Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Chi Mai Lo Sa ((aka Dove Andranno I Nostri Fiori (Patty Pravo) - 1966))
((Adapted from: Where Have All The Flowers Gone? (Pete Seeger) - 1960))
Composer(s): Pete Seeger - Daniele Pace
Performer(s): Gli Apostoli - 1965
Versions In Other Languages:
1962 - Que Sont Devenues Les Fleurs? (Dalida)
1962 - Sag Mir Wo Die Blumen Sind (Marlene Dietrich)
1963 - Waar Zijn Al De Bloemen Toch (Conny Vandenbos)
1963 - Hvor Er Som'rens Blomsterpragt (Katy Bødtger)
Ohhm sha la la la che sarà del nostro amor? chi mai può dir? che sarà del nostro amor? chi mai lo sa?
Come un fiore morirà chissà se durerà nessuno mai saprà nessuno mai saprà Ohhm sha la la la che sarà di me e di te? Chi mai può dir che sarà di me e di te? chi mai lo sa?
Non vorrai vedermi più? Vorrai restar con me? Nessuno mai saprà nessuno mai saprà
I Know What I Want For Christmas Composer(s): Charlie Black; Dana Hunt Performer(s): George Strait
This the season for generosity A time to give and to receive My Christmas list consists of just one sweet dream....
I know what I want for Christmas this year I hope my note got to Santa on time Im a little bit nervous, Its kind of a big thing Im asking for I dont know if I deserve it but, boy, if I get it Ill never ask for anything more It shines, its new And its the one wish that I wish would come true This year for Christmas I just wanna be with you
We can build a little fire We can sit and talk for hours Well just have fun You can tell me what you did Christmas morning as a kid And well talk about all our Christmases to come
And if I hang a little mistletoe in every single doorway Im sure to get a kiss And is it too much to ask for a snowman kind of snow To complete this singular wish? It shines, its new I know what I want and nothin else will do This year for Christmas I just want to be with you
This year for Christmas I just want to be with you
Sag mir wo - sag mir wo liegt ein Land das fremde Füáe nie betreten? Sag mir wo - sag mir wo liegt der Strand wo alte Spuren Iängst verwehten? Sag mir wo - sag mir wo gibt es Seen die wie klare Spiegel scheinen
glänzt das Sonnenlicht auf unbewohnten Steinen Sag wo gibt es noch das letzte paradies? Sag mir wo - sag mir wo gibt es Menschen die nicht nur nach Reichtum streben? Sag mir wo - sag mir wo gibt es Menschen die noch frei und glücklich leben? Sag mir wo - gibt es Mädchen
die sich für ein ganzes Leben lang verlieben? Wo sind alle diese Wunder denn geblieben? Sag wo gibt es noch ein letztes paradies? Sag wo gibt es noch ein letztes Paradies?
Saffron Dormouse And Lizzy Bee Composer(s): Roger Glover Performer(s): Roger Glover
Saffron Dormouse: Pots and pans all spick and span hanging there in a tidy row careful Tom don't scuff up the floor please don't make me scrub it again today we're on our way to the ball
Lizzy Bee: All day long I'm working like a slave but you'll never hear me complain in the sunshine or the rain
Saffron Dormouse: I've been asleep all Winter and now the spring is here it's time for you to hear my song
Lizzy Bee: (hope it's not too long)
Saffron Dormouse: Every room is clean and bright now we'd better be on our way Tom make sure you've got everything lock the door and give me the key let's go to see the show at the ball
Lizzy Bee: Back to work tomorrow, but tonight going to eat and dance 'till I fall at the feast and at the ball
Scavengers and sycophants and flatterers and fools Pharisees and parasites and hypocrites and ghouls Calculating swindlers, prevaricating frauds Perpetrating evil as they roam the earth in hordes Feeding on their fellow men Reaping rich rewards Contaminating everything they see Corrupting honest me like me Humbug! Poppycock! Balderdash! Bah! I hate people! I hate people! People are despicable creatures Loathesome inexplicable creatures Good-for-nothing kickable creatures I hate people! I abhor them! When I see the indolent classes Sitting on their indolent asses Gulping ale from indolent glasses I hate people! I detest them! I deplore them! Fools who have no money spend it Get in debt then try to end it Beg me on their knees befriend them Knowing I have cash to lend them Soft-hearted me! Hard-working me! Clean-living, thrifty and kind as can be! Situations like this are of interest to me I hate people! I loathe people! I despise and abominate people! Life is full of cretinous wretches Earning what their sweatiness fetches Empty minds whose pettiness stretches Further than I can see Little wonder I hate people And I don't care if they hate me!
Safety In Numbers Composer(s): Joe Macre; Rick Witkowski Performer(s): Crack The Sky
There's so many people Going to the races They paint on their faces And smile They watch the days fly by And don't even ask why Meanwhile The world that surrounds them Looks whithered and half dead And even your own head's been there You feel the depression And join the procession Nowhere As you march in the madness You crawl with the sadness That you might not leave the parade While the drummers are pounding You hear this astounding voice say: "Don't fear Come here Don't cry Stand by There's safety in numbers And numbers don't lie Don't lie"
As the troops keep progressing You notice you've fallen behind And you're calling in fear But they're just too caught up In the way they've been brought up to here You halt for a minute And consider this strange voice Could this be your choice to lead?
You hold the depression And watch the procession procede
As the stranger gets nearer His image gets clearer He calls out and you hear him say "You've issued a May Day And May will be home for the day So Don't fear Come here Don't cry Stand by There's safety in numbers And numbers don't lie Don't lie"
To yourself when yourself is Telling you that you're all That you have so just listen to You
So exit the madness And enter the gladness And you will become quite aware You can end the depression And join the procession somewhere And "Don't fear Come here Don't cry Stand by There's safety in numbers And numbers don't lie Don't lie"
I Guess It's Christmas Time
Composer(s): Peter Bliss; Shelly Peiken
Performer(s): *NSync
Feel the magic in the air
Christmas is all around
Somethin' about this special time of year
A blanket of snow falls down from the sky
Voices of angels
Open our hearts so we can open our arms
And we'll all join hands
To celebrate the goodness
That shines inside of everyone
It must have been a part of some great design
Guess it's Christmas time
Seein' the face of the little boys and girls
Singing their first "Noel"
A sweet refrain heard all around the world
A song of forgiveness, comforting peace
A time to remember, what life really means (life really means)
The important things (important things)
And we'll all join hands
To celebrate the goodness
That shines inside of everyone
It must have been a part of some great design
Guess it's Christmas time...
Guess it's Christmas time...
Open our hearts so we can open our arms
And we'll all join hands
To celebrate the goodness
That shines inside of everyone
It must have been a part of some great design
Guess it's Christmas time...
It must have been a part of some great design
Guess it's Christmas time...
Merry Christmas
Safe In My Garden Composer(s): John Phillips Performer(s): The Mamas & The Papas
Safe in my garden An ancient flower blooms And the scent from its nature Slowly squares my room And its perfume means such That it's causing me to swoon Safe in my garden (Could it be, we were hot-wired? Late one night while very tired) An ancient flower blooms (They stole our minds and thought we'd never know it) And the scent from its nature (With a bottle in each hand, to late to try to understand) We don't care where it lands we just throw it (Slowly squares my room) Somebody take us away Somebody take us away Safe in my garden (Could it be we were hot-wired late one night were very tired) An ancient flower blooms (They stole our minds and thought we'd never know it) And the scent from its nature (With a bottle in each hand, to late to try to understand) Slowly squares my room (We don't care where it lands we just throw it) (Somebody take us away) And its perfume means such (Somebody take us away) That it's causing me to swoon (Safe in my garden) When you go out in the street So many hassles with the heat (An ancient flower blooms) No one there can fill your desire (And the scent from its nature) Cops out with the megaphones Telling people stay inside their homes (Slowly squares my room) Man, can't they see the world's on fire? Somebody take us away Take us away Safe in our garden An ancient flower blooms And the scent from its nature (Cops out with the megaphones, telling people stay inside their homes) Man, the world's on fire (Slowly squares our room) Take us away Take us away
I Dream Of Christmas Composer(s): Brian May Performer(s): Anita Dobson
I sit alone by the fireside And watch the old year passing by Down the street they're singing party songs You know Christmas always makes me cry
I dream of Christmas I dream of Christmas Maybe my dreams will come true I dream of Christmas a merry Christmas I dream of Christmas and you
And so tonight my thoughts are reaching out Though you're a million miles away My dream is strong enough to see me through Our love's forever and a day
I dream of Christmas I dream of Christmas Maybe my dreams will come true I dream of Christmas a merry Christmas I dream of Christmas and you
And once again the world is filled with joy I want to share it far and wide Your spirit fills the air and comforts me I know you're always by my side
I dream of Christmas I dream of Christmas Maybe my dreams will come true I dream of Christmas a merry Christmas I dream of Christmas and you
I dream of Christmas I dream of Christmas Maybe my dreams will come true I dream of Christmas a merry Christmas I dream of Christmas and you I dream of Christmas and you
I dream of Christmas I dream of Christmas I dream of Christmas I dream of Christmas I dream of Christmas
Sad-Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands Composer(s): Bob Dylan Performer(s): Bob Dylan and multiple other artists
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes Oh, who among them do they think could bury you? With your pockets well protected at last And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass Who among them do they think could carry you? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums Should I leave them by your gate Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace And your basement clothes and your hollow face Who among them can think he could outguess you? With your silhouette when the sunlight dims Into your eyes where the moonlight swims And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns Who among them would try to impress you? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums Should I leave them by your gate Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
The kings of Tyrus with their convict list Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss And you wouldn't know it would happen like this But who among them really wants just to kiss you? With your childhood flames on your midnight rug And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs Who among them do you think could resist you? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums Should I leave them by your gate Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide To show you the dead angels that they used to hide But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side? Oh, how could they ever mistake you? They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms How could they ever, ever persuade you? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums Should I leave them by your gate Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show Who among them do you think would employ you? Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold And your saint like face and your ghostlike soul Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums Should I leave them by your gate Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
It's Sad To Belong Composer(s): Randy Goodrum Performer(s): England Dan & John Ford Coley; B.J. Thomas; Sofia
I met you on a springtime day You were minding your life and I was minding mine too Lady, when you looked my way I had a strange sensation and Darling, that's when I knew...
That it's sad to belong to someone else When the right one comes along Yes, it's sad to belong to someone else When the right one comes along
Oh, I wake up in the night And I reach beside me hoping you would be there But instead I find someone Who believed in me when I said I'd always care...
Oh, it's sad to belong to someone else When the right one comes along Yes, it's sad to belong to someone else When the right one comes along
So I'll live my life in a dream world For the rest of my days Just you and me walking hand in hand In a wishful memory... Oh, I guess it's all that it will ever be...
I wish I had a time machine, I could Make myself go back until the day I was born Then I would live my life again And rearrange it so that I'd be yours from now on
Oh, it's sad to belong to someone else When the right one comes along Yes, it's sad to belong to someone else When the right one comes along
Oh, it's sad to belong to someone else When the right one comes along Yes, it's sad to belong to someone else When the right one comes along
Oh, it's sad to belong to someone else When the right one comes along Yes, it's sad to belong to someone else When the right one comes along
Oh, it's sad to belong to someone else When the right one comes along Yes, it's sad to belong to someone else When the right one comes along
I Believe In Santa Claus Composer(s): Dolly Parton Performer(s): Dolly Parton & Kenny Rogers; The Countdown Kids; The Statler Brothers
I believe in Santa Claus I believe in Santa Claus I believe there's always hope when all seems lost I believe in Santa Claus I believe in Santa Claus I'll tell you why I do
I believe that dreams and plans and wishes can come true I believe in miracles I believe in magic too I believe in Santa Claus and I believe in you
I believe in family in country and in smiles I believe in turning negatives to positives in life I believe in looking farther up the farther down we get
I believe when someone hurts us we should forgive and forget And I believe in Santa Claus I believe in Santa Claus I believe that love should prevail at any cost and I believe in Santa Claus
I believe in saying what you mean and meaning what you say I believe a better attitude can make a better way I believe in viewing life as a journey that we're on
And lookin' at our troubles as another stepping stone And I believe that everything that it is what it's meant to be I believe there is a God somewhere although he's hard to see
I believe I am so therefore I should do all that I can To be a better piece in the puzzle of God's plan And I believe in Santa Claus I believe in Santa Claus
I believe there's always hope when all seems lost I believe in Santa Claus Let the little children sing (I believe in Santa Claus I believe in Santa Claus I believe in Santa Claus I believe in Santa Claus)
Let the whole world to sing with us I believe in Santa Claus I believe in Santa Claus I believe in Santa Claus I believe in Santa Claus
Let the whole world to sing with us I believe in Santa Claus I believe in Santa Claus I believe there's always hope when all seems lost I believe in Santa Claus
I Believe In Father Christmas Composer(s): Greg Lake; Peter Sinfield Performer(s): Greg Lake; and various other artists
They said there'll be snow at Christmas They said there'll be peace on Earth But instead it just kept on raining A veil of tears for the Virgin's birth I remember one Christmas morning A winters light and a distant choir And the peal of a bell and that Christmas Tree smell And their eyes full of tinsel and fire
They sold me a dream of Christmas They sold me a Silent Night And they told me a fairy story 'Till I believed in the Israelite And I believed in Father Christmas And I looked at the sky with excited eyes 'Till I woke with a yawn in the first light of dawn And I saw him and through his disguise
I wish you a hopeful Christmas I wish you a brave New Year All anguish pain and sadness Leave your heart and let your road be clear They said there'll be snow at Christmas They said there'll be peace on Earth Hallelujah Noel be it Heaven or Hell The Christmas you get you deserve
Sad Songs (Say So Much) Composer(s): Elton John; Bernie Taupin Performer(s): Elton John
Guess there are times when we all need to share a little pain And ironing out the rough spots Is the hardest part when memories remain And it's times like these when we all need to hear the radio 'Cause from the lips of some old singer We share the troubles we already know
Turn 'em on, turn 'em on Turn on those sad songs When all hope is gone Why don't you tune in and turn them on
They reach into your room Just feel their gentle touch When all hope is gone Sad songs say so much
If someone else is suffering enough to write it down When every single word makes sense Then it's easier to have those songs around The kick inside is in the line that finally gets to you And it feels so good to hurt so bad And suffer just enough to sing the blues
Turn 'em on, turn 'em on Turn on those sad songs When all hope is gone Why don't you tune in and turn them on
Sad songs they say, sad songs they say Sad songs they say, sad songs they say so much
Turn 'em on, turn 'em on Turn on those sad songs When all hope is gone Why don't you tune in and turn them on
How Many Cookies Can Santa Claus Eat?
Composer(s): Tom Paxton
Performer(s): Tom Paxton
Last Christmas Eve in our house before we went to bed
Daddy smiled at Momma and this is what he said
"It's a long, long night for Santa around the world and back
I believe Saint Nick'll get hungry, I believe he'd like a snack"
Sister get a glass of milk, brother get the jar
Look inside and tell me how many ginger snaps there are
We're leaving some for Santa, what a friendly thing to do
For it's hungry work he's doing and we don't want to leave too few
So
How many cookies can Santa Claus eat?
Can Santa Claus eat? Can Santa Claus eat?
How many cookies can Santa Claus eat?
How hungry will he be?
We'd better pile the plate so high
With cookies nearly to the sky
To feed Saint Nick so he can fly
To kids like you and me
We found some oatmeal cookies, some peanut butter too
And though we had no choc'late chip, Dad said these would do
We left them by the chimney, with a little note that said
With love to Santa from the kids all fast asleep in bed
How many cookies can Santa Claus eat?
Can Santa Claus eat? Can Santa Claus eat?
How many cookies can Santa Claus eat?
How hungry will he be?
We'd better pile the plate so high
With cookies nearly to the sky
To feed Saint Nick so he can fly
To kids like you and me
Next morning we were happy, with presents 'round the tree
We were so excited, that it took a while to see
That the glass was empty, and on the plate one crumb
And a note from Santa saying, Thank you, yum, yum, yum!
How many cookies can Santa Claus eat?
Can Santa Claus eat? Can Santa Claus eat?
How many cookies can Santa Claus eat?
How hungry will he be?
We'd better pile the plate so high
With cookies nearly to the sky
To feed Saint Nick so he can fly
To kids like you and me