Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Vaknade upp för sent idag, klockan var redan tolv Sprang till kontoret där min chef satt arg och mycket sur Allting har gått på tok idag men varför sörja nu Nu när jag sitter här, och mina vänner har champagne?
Så skål kära vän, skåla med mig Nu är det fest och riktigt ståhej Skål alla ni som kommit hit Nu har jag glömt min nit
När jag nu plötsligt tittar upp finns ingen kvar hos mig Varför har alla gått sin väg, jag fattar inte det Åter går allt på tok för mig men varför sörja nu Jag har ju ännu glaset fullt, jag skålar för mig själv
Det gör ingenting att jag nu är själv Jag skålar med mig och allt är OK Jag vet redan nu de kommer nog sen Och allting blir bra igen
Pilot Of The Airwaves French Title: Pilote Sur Les Ondes Composer(s): Charlie Dore Performer(s): Charlie Dore
Pilot of the airwaves Here is my request You don't have to play it But I hope you'll do your best I've been listening to your show On the radio And you seem like a friend to me
Or the record of your choice I don't mind, I'd be happy just to hear your voice Saying this is for the girl Who didn't sign her name Yes, she needs a dedication just the same
Late at night I'm still listening Don't waste my time chasing sleep People say I look weary But that's just the company I keep Ooooh, you make the night time race Ooooh, I don't need to see your face You're sounding good (sounding good) Sounding good to me
Pilot of the airwaves Here is my request You don't have to play it But I hope you'll do your best I've been listening to your show On the radio And you seem like a friend to me
Late at night I'm still listening Don't waste my time chasing sleep People say I look weary But that's just the company I keep Ooooh, you make the night time race Ooooh, I don't need to see your face You're sounding good (sounding good) Sounding good to me
You're sounding so good to me
Pilot of the airwaves Here is my request You don't have to play it But I hope you'll do your best I've been listening to your show On the radio And you seem like a friend to me
Oh, I've been listening to your show on the radio And you seem like a friend to me
Menina Do Alto Da Serra Composer(s): DosSantos; José Carlos Ary; Fernandes; Nuno Nazareth First performance by: Tonicha - 1971
Menina de olhar sereno Raiando pela manha De seio duro e pequeno Num coletinho de lã Menina cheirando a feno Casada com hortelã Menina cheirando a feno Casada com hortelã
Menina que no caminho Vais pisando formosura Levas nos olhos um ninho Todo em penas de ternura
Menina de olhar de linho Com um ribeiro à cintura Menina de olhar de linho Com um ribeiro à cintura
Menina de saia aos folhos Quem na vê fica lavado Água da sede dos olhos Pão que não foi amassado Menina de riso aos molhos Minha seiva de pinheiro Menina de saia aos folhos Alfazema sem canteiro
Menina de corpo inteiro Com tranças de madrugada Que se levanta primeiro Do que a terra alvoroçada Menina de corpo inteiro Com tranças de madrugada Menina de corpo inteiro Com tranças de madrugada
Menina de saia aos folhos Quem na vê fica lavado Água da sede dos olhos Pão que não foi amassado
Menina de fato novo Avé-Maria da terra Rosa brava rosa povo Brisa do alto da serra
Rosa brava rosa povo Brisa do alto da serra Rosa brava rosa povo Brisa do alto da serra Rosa brava rosa povo Brisa do alto da serra
Pillow Talk Composer(s): Michael Burton; Sylvia Robinson Performer(s): Percy Faith; and various other artists
I, I, I, I, I
Hey, baby, let me stay I dont care what your friends are bout to say, ah-ah What you friends all say is fine But it cant compete with this pillow talk of mine
You cant find love on a one way street It takes two to tangle, takes two to even compete, oh, yeah So boy, just put that stop sign down And lets get together before the day runs us down Im pleading to you now
Hey, baby, let me try To be the ones whos gonna light your fire, ha-ha What you friends all say is fine But it cant compete with this pillow talk of mine
Ooh, I dont wanna see you be no fool What Im teachin you tonight, boy, youll never learn it in school, oh, no So friends who tell me wrong from right Ill ask to borrow their pants some cold and lonely night
Ooh, hey, baby, let me be The one who turns you on from A to Z, ha-ha What you friends all say is fine But it cant compete with this pillow talk of mine
Ooh .. baby Ooh, baby, la-la-la-la-la-la-la Ah ...would you, baby Would you, baby, la-la-la-la-la-la-la I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I Uno momento por quito Uno momento por quito I, I, I, I Nice daddy, nice daddy, nice daddy I, I, I, I Oh, my God
Sjung Denna Sång ((Adapted from: Sing C'est La Vie (by Sonny & Cher) - 1965)) ((Dutch Version: Sing C'est La Vie (by Willy Sommers, Lisa Del Bo, Luc Steeno) - 2003)) Composer(s): Sonny Bono; Charles Greene; Brian Stone; Agnetha Faltskog Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog - 1968
Sjung denna sång För snart skall du se Att sorgen försvinner Att du blott vill le
Vi två reste bort Resan gick till Paris När vi kom dit Då hörde vi fåglar som sjöng Och du sjöng på en sång Som vi ej kunnat glömma sen dess Den är inte svår Och vi minns än i dag hur det lät Och vi sjöng
Sjung denna sång För snart skall du se Att sorgen försvinner Att du blott vill le
Om du nån gång är sur Och du tycker att livet är trist Så åk till Paris Där finns allt som du vill ha Ty där skiner solen Och där sjunger alla den sång Som får dig att glömma Allt tråkigt som hände en gång Sjung nu med
Sjung denna sång För snart skall du se Att sorgen försvinner Att du blott vill le
Pillow Talk Composer(s): James; Pepper Performer(s): Doris Day
Pillow talk, pillow talk Another night Im hearing myself talk Talk, talk, talk Wonder how it would be to have someone To pillow talk with me I wonder how, I wonder who
Pillow talk, pillow talk Another night of being alone with pillow talk When its all said and done Two heads together can be better than one Thats what they say, they always say
All I do is talk to my pillow Talk to my pillow, talk to my pillow All I do is talk to my pillow Talk about the boy Im gonna marry Some day, somehow, somewhere, sometime
Pillow talk, pillow talk Another night Im getting my fill of pillow talk You and I both agree There must be a boy Must be a pillow Must be a pillow talking boy for me I hope Im right, Im very right Oh, there must be a pillow talking boy for me
There must be a boy There must be a boy There must be a boy There must
Pile Ou Face Composer(s): Pierre Rapsat Performer(s): Pierre Rapsat
Le label JB lui rappelle Les initiale de la belle Mais l'alcool est moins rude qu'elle JB, elle, s'est fait la belle
Il est là sens dessus-dessous Ses souçis dissous Dans l'alcool c'est sa seule issue Un peu saoûl, et déçu
Il lance la pièce en l'air En faisant cette prière Face, je m'efface, pile je fais face (churs) Il lance la pièce en l'air Avant qu'elle ne touche terre Face je m'éfface, pile je fais face
Savez-vous que tous les dessous Les dessous de cette affaire, Volés à l'insu d'celle qui l'rend fou Sont dans sa poche révolver
Ces quelques grammes de soie, de tissu Produisent un tel influx Qu'ils entourent encore ce corps De désir De plaisirs disparus
Il lance la pièce en l'air En faisant cette prière Face, je m'efface, pile je fais face (churs) Il lance la pièce en l'air En faisant cette prière Face, je m'efface, pile je fais face (churs) Elle tourne dans les airs A l'endroit, à l'envers Face je m'efface,, pile je fais face (churs) De quelle façon, de quelle manière Va-t-il mordre la poussière?
Ça tourne, ça tourne...
Il se voit perdre la face Dans ce miroir qu'il brise qu'il casse Comme de la glace, glace que l'on pile Plus de face, plus de profil Il s'éclate
Il lance la pièce en l'air En faisant cette prière Face, je m'efface, pile je fais face (churs) Il lance la pièce en l'air En faisant cette prière Face, je m'efface, pile je fais face (churs)
Il regarde cette pièce en l'air A l'endroit, à l'envers Face je m'éfface, pile je fais face (churs) De quelle façon, de quelle manière Va-t-il mordre la poussière? Face je m'éfface
Sjösalavals Composer(s): Evert Taube Performer(s): Evert Taube; Roland Cedermark; Sven Bertil Taube
Rönnerdahl han skuttar med ett skratt ur sin säng Solen skiner på Orrberget Sunnanvind brusar Rönnerdahl han valsar över Sjösala äng Hör min vackra visa, kom sjung min refräng! Tärnan har fått ungar och dyker i min vik Ur alla gröna dungar hörs finkarnas musik och se, så många blommor som redan slagit ut på ängen! Gullviva, mandelblom, kattfot och blå viol
Rönnerdahl han virvlar sina lurviga ben under vita skjortan som viftar kring vaderna Lycklig som en lärka uti majsolens sken sjunger han för ekorrn, som gungar på gren! -Kurre, kurre, kurre! Nu dansar Rönnerdahl! Koko! Och göken ropar uti hans gröna dal och se, så många blommor som redan slagit ut på ängen! Gullviva, mandelblom, kattfot och blå viol
Rönnerdahl han binder utav blommor en krans binder den kring håret, det gråa och rufsiga valsar in i stugan och har lutan till hands väcker frun och barnen med drill och kadans -Titta! ropar ungarna, Pappa är en brud med blomsterkrans i håret och nattskjorta till skrud! Och se, så många blommor som redan slagit ut på ängen! Gullviva, mandelblom, kattfot och blå viol
Rönnerdahl är gammal, men han valsar ändå! Rönnerdahl har sorger och ont om sekiner Sällan får han rasta - han får slita för två Hur han klarar skivan, kan ingen förstå - ingen, utom tärnan in viken (hon som dök) och ekorren och finken och vårens första gök och blommorna, de blommor som redan slagit ut på ängen Gullviva, mandelblom, kattfot och blå viol
Pigro Composer(s): Ivan Graziani Performer(s): Ivan Graziani
Tu sai citare i classici a memoria ma non distingui il ramo da una foglia il ramo da una foglia Pigro!
Una mente fertile dici è alla base ma la tua scienza ha creato l'ignoranza ha creato l'ignoranza Pigro!
E poi le parolacce che ti lasci scappare che servono a condire il tuo discorso d'autore come bava di lumache stanno lì a dimostrare ch'è vero è vero non si può migliorare col tuo schifo di educazione col tuo schifo di educazione Pigro!
La capra per il latte la donna per le voglie ma non ti accorgi della noia che ha tua moglie della noia che ha tua moglie Pigro! Tu castighi i figli in maniera esemplare poi dici siamo liberi nessuno deve giudicare nessuno deve giudicare Pigro!
E poi le parolacce che ti lasci scappare che servono a condire il tuo discorso d'autore come bava di lumache stanno lì a dimostrare ch'è vero è vero non si può migliorare col tuo schifo di educazione col tuo schifo di educazione Pigro!
One Day Love First performance by: Angela Farrell - 1971
You love for a day, then you go on your way Breaking hearts, lonely hearts though they want you to stay Then you laugh, how you laugh when the tears starts to fall Turn your back, one day love, wave your hand to them all
Yesterday, lovely day, I was yours for a while In your arms there was peace as you kissed with a smile Words of love, empty words whispered close to my ear They were lies, only lies but I held them so dear
How can you be so deceiving? Why do you injure my pride? Building me up with your promises only to throw me aside
How many hearts have you broken? Closing your ears to their cries How many times have you cheated and lied With the look of deceit in your eyes?
One day soon, very soon, deep in love you will fall And the one that you want will not answer your call So beware and take care, take advice from a friend Your kind of love, one day love will come to an end
How can you be so deceiving? Why do you injure my pride? Building me up with your promises only to throw me aside
How many hearts have you broken? Closing your ears to their cries How many times have you cheated and lied With the look of deceit in your eyes?
One day soon, very soon, deep in love you will fall And the one that you want will not answer your call So beware and take care, take advice from a friend Your kind of love, one day love will end
Pigmeat Composer(s): Huddie Ledbetter Performer(s): Ry Cooder; and various other artists
Just look here mama Don't pick pigmeat the way you do Don't pick pigmeat the way you do Don't believe it's pigmeat Ask anybody in the neighborhood
Don't believe it's pigmeat Kind that you won't regret Don't believe it's pigmeat Kind that you won't regret I got something about this pigmeat Sweet mama ain't told you yet
I was born and raised in the country Mama but I'm staying in town I was born and raised in the country Mama but I'm staying in town You don't believe it's pigmeat Mama from my head on down
Adjö, farväl min hulda, kära flicka Kaptenen kallar, jag skall gå ombord! Men lovar du mig huld och trogen bliva Så går jag glad ombord, ombord
De löftena, som vi varandra givit De skola aldrig svikna bli av mig Så länge Gud låter mig behålla livet Och jag går glad ombord, ombord
Giv aldrig någon annan vän ditt hjärta Tänk aldrig på att ta din ed igen! Ty då förvållar du stor sorg och smärta Och sådan sorg, som hjärtat tär
Kan hända smeker du en annans kinder Kan hända kysser du en annans mun Kan hända går du vid en annans sida Men jag får ensam, ensam gå
Dock, nu farväl min hulda, kära flicka Se, flaggan svajar av god vind från nord Kaptenen vinkar, nu till sjöss vi sticka Och jag går glad ombord, ombord
Pigliate 'Na Pastiglia Composer(s): Nisa; Renato Carosone Performer(s): Renato Carosone; Nino Ferretti; Enzo Romano
Io cammino ogni notte io cammino sbarianno io nun tengo mai suonno non chiudo mai ll'uocchie e non bevo cafe'
'Na perziana ca sbatte 'nu lampione ca luce e 'nu 'mbriaco che dice bussanno a 'na porta M'arape Cunce'? 'A tre mise nun dormo cchiu' 'na vucchella vurria scurda' Gente diciteme comme 'aggia fa? Pigliate 'na pastiglia Pigliate 'na pastiglia, siente a mme! Pe me fa addurmi' pe me fa scurda' il mio dolce amor Pigliate 'na pastiglia Pigliate 'na pastiglia, siente a mme! Pe me fa senti' come un gran pascia' e mi inebria il cuor! Dint' 'e vetrine 'e tutte 'e farmaciste la vecchia camomilla ha dato il posto Alle palline e glicerofosfato bromotelevisionato grammi zero zero tre Ah! Pigliate 'na pastiglia, siente a mme!
'Into 'o scuro 'na gatta mastecanno 'na sarda doce doce me guarda me guarda se struscia miagola e fa Siente a mme, va te a cucca' Siente a mme, va te a cucca' So' 'nu ciuccio 'e carretta Carrecato d'ammore ca se tira stu core stu core che cerca la felicita'! 'A tre mise nun dormo cchiu' 'na vucchella vurria scurda' Gente diciteme comme 'aggia fa?
Pigliate 'na pastiglia Pigliate 'na pastiglia, siente a mme! Pe me fa addurmi' pe me fa scurda' il mio dolce amor Pigliate 'na pastiglia Pigliate 'na pastiglia, siente a mme! Pe me fa senti' come un gran pascia' e mi inebria il cuor! Dint' 'e vetrine 'e tutte 'e farmaciste la vecchia camomilla ha dato il posto Alle palline e glicerofosfato bromotelevisionato grammi zero zero tre Ah! Pigliate 'na pastiglia, siente a mme!
Dint' 'e vetrine 'e tutte 'e farmaciste la vecchia camomilla ha dato il posto Alle palline e glicerofosfato bromotelevisionato dittiti', bicarbonato borotalco e seme 'e lino, cataplasma e semolino 'na custata 'a fiorentina mortadella, dduie panine cu' 'nu miezo litro 'e vino nu caffe' con caffeina grammi zero zero tre Ah! Pigliate 'na pastiglia Pigliate 'na pastiglia Pigliate 'na pastiglia Pigliate 'na pastiglia, siente a mme!
Piggy Bank Love Composer(s): Neil Innes Performer(s): The Bonzo Dog Band
She runs a Greenshield library Saves everything she's got For her wedding day Save all day, that's okay But give me some of that piggy bank lovin' Some of that piggy bank lovin' Some of that piggy bank lovin' Piggy bank love, piggy bank love
She dreams of cheap land, children, Towels labeled his and hers Plaster ducks in pairs Flying up the stairs Some of that piggy bank lovin' Some of that piggy bank lovin' Some of that piggy bank lovin' Piggy bank love Piggy bank love
Do do do do do Do do do do do Do do do do Do ooo wooo
That's okay, save all day
We'll make her mother happy With tinted photographs Of our wedding day Smile all day, make 'em laugh But gimme some of that piggy bank lovin' Some of that piggy bank lovin' Some of that piggy bank lovin' Piggy bank love Piggy bank love
Some of that piggy bank lovin' Some of that piggy bank lovin' Some of that piggy bank lovin'
Sjakie Van De Hoek Composer(s): J. Strunk; H.P. den Boer Performer(s): Conny Vandenbos; Rick de Leeuw
Ik denk nog vaak aan kleine Sjaak Groot in 't kattekwaad Vlug als kwik, de held, de schrik Van de buurt en onze straat Spijbelaar, altijd klaar Voor 't gappen van een koek Een ruit kapot dat was een schot Van Sjakie van de hoek
Hij stal voor ons likeurbonbons En iedereen werd ziek En als men thuis vroeg hoe dat kwam Verklikte je 'm niet Maar aan oma, die alleen was Bracht hij dagelijks een bezoek Dat was hij wiens hart van goud was Dat was Sjakie van de hoek
Ik denk nog vaak aan kleine Sjaak Groot in 't kattekwaad Vlug als kwik, de held, de schrik Van de buurt en onze straat Spijbelaar, altijd klaar Voor 't gappen van een koek Een ruit kapot dat was een schot Van Sjakie van de hoek
En ieder ging z'n eigen weg En Sjakie werd soldaat Voor miljoenen en voor Sjaak Kwam de vrede veel te laat Z'n zoontjes zijn precies als hij Half lief en half piraat De 1 heet Sjors, de ander Sjaak Toe, maak ze geen soldaat
Ik denk nog vaak aan kleine Sjaak Groot in 't kattekwaad Vlug als kwik, de held, de schrik Van de buurt en onze straat Spijbelaar, altijd klaar Voor 't gappen van een koek Een ruit kapot dat was een schot Van Sjakie van de hoek
Een ruit kapot, dat was een schot Van Sjakie van de hoek
Piggies Composer(s): George Harrison Performer(s): The Beatles; and various other artists
Have you see the little piggies crawling in the dirt And for all the little piggies Life is getting worse Always having dirt to play around in
Have you see the bigger piggies In their starched white shirts You will find the bigger piggies Stirring up the dirt Always have clean shirts to play around in
In their sties with all their backing They don't care what goes on around In their eyes there's something lacking What they need's a darn good whacking
Everywhere there's lots of piggies Living piggy lives You can see them out for dinner With their piggy wives Clutching forks and knives to eat their bacon
L'amore È Un Attimo Composer(s): Giancarlo Bigazzi; T. Savio; Enrico Polito First performance by: Massimo Ranieri - 1971
Ciao perdono amore mio Stasera scrivo a te l'ultima lettera Ne ho strappate mille sai Perché ti lascerò ma non so dirtelo Mai dicevi nascerà chi dividerci potrà L'amore è un attimo l'amore è un attimo Però la vita è un vento forte più di noi E va tristezza va per lei c'è un pensiero e una lacrima Addio felicità Vedrai le ferite si chiudono Chissà se un fiore c'à la sotto la neve per te E' passato un mese e già non mi difendo più dalla malinconia Il mio solo amico qui È questo treno che va verso casa mia Mai dicevi nascerà chi dividerci potrà L'amore è un attimo l'amore è un attimo Però la vita è un vento forte più di me E va tristezza va per lei c'è un pensiero e una lacrima Addio felicità vedrai le ferite si chiudono Chissà se un fiore c'è la sotto la neve per te Chissà se un fiore c'è la sotto la neve per te
Pigalle La Blanche Composer(s): E. Dufaure; Bernard Lavilliers Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
White tous vos néons rouillés White la loi, la vie, les condés White les nuits pour oublier Phares de la police dans mes yeux métis mouillés Black mes cheveux et ma peau Black c'est écrit là sur mon dos Black comme de la musique soul Black is black and really beautiful
And tell me Why, why, why, why, I don't know Why, why, why, why, I'm born in the ghetto Why, why, why, why, I don't know Deux noires pour une blanche, c'est inscrit dans le tempo
White la couleur de l'accroc White la lame, noire le couteau White la voix qui dit encore Sur Pigalle la blanche fait rouler ses gouttes d'or Black la mémoire des bistrots Black les blousons des travelos Black la mort dans son linceul Comme un coup de flingue, une baffe dans la gueule
And tell me Why, why, why, why, I don't know Why, why, why, why, I'm born in the ghetto Why, why, why, why, I don't know Deux noires pour une blanche, c'est inscrit dans le tempo
White la peur qui vous rassure White le boulevard sous la bavure White la morale et le nombre Pigalle devient blanche quand les bronzés sont à l'ombre Back vers la lumière dorée Back vers l'épaisseur de forêts Back très loin de Babylone Je veux repartir vers les tambours qui bastonnent ...
