Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Birds And The Bees ((Danish Version: Blomster Og Bier (Birthe Kjær) - 1974)) Composer(s): Herb Newman First release by: Jewel Akens - 1964 Covered by multiple other artists
Let me tell you 'bout the birds and the bees And the flowers and the trees And the moon up above And a thing called "Love"
Let me tell you 'bout the stars in the sky And a girl and a guy And the way they could kiss On a night like this
When I look into your big brown eyes It's so very plain to see That it's time you learned about the facts of life Starting from A to Z
Let me tell you 'bout the birds and the bees And the flowers and the trees And the moon up above And a thing called "Love" (Yeah!)
When I look into your big brown eyes It's so very plain to see That it's time you learned about the facts of life Starting from A to Z
Let me tell you 'bout the birds and the bees And the flowers and the trees And the moon up above And a thing called "Love"
Let me tell you 'bout the birds and the bees And the flowers and the trees And the birds and the bees And the flowers and the trees 'bout the birds
The Bird On My Head Composer(s): Ross Bagdasarian Performer(s): David Seville
(words in brackets are sung by the bird)
I'm just sittin' in a vacant lot with a bird sittin' on my head I'm just sittin' in a vacant lot with a bird sittin' on my head Wicked, wicked, cruel, cruel world What have you done to me? I belong in someone's arms (and I belong in a tree)
Wicked, wicked, cruel, cruel world This is no kind of life I should have a house and bed (and I should have me a wife)
We're just sittin' in a vacant lot and we haven't got a dime The bird and me, lonely as can be, we're together all the time
Wicked, wicked, cruel, cruel world What have you done to me? I belong in someone's arms (and I belong in a tree)
Wicked, wicked, cruel, cruel world What I say is no lie We've been sittin' here so long (that I forgot how to fly)
I'm just sittin' in a vacant lot (and I'm sittin' on his head)
(both) The things we want we haven't got need a tree and house and bed
(both) Wicked, wicked, cruel, cruel world What have you done to me? (He belongs in someone's arms) and he belongs in a tree
(both) Wicked, wicked, cruel, cruel world This is no kind of life (He should have a house and bed) and he should have him a wife
Wicked, wicked, cruel, cruel world What have you done to me? I belong in someone's arms...
Canción Para Un Amigo
Composer(s): J.L. Ubiergo - Fernando Ubiergo
Performer(s): Fernando Ubiergo
No he podido olvidarte amigo mío no he podido sacarte de mi mente ni apagar esa Luna creciente que alumbraba indiferente esa noche en tu camino
No he podido olvidar tu melodía artesano, noble guitarrero más allá de la pala y el sombrero se escondía un hombre bueno con voz de melancolía
Al vuelo 403 llamaron rezaste el Padre Nuestro en el adiós mordiéndote la rabia y la tristeza valiente te pusiste el cinturón y el sol quiso abrazarte esa mañana pero ya estaba escrita, tú última canción
No he podido olvidarte amigo mío pues el tiempo agranda tu recuerdo charrúa de carnet y de nacimiento chileno de razón y sentimiento que en esta tierra hiciste el nido
No he podido olvidar, no lo podría al Quijote que sin armadura defendió su credo y su locura con una guitarra y partituras y desafió a la noche con su vida
Al vuelo 403 llamaron rezaste el Padre Nuestro en el adiós mordiéndote de rabia y de tristeza valiente te pusiste en cinturón y el sol quiso abrazarte esa mañana pero ya estaba escrita, tú última canción
Feelin' Stronger Every Day Composer(s): Peter Cetera; James Pankow Performer(s): Chicago
I do believe in you And I know you believe in me Oh yeah Oh yeah And now we realize Love's not all that it's supposed to be Oh yeah Oh yeah
And knowing that you would have wanted it this way I do believe I'm feelin' stronger every day
I know we really tried Together we had love inside Oh yeah Oh yeah So now the time has come For both of us to live on the run Oh yeah Oh yeah
And knowing that you would have wanted it this way I do believe I'm feelin' stronger every day Yeah, yeah, yeah
After what you've meant to me Ooh baby now I can make it easily Yeah, yeah, yeah I know that we both agree Best thing to happen to you The best thing that happened to me Yeah, yeah, yeah
Feelin' stronger every day Feelin' stronger every day Feelin' stronger every day (You know I'm alright now) Feelin' stronger every day (You know I'm alright now) Feelin' stronger every day (You know I'm alright now) Feelin' stronger every day (You know I'm alright now) Feelin' stronger every day (You know I'm alright now) Feelin' stronger every day (You know I'm alright now) Feelin' stronger every day (You know I'm alright now) Feelin' stronger every day (You know I'm alright now) Feelin' stronger every day
Canción Para Mi Soldado Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Si caigo en el camino hagan cantar mi fusil y ensanchenle su destino porque no debe morir si caigo en el camino como puede suceder que sigo el canto mi amigo cumpliendo con su deber
La muerte pone un dilvido en los oidos del hombre canto que no tiene nombre cancion que busca su trino cumple en la selva destino simple de hombre militante el turno de los instantes de su verdadera suerte como me manda la muerte con su palabra quemante
Si caigo en el camino...
Cancion para mi soldado es la que quiero cantar y con ella confesar que es un canto enamorado el de ayer, el de despues cuando elegimos el rumbo bajo la estrella del Che
Looky over there, sunshine in her hair That's my girl, her name is Skooby-Doo Don'tcha like her smile? Don'tcha like her style? You know I'd walk a mile for Skooby-Doo
Oh my Skooby-Doo I'll do ya what you want me to Oh my Skooby-Doo You got my lonely head a-reeling all the time Feelin' so good So good Feelin' so good
Anytime at all I wanna have a ball All I do is call my Skooby-Doo She can make me laugh in a minute in a half Yes, I'm going daff with Skooby-Doo
Oh my Skooby-Doo I'll do ya what you want me to Oh my Skooby-Doo You got my only head a-reeling all the time Feelin' so good So good Feelin' so good
Oh my I love you Skooby-Doo, I love you I said a "S" "K" "O-O" "B" "Y" "D-O-O" oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Diamonds and a ring, presents I could bring Wouldn't mean a thing to Skooby-Doo Sunday after mass picnic in the grass Diggin' Mama Cass with Skooby-Doo
Oh my Skooby-Doo I'll do ya what you want me to Oh my Skooby-Doo You got my only head a-reeling all the time Feelin' so good So good Feelin' so good So good
Feelin' so good
Whompa bow bow Whompa bow bow Whompa bow bow My Skooby-Doo Feelin' so good
The Bird Composer(s): Hal Coleman - Barry Etris Performer(s): Jerry Reed
Well my throat was dry and I was getting late And I was at this bat on the interstate When this guy with a bird on his shoulder walked in the door And he proceeded to tell me the strangest thing He said, Sir this bird of mine can sing like no other bird Youve never heard before! Well I just looked at the guy and said Oh really? And he turned to the bird and saidDo ole Willie When that bird started singing I almost hit the floor Whiskey River take my mind Dont let her memory torture me Whiskey River dont run dry Youre all I got to take care of me Well if that ain't the durndest thing I thought, son, what a heck of a thing A man could get rich making that bird sing And I could feel this wild idear comin' on strong I said, Im just sittin here with two weeks pay And Id probably blow it all anyway Ill buy that bird If hell do one more song Maybe I didnt hold you quite as often as I should have You were always on my mind You were always on my mind I said, well that does it sir, yep Id like to buy that bird Would $500.00 take him off your hands? Well, he thought for a while and he said, alright He handed me the bird and he said goodnight Counted the money and out the door he ran I was thinkin Id found the rainbows end My ship would soon be rolling in When that bird sailed out the door And he was gone And as I watched him leave I got boilin mad Cause I knew right then that Id been had And as he faded in the night he was singing this song On the road again I just cant wait to get on the road again (Somebody stop that bird!) The life I love is making money with my friend And I cant wait to get on the road again
Canción Para Luchar
Composer(s): León Gieco - Luis Gurevich
Performer(s): León Gieco
Canción para cantar unidos y haciendo frente a la intolerancia ciega de unos pocos dementes que arrastran en su discurso la sangre de un pueblo débil
Canción para aclarar las cosas que están pendientes justicia que queda chica donde la vida no vale Por tantos gobiernos sordos más fotos y más escraches
Canción del bien, canción del mal Para reír, para luchar Si hoy voy por vos, yo esperaré Si me llamás, aquí estaré
Canción para decir las cosas que pocos dicen Por lo general, la gente si no le pasa, no siente Y así todo se repite y así nunca se lo aprende
Canción para sacar más fuerzas de la galera de este mundo de magias y de maldad verdadera Hoy salvo a muchos del hambre y enveneno cielo y tierra
Feelin' Satisfied Composer(s): Tom Scholz Performer(s): Boston; Dark One Lite
Well come on All you people The time has come to get together You gotta have a little rock 'n' roll music To get you through the stormy weather And do whatever you feel when you let go Nothin's gonna help you more than rock 'n' roll
So come on, put you hands together You know it's now or never Take a chance on rock 'n' roll
Ooo are you feelin' satisfied Come on let us give your mind a ride Ooo are you ready tonight Come on let us give your mind a ride You can do what you like Come on let us give your mind a ride
Oh that funky feelin' Is what you need to get you through You oughta know I'll tell you somethin' Don't let your troubles get to you 'Cause win or lose it's alright Well take control And nothin's gonna help you more than rock 'n' roll
So come on Put you hands together You know it's now or never Take a chance on rock 'n' roll
Ooo are you feelin' satisfied Come on let us give your mind a ride Ooo are you ready tonight Come on let us give your mind a ride You can do what you like Come on let us give your mind a ride
The Bilbao Song Composer(s): Bertolt Brecht Kurt Weill - Johnny Mercer Performer(s): Andy Williams and multiple other artists
That old Bilbao moon, I won't forget it soon That old Bilbao moon, just like a big balloon That old Bilbao moon would rise above the dune While Tony's beach saloon rocked with an old-time tune We'd sing a song the whole night long and I can still recall Those were the greatest (those were the greatest) Those were the greatest (those were the greatest) Those were the greatest nights of them all
No paint was on the door (no paint was on the door) The grass grew through the floor (the grass grew through the floor) Of Tony's two by four (of Tony's two by four) On the Bilbao shore (on the Bilbao shore) But there were friends galore (howdy do, howdy do) And there was beer to pour (chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug) And moonlight on the shore (and the moon shines above) That old Bilbao shore (on the shore, not the rug) We'd sing all night with all our might and I can still recall Those were the greatest (those were the greatest) Those were the greatest (those were the greatest) Those were the greatest nights of them all
That old Bilbao moon, I won't forget it soon That old Bilbao moon, just like a big balloon That old Bilbao moon would rise above the dune While Tony's beach saloon rocked with an old-time tune We'd sing all night with all our might and I can still recall Those were the greatest (those were the greatest) Those were the greatest (those were the greatest) Those were the greatest nights of them all
Feelin' Reelin' Squeelin' Composer(s): Kevin Ayers Performer(s): Soft Machine; University of Errors
This is a token of words unspoken to you Honey I'm feeling, reeling and squeeling for you Why don't you tell me one way or another That you'd rather be your father and mother?
This is a feeling from the ceiling of my dream I get hung up tied and strung up on your scene It doesn't matter what I say, you're safely tucked away You've got your simple way, I'm something far away
Aren't you happy? Aren't you happy?
I've been dreaming You've been screaming all night You said take me I said wake me - it's all right
Hell is the hung-up mind Looking for things to find You'll look but will not see Outside your fantasy That's all useless - ain't it honey?
The Biggest Sin Of All Composer(s): Benny Davis - Ted Murray Performer(s): Connie Francis
Backup (intro): And that was the biggest sin of all
Connie: It was a sin the way you lied to me The way you broke my heart But that was not the biggest sin of all It was a sin the way you made me cry And vowed we'd never part But that was not the biggest sin of all
You promised to be faithful And I trusted in you Oh, what a sin You just couldn't be true But the biggest sin of all Was when you made believe you were mine When there was somebody else All the time
I should have known you didn't love me With all those lied that you told And I should've known That there was another When your kisses were so cold Yes, I closed my eyes Too much in love to see Oh, why, did this ever have to happen to me
Yes, the biggest sin of all Was when you made believe you were mine When there was somebody else All the time
Canción En Harapos Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Que fácil es agitar un pañuelo a la tropa solar del manifiesto marxista y la historia del hambre que fácil es suspirar ante el gesto del hombre que cumple un deber y regalarle ropitas a la pobrecita hija del chofer que fácil de enmascarar sale la oportunidad
Que fácil es engañar al que no sabe leer cuántos colores, cuántas facetas tiene el pequeño burgués
Que fácil es trascender con fama de original pero se sabe que entre los ciegos el tuerto suele mandar que fácil de apuntalar sale la vieja moral que se disfraza de barricada de los que nunca tuvieron nada qué bien prepara su mascara el pequeño burgués
Viva el harapo señor y la mesa sin mantel viva el que huela a callejuela a palabrota y taller
Desde una mesa repleta cualquiera decide aplaudir la caravana en harapos de todos los pobres desde un mantel importado y un vino añejado se lucha muy bien desde una mesa gigante y un auto elegante se sufre también en un amable festín se suele ver combatir
Si fácil es abusar más fácil es condenar y hacer papeles para la historia para que te haga un lugar
Que fácil es protestar por la bomba que cayó a mil kilómetros del ropero y del refrigerador que fácil es escribir algo que invite a la acción contra tiranos, contra asesinos contra la cruz o el poder divino siempre al alcance de la vidriera y el comedor
Viva el harapo señor y la mesa sin mantel viva el que huela a callejuela a palabrota y taller
