Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Late Great Johnny Ace Composer(s): Paul Simon - Philip Glass Performer(s): Paul Simon
I was reading a magazine And thinking of a rock and roll song The year was 1954 And I hadn't been playing that long When a man came on the radio And this is what he said He said I hate to break it To his fans But Johnny Ace is dead Well, I really wasn't Such a Johnny Ace fan But I felt bad all the same So I sent away for his photograph And I waited till it came It came all the way from Texas With a sad and simple face And they signed it on the bottom From the Late Great Johnny Ace
It was the year of The Beatles It was the year of The Stones It was 1964 I was living in London With the girl from the summer before It was the year of The Beatles It was the year of The Stones A year after J.F.K. We were staying up all night And giving the days away And the music was flowing Amazing And blowing my way
On a cold December evening I was walking through the Christmas tide When a stranger came up and asked me If I'd heard John Lennon had died And the two of us Went to this bar And we stayed to close the place And every song we played Was for The Late Great Johnny Ace
Chante L'amour
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Enfin le calme le silence La nuit se glisse à mes genoux Est-ce la chouette ou le hibou Ce cri tendu de fer de lance Plus rien ne se métamorphose Ma vie se fige tout à coup On dirait lorsque je compose Que je joue mon dernier atout
Un papillon cogne à la vitre Avec une ardeur obstinée Une lumière sous le nez Et nous voilà faisant le pitre À chacun sa lampe sa source À chacun son maître à danser Emmène-moi sur ta Grande Ourse O mon amour dont je suis né
Au loin les lumières s'allument Ce papier qui me tend les bras Chaque fois que je prends la plume Je tremble de peur et de froid Je vais j'hésite et je recule Qui veut se délivrer de moi Quel est donc ce feu qui me brûle Qui sonne l'heure à ce beffroi
Le temps s'égrène sous la treille Le crayon me glisse des doigts Quand ta robe en passant m'éveille L'amour est comme de la soie Enfants jouez à la marelle Dehors la pluie claque des doigts Tes lèvres passent en bruit d'ailes Je n'ai jamais aimé que toi
Fui Mujer Composer(s): Adrian Abonizio Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto
Dificil olvidar todo lo que perdí eso no es para mi material de vida botellas y almas queridas que la noche sublima en su medialuz. Antes de ser varón yo se que fui mujer lo siento al recordar algunos tramos cuando me miro las manos y son de un lejano pais de otra piel
Nostalgia de otra vida carbón que da la mina la fuerza necesaria para arder y en los ojos del espacio va silvandome despacio que soy trigo pa que otros puedan comer esto no termina nunca el amor es la pregunta y si estuve en otra vida fui mujer Conozco la canción falsia del querer la trágica comedia de la hombria creeen que llorar afemina y el dolór los obliga a llorar como mujer
The Last Worthless Evening Composer(s): Don Henley - John Corey - Stan Lynch Performer(s): Don Henley
I know you broke up with him And your heart's still on the shelf It's been over two years for me And I'm still not quite myself You can't be with someone new And you can't go back to him You're beginning to realize That it's sink or swim
I see you around sometimes And my heart just melts You're lookin' like if you had your wish You'd be somewhere else And it just breaks my heart To see you here this way Someday I'll get the nerve To walk up to you and say
This is the last worthless evening That you'll have to spend Just gimme a chance To show you how to love again This is the last worthless evening That you'll have to spend 'Cause I'll be there When your broken heart is on the mend
Every night it's the same old crowd in smokey rooms You catch a faint glimpse of love sometimes But it never blooms I've been around this block a time or two And I've made some big mistakes But girl I promise you, I promise you
This is the last worthless evening That you'll have to spend Just gimme a chance To show you how to love again This is the last worthless evening that you'll have to spend 'Cause it won't be long 'Till your little heart is on the mend
People inside their houses with the shades pulled down God knows, we could use some romance in this sleepy bedroom town I know you're still afraid to rush into anything But there're just so many summers And just so many springs
And this is the last worthless evening That you'll have to spend, baby Just gimme a chance, gimme a chance To show you love again This is the last worthless evening That you'll have to spend 'cause it won't be long 'Til your little heart is on the mend
That you'll have to spend Just gimme a chance to show you how to love again This is the last worthless evening That you'll have to spend 'cause it won't be long 'Til your little heart is on the mend
D.i.s.c.o.
Composer(s): Daniel Vangarde - Jean Kluger
Performer(s): Ottawan
D - i - s - c - o D - i - s - c - o D - i - s - c - o D - i - s - c - o D - i - s - c - o D - i - s - c - o D - i - s - c - o D - i - s - c - o Elle est disco Elle est disco Elle est disco Elle est disco
Elle est D Démoniaque Elle est I Hystérique Elle est S Satanique Elle est C C'est pas possible Elle est O ooooooooooooooooooooo
Elle est D Désirable Elle est I Irrésistible Elle est S Super sexy Elle est C C'est formidable Elle est O ooooooooooooooooooooo
Refrain
Elle est D Délirante Elle est I Immorale Elle est S Suffisante Elle est C C'est terrible Elle est O ooooooooooooooooooooo
Elle est D D douce douce Elle est I Hyper belle Elle est S Super simple Elle est C C'est un rêve Elle est O ooooooooooooooooooooo
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Elle est D Démoniaque Elle est I Hystérique Elle est S Satanique Elle est C C'est pas possible Elle est O ooooooooooooooooooooo
Elle est D Désirable Elle est I Irrésistible Elle est S Super sexy Elle est C C'est formidable Elle est O ooooooooooooooooooooo
Fugue For Tinhors Composer(s): Frank Loesser Performer(s): Stubby Kaye Quintet; and various other artists
Nicely: I got the horse right here The name is Paul Revere And here's a guy that says if the weather's clear Can do, can do This guy says the horse can do If he says the horse can do Can do, can do
For Paul Revere I'll bite I hear his foot's all right Of course it all depends if it rained last night Likes mud, likes mud This "X" means the horse likes mud If that means the horse like mud Likes mud, likes mud
I tell you Paul Revere Now this is no bum steer It's from a handicapper that's real sincere Can do, can do This guy says the horse can do If he says the horse can do Can do, can do Paul Revere I got the horse right here
Benny: I'm pickin' Valentine `Cause on the morning line The guy has got him figured at five to nine Has chance, has chance This guy says the horse has chance If he says the horse has chance Has chance, has chance
I know it's Valentine The morning works look fine Besides, the jockey's brother's a friend of mine Needs race, needs race This guy says the horse needs race If he says the horse needs race Needs race, needs race
I go for Valentine `Cause on the morning line The guy has got him figured at five to nine Has chance, has chance This guy says the horse has chance Valentine! I got the horse right here
Rusty Charlie: But look at Epitaph He wins it by a half According to this here in the Telegraph Big threat, big threat This guy calls the horse big threat If he calls the horse big threat Big threat, big threat
And just a minute, boys I got the feed box noise It says the great-grandfather was Equipoise Shows class, shows class This guy says the horse shows class If he says the horse shows class Shows class, shows class
So make it Epitaph He wins it by half According to this here in the Telegraph Epitaph! I got the horse right here!
Last Word In Lonesome Is Me Composer(s): Eddy Arnold Performer(s): Eddy Arnold
The last word in lonesome is me The last word in lonesome is me My heart is as lonely as a heart can be lonely The last word in lonesome is me
Too bad what's happened to our good love Too bad what's happened to our good love Sometimes our best isn't quite good enough And the last word in lonesome is me
The last word in lonesome is me The last word in lonesome is me My heart is as lonely as a heart can be lonely The last word in lonesome is me
Life is a desert and love quenches thirst Life is a desert and love quenches thirst We all have to hurt sometime this is my first time The last word in lonesome is me
The last word in lonesome is me The last word in lonesome is me My heart is as lonely as a heart can be lonely The last word in lonesome is me
Chante... Comme Si Tu Devais Mourir Demain ((Swedish Verion: Låt Oss Sjunga (Agneta Munther) - 1975)) Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë - Michel Fugain First release by: Michel Fugain - 1974
Chante la vie chante Comme si tu devais mourir demain Chante comme si plus rien n'avait d'importance Chante, oui chante Aime la vie aime Comm' un voyou comm' un fou comm' un chien Comme si c'était ta dernière chance Chante oui chante Tu peux partir quand tu veux Et tu peux dormir où tu veux Rêver d'une fille Prendre la Bastille Ou claquer ton fric au jeu Mais n'oublie pas
Chante la vie chante Comme si tu devais mourir demain Chante comme si plus rien n'avait d'importance Chante, oui chante Fête fais la fête Pour un amour un ami ou un rien Pour oublier qu'il pleut sur tes vacances Chante oui chante Et tu verras que c'est bon De laisser tomber sa raison Sors par les fenêtres Marche sur la tête Pour changer les traditions Mais n'oublie pas
Chante la vie chante Comme si tu devais mourir demain Chante comme si plus rien n'avait d'importance Chante, oui chante La la la....
Yo no elegí y no quiero yo no elegí y no quiero Quiero salir y no puedo quiero salir y no puedo Lejos de aquí hay un fuego lejos de aquí hay un fuego Si hay que brillar, brillaremos Si hay que acabar, acabemos Yo soy de aquí y del cielo yo soy de aquí y del cielo Dime que sí y lo haremos dime que sí y lo haremos Si hay que brillar, brillaremos Si hay que acabar acabemos
The Last Wall Of The Castle Composer(s): Jorma Kaukonen Performer(s): Jefferson Airplane
Gone swirling tears came she went today Down Fallen years go by No place in learning how to cry; I went astray Understanding is a virtue, hard to come by You can teach me how to love If you'll only try So please! Don't give up so soon
Sorry that I hurt her I went astray Hurt her mind and broke her heart But there's no stopping once you start; she went away Understanding is a virtue, hard to come by You can teach me how to love If you'll only try So please! Don't give up so soon
I never knew you the way you are The Blinded bird is not sincere His flying's done from only fear, he's lost his star Understanding is a virtue, hard to come by You can teach me how to love If you'll only try So please! Don't give up so soon...
Chant No. 1 Composer(s): Gary Kemp Performer(s): Spandau Ballet
I checked the time, it was almost time a curious smell,an intangible crime I'm washing my clothes,but the stain still grows cover your eyes,the stain still shows
I feel the gaze against my skin I feel the gaze against my skin I know this feeling is a lie I know this feeling is a lie there's a guilt within my mind there's a guilt within my mind I know this feeling is a lie I know this feeling is a lie
I don't need this pressure on
oh I should question not ignore oh I should question not ignore songs are always buried deep songs are always buried deep
there's a lion in my arms there is a motion in my arm oh I should question not ignore I should believe and not ignore
I don't need this pressure on you go down,down pass the talk of town you go down greek street then it's underground well it's Soho life for this mobile knife it's the place to shoot Friday night Beat Route
Fuego Composer(s): J.M. Gallardo Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo
Fuego, mi corazón es fuego todo gira alrededor de ti Fuego, todo mi cuerpo es fuego esta tarde vendrás a verme aquí Sólo es cuestión, un par de horas más tiemblo de amor, y siento que al verte moriré Puse, la música más bella y el perfume, que a ti te gusta más Tengo, el vino en la nevera y la cena, apunto de acabar Miro el reloj, pronto llegarás te esperaré, y haremos de nuevo el amor Pronto, te tocarán mis dedos y mi boca, te besará otra vez Quiero, sentir como suspiras en mis brazos, hasta el amanecer Suenan las diez, estás tardando ya que ocurrirá, si habíamos quedado a las seis Tiemblo al oír, el teléfono llamar suena tu voz, me dices que no podrás venir Oh, no
Chant Down Babylon
Composer(s): Bob Marley
First release by: Bob Marley & The Wailers - 1983
Covered by multiple other artists
Come we go burn down Babylon one more time (Come we go burn down Babylon one more time) Come we go chant down Babylon one more time (Come we go chant down Babylon) For them soft! Yes, them soft! (ah-yoy!) Them soft! Yes, them soft! (ah-yoy!) So come we go chant down Babylon one more time (Come we go chant down Babylon)!
Men see their dreams and aspiration-a Crumble in front of their face And all of their wicked intention To destroy the human race
And how I know - and how I know - and that's how I know A Reggae Music, mek we chant down Babylon With music, mek we chant down Babylon This music, mek we chant down Babylon This music, come we chant down Babylon
Come we go chant down Babylon one more time (Come we go chant down Babylon one more time) Come we go chant down Babylon one more time (Come we go chant down Babylon) For them soft! Yes, them soft! (ah-yoy!) Them soft! Me say, Them soft! (ah-yoy!) So come we go chant down Babylon one more time (Come we go chant down Babylon)!
Me say, Music you're - music you're the key Talk to who? Please talk to me Bring the voice of - of the Rastaman Communicating to - 'cating to everyone
How I (know) - how I know, how I (know) - how I know And that's how I know A Reggae Music, chant down - chant down - chant down Babylon Chant down Babylon, chant down Babylon Chant down Babylon! Reggae Music, chant down Babylon! Reggae Music, chant down Babylon! Reggae Music, chant down Babylon! Reggae Music! (chant down Babylon)
Fue En Un Cafe English Title: Under The Boardwalk Composer(s): Arthur Resnick; Kenny Young Performer(s): Los Apson; and various other artists
Cuando yo recuerdo que una vez la abandone yo me pongo a llorar y no se que hacer para olvidar oh yo no se que voy a hacer su ausencia me mata y yo no puedo volver
(fue en un cafe) donde yo la deje (fue en un cafe) donde la abandone (fue en un cafe) donde la vi llorar (fue en un cafe) y no quise escuchar (fue en un cafe e e)
Cuando yo recuerdo que una vez me engaño el dolor me hace ver que al dejarla yo tuve razón oh yo no se que voy a hacer su ausencia me mata y yo no puedo volver
(fue en un cafe) donde yo la deje (fue en un cafe) donde la abandone (fue en un cafe) donde la vi llorar (fue en un cafe) y no quise escuchar (fue en un cafe e e)
(fue en un cafe) donde yo la deje (fue en un cafe) donde la abandone (fue en un cafe) donde la vi llorar (fue en un cafe) y no quise escuchar (fue en un cafe e e)
The Last Time I Saw You Composer(s): Marjorie Goetschius - Edna Osser Performer(s): Doris Day and multiple other artists
Was the last time I saw you the last time? Or can I hope to hold you once more? What about me could have made you doubt me Want to live without me, loving me no more? From the first time I saw you, I loved you And to me darling you were romance Was the last time I saw you the last time? Or will you give love one more chance?
From the first time I saw you, I loved you And to me darling you were romance Was the last time I saw you the last time? Or will you give love one more chance?
Chanson Inachevée Composer(s): Michel Rivgauche - Pascal Sevran Performer(s): Dalida
Mesdames, messieurs regardez-moi J'ai dans les yeux un cinéma Mesdames, messieurs n'ayez pas peur Ce n'est rien qu'une histoire de cur Elle n'est pas très originale Je le sais mais ça m'est égal Et puis même si ça finit mal Pour moi l'amour c'est capital Et tout au fond de ma mémoire Comme un vieux film du passé J'ai revu ceux qui m'ont fait croire Que ça pouvait durer l'éternité
Entre l'amour de la chanson Et la chanson de mes amours La vie m'a joué quarante cinq tours Et j'ai au couer quelques sillons Quand j'ai aimé la première fois Pour le grand soir de ma première Y avait que lui y avait que moi Et au parterre y avait la terre
Solitude Dès que mes yeux s'entrouvrent Solitude Comme un tome découvre... "Je ne sais plus où je suis"
The Last Time I Saw Richard Composer(s): Joni Mitchell Performer(s): Joni Mitchell
The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in sixty-eight And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe You laugh, he said you think you're immune Go look at your eyes, they're full of moon You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you All those pretty lies, pretty lies When you gonna realise they're only pretty lies Only pretty lies, just pretty lies
He put a quarter in the Wurlitzer, and he pushed Three buttons and the thing began to whirr And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie And she said, "Drink up now it's gettin' on time to close" "Richard, you haven't really changed", I said It's just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head You got tombs in your eyes, but the songs You punched are dreaming Listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so sweet When you gonna get yourself back on your feet? Oh and love can be so sweet, love so sweet
Richard got married to a figure skater And he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator And he drinks at home now most nights with the TV on And all the house lights left up bright I'm gonna blow this damn candle out I don't want Nobody comin' over to my table I got nothing to talk to anybody about All good dreamers pass this way some day Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes Dark cafes Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings And fly away Only a phase, these dark cafe days
