Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Napoleon y su tremendamente emperatriz Los Shocklender, Noy y sus ojos y un animal que esta aprendiendo a sangrar beben mas y pasaran al cuarto de salida
Maldición lo que perdemos lo volvemos a amar Rita Baila en Rosario Norte y los muchacho quieren verla bailar para que salir de aquí si tengo mi par de ligas y el mundo se esfuma y este amor no es de verdad siguen comiendo la luna los hombres de Alcatraz tatuaje falso
Mustapha Dupont Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë; Gilbert Bécaud Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud
Mustapha Dupont Il est né entre Constantine Et Joinville-Le-Pont Dupont Mustapha C'est un bon Français Comme toi et moi
Mohamed Durand Il a vu le jour entre Fez Et Clermont-Ferrand Durand Mohamed Français cent pour cent De A... à Z...
Abdou Mamadou Son père est tombé en '44 En plein mois d'août Mamadou Abdou il est bien d'chez nous Comme toi, comme nous
C'est ça la couleur d' l' équipe de France Entre bleu d'outre-mer et d' Provence Tu prends un Lillois, Marseillais Un Rital un peu polonais C'est rouge orange, jaune, vert, bleu Indigo, violet
Mustapha Dupont Quand il allait à la commune de Bécon Il disait comm' ça, Mes ancêtres s'appelaient les Gaulois
Abdou Mamadou Diplômé des universités D'un peu partout Mamadou Abdou de notre Ambassade de Moscou
C'est ça la couleur d' l' équipe de France Entre bleu d'outre-mer et d' Provence Tu prends un Lillois, Marseillais Un Rital un peu polonais C'est rouge orange, jaune, vert, bleu Indigo, violet
Et moi au milieu Qui ne sais pas très bien Où sont enterrés mes aïeux Et moi au milieu Mon sang est-il rouge Ou blanc ou bleu P' t' êt' les trois, Mustapha
Tatuagem Composer(s): Chico Buarque Performer(s): Chico Buarque and multiple other artists
Quero ficar no teu corpo feito tatuagem Que é pra te dar coragem Pra seguir viagem Quando a noite vem E também pra me perpetuar em tua escrava Que você pega, esfrega, nega Mas não lava
Quero brincar no teu corpo feito bailarina Que logo se alucina Salta e te ilumina Quando a noite vem E nos músculos exaustos do teu braço Repousar frouxa, murcha, farta Morta de cansaço
Quero pesar feito cruz nas tuas coisas Que te retalha em postas Mas no fundo gostas Quando a noite vem Quer ser a cicatriz risonha e corrosiva Marcada a frio, a ferro e fogo Em carne viva
Corações de mãe Arpões, sereias e serpentes Que te rabiscam o corpo todo Mas não sentes
Onder de manen schijnende platanen Wil ik jouw Sultan zijn, wees jij dan mijn Sultane Wat kunnen jou goud en juwelen schelen? In de Sahara kun je spelen met kamelen
Dat zegt m'n vriendje, Mustapha Hij meent het goed de snoes, maar ja Hij is van origine een Arabier Dat bier is best, maar 'k blijf toch liever hier
Hele kisten vijgen heb ik in depot Alles kan je krijgen, alles geef ik je cadeau Als je maar van mij wilt houen, en terzijnertijd wilt trouwen Gaan we een oase bouwen, en een Arabiertje brouwen
Dat zegt m'n vriendje, Mustapha Hij meent het goed de snoes, maar ja Hij is van origine een Arabier Dat bier is best, maar 'k blijf toch liever hier
Wat moet je in dit kouwe kikkerland? In de Sahara heb je enkel zon en zand Wat moet je in zo'n zebrapadenstad? Wij hebben echte zebra's en geen paden, schat
Onder de manen schijnende platanen Wil ik jouw Sultan zijn, wees jij dan mijn Sultane Hier is een ring, een dure, dus bewaar hem In 't laatje links van de penantkast, in de harem
Dat zegt m'n vriendje, Mustapha Hij meent het goed de snoes, maar ja Hij is van origine een Arabier Dat bier is best, maar 'k blijf toch liever hier
En wil je uit, dan zeg je "lieve man, Kom doe je tulband en je beste kaftan aan" Dan nemen wij de vroege karavaan En komen 's avonds laat bij onze buren aan
Onder de manen schijnende platanen Wil ik jouw Sultan zijn, wees jij dan mijn Sultane 'k Heb 16 vrouwen thuis, da's aardig veel ja Maar jij wordt 17de, jij wordt hun akela
Dat zegt mijn vriendje, Mustapha Hij meent het goed de snoes, maar ja 't Is best een nette en correcte vent Maar vriend, hij heeft geen centje temperament
Golden Feather Composer(s): Robbie Robertson Performer(s): Robbie Robertson; Luka Bloom; Michel Montecrossa
I think I'm going back to Shenandoah she said that she'd meet me by the fork in the road I jump start my old Ford I'm heading for the pow-wow follow red path that leads to you
I gave my love a golden feather I gave my love a heart of stone and when you find a golden feather it means you'll never lose your way back home
Should I paint my face should I pierce my skin does this make me a pagan sweating out my sins we ate the sacred mushroom and waded in the water howling like coyotes at the naked moon
I gave my love a golden feather I gave my love a heart of stone and when you find a golden feather it means you'll never lose your way back home
In the autumn night when there's no wind blowin' I could hear the stars falling in the dark when you find what's worth keeping with a breath of kindness blow the rest away
I gave my love a golden feather I gave my love a heart of stone and when you find a golden feather it means you'll never lose your way back home
Tattooed Millionaire Composer(s): Bruce Dickinson - Janick Gers Performer(s): Bruce Dickinson
Tattooed boys with expensive toys Living in a bubble of sin Money can buy you most of anything Fix your nose or the mess you're in
Front page news, you can share your views With a population that wants to be like you Out on the strip, out on the tiles Same old greed behind the P.R. smiles
You and all your entourage, to me you're all the same You and all your entourage, playing foolish games
I don't want your big city shining
I don't want your silver lining
I don't wanna be a tattooed millionaire He's got a wife, she ain't no brain child Ex mud Queen of Miami In his stretch Cadillac, he keeps her in the back With a CD player and his bottle of Jack
L.A. dudes, L.A. attitude Laid back selfish and getting fat Bodyguards, porn stars, gold credit cards Using each other, running for cover
You and all your entourage, to me you're all the same You and all your entourage, playing foolish games
Golden Earrings Composer(s): Victor Young; Jay Livingston; Ray Evans Performer(s): Peggy Lee; and various other artists
There's a story the gypsies know is true That when your love wears golden earrings She (he) belongs to you An old love story that's known to very few But if you wear those golden earrings Love will come to you By the burning fire, they will glow with ev'ry coal You will hear desire whisper low inside your soul So be my gypsy Make love your guiding light And let that pair of golden earrings Cast their spell tonight
Tattoo Composer(s): Pete Townshend First release by: The Who - 1967 Covered by multiple other artists
Me and my brother were talking to each other 'Bout what makes a man a man Was it brain or brawn, or the month you were born We just couldn't understand
Our old man didn't like our appearance He said that only women wear long hair
So me and my brother borrowed money from Mother We knew what we had to do We went downstairs, past the barber and gymnasium And got our arms tattooed
Welcome to my life, tattoo I'm a man now, thanks to you I expect I'll regret you But the skin graft man won't get you You'l be there when I die Tattoo
My dad beat me 'cause mine said "Mother" But my mother naturally liked it and beat my brother 'Cause his tattoo was of a lady in the nude And my mother thought that was extremely rude
Welcome to my life, tattoo We've a long time together, me and you I expect I'll regret you But the skin graft man won't get you You'll be there when I die Tattoo
Now I'm older, I'm tattooed all over My wife is tattooed too A rooty-toot-toot, rooty-tooty-toot-toot Rooty-toot-toot tattoo too To you
Mustang Sally Composer(s): Sir Mack Rice Originally performed by: Sir Mack Rice Covered by various other artists
Mustang Sally Guess you better slow your mustang down Mustang Sally Guess you better slow your mustang down You've been runnin' all over the town now Oh guess I'll have to put your flat feet on the ground
Chorus Listen, All you want to do is ride around Sally Ride Sally ride All you want to do is ride around Sally Ride Sally ride All you want to do is ride around Sally Ride Sally ride All you want to do is ride around Sally Ride Sally ride One of these early mornings baby Gonna be wipin' your weepin' eyes
I bought you a brand new mustang 'bout nineteen sixty five Now you come 'round, signifying a woman baby you don't wanna let me ride. Mustang Sally Guess you better slow your mustang down You've been runnin' all over the town now Got to put your flat feet on the ground
Golden Days Composer(s): Sigmund Romberg; Dorothy Donnelly Performer(s): Nelson Eddy; and various other artists
Down where the Neckar flows swiftly along Nestles a town that is famous in song Laughing lads roam through its streets so quaint No ones a sinner, much less a saint Twilight comes stealing and moonlight shines down Painting with silver old Heidelberg Town Hark how the echoes are ringing; with their song! Laughing, they circle their glasses All night long
Golden days in the sunshine of our happy youth Golden days, full of innocence and full of truth In our hearts we remember them all else above Golden days, days of youth and love
How we laughed with a gaiety that had no sting Looking back through memorys haze We will know life has nothing sweeter than its springtime Golden days, when were young, Golden days
Tattle-Tale Duck Composer(s): Bob Merril Performer(s): Sammy Kaye
The tattle tale, tattle tale, tattle tale duck The tattle tale, tattle tale, tattle tale duck She'll tell on me, she'll tell on you And add a little to the story, too! The tattle tale, tattle tale quacketty quack She waggles in front and she wiggles in back Oh just look out, you're out of luck If you get caught by the tattle tale duck
the rooster just dropped in to "Joe's" To say "hello" to boys he knows But here is the story that came back According to old quack quack quack 'Twere sixteen blondes and ten brunettes The kind don't care how late it gets They danced all night and she'll insist She counted ev'ry blonde the rooster kissed
Now when the rooster did come in His hen picked up her rolling pin The duck had called her on the phone It almost wrecked their happy home So, if you steal a kiss or two The pigs won't squeal, the cow's won't moo There ain't a rooster's gonna cluck But please be careful of the tattle-tale duck
Musta Got Lost Composer(s): Seth Justman; Peter Wolf Performer(s): J. Geils Band
Hold on this song has a little introduction to it It's aint supposed to be sad though you might feel it that way It's a song about desperation Every now and then we do get desperate
This is a song about L-o-v-e and if you abuse it yer goin to lose it and if you lose it yer goin to abuse and if you abuse it you aint going to be able to choose it cuz you aint going to have it further on down the line and things aint going to be so fine and yer going to be sitting there on your little machine tryin to look and keep it clean and Youre going to be home playing bingo all night all alone and that's why your sittin there by the telephone and you know that she aint goin to call you!
So you put on the TV and you're watchin Johnny Carson segueing right into the Tomorrow show but that don't got the go so you turn it off ya turn on the radio the radio dont' seem to get the click so you say "Hey Man, I can't lickety split" You start to open up a little book and there's somethin there you got to overlook and you say "BABY, you know there's somethin on my mind! "You say "Baby there's somethin on my mind I know that you're home and I know you aint all alone!"
So you start walking over to her house and you get over to her house and you walk over to her door and you start poundin on her door and you say "Open up the door bitch! This is the wooba gooba with the green teeth, let me in!!"
Well, she opens up the door and then you just kinda walk up to her and say "Baby", (say Baby!) you look up way up at her green mascara and you say "Oh my darling you know her and me was at the party as friends do not believe what they say that's only gossip that they tellin ya a wise crack of lies!" You say Darling!!!
Take your big curls and squeeze them down Rotumba What's the name of the chick with the long hair? (Rapunzle!) Hey Rapunzle! Hey Raputa! Raputa the Buta! Hey Raputa the Buta flip me down your hair let me climb up to the ladder of your love!! Because this is the wooba gooba sayin to ya "Love comes once and when it comes you better grab it fast cuz sometimes the love you grab aint going to last and I believe I musta You know I think I musta You know baby I think I musta You know I think I musta I musta got lost!!!!!!!
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Never thought about tomorrow Seemed like a long time to come How could I be so blind, baby Not to see you were the one
I let ya slip on from me baby I let ya walk on by Shoulda loved, you told me I refused to love, I let it die
Musta got lost, musta got lost, musta got lost Somewhere down the line Musta got lost, musta got lost Give away the day you were mine
Don't know why I let you leave me Honey I dont know See its hard to see lovin' comin baby But I have a way to see it go
Musta got lost, musta got lost, musta got lost Somewhere down the line Musta got lost, I got lost Give away the day you were mine
Love can be a sweet thing girl I just don't understand made a game outta lovin' you now I hold a loose hand
Musta got lost, musta got lost, musta got lost Somewhere down the line Musta got lost, I got lost girl Give away the day you were mine
I just don't understand it I just don't understand it I just don't understand it
And I musta got lost, musta got lost, musta got lost Somewhere down the line, hey Musta got lost, baby, I got lost girl Give away the day you were mine
Musta got lost, I got lost, musta got lost somewhere down the line Musta got lost, I got lost girl Give away the day you were mine
Cmon Oh, I got lost, double-crossed Your lovin', give it to me all night long
I said your love got me higher than I ever been lifted before
I said your love got me higher than I ever been lifted before
Tattletale Composer(s): Bob Schaefer - Irving Rose - Jack Lawrence
You're a tattletale You keep rushing to and fro Babbling like a radio Telling everything you know When you're supposed to keep it in ya You spread it from Virginia to Seattle Tattletale You're a tattletale I should hide you on a shelf You're a mischief-making elf Even tattle on yourself Altho' I tell you many secrets They aren't any secrets when you prattle Tattletale It wouldn't matter that you chatter And you get in my hair If you'd get into my arms Blabber, blabber, jibber, jabber, what do I care About who married who, if it isn't me and you! But you're lovable I'm completely mad about And what dreams I've had about you You little gadabout Why don't you shout it from a steeple And tell a million people That I love you, tattletale
Mussolini's Letter To Hitler Composer(s): Carson J. Robison Performer(s): Carson Robison
Dear Hitler: I wrote you a letter And I used the new address you sent But Moscow returned it this morning With a word written on it in red Its a word Ive been hearing quite often And I know just how much it hurts Youve heard it yourself from the British Dear Adolf, that word was Nerts! Im writing again for a favor Although I feel sure its no use But now that Japan is your fall guy Dear Adolf, oh please turn me loose!
Im longing so much for the old days When they greeted me with bravos And I like the old salute better Without their thumb to their nose Your Gestapo you sent here to help me Dont know what a big shot I am Please tell them their Bronx cheers annoy me And I dont like the way they say Scram! The last speech I made to my people I outlined your Russian idea And instead of the cheers I expected I heard someone snicker Oh yeah?
Last night I dreamed I saw Stalin And heres a suggestion he made Better tell your dear old friend Adolf To brush up on his wallpaper trade And the next time that you see Max Schmeling Heres something that he oughta know The Yankees have got a new weapon Thats known as Brown Bomber Joe Well Adolf, I better be closing So Heil Hitler! Heil Hitler! Heil! And please dont forget that old promise That youd give me the whole British Isles!
P.S. Dont think Im complaining But my wardrobe is looking quite sad Can you spare me an old suit of Goerings? Maybe it wont smell too bad
Golden Boy Composer(s): Claude Moine; Pierre Papadiamandis Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
Écoutez-moi bien Voici la confession d'un homme de bien Comme quoi parti de pas grand chose On peut arriver à rien
J'téléphone, je n'faxe pas J'cherche pas mes mots, je n'écris pas J'ai perdu l'sens de la grammaire J'suis r'tourné à l'ère primaire Mes pensées sont banales Enrichissantes, certes, mais vénales "Golden Boy", j'suis dans les affaires J'côtoies les grands de cett' terre En amour là, j'suis mal J'dévalue, j'gagne pas à l'oral La bourse de Tokyo vers minuit 9 heures de New York, c'est 15 heures à Paris Ça m'laisse pas l'temps d't'aimer "Golden Boy" pas le temps de rêver C'qui est compatible dans la vie C'est qu'les gens qui s'aiment se r'trouvent dans le même lit Déjà p'tit, à l'école J'faisais dans l'traffic de chewing-gum Coco-boer et Tutti Frutti Contre un d'voir, j'gonflais les prix Tête dans l'ordinateur J'suis devenu myope boursicoteur Puis un "raider" m'a tout appris Tous sauf le sens de la vie "Golden Boy", ça fait désordre Les p'tits déjs, les repas d'affaires Délits d'initiés le midi O.P.A. le soir, cocktails l'après-midi Sortir tard les clients "Queen", "Bains Douches", les endrotis "chébrans" Surtout pour un couple, c'est l'enfer garanti. "Golden Boy", ça doit faire Les p'tits déjs, les repas d'affaires Délits d'initiés le midi O.P.A. le soir, cocktails l'après-midi Ça m'laisse pas l'temps d't'aimer "Golden Boy" pas le temps de rêver C'qui est compatible dans la vie C'est qu'les gens qui s'aiment se r'trouvent dans le même lit "Golden Boy", ça doit faire Les p'tits déjs, les repas d'affaires Délits d'initiés le midi O.P.A. le soir, cocktails l'après-midi Golden Boy Golden Boy
Tattler ((Adapted from: You Can't Stop A Tattler - Part 2 (Washington Phillips) - 1968)) Composer(s): Ry Cooder - Russ Titelman - Washington Phillips Performer(s): Ry Cooder - 1974 and multiple other artists
Whenever you find a man that loves every woman he sees There's always some kind of woman that's a-puttin' him up a tree Now that kind of man, he ain't got as much sense as a mule You know, everyone don't love you, they're just a-playin' you for a fool
Mmmm, oh, no It's not hard for you to understand True love can be such a sweet harmony If you do the best that you can
If you marry the wrong kind of woman and you get where you can't agree Well, you just as well could get your hat and let that woman be But a man oughta make a good husband and quit tryin' to lead a fast life Goin' about dressin' up other women won't put clothes on his own wife
Well, there's lots of good women who wants to marry, and they want to live well at home But they're 'fraid they'll might get hold of a rowdy man, can't let other women alone And there's lots of good men wants to marry, and they wants to live well at home But every time they turn their back, there's another man there askin', "Darlin', is he gone?" "
Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein! Composer(s): Léo Ferré Performer(s): Léo Ferré
La Musique... La Musique... Où elle était la Musique?
Dans les salons lustrés aux lustres vénérés? Dans les concerts secrets aux secrets crinolines? Dans les temps reculés aux reculs empaffés? Dans les palais conquis aux conquêtes câlines?
C'est là qu'elle se pâme c'est là qu'elle se terre la Musique... Nous c'est dans la rue qu'on la veut la Musique! Et elle y viendra! Et nous l'aurons la Musique!
Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein!
Depuis voilà bientôt trente ans Depuis voilà bientôt dix jours Depuis voilà bientôt ta gorge Depuis voilà bientôt ta source Depuis que je traîne ma course Au creux des nuits comme un forçat À patibuler mon écorce
Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein!
Je suis un arbre non daté Depuis que je bois à ma porte Et que de l'enfer tu m'apportes De quoi trancher sur l'avenir Depuis que rien ne se dévore À part les ombres sur le mur Depuis que tu me sers encore La défaite sur canapé
Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein!
Une araignée m'a dit "bonsoir" Elle se traînait au crépuscule Depuis que mon âme bascule Vers des pays plus mécaniques Depuis que gavé de musique Je vais porter ma gueule ailleurs Une araignée m'a dit "d'ailleurs Le tout c'est d'avoir la pratique"
Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein!
Ludwig! Ludwig! T'es sourdingue? Ludwig la Joie Ludwig la Paix Ludwig! L'orthographe c'est con! Et puis c'est d'un très haut panache Et ton vin rouge a fait des taches Sur ta portée des contrebasses Ludwig! Réponds! T'es sourdingue ma parole!
Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein! Cela doit-il être? Cela est!
La Musique... La Musique... Où est-elle aujourd'hui? La Musique se meurt Madame! Penses-tu! La Musique?
Tu la trouves à Polytechnique Entre deux équations, ma chère! Avec Boulez dans sa boutique Un ministre à la boutonnière
Dans la rue la Musique! Music? in the street! La Musica? nelle strade! Beethoven strasse!
Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein! Cela doit-il être? Cela est!
