Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Sailor - 1961 (aka Sailor (Your Home Is the Sea) - 1960) (Adapted from: Seemann, Deine Heimat Ist Das Meer - 1960) ((French Version: Marin (Enfant Du Voyage)) Composer(s): Fini Busch; Werner Scharfenberger; David West Performer(s): Petula Clark - 1961
(Sailor stop your roaming)
Sailor, stop your roaming Sailor, leave the sea Sailor, when the tide turns Come home, safe to me
As you sail across the sea All my love is there beside you In Capri or Amsterdam, Honolulu or Siam To the harbour of my heart I will sent my love to guide you As I call across the sea Come home to me
Sailor, stop your roaming Sailor, leave the sea Sailor, when the tide turns Come home, safe to me
As you sail across the sea All my love is there beside you In Capri or Amsterdam, Honolulu or Siam To the harbour of my heart I will sent my love to guide you As I call across the sea Come home to me
I Was Young Once Too Composer(s): Robert Bryne; Richard Leigh Performer(s): Alabama
He raced that engine down the track
'round the tree on Christmas Day I was so amazed my Dad would play with trains I saw a sparkle in his eye, then I heard him say "Come on son, let's play, I was young once too"
He washed that Buick faithfully, Lord, he kept her clean I thought that machine meant more to him than me On the day I turned sixteen, he threw me the keys Said, "I was young once too, now she belongs to you"
He was such a young man then, I'm older than that now I hope I measure up to him, when the circle comes around
I saw him in the attic sittin' cross legged on the floor With some old photographs, he pointed and he laughed He said, "That's me in that picture", I said "No son, that's your dad I was young once too, and looked a lot like you"
I was young once too, I was young once too
Merry Christmas son, I wish your Grandpa were here He was young once too, and looked like me and you
Sailing To Philadelphia Composer(s): James Taylor; Mark Knopfler First release by: James Taylor, Mark Knopfler
I am Jeremiah Dixon I am a Geordie boy A glass of wine with you, sir And the ladies I'll enjoy All Durham and Northumberland Is measured up by my own hand It was my fate from birth To make my mark upon the earth...
He calls me Charlie Mason A stargazer am I It seems that I was born To chart the evening sky They'd cut me out for baking bread But I had other dreams instead This baker's boy from the west country Would join the Royal Society...
We are sailing to Philadelphia A world away from the coaly Tyne Sailing to Philadelphia To draw the line A Mason-Dixon Line
Now you're a good surveyor, Dixon But I swear you'll make me mad The West will kill us both You gullible Geordie lad You talk of liberty How can America be free A Geordie and a baker's boy In the forests of the Iroquois...
Now hold your head up, Mason See America lies there The morning tide has raised The capes of Delaware Come up and feel the sun A new morning has begun Another day will make it clear Why your stars should guide us here...
We are sailing to Philadelphia A world away from the coaly Tyne Sailing to Philadelphia To draw the line A Mason-Dixon Line
I Was Born On Christmas Day Composer(s): Bob Stanley; Pete Wiggs; Ian Catt Performer(s): Saint Etienne
Spent the summer holed up in a room Looking pretty, won't you be here soon? EuroDisney, could not work at all A little bird had told me in the fall Getting groovy after Hallowe'en Mid-November, got back on the scene I'm so glad that I just got my pay! I was born on Christmas day
In December, my heart's full of spring I could phone you, tell you everything Like the crazy evenings on the yacht Tim and Sarah went and tied the knot! Did you know they pulled the town hall down? I don't think you'll recognise this town Never could have been a tennis wife Get into the acting life
Getting groovy after Hallowe'en Mid-November, got back on the scene I'm so glad that I just got my pay! I was born on Christmas day I was born on Christmas day I was born on Christmas day
I Will Go Sailing No More (French Version: Jamais Plus Je Ne Volerai - 1995) Composer(s): Randy Newman First release by: Randy Newman - 1995 Covered by multiple other artists
Out among the stars I sing Way beyond the moon In my silver ship I sail A dream that ended too soon Now I know exactly who I am and what I'm here for And I will go sailing no more
All the things I thought I'd be All the brave things I've done Vanish like a snowflake With the rising of the sun Never more to sail my ship Where no man has gone before And I will go sailing no more
But no, it can't be true I could fly if I wanted to Like a bird in the sky If I believed I could fly Why, I'd fly
I Want An Alien For Christmas Performer(s): Fountains Of Wayne
This year for christmas There's something I'd really like So if you're up there somewhere Santa Please don't bring me another bike I don't need any ugly sweaters And I don't play much basketball But there's something kinda special That I want most of all
I want an alien for christmas Bring me an alien this year I want a little green guy about 3 feet high With 17 eyes, who knows how to fly I want an alien for christmas, this year
He can live in the bath-tub So don't worry about a thing And I'll take him out for walks When it gets nicer in the spring I'll always keep him company He'll never be alone And we can hang around the house all day And watch The Twilight Zone
I want an alien for christmas Bring me an alien this year I want a little green guy about 3 feet high With 17 eyes, who knows how to fly I want an alien for christmas, this year
I want an alien for christmas Bring me an alien this year I want a little green guy about 3 feet high With 17 eyes, who knows how to fly I want an alien for christmas, this year I want an alien for christmas, this year
Jamais Plus Je Ne Volerai (Adapted from: I Will Go Sailing No More - 1995) Composer(s): Randy Newman; Charlélie Couture Performer(s): Charlélie Couture - 1995
Sous les étoiles je chante Au delà des lunes Dans mon grand vaisseau dargent Le rêve sachève Je sais bien sur, qui je suis Et pourquoi je suis là Mais jamais plus je ne volerai
Non, cest impossible Après tout, bien sur Si je voulais, je pourrais menvoler Pourtant jamais plus je ne volerai
(I Want A) Rock And Roll Guitar Composer(s): J.P. Richardson Performer(s): Johnny Preston
A ho ho ho...... It was the night before Christmas and everthing was real quiet So I thought I'd take myself a little walk at Christmas Eve Night I was makin' it on down the street when to my surprise I saw this little bitty cat with big old tears in his eyes Now I could see he was standin' in front of this music store and looked real brought down I could hear what he was sayin' he didn't know I was around...he say.....
I want a rock an' roll guitar With a big bass string I want a rock an' roll guitar So I can play the thing
I wanna be on t.v. Like a rock an' roll star I want Santa Claus to bring me A rock an' roll guitar
Ha ha ha..... So-a I walked over to him-a 'cause I understand I, I thought I'd cheer him up so I say "Look-a-here little man A-you don't want no rock an' roll guitar you want a six gun like the Lone Ranger has so you can run around sayin'-a hi ho Silver, Kimo sabe, and all that cowboy jazz Or how would you like old Santa to bring you a little dump truck so you could go around a-dumpin' things"..... And he say, "Man, I don't want no dumptruck I want somethin' that swings".....He say.....
I want a rock an' roll guitar With a big bass string I want a rock an' roll guitar So I can play that thing
I wanna be on t.v. Like a rock an' roll star I want Santa Claus to bring me A rock an' roll guitar
Ha, ha, wait a minute there, wait a minute, hold on, hold on I say I say, hold on there little fellow ah why don't you be like the little chicks and cats and wish for a space helmet or a rocketship or something wild like that? And you know what he say? He say..... "Look here dad, I don't want no plane or no train or nothin' square like that that ain't the lick for me When I awake this whole place is gonna shake 'cause you know what I want under my Christmas tree!"....He say.....
I want a rock an' roll guitar With a big bass string I want a rock an' roll guitar So I can play the thing
I wanna be on t.v. Like a rock an' roll star I want Santa Claus to bring me A rock an' roll guitar
Ho ho ho, crazy little fellow, crazy, yeah, say...
I Want A Hippopotamus For Christmas Composer(s): John Rox Performer(s): Captain & Tennille; and various other artists
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas Only a hippopotamus will do Don't want a doll No dinky tinker toy I want a hippopotamus to play with and enjoy
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas I don't think Santa Clause will mind, do you? He won't have to use our dirty chimney flue Just bring him through the front door That's the easy thing to do
I can see me now on Christmas morning Creeping down the stairs Oh what joy and what surprise When I open up my eyes To see a hippo hero standing there
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas Only a hippopotamus will do No crocodiles No rhinoceroses I only like hippopotamuses And hippopotamuses like me too
Mom says the hippo would eat me up But then teacher says a hippo is a vegetarian
There's lots of room for him in our two car garage I'd feed him and wash him there And give him his massage
I can see me now on Christmas morning Creeping down the stairs Oh what joy and what surprise When I open up my eyes To see a hippo hero standing there
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas Only a hippopotamus will do No crocodiles No rhinoceroses I only like hippopotamuses And hippopotamuses like me too
I Wanna Be Santa Claus Composer(s): Richard Starkey; Mark Hudson; Dick Monda Performer(s): Ringo Starr
I wanna be Santa Claus I wanna get all the toys Just like Santa Claus I'd give them away To all the girls and boys
Then, if I could be Santa Claus Coming through for everyone And the gifts that I'd bring could make your heart sing We'd have so much fun
Santa Claus is someone who comes once a year But I could be there every day, bringing Christmas cheer
I wanna be Santa Claus I wanna ride in the sleigh Then I'd fly through the air And catch a star tonight for Christmas Day
Santa Claus is someone who comes once a year But I could be there every day, bringing Christmas cheer
If I could be Santa Claus I'd make every dream come true And sign every card exactly the same With love from me to you, ooh
(I wanna be, I wanna be Santa Claus) I wanna be Santa Claus (I wanna be, I wanna be Santa Claus) I wanna be Santa Claus Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo (I wanna be Santa Claus) I wanna be Santa Claus
Volando (Adapted from: Sailing - 1972) Composer(s): Gavin Sutherland; Alessandro Colombini Performer(s): I Dik Dik - 1975
Titles In Other Languages: 1975 - Ma Musique 1998 - Ik Wil Varen
Navigando, navigando, sto volando via di qua verso un mondo, colorato, verso nuo ve realta` Che succede, che succede, l'o rizzonte non c'e` piu`, nella mente tra sparente sei rimasta solo tu Sono bianche le pareti, il tuo viso su di me naufragare in un sorriso inventato insieme a te Le tue mani, le tue mani innocenti su di me, come e` calda la tua pelle, sto tremando piu` di te Le tue mani, le tue mani innocenti su di me come e` calda la tua pelle, sto tre mando piu` di te Sto tremando piu` di te... Oh sto tremando piu` di te... Oh sto tremando piu` di te...
Pablo De Paja Composer(s): Fernando Ubiergo Performer(s): Fernando Ubiergo
Ella sonríe dorada de sol Arena blanca y olas de cartón Tiene mirada de "cómprame dos" y entre sus manos un sueño de latón
Tras la autopista y desde un trigal Pablo la mira, la quiere alcanzar Enamorado, tan flaco que está Bajo su abrigo el viento soplará
... Y lloverá, los autos pasarán Después una mirada atraviesa la humedad Y en el camino quedan dos Dándose besos de vapor Como fantasmas en la oscuridad Sintiendo amor Pablo de paja, niña de lata En la carretera treinta y dos
Todo era hermoso hasta que un camión Trajo un letrero de aceite super oil Y la muñeca del "cómprame dos" Sacrificada en trocitos de cartón
Tras la autopista y desde el trigal Pablo la mira, no la puede ayudar Desesperado la quiere alcanzar Espantapájaros, se queda en su lugar
... Y llorará, los pájaros vendrán Después un viento bueno Su sombrero hará volar Y en el camino eran dos Dándose besos de vapor Como fantasmas en la oscuridad Sintiendo amor Pablo de paja, niña de lata En la carretera treinta y dos
Sailing Composer(s): Christopher Cross First release by: Christopher Cross - 1980 Covered by multiple other artists
Well, it's not far down to paradise, at least it's not for me And if the wind is right you can sail away and find tranquility Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see Believe me
It's not far to never-never land, no reason to pretend And if the wind is right you can find the joy of innocence again Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see Believe me
Sailing takes me away to where I've always heard it could be Just a dream and the wind to carry me And soon I will be free
Fantasy, it gets the best of me When I'm sailing All caught up in the reverie, every word is a symphony Won't you believe me?
Sailing takes me away to where I've always heard it could be Just a dream and the wind to carry me And soon I will be free
Well it's not far back to sanity, at least it's not for me And if the wind is right you can sail away and find serenity Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see Believe me
Sailing takes me away to where I've always heard it could be Just a dream and the wind to carry me And soon I will be free
Pa' Trabajar Composer(s): Fito Páez Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto
El alma hace al cuerpo El cuerpo al hombre La lengua a sus palabras Y así arruinamos todo de un principio Sin querer decirnos nada Jugamos a agitar las multitudes En las plazas y en los barrios Habrá que afiliarse a algún partido Como comprar ciertos diarios Si bien debemos empezar de nuevo Aprendamos del pasado ... El lobo siempre se come al cordero Si éste se queda sentado El hombre es el espejo de sus actos No importa, las lágrimas húmedas se secarán Tejiendo en el mañana una sonrisa Que ayude pa' trabajar Que ayude pa' trabajar Hoy somos como un árbol en invierno Desprovisto de hojas verdes Hoy somos el futuro acumulado En la verede de enfrente Hoy somos el fruto de la cosecha La semilla adolecente Tenemos una casa tan, tan grande Y cada uno en su kiosco A ver si un día de estos la miramos Para ver si no es de otro A ver si un día de estos la miramos Nos veremos a nosotros El hombre es espejo ...
Sailin' Shoes Composer(s): Lowell George First release by: Little Feat - 1972 Covered by multiple other artists
There's a lady in a turban In a cocaine tree And she does a dance so rhythmically There's a crying and a singing Wouldn't have any time But don't that cocaine tree look fine
But you gotta put on your sailin' shoes Put on your sailin' shoes Everyone will start to cheer When you put on your sailin' shoes
Girl doctor doctor I feel so bad This is the worst day I've ever had Said happiness and misery Misery very long time Coz if you if I lay you on the line
But you gotta put on your sailin' shoes Put on your sailin' shoes Everyone will hip hooray When you put on your sailin' shoes
Jedidah He's got a dime says he catches more fish every time Well I've gotta line If you've got a pole Well I'll meet you at the fishing hole
But you gotta put on your sailin' shoes Put on your sailin' shoes Everyone will start to cheer When you put on your sailin' shoes
Pa' Todo El Año Composer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez Performer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez; and various other artists
Por tu amor que tanto quiero Y tanto extraño Que me sirvan otra copa y muchas mas Que me sirvan de una vez pa' todo el año Que me pienso seriamente enborrachar
Si te cuentan que vieron muy borracho Orgullosamente diles que es por ti Porque yo tendre el valor de no negarlo Gritare que por tu amor me estoy matando Y sabran que por tus besos me perdi
Para de hoy en adelante Ya el amor no me interesa Cantare por todo el mundo Mi dolor y mi tristeza
Porque se que de este golpe Ya no voy a levantarme Y aunque yo no lo quisiera Voy a morirme de amor ...
Sailin' Home Composer(s): Nockovic; Parfitt; Tucakovic Performer(s): Demis Roussos
Sailin' home across the ocean Sailin' home, we're goin' to be free Down below the crew's in motion To defy the violence of the sea Feelin' young, feelin' strong At the height of the fight So nothin' can go wrong We know we always wanna be fightin' the sea
The giant waves are rollin' higher It's gonna be a cold and rainy night The hands on deck are raw and tired Prayin' for a sign of distant light Feelin' young and feelin' strong And the might of the night Is pounding dark and long We know we always wanna be fightin' the sea
But there's the light and there's the fire The harbour quay shines dimly on the shore We can see the steeple's spire And now we know we won the fight once more Feelin' young and feelin' strong And tonight came out right Tomorrow could be wrong We know we always wanna be fightin' the sea
So young, so strong, so hard and long Feeling young and feeling strong And tonight came out right But tomorrow could be wrong We know we always wanna be fightin' the sea (Sailing home across the ocean) (Sailing home, going to be free) Going to be free (So young, so hard, so hard ...)
På Söndag English Title: On Sunday Composer(s): Stig Olin Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog & Christian (with Michael B. Tretow)
Det glada som hänt Den lycka vi känt Beror på att ``söcken'' Till helgdag blir vänt! På söndag, på söndag, på söndag!
Oh, vi går genom staden Av blommor och sten Och tar promenaden Igenom allén Sen åker vi väl I en karusell Vi önskar det aldrig den dagen blev kväll! Oh, vi önskar, vi önskar vareviga dag Var söndag, var söndag, var söndag
En ballong! (Det har vi inte råd med) En ballong! (Nej jag har inga pengar) Låt'en få en ballong, en enda gång! Oh, vareviga da' Vi ville det va' På söndag, på söndag, på söndag
Jag viskar ett ord Och middan är gjord På värdshuset väntar Bord, duka dig bord! På söndag, på söndag, på söndag!
Oh, så blir det assietter Och vin i karaff Sallad och kotletter Och Biff à la Paff Men på Gröna Lund Vi går om en stund Och sedan berättar jag allt för John Blund Oh, vi önskar, vi önskar vareviga dag Var söndag, var söndag, var söndag
Mera glass! (Nej nu får det vara nog) Mera glass! (Du får ont i magen då) Låt'en få mera glass i stora lass! Oh, vareviga da' Vi ville det va' På söndag, på söndag, på söndag
