Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Love Is Here To Stay Composer(s): Ira Gershwin - George Gershwin First recording/First performance: Ella Logan & Bill Harty Orch. - 1937/Kenny Baker - 1938 Covered by multiple other artists
It's very clear, our love is here to stay Not for a year but ever and a day The radio and the telephone and the movies that we know May just be passing fancies and in time may go
But, oh, my dear, our love is here to stay Together we're goin' a long, long way In time the Rockies may crumble Gibraltar may tumble They're only made of clay But our love is here to stay
Autrefois quand les mignonnes Gaspillaient leurs avantages En dehors Dieu me pardonne Des liens du mariage Les malheureuses étaient mises Au banc de la société Mais aujourd'hui c'est la crise Dans la chrétienté
Mis à part les curés Par devant et par derrière Mis à part les curés Personne ne veut se marier
Autrefois les belles filles N'avaient souvent qu'une idée Laisser voir le plus possible Leur peau dénudée Mais la mode est versatile Le maxi est arrivé Et les voilà qui s'habillent Jusqu'aux doigts de pieds
Mis à part les curés Par devant et par derrière Mis à part les curés Personne veut plus s'dévoiler
On fabriquait des garçons Par douzaines et les familles Montraient leur désolation Quand naissait une fille Aujourd'hui bulle ou pas bulle Du pape garçon ou pas Qu'on prenne ou non la pilule C'est plus du tout ça
Mis à part les curés Par devant et par derrière Mis à part les curés Personne ne veut engendrer
L'habitude séculaire De bien boire et bien manger A l'heure où la foi se perd Fait aussi pitié On préfère à la prière Et aux plats gastronomiques Un régime alimentaire Macrobiotique
Mis à part les curés Par devant et par derrière Mis à part les curés Nul ne va plus gueuletonner
Les distractions les plus saines Disparaissent des cités Télé voiture et week-end Les ont remplacées Elles pleurent leur clientèle Du samedi des temps passés Les péripatéticiennes Quand Guy Lux paraît
Mis à part les curés Par devant et par derrière Mis à part les curés Personne ne veut plus monter
Les religieux en colère Revendiquant nos péchés On ne sait plus bien sur terre A quel saint se vouer Si le ciel tourne à l'enfer Pour le mettre sur ses pieds Je ne vois plus que Saint-Pierre Pour tout arranger
Mis à part les curés Introduits chez Lucifer Mis à part les curés Tout le monde sera sauvé
Oh! La La
((Italian Version: Chella Llá (Connie Francis))
Composer(s): Umberto Bertini - Sando Taccani
Performer(s): Dalida
Moi qui voulait rester célibataire Afin de ne jamais me laisser faire Je viens soudain de me faire prendre Et voila que sans rien comprendre Je m'en vais à mon tour la tète en bas
Oh! la la, oh! la la Dans mon cur je l'avoue y a du dégât Ne dite pas que j'ai fait sa conquête Puisque c'est moi qui marche à la baguette Oh! la la oh! la la Tous mes amis ne me reconnaissent pas Quand on aime on est un peu bête Et je suis dans ce cas là Oh! la la, oh! la la, oh! la la
Oui depuis que j'ai fait sa connaissance J'ai dit adieu à mon indépendance Pour faire tous ces petits caprices Je me suis mit à son service C'est fou ce que l'amour à fait de moi
Oh! la la, oh! la la Je suis comme un pantin entre ses doigts Je vais, je viens, je cours, je fais du zèle Et je fais le ménage et la vaisselle Oh! la la, oh! la la Et le pire c'est qu'en faisant tous cela Je me dis que la vie est belle Et que je n'la changerais pas Oh! la la, oh! la la, oh! la la
Mais je serais vraiment très malhonnête Si j'arrêtais ici ma chansonnette Car mis à part mon esclavage J'obtiens de petits avantages Et quand je dis petit n'insiste pas!
Oh! la la, oh! la la Lorsque le soir il me prend dans ces bras Et que tout bas il vient me dire je t'aime C'est comme le paradis qui ce promène Oh! la la, oh! la la Je n'peut pas tout vous dire excusez-moi Mais si vous rencontrez le même Sur le champ n'hésitez pas Aimez le, gardez le, croyez-moi Oh! la la, oh! la la, oh! la la
Evelyn esta caliente Ella solo sale a varear Y su dueña lo presiente Envuelta en un collar Envuelta en un collar Todo pasa de repente B-ode y sus ojos radar Tiene afilados los dientes No se porque será No se porque será
Evelyn es sol B-ode marroquí Ella lo vio Y así se perdió entre los autos Y entre la gente Y entre la gente
Se encontraron en un puente Yo los vi de casualidad El también tenia algo en mente Llevarla a algún lugar Llevarla a algún lugar Patrulleros de la muerte Ellos y su perro guardián Los corrieron en el puente Y pudieron escapar Pudieron escapar
Evelyn es sol B-ode marroquí Seis bocas mas del mal Recorrieron Pompeya toda la noche
Love Is Here And Now You're Gone Composer(s): Brian Holland - Lamont Dozier - Edward Holland Jr. First release by: The Supremes - 1967 Covered by multiple other artists
Love is here and Oh, my darling, now you're gone Love is here and Oh, my darling, now, now you're gone
You persuaded me to love you And I did But instead of tenderness I found heartache instead Into your arms I felt So unaware of the loneliness That was waiting there
You close the door to your heart And you turned the key, locked your love away from me
Love is here and Oh, my darling, now you're gone
You made me love you And oh, my darling, now you're gone You said loving you Would make life beautiful With each passing day But as soon as love Came into my heart You turned and you walked, just walked away
You stripped me of my dreams You gave me faith, then took my hope Look at me now
Look at me See what loving you has done to me Look at my face See how cryin' has left it's trace
After you made me all your own Then you left me all alone You made your words sound so sweet Knowing that your love I couldn't keep
My heart cries out for your touch But you're not there And the lonely cry fades in the air
Love is here and Oh, my darling, now you're gone Love is here and Oh, my darling, now you're gone
You made me love you Oh, my darling Now you're gone You made me love you Oh, my darling Now you're gone
Mirza Composer(s): Nino Ferrer Originally performed by: Nino Ferrer Covered by various other artists
Z'avez pas vu Mirza? Oh la la la la la la Z'avez pas vu Mirza? Oh la la la la la la Z'avez pas vu Mirza? Oh la la la la la la
Où est donc passé ce chien Je le cherche partout Où est donc passé ce chien Il va me rendre fou Où est donc passé ce chien Oh! Ça y est, je le vois! Veux tu venir ici Je n'le répéterai pas Veux-tu venir ici Mmmmm, sale bête va! Veux-tu venir ici Oh! Il est reparti
Où est donc passé ce chien Je le cherche partout Où est donc passé ce chien Il va me rendre fou Où est donc passé ce chien Oh! Ça y est je le vois! C'est bien la dernière fois Que je te cherche comme ça Veux tu venir ici Je n'le répèterai pas Veux tu venir ici Oh et ne bouge pas Veux tu venir ici Oh yeah! satané Mirza
B666
Composer(s): Bob Welch
Performer(s): Bob Welch
Were livin a madhouse, you know
Digital religions runnin the whole show
See that guy over there
Rolling his eyes & tearing his hair
He controls deployment of a thousand phantom jets
Slouching towards Bethlehem
Up to his tricks
Dealing with a real B666
Were livinin a madhouse, you know
Nothing works & the jerks are runnin the whole show
See that guy over there
Conversing with the empty air
Well he wrote all the programs on a million tape machines
Slouching towards Bethlehem
Up to his tricks
Dealing with a real B666
Well youve seen him before, in the past
He was there at first, hell be there at last
But I just couldnt help tryin to warn ya
'Cause hes slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Youre just one of his million programming tricks
Dealing with a real B666
Love Is Fire Composer(s): Lauri Conger - Lorraine Segato Performer(s): The Parachute Club
It's a long dark day When we realize and understand That we've come so far Destiny lies close to home I will do what I can To keep my spirit safe and strong If I fall on the way Nothing ventured, nothing gained
Love is fire Hate is stone We desire What we can't hold (oh no) When there's anger (outa) Outa control Hate is fire Love is stone
Time deals its hand How can we live in tenderness? When the world seems so cold To those who choose to take a stand! Ooo, if I refuse to walk the line (walk the line) Or see my dreams through someone's eyes (you know that) I'II take that chance `Cause nothing ever stays the same
Love is fire Hate is stone We desire Ooo, What we can't hold When there's anger (outa) Outa control Hate is fire, Ooo Love is stone
Love is fire Hate is stone We desire What we cannot hold When there's anger (outa) Outa control yeh Hate is fire Love, love is stone
(you know that) Love is fire (I need to know you'll see me through) Hate is stone (Doesn't matter what we choose to do) We desire, Ooo, What we can't hold When there's anger Runnin' out of control Hate is fire Love, now love is stone
Love is fire Hate is stone We desire What we cannot seem to hold When there's anger It's runnin', runnin' out of control Hate is fire Love is stone
Mirta, De Regreso Composer(s): Adrian Abonizio Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto
De regreso, Mirta ya sabes tres años a la sombra no quiero saber si me fuiste fiel yo se que una mujer valiente se inclina igual para el lado de la sed Servime algo, Mirta parece mentira el verte como antes pero para el que vuelve del infierno ya no hay mas fantasias, solo quiere un tiempo blando pero esto Mirta nunca lo sabrás
No es necesario que estés alegre ni que prendas la luz entré despacio sin que me vea nadie la noche se abre como un abrigo, Mirta y es un sábado más, como dice el tango Mirta contame cómo andas
Hacé de cuenta que estuve navegando es casi lo mismo solo cambia el paisaje abajo el mar, que nuca se ve arriba el cielo, el cielo raso y tu foto en la pared La moda ha cambiado un poco, Mirta Ya no hay ni un pelo largo todos parecen soldados me siento parado en un cementerio me recibió el frio y un nuevo gobierno Mirta no recuerdo ni tu cuerpo
Y ahora me voy, Mirta para vos soy un extraño conocido si no estoy llorando, no ves cómo me la aguanto debajo de la cama asoman sus zapatos Mirta gracias por todo Salgo a la verja, parece que ha llovido en la estación retumba el "Estrella del Norte" "Veni a verme cuando salgas" me dijo el Turco "comes todos los días y no hay problemas de laburo" Solo algunas noches solo algunas noches Salis a trabajar
"B" Movie Box Car Blues
Composer(s): Delbert McClinton
First release by: Delbert & Glen - 1972
Caught a ride into South Dakota With two girls in a light blue Desoto One's name was Jane, the other was plain But they both had racing motors Next I caught a ride with a gamblers wife Lay down, she had a brand new Rambler She parked on the other side of town She layed the Rambler down She said she could dig if I'd knew her
Doing my best to get back to you Ain't nothing I'd rather do Look for me Sunday, gonna be there honey Something special just for you Special just for you
Made a truck stop, toothpick and water Got a ride from a fruit pickers daughter Drove her through the night, let the fruit just right Said All I could eat for a quarter
Next, hopped a train with a hobo woman Said she's from Texas too The way that she did, what she did, when she did what she did to me made me think of you Hey honey made me think of you
Doing my best to get back to you Ain't nothing I'd rather do Look for me Sunday, gonna be there honey Something special just for you Special just for you
Over The Mountain Across The Sea Composer(s): Rex Garvin Performer(s): Johnnie & Joe; Paul Evans; Brian Poole & The Tremeloes; The Premiers; Bobby Vinton; J. Frank Wilson
Over the mountain Across the sea There's a girl, she's waiting for me
Cross over the river, beyond ev'ry clou-oud She's passed the wind that's blowing loud Over the mountain, a girl waits for me-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee
Tell all the sands and ev'ry blade of gra-ass Please tell the wind to let my love pa-ass Over the mountain, a girl waits for me-ee-ee-ee-ee
Tell the moon up in the sky Tell the birds that fly-y by That over and over and over the mountain My love waits for me
Into each dark and starry night Oh, what a myst'ry that's sealed so tight Over the mountain, a girl waits for me-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee
Mirror Mirror Composer(s): Dennis Matkosky; Michael Sembello Performer(s): Diana Ross
Mirror, mirror on the wall You said you had the answer to it all You never told me I'd take a fall Mirror, mirror on the wall
You have turned my life Into a paperback novel Words that came to life Inside your little melodrama Chapter one: When I was young I came to you with my problems Chapter two: You promised me Love and anything that I desired
Tell me mirror, mirror Mirror on the wall Thought you said You had the answer to it all Never told me I was gonna take a fall Tell me mirror, mirror, Mirror on the wall
You have nailed my heart Upon the wall for your pleasure You have cast a spell That cannot ever be broken and now my eyes grow tired I watch my picture getting older But I remain the same Trapped in this mirror forever
Tell me mirror, mirror Mirror on the wall Thought you said You had the answer to it all Never told me I was gonna take a fall Tell me mirror, mirror Mirror on the wall
I talk to you each night and I follow your advice You've been wrong What's the price I have to pay For this fairy tale thing called love Let me go
Tell me mirror, mirror Mirror on the wall Thought you said You had the answer to it all Never told me I was gonna take a fall Tell me mirror, mirror Mirror on the wall
Over The Hills To You Composer(s): Russell J. England; Clay Smith
I am coming back my darling Over the hills to you I am riding night and morning Over the hills to you The big red sun is sinking Of you, dear heart, I'm thinking When the light of dawn is gleaming I'll be over the hills with you I've been lonesome for you darling Longing to be with you I've been eager for the journey Over the hills to you Each milestone passed with yearning Marks a stage of my returning In strong arms of love I'll fold you When I'm over the hills with you
Mirror In The Bathroom Composer(s): Roger Charlery; Andy Cox; Everett Morton; Dave Steele; Dave Wakeling Performer(s): The English Beat and various other artists
Mirror in the bathroom please talk free The door is locked just you and me Can I take you to a restaurant that's got glass tables You can watch yourself while you are eating
Mirror in the bathroom I just can't stop it Every Saturday you see me window shopping Find no interest in the racks and shelves Just ten thousand reflections of my own sweet self, self, self...
Mirror in the bathroom You're my mirror in the bathroom You're my mirror in the bathroom You're my mirror in the bathroom...
Mirror in the bathroom Recompense For all my crimes of self defense Cures you whisper make no sense Drift gently into mental illness
Mirror in the bathroom please talk free The door is locked just you and me Can I take you to a restaurant that's got glass tables You can watch yourself while you are eating
Over The Green Hills Composer(s): Paul Rodgers Performer(s): Free
Part 1
Over the green hills and into the sun that's where I feel I ought to be goin' blue sky above me and green earth below don't even matter which way I go Yeah! Ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah
The trees hold their arms out to catch what life gives but the people try to snatch all there is they can have all I own I don't need anything I'll just follow the river, and see what it brings Ah ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah ah ah
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Part 2
AH ah ah ah ah AH ah ah ah ah I need to be free where the air is clean and the sparking river is cool on my skin
When the sun shines I'll follow it's glow And I won't stop moving till it's sinking low Ah ah ah ah ah
Mirarte Composer(s): Miguel Bosé; Lanfranco Ferrario; M. Grilli Performer(s): Miguel Bosé
Tirar pa'lante Hasta que el corazón aguante Sin que me importe Nada ni nadie Y hasta que pueda Solo quiero amarte Apasionarte Apasionadamente atarte A mi cintura No obedecerte, crucificarte Y luego mirarte Solo mirarte Hartarme de mirarte Hasta cansarme, hasta cansarme Mirarte Solo mirarte Amar amar amante puedo De amor amado amante quiero Amadamente amor amado y solo amar Amar amar amarte y luego Amante se que quiero Amadamente amor amado y solo amar... Punto y aparte Para rimarte y seducirte Que no me basta, no es suficiente Sin demostrarte Qué puedo hacer de ti... Amar amar amante puedo De amor amado amante quiero Amadamente amor amado y solo amar Amar amar amarte y luego Amante se que quiero Amadamente amor amado y solo amar...
Over My Head Composer(s): Christine McVie Performer(s): Fleetwood Mac
You can take me to paradise And then again you can be cold as ice I'm over my head But it sure feels nice
You can take me anytime you like I'll be around if you think you might Love me baby And hold me tight Your mood is like a circus wheel You're changing all the time Sometimes I can't help but feel That I'm wasting all of my time
Think I'm looking on the dark side But everyday you hurt my pride I'm over my head But it sure feels nice I'm over my head But it sure feels nice
Mirándonos Los Dos Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Nos va ocupando una incipiente indiferencia que levanta su voz en silencio precoz avisando que el fantasma del tiempo no vive en la edad sino en la soledad esa prisión donde envejece el corazón Y así es la mismo la noche y el día la cumbre, el abismo la melancolía y el llanto de amor ese espejo de Dios que se empañó, mirándonos los dos Siento que el alma desvaneciendo en nuestros cuerpos lejos de resistir se dispone a morir en la calma Y esa muerte que nadie podrá detener no dejará de ser un paso más ese otro que quedó detrás Y así es lo mismo... La cobardía que nos esposa el uno al otro provocando el temor de afrontar el error que nos guía es la herida que deja el sentido común ese residuo aún de insensatez que nos conduce a la vejez Y así es lo mismo...
Over In The Meadow (Traditional) Performer(s): John McCutcheon; and various other artists
Over in the meadow In the sand in the sun, lived an Old mother turtle and her Little turtle one "Dig," said the mother "I dig," said the one, and they Dug all day in the sand in the sun
Over in the meadow where the Stream runs blue, lived an Old mother fish and her Little fishies two "Swim," said the mother "We swim," said the two, and they Swam all day where the stream runs blue
Over in the meadow in a hole in the tree Lived an old mother owl and her Little owls three "Whoo," said the mother "We whoo," said the three, and they Whooed all day in the hole in the tree
Over in the meadow by the old barn door Lived an old mother rat and her Little ratties four "Gnaw," said the mother "We gnaw," said the four, and they Gnawed all day on by the old barn door
Over in the meadow in a snug beehive Lived an old mother bee and her Little bees five "Buzz," said the mother "We buzz," said the five, and they Buzzed all day in the snug beehive
Over in the meadow in a nest built of sticks Lived an old mother crow and her Little crows six "Caw," said the mother "We caw," said the six, and they Cawed all day in the nest built of sticks
Over in the meadow where the grass grows so even Lived an old mother frog and her Little froggies seven "Jump," said the mother "We jump," said the seven, and they Jumped all day where the grass grows so even
Over in the meadow by the old mossy gate Lived an old mother lizard and her Little lizards eight "Bask," said the mother "We bask," said the eight, and they Basked all day by the old mossy gate
Over in the meadow by the old scotch pine Lived an old mother duck and her Little duckies nine "Quack," said the mother "We quack," said the nine, and they Quacked all day by the old scotch pine
Over in the meadow in a cozy, wee den Lived an old mother beaver and her Little beavers ten "Beave," said the mother "We beave," said the ten, and they Beaved all day in their cozy, wee den
