Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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My September Love Composer(s): Tolchard Evans; Richard Mullan Performer(s): David Whitfield; Robert Earl; Spike Milligan
I remember my September love In my heart I keep the memory of Lazy autumn days in all their glory Nights that saw the start of our love story
I see once more the leaves that match her golden hair In my dreams I find her standing there And in December, still glows the embers Of my September love
I see once more the leaves that match her golden hair In my dreams I find her standing there And in December, still glows the embers Of my September love
(Da Le) Yaleo
Composer(s): Carlos Santana - Shakara Mutela - Christian Polloni
Performer(s): Carlos Santana
Yo la vi cantando en Paris Ella quiso estar junto de mi Yo me sorprendi Quando dijo Yaleo
Vamos caminando el ise Tomando vino y partiendo pan Ella dijo dame, dame ya Yaleo Yaleo
Yaleo, Yaleo Yaleo, Yaleo Tika n'gnai wa yo Simba n'gai wa yo yaya
Si tu pudieras, desir me ami Yo no lo creo, do que pasa aqui Ella es mia, y me da su amor Estoy complete y soy feliz Ahora tengo ninños que dicen Yaleo
Terra Amata Composer(s): Brice Homs - Michel Fugain Performer(s): Michel Fugain
Les yeux dans l'eau La mer à boire Chante l'homme au cur de sanglots Avec deux accords de guitare et dessus quelques mots Sodade si, sodade no
Dans la prison De ma mémoire Y a trop d'amis partis trop tôt S'il faut fermer les yeux pour voir J'en ai déjà vu trop Sodade si, sodade no
ô ma terra amata Brise mes chaînes ou brise mes os L'exil est comme une île à terre Fais de ta rage mon radeau
Démocratie, mon amie Fille à peau noire Viens danser sur mes pays chauds Un tiers du monde abandonné C'est bien trop cher payé Sodade aqui, sodade alèm
ô ma terra amata Brise mes chaînes ou brise mes os L'exil est comme une île à terre Fais de ta rage mon bateau
O ma terra amata Brise mes chaînes ou brise ma voix L'exil est comme une île à terre Fais de ta rage mon combat
Darlin' You Know I Love You Composer(s): B.B. King - Jules Bihari - Jules Taub - Riley King Performer(s): B.B. King and multiple other artists
I know you love me baby But you never tell me so I know you love me baby But you never tell me so If you don't tell me that you love me I'm gonna pack my rags and go
I live across the street from the jukebox baby All night long they play the blues I live across the street from the jukebox baby All night long they play the blues Everytime they spin that record Honey it makes me think of you
One little song in particular baby Always sticks in my mind One little song in particular baby Always sticks in my mind Everytime they play it baby I start right into cryin' Oh baby please don't leave me
Now I'm gonna crawl across my bed, baby Cry myself to sleep Yeah I'm gonna crawl across my bed baby Cry myself to sleep And in my dreams I hear you saying Baby please come back to me
My Roommate Composer(s): Henri Belolo; Jacques Morali; Victor Willis Performer(s): Village People
My Roommate I swear to you people, it must be my fate The cards were against me, now there's no escape I have this here problem, who keeps me up late My roommate, my roommate
He thinks he's the greatest, dancer of all time He never stops dancin', he's out of his mind In the bathroom singing, a pitch out of time My roommate, my roommate
I can't sleep the day, noon or night I can't sleep the day, noon or night I can't take much more My roommate, my roommate, he's driving me insane My roommate, my roommate, he plays so many games My roommate, my roommate, he breaks all of the rules My roommate, my roommate, he is a dancing fool
I go to the closet, to put on my coat Instead on the hanger, I find pinned a note "I went to the disco, I took your best coat" My roommate, my roommate I come home real early, thinking he's asleep Instead I am greeted, by big ugly feet "I've got this new dance step, five, six, seven, eight" My roommate, my roommate
He's a dancin' fool, ya'll Well, let me tell you about him Well, talkin' 'bout my roommate My roommate is the kind of guy who likes his music playin' high My roommate is the kind of guy who likes his music playin' high He dances all night, he dances all day He dances all night, he dances all day
Dance With The Guitar Man Composer(s): Lee Hazelwood - Duane Eddy Performer(s): Duane Eddy; The Challengers
Hey, everybody, come along if you can We're gonna take a ride uptown And listen to the guitar man Then we're gonna dance, yeah dance, c'mon dance Dance with the guitar man, here he comes now Hey, everybody, if you like rock and roll You're gonna like the guitar man 'Cause he plays it with a lot of soul It'll make you dance, yeah dance, c'mon and Dance, dance with the guitar man Here he comes now Hey, everybody, It's just about a quarter till two But before they shut that door, there's somethin We just gotta do, we gotta dance, yeah dance C'mon and dance, dance with the guitar man Here he comes now Dance, dance, here he comes now Dance, dance, here he comes now Dance, dance, here he comes now Dance, dance, dance, dance...
Teresinha Composer(s): Chico Buarque Performer(s): Chico Buarque and multiple other artists
O primeiro me chegou Como quem vem do florista Trouxe um bicho de pelúcia Trouxe um broche de ametista Me contou suas viagens E as vantagens que ele tinha Me mostrou o seu relógio Me chamava de rainha Me encontrou tão desarmada Que tocou meu coração Mas não me negava nada E, assustada, eu disse não
O segundo me chegou Como quem chega do bar Trouxe um litro de aguardente Tão amarga de tragar Indagou o meu passado E cheirou minha comida Vasculhou minha gaveta Me chamava de perdida Me encontrou tão desarmada Que arranhou meu coração Mas não me entregava nada E, assustada, eu disse não
O terceiro me chegou Como quem chega do nada Ele não me trouxe nada Também nada perguntou Mal sei como ele se chama Mas entendo o que ele quer Se deitou na minha cama E me chama de mulher Foi chegando sorrateiro E antes que eu dissesse não Se instalou feito um posseiro Dentro do meu coração
My Romance Composer(s): Lorenz Hart; Richard Rodgers Originally performed by: Gloria Grafton & Donald Novis Covered by various other artists
My romance doesnt have to have a moon in the sky My romance doesnt need a blue lagoon standing by No month of May, no twinkling stars No hideaway, no soft guitars
My romance doesnt need a castle rising in Spain Nor a dance to a constantly surprising refrain Wide awake, I can make my most fantastic dream come true My romance doesnt need a thing, but you
My romance
My romance
Wide awake, I can make my most fantastic dream come true My romance doesnt need a thing, but you
Categorie:Eng. Songs Tags:Gloria Grafton & Donald Novis
Dance The Mess Around ((French Version: Danse Le Twist Avec Moi (Johnny Hallyday)) Composer(s): Dave Appell - Barry Mann Performer(s): Chubby Checker
'Bout this dance called the mess around Baby dig what I'm puttin' down You can Pony with Tony Twist with Mr. Lee But if you're gonna Mess Around Mess Around with me Do the Shimmy with Henry Hucklebuck with Dee But if you're gonna Mess Around You better Mess Around with me All the other dances you are free But you better save the last dance for me You can Cha Cha with Charlie Stroll with Stagger Lee But if you're gonna Mess Around Mess Around with me You can Pony with Tony Come on now Hey the Twist with Mr. Lee Hey one more time Round and round and around Hey But if you're gonna Mess Around You better Mess Around with me All the other dances you are free But you better save the last dance for me A Hully Gully with Harry Slop with(?) But if you're gonna Mess Around Hear me Mess Around with me Do the Birdland with Furdie Do the Chicken with Chicky Watusi with Susie Twist with my little sis...
Teresa Composer(s): Jack Hoffman - Babe Russin Performer(s): Kay Kyser & His Orch. and multiple other artists
Why am I always yearning for Teresa When there is Peggy, Margarite and Mary Jane Why does my heart keep burnin' for Teresa When I know that lovin' her is all in vain Oh. Peggy is delightful, and Margarite is sweet And a little smile from Mary Jane can make my day complete Nevertheless there's only one I dream of Teresa, Teresa my love
Why is he always yearning for Teresa When we have charms and we have arms to love him so, love him so Why does his heart keep burning for Teresa When we'd give all the world just to have him alone for our beau Whenever we are near him our hearts begin to dance For he looks at us so tenderly that we think we stand a chance Nevertheless there's only one he dreams of Teresa, Teresa his love
Why am I always yearning for Teresa When there are other girls that I can be around
Oh how I hate to hear that name Teresa What's she got that I have not I'd like to know
Oh Peggy is delightful, and Margarite is sweet And a little smile from Mary Jane can make my day complete
In spite of it all there's only one he dreams of Teresa
Teresa my love
I haven't found the answer, and chances are I might
If he knew the way to capture her, his future would be bright
My Rifle, My Pony And Me Composer(s): Dimitri Tiomkin; Paul Francis Webster Performer(s): Dean Martin and various other artists
The sun is sinkin' in the west The cattle go down to the stream The redwing settles in her nest It's time for a cowboy to dream
Purple light in the canyon That's where I long to be With my three good companions Just my rifle, pony, and me
Gonna hang my sombrero On the limb of a tree Comin' home sweetheart darlin' Just my rifle, pony and me
(Whippoorwill in the willow Sings a sweet melody) Ridin' to (Ridin' to) Amarillo (Amarillo) Just my rifle, pony, and me No more cows (no more cows) to be ropin' (to be ropin') No more strays will I see Round the bend (round the bend) she'll be waitin' (she'll be waitin') For my rifle, pony, and me For my rifle, my pony, and me
Green Grass & High Tides Composer(s): Hughie Thomasson Performer(s): Outlaws
In a place you only dream of Where your soul is always free Silver stages, golden curtains Filled my head, plain as can be As a rainbow grew round the sun All the stars I've love who died Came from somewhere beyond the scene you see These lovely people played just for me Now if I let you see this place Where stories all ring true Will you let me past your face To see what's really you It's not for me I ask these questions As though I were a king For you have to love, believe and feel Before the burst of tamborines take you there
(chorus) Green grass and high tides forever Castles of stone souls and glory Lost faces say we adore you As kings and queens bow and play for you
Those who don't believe me Find your souls and set them free Those who do, believe and love As time will be your key Time and time again I've thanked them For a piece of mind They helped me find myself Amongst the music and the rhyme That enchants you there
Tercer Mundo Composer(s): Fito Páez Performer(s): Fito Páez
Hace algunos años un hombre soño un imperio, un imperio muy grande tenia buena cara y no paraba de hablar con el hombre mas odiado y querido del lugar
Y soñaban tener un jardín florido una patria de México al pie con hermanos de toda calaña y en el sueño gritaban me hundo, me hundo, me hundo
Y nadie sabe como vine a parar yo... La mona Gimenez con Mickey Rourke mirando las chicas del puticlub la banda de rock que mas chicas quiso entrando muchachos al Caracas Hilton Coca, Coca, Coca, Coca Sarli Coca, Coca, Coca, Coca Cola Coca, Coca, Coca, Coca Cola-inapetente estara Pinochet el día que lo echen a palos
Seguí caminando llegue a una disco Khadafi bailando con un ministro pidieron petróleo y no les dieron les dieron veneno que es un buen veneno Fabi Cantilo hecho a Henry Miller porque era muy tarde y por lo que escribe a Henry nada de esto le importo y termino en la cama con la Salomon ahí van los Pimpinela por la quinta avenida el Madison al palo, arde la Argentina Caligula despierta de su hibernación sube al escenario y los tira a los dos el gordo Porcel canta rock y fuma la yerba de Billy Bond y siguen planeando algo en Bolivia casar a Almodovar con una niña y todo el mundo quiere llegar primero se besan Pedrito con la Merelo que sueño mas raro es el de esta Giunta (yunta) las puertas aquí no terminan nunca Batato jugando con Maradona solitos, solitos en la de Boca y sigo caminando y entro en un bar y ya era de día y no era verdad Andrés Calamaro y Lou Reed pensando, pensando salir de aquí afuera los pibes en la ciudad creo que no sueñan, no sueñan mas ya no quiero dólares Bounge & Born nena, hoy vuelvo a casa a soniar con vos y en casa yo grito me hundo, me hundo, me hundo y nadie sabe como vine a parar yo al tercer mundo tercer mundo tercer mundo
My Regular Gal Composer(s): Bud Green; Harry Warren Performer(s): Back Bay Ramblers
Now, if you see a dainty thing with a big engagement ring Youre seeing my regular gal And if her eyes are baby blue and they seem to smile at you Youre seeing my regular gal If shes kind and if shes sweet all the little kiddies on the street Youre seeing my regular pal If you see that certain she strolling arm in arm with me Youre seeing my regular gal
Green Grass Composer(s): Roger Cook; Roger Greenaway Performer(s): Gary Lewis & The Playboys; and various other artists
Green grass 'round my window Young leaves that the wind blows Yes, it's springtime, golden sunshine And we're glad, my little love and I Now that summertime is nigh
Carefree kissin' couples Dream away all their troubles 'cause it's springtime, golden sunshine While the bluebirds sing their magic song We will love the summer long
All the winter we've been waitin' Girl and I anticipatin' What we're gonna do with summer overdue Now it's here, we're out together So the weatherman had better Do his best to make a show And bring the sunshine out to grow the
Green grass 'round my window Young leaves that the wind blows Yes, it's springtime, golden sunshine While the bluebirds sing their magic song We will love the summer long
Alguna vez ocurre que nunca amanece y la noche se queda enganchada a mi colchón la increpo: ¡fuera, noche desaparece! y ella, impávida, sigue en sus trece "¡quiero pasión!" Y van pasando noches por dentro y por fuera y ella crece y se crece y engorda como un balón... Le pongo tres cerrojos a la nevera y me voy al sofá que me esperea en el salón Terca noche, terca noche no me conviertas en un avestruz terca noche, terca noche deja que vea algún rayo de luz... Y mi obsesiva amante va y se desparrama... y desborda la cama e inunda todo el salón... Y cuando me descubre se me encarama y su mano me viola y derrama consolación... Y así, noche tras noche su espacio me escora no me queda ni un metro cuadrado salgo al balcón... Y la noche de afuera mira la hora... y la noche de adentro devora mi corazón Terca noche, terca noche...
My Reason Composer(s): H. Banks; C. Chalkitis; S.S. Vlavianos Performer(s): Demis Roussos
Musique Musique
I sing to you ma jeune fille a sense of main is deep in me I hope you like the sound of my musique I saw you pass by on the walk ink in and find the words to talk so I will turn my feelings on musique
I give you des chansons d'amour from ancient worlds and old folklore with memories and sound of my musique Just walk beside me hand in hand to my mediterranean land listen to the voice of my musique
I saw you smile inside and clear my way your eyes reflecting sunlight in my heart you look so happy, girlfriend, and so gay so closed to me and yet so far apart I felt if I could take your hand that you were dreamy, understand the reason I sing ma chanson d'amour