Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Dove Andranno I Nostri Fiori ((aka Chi Mai Lo Sa (Gli Apostoli) - 1965)) ((Adapted from: Where Have All The Flowers Gone? (Pete Seeger) - 1960)) Composer(s): Pete Seeger - Daniele Pace Performer(s): Patty Pravo - 1966
Versions In Other Languages: 1962 - Que Sont Devenues Les Fleurs? (Dalida) 1962 - Sag Mir Wo Die Blumen Sind (Marlene Dietrich) 1963 - Waar Zijn Al De Bloemen Toch (Conny Vandenbos) 1963 - Hvor Er Som'rens Blomsterpragt (Katy Bødtger)
Dove andranno i nostri fiori chi mai può dire dove andranno i nostri fiori che mai lo sa
Una donna li rubò e al suo amore li donò qualcuno ascolterà e il mondo cambierà
Quella donna dove andò chi mai può dire quella donna dove andrà chi mai lo sa
Forse un giorno lei amò il ragazzo che baciò qualcuno ascolterà e il mondo cambierà
E il ragazzo dove andò chi mai può dire e il ragazzo dove andò chi mai lo sa
Alla guerra se ne andò sorridendo salutò qualcuno capirà ed il mondo cambierà
Quel soldato dove andò chi mai può dire quel ragazzo dove andò chi mai lo sa
Una pietra c'è laggiù c'è per chi non torna più qualcuno capirà ed il mondo cambierà
Dove andranno i nostri fiori chi mai può dire dove andranno i nostri fiori chi mai lo sa
un bambino li porto ad un uomo che non baciò e che non tornerà ma il mondo cambierà aaaaaaaaaaa
Country Comfort Composer(s): Elton John; Bernie Taupin First release by: Elton John - 1970 Covered by multiple other artists
Soon the pines will be falling everywhere Village children fight each other for a share And the 6:09 goes roaring past the creek Deacon Lee prepares his sermon for next week
I saw grandma yesterday down at the store Well she's really going fine for eighty four Well she asked me if sometime I'd fix her barn Poor old girl she needs a hand to run the farm
And it's good old country comfort in my bones Just the sweetest sound my ears have ever known Just an old-fashioned feeling fully-grown Country comfort's in a truck that's going home
Down at the well they've got a new machine The foreman says it cuts man-power by fifteen Yeah but that ain't natural well so old Clay would say You see he's a horse-drawn man until his dying day
Now the old fat goose is flying cross the sticks The hedgehog's done in clay between the bricks And the rocking chair's creaking on the porch Across the valley moves the herdsman with his torch
J'Ai Gardé L'Accent Composer(s): James Bernard; G. Bonheur Performer(s): Mireille Mathieu
Oui, j'ai gardé l'accent
qu'on attrape en naissant du côté de Marseille C'est l'ail du potager, l'huile de l'olivier, le raisin de la treille C'est le micocoulier où jouent les écoliers Qu'une cigale égaye
Quand la mer de Pagnol en retenant ses vagues S'endort en rêvassant Et rêve d'un marin qui lui passe la bague La mer à notre accent!
Quand le vent de Mistral décoiffe les marchandes Jouant au Tout Puissant Et qu'il nous fait le ciel plus bleu que la lavande Le vent à notre accent!
Oui, j'ai gardé l'accent qu'on attrape en naissant du côté de Marseille C'est le mas paternel, aux murs couleur de miel, aux tomates vermeilles C'est la tuile du toit, comme un peu de patois que le soir ensoleille
Quand la nuit de Daudet aux moulins met des voiles Qui tournent en crissant Et que ça grouille au ciel des millions d'étoiles La mer à notre accent!
Quand l'été de Giono revient en transhumance Et que les estivants, imitent en riant Le parler de Provence Le monde à notre accent!
Oui, j'ai gardé l'accent qu'on attrape en naissant du côté de Marseille C'est l'accent du clocher, la Noël des bergers dans la nuit des merveilles C'est l'orgueil provençal, la gloire de Mistral
Thirteen Composer(s): Glenn Danzig First release by: Johnny Cash - 1994 Covered by multiple other artists
Bad-luck wind been blowing on my back I was born to bring trouble wherever I'm at With a number 13 tatooed on my neck That ink starts to itch Black gon' turn to red I was born in the soul of misery and I Never had me a name They just gave me a number When I was young
Got a long line of heartache I carry it well List of lives I've broken Reach from here to hell And a bad-luck wind been blowin' on my back Pray you don't look, and pray I don't look back I was born in the soul of misery and I Never had me a name They just gave me a number When I was young
Found me with a preacher man confessin' all I done Catch me with the devil playing 21 And a bad-luck wind been blowin' on my back I was born to Bring trouble wherever I'm at I was born in the soul of misery and I Never had me a name They just gave me a number When I was young
Country Bumpkin Composer(s): Don Wayne Performer(s): Cal Smith
He walked into the bar and parked his lanky frame upon a tall barstool And with a long soft Southern drawl said "I'll just have a glass of anything that's cool" A barroom girl with hard and knowing eyes slowly looked him up and down And she thought "I wonder how on earth That country bumpkin found his way to town"
She said "Hello, country bumpkin" "How's the frost out on the pumpkin?" "I've seen some sights but, man, you're somethin'" "Where'd ya come from, country bumpkin?"
It was just a short year later in a bed of joy-filled tears yet death-like pain Into this wondrous world of many wonders one more wonder came That same woman's face was wrapped up In a raptured look of love and tenderness As she marveled at the soft and warm and cuddly boy-child feeding at her breast
And she said "Hello, country bumpkin" "Fresh as frost out on the pumpkin" "I've seen some sights but, babe, you're somethin'" "Mamma loves her country bumpkin"
Forty years of hard work later in a simple, quiet and peaceful country place The heavy hand of time had not erased The raptured wonder from the woman's face She was lying on her deathbed knowing fully well her race was nearly run But she softly smiled and looked into the sad eyes of her husband and her son
And she said "So long, country bumpkin" "The frost is gone now from on the pumpkin" "I've seen some sights and life's been somethin'" "See you later, country bumpkin"
She said "So long, country bumpkin" "The frost is gone now from on the pumpkin"
Le vent du midi s'abat en rafales Sur la vallée noire où les arbres ploient Leurs bras désolés fument des gitanes J'ai froid Une fois de plus tous les droits de l'homme Sont foulés aux pieds sont jetés à bas Les maîtres sanglés dans leurs uniformes J'ai froid
Une fois de plus la grande injustice La force imbécile triomphe du droit Quand la liberté tombe sa pelisse J'ai froid Encore une fois les lettres anonymes La bêtise épaisse en guise de loi La salve éclatant au milieu de l'hymne J'ai froid
Si la bête immonde sort de sa tanière Nous retrouverons le chemin des bois Mets dans ma valise un gros pull-over J'ai froid Dans tes yeux soudain ivres de colère La révolte éclaire un grand feu de bois Quand fera-t-il donc le tour de la terre J'ai froid
Quand fera-t-il donc le tour de la terre J'ai froid
Third World Composer(s): Arthur Kent - Roy C. Bennett Performer(s): Johnny & Jonie Mosby
The fool's in my world, the blind in your world They always say we're different and try to keep us apart Let's build a third world, our own kind of third world A place where all that matters will be the love in our hearts
Let's build a third world, a beautiful third world A world where all that counts is love We'll build a third world, a beautiful third world A world where all that counts is love
We meet in secret and kiss in shadow Why must we go on hiding our love so no one can see I dream that someday we'll walk in the sunshine And when our new tomorrow comes back the way it will be
We'll build a third world, a beautiful third world A world where all that counts is love We'll build a third world, a beautiful third world A world where all that counts is love
Country Boy (You Got Your Feet In L.A.) Composer(s): Dennis Lambert - Brian Potter Performer(s): Glen Campbell
Livin' in the city Ain't never been my idea of gettin' it on But the job demands that you make new plans Before your big chance is gone
You get a house in the hills You're payin' everyone's bills And they tell you that you're gonna go far But in the back of my mind I hear it time after time "Is that who you really are?"
Country boy, you got your feet in L.A. But your mind's on Tennessee Lookin' back, I can remember the time When I sang my songs for free Country boy, you got your feet in L.A. Take a look at everything you own But now and then, my heart keeps goin' home
Talkin' on the telephone Settin' up another day of people to meet You've gotta do what's right You've gotta spend the night Stayin' in touch with the street When you're surrounded by friends They say the fun never ends But I guess I'll never figure it out 'Cause in the back of my mind I hear it time after time "Is this what it's all about?"
Country boy, you got your feet in L.A. But your mind's on Tennessee Lookin' back, I can remember the time When I sang my songs for free Country boy, you got your feet in L.A. Take a look at everything you own But now and then, my heart keeps goin' home
Country boy, you got your feet in L.A. But your mind's on Tennessee Lookin' back, I can remember the time When I sang my songs for free Country boy, you got your feet in L.A. Take a look at everything you own But now and then, my heart keeps goin' home ...
J'Ai Eu Tort Composer(s): J. Albertini; J. Denjean Performer(s): Christophe
J'ai eu tort de ne pas croire en toi Surtout ne m'en veut pas Je ne t'oublierai pas J'ai eu tort de te jouer la comédie Je t'en supplie crois-moi Je te pleure aujourd'hui Je suis seul mais je suis incapable De promener ma vie Au long des heures qui courent Je suis seul mais je suis incapable De donner mon avis à ces gens qui m'entourent J'ai eu tort de te faire du cinéma De jouer le drôle de gars Qui n'a besoin de personne J'ai eu tort de te crier souvent Je t'en supplie va-t'en Je t'aimais bien pourtant Je suis seul mais je suis incapable De promener ma vie Au long des heures qui courent Je suis seul mais je suis incapable De donner mon avis à ces gens qui m'entourent J'ai eu tort de te faire mon numéro Je savais qu'avec toi il prendrait chaque fois J'ai eu tort de t'avoir fait pleurer Mais je le reconnais laisse moi regretter J'ai eu tort de te jouer la comédie Je t'en supplie crois-moi Je te pleure aujourd'hui J'ai eu tort de te faire mon numéro Je savais qu'avec toi il prendrait chaque fois J'ai eu tort de te jouer la comédie Je t'en supplie crois-moi je te pleure aujourd'hui...
Third Stone From The Sun Composer(s): Jimi Hendrix First release by: The Jimi Hendrix Experience - 1967 Covered by multiple other artists
Starfleet to scoutship, please give your position Over I'm in orbit around the third planet from the star called the sun Over You mean its the earth? Over Positive It is known to have some form of intelligent species Over I think we should take a look
Strange beautiful grass of green With your majestic silver seas Your mysterious mountains I wish to see closer May I land my kinky machine
Strange beautiful grass of green With your majestic silver seas Your mysterious mountains I wish to see closer May I land my kinky machine
Although your world wonders me With your majestic and superior cackling hen Your people I do not understand So to you I shall put an end And you'll Never hear Surf music again
Third Rate Romance Composer(s): Russell Smith First release by: Jesse Winchester - 1974 Covered by multiple other artists
Sittin' in a tiny table in a ritzy restaurant She was starin' at her coffee cup He was tryin' to keep his courage up By applyin' booze
And talk was small when they talked at all They both knew what they wanted There was no need to talk about it They were old enough to scope it out And keep it loose
She said, "You don't look like my type But I guess you'll do" Third rate romance Low rent rendezvous And he said, "I'll even tell you that I love you If you want me to" Third rate romance Low rent rendezvous
When they left the bar They got in his car And they drove away He drove to the family inn She didn't even have to pretend She didn't know what for
And he went to the desk And made his request While she waited outside Then he came back with the key She said, "Give it to me And I'll unlock the door"
She kept saying "I've never really done this kind of thing before, have you" Third rate romance Low rent rendezvous And he said, "Yes I have But only a time or two" Third rate romance Low rent redezvous Third rate romance Low rent rendezvous Third rate romance Low rent rendezvous
Country Boy Composer(s): Antoine "Fats" Domino; Dave Bartholomew Performer(s): Fats Domino
Have you heard the story, of a little country boy? He is always happy and full of joy Nothing in this world, that he's thinking of All he really cares for is the one he loves And the moon above Stars above Heaven above That is all he thinking of Now you heard my story, darling can't you see That little country boy, happens to be me
Have you heard the story, of the little country boy? He is always happy and full of joy Nothing in this world that he's thinking of All he really cares for is the one he love And the moon above Stars above Heaven above That is all he's thinking of Now you heard my story, darling can't you see That little country boy, happens to be me
J'Ai Épousé Une Ombre Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
Un jour comme aujourd'hui Ou les rues étaient sombre J'ai épousé une ombre Sans savoir qui elle était Du temps où je me battais Contre des ombres
Je l'ai vu sous la pluie Dans l'éclair de ma lame Ses yeux étaient de flamme Au matin de cette nuit J'ai dit tu seras ma femme Elle a dit oui
Ses silences, ses absences Sa défense, ma souffrance Ma lame je voudrais qu'elle entre Qu'elle entre Jusqu'à la gare dans le ventre Des hommes qu'elles regardent
Un jour sur cette terre J'ai épousé une ombre Une femme mystère Passagère et solitaire D'où vient-elle Et qui est-elle Mais qui est-elle
Une fille comme cette fille Met le soleil à l'ombre J'ai épousé une ombre Qui me suit et qui s'évade Prisonnière de nomades J'en suis malade
Ses silences, ses absences Sa défense, ma souffrance Je ne suis pas dans ses rêves Et j'en crève Je les hais et les poignarde Des hommes qu'elles regardent
Un jour sur cette terre J'ai épousé une ombre Une femme mystère Passagère et solitaire D'où vient-elle Et qui est-elle Mais qui est-elle
Country Baptizing Performer(s): Gram Parsons & the Fallen Angels
Travelling down a country road on a Sunday morning Saw a crowd gathered at the creek at a little country farm I thought that I'd go closer so I might see and hear Why they looked so happy there without a thing to fear
Was a good old country baptizing I was at that day They'd preach awhile and sing awhile then they'd all kneel down and pray God's spirit seemed to fill the air and every soul was clean at a good old country baptizing down at the creek
I heard an old and gentle voice say right at the end We're so glad to have you here Welcome down, my friends We've had a big revival, sir down to the wheat Now we're having a country baptizing down at the creek
Was a good old country baptizing I was at that day They'd preach awhile and sing awhile then they'd all kneel down and pray God's spirit seemed to fill the air and every soul was clean at a good old country baptizing down at the creek
Well among them happy I'll be Among that happy throng See them all go air their sins while they're at their own They seem to be saying with smiles on their face Some day when I move along to my resting place
Was a good old country baptizing I was at that day They'd preach awhile and sing awhile then they'd all kneel down and pray God's spirit seemed to fill the air and every soul was clean at a good old country baptizing down at the creek
Was a good old country baptizing I was at that day They'd preach awhile and sing awhile then they'd all kneel down and pray God's spirit seemed to fill the air and every soul was clean at a good old country baptizing down at the creek
Was a good old country baptizing I was at that day They'd preach awhile and sing awhile then they'd all kneel down and pray God's spirit seemed to fill the air and every soul was clean at a good old country baptizing down at the creek
Thinking Of You Performer(s): Edgar Broughton Band
When I first heard the news I was thinking of you And the words that were spoken Were bent and untrue
It was a seemingly tragic affair at the end And just when we all were about to pretend I saw through his eyes as the sentence he spoke He stood up his tongue was beginning to poke All the fun from your head to make you feel dead All the fun from your head to make you feel dead
But when I first heard the news I was thinking of you And the words that were spoken Were bent and untrue
And it came to them slowly I seem to recall Like the hate came to Hitler and the hope into Saul They were all walking sidewards as they came through the door As trivial as a tycoon in a travesty of law Like natural they come, thine kingdom thine come Like natural they come, thine kingdom thine come
So when I first heard the news I was thinking of you And the words that were spoken Were bent and untrue
As the lepers were leaving in grey limousines They were all dealing out their black barrister dreams But they never once noticed what hung on his heel Was a sign painted backwards and it said the word Real But never you fear there wasn't a tear No never you fear there wasn't a tear
Country Anthem Composer(s): Hoyt Axton Performer(s): Hoyt Axton
Do you really think you'd recognise him If he came walkin' up to you? If he came back again, they'd hit him in the head And nail him to the doorway of their lies An' they would not blame each other But another crazy brother An' salute the flag an' mother when he died And count the blood red silver in their minds And count the lives of children like their dimes An' what's a dime, one more time?
New release Mmm mmm mmm
I'd like to sing our country's anthem But I can't seem to make it ring Old Frank Keyes, the man who wrote it Obviously didn't sing
