Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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If I Were Your Woman Composer(s): Gloria Jones; Pam Sawyer; Clarence McMurray First release by: Gladys Knight & The Pips - 1970 Covered by multiple other artists
If I were your woman and you were my man You'd have no other woman, you'd be weak as a lamb If you had the strength to walk out that door My love would overrule my sense and I'd call you back for more If I were your woman If I were your woman and you were my man
She tears you down darlin', says you're nothing at all But I'll pick you up darlin' when she lets you fall You're like a diamond, but she treats you like glass Yet you beg her to love you, but me, you don't ask
If I were your woman, if I were your woman If I were your woman, here's what I'd do I'd never no no stop loving you
Life is so crazy, a love is unkind Because she came first darlin' will she hang on your mind You're a part of me and you don't even know it I'm what you need, but I'm too afraid to show it
If I were your woman, if I were your woman If I were your woman, here's what I'd do I'd never no no stop loving you
El Pozo Composer(s): Manuel Alejandro
Performer(s): Raphael
Tan cerca de mí te he tenido siempre Tan cerca de mí que no pude ver Que eras tú el amor, ese gran amor Que he buscado siempre y no encontré Yo buscaba amor con el mismo afán Que rescata el mar sus olas de la playa Y no lo encontré, y no lo encontraba Porque nunca en ti pensé Hay que aprovechar las horas que perdimos Y recuperar el tiempo que se fue Y querernos más que nadie se ha querido En un sólo día y una sola vez Cómo no pensé que tú me esperabas Ni escuché el amor que había en tus palabras Cómo si eras tú lo que yo buscaba Cómo no lo pude ver Que eras tú el amor, ese gran amor Que he buscado siempre y no encontré
El Porompompero Composer(s): Enrico Macias - Juan Solano
Performer(s): Enrico Macias
Mon cur enfermé dans ta cage Mon cur tu sembles gai Pourquoi brusquement ce langage Qu'as-tu donc à me raconter Dis-moi, dis-moi quel secret te fait battre de joie Dis-moi, s'il te plaît qui tu aim's réponds-moi Comment fais-tu réponds-moi Porompompon! Porom poron, pero, pero, pero, pero! Porom poron, pero, pero, pero, pero Porom, pero, pero pon
Je sais moi aussi qu'ell' est belle Mais toi tu me parles d'amour Si toi tu ne bats que pour elle Moi j'ai peur de souffrir un jour Dis-moi, dis-moi quelles sont les raisons de ton choix Comment es-tu sûr qu'elle m'aime déjà Comment sais-tu réponds-moi! Porompompon! Porom poron, pero, pero, pero, pero! Porom poron, pero, pero, pero, pero Porom, pero, pero pon
Mon cur j'ai reçu ton message Et comprends que dans ta voix Tu veux que je partes en voyage Avec un amour à mon bras Dis-moi, dis-moi que son cur en accord avec toi Est comme un écho qui répond à ta voix Mon cur redoublons de joie Porompompon! Porom poron, pero, pero, pero, pero! Porom poron, pero, pero, pero, pero Porom, pero, pero pon
If I Were A Rich Man (French Version: Si J'avais Des Millions - 1968) Composer(s): Jerry Bock; Sheldon M. Harnick First release by: Zero Mostel - 1964 Covered by multiple other artists
Tevye: "Dear God, you made many, many poor people I realize, of course, that it's no shame to be poor But it's no great honor either! So, what would have been so terrible if I had a small fortune?"
If I were a rich man Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum All day long I'd biddy biddy bum If I were a wealthy man I wouldn't have to work hard Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum If I were a biddy biddy rich Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen Right in the middle of the town A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below There would be one long staircase just going up And one even longer coming down And one more leading nowhere, just for show
I'd fill my yard with chicks and turkeys and geese and ducks For the town to see and hear And each loud "cheep" and "swaqwk" and "honk" and "quack" Would land like a trumpet on the ear As if to say "Here lives a wealthy man"
If I were a rich man Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum All day long I'd biddy biddy bum If I were a wealthy man I wouldn't have to work hard Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum If I were a biddy biddy rich Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man
I see my wife, my Golde, looking like a rich man's wife With a proper double-chin Supervising meals to her heart's delight I see her putting on airs and strutting like a peacock Oy, what a happy mood she's in Screaming at the servants, day and night
The most important men in town would come to fawn on me! They would ask me to advise them Like a Solomon the Wise "If you please, Reb Tevye..." "Pardon me, Reb Tevye..." Posing problems that would cross a rabbi's eyes! And it won't make one bit of difference if I answer right or wrong When you're rich, they think you really know!
If I were rich, I'd have the time that I lack To sit in the synagogue and pray And maybe have a seat by the Eastern wall And I'd discuss the holy books with the learned men, several hours every day That would be the sweetest thing of all
If I were a rich man Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum All day long I'd biddy biddy bum If I were a wealthy man I wouldn't have to work hard Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum If I were a biddy biddy rich Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man
If I Were A Moose Composer(s): Fred Small Performer(s): Fred Small
If I were a moose and you were a cow Would you love me anyhow? Would you introduce me to your folks Would you tell your friends "No moose jokes!" If I were a moose and you were a cow
Would you invite me to your club And risk a cruel bovine snub Would you lead me down the receiving line And boldly boast "This moose is mine!"
Would your parents watch us graze Shake their heads, "It's just a phase" Or would they thank the stars above Their precious heifer's found her love?
Would your grandparents change their will? They'd really expected a Holstein bull "For this we toiled before the plow You bring home someone who's not even a cow
There's lot's of proper stock around Like that nice young Guernsey at Farmer Brown's Or that last one we ridiculed and cursed On second thought you could do worse
But if you think this thing will last Could he learn to moo and eat our grass Shed his antlers in the dirt Could you persuade him to convert?"
If our anatomies did not quite fit Would you make the best of it Would you nuzzle up so near And hum sweet cow tunes in my ear?
Or would you sadly break it off When all the hillside sneered and scoffed "You know those moose are all the same They're lazy, they're stupid, they come from Maine"
It's true things slip a moose's mind That cows remember all the time Bulbous nose and knobby knees A coat that harbors ticks and fleas
But a moose can be a handy thing When hungry wolves come visiting In icy gust of winter storm Our fur is deep and dry and warm
And someday should your milk run dry And farmer stare with baleful eye In dead of night I'd slip your noose And lead you home to the land of moose If I were a moose and you were a cow
If hunters came to do me harm Would you hide me in the barn Would all the herd come on the run And glare until they dropped their guns?
Might you permit a goodnight kiss Could you learn to love wet moose lips? If I were a moose and you were a cow If you were a cow and I were a moose
Hay una luz, en algún lugar adonde van los sueños de la humanidad Hay una luz dentro de ti adonde van los sueños que van a venir para volver a despertar no te olvides: nunca dejes de soñar, nunca dejes de soñar Hay una luz que no se ve, brilla desde adentro desde la niñez hay una luz en algún lugar, allí donde los sueños se hacen realidad Más allá del sol, más allá del mar, más allá del tiempo sé que hay un lugar donde quiero ir, donde quiero estar, hoy la fantasía se hace realidad...
If I Were A King Composer(s): Joe Bataan; Nitollano Performer(s): Joe Bataan
If I were a king (if I were a king) I'd tear me crown And if I were a millionaire, oh baby (oh baby) You'd own all that I own Just tell me that you care And you're going where I want to
If you say you love me (tell me you love me) I'll give you that as ???? girl Just whisper that you want me And you'll be me girl And, you can have pearls in your hand Just as long as I'm your man
Darling, there is gonna be no rule in the whole wide world That's gonna stop this guy from walking against you There's gonna be no river deep enough baby That I can't swim, to be beside you (If I were a king ) (If I I were a king)
And if that's all to ????, I write a song to you I'll climb the last mountain top And shout up there that I love you, you
If I were a pet, girl I ???? for you ????? And if I were a poor boy, I'd offer you a toy But, nothing's gonna stop me, yeah To try to get next to you, oh Just as long as I can, I'm your man
That's right darling There"s gonna be no rule long enough in the whole wide world That's gonna stop this guy from getting to you Believe me, you found a king And if all the riches and all the treasures in the whole wide world Aren't enough to satisfy you, darling But you can have my heart And believe me, yes you better believe With my heart you can go a long, long way I'm telling you All it's gonna take, all it's gonna take Is for you to be my queen
El pintor de las mujeres soles abandonado en su empecinada claridad Hizo su último viaje ya muy solo sobre el Atlántico y fue sepultado cuando llegó
El pintor brilloso como la Luna con su pelo largo con su barba culta de polvo Escupió al cangrejo desde un dibujo y le puso fecha a su despedida Y siguió queriendo aunque no fue amado ni como ser humano Y siguió aprendiendo el camino de la soledad en todo momento
Y se fue entre ceras alucinantes con su pelo largo con su barba culta de polvo Descargando gritos sobre las armas mientras los beatos se persignaban y el no tuvo iglesias pero algo de altares al amor hubo entre sus lienzos Y en la fantasía iba platicando su viaje hacia el universo
El pintor de las enredaderas de luz escribió sus últimos signos con triste desesperación Y dejó sus restos a los amigos y dejó sus restos a los amigos pidiéndole sólo paredes para sostenerlos pidiéndole sólo paredes para sostenerlos
El Perdido Composer(s): Adán Moreno H.
Performer(s): Javier Solís
Se terminó el camino y no logré encontrarte las sombras del recuerdo se agigantaron más Y yo desesperado perdido en lo perdido con los ojos marchitos de llorar y llorar
Te busqué entre las sombras te busqué en el pecado te busqué entres las almas te busqué en el dolor Y si no he de encontrarte porque tú ya no existas que se extingan los cielos que me perdone Dios
Te busqué entre las sombras te busqué en el pecado te busqué entres las almas te busqué en el dolor Y si no he de encontrarte porque tú ya no existas que se extingan los cielos que me perdone Dios que se extingan los cielos que me perdone Dios
Se Io Fossi Un Falegname (Adapted from: If I Were A Carpenter - 1962/1967) Performer(s): I Dik Dik - 1967
Titles In Other Languages: 1966 - Si J'étais Un Charpentier 1967 - Hvis Jeg Var Arbejdsløs
Se io fossi un falegname e tu una signora tu credi davvero che mi vorresti ancora avresti negli occhi la stessa dolcezza oppure sarebbe soltanto tristezza
No non mi rispondere forse non lo sai preferisco non crederlo non rispondermi mai
Se tu amassi un povero dimmi saresti tu o saresti un'altra che vorrebbe di più e quello che ti offro é importante per te o vivi soltanto veramente per me
No non mi rispondere...
Se io fossi un falegname e tu una signora tu credi davvero che mi vorresti ancora avresti negli occhi la stessa dolcezza oppure sarebbe soltanto tristezza
If I Were A Blackbird Composer(s): Arthur Darley; Delia Murphy Performer(s): Ronnie Ronalde and multiple other artists
If I were a blackbird, I'd whistle and sing I'd follow the ship that my true love sails in And on the top rigging I'd there build my nest And pillow my head on her lily white breast
El Pecador Composer(s): Alejandro Fuentes Roth
Performer(s): Javier Solís
and multiple other artists
Reconozco Señor
que soy culpable
se que fui
pecador imperdonable
Hoy te pido Señor
me vuelvas bueno
porque tengo un amor
limpio y sincero
Y si voy a seguir
siendo igual que antes fui
no la dejes venir
a llorar junto a mí
Quítame su amor
porque soy un pecador
pero a ella, pero a ella
no la dejes sufrir
no la dejes sufrir
no la dejes sufrir
De lo malo de ayer
hoy me arrepiento
es por eso que vengo
hasta tu templo
Hazme bueno Señor
te pertenezco
soy tu hijo también
y lo merezco
Y si voy a seguir
siendo igual que antes fui
no la dejes venir
a llorar junto a mí
Quítame su amor
porque soy un pecador
pero a ella, pero a ella
no la dejes sufrir
no la dejes sufrir
no la dejes sufrir
If I Were A Blackbird Composer(s): Alister Armstrong; Judson Armstrong Performer(s): Helen Creighton
I once knew a maiden, a maiden so rare Fell in love with a sailor, a young sailor beau She courted him dearly, by night and by day Til at length this young sailor, he sailed far away
And if I were a blackbird, I'd whistle and sing I'd follow the ship that my true love sails in And on the top rigging I'd there build my nest And I'd fly like a seagull to his lily white breast
My true love is handsome in every degree My parents despise him because he loves me Well, let them despise him, or say what they will While there's life in my bosom, I'll love the lad still
And if I were a blackbird, I'd whistle and sing I'd follow the ship that my true love sails in And on the top rigging I'd there build my nest And I'd fly like a seagull to his lily white breast
If I were a scholar, I could handle a pen One long, loving letter unto him I'd send I'd tell him my sorrow, my grief and my woes If I could but find him I'd crown him with gold
And if I were a blackbird, I'd whistle and sing I'd follow the ship that my true love sails in And on the top rigging I'd there build my nest And I'd fly like a seagull to his lily white breast
Im just a young sailor and my story is sad For once I was happy and a brave sailor lad I courted a lassie by night and by day But now she has left me and gone far away
And pillow my head on her lily white breast Whistle and sing, whistle and sing Ill follow the ship that my true love sails in
El Paso City Composer(s): Marty Robbins
Performer(s): Marty Robbins; David Allan Coe; Meat Puppets
From thirty thousand feet above The desert floor, I see it there below A city with a legend The west Texas city of El Paso Where long ago I heard a song About a Texas cowboy and a girl And a little place called Rosa's Where he used to go and watch this beauty whirl
I don't recall who sang the song But I recall the story that I heard And as I look down on the city I remember each and ev'ry word The singer sang about a jealous cowboy And the way he used his gun To kill another cowboy Then he had to leave El Paso on the run
El Paso Cit-y, by the Rio Grand-e The cowboy lived and rode away But love was strong he couldn't stay He rode back just to die in that El Paso sand El Paso Cit-y, by the Rio Grand-e I try not to let you cross my mind But still I find there's just a mystery In the song that I don't understand
My mind is down there somewhere As I fly above the badlands of New Mexico I can't explain why I should know The very trail he rode back to El Paso Can it be that man can disappear From life and live another time And does the mystery deepen 'cause you think That you yourself lived in that other time
Somewhere in my deepest thoughts Familar scenes and memories unfold These wild and unexplained emotions That I've had so long but I have never told Like every time I fly up thru the heavens And I see you there below I get the feeling sometime In another world I lived in El Paso
El Paso Cit-y, by the Rio Grand-e Could it be that I could be The cowboy in this mystery That died there in that desert sand so long ago El Paso Cit-y, by the Rio Grand-e A voice tells me to go and see Another voice keeps tellin' me Maybe death awaits me in El Paso
If I Was The Priest Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen; Allan Clarke
Well there's a light on yonder mountain And it's calling me to shine There's a girl over by the water fountain And she's asking to be mine And ain't that Jesus, he's standing in the doorway With a buckskin jacket, boots and spurs, so really fine He says "We need you up in Dodge City, son 'Cause there's oh so many bad boys (just too many outlaws) Tryin' to work the same line"
Well now if Jesus was the sheriff and I were the priest If my lady was an heiress and my mama was a thief Oh and Papa rode shotgun for the Fargo line There's still too many outlaws Tryin' to work the same line
Now old sweet Virgin Mary She runs the Holy Grail saloon Where for a nickel they'll give you whisky And the personally blessed balloon And the Holy Ghost, he's the host with the most He runs the burlesque show Where they let you in for free But oh hit you for your soul when you go And Mary serves Mass on Sunday And then she sells her body on Monday To the bootlegger who will pay the highest price But he don't know he got stuck with a loser Mary's a stone junkie, what's more she's a boozer And she's only been made once or twice By some kind of magic
Well things ain't been the same in Heaven Ever since big bad Bobby came to town He's been known to down eleven And then ask for another round And me I got scabs on my knees >From kneeling way too long I gotta take a stand, be the man, up where you belong And forget about the old friends and the old times Because there's just too many new boys Tryin' to work the same line
Well now if Jesus was the sheriff and I were the priest If my lady was an heiress and my mama was a thief Oh and Papa rode shotgun for the Fargo line There's still too many bad boys Tryin' to work the same line
Now there's a light on yonder mountain And it's calling me to shine There's a girl by the water fountain And she's asking to be mine And Jesus, he's standing in the doorway With his six-guns drawn, and ready to fan He says "We need you son, up in Dodge City" But I'm already overdue in Cheyenne
El Paso ((Dutch Version: De Derde Straat Links Op Het Nummer 15 (Wendy Van Wanten) -1996))
Composer(s): Marty Robbins
First release: Marty Robbins - 1959
Covered by multiple other artists
Out in the West Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl
Night-time would find me in Rosa's cantina
Music would play and Felina would whirl
Blacker than night were the eyes of Felina
Wicked and evil while casting a spell
My love was deep for this Mexican maiden
I was in love but in vain, I could tell
One night a wild young cowboy came in
Wild as the West Texas wind
Dashing and daring
A drink he was sharing
With wicked Felina
The girl that I loved
So in anger I
Challenged his right for the love of this maiden
Down went his hand for the gun that he wore
My challenge was answered in less than a heart-beat
The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor
Just for a moment I stood there in silence
Shocked by the Foul Evil deed I had done
Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there
I had but one chance and that was to run
Out through the back door of Rosa's I ran
Out where the horses were tied
I caught a good one
It looked like it could run
Up on its back
And away I did ride
Just as fast as I
Could from the West Texas town of El Paso
Out to the bad-lands of New Mexico
Back in El Paso my life would be worthless
Everything's gone in life; nothing is left
It's been so long since I've seen the young maiden
My love is stronger than my fear of death
I saddled up and away I did go
Riding alone in the dark
Maybe tomorrow
A bullet may find me
Tonight nothing's worse than this
Pain in my heart
And at last here I
Am on the hill overlooking El Paso
I can see Rosa's cantina below
My love is strong and it pushes me onward
Down off the hill to Felina I go
Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys
Off to my left ride a dozen or more
Shouting and shooting I can't let them catch me
I have to make it to Rosa's back door
Something is dreadfully wrong for I feel
A deep burning pain in my side
Though I am trying
To stay in the saddle
I'm getting weary
Unable to ride
But my love for
Felina is strong and I rise where I've fallen
Though I am weary I can't stop to rest
I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle
I feel the bullet go deep in my chest
From out of nowhere Felina has found me
Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side
Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die for
One little kiss and Felina, good-bye
