Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Midnight Avenue Performer(s): The Sutherland Brothers Band
In the midnight avenue That's when you think of what's to do Decide it's best to use more force But then it never works out of course
All the things you look upon Just to watch them till they're gone The ones you know you can't afford But still you try to buy with words In the midnight avenue
On a windswept open beach The kind that's always out of reach To meet an ocean where it ends The old eternal poet's friend
Make your peace with what you will Your life depends upon your skill In keeping lovers at your call And sharing each with one and all In the midnight avenue
If your spirit flies away And they tell you it's gone to stay Will you die and call it a day Or will you live a different way
When the crystals smash your brain Will you think of love, oh yeah Will you think of paradise Will you hope it turns out nice In the midnight avenue
Got a Chopin crazy black That took a sleigh ride, oh yeah Gone in the asteroid, oh yeah
All the things you've looked upon Just to watch them till they're gone The ones you know you can't afford But still you try to buy with words In the midnight avenue
Öppna Landskap English Title: Open Landscapes Composer(s): Ulf Lundell Performer(s): Ulf Lundell
Jag trivs bäst i öppna landskap,nära havet vill jag bo några månader om året, så att själen kan få ro Jag trivs bäst i öppna landskap, där vindarna får fart Där lärkorna slår högt i skyn, och sjunger underbart Där bränner jag mitt brännvin själv, och kryddar med Johannesört och dricker det med välbehag, till sill och hembakt vört Jag trivs bäst i öppna landskap, nära havet vill jag bo
Jag trivs bäst i fred och frihet, för både kropp och själ ingen kommer in i min närhet, som stänger in och stjäl Jag trivs bäst när dagen bräcker, och fälten fylls av ljus när tuppar gal på avstånd, när det är långt till närmsta hus Men ändå så pass nära, att en tyst och stilla natt när man sitter under stjärnorna, kan höra festens skratt Jag trivs bäst i fred och frihet, för både kropp och själ
Jag trivs bäst när havet svallar, och måsarna ger skri när stranden fylls med snäckskal, med havsmusik uti När det klara och det enkla, får råda som det vill när ja, är ja, och nej, är nej,och tvivlet tiger still Då binder jag en krans av löv, och lägger den runt närmaste sten där runor ristats för vår skull, nån gång för länge sen Jag trivs bäst när havet svallar, och måsarna ger skri
Opinion Publique Composer(s): Henri Contet; Marguerite Monnot Performer(s): Edith Piaf
Son histoire a commencé Par marcher derrière son dos Et rentrer dans les cafés En parlant à demi-mots Et, pendant qu'il buvait Son histoire s'en allait En laissant comme pourboire Des "on dit" sur les comptoirs...
On dit qu'il a... On dit qu'il est... On dit qu'il a fait... A fait ceci, a fait cela... Et qu'il a dit ça...
Les maisons de sa ville Ont les yeux de rideaux Blancs regards qui le filent Et se clouent dans son dos C'est la ronde assassine Qui l'étouffe et l'efface Met son cur en vitrine Et son nom sur la glace
On dit qu'il a... On dit qu'il est... On dit qu'il a fait... A fait ceci, a fait celà... Et qu'il a dit ça... Non! Il a dit ça? Oui, il a dit ça!
Et le monde l'a couché Dans le lit des malfaisants L'a bordé d'un débauché D'un tricheur, d'un impuissant Son histoire continue A parler dans les rues Lui fabrique une vie Qu'on affiche à la mairie...
On dit qu'il a... On dit qu'il est... On dit qu'il a fait... A fait ceci, a fait cela... Et qu'il a dit ça...
Un couteau de méfiance Est planté parce que On l'achève en silence Avec des "parce que" En quatre, on découpe On le pend sur la place On le brûle, on le coupe En morceaux de grimaces...
On dit qu'il a... On dit qu'il est... On dit qu'il a fait... A fait ceci, a fait cela Et qu'il a dit ça... Non! Il a dit ça? Oui, il a dit ça!
Mais c'est dur à supporter Un salaud préfabriqué Qu'on habille de votre peau Et qui porte vos chapeaux Un beau jour, il s'est mis Au milieu des "on dit" Sur la place du marché De sa ville endimanchée
On dit qu'il a... On dit qu'il est... On dit qu'il a fait... Il a crié: "Mais c'est pas vrai !" C'est pas vrai! C'est pas vrai !
Ils ont fait la pirouette Et, la main dans la main Leur esprit de girouette A changé de refrain Ils avaient un coupable Ils en font un mécène Le voilà formidable Mais les mots sont les mêmes
On dit qu'il a... On dit qu'il est... On dit qu'il a fait... A fait ceci, a fait cela... Et qu'il a dit ça... Non! Il a dit ça? Oui, il a dit ça! Il a dit ça, il a dit ça, il a dit ça Il a dit ça, il a dit ça, il a dit ça Il a dit ça... Oui, il a dit ça! Non!!! Oui!...
Midnight French Title: Reviens, Je T'Aime Composer(s): Johannes Bouwens Originally performed by: George Baker Covered by various other artists
I'm sittin' on the station Gar du Nord I'm waitin' for a train that never comes For me there is no future and no past I only think about the days we had
Waiting 'till midnight Waitin' for a time to see my baby Waitin' for a time to kiss my lady now
Waiting 'till midnight Waitin' for a time to kiss my honey Waitin' for a time to spend my money now
Revien, cherie, quand tu m'aimes I want to lead you in my loneliness The rain is fallin' and the leaves are fallin' down And so I wait to see you here around
Waiting 'till midnight Waitin' for a time to see my baby Waitin' for a time to kiss my lady now
Waiting 'till midnight Waitin' for a time to kiss my honey Waitin' for a time to spend my money now
Waiting 'till midnight Waitin' for a time to see my baby Waitin' for a time to kiss my lady now
Waiting 'till midnight Waitin' for a time to kiss my honey Waitin' for a time to spend my money
Waiting 'till midnight Waitin' for a time to see my baby Waitin' for a time to see my baby Waitin' for a time to kiss my lady now
Waiting 'till midnight Waitin' for a time to kiss my honey Waitin' for a time to spend my money now
Ophélie
Composer(s): J. Goldbird; C. Juwens; P. Loiseau Performer(s): Dave
Elle se croyait toute seule près de l'eau quand soudain je l'ai vu se pencher un peu trop Devinant qu'elle voulait noyer son chagrin je n'ai pu m'empêcher de lui crier de loin
Ophélie, Ophélie, moi je t'aime Ophélie, Ophélie, pense à moi Dire adieu à la vie serait une folie dit bonjour à l'amour sèche tes larmes, sèche tes larmes
Ophélie, Ophélie, moi je t'aime Ophélie, Ophélie, pense à moi Dire adieu à la vie serait une folie dit bonjour à l'amour sèche tes larmes, sèche tes larmes
Elle a essuyé les larmes de ses joues et soudain sur la Terre, il n'y avait que nous Que m'importe son prénom puisque aujourd'hui c'est toujours Ophélie qui fait chanter ma vie
Ophélie, Ophélie, moi je t'aime Ophélie, Ophélie, pense à moi Dire adieu à la vie serait une folie dit bonjour à l'amour sèche tes larmes, sèche tes larmes
Ophélie, Ophélie, moi je t'aime Ophélie, Ophélie, pense à moi Dire adieu à la vie serait une folie Ophélie, Ophélie, moi je t'aime
Am Ufer der Seine da spricht ein Mann ein ganz bezauberndes Mädchen an Midi Midinette so schön ist Paris Midi Midinette und du bist so süss Midi Midinette an Place Pigalle weiss ich ein Lokal für uns ideal Midi Midinette mein Herz ist noch frei Midi Midinette wie werds mit uns zwei Sei dich nicht gesehen dann muss ich gestehen Midi Midinette Paris ist so schön
Leise rauscht die Seine (chorus) auf den Fluss die Schwäne (chorus) Lauschen wie es singt und so zärtlich klingt je taime je taime je taime Alle jungen Pärchen (chorus) träumen bunte Märchen (chorus) Ein verliebtes Lied durch die Strassen zieht je taime je taime chéri
Midi Midinette mein Herz ist nog frei Midi Midinette wie werds mit ons zwei Sei dich nicht gesehen dann muss ich gestehen Midi Midinette Paris ist so schön Leise rauscht die Seine (chorus) auf den Fluss die Schwäne (chorus) Lauschen wie es singt und so zärtlich klingt je taime je taime je taime
Alle jungen Pärchen (chorus) träumen bunte Märchen (chorus) Ein verliebtes Lied durch die Strassen zieht je taime je taime chéri
Am Ufer der Seine da sprach ein Mann ein ganz bezauberndes Mädchen an (chorus)
White summer So far I have gone to see you again Hiding your face in the palm of your hands Finding solace in the words I do despise You snatch at every sound And even though you believe that I am shackled within death memories are tainted with paleness Crestfallen still Those eyes...empty like a barren well It was the only task I would undertake To reap the harvest that was mine The seed that had sprung into a florid meadow and left me helpless in your embrace The bond we never spoke of, once stark and enticing now slowly smoldering to dust The celestial touch, from grey to black A fathomless void enclosing Unwritten secrets beneath the cobwebs I can not endure And so I rose from my sleep The moon turned away its face Overture of the long, black night begins...something you said "Eerie circles upon the waters" Until now we have shared the same aura My ashes within your hands My breath in the sepulchral mound You know that your night is my day The final spark that blew life into me the Demon Of The Fall
Middle Of The Road Composer(s): Chrissie Hynde Performer(s): Pretenders and various other artists
In the middle of the road Is trying to find me I'm standing in the middle of life with my pains behind me
But, I got a smile For everyone I meet Long as you don't try dragging my bay Or dropping a bomb on the street
Come on baby Get in the road Come on now In the middle of the road, yeah
In the middle of the road You see the darnest things Like fat cats driving around in jeeps through the city Wearing big diamond rings and silk suits Past corrugated tin shacks holed up with kids and Man I don't mean a Hampstead nursery But when you own a big chunk of the bloody third world The babies just come with the scenery
Come on baby Get in the road Come on now In the middle of the road, yeah
One Two Three Four Five Six
In the middle of the road Is my private cul de sac I can't get from the cab to the curb Without some little jerk on my back Don't harass me kid Can't you tell I'm going home, I'm tired as hell I'm not the cat I used to be I've got a kid, I'm thirty-three baby Get in the road Come on now In the middle of the road
Nem assaz alhures e antanho Era um evento tamanho A sagração nupcial Vinha a noiva de gargantilha Caçoleta e rendilha Diadema e torçal
Mas se houvesse algum embaraço Dera a moça um mal passo Quanto horror e desdém Ela ia parar no convento Ia dormir ao relento Ou deitar nos trilhos do trem
Do pudor da noiva a bandeira Após a noite primeira Desfraldava-se ao sol A sua virtude escarlate Igual brasão de tomate Enobrecendo o lençol
Mas se não houvesse tal mancha É que outra mancha mais ancha Se ocultava por trás E o rapaz pagava o malogro Com a vendeta do sogro Ou com a malícia dos mortais
``Oh meu pai, oh meu pai, por favor Condenai o nosso amor De langor e luxúria! Mas poupai, oh meu pai Nosso filho Da fúria do Senhor!''
O guri nasceu apressado Nem um mês de casado Tinha quem o gerou Quando o pai caiu nos infernos Foi nos braços maternos Que ele se pendurou
Quando a mãe caiu na sarjeta Foi seguindo a opereta Na garupa do avô Quando o avô caiu do cavalo Foi chorar no intervalo E mais um ato começou
Palhaço, corista Trapézio, dançarina Maestro, cortina É fé na flauta e pé na pista
Middle Age Crazy Composer(s): Sonny Throckmorton Performer(s): Tom Jones and various other artists
Today he traded his '98 Oldsmobile He got a heck of a deal on a new Porsche car He isn't wearing his usual gray business suits He's got jeans and high boots with an embroidered star
'Cause today he's 40 years old, going on 20 But don't look for the gray in his hair 'Cause he ain't got any He's got a young thing beside him That just melts in his hands And he's middle aged crazy Trying to prove he still can
He's got a woman he's loved for a long, long time at home But the thrill is all gone, when they turn down the lights And today he's 40 years old, going on 20 And don't look for the gray in his hair 'Cause he ain't got any
And that young thing beside him, you know she understands He's just middle aged crazy Trying to prove he still can Yes, he's middle aged crazy Trying to prove he still can
Operator (That's Not The Way It Feels) Composer(s): Jim Croce Performer(s): Jim Croce; Rodney Crowell; Toby Lightman
Operator oh could you help me place this call You see the number on the matchbook is old and faded She's living in L.A. With my best old ex-friend Ray A guy she said she knew well and sometimes hated
Chorus:
Isn't that the way they say it goes But let's forget all that Give me the number if you can find it So I can call just to tell them I'm fine and to show I've overcome the blow I've learned to take it well I only wish my words could just convince myself That it just wasn't real But that's not the way it feels
Operator oh could you help me place this call Cause I can't read the number that you just gave me There's something in my eye's You know it happens every time I think about the love that I thought would save me
(Repeat Chorus)
Operator let's forget about this call There's no one there I really wanted to talk you Thank you for your time Oh you've been so much more than kind And you can keep the dime
Mickey's Monkey Composer(s): Lamont Dozier; Brian Holland; Eddie Holland Originally performed by: Smokey Robinson & The Miracles
All right, is everybody ready? All right, now here we go.. A-one a-two a-one-two-three
Lum-de-lum-de-la Lum-de-lum-de-la Oh.. All right.. Yeah..
Well this cat named Mickey came from out of town yeah He was spreadin' a new dance all around In just a matter of a few days yeah His dance became the new teenage craze now When the people see him dancin' they begin to sing To see this cat do that monkey thing now It's really something to see This cat named Mickey doin' that monkey Come on, let's do Mickey's Monkey children Yeah let's do Mickey's Monkey children
Lum-de-lum-de-la Oh, lum-de-lum-de-la
Lum-de-lum-de-la Lum-de-lum-de-la Oh..
Monkey see monkey do Come on you can do the monkey too Come on they're doin' Mickey's Monkey children Yeah they're doin' Mickey's Monkey children
Lum-de-lum-de-la Yeah Lum-de-lum-de-la Do the monkey Mickey's Monkey Oh do the Monkey Mickey's Monkey One more time Lum-de-lum-de-la ...
Categorie:Eng. Songs Tags:Smokey Robinson & The Miracles
Operator Composer(s): William Spivery Performer(s): The Manhattan Transfer
Operator, give me informationnnn Information, give me loooooooong distance Long distaaaance, give me heeeeaaaaaaaven...
(Two, three) Oh, operator, information Give me Jesus on the line Oooohhhh, operator, information I'd like to speak to a friend of mine
Oh, prayer is the number Faith is the exchange Heaven is the street And Jesus is his name Oh, operator, information Please give me Jesus on the line
Oooohhh, operatory information Tell me whyyyy, whooohhh yeah Operator, information Don't try to tell me What number to call My mother used this number When I was very small And every time she dialed it She always got a call Operator information Please, ah, give me Jesus on the liiiiinnne
Whoooa, Yeeeaah Operator, information Pleeeaaase hurry if you can Oh, operator, information Please connect me with the maaan Ohh, don't worry 'bout the money I will pay the charge Just get me up on the line I'm callin' from my heart Operator, information Please give me Jesus on the line
Pleeeaaaase, give me Jesus on the line Pleeeaaaase, give me Jesuson the liiiiiiiinnnneee
Operator Composer(s): Ron McKernan Performer(s): Grateful Dead
Operator, can you help me Help me if you please Give me the right area code And the number that I need My rider left upon the midnight flyer Singing like a summer breeze
I think she's somewhere down south Down about Baton Rouge But I just can't remember no number A number I can use Directory don't have it, Central done forgot it Got to find a number to use
Trying to check out her number Trying to run down her line Operator said that's privileged information And it ain't no business of mine It's flooding down in Texas, the poles are down in Utah Got to find a private line
She could be hanging round a steel mill Working in a house of blue light Riding a getaway bus out of Portland Talking to the night I don't know where she's going, I don't care where she's been Long as she's been doing it right Long as she's been doing it right
J'ai un Mickey Maousse Un gourdin dans sa housse Et quand tu le secousses Il mousse J'ai un Mickey Maousse Une espèce de pousse De bambou dans sa brousse Qui pousse
J'ai un Mickey Maousse Un gourdin dans sa housse Et quand tu le secousses Il mousse J'ai un Mickey Maousse De quatre pieds six pouces Qui fiche aux blondes aux rousses La frousse
J'ai un Mickey Maousse Un gourdin dans sa housse Et quand tu le secousses Il mousse J'ai un Mickey Maousse Une paire de pamplemousses En avant toutes et tous Je pousse
Joã Alegre: Telegrama Do Alabama Pro senhor Max Overseas Ai, meu Deus do céu Me sinto tão feliz
Teresinha: Chegou a confirmação Da United coisa e tal Que nos passa a concessão Para o náilon tropical
Max: Então nós vamos exportar Em São Paulo um fabricão
Teresinha: Depois vamos exportar Fio de náilon pro Japão
Max: Sei que o náilon tem valor Mas comça a me enjoar Tive idéia bem melhor Nós vamos ramificar
Teresinha: Já ramifiquei,ha ha Fiz acordo com a Shell Coca-Cola, RCA E vai ser sopa no mel
Coro: Que beleza Que riqueza Tá chovendo Da matriz Ai, meu Deus do céu Me sitno tão feliz
Max: Que tal juntarmos Esses capitais Pra abrir um banco Em Minas Gerais
Teresinha: Que brilhante idéia, meu amor Que plano original Com fundos no exterior Você fundar Um banco nacional
Capangas: E eu que já fui De Max: pobre marginal Sem documento E sem moral Hei de ser um bom profissional Vou ser quase um doutor Contínuo da senhora E do senhor Bancário ou contador
Coro: Que sucesso O progresso Corta o mal Pela raiz Ai, meu Deus do céu Me sinto tão feliz
Chaves: Irmão Nem começar eu sei Receio te inibir
Max: Tua vontade é lei É falar É mandar É exigir
Chaves: É que Num mundo tão cruel Cheio de inveja e fel Não lhe fará mal Ter à mão Proteção Policial Quer os meus préstimos?
Max: Eu acho ótimo
Barrabás: Serve um acólito? (auxiliar de Chaves)
Max: Também vou te empregar
Lúcia: Eu não Tenho com quem deixar Meu filho que já vem
Max: Barrabás é um par Exemplar Quer casar
Barrabás: E adoro neném
Coro: Maravilha Que família Dois pombinhos E um petiz Ai, meu Deus do céu Me sinto tão feliz
Vitória: Só tenho um único Breve reparo A tão preclaro Genro viril É o esquecimento Do sacramento Afinal Se casou Só no civil Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Só no civil Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Só no civil
Max: Mas nesse ínterim Mudei de crença Já peço a benção No santo altar
Vitória: Que maravilha Não perco a filha E um verão Bonitão Eu vou ganhar Ah ah ah Ah ah ah Eu vou ganhar Ah ah ah Ah ah ah Eu vou ganhar
Duran: Minha filha eu desejo pedir teu perdão
Teresinha: Oh, meu pai, isso é bom demais! Finalmente! Até que enfim!
Duran: Não sei como fui pra você tão durão Tão mandão, tão sem coração Tão malvado assim
Max: Meu sogro, o senhor não sabe Quanta alegria Me dá, ao dizer que já se juntou Aos nossos
Duran: Só Deus sabe há quanto tempo Eu tanto queria Poder apertar esses ossos
Coro: Que alegria Quem diria Como os grandes São gentis Ai, meu Deus do céu Me sinto tão feliz
Duran: Não quero ser Nas suas costas um fardo Porém, talvez Eu necessite um resguardo
Max: Tua intiuição Tão tradicional Vai ter um padrão Moderno Critão e ocidental
Funcionárias: Vamos participar De Duran: Dessa evolução Vamos todas entrar Na linha de produção Vamos abandonar O sexo artesanal Vamos todas amar Em escala industrial
Todos: O sol nasceu No mar de Copacabana Pra quem viveu Só de café e banana Tem gilete, Kibon Lanchonete, Neon Petróleo Cinemascope, sapólio Ban-lon Shampoo, tevê Cigarros longos e finos Blindex fumê Já tem Napalm e Kolinos Tem cassete e rai-ban Camionete e sedan Que sonho Corcel, Brasília, plutônio Shazam Que orgia Que energia Reina a paz No meu país Ai, meu Deus do céu Me sinto tão feliz
