Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Se Fuerza La Máquina Composer(s): Gato Pérez Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto
Este genero divino, esta musica excelente que es la musica del pueblo con la que baila la gente tiene un gran problema amigos, tiene un serio inconve.. exige tantas energias que la salud se nos resiente
Es la rumba y es el tango, son el jazz y el rock & roll un volcan de sentimientos por donde habla el corazón asi se gasta adrenalina y se bebe mucho alcohol para afinar las emociones y acordarse del dolór
Se fuerza la maquina de noche y de dia y el cantante con los músicos se juegan la vida se fuerza la maquina de noche y de dia y el cantante con los musicos se juegan la vida
Si el cantante va cargado casi expresa lo que siente si va fresco canta triste y no conecta con la gente melodias eternas, encadenan la armonia cuando el musico es sincero toca trozos de su vida
Se fuerza...
Cuando el público se acerca y se prende a las canción una magia misteriosa se apodera del ambiente musica, musica, musica, musica y palabras y se conbinan en un dialogo inedito y profundo
Santa Looked A Lot Like Daddy
Composer(s): Buck Owens; Don Rich
First release by: Buck Owens - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists
Santa looked like daddy
Or daddy looked like him
It's not the way I had him pictured
Santa was a' much too thin
He didn't come down the chimney
So momma must have let him in
Santa looked a lot like daddy
Or daddy looked a lot like him
Well, they thought I was fast a' sleepin'
They thought that I was tucked in bed
They never thought I'd come a' peepin'
Or that I'd hear what was said
Santa put his arm around momma
And momma put her arm around him
So if Santa Claus ain't daddy
Then I'm a gonna tell on them
Santa looked like daddy
Or daddy looked like him
It's not the way I had him pictured
Santa was a' much too thin
He didn't come down the chimney
So momma must have let him in
Santa looked a lot like daddy
Or daddy looked a lot like him
I never saw Dancer or Prancer
I never heard the sleigh bells ring
An' I never saw the Red Nosed reindeer
Like they show on the TV screen
But he sure brought a lot of presents
So Santa Claus, he must have been
And Santa looked a lot like daddy
Or daddy looked a lot like him
Santa looked like daddy
Or daddy looked like him
It's not the way I had him pictured
Santa was a' much too thin
He didn't come down the chimney
So momma must have let him in
Santa looked a lot like daddy
Or daddy looked a lot like him
Se Fue Mi Corazon Composer(s): R. de León; Phil Trim; A. Algueró Performer(s): Raphael
Cuando me enteré lloré de amor por ti y te perdí Lloré con rencor, lloré con dolor tu falsedad Y también mi soledad y llorando, corazón Te pregunté con ansiedad Dime por qué te fuiste lejos de mí Ningún motivo te di ni te falté Vuelve otra vez a mi rincón Cuenta sin miedo con mi perdón ¿Por qué te has ido de mi lado, corazón? Nunca lograré poder sin ti soñar ni respirar Morir es mejor que andar sin tu amor Y yo te pido por piedad que de verdad me digas Dime por qué te fuiste lejos de mí Ningún motivo te di ni te falté Vuelve otra vez a mi rincón Cuenta sin miedo con mi perdón ¿Por qué te has ido de mi lado, corazón? Dime por qué te fuiste lejos de mí Ningún motivo te di ni te falté Vuelve otra vez a mi rincón Cuenta sin miedo con mi perdón Vuelve a mi lado, te lo pido, corazón
Santa Got A DWI
Composer(s): Sherwin Linton
Performer(s): Sherwin Linton
Santa won't be back next Christmas Eve
It sounds strange I know, it's hard to believe
But the State Patrol's watchin' everybody these days
He was weavin in the sky in his reindeer's sleigh
So they radioed to every cop in the state
That it was only a matter of minutes to wait
When he landed on a housetop there they were
Tellin' Santa to exhale in a breath-a-lizer
But Santa refused to take the breath-a-lizer test
"In that case buddy..., you're under arrest...!"
They frisked him where he landed on that little housetop
Found a miniature bottle of Pepermint Schnapps
Santa got a DWI
For weaving around in the sky
Believe me, I wouldn't lie
Oh..., Santa got a DWI
They took him down to the County Jail
Gave him one phone call to raise ten-thousand bail
By some strange note - Santa called me
Said he needed ten-grand just to set himself free
I told him I'd get on it and do what I could do
But I can't make anyone believe that my story is true
Just tryin' to help Santa, I don't mean no harm
Now they're tryin' to put me in the funny farm
They impounded Santa's sleigh and his reindeer too
And they'll probably end up in the City Zoo
And there won't be any Santa next Christmas Eve
I can't raise his bail..., no one will believe
Santa got a DWI
For weaving around in the sky
Believe me, I wouldn't lie
Oh..., Santa got a DWI
There's a moral to the song, don't be mad or sad
If you have a few nippers, better take a cab
Don't ever try to drink if you can't walk
Cuz even ole Santa ain't above the law
Santa got a DWI
For weaving around in the sky
Believe me, I wouldn't lie
Oh..., Santa got a DWI
Santa got a DWI
For weaving around in the sky
Believe me, I wouldn't lie
Oh..., Santa got a DWI
Everybody now..........
Santa got a DWI
For weaving around in the sky
Believe me, I wouldn't lie
Oh..., Santa got a DWI..., Yeah..., Santa got a DWI...
Oh..., Santa got a DWI..., Yeah..., Santa got a DWI...
Oh..., Santa got a DWI..., Yeah..., Santa got a DWI...
Santa Claus Lane
Composer(s): Bridget Benenate; Matthew Gerrard; Jay Landers; Charlie Midnight
Performer(s): Hilary Duff; The Superstarz Kids
I remember last Christmas Eve Something happened that I couldn't believe I went for a walk as the snow came down And when it stopped I was in a different town And the sign said have no fear; your not lost your here!
Walking this Christmas Down Santa Claus lane No need to wonder No need to explain Just have some faith in what you see Your right here where you wanna be Walking this christmas Down Santa Claus lane Down Santa Claus Lane
Elves were standing in the street Snow men and reindeer came out to greet Silver bells chimed from far away As santa rode by on an open sleigh And he told me have no fear Your not lost, your here!
Walking this christmas Down Santa Claus lane No need to wonder No need to explain Just have some faith in what you see Your right here where you wanna be Walking this christmas Down Santa Claus lane Down Santa Claus Lane
I don't know how I dont know when but one day I'll be back again
And he told me have no fear Your not lost your here
Walking this christmas Down Santa Claus lane No need to wonder No need to explain Just have some faith in what you see Your right here where you wanna be Walking this christmas Down Santa Claus lane
Se Essa Rua Fosse Minha Composer(s): Chico Buarque; Djavan; A. Antunes; Caetano Veloso Performer(s): Raimundo Fagner
Eu sou a luz do mundo e ninguém me vê aqui Eu sou o sal da terra e ninguém me sabe aqui Brincando de existir Ninguém pode me pegar Eu sou a voz da vida, nada vai me calar
Pivete, capitão da areia, trombadinha A imensidão da noite para habitar A lua, mas se essa rua fosse minha Meu caminho, meu sono, meu zanzar
Ducha de chuva fria e sol de aquecedor Cama de viaduto e carros de cobertor Letreiros de bê-á-bá Vitrines de ver TV Beijos de cola e colo de esmola pra comer
Pivete, capitão da areia, trombadinha A imensidão da noite para habitar A lua, mas se essa rua fosse minha Meu caminho, meu sono, meu zanzar... Corre menino, vem menino perto de mim
Santa Claus Is Watching You Composer(s): Ray Stevens Performer(s): Ray Stevens; The Wacky Redneck Hillbillies
Now babydoll, sweetie-pie, sugarplum, honey-bunch, angel face You know you better be good And act like two fine lovers should Be careful what you say and do 'Cause Santa Claus is watchin' you (He's everywhere, he's everywhere)
You'd better kiss and hold me tight An' give me good lovin' every night 'Cause you'll be sorry if ya make me blue 'Cause Santa Claus is watchin' you (He's everywhere, he's everywhere)
Well you may thing you can sneak around and get away with something But there ain't no way 'Cause Santa's no fool, he's really super cool He's the secret head of the CIA Eesh, Iish, crime don't pay (You can't do nothin' cause you're never alone He's even got a wire tap on your phone)
So baby if you ever but do me wrong Break my heart and leave me alone When Christmas comes, you be crying too 'Cause Santa Claus is watching you (He's everywhere, he's everywhere)
Every Christmas season, he climbs on his sled full of toys With fuel exhaust and side mirrors, the foxtails, the mudflaps, the leopard-skin seats covers And spreads Christmas cheer to all good little girls and boys Then he says on Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen and Bruce and Marvin, Leon, Cletus and George and Bill and Slick and Do-right, Clyde and Ace and Blackie and Queenie, and Prince and Spot and Rover (So where's Rudolph - He's on a stakeout at your house) You can run, you can hide, but you can't get away Got binoculars focused on you everyday
So baby if you ever but do me wrong Break my heart and leave me alone When Christmas comes, you be crying too 'Cause Santa Claus is watching you (He's everywhere, he's everywhere)
Yeah Santa Claus is watching you (he's everywhere oh lord have mercy) Santa's got his eyes all over you You better watch out Ooh, look out there's Santa Claus now peepin' around the corner Shoot, you in deep trouble You know that? I don't think you understand the situation I got a call into the North Pole right now Them little elves gonna come down here Whoop up on you I mean you gotta be true blue, through and through Or Santa gonna get you
Santa Claus Is Coming To Town/Santa Man
Haven Gillespie; J. Fred Coots; Alan Paul
Performer(s): The Manhattan Transfer
You better watch out You better not cry You better not pout I'm tellin' you why Santa Claus is comin' to town
He's makin' a list Checkin' it twice Gonna find out who's naughty or nice Santa Claus is comin' to town
He sees you when you're sleepin' He knows when you're awake He knows if you've been bad or good So be good for goodness sake!
You better watch out You better not cry You better not pout I'm tellin' you why Santa Claus is comin' to town...to town
Over there Santa Claus is comin' so be prepared Don't you cry or worry Go and get your stocking hung Every little thing to do is done Santa's list of toys is gone, the tree the cue And don't forget to brush every little one 'Cause soon as your sleepin' Teeth police will come checkin' To see if every pearl is glistenin' Don't be missin' any spot Or they'll tattle-tale And Santa he won't come
You're dealin' with toyland springs When he brings the season joy With toys and things But if you go dancin' Samba through the night Be warned, beware Or else you'll scare the hair off of Rudolph And he'll fly from here That's a fact and then you'll cry and rave And wish that you'd behaved So heed this warning Before morning comes upon you Go to sleep and goodnight!
All the boys and girls dream of Toyland Wish that the snowman soon would play And they are sure to get their wishes met When they hear the words we say...
You better watch out You better not cry You better not pout I'm tellin' you why Santa Claus is comin' Santa Claus is comin' Santa Claus is comin' to town To town! To town! Look out old Santa is back - yeah!
Se Contenter D'ici Bas Composer(s): Carla Bruni; Julien Clerc; Hervé Brault Performer(s): Julien Clerc
Ça ne se sait pas Ça ne s'attend pas Parfois même c'est malgré soi Ça s'emmêle à nous Ça se mêle de tout Ça peut rendre comme fou Ça ne s'invente pas Ça ne se ment pas Ça ne se contrefait pas Ça ne se vole pas Ça ne se veut pas Ça se laisse venir comme ça
Et s'il ne restait que ça Si on ne faisait plus que ça Se contenter d'ici-bas Et s'il ne restait que ça S'il n'y avait rien au-delà Etre heureux maintenant et là
Ça ne s'oublie pas Ça s'installe en soi Ça se suffit d'une fois Ça ne demande pas Ni même pourquoi Car ça ne s'explique pas Ça n'se regrette pas Ça n'se recherche pas Ça n's'abandonne pas Ça n'se retient pas Ça se frôle du doigt Ça s'en va et c'est comme ça
Et s'il ne restait que ça Si on ne faisait plus que ça Se contenter d'ici-bas Et s'il ne restait que ça S'il n'y avait rien au-delà Etre heureux maintenant et là
Et s'il ne restait que ça Si nous n'avions pas le choix Et si le ciel se trouvait là S'il n'y avait rien au-delà Si l'enfer n'existait pas
Et s'il ne restait que ça Si nos vies se vivaient là Si tout n'était rien que ça Et s'il ne restait que ça Si la réponse était là Se contenter d'ici-bas
Santa Claus Is Coming To Town
(Danish & Norwegian Version: Julemand'n Er Kommet Til By'n - 1978; Julenissen Kommer I Kveld)
Composer(s): Fred Coots; Haven Gillespie
First performance: Eddie Cantor - 1934
Covered by multiple other artists
You better watch out You better not cry Better not pout I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town
He's making a list And checking it twice Gonna find out Who's naughty and nice Santa Claus is coming to town
He sees you when you're sleeping He knows when you're awake He knows if you've been bad or good So be good for goodness sake
Oh! You better watch out! You better not cry Better not pout I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town Santa Claus is coming to town
Scusami Composer(s): O. Ferrari; G. Malgoni; A. Perrone Performer(s): Dalida; Raymond Lefevre & His Orch.
Oublie ta peine dans mes bras puisqu'elle te vient de moi Un peu d'amour l'effacera Scusami, scusami encore Mon seul bonheur est fait de toi et tu le sais déjà Mais si j'ai fait pleurer ta joie Scusami pardonne-moi
Parle-moi j'ai besoin d'écouter ta voix Si tu savais ce que j'ai de regret
Oublie les jours oublie les heures Et vient m'ouvrir ton cur Puisque aujourd'hui l'amour là Scusami pardonne-moi
Je donnerai le monde Pour voir tes yeux sourire une seconde Et pour que tu répondes à ma prière Je donnerai le ciel et sa lumière
Oublie ta peine dans mes bras puisqu' elle te vient de moi Un peu d'amour l'effacera Scusami, scusami encore Mon seul bonheur est fait de toi et tu le sais déjà Mais si j'ai fait pleurer ta joie Scusami pardonne-moi
Parle-moi j'ai besoin d'écouter ta voix Le ciel est bleu au soleil de tes yeux
Oublie ta peine dans mes mains n'attendons pas demain Puisque aujourd'hui l'amour est là Scusami pardonne-moi Scusami pardonne-moi
Santa Claus Is Back In Town Composer(s): Jerry Leiber; Mike Stoller First release by: Elvis Presley - 1957 Covered by multiple other artists
(Christmas, Christmas, Christmas)
Well, its Christmas time pretty baby And the snow is fallin on the ground (Christmas, Christmas) Well, its Christmas time pretty baby And the snow is on the ground (Christmas, Christmas) Well, you be a real good little girl Santa Claus is back in town (Christmas, Christmas)
Got no sleigh with reindeer, no sack on my back Youre gonna see me comin in a big black Cadillac
Whoa oh its Christmas time pretty baby And the snow is fallin on the ground (Christmas, Christmas) Well, you be a real good little baby Santa Claus is back in town
(Christmas, Christmas, Christmas)
Hang up your pretty stockings, turn off the light Santa Claus is comin down your chimney tonight
Whoa oh oh oh its Christmas time pretty baby (Christmas) And the snow is fallin on the ground (Christmas, wah wah wah wah wah Christmas) Well, you be a real good little baby Santa Claus is back in town (Christmas, Christmas, Christmas)
Screw You, We're From Texas Composer(s): Ray Wylie Hubbard Performer(s): Ray Wylie Hubbard
I got on my cowboy boots, jeans And Hawaiian shirt, mirrored sunglasses And a mobile phone I guess I look like some Port Aransas Dope dealer that's out on bail Just trying to get home Well I ain't in jail and I got me a guitar Got a little band that's hotter than a rocket Sometimes we're sloppy We're always loud, tonight we're just ornery And locked in the pocket
So screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas We're from Texas baby, so screw you
Now I love the USA And the other states Ahh, they're OK Texas is the place I wanna be And I don't care if I ever go to Delaware anyway Cause we got Stubbs, and Gruene Hall and Antone's, and John T's Country Store We've got Willie and Jacky Jack, Robert Earl, Pat, Cory, Charlie and me And so many more
So screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas We're from Texas, screw you
Sing it with me Screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas We're from Texas, screw you!
Now Texas has gotten a bad reputation Because of what happened in Dallas and Waco And our corporations well they are corrupt And the politicians are swindlers and loco But when it comes to music my friend I believe these words are as true as St. John the Revelator's Our Mr. Vaughan was the best that there ever was And no band was cooler than the 13th Floor Elevators
So screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas We're from Texas, screw you!
Screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas We're from Texas Screw you
Screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas Screw you, we're from Texas We're from Texas Screw you
Santa Claus (I Still Believe In You) Composer(s): Greg Fowler; Linda Gentry; Teddy Gentry; John Jarrard; Randy Owen Performer(s): Alabama
You always come around this time of year With your big ol' bag that's full of Christmas cheer And when it starts to snow the little boys and girls all know Soon they'll hear the sounds of your reindeer
Now sometimes grownups grow up to believe That you don't really come on Christmas Eve But I don't think that's true 'cause I know I've seen you In sparking little eyes around the tree
Oh Santa Claus, I still believe in you There's still a kid inside of me that still believes you're true Oh Santa Claus, the kids are tucked in tight The hour has arrived, it's time to play ol' Santa Clause tonight
Well I don't see how anybody could ever doubt that there really is a Santa Clause Especially if they've ever seen a little boy who's just got his very first bike Or if they've ever seen a little girl with her arms wrapped around her baby doll so tight And both of 'em waking up Mama and Daddy way before daylight And Grandma and Grandpa just lookin' young and lovin' life 'Cause they know that their grandkids gonna be alright And Mama and Daddy, they'll be waitin' up to answer ol' Santa's call 'Cause tonight they're not worried about payin' bills Lord, they're just lovin' it all!
Oh Santa Claus, I still believe in you There's still a kid in all of us that still believes you're true Oh Santa Claus, the kids are sleepin' tight We're turnin' out the lights and I'll be waiting up for you tonight
Oh Santa Claus, the kids are tucked in tight Santa Claus, turnin' out the lights Oh Santa Claus, ummmmmmmmmmmm I still believe in you
Scream Louder Composer(s): Janet Jackson; Michael Jackson; James Harris III; Terry Lewis Performer(s): Michael Jackson & Janet Jackson
(Michael) Tired of injustice Tired of the scheme Life is disgustin' So what does it mean, debbie You kick to me down I got to get up As jacked as it sounds The whole system sucks, debbie (Janet) Peek in the shadow Come into the light You tell me I'm wrong Then you better prove you're right You're sellin' out souls but ya I care about mine I've got to get stronger And I won't give up the fight
(Michael) With such confusions don't it make you wanna scream
(Janet) Make you wanna scream
(Michael) Your bash abusin' victimize within the scheme
(Janet) You try to cope with every lie they scrutinize
(Both) Somebody please have mercy 'cause I just can't take it Stop pressurin' me Just stop pressurin' me Stop pressurin' me Make me wanna scream Stop pressurin' me Just stop pressurin' me Stop pressurin' me Make me wanna scream
(Michael) Tired of tellin' you the story your way It's causin' confusion You think it's okay, debbie
(Janet) Keep changin' the rules While can't playin' the game I can't take it much longer I think I might go insane
(Michael) With such confusion don't it make you wanna scream
(Janet) Make you wanna scream
(Michael) Your bash abusin' victimize within the scheme
(Janet) You find your pleasure scandalizin' every lie
(Both) Oh father, please have mercy cause I just can't take it Stop pressurin' me Just stop pressurin' me Stop pressurin' me Make me wanna scream Stop pressurin' me Just stop pressurin' me Stop fuckin' with me Make me wanna scream
(Janet) Oh my god, can't believe what I saw as I turned on the
(Michael) All the injustice
(News man) A man has been brutally beaten to death by police after
(Michael) With such collusions don't it make you wanna scream
(Janet) Make me wanna scream
(Michael) Your bash abusin' victimize within the scheme
(Janet) You try to cope with every lie they scrutinize
(Both) Oh brother please have mercy cause I just can't take it Stop pressurin' me Just stop pressurin' me Stop pressurin' me Make me wanna scream Make me wanna scream Make me wanna scream Make me wanna scream Make me wanna scream Make me wanna scream
Scoubidou (Pommes Et Poires) ((Adapted from: Apples, Peaches And Cherries (Peggy Lee) - 1953)) Composer(s): Allan Lewis - Maurice Tézé Performer(s): Sacha Distel - 1959
Versions In Other Languages: 1959 - Äpfel Und Birnen (Dalida) 1959 - Scoubidou (Italian Version) (Dalida)
La rencontrant chez des amis Je lui dis: Mademoiselle Que faites-vous donc dans la vie Eh bien répondit-elle
Je vends des pommes, des poires Et des scoubidoubi-ou ah ... Pommes?... (pommes) Poires?... (poires) Et des Scoubidoubi-ou Ah Scoubidoubi-ou
On a dansé toute la nuit Puis au jour, on est partis Chez moi... discuter de l'amour De l'amour... et des fruits...
Comm' elle se trouvait bien, chez moi Aussitôt elle s'installa Et le soir, en guis' de dîner Elle me faisait manger
Je vends des pommes, des poires Et des scoubidoubi-ou ah... Pommes?... (pommes) Poires?... (poires) Et des Scoubidoubi-ou Ah Scoubidoubi-ou
Ca n'pouvait pas durer longtemps Car les fruits, c'est comme l'amour Faut en user modérément Sinon... ça joue des tours
Quand je lui dis: Faut se quitter... Aussitôt elle s'écria Mon pauvre ami, des typ's comm' toi On en trouv' par milliers...
Je vends des pommes, des poires Et des scoubidoubi-ou ah... Pommes?... (pommes) Poires?... (poires) Et des Scoubidoubi-ou Ah Scoubidoubi-ou
La leçon que j'en ai tirée Est facile à deviner Célibatair' vaut mieux rester Plutôt que de croquer
Je vends des pommes, des poires Et des scoubidoubi-ou ah... Pommes?... (pommes) Poires?... (poires) Et des Scoubidoubi-ou Ah Scoubidoubi-ou
Santa Can't Stay Composer(s): Dwight Yoakam Performer(s): Dwight Yoakam
Cold tears fall from his eyes As he turns into the night and walks away Lucille runs outside Just to see if there might be a sleigh Little Bobby stares down At the plate where cookies still lay And tries to understand Why momma said Santa can't stay
Momma said Santa can't stay Said she told him that twice yesterday Then a car just like Dad's Pulled out and drove away After momma said Santa couldn't stay
They both heard him coming Saw Mom run down the hall and holler wait Doug you're drunk don't come inside I'm not joking I've had all this I can take He threw a present really hard That almost hit Mom's new boyfriend Ray And yelled ho-ho lucky for you she's here And said that Santa can't stay
Momma said Santa can't stay Said she told him that twice yesterday Then a car just like Dad's Pulled out and drove away After momma said Santa couldn't stay
