Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Volando (Adapted from: Sailing - 1972) Composer(s): Gavin Sutherland; Alessandro Colombini Performer(s): I Dik Dik - 1975
Titles In Other Languages: 1975 - Ma Musique 1998 - Ik Wil Varen
Navigando, navigando, sto volando via di qua verso un mondo, colorato, verso nuo ve realta` Che succede, che succede, l'o rizzonte non c'e` piu`, nella mente tra sparente sei rimasta solo tu Sono bianche le pareti, il tuo viso su di me naufragare in un sorriso inventato insieme a te Le tue mani, le tue mani innocenti su di me, come e` calda la tua pelle, sto tremando piu` di te Le tue mani, le tue mani innocenti su di me come e` calda la tua pelle, sto tre mando piu` di te Sto tremando piu` di te... Oh sto tremando piu` di te... Oh sto tremando piu` di te...
Pablo De Paja Composer(s): Fernando Ubiergo Performer(s): Fernando Ubiergo
Ella sonríe dorada de sol Arena blanca y olas de cartón Tiene mirada de "cómprame dos" y entre sus manos un sueño de latón
Tras la autopista y desde un trigal Pablo la mira, la quiere alcanzar Enamorado, tan flaco que está Bajo su abrigo el viento soplará
... Y lloverá, los autos pasarán Después una mirada atraviesa la humedad Y en el camino quedan dos Dándose besos de vapor Como fantasmas en la oscuridad Sintiendo amor Pablo de paja, niña de lata En la carretera treinta y dos
Todo era hermoso hasta que un camión Trajo un letrero de aceite super oil Y la muñeca del "cómprame dos" Sacrificada en trocitos de cartón
Tras la autopista y desde el trigal Pablo la mira, no la puede ayudar Desesperado la quiere alcanzar Espantapájaros, se queda en su lugar
... Y llorará, los pájaros vendrán Después un viento bueno Su sombrero hará volar Y en el camino eran dos Dándose besos de vapor Como fantasmas en la oscuridad Sintiendo amor Pablo de paja, niña de lata En la carretera treinta y dos
Sailing Composer(s): Christopher Cross First release by: Christopher Cross - 1980 Covered by multiple other artists
Well, it's not far down to paradise, at least it's not for me And if the wind is right you can sail away and find tranquility Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see Believe me
It's not far to never-never land, no reason to pretend And if the wind is right you can find the joy of innocence again Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see Believe me
Sailing takes me away to where I've always heard it could be Just a dream and the wind to carry me And soon I will be free
Fantasy, it gets the best of me When I'm sailing All caught up in the reverie, every word is a symphony Won't you believe me?
Sailing takes me away to where I've always heard it could be Just a dream and the wind to carry me And soon I will be free
Well it's not far back to sanity, at least it's not for me And if the wind is right you can sail away and find serenity Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see Believe me
Sailing takes me away to where I've always heard it could be Just a dream and the wind to carry me And soon I will be free
Pa' Trabajar Composer(s): Fito Páez Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto
El alma hace al cuerpo El cuerpo al hombre La lengua a sus palabras Y así arruinamos todo de un principio Sin querer decirnos nada Jugamos a agitar las multitudes En las plazas y en los barrios Habrá que afiliarse a algún partido Como comprar ciertos diarios Si bien debemos empezar de nuevo Aprendamos del pasado ... El lobo siempre se come al cordero Si éste se queda sentado El hombre es el espejo de sus actos No importa, las lágrimas húmedas se secarán Tejiendo en el mañana una sonrisa Que ayude pa' trabajar Que ayude pa' trabajar Hoy somos como un árbol en invierno Desprovisto de hojas verdes Hoy somos el futuro acumulado En la verede de enfrente Hoy somos el fruto de la cosecha La semilla adolecente Tenemos una casa tan, tan grande Y cada uno en su kiosco A ver si un día de estos la miramos Para ver si no es de otro A ver si un día de estos la miramos Nos veremos a nosotros El hombre es espejo ...
Sailin' Shoes Composer(s): Lowell George First release by: Little Feat - 1972 Covered by multiple other artists
There's a lady in a turban In a cocaine tree And she does a dance so rhythmically There's a crying and a singing Wouldn't have any time But don't that cocaine tree look fine
But you gotta put on your sailin' shoes Put on your sailin' shoes Everyone will start to cheer When you put on your sailin' shoes
Girl doctor doctor I feel so bad This is the worst day I've ever had Said happiness and misery Misery very long time Coz if you if I lay you on the line
But you gotta put on your sailin' shoes Put on your sailin' shoes Everyone will hip hooray When you put on your sailin' shoes
Jedidah He's got a dime says he catches more fish every time Well I've gotta line If you've got a pole Well I'll meet you at the fishing hole
But you gotta put on your sailin' shoes Put on your sailin' shoes Everyone will start to cheer When you put on your sailin' shoes
Pa' Todo El Año Composer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez Performer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez; and various other artists
Por tu amor que tanto quiero Y tanto extraño Que me sirvan otra copa y muchas mas Que me sirvan de una vez pa' todo el año Que me pienso seriamente enborrachar
Si te cuentan que vieron muy borracho Orgullosamente diles que es por ti Porque yo tendre el valor de no negarlo Gritare que por tu amor me estoy matando Y sabran que por tus besos me perdi
Para de hoy en adelante Ya el amor no me interesa Cantare por todo el mundo Mi dolor y mi tristeza
Porque se que de este golpe Ya no voy a levantarme Y aunque yo no lo quisiera Voy a morirme de amor ...
Sailin' Home Composer(s): Nockovic; Parfitt; Tucakovic Performer(s): Demis Roussos
Sailin' home across the ocean Sailin' home, we're goin' to be free Down below the crew's in motion To defy the violence of the sea Feelin' young, feelin' strong At the height of the fight So nothin' can go wrong We know we always wanna be fightin' the sea
The giant waves are rollin' higher It's gonna be a cold and rainy night The hands on deck are raw and tired Prayin' for a sign of distant light Feelin' young and feelin' strong And the might of the night Is pounding dark and long We know we always wanna be fightin' the sea
But there's the light and there's the fire The harbour quay shines dimly on the shore We can see the steeple's spire And now we know we won the fight once more Feelin' young and feelin' strong And tonight came out right Tomorrow could be wrong We know we always wanna be fightin' the sea
So young, so strong, so hard and long Feeling young and feeling strong And tonight came out right But tomorrow could be wrong We know we always wanna be fightin' the sea (Sailing home across the ocean) (Sailing home, going to be free) Going to be free (So young, so hard, so hard ...)
På Söndag English Title: On Sunday Composer(s): Stig Olin Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog & Christian (with Michael B. Tretow)
Det glada som hänt Den lycka vi känt Beror på att ``söcken'' Till helgdag blir vänt! På söndag, på söndag, på söndag!
Oh, vi går genom staden Av blommor och sten Och tar promenaden Igenom allén Sen åker vi väl I en karusell Vi önskar det aldrig den dagen blev kväll! Oh, vi önskar, vi önskar vareviga dag Var söndag, var söndag, var söndag
En ballong! (Det har vi inte råd med) En ballong! (Nej jag har inga pengar) Låt'en få en ballong, en enda gång! Oh, vareviga da' Vi ville det va' På söndag, på söndag, på söndag
Jag viskar ett ord Och middan är gjord På värdshuset väntar Bord, duka dig bord! På söndag, på söndag, på söndag!
Oh, så blir det assietter Och vin i karaff Sallad och kotletter Och Biff à la Paff Men på Gröna Lund Vi går om en stund Och sedan berättar jag allt för John Blund Oh, vi önskar, vi önskar vareviga dag Var söndag, var söndag, var söndag
Mera glass! (Nej nu får det vara nog) Mera glass! (Du får ont i magen då) Låt'en få mera glass i stora lass! Oh, vareviga da' Vi ville det va' På söndag, på söndag, på söndag
Sail On White Moon Composer(s): Johnny Bristol Performer(s): Boz Scaggs
Your world was not the kind I ever thought Id find Myself to be a part of Oh, but here I stand In the middle of a foreign land A stranger with love in his heart
Mmmmm, for love has no eyes It comes in no disguise Its free for those who want to share
And Ive chosen you to be mine So girl lets not waste no time Lets not worry bout what they say Lets take care of what is ours today
Sail on white moon Across the dark and starry sky Sail on white moon Our love wont die
But girl you must realize There be a difference in our lives Were gonna be rejected Oh, but thats to be expected
Sail on white moon Across the dark and starry sky Sail on white moon Across the dark and starry sky
P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing) Composer(s): James Ingram; Quincy Jones Performer(s): Michael Jackson; Mark Arneson; Jay-Kid
Where did you come from lady And ooh won't you take me there Right away won't you baby Tenderoni you've got to be Spark my nature Sugar fly with me
Don't you know now Is the perfect time We can make it right Hit the city lights Then tonight ease the lovin' pain Let me take you to the max
I wanna love you (P.Y.T.) Pretty young thing You need some lovin' (T.L.C.) And I'll take you there
I wanna love you (P.Y.T.) Pretty young thing You need some lovin' (T.L.C.) Tender lovin' care I'll take you there
Anywhere you wanna go
Nothin' can stop this burnin' Desire to be with you Gotta get to you baby Won't you come, it's emergency Cool my fire yearnin' Honey, come set me free
Don't you know now is the perfect time We can dim the lights Just to make it right In the night Hit the lovin' spot I'll give you all I've got
I wanna love you (P.Y.T.) Pretty young thing You need some lovin' (T.L.C.) Tender lovin' care And I'll take you there
I wanna love you (P.Y.T.) Pretty young thing You need some lovin' (T.L.C.) Tender lovin' care I'll take you there
I wanna love you (P.Y.T.) Pretty young thing You need some lovin' (T.L.C.) Tender lovin' care I'll take you there
Pretty young things, repeat after me (Michael) I said na na na (P.Y.T.'S) na na na (Michael) I said na na na na (P.Y.T.'s) na na na na (Michael) I said na na na (P.Y.T.'s) na na na (Michael) na na na na na (P.Y.T.'s) na na na na na (Michael) I wanna take you there
Sail On Sailor Composer(s): Tandyn Almer; Ray Kennedy; Van Dyke Parks; Jack Rieley; Brian Wilson Performer(s): The Beach Boys and multiple other artists
I sailed an ocean, unsettled ocean Through restful waters and deep commotion Often frightened, unenlightened Sail on, sail on sailor
I wrest the waters, fight Neptune's waters Sail through the sorrows of life's marauders Unrepenting, often empty Sail on, sail on sailor
Caught like a sewer rat alone but I sail Bought like a crust of bread, but oh do I wail
Seldom stumble, never crumble Try to tumble, life's a rumble Feel the stinging I've been given Never ending, unrelenting Heartbreak searing, always fearing Never caring, persevering Sail on, sail on, sailor
I work the seaways, the gale-swept seaways Past shipwrecked daughters of wicked waters Uninspired, drenched and tired Wail on, wail on, sailor
Always needing, even bleeding Never feeding all my feelings Damn the thunder, must I blunder There's no wonder all I'm under Stop the crying and the lying And the sighing and my dying
Sail on, sail on sailor Sail on, sail on sailor Sail on, sail on sailor Sail on, sail on sailor Sail on, sail on sailor Sail on, sail on sailor Sail on, sail on sailor
P ... De Toi Composer(s): Jean Bertola Performer(s): Georges Brassens
En ce temps-là, je vivais dans la lune Les bonheurs d'ici-bas m'étaient tous défendus Je semais des violettes et chantais pour des prunes Et tendais la patte aux chats perdus
Ah ah ah ah putain de toi Ah ah ah ah ah ah pauvre de moi
Un soir de pluie v'là qu'on gratte à ma porte Je m'empresse d'ouvrir, sans doute un nouveau chat Nom de dieu l'beau félin que l'orage m'apporte C'était toi, c'était toi, c'était toi
Les yeux fendus et couleur pistache T'as posé sur mon cur ta patte de velours Fort heureus'ment pour moi t'avais pas de moustache Et ta vertu ne pesait pas trop lourd
Au quatre coins de ma vie de bohème T'as prom'né, t'as prom'né le feu de tes vingt ans Et pour moi, pour mes chats, pour mes fleurs, mes poèmes C'était toi la pluie et le beau temps
Mais le temps passe et fauche à l'aveuglette Notre amour mûrissait à peine que déjà Tu brûlais mes chansons, crachais sur mes viollettes Et faisais des misères à mes chats
Le comble enfin, misérable salope Comme il n'restait plus rien dans le garde-manger T'as couru sans vergogne, et pour une escalope Te jeter dans le lit du boucher
C'était fini, t'avais passé les bornes Et, r'nonçant aux amours frivoles d'ici-bas J'suis r'monté dans la lune en emportant mes cornes Mes chansons, et mes fleurs, et mes chats
Sail On Composer(s): Lionel Richie First release by: The Commodores - 1979 Covered by multiple other artists
Sail on down the line 'Bout a half a mile or so And a don't really wanna know a Where you're goin' Maybe once or twice you see Time after time I tried-a to To hold on to what we got But a now you're goin' And I don't mind About the things you're gonna say Lord I gave all my money, and my time I know it's a shame But I'm givin you back your name Yeah, yeah Yes I'll be on my way I won't be back to stay I guess I'll move along I'm lookin' for a good time Sail on down the line Ain't it funny how time can gon on-a friends say they told me so But it doesn't matter It was plain to see that a small town boy like me Just-a wasn't your cup of tea It was wishful thinkin' I gave you my heart and I tried to make you happy And you gave me nothin' in return You know, it ain't so hard to say Would you please just go away Yeah, yeah I've thrown away the blue I'm tired of being used I want everyone to know I'm lookin' for a good time Good time, yeah. Sail on down the line Ain't it funny how time can gon on-a friends say they told me so But it doesn't matter It was plain to see that a small town boy like me Just-a wasn't your cup of tea It was wishful thinkin' I gave you my heart and I tried to make you happy And you gave me nothin' in return You know, it ain't so hard to say Would you please just go away Yeah, yeah Got nothin' else to lose I'm tired of being used I want everyone to know I'm lookin' for a good time Good time, yeah Whoa oh Sail on, honey Good times never felt so good Sail on sugar Good times never felt so good Sail on
I Took My Harp To A Party Composer(s): Noel Gay; Desmond Carter Performer(s): Gracie Fields; Billy Cotton
Christmas is coming, Christmas is coming Christmas is coming again But that never thrills me, the thought of it chills me I tell you it fills me with pain It makes me remember a Christmas gone by When I was extremely upset A night in December, an evening that I Would very much rather forget
For I took me harp to a party But nobody asked me to play The others were jolly and hearty But I wasn't feeling so gay They might have said, "Play us a tune we can sing" But somehow I don't think they noticed the thing I took me harp to a party But nobody asked me to play So... I took the darned thing away!
They asked Mrs. Morgan to play her mouth-organ And somebody else did a dance They Let Mrs. Carter perform a sonata But I wasn't given a chance A north country person called Sandy McPherson Played bagpipes and took off his coat While both the Miss Fawcetts bust out of their corsets In trying to take a top note
But I took me harp to a party Nobody asked me to play The others were jolly and hearty But I wasn't feeling so gay I felt so ashamed at not striking a note That I tried to hide the thing under me coat I took me harp to a party But nobody asked me to play So... I took the darned thing away!
They sang "Home Sweet Home" and "The Banks of Loch Lomond" And "All the King's Horses" and "Trees" While nephews and nieces kept playing their pieces And spreading their jam on the keys A daughter called Lena, played her concertina We all played ridiculous games 'Til old Mr. Dwyer, set his whiskers on fire And a fire engine played on the flames
But I took me harp to a party But nobody asked me to play So... I took the darned thing away!
Sail Away Composer(s): Rafe VanHoy Performer(s): The Oak Ridge Boys
Across the bay a lady waits to hold me tight And my boat and I are ready to set sail If the weather keeps on holdin' and the wind is right I'll be wrapped up in my sweet one's arms tonight
As I skip across the waves my sails are high and full My mind is on the one I wait to see And I dream about an island somewhere in my mind Where someday I will take her off with me
Then a smile comes upon me as I look across the bow I see a lady on the side But she will wait no more as I head for the shore Cause tonight I'm gonna take her for a ride
And we will sail away on the wings of love into the night Cast out our fortunes on the sea Then we will go to sleep together with the rocking of the water And dream of how our life will someday be When she sails away with me
I Saw Three Ships - 1833 (aka I Saw Three Ships A Sailing - 1991; On Christmas Day In The Morning)
(Traditional - 1833)
Performer(s): The Chieftains & Marianne Faithfull - 199
I saw three ships come sailing in on Christmas Day, on Christmas Day I saw three ships come sailing in on Christmas Day in the morning
And what was in those ships all three on Christmas Day, on Christmas Day? And what was in those ships all three on Christmas Day in the morning?
The Virgin Mary and Christ were there on Christmas Day, on Christmas Day The virgin Mary and Christ were there on Christmas Day in the morning
Sail Away Composer(s): Randy Newman First release by: Randy Newman - 1972 Covered by multiple other artists
In America you'll get food to eat Won't have to run through the jungle And scuff up your feet You'll just sing about Jesus and drink wine all day It's great to be an American
Ain't no lions or tigers-ain't no mamba snake Just the sweet watermelon and the buckwheat cake Ev'rybody is as happy as a man can be Climb aboard, little wog-sail away with me
Sail away-sail away We will cross the mighty ocean into Charleston Bay Sail away-sail away We will cross the mighty ocean into Charleston Bay
In America every man is free To take care of his home and his family You'll be as happy as a monkey in a monkey tree You're all gonna be an American
Sail away-sail away We will cross the mighty ocean into Charleston Bay Sail away-sail away We will cross the mighty ocean into Charleston Bay
I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus - 1952 (aka I Saw Daddy Kissing Santa Claus - 1997)
(French Version: Jai Vu Maman Embrasser Le Père Noël - 1956)
Composer(s): Tommie Connor
First release by: Jimmy Boyd - 1952
Covered by multiple other artists
I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus Underneath the mistletoe last night She didn't see me creep down the stairs to have a peep She thought that I was tucked up in my bedroom fast asleep
Then, I saw Mommy tickle Santa Claus Underneath his beard so snowy white Oh, what a laugh it would have been If Daddy had only seen Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night
So now it's up to you If I should stay or go Though I've had no thought of leavin' You ask if it hurts me Honey, I don't know It's like a dream A thin machine A piece of time that we exploded in Oh yes, we did I'm gonna sail away I'm gonna sail away I'm gonna sail away, sail away Goodbye And now it's up to you To stay inside my soul Though you had no thoughts of leavin' And all of love's promises I just don't know
I Saw Mommy Do The Mambo Composer(s): Robert Allen; Tommie Conner; Al Stillman Performer(s): Jimmy Boyd
I saw Mommy do the mambo with you know who You know who You know who I saw Mommy do the mambo with you know who All around the Christmas tree
In my slippers I come down the stairs two by two Two by two Two by two I saw Mommy do the mambo with you know who All around the Christmas tree
Last year I saw her kissin' Underneath his curly beard of white I won't say his name But his suit is red And he come down the chimney last night
I saw Mommy do the mambo with you know who You know who You know who I saw Mommy do the mambo with you know who All around the Christmas tree
(Oooh)
While the presents he was bringin' He was dancin', he was singin' And his whiskers, they were swingin' And I think I heard him say In his very merry way OLÉ!
(Oooh)
I saw Mommy do the mambo with you know who You know who You know who I saw Mommy do the mambo with you know who All around the Christmas tree
Last year I saw her kissin' Underneath his curly beard of white I won't say his name But his suit is red And he come down the chimney last night
I saw Mommy do the mambo with you know who You know who You know who I saw Mommy do the mambo with you know who All around the Christmas tree
