Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Torture Never Stops Composer(s): Frank Zappa Performer(s): Frank Zappa
Flies all green and buzzin' in this dungeon of despair Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes and scratch their matted hair A tiny light, from a window hole a hundred yards away is all they ever gets to know about the regular light in the day
And it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin' and weepin' greenish drops In the room where the giant fire puffer works and the torture never stops
The torture never stops
Slime and rot, rats and snot and vomit on the floor Fifty yoogly soldiers, man holdin' spears by the iron door Knives and spikes, and guns and the likes of every tool of pain And a sinister midget, with a bucket and a mop where the blood goes down the drain
And it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin' and weepin' greenish drops. In the room where the giant fire puffer works and the torture never stops
The torture never stops The torture... the torture... The torture never stops
Flies all green and buzzin' in this dungeon of despair An evil prince eats a steaming pig in a chamber right near there He eats the snouts and the trotters first The loins and the groins is soon dispersed His carvin' style is well rehearsed He stands and shouts
All men be cursed! All men be cursed! All men be cursed! All men be cursed!
And disagree? Well, no one durst
He's the best, of course, of all the worst Some wrong been done, he done it first
And it stinks so bad, his bones been chokin' and weepin' greenish drops In the night of the iron sausage where the torture never stops
The torture never stops The torture... the torture... The torture never stops
Flies all green and buzzin' in this dungeon of despair Who are all those people that he's locked away down there? Are they crazy? Are they sainted? Are they zeroes someone painted?
And it's never been explained since it first it was created But a dungeon, like a sin requires not but lockin' in of everything that's ever been Look at her Look at him
That's what's the deal we're dealin' in That's what's the deal we're dealin' in That's what's the deal we're dealin' in That's what's the deal we're dealin' in
Come The Day Composer(s): Bruce Woodley Performer(s): The Seekers; Judith Durham
I know that one day soon a song shall rise You'll hear it with the sleep still in your eyes You'll waken to a brand new day Can you hear bells ringin' Voices singin' Far away?
A time when every man will be as one A time to reach right out and touch the sun Come the day Freedom's still a thought within your mind The fleeting thing that some may never find It may be still a million miles away Can you hear bells ringin' Voices singin' Far away?
A time to live without doubt or fear Welcome to the happy world that will be here Come the day The trumpets of war will cease to blow The sound I hope that we may never know We're waiting for the day Can you hear bells ringin' Voices singin' Far away?
Lift up your voices and sing this song Let the whole world hear it loud and strong Can you hear bells ringin' Voices singin' Far away?
Toreador Song Composer(s): Georges Bizet Performer(s): Escamillo and multiple other artists
Votre toast, je peux vous le rendre Senors, senors, car avec les soldats Oui, les toreros peuvent s'entendre Pour plaisirs, pour plaisirs ils ont les combats! Le cirque est plein, c'est jour de fête Le cirque est plein du haut en bas Les spectateurs, perdant la tete Les spectateurs s'interpellent a grand fracas!
Apostrophes, cris et tapage Pousses jusques a la fureur! Car c'est la fete du courage, C'est la fete des gens de coeuer! Allons! en garde! Allons! Allons! ah!
Toreador, en garde, Toreador, Toreador! Et songe bien, oui, songe en combattant Qu'un oeil noir te regarde Et que l'amour t'attend Toreador, L'amour t'attend!
Toreador, en garde, Toreador, Toreador! Et songe bien, oui, songe en combattant Qu'un oeil noir te regarde Et que l'amour t'attend Toreador, L'amour t'attend!
Tout d'un coup, on fait silence... Ah! que se passe-t-il? Plus de cris, c'est l'instant! Plus de cris, c'est l'instant! le taureau s'elance En bondissant hors du Toril! Il s'elance! Il entre Il frappe! un cheval roule Entrainant un Picador Ah! bravo! Toro! Hurle la foule! Le taureau va, il vient il vient et frappe encore!
En secouant ses banderilles Plein de fureur, il court! Le cirque est plein de sang! On se sauve, on franchit les grilles! C'et ton tour maintenant! allons! En garde! allons! allons! Ah!
Toreador, en garde, Toreador, Toreador! Et songe bien, oui, songe en combattant Qu'un oeil noir te regarde Et que l'amour t'attend Toreador, L'amour t'attend!
Toreador, en garde, Toreador, Toreador! Et songe bien, oui, songe en combattant Qu'un oeil noir te regarde Et que l'amour t'attend Toreador, L'amour t'attend!
Toreador, en garde, Toreador, Toreador! Et songe bien, oui, songe en combattant Qu'un oeil noir te regarde Et que l'amour t'attend Toreador, L'amour t'attend!
Robin Qui Boit Composer(s): Michel Saillard; Jean-Claude Cosson; Michel Héron Performer(s): Pit et Rik
Dans la forêt de Hollywood Comme un ver de terre Jean qui s'enterre, le roi Poltron Part aux champignons (Aux champignons!) Pour lui tailler un short en fer C'est de la rigolade Tout le monde est prêt pour l'embuscade On n'attend que toi (On n'attend que toi) Robin qui boit, qui boit, qui boit Dans les bars-tabac, tabac, tabac Robin qui boit, qui boit, qui boit Dégrise-toi! Que s'pastis? Robin qui boit, qui boit, qui boit Tu as claqué ta paye du mois Et l'embuscade, elle est pour toi!
Une p'tite dernière... pour la route et ralliez-vous à mon panaché! Robin qui boit, qui boit, qui boit Du Coquin, quina, quina Robin tu as la gueule de bois!
Derrière ses murs Le roi Biture a bouclé Mirabelle Sa ceinture de sobriété La prive de joie (Prive de joie!) N'entends-tu pas au fond du bois Ce corps qui t'appelle? Prends ton échelle, ta pioche, ta pelle et délivre-la (délivre-la!)
Robin qui boit, qui boit, qui boit Jamais de coca, coca, coca Jamais de soda, soda, soda Dégrise-toi! Que s'pastis? Robin qui boit, qui boit, qui boit Au lieu de l'avoir dans tes bras La Mirabelle, toi tu la bois!
Flute! Flute! Flute! Je pars à la champagne Et je dis pa ça pour me faire mousseux hé hé hé hé hé
Robin qui boit, qui boit, qui boit Du Coquin, quina, quina Robin, tu as la gueule de bois
Un chevalier nommé William s'est payé ta poire Vieillard magnaque, il a saoûlé ta pauvre mémé (Pauvre mémé!) Pour la venger, il faut te lever T'arracher du zinc Arrête un peu la ribouldingue Et va le taper (Va le taper!)
Robin qui boit, qui boit, qui boit Dans les bars-tabac, tabac, tabac Robin qui boit, qui boit, qui boit Dégrise-toi! Que s'pastis? Robin qui boit, qui boit, qui boit Tu ne fais plus régner ta loi La Poire William, toi tu la bois!
J'vous ai apporté du Bourbon... hic!
Robin qui boit, qui boit, qui boit Du Coquin, quina, quina Robin tu as la gueule de bois! La faute à qui La faute à quoi C'est la faute à Robin qui boit Robin qui boit, qui boit, qui boit Du Coquin, quina, quina Robin tu as la gueule de bois!
The Top Composer(s): Robert Smith Performer(s): The Cure
"I don't care" If only I could say that And not feel so sick and scared "I don't care" If only I could say that If only my eyes would close...
"It's Jesus brilliant" You used to laugh "Walking these gorgeous blocks... This top is the place Where nobody goes You just imagine You just imagine it all..."
Every day I lie here And know that it's true
All I really want is you
Please come back Please come back Like all the other ones do
Come Talk To Me Composer(s): Peter Gabriel Performer(s): Peter Gabriel; Jacob Moon
The wretched desert takes its form, the jackal proud and tight In search of you, I feel my way, through the slowest heaving night Whatever fear invents, I swear it make no sense I reach out through the border fence Come down, come talk to me
In the swirling, curling storm of desire unuttered words hold fast With reptile tongue, the lightning lashes towers built to last Darkness creeps in like a thief and offers no relief Why are you shaking like a leaf Come on, come talk to me
Ah please talk to me Won't you please talk to me We can unlock this misery Come on, come talk to me
I did not come to steal This all is so unreal Can't you show me how you feel now Come on, come talk to me Come talk to me, come talk to me
The earthly power sucks shadowed milk from sleepy tears undone From nippled skin as smooth as silk the bugles blown as one You lie there with your eyes half closed like there's no one there at all There's a tension pulling on your face Come on, come talk to me
Won't you please talk to me If you'd just talk to me Unblock this misery If you'd only talk to me
Don't you ever change your mind Now your future's so defined And you act so deaf and blind Come on, come talk to me Come talk to me, come talk to me
I can imagine the moment Breaking out through the silence All the things that we both might say And the heart it will not be denied 'Til we're both on the same damn side All the barriers blown away
I said please talk to me Won't you please come talk to me Just like it used to be Come on, come talk to me I did not come to steal This all is so unreal Can you show me how you feel now Come on, come talk to me Come talk to me, come talk to me
I said please talk to me If you'd just talk to me Unblock this misery If you'd only talk to me
Robin Hood Composer(s): Carl Sigman Performer(s): Dick James; and various other artists
Robin Hood, Robin Hood, riding through the glen Robin Hood, Robin Hood, with his band of men Feared by the bad, loved by the good Robin Hood, Robin Hood, Robin Hood
He called the greatest archers to a tavern on the green They vowed to help the people of the king They handled all the troubles on the English country scene And still found plenty of time to sing
Robin Hood, Robin Hood, riding through the glen Robin Hood, Robin Hood, with his band of men Feared by the bad, loved by the good Robin Hood, Robin Hood, Robin Hood
He came to Sherwood Forest with a feather in his cap A fighter never looking for a fight His bow was always ready, and he kept his arrows sharp He used them to fight for what was right
Robin Hood, Robin Hood, riding through the glen Robin Hood, Robin Hood, with his band of men Feared by the bad, loved by the good Robin Hood, Robin Hood, Robin Hood
With Friar Tuck and Little John they had a roguish look They did the deed the others wouldn't dare. He captured all the money that the evil sheriff took And rescued many a lady fair
Robin Hood, Robin Hood, riding through the glen Robin Hood, Robin Hood, with his band of men Feared by the bad, loved by the good Robin Hood, Robin Hood, Robin Hood
To cheating and corruption, he would never, never yield And danger was his breakfast ev'ry day The cobler in the hamlet and the farmer in the field Were always helping him get away
Robin Hood, Robin Hood, riding through the glen Robin Hood, Robin Hood, with his band of men Feared by the bad, loved by the good Robin Hood, Robin Hood, Robin Hood
He rode up to the palace and was cheered by ev'ryone His Lady Marian threw him a rose The King of England knighted him the Earl Of Huntingdon And that's the way that the legend goes
Robin Hood, Robin Hood, riding through the glen Robin Hood, Robin Hood, with his band of men Feared by the bad, loved by the good Robin Hood, Robin Hood, Robin Hood
The Tip Of My Fingers Composer(s): Bill Anderson First recording/First release by: Bill Anderson - 1960 Covered by multiple other artists
(I held you right on the tips of my fingers) I reached out my arms and I touched you With soft words I whispered your name I held you right on the tips of my fingers Ah, but that was as close as I came
My eyes had a vision of sweet lips Yielding beneath my command I had your love on the tips of my fingers But I let it slip right through my hands But I let it slip right through my hands
Somebody took you when I wasn't looking And I should have known from the start That it's a long, long way from the tips of my fingers To the love hidden deep in your heart To the love hidden deep in your heart
I had your love on the tips of my fingers But I let you slip right through my hands But I let you slip right through my hands
Come Take A Trip In My Airship Composer(s): Johnny Cash Performer(s): Johnny Cash
Come take a trip in my airship come take a trip round the stars Come take a sail around Venus come take a sail around Mars No one to watch while we're kissing no one to see while we spoon Come take a trip in my airship we'll visit the Man in the Moon
Robin Des Bois Composer(s): François Llenas; Francis Lopez Performer(s): Georges Guétary; Maurice Chevalier
C'était une fille adorable On l'appelait Marie-Suzon Elle avait un cur charitable Et des yeux couleur de chansons Un jour auprès d'un rivière Elle aperçu un beau garçon Et lui demanda sans manières Bel Etranger quel est ton nom?
On m'appelle Robin des Bois Je m'en vais par les champs et les bois Et je chante ma joie par dessus les toits
Je vous aime Marie-Suzon Le printemps nous prête le gazon Quand on aime il n'est besoin de maison Bel oiseau qui nous regarde gentiment Bel oiseau ferme les yeux c'est le moment
Car on m'appelle Robin des Bois Je m'en vais par les champs et les bois Et je chante ma joie par dessus les toits
En revenant vers son village L'esprit joyeux le cur léger Marie-Suzon sur son passage Son amie Jeanne a rencontré Jeanne aussi était amoureuse Car elle aimait le beau garçon Marie-Suzon un peu curieuse Lui demanda quel est son nom?
On l'appelle Robin des Bois Il s'en va par les champs et les bois Et il chante sa joie par dessus les toits
Mais tu pleures Marie-Suzon Si ton cur est pris par un garçon Dis le vite pour qu'on le jette en prison Bel oiseau je veux savoir quel est le nom De celui qui fait pleurer Marie-Suzon
On l'appelle Robin des Bois Il s'en va par les champs et les bois Il vous aime, mais il n'aime qu'une fois Mais il n'aime qu'une fois, mais il n'aime qu'une fois...
The Times They Are A-Changin' Composer(s): Bob Dylan First release by: Bob Dylan - 1964 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1965 - Les Temps Changent (Hugues Aufray) 1965 - Er Komen Andere Tijden (Boudewijn de Groot)
Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone If your time to you Is worth savin' Then you better start swimmin' Or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin'
Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who That it's namin' For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin'
Come senators, Congressmen Please heed the call Don't stand in the doorway Don't block up the hall For he that gets hurt Will be he who has stalled There's a battle outside And it is ragin' It'Il soon shake your windows And rattle your walls For the times they are a-changin'
Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land And don't criticize What you can't understand Your sons and your daughters Are beyond your command Your old road is Rapidly agin' Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand For the times they are a-changin'
The line it is drawn The curse it is cast The slow one now Will later be fast As the present now Will later be past The order is Rapidly fadin' And the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin'
Roberta Composer(s): Lepore; Naddeo Performer(s): Peppino Di Capri
lo sai non e' vero che non ti voglio più lo so non mi credi non hai fiducia in me Roberta ascoltami ritorna ancor ti prego con te ogni istante era felicità ma io non capivo non t'ho saputo amar Roberta, perdonami ritorna ancor vicino a me Roberta ascoltami ritorna ancor ti prego con te ogni istante era felicità ma io non capivo non t'ho saputo amar ascoltami, perdonami ritorna ancor vicino a me
Les Temps Changent ((Adapted from: The Times They Are A-Changin' (Bob Dylan) - 1964)) ((Dutch Version: Er Komen Andere Tijden (Boudewijn de Groot) - 1965)) Composer(s): Bob Dylan - Hugues Aufray - Pierre Delanoë Performer(s): Hugues Aufray - 1965
Où que vous soyez, accourez braves gens L'eau commence à monter, soyez plus clairvoyants Admettez que, bientôt, vous serez submergés Et que si vous valez la peine d'être sauvés Il est temps maintenant d'apprendre à nager Car le monde et les temps changent
Et vous, les gens de lettres dont la plume est d'or Ouvrez tout grands vos yeux car il est temps encore La roue de la fortune est en train de tourner Et nul ne sait encore où elle va s'arrêter Les perdants d'hier vont peut-être gagner Car le monde et les temps changent
Vous, les pères et les mères de tous les pays Ne critiquez plus car vous n'avez pas compris Vos enfants ne sont plus sous votre autorité Sur vos routes anciennes, les pavés sont usés Marchez sur les nouvelles ou bien restez cachés Car le monde et les temps changent
Messieurs les députés, écoutez maintenant N'encombrez plus le hall de propos dissonants Si vous n'avancez pas, vous serez dépassés Car les fenêtres craquent et les murs vont tomber C'est la grande bataille qui va se livrer Car le monde et les temps changent
Et le sort et les dés maintenant sont jetés Car le présent bientôt sera déjà passé Un peu plus chaque jour, l'ordre est bouleversé Ceux qui attendent encore vont bientôt arriver Les premiers d'aujourd'hui, demain, seront les derniers Car le monde et les temps changent
Robert Le Diable Composer(s): Louis Arragon; Jean Ferrat Performer(s): Jean Ferrat & Louis Arragon
Tu portais dans ta voix comme un chant de Nerval Quand tu parlais du sang jeune homme singulier Scandant la cruauté de tes vers réguliers Le rire des bouchers t'escortait dans les Halles Tu avais en ces jours ces accents de gageure Que j'entends retentir à travers les années Poète de vingt ans d'avance assassiné Et que vengeaient déjà le blasphème et l'injure
Je pense à toi Desnos qui partis de Compiègne Comme un soir en dormant tu nous en fis récit Accomplir jusqu'au bout ta propre prophétie Là-bas où le destin de notre siècle saigne
Debout sous un porche avec un cornet de frites Te voilà par mauvais temps près de Saint-Merry Dévisageant le monde avec effronterie De ton regard pareil à celui d'Amphitrite Enorme et palpitant d'une pâle buée Et le sol à ton pied comme au sein nu l'écume Se couvre de mégots de crachats de légumes Dans les pas de la pluie et des prostituées
Je pense à toi Desnos qui partis de Compiègne Comme un soir en dormant tu nous en fis récit Accomplir jusqu'au bout ta propre prophétie Là-bas où le destin de notre siècle saigne
Et c'est encore toi sans fin qui te promènes Berger des longs désirs et des songes brisés Sous les arbres obscurs dans les Champs-Elysées Jusqu'à l'épuisement de la nuit ton domaine O la Gare de l'Est et le premier croissant Le café noir qu'on prend près du percolateur Les journaux frais les boulevards pleins de senteur Les bouches du métro qui captent les passants
Je pense à toi Desnos qui partis de Compiègne Comme un soir en dormant tu nous en fis récit Accomplir jusqu'au bout ta propre prophétie Là-bas où le destin de notre siècle saigne
La ville un peu partout garde de ton passage Une ombre de couleur à ses frontons salis Et quand le jour se lève au Sacré-Coeur pâli Quand sur le Panthéon comme un équarissage Le crépuscule met ses lambeaux écorchés Quand le vent hurle aux loups dessous le Pont-au-Change Quand le soleil au Bois roule avec les oranges Quand la lune s'assied de clocher en clocher
Je pense à toi Desnos qui partis de Compiègne Comme un soir en dormant tu nous en fis récit Accomplir jusqu'au bout ta propre prophétie Là-bas où le destin de notre siècle saigne
Come Sinfonia
((French Version: Comme Une Symphonie (Dalida) - 1961))
Composer(s): Pino Donaggio
First release by: Pino Donaggio - 1961
Covered by multiple other artists
Io sogno d'esserti vicino e di baciarti e poi svanire in questo sogno irreale lassù sento gli angeli che cantano per noi dolcemente, dolcemente è un canto fatto di feliccità
Ascolto e ti vedo ancora più vicina la musica che sento è come sinfonia il coro degli angeli mi fa sognare ancora io vorrei, io vorrei che questo sogno fosse realtà
