Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Coldest Days Of My Life Composer(s): Eugene Record - Carl Davis First release by: Walter Jackson - 1970 Covered by multiple other artists
Hmm...hmm... Mmm...mmm...
I remember, oh, yeah The signs of springtime There were birds, music everywhere Everywhere
Some of us played, oh, yeah And some of us cried Cant you see, oh, cant you see The tears in my eyes
And what I had dreamed of, oh...Lordy (What I had dreamed of) I thought it was him 10 feet tall, oh... I was ridin so high With eyes of a child, oh... (Eyes of a child) Shinin so bright, yes, they were
Coldest days of my life They were the coldest days of my life I had to run for cover, yeah, yeah, yeah (Had to run for cover, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) The cold-coldest days of my life I thought there was no other, no, no (Thought there was no other, no, no, no, no)
Lord, take away (Take it) the pain (Take it) Oh, you know, you know that it was (Take it, take it) And it couldnt be (Take it) much worse Down low, down low Down the low Down the low It just couldnt be that bad Ooh...down the low It just couldnt be that bad Ooh...down the low Oh, down, down Down the low Here all alone, yeah Ooh...down the low Ooh...down the low Ooh...down the low Ooh...down the low
Ooh...ooh...
I remember, ooh, yeah, yeah The signs of springtime Im trying to keep the past behind me But voices suddenly remind me That shes gone
Shes what I had dreamed, oh... (What I had dreamed of) Shes all that I think of
Coldest days of my life They were the coldest days of my life I thought there was no other, no, no (Thought there was no other, no, no, no, no) The cold-coldest days of my life
I had to run for cover, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Had to run for cover, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) The cold-coldest days of my life I had to run for cover, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Had to run for cover, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
The coldest days of my life I thought there was no other, no, no (Thought there was no other, no, no, no, no) The cold-coldest days of my life I thought there was no other, no, no (Thought there was no other, no, no, no, no)
The cold-coldest days of my life I had to run for cover, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Had to run for cover, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Coldest days of my life Coldest days of my life
Car 67
Composer(s): Paul Phillips - Peter Zorn
Performer(s): Driver 67
(Car 67, car 67, where are you?) (Come in 67, 67, can you hear me?)
Hey Control, this is 67 here I can hear you loud and I can hear you clear, yeah Control, this is 67 here I can hear you loud and I can hear you clear, yeah
(Good morning 67, good morning Bit of a late start, isn't it?)
Is there something that you want me to do-ooh, yeah (Yes, we have a job for you) You know I'm only here to please you-ooh (We want you to pick up a young lady at 83 Royal Gardens)
Control have mercy on me I don't wanna do the pick-up, isn't anybody else free? Stuck in a jam in a one-way street Why don't you tell her she'd be quicker if she used her feet, yeah
(You must be joking 67) (Now, come on I must have a time for the pick-up)
The best that I can do Is tell you tomorrow, yeah 'Cause if I do the job It's gonna cause me sorrow-ooh
(Oh, really 67, you're putting me in a bad position) (This is too bad, too bad) (I must have a time for the pick-up) (What's you're problem?) (What's wrong 67?)
To tell you the truth I had a bad, bad night My girl left home In the middle of a fight
(Sorry about that 67, sorry to hear that)
Controller have mercy on me I don't wanna do the pick-up at number 83 And the girl of my dreams left me all alone And at number 83 is where she made her home
(Ah-hah, I see 67, I understand your problem)
Is there something else you want me to do-ooh, yeah (Yes, you can have another job 67) You know I'm only here to please you (Stand by all cars, stand by) (Time for a pick-up at 83 Royal Gardens) (First call for 83 Royal Gardens) (Can somebody give me a time for the pick-up?) (Stand by 67, we'll have an other job for you shortly) (Calling all cars, calling all cars) (Time for a pick-up at 83 Royal Gardens) (First call to 83 Royal Gardens) (Somebody give me a time) (Can you do it car 23?)
E Tu Strafai ((French Version: Tu Exagères (Charles Aznavour))
Composer(s): Calabrese - Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
E tu strafai e in verità Esattamente mai nessuno saprà Se è un brutto vizio Oppure una qualità Fra l'uno e l'altra si confonde Cosa vuoi mai, tu vieni e vai E ti affatichi sempre più che tu puoi Io sono un figlio e non un uomo per te La tirannia infondi su di me E tu strafai ancor di più Per i pranzetti che mi elabori tu E ti commuovi se per te mando giù Pantagrueliche portate Se dico no per sobrità Diventi triste, io non insisterò Sapendo che ne piangeresti sennò Mangio da capo finché mi strozzerò E tu strafai, non c'è perché Nel lucidare tutti i giorni i parquets Tenendo pronte le pattine per me Che mi fan perder l'eqiilibrio A spolverar, a lucidar Ti dai da far. Se non so dove star E vado a letto per lasciarti sfogar Togli i cuscini che sono da cambiar E tu strafai, che assurdità Se solo un colpo o due di tosse darò A letto zitto e buono mi troverò Con le ventose sulla schiena Come un buldog sorvegli me Con il termometro a portata di te E che lo voglia o no mi fai buttar giù Quella schifezza che hai preparto tu E tu strafai, tu strafai E io non vedo quando la smetterai Perché è per questo che ti amo Le tue virtù, la tua allegria E la freschezza che nascondi per me Non danno un attimo di noia con te E se tu esageri, e se tu esageri È anche vero che piaci a me
Cold Hard Facts Of Life Composer(s): Bill Anderson Performer(s): Porter Wagoner; Ferlin Husky; Stonewall Jackson
I got back in town a day before I'd planned to I smiled and said I'll sure surprise my wife I don't think I'll phone I'll just head on home For I didn't know the cold hard facts of life I passed a little winestore on the corner I pictured big champagne by candle light I stopped the car right then got out and hurried in My mind not on the cold hard facts of life A stranger stood there laughing by the counter He said I'll take two bottles of your best Her husband's out of town and there's a party He winkled as if to say you know the rest I left the store two steps behind the stranger From there to my house his car stayed in sight But it wasn't till he turned into my drive that I learned I was witnessing the cold hard facts of life I drove around the block till I was dizzy each time the noise came louder from within And then I saw our bottle there beside me And I drank a fifth of courage and walked in Lord you should've seen their frantic faces They screamed and cried please put away that knife I guess I'll go to hell or I'll rot here in the cell But who taught who the cold hard facts of life Who taught who the cold hard facts of life
Car 54, Where Are You?
Composer(s): Ned Hiken - J. Strauss
There's a hold up in the Bronx Brooklyn's broken out in fights There's a traffic jam in Harlem That's backed up to Jackson Heights There's a scout troop short a child Kruschev's due at Idlewild Car 54, Where Are You?
É bom, é brabo, é o frevo Diabo no corpo, torto, corpo Pára mais não Fogo no rabo de qualquer cristão Solta o frevo diabo e adeus procissão Pelo sinal da santa cruz pandemônio No dia da padroeira Não tem romeira, tem, são morenas Não tem novenas, diabo, a gente é feliz Não tem sermão, tem não, tem orquestra E cana, e briga, e fogo, e festa Na matriz
É o barro, o berro na garganta Olha a ginga da santa Devagar com o andor Meu corpo já não sabe o que faz, Satanás Diz pra parar, que eu já não posso mais Diz pra parar, faz um pouco mais Faz o Diabo Hoje é que eu me acabo, meu irmão É para pular, não, para parar, para bulinar Não, para parar, para arrebentar Frevo diabo Hoje é que eu me acabo, meu irmão
E Ti Vengo A Cercare Composer(s): Franco Battiato
First release by: Franco Battiato - 1988
Covered by multiple other artists
E ti vengo a cercare Anche solo per vederti o parlare Perché ho bisogno della tua presenza Per capire meglio la mia essenza. Questo sentimento popolare Nasce da meccaniche divine Un rapimento mistico e sensuale Mi imprigiona a te Dovrei cambiare l'oggetto dei miei desideri Non accontentarmi di piccole gioie quotidiane Fare come un eremita Che rinuncia a sé E ti vengo a cercare Con la scusa di doverti parlare Perché mi piace ciò che pensi e che dici Perché in te vedo le mie radici. Questo secolo oramai alla fine Saturo di parassiti senza dignità Mi spinge solo ad essere migliore Con più volontà Emanciparmi dall'incubo delle passioni Cercare l'Uno al di sopra del Bene e del Male Essere un'immagine divina Di questa realtà E ti vengo a cercare Perché sto bene con te Perché ho bisogno della tua presenza
The Cold Cold Coast Of Greenland Performer(s): Roger McGuinn
Farewell and adieu love I'm bound for to sail To the cold coast of Greenland To capture the whale And there'll be no temptation To tarry there long For the wind and the snow love Will sing us their song
It's a hard sea to travel Through the storm and the gale And there's no compensation But to hunt for the whale With our oilskins and slickers And our boots to the knee We will roll and we'll pitch Through the cold Greenland sea
Oh the prize that we seek love Is as bold and as fine As the fastest of steeds Or the finest of wine He could easily send us With the power of his tail To a watery grave Ah the great Greenland whale
Farewell and adieu love I'm bound for to sail To the cold coast of Greenland To capture the whale And there'll be no temptation To tarry there long For the wind and the snow love Will sing us their song
Capullito De Alelí
Composer(s): Rafael Hernández
Performer(s): Nat King Cole
and multiple other artists
Lindo capullo de alelí Si tú supieras mi dolor Correspondieras a mi amor Y calmaras mi sufrir Porque tú sabes que sin tí La vida es nada para mí Tú bien lo sabes Capullito de aleli
No hay en el mundo para mí Otro capullo de alelí Que yo le brinde mi pasión Y que le dé mi corazón Porque tú eres la mujer A quien he dado mi querer Y te juré lindo alelí Fidelidad hasta morir
Por eso yo te canto a tí Mi capullito de alelí Dame tu aroma seductor Y un poquito de tu amor Porque tú sabes que sin tí La vida es nada para mí Tú bien lo sabes Capullito de alelí
É Só Me Pedir Composer(s): Astrud Gilberto Performer(s): Astrud Gilberto
Eu tenho amor para dar (eu tenho amor para dar) E uma casa no mar (e uma casa no mar)
E qualquer coisa que voce desejar É só me pedir, é só me pedir Seja no topo do céu Ou lá no fundo do mar É só me pedir, é só me pedir Que eu vou procurar, que eu vou encontrar
P'ra te fazer feliz, p'ra te fazer feliz P'ra te fazer feliz, p'ra te fazer feliz
Eu faço seja o que for, seja o que for P'ra conquistar seu amor Meu amorzinho me diz (me diz, me diz) Como te fazer feliz
E qualquer que voce desejar É só me pedir, é só me pedir Seja no norte ou no sul Seja vermelho ou azul É só me pedir, é só me pedir Que eu vou procurar, que eu vou encontrar
Pr'a te fazer feliz, pr'a te fazer feliz Pr'a te fazer feliz, p'ra te fazer feliz
The Coffee Song (They've Got an Awful Lot of Coffee in Brazil)
The Coffee Song (They've Got an Awful Lot of Coffee in Brazil) Composer(s): Bob Hilliard - Dick Miles Performer(s): Frank Sinatra and multiple other artists
(They've Got An Awful Lot Of Coffee Down In Brazil)
Way down among the Brazillians Coffee beans grow by the billions So they've got to find those extra cups to fill They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil You can't get cherry soda "Cause they've got to sell their quota And the way things are I guess they never will They've got a zillion tons of coffee in Brazil No tea or tomato juice You'll see no potato juice "Cause the planters down in Santos all say No! No! No! A politician's daughter Was accused of drinking water And was fineda great big fifty dollar bill They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil
Captured By The Moment
Composer(s): Bill Cuomo - Randy Goodrum - Steve Perry
Performer(s): Steve Perry
Where did he go The man who said, I have a dream Where have they gone The four who sang, to let it be
Jackie's alone She lost him one November day L.A. motel One sad mistake took Sam away
Oh remember then, remember when Captured by the moment In the magic of a yesterday Captured by the moment And I hope it never fades away
Sweet Janis cried Lord won't you buy a Benz for me Jimmy was right Castles made of sand slip to the sea
Oh remember then, remember when Captured by the moment In the magic of a yesterday Captured by the moment And I hope it never fades away Captured by the moment Oh in the magic of a yesterday
Otis replied A little tenderness we got to try One open door He tried to set the night on fire
Captured by the moment In the magic of a yesterday Captured by the moment And I hope it never fades away Captured by the moment Oh in the magic of a yesterday
E Se Domani ((French Version: Les Nuits Sans Toi (Dalida) - 1965)) Composer(s): Carlo Alberto Rossi - Giorgio Calabrese First release by: Fausto Cigliano - 1964 Covered by multiple other artists
E se domani io non potessi rivedere te? Mettiamo il caso che ti sentissi stanco di me Quello che basta all'altra gente Non mi darà nemmeno l'ombra della perduta felicità
E se domani, e sottolineo se All'improvviso perdessi te Avrei perduto il mondo intero, non solo te ....
The Coffee Song Composer(s): Tony Colton - Ray Smith Performer(s): Cream
There's a full time reservation Made in a bar at the railway station And there's a story, a kind of fable On a card at the corner table
On it is a message, been there some time It starts off: "The coffee tasted so fine"
It says: "One day, this may find you These few words may just remind you We sat here together just to pass time You said how the coffee tasted so fine"
It goes on to say: "I love you If you should find this I must hear from you" It gives a number but the name has faded away All that is left are just the words: "Maybe someday"
That's the story and the fable Never leave alone from a corner table
Captured Angel Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg
Found your heart And lost your lover Lick your wounds And run for cover
Take your time There'll be another And don't make the same mistake twice Unless you can pay the price
All the years You spent in growing End up one more Line you're towing Don't look know Your age is showing And its much too late To turn back You better pull in the slack
Captured Angel Aching to make your break Your freedom's at stake You better fly now... Fly now, fly now While your wings are still young Your cage door's been flung Wide open... And I'm hoping you see That there's a place beside me If you ever need it
Sold your dreams For sweet salvation Left with righteous indignation Now it seems that you face starvation And nourishment doesn't come cheap You better go back to sleep
Captured Angel Aching to make your break Your freedom's at stake You better fly now... Fly now, fly now While your wings are still young Your cage door's been flung Wide open... And I'm hoping you see That there's a place beside me If you ever need it
E Se Composer(s): Chico Buarque - Francis Hime
Performer(s): Fleurine
and multiple other artists
E se o oceano incendiar E se cair neve no sertão E se o urubu cocorocar E se o botafogo for campeão E se o meu dinheiro não faltar E se o delegado for gentil E se tiver bife no jantar E se o carnaval cair em abril E se o telefone funcionar E se o pantanal virar pirão E se o Pão-de-açucar desmanchar E se tiver sopa pro peão E se o oceano incendiar E se o Arapiraca for campeão E se à meia-noite o sol raiar E se o meu país for um jardim E se eu convidá-la pra dançar E se ela ficar assim assim E se eu lhe entregar meu coração E meu coração for um quindim E se o meu amor gostar então De mim
The Cocotte Composer(s): Cole Porter Performer(s): Cole Porter; Alexis Smith
While the lucky ones stick together With nothing to curse, but weather Permit me to tell you of my sad fate For due to my great discretion In practising my profession I suddenly wake up to find, I date
When ladies still had propriety Women like me were covered with glory But now since these damned society women Invaded my territory
A busted, disgusted, cocotte am I Just a flop from the top to the bottom I While those fat "femmes du monde" With the men, who once I owned Flash around like hell-bound, hippopotomi
???? ???? ???? with their names on their cheques-appeal To modern men, instead of sex, I now have ex-appeal What will Ma say to me When she sees I've turned out to be Unannoyed, unemployed, cocotte
A cheated, defeated, cocotte am I On the page, of this age, just a blot am I Since the girls known as chic Have invented new technique I'm afraid, in my trade, not so hot am I
As ladies mock, make love all so delectable The boys about, won't take me out I'm too respectable And on my tombstone, I trust Will be written "excuse the dust" Of a past, but a class cocotte
É Preciso Saber Viver Composer(s): Roberto Carlos - Erasmo Carlos Performer(s): Roberto Carlos and multiple other artists
Quem espera que a vida Seja feita de ilusão Pode até ficar maluco Ou morrer na solidão É preciso ter cuidado Pra mais tarde não sofrer
É preciso saber viver
Toda pedra do caminho Você deve retirar Numa flor que tem espinhos Você pode se arranhar Se o bem e o mal existem Você pode escolher É preciso saber viver
The Cockfight Composer(s): F. Blalock - M. Kelton Performer(s): Ian Campbell Folk Group
Fowler's the name, Stew Fowler! I'm a rooster Fightin's my racket Cock fightin'
I came all the way from Texas across the burnin' sand To wet my feathers in the Rio Grande I've hobbled for miles through Mexico I've come to kill a big rooster called Rojo (Doin' it all for chicken feed)
For a country red, Rojo's wild His fame is spread for many a mile The hens all cackle when Rojo's around But Stew Fowler's here to put Big Red down (I'll give them chickens somethin' to cackle about!)
It's mid afternoon as I stand in the street Of this Spanish town called Los Leghorn's Retreat At the end of the row a cantina stands (Ain't nothin' but a chicken coop) It's plainly the haunt of an outlaw band
The sign in the front reads La Grande de Nesto And it's there I know I'll find my foe, the fabled Rojo
I can hear fowl language Comin' out of that honky tonk I strut down the street, the cock of the walk I crow for Big Red to come out and talk
Through the swingin' doors Of the Grande de Nesto His head erect And his tail feathers low, steps Rojo! (I can tell he's a really bad egg)
His spurs are long and his eyes are green An uglier cock I've never seen He learned to be tough while he's in the pen But I know his weakness.....hens and gin
Then out of that honky tonk and up to Rojo's side Steps the prettiest little dance hall cackler in the West Bluesie Nuster, the southern fried feather duster (Gosh she's pretty I'd like to run my hands through that red comb of hers)
Rojo comes at me in a long lanky run Some people gather round to watch the fun (You know, people are the strangest chickens) Bird to bird and beak to beak I face Rojo, and my heart gets weak I crow and strut and I jump about And then I take off and I run 'Cause I done chickened out!
