Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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They Don't Care About Us Composer(s): Michael Jackson Performer(s): Michael Jackson
Skin head, dead head Everybody gone bad Situation, aggravation Everybody allegation In the suite, on the news Everybody dog food Bang bang, shot dead Everybody's gone mad
All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us
Beat me, hate me You can never break me Will me, thrill me You can never kill me Do me, Sue me Everybody do me Kick me, strike me Don't you black or white me
All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us
Tell me what has become of my life I have a wife and two children who love me I am the victim of police brutality, now I'm tired of bein' the victim of hate You're rapin' me of my pride Oh, for God's sake I look to heaven to fulfill its prophecy... Set me free
Skin head, dead head Everybody gone bad trepidation, speculation Everybody allegation In the suite, on the news Everybody dog food black man, black mail Throw your brother in jail
All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us
Tell me what has become of my rights Am I invisible because you ignore me? Your proclamation promised me free liberty, now I'm tired of bein' the victim of shame They're throwing me in a class with a bad name I can't believe this is the land from which I came You know I do really hate to say it The government don't wanna see But if Roosevelt was livin' He wouldn't let this be, no, no
Skin head, dead head Everybody gone bad Situation, speculation Everybody litigation Beat me, bash me You can never trash me Hit me, kick me You can never get me
All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us
Some things in life they just don't wanna see But if Martin Luther was livin' He wouldn't let this be
Skin head, dead head Everybody gone bad Situation, segregation Everybody allegation In the suite, on the news Everybody dog food Kick me, strike me Don't you wrong or right me
All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us
J'Ai Besoin De Ton Amour Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Aime-moi comme je t'aime Sans détour et sans problème Du plus profond de moi-même J'ai besoin de ton amour Aime-moi comme on respire Avec des mots simples à dire Pour le meilleur et pour le pire J'ai besoin de ton amour Donne-moi la force immense De croire en des jours de chance Et de peindre d'espérance Les lendemains de ma vie Pour chasser de moi l'angoisse Oublier le temps qui passe Laissant de terribles traces Dans les coeurs inassouvis
Aime-moi pour que je fonde Sur nos joies les plus profondes Le plus grand bonheur du monde J'ai besoin de ton amour Aime-moi que je m'enivre D'une joie qui me délivre De la peur que j'ai de vivre J'ai besoin de ton amour J'ai besoin de ta tendresse De tes mots de tes caresses Pour dissiper la détresse Qui m'oppresse nuit et jour Besoin que tu me consoles Quand je pleure et me désole Que ma tête devient folle J'ai besoin de ton amour
They Didn't Believe Me Composer(s): Herbert Reynolds - Jerome Kern First performance by: Julia Sanderson and Donald Brian - 1914 Covered by multiple other artists
(he) Got the cutest little way Like to watch you all the day And it certainly seems fine Just to think that you'll be mine When I see your pretty smile Makes the living worth the while So I've got to run around Telling people what I've found
Refrain
(Boy) And when I told them how beautiful you are They didn't believe me They didn't believe me! Your lips, your eyes, your cheeks, your hair Are in a class beyond compare You're the loviest girl that one could see! And when I tell them And I cert'nly am goin' to tell them That I'm the man whose wife one day you'll be They'll never believe me They'll never believe me That from this great big world you've chosen me!
(she) Don't know how it happened quite May have been the summer night May have been, well, who can say Things just happen any way All I know is I said "yes!" Hesitating more or less And you kissed me where I stood Just like any fellow would
Refrain
(Girl) And when I told them how wonderful you are They didn't believe me They didn't believe me! Your lips, your eyes, your curly hair Are in a class beyond compare You're the lovliest thing that one could see! And when I tell them And I cert'nly am goin' to tell them That I'm the girl whose boy one day you'll be They'll never believe me They'll never believe me That from this great big world you've chosen me!
Couleurs Vous Êtes Des Larmes Composer(s): Guy Béart Performer(s): Guy Béart
Dors mon enfant c'est déjà l'heure Ça ne sert à rien que tu pleures Dans tes yeux couleur d'arc-en-ciel Il y a des larmes de sel Couleurs vous êtes des larmes Couleurs vous êtes des pleurs
Elle est en couleur mon histoire Il était blanc elle était noire La foule est grise grise alors Il y aura peut-être un mort Couleurs vous êtes des larmes Couleurs vous êtes des pleurs
Il lui a donné des cerises Et noire sa main les a prises Et rouge sa bouche a mordu Il y a demain un pendu Couleurs vous êtes des larmes Couleurs vous êtes des pleurs
Voici des fleurs toutes bien faites De la rose à la violette Le bouquet qu'il lui a offert Etait bleu rouge jaune et vert Couleurs vous êtes des larmes Couleurs vous êtes des pleurs
Ils ont couru jusqu'au rivage Ils riaient de tout leur visage Ils se sont baignés dans la mer Il y aura des revolvers
La mer est bleue pour tout le monde Pour les peaux brunes et les peaux blondes Quand l'homme s'y baigne en passant Il y a des gouttes de sang Couleurs vous êtes des larmes Couleurs vous êtes des pleurs
Ce sang qui coule jusqu'à terre Mon enfant ferme tes paupières Pourvu que tu ne saches rien Ce sang qui coule c'est le tien Couleurs vous êtes des larmes Couleurs vous êtes des pleurs
Les larmes sont partout pareilles Sèche tes yeux qui s'ensommeillent Dors mon enfant ne pleure pas Tu ne sais pas encore pourquoi Couleurs vous êtes des larmes Couleurs vous êtes des pleurs
Je n'ai jamais connu mon père On dit que ma mère non plus Aussi j'ai grandi sans manière Sans que personne ne m'ait reconnu Enfant je fauchais aux étalages Ce que ma mère ne pouvait m'acheter Il faut bien manger à tout âge J'ai appris alors à tricher
A quinze ans au marché au puces J'ai reçu un grand choc au coeur Une fille qu'avait seize ans au plus Et balancée comme le bonheur Je la guettais au coin de la rue Rien que pour la regarder passer Elle avait une mine ingénue J'ai appris alors à rêver
Un jour fatigué de la suivre Je lui ai parlé simplement En ce cas-là ce qui arrive Est arrivé évidemment On s'est fait des milliers de promesses Se jurant de toujours s'aimer Et quand j'ai cueilli sa jeunesse J'ai appris alors à chanter
Mais elle est partie sans rien dire Un matin je ne sais pourquoi Je suis resté là à sourire Dieu que l'on est bête parfois Jour après jour, heure après heure J'ai appris ce qu'était pleurer Et comme son souvenir demeure Faut que j'apprenne à oublier
Couleur Menthe À L'eau Composer(s): Eddy Mitchell; Pierre Papadiamandis Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
Elle était maquillée Comme une star de ciné Accoudée au Juke box la la la la Elle revait qu'elle posait Juste pour un bout d'essai À la century fox la la la la Elle semblait bien dans sa peau Ses yeux couleur menthe à l'eau Cherchaient du regard un spot Le dieu projecteur Et moi je n'en pouvais plus Bien sur elle ne m'a pas vu Perdue dans sa megalo Moi j'etais de trop
Elle marchait comme un chat Qui méprise sa proie Ou frolant le flipper La chanson qui couvrait Tous les mots qu'elle mimait Semblait briser son cur Elle en faisait un peu trop La fille yeux aux couleur menthe à l'eau Holywood est dans sa tête Tout'seule elle répéte Son entrée dans un studio Décor couleur menthe à l'eau Perdue dans sa megalo Moi je suis de trop
Mais un type est entré Et le charme est tombé Arretant le flipper Ses yeux noirs ont lancé De l'agressivité Sur le pauvre juke box La fille aux yeux couleur menthe à l'eau A rangé sa megalo Et s'est soumise aux yeux noirs Couleur de trottoir Et moi je n'en pouvais plus Elle n'en a jamais rien su Ma plus jolie des mythos Couleur menthe à l'eau
Jah Jah Hear My Plea Composer(s): Euvin Spencer Performer(s): Don Carlos
Ooh ooh ooh I know, I know Ooh ooh My heart is filled with grief when I remember Ooh ooh How they've taken our poor parents from their homeland Oh yes Shipped to every corner of this earth Boy Bound in chatters (?) and chains, like they're beasts Yes
The (?) stands with many strikes by the master Boy If they should ever not do just what they're told Jah jah It really grieves my heart to see It's pure brutality Ah, oh yes
Ooh, ooh When ever I recall my history It breaks my heart to see How they've treated our poor parents in the days of slavery Ah ooh Ah ooh
Slavery and brutality, that's all they give me Ooh That's all they give me Jah, I know Ooh, I know
My heart is filled with grief when I remember Ooh ooh How they've taken our poor parents from their homeland Jah jah Shipped to every corner of this earth Ooh ooh Bound in chatters (?) and chains, like they're beasts Jah
The (?) stands with many strikes by the master Ooh ooh If they should ever not do just what they're told Jah jah It really grieves my heart to see It's pure brutality Ah ooh Jah jah
My heart is filled with grief when I remember Jah jah How they've taken our poor parents from their homeland Boys Shipped to every corner of this earth Bound in chatters (?) and chains like they're beasts
I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know Ooh ooh Jah jah
They Can't Take That Away From Me ((Dutch Version: Dat Nemen Ze Me Nooit Meer Af (Robert Long) - 1997)) Composer(s): George Gershwin - Ira Gershwin First performance by: Fred Astaire - 1937 Covered by multiple other artists
Our romance won't end on a sorrowful note Though by tomorrow you're gone The song is ended, but as the songwriter wrote The melody lingers on They may take you from me, I'll miss your fond caress But though they take you from me, I'll still possess
The way you wear your hat The way your sip your tea The memory of all that No, no, they can't take that away from me
The way your smile just beams The way you sing off key The way you haunt my dreams No, no, they can't take that away from me
We may never, never meet again On the bumpy road to love Still, I'll always, always keep the memory of
The way you hold your knife The way we danced till three The way you changed my life No, no, they can't take that away from me No, they can't take that away from me
W e may never, never meet again On the bumpy road to love Still, I'll always, always keep the memory of
The way you hold your knife The way we danced till three The way you changed my life No, no, they can't take that away from me No, they can't take that away from me Can't take that away Can't take that away from me
Couleur Café Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg First release by: Serge Gainsbourg - 1964 Covered by multiple other artists
J'aime ta couleur café Tes cheveux café Ta gorge café J'aime quand pourmoi tu danses Alors j'entends murmurer Tous tes bracelets Jolis bracelets A tes pieds ils se balancent
Couleur café Que j'aime ta couleur café
C'est quand même fou l'effet L'effet que ça fait De te voir rouler Ainsi des yeux et des hanches Si tu fais comme le café Rien qu'à m'énerver Rien qu'à m'exciter Ce soir la nuit sera blanche
Couleur café Que j'aime ta couleur café
L'amour sans philosopher C'est comme le café Très vite passé Mais que veux-tu que j'y fasse On en a marre de café Et c'est terminé Pour tout oublier On attend que ça se tasse
Jag Vill Vara Din Margareta Composer(s): J.E. Karlzon Performer(s): Sten & Stanley
Ingen vet, det jag vet, en hemlighet Någon som jag tycker om har gjort mig het Kan jag hjälpa att jag känner det så här?
Och den blick som jag fick, den sa mig allt Det jag vill, kan jag nog få, tusenfalt Å, nu börjar jag förstå att jag är kär
Ref. Jag vill vara din, Margareta Bara vara din, ska Du veta Stå där vid din dörr, kär som aldrig förr Men vågar inte ringa Pulsarna dom bränner så heta känner Du som jag, Margareta Blickarna Du gav, gav Du dom som svar eller ej?
Och jag går hem igen med din bukett Det jag vill säga dig är inte lätt Kan inte hjälpa att jag känner det så här
They Cant Black Out The Moon Performer(s): Harry Roy & Helen Clare
When we go strolling in the park at night All the darkness is a boon Who cares if were without a light They cant black out the moon
I see you smiling in the cigarette glow Though the picture fades too soon But I see all I want to know They cant black out the moon
We dont grumble, we dont worry about a lot Oh, when will you stumble, you stumble into my arms And when you kiss me, dont you realise That my hearts like a big balloon And like the lovelight in your eyes They cant black out the moon
Couldn't Stand The Weather Composer(s): Stevie Ray Vaughan Performer(s): Stevie Ray Vaughan
Runnin' through this business of life Rarely time if I'm needed to Ain't so funny when things ain't feelin' right Then daddy's hand helps to see me through Sweet as sugar, love won't wash away Rain or shine, it's always here to stay All these years you and I've spent together All this, we just couldn't stand the weather
Like a train that stops at every station We all deal with trials and tribulations Fear hangs the fellow that ties up his years Entangled in yellow and cries all his tears Changes come before we can grow Learn to see them before we're too old Don't just take me for tryin' to be heavy Understand, it's time to get ready for the storm
Jag Vill Att Du Skall Bli Lycklig English Title: I Want You To Be Happy Composer(s): Agnetha Fältskog Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog
Sommarkväll, junikväll Himlens stjärnor lyser Alla mänskor sover Stan har gått till ro Här står vi, du och jag Men mitt hjärta fryser Du har mött en annan Du ska lämna mej
Jag vill att du ska bli lycklig Jag hoppas att hon älskar dej som jag gör Vår tid tillsammans blev för kort Men tiden står nu aldrig still Jag vill att du ska bli lycklig Och hoppas hon kan ge dej det du saknat Vårt liv blev inte som vi tänkt Min kärlek räckte inte till
Jag står här nära dej Förstår du hur jag känner? Klockan är visst mycket Stan är all för tyst Sommarkväll, junikväll Mina ögon bränner Snart ska du försvinna Bort ifrån mitt liv
Men tiden står nu aldrig still Jag vill att du ska bli lycklig Och hoppas hon kan ge dej det du saknat Vårt liv blev inte som vi tänkt Min kärlek räckte inte till
Jag står här nära dej Förstår du hur jag känner? Klockan är visst mycket Stan är all för tyst Sommarkväll, junikväll
They Called It The Dixie Blues Composer(s): Jack Strouse
Ragtime Joe with his old banjo Wanted to compose Sent for Sloan and his saxophone Said "listen to me, Mose We'll write a song about the South And before we're through We'll steal those Southern melodies like all the composers do" And it wasn't very long before they had a Southern song
Ragtime Joe said now listen, Moe Let's sail o'er the sea We'll look 'round and we may jot down a foreign melody" They went to Belgium, England, France, searched to beat the band They couldn't find tunes that compared With those down in Dixieland Then they said "I guess we'll stop, there's nothing here for us to cop"
They took a little bit of Old Black Joe to start off their refrain kept strummin', kept strummin' that old familiar strain and they took a little bit of Swanee River and looked around until they found Massa's in the cold, cold ground and then they took four bars of My Old Kentucky Home Those Southern tunes they tried hard to confuse they couldn't lose away down South in the land of cotton there was nothing they'd forgotten When it was done and rolled into one they called it the Dixie Blues
Couldn't Get It Right Composer(s): Colin F.R. Cooper; John William Cuffley; Peter John Haycock; Derek John Holt; Frederick J. Jones First release by: Climax Blues Band - 1976
Time was drifting, this rock had got to roll So I hit the road and made my getaway Restless feeling, really got a hold I started searching for a better way
But I kept on looking for a sign In the middle of the night But I couldn't see the light No I couldn't see the light I kept on looking for a way To take me through the night I couldn't get it right I couldn't get it right
L.A. fever made me feel alright But I must admit it got the best of me Getting down, so deep I could have drowned Now, I can't get back the way I used to be
But I kept on looking for a sign In the middle of the night But I couldn't see the light No I couldn't see the light I kept on looking for a way To take me through the night I couldn't get it right I couldn't get it right
New York City took me with the tide And I nearly died from hospitality Left me stranded, took away my pride Just another no account fatality
But I kept on looking for a sign In the middle of the night But I couldn't see the light No I couldn't see the light I kept on looking for a way To take me through the night I couldn't get it right I couldn't get it right
Jag Var Sa Kär Composer(s): Agnetha Fältskog Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog
Säg, kan du förlåta Mina hårda ord när jag gick? Det jag sa kunde låta Som om du aldrig tillbaka mig fick Jag trodde jag var kär I den vännen som jag svek dig för
Men nu först förstår jag Att det var ett misstag av mig För det är du, bara du Som framför mig står Vartän jag går
En gång, för länge sedan Var jag din och allt var så bra En gång, var jag lycklig Det var då jag tillhörde dig Men nu så går jag ensam På de platser, de där vi var, vi två
Och nu först förstår jag Att det var ett misstag av mig För det är du, bara du Som framför mig står Vartän jag går
Ja, nu först förstår jag Att det var ett misstag av mig För det är du, bara du Som framför mig står Vartän jag går Vartän jag går
Could You Please Oblige Us With A Bren Gun? Composer(s): Noel Coward Performer(s): Noel Coward
Colonel Montmorency who was in Calcutta in ninety-two Emerged from his retirement for the War He wasn't very pleased with all he heard and all he saw But whatever he felt, he tightened his belt and organised a Corps
Poor Colonel Montmorency thought considering all the wars he'd faught The Home Guard was his job to do or die But after days and weeks and years, bravely drying his many tears He wrote the following letter to the Minister of Supply
Couls you please oblige us with a Bren gun? Or failing that, a hand grenade will do We've got some ammunition, in a rather damp condition And Major Huss has a arquebus that was used at Waterloo
With the Vicar's stirrup pump, a pitchfork and a stave It's rather hard to guard an aerodrome So if you can't oblige us with a Bren gun The Home Guard might as well go home
Could you please oblige us with a Bren gun? We're getting awfully tired of drawing lots Today we had a shipment of some curious equipment And just for a prank, they sent us a tank that ties itself in knots
On Sunday's mock invasion, Captain Clark was heard to say He hadn't even got a brush and comb So if you can't oblige us with a Bren gun The Home Guard might as well go home
Colonel Montmorency planned, in case the enemy tried to land To drive them back with skill and armoured force He realised his army should be mechanised, of course But somewhere inside, experience cried "My Kingdom for a horse"
Poor Colonel Montmorency tried, at infinite cost to time and pride To tackle his superiors again Having just one motorbike, fourteen swords and a marlin spike He wrote the following letter in the following urgent strain
Could you please oblige us with a Bren gun? We need it very badly, I'm afraid Our local crossword solver has an excellent revolver But during a short attack on a fort, the trigger got mislaid
In course of operations planned for Friday afternoon Our orders are to storm the Hippodrome So if you can't oblige us with a Bren gun The Home Guard might as well go home
Could you please oblige us with a Bren gun? The lack of one is wounding to our pride Last night we found the cutest, little German parachutist He looked at our kit and giggled a bit, and laughed until he cried
We'll have to hide that armoured car when marching through Berlin We'd almost be ashamed of it in Rome So if you can't oblige us with a Bren gun The Home Guard might as well go home
