Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Tausend Wunder ((Swedish Version: Jag Skall Göra Allt (Agnetha Fälskog)) Composer(s): Agnetha Fälskog - Ben Juris Performer(s): Agnetha Fälskog
Daß die Nebel steigen in den Bergen Daß die Wolken immer weiterziehen Es muß so sein und keiner hält sie auf
Daß die Blumen blühen auf den Wiesen Daß die Sonne abends untergeht Er ist irgendwo und hat es so bestimmt
Tausend Wunder gibt es auf dieser Welt Tausend Wunder, die wir nicht sehen Tausend Wunder, sind sie auch noch so klein Sie geschehen tagaus, tagein Mach' die Augen auf, denn schön ist diese Welt
Daß es Liebe gibt hier auf der Erde Daß du Freunde hast die dich verstehen Daß du Träume hast die in Erfüllung gehen
Daß du traurig warst und wieder glücklich bist Und voll Hoffnung in die Zukunft siehst Er ist irgendwo und hat es so bestimmt
Tausend Wunder gibt es auf dieser Welt Tausend Wunder, die wir nicht sehen Tausend Wunder, sind sie auch noch so klein Sie geschehen tagaus, tagein Mach' die Augen auf, denn schön ist diese Welt
Mutual Admiration Society Composer(s): Matt Dubey; Harold Karr Performer(s): Jaye P. Morgan and various other artists
We belong to a Mutual Admiration Society My baby and me We belong to a Mutual Admiration Society
I think he's handsome and he's smart I thinks that she's a work of art I say that he's the greatest man And likewise I'm her biggest fan I say her kisses are like wine His kiss is just is good as mine And that's the way we pass the time of day My baby and me We belong to a Mutual Admiration Society
I say now you're the sweetest one I say, no you're the sweetest one She claims that I'm a natural wit He says it's just the opposite The only fighting that we do is Just who loves who more than who And we go on like that from night til dawn My baby and me Oh, we belong to a Mutual Admiration Society
Now I do not exaggerate I think she's nothing short of great I say that kind of flattery Will get you any place with me The way we carry on it tends To just embarass all our friends And that is how we'll still be years from now My baby and me We belong to a Mutual Admiration Society My baby and me We belong to a Mutual Admiration Society My baby and me
Golden Ring Composer(s): Bobby Braddock; Rafe Van Hoy Performer(s): Tammy Wynette; and various other artists
In a pawn shop in Chicago On a sunny summer day A couple gazes at the wedding rings There on display She smiles and nods her head As he says: "Honey that's for you "It's not much, but it's the best "That I can do"
Golden ring, (Golden ring) With one tiny little stone Waiting there, (Waiting there) For someone to take to you home By itself, (By itself) It's just a cold metallic thing Only love can make a golden wedding ring
In a little wedding chapel Later on that afternoon An old upright piano Plays that old familiar tune Tears roll down her cheeks And happy thoughts run through her head As he whispers low "With this ring, I thee wed"
Golden ring, (Golden ring) With one tiny little stone Waiting there, (Waiting there) For someone to take to you home By itself, (By itself) It's just a cold metallic thing Only love can make a golden wedding ring
In a small two room apartment As they fought their final round He says: "You won't admit it "But I know you're leavin' town" She says: "One thing's for certain "I don't love you any more" And throws down the ring As she walks out the door
Golden ring, (Golden ring) With one tiny little stone Waiting there, (Waiting there) For someone to take to you home By itself, (By itself) It's just a cold metallic thing Only love can make a golden wedding ring
In a pawn shop in Chicago On a sunny summer day A couple gazes at the wedding rings There on display
Golden Ribbons Composer(s): Kenny Loggins; Jim Messina Performer(s): Loggins & Messina
Listen to the people crying Hoping for the day they'll be free I dont have to tell you we're (they're) dieing Just wake up, take a look, what do You see? I see young men my own age in coffins And mothers in tears for their sons* And sweethearts and wives Alone with their memories And golden ribbons those fortunes of war Thousands and thousands Shall gather together To seek and find the Way we all need And the son will bring (backhanded glory) us together Hallelujah and rid ourselves of the pain we all see We see young men our own age in coffins And Mothers in tears for their sons And Sweethearts and wives Alone with their memories And golden ribbons those fortunes of war What does it to avail a man To gain fortune And lose his soul?
Weißt du schon, was man fühlt wenn da jemand auf dich ziehlt? Und man ahnt schon irgendwie wenn er dich trifft, hast du verspielt Weißt du auch wie das ist wenn da jemand auf dich schießt? Na, das sind vielleicht Momente die man nicht so schnell vergißt
Der da schießt, ist als Amor bekannt und wenn er seinen Bogen mal spannt dann fliegt ein Pfeil durch die Luft so ein Pfeil durch die Luft 1000 rosarote Pfeile schießt er durch die blaue Nacht und du solltest einmal hören wenn er trifft, wie er dann lacht 1000 rosarote Pfeile schießt er, und wir halten still weil ja schließlich jeder von uns mal getroffen werden will
Er schießt kreuz, er schießt quer hat er keine Pfeile mehr nimmt er einfach seinen Bogen und wirft ihn noch hinterher Er visiert jeden an und man weiß nicht einmal wann Er schafft's immer, daß am Ende man noch happy enden kann
Der da schießt, ist als Amor bekannt und wenn er seinen Bogen mal spannt dann fliegt ein Pfeil durch die Luft so ein Pfeil durch die Luft 1000 rosarote Pfeile schießt er durch die blaue Nacht und du solltest einmal hören, wenn er trifft, wie er dann lacht 1000 rosarote Pfeile schießt er, und wir halten still weil ja schließlich jeder von uns mal getroffen werden will
Vor dem Trick sei hier nochmals gewarnt manchmal steht er als Denkmal getarnt dann fliegt ein Pfeil durch die Luft so ein Pfeil durch die Luft 1000 rosarote Pfeile schießt er durch die blaue Nacht und du solltest einmal hören, wenn er trifft, wie er dann lacht 1000 rosarote Pfeile sind die Garantie dafür daß ihr alle so verliebt seit, so verliebt genau wie wir 1000 rosarote Pfeile schießt er, und wir halten still weil ja schließlich jeder von uns mal getroffen werden will
Mutiny In The Nursery Composer(s): Johnny Mercer Performer(s): Paul Whiteman and various other artists
There's mutiny in the nursery There's mutiny in the nursery Mother Goose is on the loose Her kids are swingin' out
There's mutiny in the nursery And music in the nursery Mother Goose is on the loose You ought to hear them shout
If you could see miss Jenny Jones, Jenny Jones, Jenny Jones If you could see miss Jenny Jones you'd find her swinging lightly And lately Mary won't get up, she won't get up, she won't get up She stays out too late nightly
Oats, peas, beans and barley grow Oats, peas, beans and barley grow You and I and everyone knows how Oats, peas, beans and barley grow
Oats, peas, beans and barley grow How they do it, I don't know But if you hand me my horn I promise I won't blow no corn
Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep but she knows just where to find them For they all stand around the bend waggin' their tails behind them
One little, two little, three little jittterbugs Four little, five little, six little jittterbugs Seven little, eight little, nine little jittterbugs Ten little jitterbug boys Ten, nine, eight little jitterbugs Seven, six, five little jitterbugs Four, three, two little jitterbugs One little jitterbug girl
Mutiny, mutiny, must have mutiny Mutiny, mutiny, must have mutiny Swing out, kids, swing out
There was mutiny in the nursery when they all got loose They began to yell for old Mother Goose
Get on down, all together Get on down, take a gander Get on down, struck on home Don't miss the jamboree
Mutiny, mutiny, must have mutiny... In the nursery!
Golden Opportunity Composer(s): Kenny Lee Lewis; Gary Mallaber Performer(s): Steve Miller Band
Watching the hands strike midnight Reading the writing on the wall Just in time to chase your dream You got a chance to make it You got a chance to take it all Don't let it slip through your fingers
Runnin', hide'n Slippin', slide'n Wastin' time You been there before
Go, go It's a golden opportunity Go, go It's a golden opportunity Go, go It's a golden opportunity
You got a hometown sweetheart She's got love that won't stop She's so satisfied to be right by your side And if you both believe it You know you can achieve it all Don't let it slip through your fingers
Runnin', hide'n Slippin', slide'n Wastin' time I've been there before
Go, go It's a golden opportunity Go, go It's a golden opportunity Go, go It's a golden opportunity Go, go It's a golden opportunity Go, go It's a golden opportunity Go, go It's a golden opportunity
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
