Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Mas Tequila Composer(s): Gary Glitter; Sammy Hagar; Mike Leander Originally performed by: Sammy Hagar Covered by: Full Tilt; Shane Volk
All right now, here we go ... Now we're gonna tell you a little story About the way we like to party - take ya on a trip! Hit it! That's right I'm goin' way down south where the big blue agave grow Takin' a weekend trip down to Baja, Mexico! Where you can drink the water, but don't ya eat the ice Take your vitamin "T" with salt 'n lemon slice ... I say One shot...Hey! Mas Tequila Two shots...Hey! que veneno Three shots...Arriba! Mas Tequila! Hey! Hey! She did a mean macarena to the funky cold medina Behind a body shot and three margaritas She'll drink it straight from the bottle, terra cotta jug From a boda bag coppin' a major buzz I say One shot...Hey! Mas Tequila Two shots...Hey! que veneno Three shots...Arriba! Mas Tequila! Hey! Hey! Uno mas, bartender...one more...mas tequila! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Yo can drink the water, but don't ya eat the ice Take your vitamin "T" with salt 'n lemon slice! I say One shot...Hey! Mas Tequila Two shots...Hey! que veneno Three shots...Arriba! Mas Tequila! Hey! Hey! One shot...Hey! more tequila! Two shots...Hey! que veneno! Three shots...Ay yi yi yi yi ... Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Mas Tequila! No mas, no mas ....
Old Brown Shoe Composer(s): George Harrison Performer(s): The Beatles; Gary Brooker; Dani; Marlowes; Stackridge; Leslie West
I want a love that's right Right is only half of what's wrong I want a short-haired girl Who sometimes wears it twice as long
Now I'm steppin' out this old brown shoe Baby I'm in love with you I'm so glad you came here, it won't be the same Now I'm telling you
Though you pick me up From where some try to drag me down And when I see your smile Replacing ev'ry thoughtless frown
So escaping from a zoo Baby I'm in love with you I'm so glad you came here, it won't be the same When I'm with you
If I'll grow up I'll be a singer Wearing rings on ev'ry finger Not worrying about what they or you'll say I'll live and love and maybe someday, who knows baby You may comfort me (hey!)
I may appear to be imperfect My love is something you can't reject I'm changing faster than the weather If you and me should get together who knows baby You may comfort me
I know my love is yours To miss that love is something I'd hate I'll make an early start I'm making sure that I'm not late
For your sweet lip I'm in the queue Baby I'm in love with you I'm so glad you came here, it won't be the same When I'm with you
I'm so glad you came here It won't be the same now when I'm with you
(Yeah yeah yeah) (Tu-la, tu-la-tu) (repeat and fade)
Mas Que Nada Composer(s): Loryn Deane Performer(s): Ella Fitzgerald
Oariá raiô Obá Obá Obá Mas que nada Sai da minha frente Eu quero passar Pois o samba está animado O que eu quero é sambar Este samba Que é misto de maracatu É samba de preto velho Samba de preto tu Mas que nada Um samba como esse tão legal Você não vai querer Que eu chegue no final
Old Bones Composer(s): John Hadley Performer(s): George Burns; and various other artists
Old bones inside an old raincoat Old bones inside of old shoes Old friends at the hotel Come by to wish me well And keep me up to date on all the old news
Sometimes I have an old whiskey And I fall asleep in my chair And I dream that I'm a man Much younger than I am I bet you'd think by now that I wouldn't care
But I love life, I'd like to do it again Though I might not be much more than I've ever been Just to have the chance to turn back the hands And let my life begin Oh yeah, I'd like to do it again
It's time for takin' it easy It's time for takin' it slow Old bones don't move so fast As they did once in the past Now if I have to run, I simply don't go
But I love life, I'd like to live it again Though I might not be much more than I've ever been Just to have the chance to turn back the hands And let my life begin Oh yeah, I'd like to do it again
Más De Una Vez Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Más de una vez me han echado a la calle por reír donde debo estar llorando por llorar donde debo estar riendo por callar donde debo estar hablando por hablar donde debo estar callado por hablar en voz baja de la fe por hablar en voz alta del amor
Más de una vez al año hago algo que no se puede hacer pateo una piedra, levanto polvo que da deseos de toser Me lleno entonces de optimismo algo solamente quiero hablar pero la piedra me cae encima y nunca puedo terminar
Más de una vez me han echado a la calle por no sentir respeto por las flores por derramar comida en los manteles por darle de mi alcohol a algunos niños por desnudar de prisa a mis mujeres Más de una vez no tengo diversión más de una vez no tengo invitación
Más de una vez al año hago algo que no se puede hacer pateo una piedra, levanto polvo que da deseos de toser Me lleno entonces de optimismo algo solamente quiero hablar pero la piedra me cae encima y nunca puedo terminar
Más de una vez me han echado a la calle por correr donde duermen los enfermos por fumar en los palcos del teatro por hacerle una mueca a mi maestro por llevar la cicuta en el bolsillo desde que iba al colegio con un perro desde que me rompían la cabeza por hablar demasiado del horror y decirle asesino a un pescador
Más de una vez al año hago algo que no se puede hacer pateo una piedra, levanto polvo que da deseos de toser Me lleno entonces de optimismo algo solamente quiero hablar pero la piedra me cae encima y nunca puedo terminar
Old Black Joe Composer(s): Stephen Foster Performer(s): Van Morrison; and various other artists
Gone are the days When my heart was young and gay Gone are toils Of the cotton fields away Gone to the fields Of a better land, I know I hear those gentle voices callin' me Old black Joe
I'm comin', I'm comin' Though my head is bendin' low I hear those gentle voices calling Old black Joe
I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home) Well, I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home) Though my head (my head, my head is bendin' low) I hear those gentle voices calling Old black Joe
Gone are the days When my heart was young and gay
Gone are the toils of the cotton fields, away Gone to the fields of a better land I know I hear those gentle voices calling Old black Joe
I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home) Oh, an' I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home) Well oh well, my head (my head) is bendin' low I hear those gentle voices calling Old black Joe
I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home) Oh, an' I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home) Can ya see my head (my head) is bendin' low I hear those gentle voices calling Old black Joe
Todo lo que se me ocurre es decirte que lo siento que no sé lo que me pasa que es ridículo todo esto que me muero de vergüenza que quisiera estar muy lejos para no ver esa calma resignada de tu gesto
Te deseo de tal forma y desde hace tanto tiempo que al tocarte con mis manos atravieso por un sueño que me traba la cabeza como un nudo, como un freno como un muro transparente que me impide amar tu cuerpo
Más que un deseo eres una obsesión un espejismo más allá del amor
Tantas veces he soñado el instante de este encuentro tantas veces me deshice ocupándote por dentro tantas veces he sentido la marea de tu sexo que esta vez que no es mentira me parece que no es cierto
No contento con el fracaso me permito aún el exceso de aburrirte hasta el hastío con mis tópicos pretextos Para qué tanta teoría si está claro como el fuego... Aquí estás, desnuda, abierta esperando y... despierto
Más que un deseo eres una obsesión un espejismo más allá del amor
Old Composer(s): Paul Simon Performer(s): Paul Simon
The first time I heard "Peggy Sue" I was 12 years old Russians up in rocket ships and the war was cold now many wars have come and gone Genocide still goes on Buddy Holly still goes on but his catalog was sold
First time I smoked guess what - paranoid First time I heard "Satisfaction" I was young and unemployed Down the decades every year Summer leaves and my birthday's here And all my friends stand up and cheer And say man you're old Getting old Old Getting old
We celebrate the birth of Jesus on Christmas day And Buddah found Nirvana along the Lotus Way About 1,500 years ago the messenger Mohammed spoke And his wisdome like a river flowed Through hills of gold Wisdom is old The Koran is old The Bible's Greatest story ever told
Disagreements? Work 'em out
The human race walked the Earth for 2.7 million And we estimate the universe about 13-14 billion When all these numbers tumble into your imagination Consider that the Lord was there beefore creation God is old We're not old God is old He made the mold
Yo te buscaré te cantaré desde la Tierra Tu me mostrarás un camino en las estrellas Hoy pude entender que para ver hay otros ojos Con el corazón se puede ver más allá de todo
Yo te buscaré te cantaré desde la Tierra Tu me enseñarás un camino en las estrellas
....quien, me dibuja un bozal para ponerle a mi cordero el cordero se quiere comer la única flor que hay en mi huerto...
Ol' McDonald Composer(s): Keith; Spence; Bergman Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
Ol' MacDonald had a farm, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo And on this farm there was a chick
the purdiest chick I know With a little curve here and a little curve there This chick she had curves everywhere Ol' MacDonald had a farm, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo
And, oh, this chick she had a walk, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo And how this walk would drive 'em wild, swingin' to and fro With a little wiggle here and a little wiggle there Man this chicks had wiggles to spare Ol' Macdonald had a farm, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo
When she went walkin' in the town, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo the local gentry popped their eyes, tarnation, what a show With a gol dang here and a gosh darn there Heaven's to Betsy, I do declare! Ol' Macdonald had a farm, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo
There was a barn dance saturday night, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo And the fellas came from miles around just to see her do-see-do With a promenade here and a promenade there At a square dance boy, this chick was no square Ol' Macdonald had a farm, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo
I used to be a travelin' man, eeeee-yi-ooo Until I hit MacDonald's place things were mighty slow With a little chick here and a little chick there I didn't have a real chick anywhere Ol' Macdonald had a farm, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo
This farmer's daughter knocked me out, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo (Ah -hah!) I asked Macdonald for her hand and Pappy hollered: "go" With a little curve here and a little curve there A goll dang here and a gosh darn there A do-see-do here and a promenade there Got my own private county fair That Ol' Macdonald had a farm, ee-yi-oo ii-ooooooo
Más Allá (Al Di La) Composer(s): Mogol; Donida; M. Molina; Montes Performer(s): Javier Solís
Más allá de lo bello y precioso estás tú Estás tú Más allá del sueño pretencioso estás tú Estás tú Más allá de la luna más bella y el temblar de una estrella estás tú más allá, estás tú amor, en mí estás más allá
Más allá del mar en lo profundo estás tú, Estás tú Más allá del límite del mundo estás tú, Estás tú Más allá de la vida infinita más allá de la muerte estás tú más allá, más allá del final
Estás tú Estás tú
Más allá de la luna más bella y el temblar de una estrella estás tú más allá, estás tú amor, en mí estás más allá
Estás tú Estás tú
Más allá de la vida infinita más allá de la muerte estás tú más allá, más allá del final
Más Allá Composer(s): I. Ballesteros; B. Silvetti Performer(s): Raphael
Más allá del fin del universo llegara nuestro amor Más allá del limite del tiempo, más allá del dolor Más allá del odio, la mentira, la verdad o el perdon Porque jamas habra un amor como este amor
Aunque dejara el mundo de girar Y las estrellas de mandar su luz Si en un instante se secara el mar Mi amor por ti jamas se acabara
Aunque dejara el mundo de girar Y se volviera gris el cielo azul Aunque de pronto se apagara el sol Mi amor por ti jamas terminara
Más allá del fin de nuestras vidas vivira nuestro amor Más allá, pues nuestras almas nunca se podran separar Más allá, continuaran unidas hasta la eternidad Porque otro amor como este amor no existira
Ol' 55 Composer(s): Tom Waits Performer(s): Tom Waits; and various other artists
Well my time went so quickly I went lickety-splickly out to my old '55 As I drove away slowly, feeling so holy God knows, I was feeling alive
Now the sun's coming up, I'm riding with Lady Luck freeway cars and trucks Stars beginning to fade, and I lead the parade Just a-wishing I'd stayed a little longer Oh, Lord, let me tell you that the feeling's getting stronger
And it's six in the morning, gave me no warning I had to be on my way Well there's trucks all a-passing me and the lights are all flashing I'm on my way home from your place
And now the sun's coming up, I'm riding with Lady Luck freeway cars and trucks Stars beginning to fade, and I lead the parade Just a-wishing I'd stayed a little longer Oh, Lord, let me tell you that the feeling's getting stronger
And my time went so quickly I went lickety-splickly out to my old '55 As I pulled away slowly, feeling so holy God knows, I was feeling alive
Now the sun's coming up, I'm riding with Lady Luck Freeway cars and trucks, freeway cars and trucks freeway cars and trucks...
Mary's Place Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen
I got seven pictures of Buddha The prophet's on my tongue Eleven angels of mercy Sighin' over that black hole in the sun My heart's dark but it's risin' I'm pullin' all the faith I can see From that black hole on the horizon I hear your voice calling me
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain Meet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a party Meet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a party Tell me how do we get this thing started Meet me at Mary's place
Familiar faces around me Laughter fills the air Your loving grace surrounds me Everybody's here Furniture's out on the front porch Music's up loud I dream of you in my arms I lose myself in the crowd
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain Meet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a party Meet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a party Tell me how do you live broken-hearted Meet me at Mary's place
I got a picture of you in my locket I keep it close to my heart A light shining in my breast Leading me through the dark Seven days, seven candles In my window light your way Your favorite record's on the turntable I drop the needle and pray Band's countin' out midnight Floor's rumblin' loud Singer's callin' up daylight And waitin' for that shout from the crowd Waitin' for that shout from the crowd Waitin' for that shout from the crowd Waitin' for that shout from the crowd Waitin' for that shout from the crowd Waitin' for that shout from the crowd
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
Meet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a party Meet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a party Tell me how do we get this thing started Meet me at Mary's place
Oklahoma Hills Composer(s): Jack Guthrie; Woody Guthrie Performer(s): Gene Autry
Many months have come and gone Since I wondered from my home In the Oklahoma hills where I was born Many page in life has turned Many lessons I have learned Yet I feel that in those hills I still belong
chorus Way down yonder in the indian nation I'd ride my pony on the reservation In the Oklahoma hills where I was born Way down yonder in the indian nation A cowboys life was my ocupation In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
As I'm standing here today I am many miles away From the place I rode my pony through the draw Where the oak and blackjack trees Kiss the playful prarie breeze In the Oklahoma hills where I was born chorus
As in life I turn a page To the land of the ole sage In the Oklahoma hills where I was born Where the black oil rolls and flows And the snow white cotton grows In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
Mary's Little Lamb Composer(s): Barry Mann; Cynthia Weil Performer(s): James Darren
Once I had a lion's heart, I was wild and free (sha la la-la) I swore no girl could tame me down
and make a pet of me (sha la la-la) "I'm rough and tough, I can't be caught" I used to say Then along came Mary and look at me today
Now I'm Mary's little lamb She leads me by the nose Now I'm Mary's little lamb Wherever she goes, I goes
Other guys all envied me before Mary's time (sha la la-la) Nobody dreamed that I'd end up a livin' nursery rhyme (sha la la-la) "Bring on the girls" I used to say, "I'm not impressed" Then along came Mary and you all know the rest
Now I'm Mary's little lamb She leads me by the nose Now I'm Mary's little lamb Wherever she goes, I goes
Yeah, I'm Mary's little lamb She leads me by the nose Now I'm Mary's little lamb Wherever she goes, I goes
Yeah, now I'm Mary's little lamb She leads me by the nose Yeah, I'm Mary's little lamb Wherever she goes, I goes
Oklahoma Composer(s): Richard Rodgers; Oscar Hammerstein
"Brand new state Brand new state, gonna treat you great! Gonna give you barley, carrots and pertaters Pasture fer the cattle Spinach and Termayters! Flowers on the prairie where the June bugs zoom Plen'y of air and plen'y of room Plen'y of room to swing a rope! Plen'y of heart and plen'y of hope! Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain And the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet When the wind comes right behind the rain Oklahoma, ev'ry night my honey lamb and I Sit alone and talk and watch a hawk makin' lazy circles in the sky We know we belong to the land And the land we belong to is grand! And when we say - Yeeow A-yip-i-o-ee ay! We're only sayin' You're doin' fine Oklahoma! Oklahoma - O.K."
Marylou Composer(s): Danyel Gérard; A. Pascal Performer(s): Danyel Gérard
Ouh, Maryline, Marylène, Marylou Y a tant d'amour sur le rose de tes joues Qu'au bout du cur on en garde des épines Ouh, Marylou, Marylène, Maryline
Ouh, Maryline, Marylène, Marylou Ton teint d'ivoire, tes cheveux d'acajou Tu mets ton cur derrière une vitrine Ouh, Marylou, Marylène, Maryline
Ouh, Maryline, Marylène, Marylou Dans tes saisons vers les fruits les plus doux Y a des pépins comme dans les mandarines Ouh, Marylou, Marylène, Maryline... Marylou
Tes sourires dents de lait Je n'suis pas une poupée Tes amours dents de loup Un amour de papier Ne sont pas éternels J'ai un cur, je t'aime Maryline, Marylou
Avec tes yeux de braise Je n'suis pas un jouet Et ton cur de velours Mais je pourrais t'aimer Tu t'enflammeras un jour Je n'serai jamais... ... un amour de passage, un vagabond' amour
Ouh, Maryline, Marylène, Marylou Tu sais jouer tes appâts, tes atouts Tu prends des poses comme dans les magazines Ouh, Marylou, Marylène, Maryline... Marylou
Ouh, Maryline, Marylène, Marylou Ton teint d'ivoire, tes cheveux d'acajou Tu mets ton cur derrière une vitrine Ouh, Marylou, Marylène, Maryline
Ouh, Maryline, Marylène, Marylou Dans tes saisons vers les fruits les plus doux Y a des pépins comme dans les mandarines Ouh, Marylou, Marylène, Maryline... Marylou
Okie From Muskogee Composer(s): Roy Edward Burris; Merle Haggard Performer(s): Merle Haggard; and various other artists
We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee We don't take no trips on LSD We don't burn no draft cards down on Main Street We like livin' right, and bein' free
I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee A place where even squares can have a ball We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all
We don't make a party out of lovin' We like holdin' hands and pitchin' woo We don't let our hair grow long and shaggy Like the hippies out in San Francisco do
And I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee A place where even squares can have a ball We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all
Leather boots are still in style for manly footwear Beads and Roman sandals won't be seen Football's still the roughest thing on campus And the kids here still respect the college dean
And I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee A place where even squares can have a ball We still wave Old Glory, down at the courthouse In Muskogee, Oklahoma, USA