got to be free, free, free
Whispering in his ear my magic potion for love Telling him I'm sincere And that there's nothing too good for us
But I want to be free, free, free And I just got to be me, yeah, free, free
Teasing hands on his mind Give our night such mystery Happiness all the time Oh and how that night pleases me
But I want to be free (ba, ba, ba, ba) But I just got to be me, me
Feeling you close to me Makes all my senses smile Let's not waste ecstasy Cause I'll only be here for a while
I just got to be free, free, free And I just got to be me, yeah, yeah, yeah Free, free, oh Free, free, free, oh baby, oh And I just want to, I just want to be me
The Hobo Song Composer(s): John Prine Performer(s): John Prine; Johnny Cash; Dean Phelps
There was a time when lonely men would wander Through this land rolling aimlessly along So many times I've heard of their sad story Written in the words of dead men's songs
Down through the years many men have yearned for freedom Some found it only on the open road So many tears of blood have fell around us 'Cause you can't always do what you are told
Please tell me where have all the hobos gone to I see no fire burning down by the rusty railroad tracks Could it be their time has gone and left them Tied up in life's eternal travellin' sack
Please tell me where have all the hobos gone to I see no fire burning down by the rusty railroad tracks Could it be their time has gone and left them Tied up in life's eternal travellin' sack
Please tell me where have all the hobos gone to I see no fire burning down by the rusty railroad tracks Could it be their time has gone and left them Tied up in life's eternal travellin' sack
Please tell me where have all the hobos gone to I see no fire burning down by the rusty railroad tracks Could it be their time has gone and left them Tied up in life's eternal travellin' sack
Last Sunday night I wrote a letter to my loved one I signed my name and knew I'd stayed away too long There was a time when my heart was free to wander And I remember as I sing this hobo song
C'est Toujours Un Mystère
Composer(s): Pierre Rapsat
First release by: Pierre Rapsat - 1982
C'est toujours un mystère Le début d'une histoire C'est comme une lumière Qui se glisse dans le noir C'est déjà la frontière La fin du couloir Et moi je danse J'ai perdu la mémoire
C'est toujours un mystère C'est comme les grands départs On est des émigrants Qui s'en vont quelque part Sur un océan Ou la Mer Noire Et moi je danse J'ai perdu la mémoire
Je danse la danse du feu Les pieds nus dans la cendre Sans chercher à comprendre Si j'me sens heureux La danse de la colère Elle se danse en enfer Soulève de la poussière Qu'on jette à la mer
C'est toujours un mystère Le début d'une histoire De sentir un coeur Se gonfler d'espoir Des anneaux enclavés Que brise un foulard Et moi je danse J'ai perdu la mémoire
Je danse la danse du feu Les pieds nus dans la cendre Sans chercher à comprendre Si j'me sens heureux La danse de la colère Soulève que d'la poussière Qu'on jette à la mer
Fredman's Song No. 10 Performer(s): Carl Michael Bellman
Drink till after twelve or more Live it up with madmen! Earth is but my chamber floor And the sun my lantern Nothing else is worth a pin If my head but giddy spin Giddy spin, giddy spin Giddy spin, giddy spin Until it's so drowsy Nothing more can rouse me
In my grandad's overcoat Torn and out at elbows Here I stand, on brandy dote 'Mid the queerest fellows Out of pretty goblets bright Tipple morning noon and night Noon and night, noon and night Noon and night, noon and night Till I'm just another Boozy red-nosed brother
If my sainted father stood Suddenly before me "Son", he'd hiccup, "skål! That's good Brandy best doth warm me" "Brother mine," I'd then reply Let us toast the morning sky Morning sky, morning sky Morning sky, morning sky Then to thy repose, sir Thou again mayst go, sir"
Were I but a man of wealth Gold my pocket lining Christmas day I'd dress myself Like the king, when dining Then I'd purchase and I'd use Coat and waistcoat and new shoes New shoes, new shoes New shoes, new shoes And of course I'd buy, sir A watch upon my thigh, sir!
But my throat can't stand such loss 'Tis a very drought, sir What is gold, when got, but dross? Pull the cork right out, sir! Let us steady on our legs Drain this bottle to the dregs To the dregs, to the dregs To the dregs, to the dregs Then let death attack us In the blood of Bacchus
The Hitchhikers' Song Composer(s): Joan Baez Performer(s): Joan Baez
When the mist rolls in on Highway One like a curtain to the day A thousand silhouettes hold out their thumbs and I see them and I say You are my children my sweet children I am your poet
With hair just like the burning tree of Moses the girl beside you is your twin Behind your fiery make-up you should know this I am your sister, I am your kin, your flesh and kin I'll write this tune in matching phrases just to show it
You are the orphans in an age of no tomorrows and with your walking you wage a war against the sorrows Your fathers left you a row to hoe and you'll hoe it
If I could write you easy directions on a list you would not read it, you could not see it for the mist Besides my pen is very righteous and I know it
So walk to the edges of a dying kingdom There's one more summer just around the bend The amber in your smile is brave and winsome for though your highway has no end, it never ends There is still the sky the windy cliff and the sea below it I'd take an angel's ram horn trumpet and I'd blow it I'd blow it
C'est Toujours Le Même Refrain
Composer(s): Cozette Morgan - Vline Buggy
Performer(s): Claude François
Faut-il aimer pour être aimé Jamais l'amour n'est partagé Et la balance en vérité Penche toujours d'un seul côté Dès que j'espère le bateau chavire Dès que je doute le ciel devient bleu C'est jamais toi qui prends ma main C'est toujours moi qui te retiens Malgré le mal que tu me fais Je préfère souffrir et t'aimer Penser à toi et croire jusqu'au bout Être plutôt l'agneau que le loup
Et c'est toujours le même refrain Si je t'aime trop toi tu m'aimes moins Oui c'est toujours le même refrain Si je t'aime moins c'est toi qui reviens Il y a toujours un coin au soleil Et un coin à l'ombre Et c'est toujours le même refrain Si je t'aime trop toi tu m'aimes moins Oui c'est toujours le même refrain Si je t'aime moins c'est toi qui reviens Il en faut toujours un de malheureux Un de malheureux sur deux
J'en ai connu d'autres avant toi J'ai essayé combien de fois J'ai renoncé je ne peux pas Non, aimer si je ne souffre pas Je cours toujours après l'impossible Après le rêve après l'inconnu Je passerai toute ma vie A suivre tout ce qui me fuit Je suis resté comme l'enfant Qui pleure après son cerf-volant Mais je préfère souffrir jusqu'au bout Être plutôt l'agneau que le loup
Et c'est toujours le même refrain Si je t'aime trop toi tu m'aimes moins Oui c'est toujours le même refrain Si je t'aime moins c'est toi qui reviens Il y a toujours un coin au soleil Et un coin à l'ombre Et c'est toujours le même refrain Si je t'aime trop toi tu m'aimes moins Oui c'est toujours le même refrain Si je t'aime moins c'est toi qui reviens Il en faut toujours un de malheureux Un de malheureux sur deux
Et c'est toujours le même refrain Si je t'aime trop toi tu m'aimes moins Oui c'est toujours le même refrain Si je t'aime moins c'est toi qui reviens Il y a toujours un coin au soleil Et un coin à l'ombre Et c'est toujours le même refrain Si je t'aime trop toi tu m'aimes moins Oui c'est toujours le même refrain Si je t'aime moins c'est toi qui reviens Il en faut toujours un de malheureux Un de malheureux sur deux
The Hippy Hippy Shake ((French Version: La Fille Qui Me Plait (Les Lionceaux) - 1964)) Composer(s): Chan Romero First release by: Chan Romero - 1959 Covered by multiple other artists
For goodness sake I've got the hippy, hippy shake I've got the shake, oh the hippy, hippy shake Oo I can't keep still with the hippy, hippy shake I get my fill with that hippy, hippy shake Oo my babe, auw the hippy, hippy shake
Well now you shake it to the left, you shake it to the right Do the hippy shake, shake with all of your might And you shake Oh you shake Oo my babe Auw the hippy, hippy shake
Well now you shake it to the left, you shake it to the right Do the hippy shake, shake with all of your might And you shake Yes you shake Oo my babe Auw the hippy, hippy shake Auw the hippy, hippy shake Yeah the hippy, hippy shake Oh yeah
C'est Toujours La Première Fois
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat; Isabelle Aubret
Enfin enfin je te retrouve Toi qui n'avais jamais été Qu'absente comme jeune louve Ou l'eau dormante au fond des douves S'échappant au soleil d'été
Tu peux m'ouvrir cent fois les bras C'est toujours la première fois
Absente comme souveraine Qu'on voit entre deux haies passer O toi si proche et si lointaine Dès que l'amour file sa laine Entre nos doigts désaccordés
Tu peux m'ouvrir cent fois les bras C'est toujours la première fois
La faim de toi qui me dévore Me fait plier genoux et bras Je n'aurais pas assez d'amphore Ni de mots encore et encore Pour y mettre son terme bas
Tu peux m'ouvrir cent fois les bras C'est toujours la première fois
La soif de toi par quoi je tremble Ma lèvre à jamais desséchée Mon amour qu'est-ce qu'il t'en semble Est-ce de vivre ou non ensemble Qui pourra m'en désaltérer
Tu peux m'ouvrir cent fois les bras C'est toujours la première fois
L'amour de toi par quoi j'existe N'a pas d'autre réalité Je ne suis qu'un nom de ta liste Un pas que le vent sur la piste Efface avant d'avoir été
Tu peux m'ouvrir cent fois les bras C'est toujours la première fois
Freddy, My Love Composer(s): Warren Casey; Jim Jacobs Performer(s): Cindy Bullens; and various other artists
Freddy my love, I miss you more than words can say Freddy my love, please keep in touch while you're away Hearing from you can make the day so much better just a souvenier or even a letter I really flipped over the great cashmere sweater Freddy, my love Freddy, my love Freddy, my love Freddy you know, your absense makes me feel so blue That's okay though, your presents make me think of you Mama will have a heart-attack when she catches Those little bushes with the black leather patches Oh how I wish I had a jacket that matches Freddy, my love Freddy, my love Freddy, my love Freddy, my love Don't keep your letters from me, I quilt to every line Your spelling's kinda crummy but honey so is mine I treasure every gifty the ring is really nifty You say it cost you fifty, so you're drifty, I don't mind Whoa - Freddy you see you'll hold me in your arms someday (Freddy my love) And I will be wearing your lacy lingerie (Freddy I'm yours) Thinking about it, my heart's pounding already Knowing when you come home, we're bound to go steady And through your service pay around my confetti Freddy, my love Freddy, my love Freddy, my love Freddy, my love - ooh Freddy Freddy, my love Freddy, my love Freddy, my love - ooh Freddy Freddy, my love Freddy, my love, Freddy, my love I'm ready Freddy, my love Freddy, my love Freddy, my love - ooh Freddy Freddy, my love Freddy, my love, Freddy, my love...
The Hippopotamus Song Composer(s): Michael Flanders - Donald Swann Performer(s): Flanders & Swann and multiple other artists
A bold hippopotamus was standing one day On the banks of the cool Shalimar He gazed at the bottom as it peacefully lay By the light of the evening star Away on a hilltop sat combing her hair His fair hippopotamine maid The hippo-pot-amus was no ignoramus And sang her this sweet serenade
Mud, mud, glorious mud Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood So follow me, follow / down to the hollow And there let us wallow in glorious mud
The fair hippopotama he aimed to entice From here seen on the hilltop above As she had not got a ma to give her advice Came tip-toeing down to her love Like thunder the forest re-echoed the sound Of the song that they sang as they met His enamorata adjusted her garter And lifted her voice in duet
Mud, mud, glorious mud Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood So follow me, follow / down to the hollow And there let us wallow in glorious mud
Follow me, follow Down to the hollow That will improve our cultural relations
Now more hippopotami began to convene On the banks of that river so wide I wonder now what I am to say of the scene That ensued by the Shalimar side They dived all at once with an ear-splitting splash Then rose to the surface again A regular army of hippopotami All singing this haunting refrain
Mud, mud, glorious mud Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood So follow me, follow / down to the hollow And there let us wallow in glorious mud
Freddie's Dead Composer(s): Curtis Mayfield Performer(s): Curtis Mayfield; and various other artists
Hey-hey Love-love Yeah-yeah Ah-ha
Freddie's dead That's what I said Let the man rap a plan Said he'd see him home But his hope was a rope And he should've known It's hard to understand There was love in this man I'm sure all would agree That his misery Was his woman and things Now Freddie's dead That's what I said
Everybody's misused him Ripped him off and abused him Another junkie plan Pushin' dope for the man A terrible blow But thats how it go' a-Freddie's on the corner now If you wanna be a junkie, wow Remember Freddie's dead
We're all built up with progress But sometimes I must confess We can deal with rockets and dreams But reality, what does it mean? Ain't nothin' said 'Cause Freddie's dead
All I want is some peace of mind With a little love I'm tryin' to find This could be such a beautiful world With a wonderful girl Ooo, I need a woman child Don't wanna be like Freddie now 'Cause Freddie's dead
Hey-hey Yeah-yeah If you don't try You're gonna die
Why can't we brothers protect one another? No one's serious and it makes me furious Don't be misled Just think of Fred
Everybody's misused him Ripped him up and abused him Another junkie plan Pushin' dope for the man a-Freddie's on the corner now If you wanna be a junkie, why? Remember Freddie's dead
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Freddie's dead Hey-hey Ha-ha Love-love Ha-ha Boo-hoo Hey-hey
The Highway Code Composer(s): Horrex Performer(s): Master Singers
The Highway Code part one, the road user on foot, walking alone Where there is a pavement or adequate footpath, use it On a pavement or footpath Do not walk next to the kerb with your back to the traffic Do not step into the road without first looking Where there is no adequate footpath Walk on the right of the road to face oncoming traffic Do not loiter in the roadway or walk along cycle tracks A marching body on the road should keep on the left-hand side It should have look-outs at suitable distances at the front and rear And at night they should carry lights White at the front of the column and red at the rear
Always use subways, footbridges, pedestrian crossings or central refuges when provided Otherwise, cross where you have a clear view of the road both ways Take extra care if your view is limited By stationary vehicles or other obstruc-cions Before you cross, stop at the kerb Look right, look left, and right again Do not cross until the road is clear Then cross at right-angles, keeping a careful lookout all the time
When you have stepped off the kerb onto a Zebra Crossing Which must have black and white stripes, studs and ligh-ted beacons You have the right-of-way But allow approaching vehicles ample time to give way Especially if the road is wet or icy When crossing the road at junctions Lookout for vehicles turning the corner Do not cross the road, either at a Zebra Crossing or elsewhere Against a signal to stop by a Police Officer controlling traffic
Do not get on or off a bus or tram while it is moving Or when it is not at a recogni-zed stopping place Do not step out suddenly from behind a stationary or slowly moving bus or tram If you want to get on one at a request stop Give a clear signal for it to stop And do not step into the road until it has stop-ped
Prepare-red by the Ministry Of Transport And Civil Avia-cion And the Central Office Of Informa-cion
C'est Toujours La Même Chanson
Composer(s): Roger Fernay - Jean Delettre
Performer(s): Lucienne Boyer
Les mots sont toujours les mêmes Je t'aime... Toujours... Et, chaque jour Chacun les lit à son tour
Les mots d'amour que nous nous disons C'est toujours la même chanson On les redit d'une autre façon C'est toujours la même chanson Pourtant, chaque soir, avec les mêmes mots Ton cur à mon cur chante un couplet nouveau Puis vient un refrain que nous connaissons C'est toujours la même chanson
Les mots sont toujours les mêmes Je t'aime... Toujours... Et, chaque jour Chacun les lit à son tour
Les mots d'amour que nous nous disons C'est toujours la même chanson On les redit d'une autre façon C'est toujours la même chanson Pourtant, chaque soir, avec les mêmes mots Ton cur à mon cur chante un couplet nouveau Puis vient un refrain que nous connaissons C'est toujours la même chanson
Freddie, Get Ready Composer(s): Ralph Blane; Harry Warren Performer(s): Doris Day
Bugs: (Spoken:) Freddie, time to get up, it's Easter Time to get up. Did you hear what I said? Freddie, I said time to get ready. F-r-e-d!!! (Sung:) Is there no way of getting that kid out of bed? (Bugs whistles)
Doris: Freddie, I gotta getcha up and dressed, up and dressed
Jack: Freddie, you gotta look your Sunday best, your Sunday best
Doris & Jack: Oh, Freddie, look in the Easter bunny's nest, the bunny's nest Get ready, I've got to get you up and dressed
Bugs: But, he doesn't hear a word I say There doesn't seem to be a way To get him up and dressed today
Doris: He heard the cock-a-doodle-doo Of ev'ry rooster on the clock-a-doodle-doo They're always wakin' up the stock-a-doodle-doo But Freddie doesn't bat an eye
Bugs: Wakin' up is such a terrible shock
Doris & Jack: A-doodle-doo He must be sleeping like a rock-a-doodle-doo I'm gonna give another knock-a-doodle-doo And try to make the feathers fly Put on your shirt, put on your pants You better get dressed, I'll give you one more chance Put on your shoes, put on your hat
Tweety: I tawt I taw a putty tat!
Birds: Come on Fred, get out of bed I know you heard what they said Hurry on, hurry on, hurry on, do Mister Trouble hasn't got a thing on you
Jack: Wash your hands and wash your face And part your hair the proper place
Doris: Wash wherever dirt appears And don't forget behind your ears
Bugs: Get your shirt and get your pants You haven't got another chance
Jack: Get your coat and get your hat And get your blue and white cravat
Doris: Brush your teeth and shine your shoes And hurry, there's no time to lose
Bugs: If you dawdle, I'm afraid You're gonna miss the big parade
