Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Tarde, Muy Tarde Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Tarde, muy tarde me preguntas si te miento cuando sé que sabes bien que ni yo mismo lo sé Tarde, muy tarde no me digas que aún es tiempo algo más que nuestra piel ha empezado a envejecer Te amé tanto que me da vergüenza recordarlo... déjalo estar deja que es tarde Tarde, muy tarde sólo nos guía el cansancio y ese miedo de perder lo que ha sido y ya no es Tarde, muy tarde tarde para remediarlo ese tren ya se nos fue nunca volverá otra vez Te amé tanto... que me da vergüenza recordarlo... déjalo estar deja que es tarde Tarde, tan tarde
Music Composer(s): Carole King Performer(s): Carole King
Music is playing inside my head Over and over and over again My friend, there's no end to the music... Ah, summer is over But the music keeps playing And won't let the cold get me down Pictures are forming inside my brain Soon with the colors they'll rain together and grow Then don't you know, don't you know there'll be music... Ah, it's not always easy But the music keeps playing And won't let the world get me down
Kites Are Fun Composer(s): Chris Dedrick Performer(s): The Free Design and multiple other artists
I like flying Flying kites, flying kites, flying kites Kites are fun, kites are fun, kites are fun
See my kite, it's fun See my kite, it's green and white Laughing in its distant flight All that's between us is a little yellow string But we like each other more than anything And we run along together through the field behind my house And the little drops of rain caress our face and wash my blouse And we'd like to be a zillion miles away from everyone 'Cause Mom and Dad and Uncle Bill don't realise
Kites are fun, kites are fun, kites are fun Kites are fun
See my kite, it's green and white Laughing in its distant flight All that's between us is a little yellow string But we like each other more than anything And we run along together through the field behind my house And the little drops of rain caress our face and wash my blouse And we'd like to be a zillion miles away from everyone 'Cause Mom and Dad and Uncle Bill don't realise
I like flying, flying kites, flying kites Kites are fun, kites are fun, kites are fun Kites are fun See my kite, it's fun (See my kite, it's fun) See my kite, it's fun (See my kite, it's fun) See my kite, it's fun (See my kite, it's fun)
Museum Composer(s): Donovan Originally performed by: Donovan Covered by various other artists
I drink sweet wine for breakfast I slept but an hour or so I smiled a little in the silence decding on where to go meet me under the whale at the natural history museum I think that's what she said a little bit said about having to leave them yawning in the sun it's like a child I run don't do it if you don't want to I wouldn't do a thing like that now don't do it if you don't want to I wouldn't do a thing like that so little do you think of beauty isn't it a shame what-ho maybe you should go get your parents and make all your troubles go there she stood in drag looking cool in astrakhan she's lookin' a little wiped out she said I looked like Peter Pan and yawning in the sun it's like a child I run don't do it if you don't want to I wouldn't do a thing like that now don't do it if you don't want to I wouldn't do a thing like that now don't do it if you don't want to I wouldn't do a thing like that now don't do it if you don't want to I wouldn't do a thing like that uh-huh
Going Home Composer(s): Antoine "Fats" Domino; Al Young Performer(s): Fats Domino
Going home tomorrow Can't stand your evil way Going home tomorrow Can't stand your evil way When you're around me I'm full of misery all day
I can't go on I can't go on this way I can't go on I can't go on this way You don't want my loving So I'm going away to stay
Don't try to find me Don't even call me on the phone Don't try to find me Don't even call me on the phone I'm better off without you So won't you leave poor me alone?
Tarde Em Itapuã Composer(s): Vinícius de Moraes - Toquinho Performer(s): Maria Bethânia; Pepa D'Elia
Um velho calção de banho O dia pra vadiar Um mar que não tem tamanho E um arco-iris no ar Depois na praça Caymmi Sentir preguiça no corpo E numa esteira de vime Beber uma água de côco É bom Passar uma tarde em Itapuã Ao sol que arde em Itapuã Ouvindo o mar de Itapuã Falar de amor em Itapuã Enquanto o mar inaugura Um verde novinho em folha Argumentar com doçura Com uma cachaça de rolha E com olhar esquecido No encontro de céu e mar Bem de vagar ir sentindo A terra toda a rodar É bom Passar uma tarde em Itapuã Ao sol que arde em Itapuã Ouvindo o mar de Itapuã Falar de amor em Itapuã Depois sentir o arrepio Do vento que a noite traz É o diz-que-diz-que maçio Que brota dos coqueirais E nos espaços serenos Sem ontem nem amanhã Dormir nos braços morenos Da lua de Itapuã É bom Passar uma tarde em Itapuã Ao sol que arde em Itapuã Ouvindo o mar de Itapuã Falar de amor em Itapuã
C'était une vraie fleur d'amour Et quand un jour dans le faubourg Ses jolis yeux bleus et son regard si beau Rendaient les hommes amoureux fous On la rencontrait le sam'di Dans les musettes de Paris Dès qu'elle entrait fallait voir tous les copains Courir pour lui serrer la main C'était un rayon de bonheur Qu'elle apportait dans tous les coeurs
Musette, brunette Jolie poupée d'amour Quand on a valsé avec toi On a le béguin malgré soi Musette, coquette On t'aimera toujours C'est toi la reine des musettes Musette
Mais un beau jour le p'tit Léo Avec un peu d'accordéon Dit à Musette: "j'ai l'gros béguin pour toi Veux-tu te marier avec moi?" Musette en riant dit: "t'es fou moi me mettre la corde au cou? Quitter les amis le Paris le Faubourg Et mon quartier où j'ai vu l'jour J'aime mieux rester parmi vous Je ne veux pas faire de jaloux"
Musette, brunette Jolie poupée d'amour Quand on a valsé avec toi On a le béguin malgré soi Musette, coquette On t'aimera toujours C'est toi la reine des musettes Musette
Tarde Composer(s): Canet Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto
De cada amor que tuve tengo heridas heridas que no cierran ni sangran todavia error de haber querido ciegamente matando inutilmente la dicha de mis dias Tarde me di cuenta que al final se vive igual mintiendo tarde comprendí que mi ilusión se marchito queriendo pobre amor que amor que esta sufriendo la amargura mas tenáz
Y ahora que no es hora para nada tu boca enamorama me incita una vez más Y aunque quiera quererte ya no puedo por que dentro del alma tengo miedo tengo miedo que se vuelva a repetir la comedia que me ha hundido en el sufrir Todo lo que di todo lo perdi siempre tuve el alma entera de cualquier manera soportando afrendas y al final de cuentas me quede sin fé
De cada amor que tuve tengo heridas heridas que no cierran ni sangran todavia error de haber querido ciegamente perdido en un torrente de burlas y mentiras Sigo en mi rodar sin esperar y sin buscar amores ya murió el amor porque el dolor le marchito las flores y aunque llores y me implores mi ilusión va a devolver no ves que ya la pobre esta cansada vencida, destrozada de tanto parecer
Y aunque quiera quererte ya no puedo por que dentro del alma tengo miedo tengo miedo que se vuelva a repetir la comedia que me ha hundido en el sufrir Todo lo que di todo lo perdi siempre tuve el alma entera de cualquier manera soportando afrendas y al final de cuentas me quede sin fé
Muro Composer(s): Carlos Varela Performer(s): Miguel Bosé; Ana Torroja
Mojas el pan En el plato vacío Y apagas la televisión Abres la ventana Y miras afuera La cuidad te espera En algún lugar Sales a la calle Y llegas al muro Donde acaban todos Donde empieza el mar
Cuentas los pasos Regresando a casa Y prendes la televisión Te quedas dormido Y cuando empieza el himno Te vas a la cama Te vas a soñar
Luna Algo esta sucediendo Estoy sintiendo que esta vez Me están dejando solo Almenos solo Como la noche ...
Luna
Mojas tu cara Como cualquier dia Te vas sin afeitar Te compras la prensa Y notas que al muno Le ha cambiado el rostro Para bien o mal Y siguess caminando Y te vas al muro Donde acaban todos Donde empieza el mar
Luna
Algo esta sucediendo Estoy sintiendo que esta vez Me están dejando solo Almenos solo Como la noche ...
Mojas el pan En el plato vacío Y apagas la televisión Sales a la calle Y te vas al muro Donde siempre hay alguien Donde empieza el mar...
Going For The One Composer(s): Jon Anderson Performer(s): Yes; Adam Wakeman; Rick Wakeman
Get the idea cross around the track underneath the flank of thoroughbred racing chasers Getting the feel as a river flows Would youlike to go 'n shoot the mountain masses? And here you stand no taller than the grass sees And should you really chase so hard The truth of sport plays rings around you
Going for the one Going for the one
Get in the way as the tons of water racing with you crashing thru the rudder Once at the start you can gamble that you really surely really mean to finish After seeing all your sense of fear diminish As you treat danger a pure collection As you throw away misconceptions Going for the one Going for the one Going for a listen in time taken so high to touch to move listen to life touching touch time travel twilight taken so high. Roundabout, sounding out, love you so love you so love you so
Now the verses I've sang don't add much weight to the story in my head so I'm thinking I should go and write a punch line But they're so hard to find in my cosmic mind so I think I'll take a look out of the window When I think about you I don't feel low N'should I really chase so hard The truth of sport plays rings around you Going for the one Going for the one Going for to listen in time taken so high to touch to move listen to life touching touch time travel twilight taken so high taking your time turn on to love turnstile to one tender timing rocking rolling listen in time taken so high to touch to move listen to life touching touchtime travel twilight taken so high taking your time turn on to love turnstile to one tender timing rocking rolling turn on to love turnstile to one tender timing rocking rolling
Moments decide Moments delight Moments in flight Talk about sending love
Murder Composer(s): David Gilmour Performer(s): David Gilmour
Some of them standing, some were waiting in the line As if there was something that they thought they might find Taking some strength from the feelings that always were shared And in the background, the eyes that just stared
What was it brought you out here in the dark? Was it your only way of making your mark Did you get rid of all the voices in your head? Do you now miss them and the things that they said?
On your own admission you raised up the knife And you brought it down ending another man's life When it was done you just threw down the blade While the red blood spread wider like the anger you made
I don't want this anger that's burning in me It's something from which it's so hard to be free But none of the tears that we cry in sorrow or rage Can make any difference, or turn back the page
Going Down Slow Composer(s): James Burke Oden Performer(s): St. Louis Jimmy; and various other artists
(speaks) Man, you know I've enjoyed things that kings and queens will never have In fact, things kings and queens can't never get And they don't even know about it
And good times? mmm....
(sings) I have had my fun if I never get well no more I have had my fun if I never get well no more Whoa, my health is fadin' Oh yeah, I'm goin' down slow
(speaking) Now looky here I did not say I was a millionare But I said I have spent more money than a millionare Cause if I had kept all of the money I had already spent I'd woulda been a millionare a long time ago And women? Well, great googly moogly
(sings) Please write my mama Tell her the shape I'm in Please write my mama Tell her the shape I'm in Tell her pray for me Forgive me for my sins
Tarara Boom De Ay Composer(s): Henry J. Sayers Performer(s): Lottie Collins
A smart and stylish girl you see Belle of good society Not too strict, but rather free Yet as right as right can be! Never forward, never bold Not too hot and not too cold But the very thing, I'm told That in your arms you'd like to hold!
I'm not extravagantly shy And when a nice young man is nigh For his heart I have a try And faint away with tearful cry! When the good young man, in haste Will support me round the waist I don't come to, while thus embraced Till of my lips he steals a taste!
I'm a timid flow'r of innocence Pa says that I have no sense I'm one eternal big expense But men say that I'm just immense! Ere my verses I conclude I'd like it known and understood Tho' free as air, I'm never rude I'm not too bad and not too good!
You should see me out with Pa Prim, and most particular The young men say "Ah, there you are!" And Pa says "That's peculiar!" "It's like their cheek!" I say, and so Off again with Pa I go He's quite satisfied--although When his back's turned--well, you know
When with swells I'm out to dine All my hunger I resign Taste the food, and sip the wine No such daintiness as mine! But when I am all alone For shortcomings I atone! No old frumps to stare like stone Chops and chicken on my own!
Sometimes Pa, says, with a frown "Soon, you'll have to settle down Have to wear your wedding gown Be the strictest wife in town!" Well, it must come by-and-by When wed, to keep quiet I'll try But till then I shall not sigh I shall still go in for my
Murcia Composer(s): Agustín Lara Performer(s): Plácido Domingo; Alejandro Algara; Nestor Mesta Chayres; Javier Solís
Murcia es un rosal, es un cantar rinconcito del que Dios no se olvidó Y que tiene luz, y tiene sol tiene espinitas de quejumbre para cada flor
Murcia es la rosa de España ay, ay, ay Murcia es la rosa de grana, ay, ay, ay Son las mujeres de Murcia floración de rosas en botón que clavan sus espinas porque tiene tu suelo más rosas que un mantón es un puñado de flores bajo el sol
Y si tus besos son pétalos de púrpura deshójalos, júntalos, dámelos todos a mí
Y si tus besos son pétalos de púrpura deshójalos, júntalos, dámelos todos a mí
Going Down Composer(s): Lou Reed Performer(s): Lou Reed
When you're in a dream and you think you've got your problems all nailed down Pieces of the scheme Seem to rattle up and to rattle down
And when you start to fall And those footsteps they start to fade
Then you know you're going down Yeah, you're falling all around And you know you're going down for the last time
When you're in the air And you're thinking you'll drift off into the rest Your friends politely advise Hey look you're pushing too hard And perhaps you need a rest
And when you start to fall And all those footsteps they start to fade
Then you know you're going down Yeah, you're crashing upside down And you know you're going down for the last time
Time's not what it seems it just seems longer, when you're lonely in this world Everything it seems would be brighter if your nights were spent with some girl
Yeah, you're falling all around Yeah, you're crashing upside down Oh, oh, and you know you're going down for the last time
Como Revista De Farandula Me Fue Atrapando La Tarantula Me Dio A Beber De Su Seno Y Poco A Poco Solto El Veneno En Una Guerra Psicologica Me Envolvio, Me Envolvio
Con Su Mirada Tan Romantica Me Ha Hipnotizado La Tarantula Soy Preso De Sus Entrañas Encadenado A Su Telaraña Me Esta Matando La Tarantula De Pasion, De Pasion
Vivo Encerrado En Su Prision Se Ha Apoderado De Mi Corazon
Con Su Figura De Pelicula Siempre Anda En Busca De Su Victima Cuidado Si Te Descuidas Es Dulce Y Rapida Su Mordida Me Tiene Loco La Tarantula Por Su Amor, Por Su Amor
Me Dio A Beber De Su Seno Y Poco A Poco Solto El Veneno En Una Guerra Psicologica Me Envolvio, Me Envolvio
I've got that dustpneumony pneumony in my lung I've got that dustpneumony pneumony in my lung And I'm gonna sing this dustpneumonia song
I went to the doctor and the doctor said my son Yes I went to the doctor and the doctor said my son You got that dustpneumony and you ain't got long not long
Now there ought to be some yodelling in this song There ought to be some yodelling in this song
but I can't yodel for the rattling in my lung
My good girl sings the dustpneumonia blues
My good girl sings the dustpneumonia blues She loves me 'cause she's got the dustpneumonia too
If it wasn't for choppin' my ax would turn to rust
If it wasn't for choppin' my ax would turn to rust
I can't find a woman in this black old texas dust
Down in Oklahoma the wind blows mighty strong Down in Oklahoma the wind blows mighty strong If you want to get in mama just sing a california song
Down in Texas my gal fainted in the rain
Down in Texas my gal fainted in the rain
I throwed a bucket o'dirt in her face just to bring her back again
