Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Sixty Minute Man Composer(s): Rose Marks; William Ward First recording/First release by: The Dominoes - 1950/1951 Covered by multiple other artists
Well, listen here, girls, I'm telling you now They call me loving Dan I'll rock 'em, roll 'em all night long I'm a sixty-minute man
And if you don't believe I'm all I say Come up and take my hand As soon as I leave you go, you'll cry "Oh yeah, he's a sixty-minute man!"
There'll be fifteen minutes of kissing, And then you'll holler, "Danny boy, please don't stop!" There'll be fifteen minutes of teasing, fifteen minutes of pleasing Fifteen minutes of blowing my top (mop! mop! mop!)
Well, if your man ain't treating you right Come up and see your Dan I'll rock 'em, roll 'em all night long I'm a sixty-minute man
Sixty (minute man) Well they call me (loving Dan) I'll rock 'em, roll 'em all night long I'm a sixty-minute man
Sixty (minute man) Well they call me (loving Dan) I'll rock 'em, roll 'em all night long I'm a sixty-minute man
There'll be fifteen minutes of kissing, And then you'll holler, "Danny boy, please don't stop!" There'll be fifteen minutes of teasing, fifteen minutes of pleasing Fifteen minutes of blowing my top (mop! mop! mop!)
Well, if your man ain't treating you right, Come up and see your Dan. I'll rock 'em, roll 'em all night long I'm a sixty-minute man. Oh yeah! Sixty minute, Rocking, rolling, ramming, jamming all night long
Piero E Cinzia Composer(s): Antonello Venditti Performer(s): Antonello Venditti
Cinzia cantava le sue canzoni e si scriveva i versi sul diario per sentirli veri e proprio nell'ora di religione quando tutto il mondo sembra buono, anche il professore e lo stadio era pieno, Cinzia il suo veleno e lo stadio era pieno, Cinzia il suo veleno Piero suonava solo la musica reggae e i suoi capelli erano serpenti neri di medusa Marley sposati di fretta e con un figlio in arrivo un figlio nuovo di zecca da crescere bene partirono insieme, destinazione san Siro con tutto quello che avevano in tasca, un indirizzo sicuro e lo stadio era pieno, Cinzia il suo veleno e lo stadio era pieno, Cinzia il suo veleno E si che Milano quel giorno era Giamaica con quelle palme immense sulle strade vuote, e 41 all'ombra e quando gli idranti spararono sul cielo qualcuno disse 'guarda verso il palco, c'e' l'arcobaleno' e venne la notte da centomila fiammelle la musica correva come un filo su tutta la mia pelle e lo stadio era pieno, Cinzia il suo veleno e lo stadio era pieno, Cinzia il suo veleno dai Cinzia torna a casa, dai Cinzia torna a casa
Jack In The Box First performance by: Clodagh Rodgers - 1971
Stop - don't say you'll put me down Love - don't go away Drop my feet back on the ground Open your arms, let me stay
Hold me like you know you should Don't leave me on the shelf Like a doll you throw away So sad and lonely all by myself
I'm just your Jack-in-the-Box You know whenever love knocks I'm gonna bounce up and down on my spring A toy used up when it stops I'm just your Jack-in-the-Box Because for your love I'd do anything
Who just keeps my heart around? Loves to pull the strings? You - and when it's upside down Look at the way that it swings
I can't help the way I feel It's you and no one else Comes the tune, but all too soon I'm just a doll put back on the shelf
I'm just your Jack-in-the-Box You know whenever love knocks I'm gonna bounce up and down on my spring A toy used up when it stops I'm just your Jack-in-the-Box Because for your love I'd do anything
La la la la la la la... La la la la la la la... La la la la la la la la la la... La la la la la la la... La la la la la la la... La la la la la la la la la la...
Hey, hear what I say You'll find someday that I walked away from you So say I've got to stay And from today it's love that's gonna break through
I'm just your Jack-in-the-Box You know whenever love knocks I'm gonna bounce up and down on my spring A toy used up when it stops I'm just your Jack-in-the-Box Because for your love I'd do anything
Piénsalo Bien Composer(s): Agustín Lara Performer(s): José Feliciano; and various other artists
Piénsalo bien mulata, piénsalo bien mira que mi alma se atormenta sin tu amor Mira que sufro mira cómo lloro mira que solamente Dios sabe lo que paso yo
Di que tus rosales florecieron para mí dame la sonrisa que dibuja la esperanza dime que no te perdí, dame el sosiego del alma
Ven que mi cabaña con la luna pintaré contando las horas de la noche esperaré Piensa mujer que te quiero de veras piénsalo, piénsalo bien
Piensa mujer que te quiero de veras piénsalo, piénsalo bien
Sixty Forty Composer(s): Nico Performer(s): Nico; Human Drama
Will there be another time Will there be another time Another year, another wish to stay?
Will there be another time Will there be another time Another year, another wish to stay?
When the evening light wants to be so bright And the morning sound is out of sight Can there be another word to say Or do we have to give it all away?
Many moons have to be found At certain times you'll hear them pound You can hear the hell bells praying
Many moons have to be found At certain times you'll hear them pound You can hear the hell bells praying
It is for granted hear their saying We are all enchanted staying Focussing on running down the drain When those tears are carved inside your brain
New York Lower East Side fame In a golden circle game New York Lower East Side frame New York Lower East Side fame In a golden circle game New York Lower East Side frame Standing everywhere around The fastest way to be found At least I've given it away To keep it only would have made me stay
Will there be another time? Will there be another time?
Piénsalo Composer(s): Manuel Alejandro Performer(s): Raphael
Llegará una vez que nuestro amor No sea tan intenso como es hoy Que tu corazón no tiemble igual Con este gran amor que te doy Llegará una vez que tu ilusión por este amor La llegues a perder, piénsalo Piénsalo puede suceder Piénsalo, piénsalo, puede suceder Todo termina algún día en el amor Nada es eterno jamás Si ayer sin mi amor no vivías Mañana te puede sobrar Piénsalo, piénsalo, puede suceder Piénsalo, piénsalo, puede suceder Llegará una vez que sentirás Tan sólo indiferencia por mi amor Y te besaré y no hallarás En estos labios míos emoción Llegará una vez que oirás mi voz Igual que en el invierno oyes llover Piénsalo, piénsalo, es la realidad Piénsalo, piénsalo es la realidad
Pomme, Pomme, Pomme Composer(s): Pierre Cour; Hubert Giraud First performance by: Monique Melsen - 1971
Pomme, pomme, pomme d'api Tapis, tapis rouge Pomme, pomme, pomme d'api Moi, je vais croquer la pomme Pomme, pomme et puis Quand j'aurai fini Je recommencerai
Pomme, pomme, pomme d'api Tapis, tapis vert Pomme, pomme, pomme d'api Il paraît que dans la pomme Pomme, pomme, il y a Des tas de pépins Tant pis, je verrai bien
Ho ho, c'est le printemps C'est le printemps Et je n'ai pas encore vingt ans
Pomme, pomme, pomme d'api Tapis, tapis bleu Bleu, bleu comme le ciel Avant de croquer la pomme Pomme, pomme d'api Je voudrais savoir Ce qu'il y a dedans
Est-ce que c'est l'amour Le prince charmant Au milieu des bois Qui est caché dans la pomme Pomme, pomme? Dis-moi Est-ce que c'est l'amour L'amour ou le serpent?
Ho ho, en attendant C'est le printemps Et je n'ai pas encore vingt ans
Pomme, pomme, pomme d'api Tapis, tapis blanc Si c'est le serpent Je n'ai pas mangé Ma pomme, pomme, pomme dorée Et j'ai tout l'été Pour courir dans les prés
Pomme, pomme, pomme jolie Tapis, tapis gris Mais si c'est l'amour Je lui dirai tout bas "Viens Viens, viens chez moi Viens, je t'attendais Viens, je comptais les jours"
Ho ho, c'est le printemps C'est le printemps Et je n'ai pas encore vingt ans
Pomme, pomme, pomme d'api Tapis, tapis rouge Pomme, pomme, pomme d'api Moi, je vais croquer la pomme Pomme, pomme et puis Quand j'aurai fini Je recommencerai
Ho ho, c'est le printemps Ho ho, c'est le printemps
Piel Canela Composer(s): Bobby Capo Performer(s): Raphael
Que se quede el infinito sin estrellas O que pierda el ancho mar su inmensidad Pero el negro de tus ojos que no muera Y el canela de tu piel se quede igual Si perdiera el arco iris su belleza Y las flores su perfume y su color No sería tan inmensa mi tristeza Como aquella de quedarme sin tu amor Me importas tú, y tú, y tú Y nadie más que tú, y tú, y tú Me importas tú, y tú, y tú Y nadie más que tú Ojos negros, piel canela Que a mí llegan hasta desesperar Me importas tú, y tú, y tú Y solamente tú, y tú, y tú, y tú Me importas tú, y tú, y tú Y nadie más que tú
Sixteen Tons Composer(s): Merle Travis First release by: Merle Travis - 1947 Covered by multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages: 1956 - Seize Tonnes 1986 - L'ascensore
Some people say man is made out of mud A poor man's made out of muscle and blood Muscle and blood and skin and bone A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons and what do you get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal And the store-boss said the "Well-a bless my soul"
You load sixteen tons and what do you get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain Fightin' and trouble are my middle name I was raised in the cane-brake by an old mama lion Cain't no a high-tone woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons and what do you get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store
If you see me comin', better step aside A lot of men didn't and a lot of men died One fist of iron, the other of steel If the right one don't git ya, then the left one will
You load sixteen tons and what do you get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store
Seize Tonnes (Adapted from: Sixteen Tons - 1947) (Italian Version: L'ascensore - 1986) Composer(s): Merle Travis; Jacques Larue Performer(s): Armand Mestral - 1956 and multiple other artists
Si l'homme est de la boue pour des tas de gens Il est pour moi fait de chair et de sang De muscles de fer et d'un coeur trop bon Et de deux épaules pour charger le charbon
T'en fais seize tonnes, ça te donne quoi? Un jour de plus vers quatre planches de bois La pelle chaque jour qui prend plus de poids Mais qui fera vivre la mine sans toi?
Quand ta mère a déjà cinq gosses à nourrir Un de plus n'est pas pour lui faire plaisir Alors toi, tu bosses comme un lion Mais le chef a beau dire que t'es un champion
T'en fais seize tonnes, ça te donne quoi? Un jour de plus vers quatre planches de bois La pelle chaque jour qui prend plus de poids Mais qui fera vivre la mine sans toi?
Quand pendant toute la semaine, tu t'crèves en bas L'dimanche enfin, tout le ciel est à toi Et dans tes draps blancs, dès ton réveil, Les yeux de ta femme sont comme des soleils
T'en fais seize tonnes, ça te donne quoi? Un jour enfin où tu peux croire à la joie La pelle chaque jour qui prendra plus de poids Mais qui fera vivre la mine sans toi?
Appena fui al mondo mi ritrovai in un grattacielo più alto che mai e poi per istinto o quello che fu mi misi in fila per salire lassù e l' ascensore partì ed ero con gli altri tra i bimbi di un colore che è diverso dal mio
ognuno una speranza dentro se chissà la in cima il sole che c' è e arrivai al primo piano non lo so come fu mi accorsi che invidiavano la mia gioventù nell'ascensore entrò un uomo e sparò e i miei primi sogni lui già me li rubò ragazzi andiamo su saliamo perchè in cima al grattacielo tutto meglio è il mondo ci appartiene siam figli suoi
qui non c' ha posto chi ride di noi ed un bel giorno vidi entrar lei di quel suo sorriso io mi innamorai salire fino in cima con me vorrà legati insieme con due anelli o un destino a metà e ancora oggi io continuo a star su e i piani che ho salito non li conto più son stati belli o brutti lo rifarei il viaggio organizzato per noi e qui sale gente della mia stessa età
e già lo sanno tutti che qualcosa non va non hanno nuove speranze non credono più presto chiamate l'ascensore che è andato lassù
Pieces Of My Life Composer(s): Troy Seals Performer(s): Elvis Presley; and various other artists
Water glass full of whisky Women that I never knew too well Lord, the things I've seen and done Most of which I'd be ashamed to tell
I don't know how it started That's what makes a man a man, I guess Now I'm holdin' on to nothin' Tryin' to forget the rest
I'm lookin' back on my life To see if I can find the pieces I know that some were stolen And some just blew away Well I've found the bad parts Found all the sad parts But I guess I threw the best parts away Lord, away, away
Playin' the bars, playin' like a star Anything to get a name Carryin' on, livin' on songs My friends wrote for me to sing
I'm lookin' back on my life To see if I can find the pieces I know that some were stolen And some just blew away Well, I've found the bad parts Found all the sad parts But I guess I threw the best parts away Lord, away, away
Lord, the pieces of my life They're everywhere, they're everywhere And the one I miss most of all Is you... and you know who
Lookin' back on my life, Lord To see if I can find the pieces Lookin' back on my life today To see if I can find the pieces Lookin' back on my life God help me find the pieces
Un Jardin Sur La Terre First performance by: Serge Lama - 1971
À force de courir pour ne rien découvrir De n'être aventurier que dans ses souvenirs De faire des voyages comme on fait des affaires Et perdre sa jeunesse comme on gagne une guerre On arrive à se dire que rien n'est important Qu'on n'a plus rien à dire, on a perdu son temps
Un jardin sur la Terre, un petit coin perdu Juste un trompe-misère, un abri rien de plus Un jardin sur la Terre pour qu'une fille ait son coeur Et prendre à l'éphémère ce qu'il a de meilleur Semer en étant sûr que l'on donne la vie De la graine au bourgeon et de la fleur au fruit Un jardin sur la Terre, un Eden avant l'heure Un jardin sur la Terre, n'est-ce pas le bonheur?
À force de vouloir vivre à deux pour la vie Au point de s'accoupler avec n'importe qui De faire de son lit plusieurs champs de bataille Collectionnant les coeurs à défaut de médailles On arrive à se dire que rien n'est important Qu'on n'a plus rien à dire, on a perdu son temps
Un jardin sur la Terre, un petit coin perdu Juste un trompe-misère, un abri rien de plus Un jardin sur la Terre pour cultiver son coeur Et prendre à l'éphémère ce qu'il a de meilleur Semer en étant sûr que l'on donne la vie De la graine au bourgeon et de la fleur au fruit Un jardin sur la Terre, un Eden avant l'heure Donnez-moi un jardin sur la Terre
Pieces Of Mind Composer(s): Jack Bruce; Pete Brown Performer(s): Jack Bruce
Pieces of mind See how they ran Prizes of sun Still to be won When the life is made of straw Waves that pound against the door Leave me at the place of / throw it away / throw it away
Leave it today Keep me dancing stop me grasping Clouds that turn the dust on touching Times I'm so far from / what I want
So much the same Living in games Pieces of cake Until they break apart They say the plane that comes to pass never rhymes Now it burns on grass too steep to climb
Best of friends Until the flowers end Mines have taken their place Darkness in their face Now the golden coach is here Can you cure me of the fear Should I move into the clear Find a time in which I / throw it away / get out today
Keep me singing stop me clutching Rooms that turn to dust on clutching Times I'm so far from / what I want
Merry-go-round In a town without sound Wings for hire From the church with no choir The burning ship is sailing It will not leave without me throw it way / get out today
Get out today Keep me singing stop me clutching Rooms that turn to dust on leaving Times I'm so far from / what I want
Sixteen Reasons Composer(s): Bill Post; Doree Post Performer(s): Connie Stevens; Lisa Mychols
(Sixteen reasons) Why I (why I) love you
(One) the way you hold my hand (Two) your laughing eyes (Three) the way you understand (Four) your secret sighs They're all part of sixteen reasons why I (why I) love you
(Five) the way you comb your hair (Six) your freckled nose (Seven) the way you say you care (Eight) your crazy clothes That's just half of sixteen reasons why I (why I) love you
(Nine) snuggling in the car (Ten) your wish upon a star (Eleven) whispering on the phone (Twelve) your kiss when we're alone (Thirteen) the way you thrill my heart (Fourteen) your voice so neat (Fifteen) you say we'll never part (Sixteen) our love's complete Those are all of sixteen reasons why I (why I) love you
Pieces Of Ice Composer(s): M. Jordan; J. Capek Performer(s): Diana Ross
Walking blind across this silver room Looking through a smoke menagerie Looking at your face inside of me In the darkness you're Tunisia
Nights are long entropic I can't seem to cope It's cold when I look in your eyes
Pieces of ice Pieces of ice Pieces of ice Pieces of ice
Where the zebra lightning strikes the room Foreign words are strutted through the gloom Women swooping down like birds of prey Never close but never far away
Night are long entropic I can't seem to cope It's cold when I look in your eyes
Pieces of ice Pieces of ice Pieces of ice Pieces of ice
En Un Mundo Nuevo Composer(s): T. Luz - R. Trabucchelli
First performance by: Karina - 1971
Sólo al final del camino, las cosas claras verás la razón de vivir y el porqué de mil cosas más Al mirar hacia atrás, cuando llegues comprenderás
Busca las cosas sencillas y encontrarás la verdad La verdad de ese amor, lo demás déjalo pasar Solamente el amor con el tiempo no morirá
Al fin del camino se harán realidad los sueños que llevas en ti si en todo momento en tu caminar la vida has llenado de amor y verdad
Al fin del camino podrás encontrar el bien que esperaste sentir olvida el pasado, pues no volverá conserva el amor que hay en ti
Al fin del camino habrá un despertar de nuevo volver a vivir si en todo momento en tu caminar la vida has llenado de amor y verdad
Al fin del camino en ti llevarás la fe y la ilusión de vivir tus sueños de siempre se harán realidad en un mundo nuevo y feliz
Al fin del camino en ti llevarás la fe y la ilusión de vivir Tus sueños de siempre se harán realidad en un mundo nuevo y feliz en un mundo nuevo y feliz en un mundo nuevo y feliz
Papara papapa papara papa papara papa parara Tus sueños de siempre se harán realidad si llenas tu vida de amor y paz si llenas tu vida de amor y paz en un mundo nuevo y feliz
Pieces Of April Composer(s): Dave Loggins Performer(s): Three Dog Night; and various other artists
April gave us springtime and the promise of the flowers And the feeling that we both shared and the love that we called ours We had no time for sadness, that's a road we each had crossed We were living a time meant for us, and even when it would rain we would laugh it off
I've got pieces of April, I keep them in a memory bouquet I've got pieces of April, but it's a morning in May
We stood on the crest of summer, beneath an oak that blossemed green Feelings as I did in April, not really knowing what it means But it must be ther that youstand beside me now to make me feel this way Just as I did in April, but it's a morning in May
I've got pieces of April, I keep them in a memory bouquet I've got pieces of April, but it's a morning in May
