Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Mi Amante Niña, Mi Compañera Composer(s): L. Flavio; J. Candia Performer(s): Raphael
Mi amiga, mi buena amiga Mi amante niña, mi compañera Quisiera contarle al mundo Lo que es tenerte la noche entera Y recorrer tus caminos Tu vientre fino Tu piel de seda Y el paisaje de tu pelo Sobre la almohada Y tu boca fresca Razón de mi vida y mi ser Toda mi alegría Molino en que gira mi ser Tu amor y mi vida El hijo de tus entrañas Tendrá tus ojos de primavera Y tu risa de campana Mi amante niña y mi compañera Si alguna vez te hago daño Te hiero en algo, mi compañera Perdóname como a un niño Que tiene celos, mi compañera A veces cuando despierto A velar tu sueño de niña buena Te robo en silencio un beso Mi amante niña, mi compañera Y pienso si no es pecado Ser tan dichoso y me da vergüenza Y entonces lloro en silencio Por lo que sufres, mi compañera Mi amiga, mi buena amiga Mi amante niña y mi compañera
Only For Americans Composer(s): Irving Berlin Performer(s): Ethel Griffies & Eddie Albert; The Andrews Sisters
Horace: Countess, you're my pal Hey, we gotta celebrate! Countess: What? Horace: Yeah, first to Montmartre! Then the Moulin Rouge! The Folies Bergere! Countess: Not at all.... Horace: Not Montmartre? Countess: No Horace: Not the Moulin Rouge? Countess: No Horace: Not the Folies Bergere? Countess: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no They are...
Only for Americans The midnight life in gay Paree The Frenchman he would never see It's only for Americans
The prices in the smart café The Frenchman he would never pay The price that's more is only for Americans from the U.S.A.
A Montmartre lady drops her hanky And slyly winks her eye That's only for the Yankee The Frenchman wouldn't buy
Only for Americans The Frenchmen on the boulevards Don't buy those dirty postal cards They're only for Americans
The little holes for peeping through To see what naughty people do The French would bore, they're only for Americans from the U.S.A.
Only for Americans The shops with many real antiques Antiques as old as seven weeks They're only for Americans
The bed on which a king made love Which there are sev'ral dozen of The French pooh pooh, we sell them to Americans from the U.S.A.
Those old Napoleon brandy labels That recently were made They're not for Frenchmen's tables They're for the Yankee trade
Only for Americans The Frenchman gets his kisses free But those for which there is a fee Are only for Americans
You'll find two prices on a dress One that is extremely less The price that's more is only for Americans from the U.S.A.
Only for Americans A Frenchman's food is very plain Those fancy sauces with ptomaine Are only for Americans
A Frenchman seldom eats the snails With little ulcers on their tails And all that cheese was made to please Americans from the U.S.A.
While the American carouses Where crimson shadows creep The French avoid those houses They go to bed to sleep
Only for Americans A Frenchman wouldn't be impressed To see a show with girls undressed That's only for Americans
The French don't go to naked shows They've seen what's underneath the clothes And each encore is only for Americans from the U.S.A.
Only for Americans The Frenchmen don't keep company With south of France society That's only for Americans
The Frenchman hasn't large amounts To pay for Barons, Dukes and Counts That you adore, they're only for Americans from the U.S.A.
We like to keep the good relations That nothing must upset We give you decorations That Frenchmen seldom get
Only for Americans Our finest art is in the Louvre The ones the experts don't approve Are only for Americans
We keep an artist by the gate To sign the paintings while you wait Before they're dry, they're purchased by Americans from the U.S.A.
But we can't do without them We're simply mad about them The Americans The Americans The Americans from the U.S.A.
Mexico Composer(s): Raymond Vincy; Francis Lopez Performer(s): Luis Mariano
On a chanté les Parisiennes Leurs petits nez et leurs chapeaux On a chanté les Madrilènes Qui vont aux arènes Pour le toréro On prétend que les Norvégiennes Fille du Nord, ont le sang chaud Et bien que les Américaines Soient les souveraines Du Monde Nouveau On oublie tout Sous le beau ciel de Mexico On devient fou Au son des rythmes tropicaux... Le seul désir qui vous entraîne Dès qu'on a quitté le bateau C'est de goûter une semaine L'aventure mexicaine Au soleil de Mexico...
{Refrain:} Mexico, Mexico... Sous ton soleil qui chante Le temps paraît trop court Pour goûter au bonheur de chaque jour Mexico, Mexico... Tes femmes sont ardentes Et tu seras toujours Le Paradis des curs Et de l'Amour
Une aventure mexicaine Sous le soleil de Mexico Ça dure à peine une semaine Mais quelle semaine Et quel crescendo... Le premier soir on se promène On danse un tendre boléro Puis le deuxième on se déchaine Plus rien ne vous freine On part au galop... On oublie tout Sous le beau ciel de Mexico On devient fou Au son des rythmes tropicaux... Si vous avez un jour la veine De pouvoir prendre le bateau Allez goûter une semaine A l'aventure mexicaine Au soleil de Mexico...
Only Fools And Horses Composer(s): John Sullivan Performer(s): John Sullivan
Opening Theme: Stick a pony in me pocket I'll fetch the suitcase from the van Cos if you want the best 'uns But you don't ask questions Then brother, I'm your man Cos where it all comes from is a mystery It's like the changin' of the seasons And the tides of the sea But here's the one that's drivin' me beserk Why do only fools and horses work? La-la-la La-lala-la La-la-la La-lala-la
Closing Theme: We've got some half price cracked ice and miles and miles of carpet tiles T.V.s, deep freeze and David Bowie L.P.'s Ball games, gold chains, whatsnames, pictures frames and leather goods And Trevor Francis track suits from a mush in Shepherds Bush Bush, bush, bush, bush, bush, bush, bush ... No income tax, no V.A.T. No money back, no guarantee Black or white, rich or poor We'll cut prices at a stroke...... God bless Hooky Street Viva Hooky Street Long live Hooky Street C'est magnifique, Hooky Street Magnifique, Hooky Street Hooky Street (to fade)
Mexico Composer(s): Grace Slick Performer(s): Jefferson Airplane
Owsley and Charlie, twins of the trade Come to the Poet's Room Talking about the problems of the leaf And yes, it'll be back soon
There used to be tons of gold and green Comin' up here from Mexico A donde esta la planta, mi amigo, del sol?
But Mexico is under the thumb Of a man we call Richard And he's come to call himself king But he's a small-headed man And he doesn't know a thing About how to deal for you
How to deal for you There are millions of you now I mean it's not as if you were alone There are brothers everywhere Just waiting for a toke on that gold And God knows how far it can go
But thanks Uncle Charlie For your Mexican smoke You're a legend Owsley For your righteous dope
There were a half a million people on the lawn And we sang to the faces in the dark How long must that damn race Wait for the jailer's time to end? How long must the Panther race Wait for the iron bars to bend? And no no no no no nobody waits
Only Believe Composer(s): Paul Rader Performer(s): Elvis Presley; Cedarmont Kids; Bishop Andrew Merrit
Lordy, only believe, only believe All things are possible If you'll only believe My Lordy, only believe, yes only believe All things are possible If you'll only believe
I met God one morning, my soul feeling bad Heart heavy laden I felt fire, doubt ahead Well He lifted all my burdens Yeh! right now I'm feeling glad All things are possible If you'll only believe
I believe, yeh! I believe All things are possible If you'll only believe
Mexico Composer(s): James Taylor Originally performed by: James Taylor
Way down here you need a reason to move Feel a fool running your stateside games Lose your load, leave your mind behind, Baby James
Oh, Mexico It sounds so simple I just got to go The sun's so hot I forgot to go home Guess I'll have to go now
"Americano" got the sleepy eye But his body's still shaking like a live wire Sleepy "Señorita" with the eyes on fire
Oh, Mexico It sounds so sweet with the sun sinking low Moon's so bright like to light up the night Make everything all right
Baby's hungry and the money's all gone The folks back home don't want to talk on the phone She gets a long letter, sends back a postcard; times are hard
Oh, down in Mexico I never really been so I don't really know Oh, Mexico I guess I'll have to go
Oh, Mexico I never really been but I'd sure like to go Oh, Mexico I guess I'll have to go now
Marin (Enfant Du Voyage)
(Adapted from: Seemann, Deine Heimat Ist Das Meer - 1960)
(English Versions: Sailor (Your Home Is the Sea) (by Lolita) - 1960; Sailor (by Petula Clark) - 1961)
Composer(s): Jean Broussole; Fini Busch; Werner Scharfenberger; David West
Performer(s): Petula Clark - 1960
Enfant du voyage Ton lit c'est la mer Ton toit les nuages Eté comme hiver Ta maison c'est l'océan Tes amis sont les étoiles Tu n'as qu'une fleur au cur Et c'est la rose des vents Ton amour est un bateau Qui te berce dans ses voiles Mais n'oublie pas pour autant Que l'on t'attend
Enfant du voyage Ton cur s'est offert Au vent, aux nuages Là-bas sur la mer Mais tu sais que dans un port Tremblant à chaque sirène Une fille aux cheveux d'or Perdue dans le vent du nord Une fille aux cheveux d'or Compte les jours et les semaines Et te garde son amour Pour ton retour
Only Because Of You Composer(s): Roger Hodgson Performer(s): Roger Hodgson
And so we sail towards the dawn Joining those who gently mourn for you It's only because of you Friends may come and friends may go The only friend I need to know is you It's only because of you Mighty castles, lonely kings Hear the ragged children sing it's you It's only because of you He who smiles at lofty schemes Stems the tide of broken dreams is you It's only because of you It's only because of you
And when the storms have died away Only truth will like to say it's you It's only because of you And when the darkness flies away Only love will shine to say it's true It's only because of you It's only because of you
Mexican Radio Composer(s): Charles T. Gray; Marc Moreland; Joe Nanini; Stan Ridgeway Originally performed by: Wall of Voodoo Covered by various other artists
I feel a hot wind on my shoulder And the touch of a world that is older I turn the switch and check the number I leave it on when in bed I slumber I hear the rhythms of the music I buy the product and never use it I hear the talking of the DJ Can't understand just what does he say?
I'm on a mexican radio I'm on a mexican radio
I dial it in and tune the station They talk about the U.S. inflation I understand just a little No comprende, it's a riddle
I'm on a mexican radio I'm on a mexican radio
I wish I was in Tijuana Eating barbequed iguana I'd take requests on the telephone I'm on a wavelength far from home I feel a hot wind on my shoulder I dial it in from south of the border I hear the talking of the DJ Can't understand just what does he say?
I'm on a mexican radio I'm on a mexican radio I'm on a mexican radio I'm on a mexican radio
If you said I could fly -- I'd believe you Without wondering why -- I'd believe you Oh, some secret that you got inside Is pullin' me along for a ride But everything's all right
Only because of love Would I surrender control Share my heart, bear my soul Only because of love Only because of love
If you said I'm a fool -- I'd believe you But I can tell you this fool is never ever Gonna leave you Oh, a power that is strong as steel A strength that anyone can feel Never let you go
Mexicali Rose Composer(s): Helen Stone; Jack Tenney Performer(s): Bing Crosby and various other artists
Mexicali Rose stop crying I'll come back to you some sunny day Every night you'll know that I'll be pining Every hour a year while I'm away Dry those big brown eyes and smile dear Banish all those tears and please don't sigh Kiss me once again and hold me Mexicali Rose, goodbye
Dry those big brown eyes and smile dear Banish all those tears and please don't sigh Kiss me once again and hold me Mexicali Rose, goodbye
Only An Ocean Away Composer(s): Per Andréason; Don Black Performer(s): Sarah Brightman
I see a shadow every day and night I walk a hundred streets of neon lights Only when I'm crying Can you hear me crying So many times you always wanted more Chasing illusions that you're longing for Wish I wasn't crying Can you hear me crying
There's an ocean between us You know where to find me You reach out and touch me I feel you in my own heart More than a lifetime Still goes on forever But it helps to remember You're only an ocean away
Was there a moment when I felt no pain I want to feel it in my life again Let it be over now Oh Oh over now 'Cause I remember all the days and nights We used to walk the streets of neon lights Oh I want you here with me Oh be here with me
There's an ocean between us You know where to find me You reach out and touch me I feel you in my own heart More than a lifetime Still goes on forever But it helps to remember You're only an ocean away
So many times you always wanted more Chasing illusions that you're longing for Wish I wasn't crying Can you hear me crying
There's an ocean between us You know where to find me Just reach out and touch me I feel you in my own heart More than a lifetime It seems like forever But I'll always remember You're only an ocean away
Meurtre À L'extincteur Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Pour éteindre le feu au cul de Marilou Un soir n'en pouvant plus de jalousie J'ai couru au couloir de l'hôtel décrocher de son clou L'extincteur d'incendie Brandissant le cylindre D'acier je frappe paf et Marilou se met à geindre De son crâne fendu s'échappe un sang vermeil Identique au rouge sanglant de l'appareil Elle a sur le lino Un dernier soubresaut Une ultime secousse J'appuie sur la manette Le corps de Marilou disparaît sous la mousse
Only After Dark Composer(s): Mick Ronson; S. Richardson Performer(s): Mick Ronson; The Human League
I-I-I-I-I.... feel my spirit fly Only After Dark (Aah-aaha-ah, Aah-aaha-ah) I use the wild reply Only After Dark (Aah-aaha-ah, Aah-aaha-ah) Bright spin the city lights Only After Dark (Aah-aaha-ah, Aah-aaha-ah) Run let them wander 'way Only After Dark, Ooohh (Aah-aaha-ah, Aah-aaha-ah)
Won't you dissapear Into midnight with me Why don't you come Why won't you come Why won't you fly, fly, fly with me..... Sweet elusive fate Will be our company
Aah-aaha-ah, Aah-aaha-ah Aah-aaha-ah, Aah-aaha-ah
Ring out the vamp in me Only After Dark (Aah-aaha-ah, Aah-aaha-ah) Moon sinful as can be Only After Dark (Aah-aaha-ah, Aah-aaha-ah) It's wrong to feel so free Only After Dark (Aah-aaha-ah, Aah-aaha-ah) Only you do it to me Only After Dark (Aah-aaha-ah, Aah-aaha-ah)
Won't you dissapear Into midnight with me Why don't you come Why won't you come Why won't you fly, fly, fly with me..... Sweet elusive fate Will be our company
Quem canta comigo Canta o meu refrão Meu melhor amigo É meu violão
Já chorei sentido De desilusão Hoje crescido Já não choro não Já brinquei de bola Já soltei balão Mas tive que fugir da escola Pra aprender essa lição
Quem canta comigo Canta o meu refrão Meu melhor amigo É meu violão
O refrão que eu faço É pra você saber Que eu não vou dar braço Pra ninguém torcer Deixa de feitiço Que eu não mudo não Pois eu sou sem compromisso Sem relógio e sem patrão
Quem canta comigo Canta o meu refrão Meu melhor amigo É meu violão
Eu nasci sem sorte Moro num barraco Mas meu santo é forte E o samba é meu fraco No meu samba eu digo O que é de coração Mas quem canta comigo Canta o meu refrão
Quem canta comigo Canta o meu refrão Meu melhor amigo É meu violão
Only A Woman's Heart Composer(s): Eleanor McEvoy Performer(s): Mary Black; and various other artists
My heart is low, My heart is so low As only a woman's heart can be As only a woman, as only a woman's As only a woman's heart can know
The tears that drip from my bewildered eyes Taste of bittersweet romance You're still in my hopes You're still on my mind oh And even though I manage on my own
My heart is low, My heart is so low As only a woman's heart can be As only a woman, only a woman's As only a woman's heart can know
When restless eyes reveal my troubled soul And memories flood my weary heart I mourn for my dreams I mourn for my wasted love And while I know that I'll survive alone
My heart is low, My heart is so low As only a woman's heart can be As only a woman, only a woman's As only a woman's heart can know
Meu Pião Composer(s): Ze do Norte; Tom Jobim Performer(s): Astrud Gilberto
O meu pião ele só roda com ponteira O meu pião ele só roda com ponteira A ponteirinha é rasteirinha pelo chão Ponteirinha é rasteirinha pelo chão O meu pião é feito de goiabeira Ele só roda com ponteira Na palma da minha mão Dança morena No meio desse salão Requebrando o corpo todo No ronco desse pião Dance na mão dance na mão Dance na mão dance na mão Meu pião
É peroba do campo É o nó da madeira Caingá candeia É matita pereira É madeira do vento Tombo na ribanceira É um mistério profundo É um queira ou não queira Queira queira ou não queira É um queira ou não queira queira
Only A Northern Song Composer(s): George Harrison Performer(s): The Beatles; Jamie Hoover; pHoaming Edison
If you're listening to this song You may think the chords are going wrong But they're not; we just wrote them like that When you're listening late at night You may think the band are not quite right But they are, they just play it like that It doesn't really matter what chords I play What words I say or time of day it is As it's only a Northern song It doesn't matter what clothes I wear Or how I fare or if my hair is brown When it's only a Northern song If you think the harmony Is a little dark and out of key You're correct, there's nobody here And I told you there's no one there
Meu Pequeno Cachoeiro Composer(s): Raúl Sampaio Performer(s): Roberto Carlos
Eu passo a vida recordando De tudo quanto aí deixei Cachoeiro, Cachoeiro Vim ao Rio de Janeiro Pra voltar e não voltei
Mas te confesso na saudade As dores que arranjei pra mim Pois todo o pranto destas mágoas Inda irei juntar às águas do teu Itapemirim
Meu pequeno cachoeiro Vivo só pensando em ti Ai que saudade dessas terras Entre as serras Doce terra onde eu nasci
Recordo a casa onde eu morava O muro alto, o laranjal Meu flamboyant na primavera Que bonito que ele era Dando sombra no quintal
A minha escola, minha rua Os meus primeiros madrigais Ai, como o pensamento voa Ao lembrar da terra boa Coisas que não voltam mais
Meu pequeno Cachoeiro (...)
Sabe, meu Cachoeiro, eu trouxe muita coisa de você E todas essas coisas me fizeram saber crescer E hoje eu me lembro de você Me lembro e me sinto criança outra vez
