Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Samotna i zla Jakbys z planety byla zimnej Tak to dlugo trwa ze nikt nigdy nie znal ciebie innej Daleka jak sen Wciaz nie dostrzegasz spraw i ludzi A gdzies czeka ten który kiedys wreszcie cie obudzi
Tak dobrze cie znam ... Chyba nawet lepiej niz ty siebie Jestem taki sam ... Wciaz widze setki plam na niebie Nieufnosc to mgla Co przynosi tylko cisze Jak klatka ze szkla Nie pozwala nam sie slyszec
Tacy sami, a sciana miedzy nami ... Tacy sami Tacy sami, a sciana miedzy nami ... Tacy sami
I nie mów mi, nie ze czasem takze zycie sie oplaca Sama dobrze wiesz ze co dzien tracisz cos, co juz nie wraca Samotnosc to pies Co kasa tak bez uprzedzenia Ja wiem jak to jest ... Znam to przeciez, znam, az do znudzenia
Tacy sami, a sciana miedzy nami ... Tacy sami Tacy sami, a sciana miedzy nami ... Tacy sami
Tacy sami Tacy sami Tacy sami Tacy sami
Tacy sami, a sciana miedzy nami ... Tacy sami Tacy sami, a sciana miedzy nami ... Tacy sami
Tacy sami, a sciana miedzy nami ... Tacy sami Tacy sami, a sciana miedzy nami ... Tacy sami
Gimme Gimme Good Lovin' Composer(s): Ritchie Cordell; Joey Levine Performer(s): Crazy Elephant; and various other artists
From Atlanta, Georgia to the Gulf Stream water To California I'm gonna spend my life both night and day Say gimme, gimme good lovin' every night
Hey you know it's alright child Gimme, gimme good lovin' make it alright Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha To the girls in Frisco to the girls in New York To the girls in Texican you gotta understand That baby I'm your man I say gimme, gimme good lovin' every night Yeh you know it's alright now Gimme, gimme good lovin' make it alright Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Tacos, Enchiladas And Beans Composer(s): Mel Tormé - Robert Wells Performer(s): Doris Day; Ray McKinley; Buck Pizzarelli
From the snow-capped mountains to the coral shores You're the only one my heart adores You've only got three competitors Tacos, enchiladas and beans
From the Mississippi to the Amazon There's not much we don't agree upon Wish we could get together on Tacos, enchiladas and beans
Love 'em, dozens of 'em I consume them by the score And when I'm through, what do I do I stamp and holler for more
You can have the fourth position on my list Must admit your kisses would be missed But how in the world could I exist Without tacos, enchiladas and beans
From the snow-capped mountains to the coral shores You're the only one my heart adores You've only got three competitors Tacos, enchiladas and beans
From the Mississippi to the Amazon There's not much we don't agree upon Wish we could get together on Tacos, enchiladas and beans
Love 'em, dozens of 'em I consume them by the score And when I'm through, what do I do I stamp and holler for more
You can have the fourth position on my list Must admit your kisses would be missed But how in the world could I exist Without tacos, enchiladas and beans
Morir Cantando
(Adapted from: Mourir Sur Scène - 1983)
(English & Italian Versions: Born To Sing; Quando Nasce Un Nuovo Amore)
Composer(s): Michel Jouveaux; Jeff Barnel; Carlos Toro
Performer(s): Dalida
Ven pero no vengas en soledad Cuando el telon ya caiga por fin Quiero que caiga tràs de mi
Ven, pero no vengas en solidad Yo he escogido como vivir Quiero escoger como morir Cada cual quiere morir un dia gris O bien a pleno sol Cada cual quiere morir como dormir Sin pena ni dolor
Yo quiero morir cantando, ésa es mi decision En mitad del escenario, abierto todo mi corezon Morir sin sentir tristeza, y sin mirar atras Yo quiero morir asi Cantando hasta el final
Ven pero no vengas en soledad Las dos nos conocemes muy bien Casi ganaste una vez
Ven pero no vengas en soledad Haz por llegar con una avacion Al terminar una cancion Si he vivido bajo coros de luz Quiero terminar igual Fusilada por la rafaga azul Di un projector mortal
Yo quiero morir cantando, ésa es mi decision En mitad del escenario, aberto todo el corazon Morir sin sentir tristeza, y sin mirar atras Yo quiero morir asi, cantando hasta el final
Morir sin sentir triteza, cantando una cancion Yo quiero morir asi, la mismo que naci
Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight) Spanish Title: Dame! Dame! Dame! (Amor Esta Noche)
Composer(s): Benny Andersson; Björn Ulvaeus
Performer(s): ABBA
Half past twelve And I'm watching the late show in my flat all alone How I hate to spend the evening on my own Autumn winds Blowing outside the window as I look around the room And it makes me so depressed to see the phone There's not a soul out there No one to hear my prayer
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight Won't somebody help me chase these shadows away Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight Take me through the darkness to the break of the day
Movie stars Find the end of the rainbow, with that fortune to win It's so different from the world I'm living in Tired of T.V. I open the window and I gaze into the night But there's nothing there to see, no one in sight There's not a soul out there No one to hear my prayer
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight Won't somebody help me chase these shadows away Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight Take me through the darkness to the break of the day
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight... Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight...
There's not a soul out there No one to hear my prayer
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight Won't somebody help me chase these shadows away Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight Take me through the darkness to the break of the day Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight Won't somebody help me chase these shadows away Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight Take me through the darkness to the break of the day
Tack Sverige, för allt vackert som finns att se Tack Sverige, du har fått oss att kunna le Gröna skogar, himmel blå Det finns så mycket man kan få Tack Sverige, vi kan nog aldrig resa från vårat land
Lyssna på fåglarna Hör sen på trädens sus Titta, där växer rosorna Där går ett kärlekspar Vad det är underbart Att kunna vara fri
Tack Sverige, för allt vackert som finns att se Tack Sverige, du har fått oss att kunna le Gröna skogar, himmel blå Det finns så mycket man kan få Tack Sverige, vi kan nog aldrig resa från vårat land
Jag ser en flicka le Åt någonting hon ser Jag hör en kyrkas klockor slå Stunden är inne nu De ska bli man och fru Redan hörs orgelns toner
Gröna skogar, himmel blå Det finns så mycket man kan få Tack Sverige, vi kan nog aldrig resa från vårat land
Moribund The Burgermeister Composer(s): Peter Gabriel Performer(s): Peter Gabriel
Caught in the chaos in the market square I don't know what, I don't know why but something's wrong down there Their bodies twistin' and turnin' in a thousand ways The eyes all rollin' round and round into a distant gaze Ah, look at that crowd!
Some are jumping up in the air say "We're drowning in a torrent of blood!" Others going down on their knees, seen a saviour coming out of the mud Oh Mother! It's eating out my soul Destroying law and order, I'm gonna lose control
What can I do to stop this plague, spread by sight alone Just a glimpse and then a quiver, then they shiver to the bone Ah, look at them go!
Bunderschaft, you are going daft? Better seal off the castle grounds "This is Moribund, the Burgermeister I'm gonna keep this monster down Somebody sent the subversive element going to chase it out of down" No-one will tell what all this is about But I will find out (I will find out I will find out)
This thing's really outrageous, I tell you on the level It's really so contagious must be the work of the devil You better go now, pick up the pipers, tell them to play Seems the music keeps them quiet, there is no other way Ah, close the doors!
"We've tried potions and waxen dolls, but none of us could find any cures" Mother please, is it just a disease, that has them breaking all my laws Check if you can disconnect the effect and I'll go after the cause No-one will tell what this is all about But I will find out I will
Gimme Three Steps Composer(s): Allen Collins; Ronnie Van Zant Performer(s): Lynyrd Skynyrd; and various other artists
I was cutting the rug Down at a place called The Jug With a girl named Linda Lu When in walked a man With a gun in his hand And he was looking for you know who He said, "Hey there fellow With the hair colored yellow Watcha tryin' to prove? 'Cause that's my woman there And I'm a man who cares And this might be all for you"
I was scared and fearing for my life I was shakin' like a leaf on a tree 'Cause he was lean, mean Big and bad, Lord Pointin' that gun at me I said, "Wait a minute, mister I didn't even kiss her Don't want no trouble with you And I know you don't owe me But I wish you'd let me Ask one favor from you"
(Chorus) "Won't you give me three steps Gimme three steps mister Gimme three steps towards the door? Gimme three steps Gimme three steps mister And you'll never see me no more"
Well the crowd cleared away And I began to pray As the water fell on the floor And I'm telling you son Well, it ain't no fun Staring straight down a forty-four Well he turned and screamed at Linda Lu And that's the break I was looking for And you could hear me screaming a mile away As I was headed out towards the door
This Land Is Your Land ((French Version: Ce Coin De Terre (Dalida) - 1964)) Composer(s): Woody Guthrie First recording: Woody Guthrie - 1944 Covered by multiple other artists
This land is your land, this land is my land From California, to the New York Island From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters This land was made for you and me
As I was walking a ribbon of highway I saw above me an endless skyway I saw below me a golden valley This land was made for you and me
This land is your land, this land is my land From California, to the New York Island From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters This land was made for you and me
I've roamed and rambled and I've followed my footsteps To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts And all around me a voice was sounding This land was made for you and me
This land is your land, this land is my land From California, to the New York Island From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters This land was made for you and me
The sun comes shining as I was strolling The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling The fog was lifting a voice come chanting This land was made for you and me
This land is your land, this land is my land From California, to the New York Island From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters This land was made for you and me As I was walkin' - I saw a sign there And that sign said - no tress passin' But on the other side .... it didn't say nothin! Now that side was made for you and me!
This land is your land, this land is my land From California, to the New York Island From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters This land was made for you and me
In the squares of the city - In the shadow of the steeple Near the relief office - I see my people And some are grumblin' and some are wonderin' If this land's still made for you and me
This land is your land, this land is my land From California, to the New York Island From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters This land was made for you and me
This land is your land, this land is my land From California, to the New York Island From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters This land was made for you and me
Gimme That Wine Composer(s): Jon Hendricks Performer(s): Blood, Sweat & Tears; and various other artists
Well my wife got tired of me running 'round, so she tried to keep me home She hid my clothes, She broke my nose But I continued to roam. Then she finally hit my weak spot - when she threw my bottle out Well, from the basement to the rooftop, everybody could hear me shout...
Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine) Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine) Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine) 'Cause I can't cut loose without my juice (Got to have my hot Lucy when I go out walking sometimes)
One day crossin the avenue, a big car knocked me down. I was stretched out tying up traffic and crowds came from blocks around While the police were searchin my pockets, before they sent me to the funeral parlour, One of those cops touched my bottle, Jack, I jumped straight up and commenced to hollar
Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine) Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine) Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine) I just can't get well without Muskatel
One real dark and dreary night while I was staggering home to bed,y'all A bandit jumped from the shadows and put a blackjack 'side my head. That cat took my watch, my ring, my money, and I didn't even make a sound, But when he reached up and got my bottle, you could hear me for blocks around
Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine) Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine) Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine) Beat my head outta shape, but don't touch my grape
One day my house caught fire while I was laying down sleeping off a nap And when I woke up everything was burning with a pop and a crackle and a snap. Well the fireman broke up my TV set and they tore my apartment apart, But when he raised that axe to my bottle, Jack, I just cried with all my heart...
I said gimme that wine (Gimme that wine) Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine) Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine) I'll just have one toast before I roast
Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine) Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine) Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine) Nothing but the best for me
Wine (Gimme that wine) Just gimme that wine (Gimme that wine) Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine) I just can't get well without Muskatel I got to have some of that brew
Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine) Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine) Gimme that wine (Gimme that wine) .......
Tack För En Underbar, Vanlig Dag (aka Aftonbön I Bästa Tv-Fotöljen) Composer(s): Agnetha Fältskog - Bosse Carlgren Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog; Drifters
Gode Gud, vad är klockan? Över två, jag har somnat från TV:n igen Men tack för filmen, den var bra Tack ska Du ha, Herre, Jarl Kulle beundrar jag Tack för idag, tack för en underbar, vanlig dag
Tusen tack för att lunchkön var så kort idag För då hann jag springa Och köpa skorna som jag ville ha Tack ska Du ha, Herre, dom passar mej riktigt bra Tack för idag, tack för en underbar vanlig dag
Jag blev också glad för lappen från vår nya närbutik Där Du gav mej tips om extrapris på kaffe
Varje dag sker små under Men så lätt det är att ta dom för givna Så lätt att sitta nöjd och bara ta Tack ska Du ha, Herre, för allt jag har fått idag Tack för idag, tack för en underbar vanlig dag
Gode Gud, det är sent nu! Snart halv tre, men hurra! Det är lördag imorrn och jag kan sova hela dan Tack ska Du ha, Herre, nu släcker vi, Du och jag Tack för idag, tack för en underbar vanlig dag
De Morgen
Composer(s): Boudewijn de Groot - Lennaert H. Nijgh
Performer(s): Boudewijn de Groot
De dag komt, liefste, de dag De zon door de gordijnen, dromen die verdwijnen Ik weet dat je niet blijven mag
Word wakker, liefste, 't is licht Je haren op het kussen, je mond en daartussen De schaduwen op je gezicht
Tot morgen, liefste, misschien Nu zachtjes naar beneden, niet kraken met de treden Mijn hospes mag jou niet zien
Want hij en alle and'ren, liefste, proberen telkens weer Om ons te veranderen in een dame en een heer Die altijd netjes blijven, liefste, en nooit gevaarlijk doen Zich nooit door hartstocht laten drijven, liefste, behalve soms een zoen
Toch gaan we, liefste, onze gang Als ik kon dan trouw ik met je, want dat wou ik Dat weet je toch, al sinds zo lang
Ook zonder dat, liefste, ook dan Kan ik van je houden, zonder je te trouwen Ben jij mijn vrouw en ik je man
De liefde, liefste, is sterk Sterker dan de mensen die alles netjes wensen Met door de week de zaak en zondags kerk
Ik doe de ramen open, liefste, de straat is leeg en stil Ik zie je buiten lopen, liefste, ons bed is leeg en kil Nu je weg bent zal ik dromen, liefste, van wat ik moest en zou Tot je terug zal komen, liefste, droom ik alleen van jou
Gimme Some Truth Composer(s): John Lennon Performer(s): John Lennon; and various other artists
I'm sick and tired of hearing things From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocritics All I want is the truth Just gimme some truth
I've had enough of reading things By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians All I want is the truth Just gimme some truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me With just a pocketful of hope Money for dope Money for rope
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me With just a pocketful of soap Money for dope Money for rope
I'm sick to death of seeing things From tight-lipped, condescending, mama's little chauvinists All I want is the truth Just gimme some truth now
I've had enough of watching scenes Of schizophrenic, ego-centric, paranoiac, prima-donnas All I want is the truth now Just gimme some truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me With just a pocketful of soap It's money for dope Money for rope
Ah, I'm sick and tired of hearing things From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites All I want is the truth now Just gimme some truth now
I've had enough of reading things By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians All I want is the truth now Just gimme some truth now
All I want is the truth now Just gimme some truth now All I want is the truth Just gimme some truth All I want is the truth Just gimme some truth
Six heures du matin J'ouvre la station service Et là, j'vois passer au loin L'car de police Une fille dans une caisse J'veux pas d'chèque J'prends qu'les espèces Un sourire pour le service
Tache d'huile dans un plein d'essence Voilà à quoi ma vie r'ssemble Rock'n roll syndrome des villes Si t'étais pas là, j'serais qu'une tache d'huile
Tache d'huile dans un plein d'essence Mazout en réminiscence Rock'n roll fantôme des villes Si t'étais pas la, j'serais qu'une tache d'huilé
Ouh! V'la un loubard Doit être nouveau dans le métier Une recette ça se braque le soir Faudra repasser La fille dans la caisse L'attend, j'la vois qui balise Ils ont loupé leur western Hors-la-loi hors service
Morena Mía Composer(s): Miguel Bosé; Massimo Grilli; Lanfranco Sorrario Performer(s): Miguel Bosé
Morena mía Voy a contarte hasta diez Uno es el sol que te alumbra Dos tus piernas que mandan Somos tres en tu cama, tres Morena mía El cuarto viene después Cinco tus continentes Seis mis medias farreas de mis medios calientes Sigo contando ahorita Bien, bien, bien, bien Morena mía Siete son los pecados cometidos Suman ocho conmigo Nueve los que te cobro Mas de diez es sentido
Y por mi parte sobra darte lo que me das Dámelo bien Un poco aquí, un poco a quién Cuando tu boca me toca Me pone y me provoca Me muerde y me destroza Toda siempre es poca Y muévete bien, que nadie como tu sabe hacer café Morena agarra, ay me mata Me mata y me remata Y vamos al infierno Porque no sea eterno, suavemente Que nadie como tu me sabe hacer café Pero cuando tu boca, me toca Me pone y me provoca Me muerde y me destroza toda siempre es poca Y muévete bien, bien, bien Que nadie como tu me sabe hacer, uh, café Bien, bien, bien, bien Bien, bien, bien, bien
Morena mía Si esto no es felicidad Que baje dios y lo vea Y aunque no se lo crea Esto es gloria
Y por mi parte pongo el arte lo que me das damelo cuidalo bien un poco asi, un poco a quien
Gimme Some Time Composer(s): Natalie Cole Performer(s): Natalie Cole; Peabo Bryson
Gimme some time, baby I know youre thinkin that Im playin But Im sayin That I wouldnt hurt you for the world, oh, no
Im not so blind, baby I need your love and, and you know it Cause I show it (Yes, I do, well) I dont wanna be hurt, girl
If you want me to, Ill keep it a secret But please let me get through your door Cause I guarantee that once we get started Youll soon be beggin for more
Well want the whole world to know That we are one
So why dont you gimme some time, baby Lets take advantage, not for granted Of the good things (Weve got such a good thing) I dont wanna be hurt, girl
Youre just a kind, baby Weve got a good thing and I know it Lets not blow it [Ooh, ooh, oh], ho Cause I wouldnt hurt you for the world, Im serious
I believe you think that I havent noticed The look in your eyes when you smile And my senses tell me theres something missin So please let me stay for awhile
I want the whole world to know That we are one (We got it together), baby, one
So why dont you gimme some time, baby I know youre thinkin that Im playin But all Im sayin Is I wouldnt hurt you for the world, Im serious
Gimme some time, baby Gimme some time, baby
(Oh, I know that you) Gimme some time, baby (That I know that you love me) Gimme some time, baby (And I think that you think) Gimme some time, baby (That we should be together)
(So why dont you give me some of your time) Gimme some time, baby (Hey, gimme some time, baby) Gimme some time, baby (Thats all I need, thats all I want)
Gimme some time, baby Gimme some time, baby Gimme some time, baby (Why dont you give me some time) Gimme some time, baby
Gimme some time, baby Gimme some time, baby Gimme some time, baby
Tabou Composer(s): Françoise Hardy - Michel Fugain Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
Tabou faut rien dire du tout de nos p'tits secrets qui devront rester jusqu'au bout tabou tous nos rendez-vous dans des lieux cachés classés X, indécents comme tout sans goût tabou tous nos petits jeux où les gens ne voient rien que du feu jeux à dormir debout à rendre fou je me l'avoue pas vous? où voulez-vous que l'on fasse encore joujou à se mettre sens dessus dessous quel prétexte allons-nous laisser en plan bureau et appartement? je cherche soufflez-moi des mensonges et des silences sans la moindre transparence tabou faut rien dire du tout rentrer bien à l'heure se plaindre un peu, juste au cas où tabou tirer les verrous faire comme d'habitude et fuir toutes les interviews casse-cou surtout trouver des idées pour que nos jeux puissent progresser jeux à dormir debout à rendre fou je me l'avoue pas vous où pas trop tard et avec quels accessoires dans quel bouge, dans quel bar nous voir sous quel nom et dans quelle situation inventer d'autres façons? je cherche soufflez-moi d'inavouables recettes à nous faire perdre la tête tabou faut rien dire du tout
Morena Dos Olhos D'água Composer(s): Chico Buarque Originally performed by: Chico Buarque Covered by various other artists
Morena dos olhos d'água Tira os seus olhos do mar Vem ver que a vida ainda vale O sorriso que eu tenho Pra lhe dar
Descansa um meu pobre peito Que jamais enfrenta o mar Mas que tem abraço estreito, morena Com jeito de lhe agradar Vem ouvir lindas histórias Que por seu amor sonhei Vem saber quantas vitórias, morena Por mares que só eu sei
O seu homem foi-se embora Prometendo voltar já Mas as ondas não tem hora, morena De partir ou de voltar Passa a vela e vai-se embora Passa o tempo e vai também Mas meu canto ainda lhe implora, morena Agora, morena, vem
Gimme Some Lovin' Composer(s): Spencer Davis; Steve Winwood; Muff Winwood Performer(s): The Spencer Davis Group
Well, my temp'rature's risin' and my feet on the floor Twenty people knockin'
'cause they're wanting some more Let me in, baby, I don't know what you've got But you'd better take it easy, this place is hot
So glad we made it, so glad we made it You gotta gimme some lovin', gimme some lovin' Gimme some lovin' every day
Well, I feel so good, ev'rything is sounding hot Better take it easy, 'cause the place is on fire Been a hard day and I don't know what to do Wait a minute, baby, it could happen to you
So glad we made it, so glad we made it You gotta gimme some lovin', gimme some lovin' Gimme some lovin' every day
Well, I feel so good, ev'rybody's gettin' high Better take it easy, 'cause the place is on fire Been a hard day, nothin' went too good, Now I'm gonna relax, honey, ev'rybody should
So glad we made it, so glad we made it You gotta gimme some lovin', gimme some lovin' Gimme some lovin' every day
