Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Non Ne Lui Dis Pas ((Adapted from: The Mountain's High (Dick and Deedee) - 1961)) Composer(s): Dick St. John - Ralph Bernet - Danyel Gerard Performer(s): Les Chaussettes Noires - 1962
Yééééé... Ne lui dis pas Qu'il sera tout pour toi A ces mots là Tu vois, il n'y croit pas Non, ne lui dis rien Prends ma main Non, ne lui dis rien C'est très bien Oublie tes serments Dans ses bras C'est comme du printemps Tu verras La vie se rit des mots Quand l'amour frappe au carreau Quand l'amour, un jour survient Parler ne sert à rien Non, ne lui dis pas Ne lui dis pas Qu'il sera tout pour toi A ces mots là Tu vois, il n'y croit pas Un garçon viendra Pour t'enlacer Et tu le suivras Il le sait... Ne lui dis pas Qu'il sera tout pour toi A ces mots là Tu vois, il n'y croit pas... Ho, ho, ho, ho, hoooo Ho, ho, ho, ho, hoooo
Christine
Composer(s): Will Ferdy
First release by: Will Ferdy - 1966
Ik heb je weer ontmoet, Christine Na al die lange dagen Maar deed het ons wel goed, Christine Dat wij ons weder zagen
We hebben niets gezegd, Christine Alleen wat dwaze woorden Gezocht en onoprecht, Christine Die er niet bij behoorden
Ik heb je niet herkend, ging dan je fierheid wijken Je dierf me zelfs niet één moment in het gelaat te kijken Waar is dat licht nu heen dat eens je blik deed leven En waarom kan je mond alleen van bitterheid nog beven
Je hebt me niet gemist, Christine Heb je me voorgelogen Maar daar ik beter wist, Christine Heeft mij dat niet bewogen
Ook jij denkt aan die tijd, Christine Dat wij elkander zochten Die wondermooie tijd, Christine Die wij eens kennen mochten
Maar jij hebt steeds verwacht dat ik voor jou zou leven En daarbij heb je nooit gedacht iets van jezelf te geven Ik weet je voelt nu spijt en angst is je aan 't kwellen Omdat je in je eenzaamheid het zonder mij moet stellen
Wij hadden geen geluk, Christine Want onze liefdesbanden Ze sprongen schrijnend stuk, Christine We staan met lege handen
Maar nu is het te laat, Christine Ik kan niet herbeginnen Denk niet dat ik je haat, Christine Maar 'k ben te leeg vanbinnen
Red-Headed Stranger Composer(s): Edith Lindeman; Carl Stutz Performer(s): Willie Nelson; and various other artists
The red-headed stranger from Blue Rock, Montana Rode into town one day And under his knees was a ragin' black stallion And walkin' behind was a bay The red-headed stranger had eyes like the thunder And his lips, they were sad and tight His little lost love lay asleep on the hillside And his heart was heavy as night Don't cross him, don't boss him He's wild in his sorrow He's ridin' an' hidin his pain Don't fight him, don't spite him Just wait till tomorrow Maybe he'll ride on again
A yellow-haired lady leaned out of her window An' watched as he passed her way She drew back in fear at the sight of the stallion But cast greedy eyes on the bay But how could she know that this dancin' bay pony Meant more to him than life For this was the horse that his little lost darlin' Had ridden when she was his wife
Don't cross him, don't boss him He's wild in his sorrow He's ridin' an' hidin his pain Don't fight him, don't spite him Just wait till tomorrow Maybe he'll ride on again
The yellow-haired lady came down to the tavern An' looked up the stranger there He bought her a drink, an' he gave her some money He just didn't seem to care She followed him out as he saddled his stallion An' laughed as she grabbed at the bay He shot her so quick, they had no time to warn her She never heard anyone say
"Don't cross him, don't boss him "He's wild in his sorrow "He's ridin' an' hidin his pain "Don't fight him, don't spite him "Just wait till tomorrow "Maybe he'll ride on again"
The yellow-haired lady was buried at sunset The stranger went free, of course For you can't hang a man for killin' a woman Who's tryin' to steal your horse Tthis is the tale of the red headed stranger And if he should pass your way Stay out of the path of the ragin' black stallion And don't lay a hand on the bay
Don't cross him, don't boss him He's wild in his sorrow He's ridin' an' hidin his pain Don't fight him, don't spite him Just wait till tomorrow Maybe he'll ride on again
The Motorcycle Song Composer(s): Arlo Guthrie Performer(s): Arlo Guthrie
I don't want a pickle Just want to ride on my motorsickle And I don't want a tickle 'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle And I don't want to die Just want to ride on my motorcy... cle
It was late last night the other day I thought I'd go up and see Ray So l went up and I saw Ray There was only one thing Ray could say, was
I don't want a pickle Just want to ride on my motorsickle And I don't want a tickle 'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle And I don't want to die Just want to ride on my motorcy... cle
This song is about the time that I was ridin' my motorcycle Going down a mountain road, at 150 miles an hour, playin' my guitar On one side of the mountain road there was a mountain, and on the other side there was nothin' - there was a cliff in the air
Now, when you're going down a mountain road at 150 miles an hour you gotta be very careful, especially if you're playin' a guitar Especially if that guitar is an acoustic guitar Because if it's an acoustic guitar, the wind pressure is greater on the box side than on the neck side, because there's more guitar on the box side I wasn't payin' attention...
Luckily I didn't go into the mountain - I went over the cliff I was goin' at 150 miles an hour sideways and 500 feet down at the same time
I knew it was the end I looked down, I said ''Wow! Some trip" I thought it... well I knew it was... I knew it was my last trip, and in my last remaining seconds in world, I decided to write one last farewell song to the world
Put a new ink cartridge in my pen Took out a piece of paper I sat back and I thought awhile Then I started writin' I don't want a pickle Just want to ride on my motorsickle And I don't want a tickle 'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want to die Just want to ride on my motorcy... cle"
I knew that, it wasn't the best song l ever wrote, but I didn't have time to change it I was comin' down mighty fast
But as you all know, and as fate would have it, I didn't die I landed on the top of a police car And he died I drove away on the road that he was on I came into town at a screamin' 175 miles an hour, playin' the motorcycle song
I came into town, I jumped off my bike, the bike went around the corner by itself, went up on the stand by itself, turned itself off
I walked over to my friend He was standin' there eatin' pickles I said "Hi, what's happenin'?" He looked at me in the eye and said "Nothin'"
You gotta sing it with that kind of enthusiasm Like you just squashed a cop...
I don't want a pickle Just want to ride on my motorsickle And I don't want a tickle 'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle And I don't want to die Just want to ride on my motorcy... cle
Christiansen
Composer(s): Jacques Datin - Maurice Vidalin
Performer(s): France Gall
Il était venu de son pays de neige Tout droit vers le Sud, sans presque s'arrêter Mon Dieu que c'est loin, que c'est loin de la Norvège La Méditerranée
C'était ses yeux verts, et c'était sa guitare Qui avaient payé ce voyage de fou Quand il en jouait, en lui offrait à boire On lui donnait des sous
Christiansen Il savait quelques mots de mauvais français Christiansen Il savait quelques mots de mauvais anglais Et pourtant, je comprenais bien Même quand il ne disait rien Christiansen
Le jour où j'irai le rejoindre en Norvège Je reconnaîtrai cette maison d'Oslo Et ce vieux traîneau qu'il lançait sur la neige Comme on lance un bateau
Je reconnaîtrai la fameuse Christine Dont il me parlait pour me faire enrager Je ne l'aime pas cette jolie cousine Elle l'a trop aimé
Christiansen Il dormait sur la plage entre deux rochers Christiansen S'il mangeait quelques fois, c'est que j'y pensais Et pourtant, il était heureux, oui vraiment il était heureux Christiansen
Il est repartis vers son pays de neige Et la plage d'or où l'on s'est tant baignés A le sable gris, des plages de Norvège Il a tout emporté Pour me le redonner Quand je le reverrai
Redemption Song Composer(s): Bob Marley Performer(s): Bob Marley; and various other artists
Old pirates, yes, they rob I Sold I to the merchant ships Minutes after they took I From the bottomless pit But my hand was made strong By the 'and of the Almighty We forward in this generation Triumphantly Won't you help to sing These songs of freedom? 'Cause all I ever have Redemption songs Redemption songs
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery None but ourselves can free our minds Have no fear for atomic energy 'Cause none of them can stop the time How long shall they kill our prophets While we stand aside and look? Ooh! Some say it's just a part of it We've got to fullfil the book
Won't you help to sing These songs of freedom? 'Cause all I ever have Redemption songs Redemption songs Redemption songs
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery None but ourselves can free our mind Wo! Have no fear for atomic energy 'Cause none of them-a can-a stop-a the time How long shall they kill our prophets While we stand aside and look? Yes, some say it's just a part of it We've got to fullfil the book Won't you help to sing These songs of freedom? 'Cause all I ever had Redemption songs All I ever had Redemption songs These songs of freedom Songs of freedom
Motivator
Composer(s): Marc Bolan
Performer(s): Marc Bolan & T. Rex
I love the way you walk
Don't you know you're a cool motivator
Love the way you walk
Love the way you walk
I love the way your eye
It doth shine like an Egyptian ruby
Love the way it shines
Love the way it shines
Shine on
I love the clothes you wear
They're so mean they're so fine
Love the clothes you wear
Love the clothes you wear
I love the broken crown
The one you stole from the King
Love the broken crown
Love the broken crown
I love it
I love the golden cat
You know the one that you keep
In your bedroom
Love the golden cat
Love the golden cat
I love the velvet hat
You know the one that caused
A revolution
Love the velvet hat
Love the velvet hat
I love it
Ik denk niet dat 't ooit nog overgaat Want anders was ik je allang vergeten Wat 'r ook verder te gebeuren staat Ik zal wel altijd van je blijven weten En aan je moeten denken nu en dan Alleen om m'n geheugen op te frissen En zeker weten dat 't pijn doen kan Chrisje, ik zal je altijd blijven missen
Natuurlijk stelde 't maar weinig voor Zelfs wonderen moeten met de jaren rijpen Maar wie heeft als 'ie achttien is dat door Ik was te jong om zoiets te begrijpen M'n enige, m'n eerste grote vangst Hoewel ik nog maar nauwelijks kon vissen Je hebt me afgeholpen van m'n angst Chrisje, ik zal je altijd blijven missen
M'n enige, m'n eerste grote vangst Hoewel ik nog maar nauwelijks kon vissen Je hebt me afgeholpen van m'n angst Chrisje, ik zal je altijd blijven missen
De jaren maakten mettertijd verschil Ik heb m'n leven denk ik wel op orde De vrouw waarmee ik best graag leven wil En de dingen die ik toen nog wilde worden Maar desondanks blijft alles relatief Omdat ik nooit jouw spoor meer uit kan wissen Ik was pas achttien en ik vond je lief Chrisje ik zal je altijd blijven missen
Redemption Composer(s): Johnny Cash Performer(s): Johnny Cash; and various other artists
From the hands it came down From the side it came down From the feet it came down And ran to the ground Between heaven and hell A teardrop fell In the deep crimson dew The tree of life grew
And the blood gave life To the branches of the tree And the blood was the price That set the captives free And the numbers that came Through the fire and the flood Clung to the tree And were redeemed by the blood
From the tree streamed a light That started the fight 'Round the tree grew a vine On whose fruit I could dine My old friend Lucifer came Fought to keep me in chains But I saw through the tricks Of six-sixty-six
And the blood gave life To the branches of the tree And the blood was the price That set the captives free And the numbers that came Through the fire and the flood Clung to the tree And were redeemed by the blood
From his hands it came down From his side it came down From his feet it came down And ran to the ground And a small inner voice Said "You do have a choice" The vine engrafted me And I clung to the tree
The Most Expensive Statue In The World Composer(s): Irving Berlin Performer(s): Philip Bourneuf, Charles Dingle, Donald McClelland and Emile Renan
Citizens of New York, I greet you With the hundred thousand dollar check The money that my readers have contributed For the pedestal of the statue
Citizens of New York, I greet you With the news that soon our flag will be unfurled On the most expensive statue in the world On the most expensive statue in the world
When it's finally installed, tell us, what will it be called? When it's finally installed, tell us, what will it be called?
When we finally install it What's the diff'rence what we call it? It's the best that money can buy And will stand three hundred feet high And I understand before we're through the cost may not be known A hundred thousand dollars for the pedestal alone And our flag will soon be unfurled On the most expensive statue in the world On the most expensive statue in the world
When it finally is claimed, tell us, what will it be named? When it finally is claimed, tell us, what will it be named?
When at last we come to claim it What's the diff'rence what we name it? What's important is the expense What it means in dollars and cents From the French across the ocean it was sent to me and you And now I'd like to call upon and hear a word or two From our friend the French ambassador
Your honor, I speak not for my government, but my people For it is not my government, but my people who give this statue Creation of the genius of Bartholdi May it arise in your harbor and give the light of Liberty, equality, fraternity
Finally, when we install it, why don't we call it "Liberty"? "The Statue of Liberty"! "The Statue of Liberty"! And the most expensive statue in the world! And the most expensive statue in the world!
Dès cordes d'une guitare magique Un jour le rock est né Il a traversé l'Atlantique Et il m'a tout donné Ce soir c'est jour de paie Et on va s'éclater
Chouette la vie est drôle Chouette la vie est drôle Chouette la vie est drôle Chouette la vie est drôle En mettant dans le juke-box Un bon vieux rock'n'roll
Les filles dans le drugstore À chaque instant guettaient Les bagnoles américaines Où les gars frimaient En se payant des glaces coca Tout le monde dansait
Chouette la vie est drôle Chouette la vie est drôle Chouette la vie est drôle Chouette la vie est drôle En mettant dans le juke-box Un bon vieux rock'n'roll
Ouais quand le rock a marqué nos vies A tout jamais Pour moi c'était bien clair Je devais le chanter Durant ma vie entière Il ne m'a pas quitté
Il faut l'aimer en étant sincère Pour le mériter On est en vie comme un vrai rocker Pour l'éternité Ce soir c'est jour de paie Et on va s'éclater
Chouette la vie est drôle Chouette la vie est drôle Chouette la vie est drôle Chouette la vie est drôle En mettant dans le juke-box Un bon vieux rock'n'roll
Chouette la vie est drôle Chouette la vie est drôle Chouette la vie est drôle Chouette la vie est drôle En mettant dans le juke-box Un bon vieux rock'n'roll
Red, Red Wine Composer(s): Neil Diamond Performer(s): Neil Diamond
Red red wine go to my head make me forget that I still need her so Red red wine it's up to you all I can do, I've done but memories wont go No memories wont go
I'd have sworn that with time thoughts of you would leave my head I was wrong and I find just one thing makes me forget Red red wine stay close to me Don't let me be alone it's tearing apart my blue, blue heart
I'd have sworn that with time thoughts of you would leave my head I was wrong and I find just one thing makes me forget Red red wine stay close to me Don't let me be alone it's tearing apart my blue, blue heart
The Most Beguiling Eyes Composer(s): Stephen Fearing Performer(s): Clive Gregson & Christine Collister
You have the most beguiling eyes that I have ever seen They can catch me up and spin me and leave me in a dream Though the words you speak are truthful you know, you hurt me when you say that the time you spend with me is but a small part of your day
It seems that i'm the one that always comes a calling and I'm asking you away from other friends
but I'm waiting for the sounds of your step outside my door when the sun is setting low and the evening ends...
I have always thaught that the picture's what you make it and I've always believed that my actions were my own Tell me can you see that to give without recieving is bound to leave my heart like a piece of molten stone
Because it seems that I'm the one that always comes a-calling and I'm asking you away from other friends
But Im waiting for the sounds of your step outside my door when the sun is setting low and the evening ends...
Choro Bandido
Composer(s): Chico Buarque - Edú Lobo
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
and multiple other artists
Mesmo que os cantores sejam falsos como eu
Serão bonitas, não importa
São bonitas as canções
Mesmo miseráveis os poetas
Os seus versos serão bons
Mesmo porque as notas eram surdas
Quando um deus sonso e ladrão
Fez das tripas a primeira lira
Que animou todos os sons
E daí nasceram as baladas
E os arroubos de bandidos como eu
Cantando assim
Você nasceu para mim
Você nasceu para mim
Mesmo que você feche os ouvidos
E as janelas do vestido
Minha musa vai cair em tentação
Mesmo porque estou falando grego
Com sua imaginação
Mesmo que você fuja de mim
Por labirintos e alçapões
Saiba que os poetas como os cegos
Podem ver na escuridão
E eis que, menos sábios do que antes
Os seus lábios ofegantes
Hão de se entregar assim
Me leve até o fim
Me leve até o fim
Mesmo que os romances sejam falsos como o nosso
São bonitas, não importa
São bonitas as canções
Mesmo sendo errados os amantes
Seus amores serão bons
Red Red Rose Composer(s): David Mallett Performer(s): Emmylou Harris; David Mallett
You may wonder if you know me You may wonder if I care Or if I'll leave you sad and lonely Or if I'll always be right there
Well, there's no need for doubt now, darlin' 'Cause I have come to know This love of ours is no common flower You know this love is like a red, red rose
And you may wonder about this dreamer If she's all you thought she'd be And, oh, if anything but someday Ever comes from lovin' me
But hold me close and tell me darlin' That you have come to know This love I bring you is no common thing You know this love is like a red, red rose
When you're all caught up in sweet surrender Simple truth is sometimes hard to see Here between the tough times and the tender It all comes down to you and me
And you may see my heart of darkness I may stumble now and again But underneath this heart of darkness There's a heart that's lovin' you right till the end
So hold me close, come hold me, darlin' 'Cause I want you to know This love of ours is no common flower You know this love is like a red, red rose
This love of ours is no common flower You know this love is like a red, red rose
The Morning Side Of The Mountain Composer(s): Dick Manning - Larry Stock Performer(s): Tommy Edwards and multiple other artists
There was a girl, there was a boy If they had met they might have found a world of joy But she lived on the morning side of the mountain And he lived on the twilight side of the hill
They never met, they never kissed And they will never know what happiness they missed For she lived on the morning side of the mountain And he lived on the twilight side of the hill
For love's a rose that never grows Without the kiss of the morning dew And every Jack must have a Jill To know the thrill of a dream that comes true
And you and I are just like they For all we know our love is just a kiss away But you are on the morning side of the mountain And I am on the twilight side of the hill
For love's a rose that never grows Without the kiss of the morning dew And every Jack must have a Jill To know the thrill of a dream that comes true
And you and I are just like they For all we know our love is just a kiss away But you are on the morning side of the mountain And I am on the twilight side of the hill
Chopin
Composer(s): Jimmy Frey - Penny Els
Performer(s): Jimmy Frey
Heel zachtjes sluipt de nacht de dag voorbij Concerto van de dag vervaagd en zwijgt Een betoverende sonate van Chopin Verjaagt m'n eenzaamheid Heel zachtjes sluipt de nacht de dag voorbij Met beelden uit een lang vervlogen tijd Chopin vertolkt z'n angsten en z'n pijn En ik, ik wou dat jij bij mij kon zijn Geen woorden kunnen zeggen wat ik voel Want woorden zijn berekend en te koel Alleen Chopin begrijpt wat in mij leeft En die eindeloze leegte met me deelt Heel zachtjes klopt de nacht tot bij me aan M'n ogen worden zwaar M'n geest vertraagt En als Chopin me dan ook nog verlaat Laat ik je eindelijk gaan Heel zachtjes glijdt de wind aan mij voorbij Ik laat je terug gaan naar die andere tijd Zolang Chopin m'n pijn niet meer ophoudt Verlang ik niet dat jij naast mij ontwaakt
Red Wing Composer(s): Thurland Chattaway; Irving Mills Performer(s): Bob Wills; and various other artists
There once was an Indian maid a shy little prairie maid who sang all day a love song gay as through the fields she'd while the hours away She loved an Indian brave this shy little prairie maid and then one day he rode away to battle far away..
{Chorus} Oh the moon shines tonight on pretty Red Wing the breeze is sighing, the night birds crying For a far far away her brave is dying and Red Wings's crying her heart away
She watched for him day and night She kept all the campfires bright And under the sky Each night she would lie And dream about his coming by and by But when all the braves returned the heart of Red Wing yearned for far far away her warrior brave fell bravely in the fray
{chorus} Now the Moon shines tonight on pretty Red Wing the breeze is sighing, the night birds crying for a far'neath his star her brave is sleeping while Redwing's weeping her heart away
The Morning After (aka The Song from 'The Poseidon Adventure') Composer(s): Al Kasha - Joel Hirschhorn First performance: Renée Amand - 1972
There's got to be a morning after If we can hold on through the night We have a chance to find the sunshine Let's keep on looking for the light
Oh, can't you see the morning after It's waiting right outside the storm Why don't we cross the bridge together And find a place that's safe and warm
It's not too late, we should be giving Only with love can we climb It's not too late, not while we're living Let's put our hands out in time
There's got to be a morning after We're moving closer to the shore I know we'll be there by tomorrow And we'll escape the darkness We won't be searching anymore
There's got to be a morning after (There's got to be a morning after) There's got to be a morning after (There's got to be a morning after) There's got to be a morning after (There's got to be a morning after) There's got to be a morning after (There's got to be a morning after) There's got to...
