Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Si No Oigo A Mi Corazón Composer(s): Pedro Aznar Performer(s): Pedro Aznar
Ah, cuanto tiempo perdido en pensar que la vida se puede explicar Con veneno intenté curación ¿por qué confié en mi razón?
Ya en un mar de palabras me ahogué y fue en vano quererlas creer Pero al fin el castillo cayó y adentro sólo estoy yo
Vos ya sabías que todo es parcial que no hay mapa que enseñe a viajar que es el alma quien debe cantar Que sólo un tonto se pone a correr cuando la lluvia le besa los pies
Sirve el tiempo su mismo licor que cada año acelera el temor que en mi copa se amargue el sabor si no oigo a mi corazón
Paddy McGinty's Goat (Traditional) Performer(s): Val Doonican
Mister Patrick McGinty, an Irishman of note Came into a fortune, so bought himself a goat Said he, "Sure, of goat's milk I mean to have my fill!" But when he got his Nanny home, he found it was a Bill
And now all the ladies who live in Killaloo Are all wearing bustles like their mothers used to do They each wear a bolster beneath the petticoat And leave the rest to Providence and Paddy McGinty's goat!
Missis Burke to her daughter said, "Listen, Mary Jane Now who was the man you were cuddling in the lane? He'd long wiry whiskers all hanging from his chin" "Twas only Pat McGinty's goat", she answer'd with a grin
Then she went away from the village in disgrace She came back with powder and paint upon her face She'd rings on her fingers, and she wore a sable coat You bet your life they never came from Paddy McGinty's goat
Little Norah McCarthy the knot was going to tie She washed all her trousseau and hung it out to dry Then up came the goat and he saw the bits of white He chewed up all her falderals, and on her wedding night
"Oh turn out the gas quick!" she shouted out to Pat For though l'm your bride, sure l'm not worth looking at I'd got two of ev'rything, I told you when I wrote But now I've one of nothing, all thro' Paddy McGinty's goat'
Mickey Riley he went to the races t'other day He won twenty dollars and shouted, "Hip Hooray!!" He held up the note, shouting "Look what I've got!" The goat came up and grabbed at it and swallowed all the lot
"He's eaten my banknote," said Mickey, with the hump They ran for the doctor, he brought a stomach pump He pumped and he pumped for that twenty dollar note But all he got was ninepence out of Paddy McGinty's goat
Now old Paddy's Goat had a wonderous appetite and one day for breakfast he ate some dynamite A whole box of matches he swallowed all serene and then he went and gobbled up a quart of paraffin
He sat by the fireside, he didn't give a hang swallowed a spark and exploded and exploded with a bang SO if you go to heaven you can bet a dollar note.... that the Angel with the whiskers on is Paddy McGinty's Goat
Do You Ever Fool Around?
Composer(s): Don Griffin - Jerry Strickland
Performer(s): Joe Stampley; Moe Bandy
If the time and the place was right Would you meet me some time late at night And make love like we both need to Is this something we could do It takes a lotta nerve to take a chance It would be worth it for the sweetest romance Hope we can get together come time Now here's the question that's on my mind Do you ever fool around Could you lay your wings aside Does an angel ever touch the ground Do you ever fool around I know this would be a first time thing To make love outside your ring You're not free and you have your doubts But with this feeling we'll work it out 'Cause there's a need deep inside that's yours You won't say yes but you won't say no And no matter how hard you try
You can't hide the want that's in your eyes Do you ever fool around Could you lay your wings aside Does an angel ever touch the ground Do you ever fool around
Paddlin' Madelin' Home Composer(s): Harry Woods Performer(s): Cliff "Ukelele Ike" Edwards; and various other artists
I love a girl named Madelin' I know she loves me, too For ev'ry night the moon is bright She rides in my canoe
At midnight on the river I heard her father call But she don't care and I don't care If we get back at all
'Cause when I'm paddlin' Madelin' home Gee! When I'm paddlin' Madelin' home First I drift with the tide Then pull for the shore I hug her and kiss her And paddle some more
Then I keep paddlin' Madelin' home Until I find a spot where we're alone Oh! She never says "No" So I kiss her and go Paddlin' Madelin' Sweet sweet Madelin' Paddlin' Madelin' home
'Cause when I'm paddlin' Madelin' home Gee! When I'm paddlin' Madelin' home First I kiss her a while And when I get through I paddle for one mile And drift back for two
Then I keep paddlin' Madelin' home Until I find a spot where we're alone Oh! If she'd only say "Throw your paddles away" Paddlin' Madelin' Sweet sweet Madelin' Paddlin' Madelin' home
Padam ... Padam Composer(s): Henri Contet; Norbert Glanzberg Performer(s): Edith Piaf; and various other artists
Cet air qui m'obsède jour et nuit Cet air n'est pas né d'aujourd'hui Il vient d'aussi loin que je viens Traîné par cent mille musiciens Un jour cet air me rendra folle Cent fois j'ai voulu dire pourquoi Mais il m'a coupé la parole Il parle toujours avant moi Et sa voix couvre ma voix Padam...padam...padam... Il arrive en courant derrière moi Padam...padam...padam... Il me fait le coup du souviens-toi Padam...padam...padam... C'est un air qui me montre du doigt Et je traîne après moi comme un drôle d'erreur Cet air qui sait tout par coeur Il dit: "Rappelle-toi tes amours Rappelle-toi puisque c'est ton tour 'y a pas d'raison pour qu'tu n'pleures pas Avec tes souvenirs sur les bras..." Et moi je revois ceux qui restent Mes vingt ans font battre tambour Je vois s'entrebattre des gestes Toute la comédie des amours Sur cet air qui va toujours Padam...padam...padam... Des "je t'aime" de quatorze-juillet Padam...padam...padam... Des "toujours" qu'on achète au rabais Padam...padam...padam... Des "veux-tu" en voilà par paquets Et tout ça pour tomber juste au coin d'la rue Sur l'air qui m'a reconnue
Écoutez le chahut qu'il me fait
Comme si tout mon passé défilait
Faut garder du chagrin pour après J'en ai tout un solfège sur cet air qui bat... Qui bat comme un coeur de bois...
Pac-Man Fever Composer(s): Gary Garcia; Jerry Buckner Performer(s): Buckner & Garcia
I got a pocket full of quarters, and I'm headed to the arcade I don't have a lot of money, but I'm bringing ev'rything I made I've got a callus on my finger, and my shoulder's hurting too I'm gonna eat them all up, just as soon as they turn blue
Chorus: 'Cause I've got Pac-Man fever Pac-Man fever It's driving me crazy Driving me crazy I've got Pac-Man fever Pac-Man fever I'm going out of my mind Going out of my mind I've got Pac-Man fever Pac-Man fever I'm going out of my mind Going out of my mind
I've got all the patterns down, up until the ninth key I've got Speedy on my tail, and I know it's either him or me So I'm heading out the back door and in the other side Gonna eat the cherries up and take them all for a ride
Chorus
I'm gonna fake it to the left, and move to the right 'Cause Pokey's too slow, and Blinky's out of sight
Now I've got them on the run, and I'm looking for the high score So it's once around the block, And I'll slide back out the side door I'm really cookin' now, eating everything in sight All my money's gone, so I'll be back tomorow night
'Cause I've got Pac-Man fever Pac-Man fever It's driving me crazy Driving me crazy I've got Pac-Man fever Pac-Man fever I'm going out of my mind Going out of my mind (Repeat)
Don'cha Go 'Way Mad
Composer(s): Jimmy Mundy - Illinois Jacquet - Al Stillman
Performer(s): Ella Fitzgerald & Sy Oliver
and multiple other artists
I must confess what you say is true I had a rendezvous with somebody new It's the only one I ever had Baby, baby, don'cha go 'way mad
Cheatin' shows and it never goes You've got a reason to be mad I suppose He was only just a passing fad Baby, baby, don'cha go 'way mad
His kind's a dime a dozen That's not the kind I want Who'd ever thought your cousin Would visit there in that restaurant
I understand that you feel upset What do you say that we forgive and forget Come and kiss me just to prove your glad Baby, baby, don'cha go 'way mad
His kind's a dime a dozen That's not the kind I want Who'd ever thought your cousin Would visit there in that restaurant
I understand that you feel upset What do you say that we forgive and forget Come and kiss me just to prove your glad Baby, baby, don'cha go 'way mad Come and kiss me just to prove your glad Baby, baby, don'cha go 'way mad Baby, don'cha go 'way mad
Pack Up Your Troubles (In Your Old Kit Bag) Composer(s): George Asaf; Felix Powell Performer(s): Spike Jones; and various other artists
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag And smile, smile, smile Don't let your joy and laughter hear the snag Smile boys, that's the style What's the use of worrying It never was worth while So, pack up your troubles in your old kit bag And smile, smile, smile
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag And smile, smile, smile. Just pucker up and whistle (Whistle) (Whistling) What's the use of worrying It never was worth while So, pack up your troubles in your old kit bag And smile, smile, smile
Si No Fuera Porque Composer(s): E. Sobredo Performer(s): Raphael
Si no fuera porque me tienen que enterrar Y que dos cipreses negros se comeran mis sueños Si no fuera porque mi padre siempre llora en los entierros Me mataria mañana mismo sin pensar en ello
Si no fuera porque alguien me llorara Eche de menos mi cuerpo y mi manera de mirar Si no fuera porque, porque mi amante es algo sentimental Me mataria mañana mismo sin pensarlo mas
Si no fuera porque alguien se acordara Para decir dios le guarde o el diablo le tendra Si no fuera porque es tan triste convertirse en recuerdo Me mataria mañana mismo sin pensar en ello
Si no fuera porque me querran confesar Para abrirme el cielo de par en par Si no fuera porque he pecado y no pienso volverme atras Me mataria mañana mismo sin pensarlo mas
Pack Up Your Sorrows Composer(s): Richard Fariña; Pauline Marden Performer(s): Judy Collins; and various other artists
I've seen King Henry's armor I've seen ravens who could not fly Castles surrounded by yew trees And rooks nests that covered the sky
Spring is in the ground, brown patches near snow white dungarees Streched out around the trees Near budding branches flowers born a bearer of enchantment holding my hand I heard her say Thank you for a lovely day
The river's running bubbling friend dream flowers on the rapids Raising colors everywhere Life's celebration reaching there saying this is all I have to give Won't you come, won't you come and share the way I live
The snow still hugs the town and old white sky is still around People bundled up with cares and good friends making it somewhere while birds sing to the gentle grey Thank you, thank you for a lovely day
Down Our Street Composer(s): Sammy King
Performer(s): Mike Harding
and multiple other artists
Do you want to hear what the wide world says? Down our street Strangers there they end up dead Down our street Me mam and dad and the gang of fools They've all gone out on the booze Theres skin and whiskers flying loose Down our street
The Salvation band came round last night Trying to teach us wrong from right And when the sisters began to moan The captain sang in a snuffled tone He was hit on the head by a big hambone
The landlord never gets his rent When he calls, we haven't a cent He says that he won't call again He'll have the bailiffs round by ten There'll be lots of houses to let by then
A copper once he hit me dad Says me dad, There'll be a funeral, lad They took their jackets off to fight one round And when me dad got off the ground A coppers nose was all they found
The tallyman does a belting trade Everyone's bought but no-one's paid And when he tries to get his own Hes dead before he hits the ground Were starting a graveyard of our own
When winter comes, it's very cold We burn the doors 'cos we've got no coal And when the cupboard it gets bare They say that tomcat tastes just like hare The Alsatians all walk round in pairs
The sambone men they never call With an old pigs bladder we play ball If you look out o'er our window sill If it weren't for the gasworks and the mill You could see all the way to Cheetham Hill
The schoolboard man came round one day The kids they upped and ran away Down the street he chased the lads And Albert Iggins grabbed his tash In the canal he made a splash
The bedbugs they're all ten feet tall They eat the paper off the wall They bite the women and they thump the men And if you're not in bed by half past ten They come downstairs and fetch you then
Down our street There are married men and women there Dancing mad in the midnight air Lots of jawbones missing where Down our street
Pack Up Your Sins And Go To The Devil Composer(s): Irving Berlin Performer(s): Ella Fitzgerald; and various other artists
Oh, I got a message from below 'Twas from a man I used to know About a year or so ago, before he departed He is just as happy as can be
I'll tell you what he said to me He said, "If ever you get heavy hearted" Pack up your sins and go to the devil in hades You'll meet the finest of gentlemen and the finest of ladies They'd rather be down below than up above
Hades is full of thousands of Joneses and Browns O'Hoolihans, Cohens and Bradys You'll hear a heavenly tune that went to the devil Because the jazz bands They started pickin' it then put a trick in it, a jazzy kick in it
They've got a couple of old reformers in heaven Making them go to bed at eleven Pack up your sins and go to the devil And you'll never have to go to bed at all
If you care to dwell, where the weather is hot H-E-double-L is a wonderful spot If you need a rest and you're all out of sorts Hades is the best of the winter resorts
Paradise doesn't compare All the nice people are there They come there from ev'rywhere Just to revel with Mister Devil Nothing on his mind but a couple of horns
Satan is waitin' with his jazz band And his band Came from Alabam', with a melody hot No one gives a damn if it's music or not Satan's melody makes you want to dance for ever And you never have to go to bed at all
Si No Estuvieras Tú
Composer(s): José Luis Perales
Performer(s): José Luis Perales
Si no estuvieras tú sentada junto a mi
¿Con quien podria hablar?
Si no estuvieras tú en este amanecer
¿Aquien podria amar?
Si no estuvieras tú
¿Aquien podria dar un trozo de mi alma?
¿A quien podria querer?
¿A quien seria fiel?
Si no estuvieras tú
Si no estuvieras tú cerca de mi
No habria una cancion para inventar
Ni habria una razon para vivir
Ni un sueño que contar
Si no estuvieras tú no habria amor
Ni flores que cuidar en mi blacon
Habria un corazon en soledad
Si no estuvieras tú
Si no estuvieras tú en esta tarde gris
¿Donde andaria yo?
Si no estuvieras tú haciendome sentir
¿Que sentiria yo?
Si no estuvieras tú
¿Aquien le iba a contar que tuve una caida?
¿Qien me iba a levantar?
¿Y quien me iba a ayudar?
Si no estuvieras tú
Pachuco Cadaver Composer(s): Don Van Vliet Performer(s): Captain Beefheart; Eugene Chadbourne; Fast 'n' Bulbous
When she wears her bolero then she begin t' dance All the pachucos start withold'n hands When she drives her Chevy Sissy's don't dare t' glance Yellow jackets `n red debbles buzzin' round `er hair hive ho She wears her past like uh present Take her fancy in the past Her sedan skims along the floorboard Her two pipes hummin' carbon cum Got her wheel out of uh B-29 Bomber brodey knob Amber Spanish fringe `n talcum tazzles forever Amber She looks like an old squaw indian she's 99 she won't go down Avocado green `n alfalfa yellow adorn her t' the ground Tatooes `n tarnished utenzles uh snow white bag full o' tunes Drives uh cartune around Broma' seltzer blue umbrella keeps her up off the ground Round red sombreros wrap `er high tap horsey shoes When she unfolds her umbrella pachucos got the blues Her lovin' makes me so happy If I smiled I'd crack m' chin Her eyes are so peaceful thinks it's heaven she been Her skin is as smooth as the daisies In the center where the sun shines in Smiles as sweet as honey Her teeth as clean as the combs where the bees go in When she walks flowers surround her Let their nectar come in to the air around her She loves her love sticks out like stars Her lovin' sticks out like stars
Femininity Composer(s): Robert B. Sherman; Richard M. Sherman Performer(s): Hayley Mills, Deborah Walley, Wendy Turner
You must walk feminine Talk feminine Smile and beguile feminine Utilize your femininity That's what every girl should know, if she wants to catch a beau
Dance feminine Glance feminine Act shy and sigh feminine Compliment his masculinity That's what every girl should know, if she wants to catch a beau
Let him do the talking Med adore good listeners Laugh, but not too loudly (Haha) If he should choose to tell a joke Be radiant, but delicate Memorize the rules of etiquette Be demure, sweet and pure Hide the real you
You must look feminine Dress feminine You're at your best feminine Emphasize your femininity That's what every girl should know Femininity, femininity That's the way to catch a beau
Pablo Picasso Composer(s): Jonathan Richman Performer(s): The Modern Lovers; and various other artists
Well some people try to pick up girls And get called assholes This never happened to Pablo Picasso He could walk down your street And girls could not resist his stare and So Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole
Well the girls would turn the color Of the avacado when he would drive Down their street in his El Dorado He could walk down you street And girls could not resist his stare Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole Not like you Alright
Well he was only 5'3" But girls could not resist his stare Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole Not in New York
Oh well be not schmuck, be not abnoxious, Be not bellbottom bummer or asshole Remember the story of Pablo Picasso He could walk down your street And girls could not resist his stare Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole Alright this is it
Some people try to pick up girls And they get called an asshole This never happened to Pablo Picasso He could walk down your street And girls could not resist his stare and so Pablo Picasso was never called...
Si No Estás Conmigo
Composer(s): Luis Martínez Serrano
Performer(s): Lucho Gatica; Javier Solís
Si no estás conmigo soy como alma errante y penando vivo
entre cosas muertas de un mundo vacío
Si no estás conmigo yo me desespero de dolor y hastío
sin calor de nadie, temblando de frío
Es la soledad para mí el infierno de un desesperado
cuando la ansiedad de la espera eterna me ha martirizado
Yo te necesito porque eres mi vida mi único cariño
y me vuelvo loco si no estás conmigo
Es la soledad para mí el infierno de un desesperado
cuando la ansiedad de la espera eterna me ha martirizado
Yo te necesito porque eres mi vida mi único cariño
y me vuelvo loco si no estás conmigo
Pablo Mon Ami Composer(s): Jean Ferrat Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Pablo mon ami qu'avons-nous permis L'ombre devant nous s'allonge s'allonge Qu'avons-nous permis Pablo mon ami Pablo mon ami nos songes nos songes
Nous sommes les gens de la nuit qui portons le soleil en route Il nous brûle au profond de l'être Nous avons marché dans le noir à ne plus sentir nos genoux Sans atteindre le monde à naître
Pablo mon ami qu'avons-nous permis L'ombre devant nous s'allonge s'allonge Qu'avons-nous permis Pablo mon ami Pablo mon ami nos songes nos songes
Je connais ce souffrir de tout qui donne bouche de tourment Amère comme aubépine A tous les mots à tous les cris à tous les pas les errements Où l'âme un moment se devine
Pablo mon ami qu'avons-nous permis L'ombre devant nous s'allonge s'allonge Qu'avons-nous permis Pablo mon ami Pablo mon ami nos songes nos songes
Pablo mon ami tu disais avec ce langage angoissant Où se font paroles étranges N'est large espace que douleur et n'est univers que de sang Si loin que j'aille rien n'y change
Pablo mon ami qu'avons-nous permis L'ombre devant nous s'allonge s'allonge Qu'avons-nous permis Pablo mon ami Pablo mon ami nos songes nos songes
Pablo mon ami le temps passe et déjà s'effacent nos voix On n'entend plus même un coeur battre Tout n'était-il que ce qu'il fut tout n'était-il que ce qu'on voit Tout n'était-il que ce théâtre
Pablo mon ami qu'avons-nous permis L'ombre devant nous s'allonge s'allonge Qu'avons-nous permis Pablo mon ami Pablo mon ami nos songes nos songes
Fool, Fool, Fool Composer(s): Max Powell; Wayne Walker Performer(s): Webb Pierce
(Fool fool fool) Fool fool fool you know that it's wrong but you keep hanging on the game Fool fool fool I know it won't be long Till you find out she's gone And you're lonely again This time be smart And don't leave with your heart The way you always do Listen to me and this time you won't be A fool fool fool
Fool fool fool fool fool fool This time be smart...
Fool fool fool fool fool fool Listen to me and this time you won't be A fool fool fool
