Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Nur Die Liebe Läßt Uns Leben First performance by: Mary Roos - 1972
Nur die Liebe läßt uns leben Tage im hellen Sonnenschein kann nur sie allein uns geben nur wer liebt, wird niemals einsam sein
Wir warten und wir hoffen und wir träumen der Tag vergeht und nimmt die Träume mit Die Nacht ist lang und du bist nicht bei mir doch mein Herz, es findet seinen Weg zu dir
Nur die Liebe läßt uns leben alles vergessen und verzeih'n dann wird jeder dir vergeben nur wer liebt wird niemals einsam sein
Nur die Liebe läßt uns leben Tage im hellen Sonnenschein kann nur sie allein uns geben nur wer liebt, wird niemals einsam sein
Ich wußte, daß die Wege, die wir gehen verworren sind, und daß es Tränen gibt Das zählt nicht mehr hast du das nicht gesehen du wirst die Straße deiner Sehnsucht geh'n
Nur die Liebe läßt uns leben alles vergessen und verzeih'n dann wird wieder dir vergeben nur wer liebt wird niemals einsam sein
Nur die Liebe läßt uns leben Tage im hellen Sonnenschein kann nur sie allein uns geben nur wer liebt, wird niemals einsam sein
Nur die Liebe läßt uns leben Tage im hellen Sonnenschein kann nur sie allein uns geben nur wer liebt, wird niemals einsam sein
Pinball Wizard Composer(s): Pete Townshend
First release: The Who - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists
Ever since I was a young boy I played the silver ball From Soho down to Brighton I must have played them all But I ain't seen nothing like him in any amusement hall That deaf, dumb and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball
He stands like a statue, becomes part of the machine Feeling all the bumpers, always playing clean Plays by intuition, the digit counters fall That deaf, dumb and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball
He's a pinball wizard, there has to be a twist A pinball wizard's got such a supple wrist How do you think he does it I don't know What makes him so good
Ain't got no distractions, can't hear no buzzes or bells Don't see lights a-flashing, plays by sense of smell Always gets a replay, never seen him fall That deaf, dumb and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball
I thought I was the Bally table king But I just handed my pinball crown to him
Even on my favourite table, he can beat my best His disciples lean him in and he just does the rest He's got crazy flipper fingers, never seen him fall That deaf, dumb and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball
Skating Away On The Thin Ice Of The New Day Composer(s): Ian Anderson Performer(s): Jethro Tull; Sun Palace
Meanwhile back in the year One when you belonged to no-one you didn't stand a chance son if your pants were undone 'Cause you were bred for humanity and sold to society one day you'll wake up in the Present Day a million generations removed from expectations of being who you really want to be Skating away, skating away skating away on the thin ice of the New Day
So as you push off from the shore won't you turn your head once more and make your peace with everyone? For those who choose to stay will live just one more day to do the things they should have done And as you cross the wilderness spinning in your emptiness you feel you have to pray Looking for a sign that the Universal Mind has written you into the Passion Play Skating away, skating away skating away on the thin ice of the New Day
And as you cross the circle line the ice-wall creaks behind you're a rabbit on the run And the silver splinters fly in the corner of your eye shining in the setting sun Well, do you ever get the feeling that the story's too damn real and in the present tense? Or that everybody's on the stage and it seems like you're the only person sitting in the audience? Skating away, skating away skating away on the thin ice of the New Day
Pinball Composer(s): Brian Protheroe Performer(s): Brian Protheroe; Matt Deighton
And I've run out of pale ale And I feel like I'm in jail And my music bores me once again And I've been on the pinball And I know longer know it all And they say that you never know when you're insane
Got fleas in my bedroom Got flies in my bathroom And the cat just finished off the bread So I walk over Soho And I read about Monroe And I wonder was she really what they said
Got a call from a good friend Come on down for the weekend Didn't know if I could spare the time I knew a woman who was crazy About a boy who was lazy But it didn't work out 'cos they just couldn't make it rhyme
Hey Jude you were alright I could have grooved with you all night But you turned your back on the party game Mama if I keep my head clean Will I really have a good dream Or will I wake up in confusion just the same
And I've run out of pale ale And I feel like I'm in jail Got fleas in the bedroom Got flies in the bathroom Got a call from a good friend Come on down for the weekend Hey Jude you were alright I could have grooved with you all night
And I've been on the pale ale And I feel like a pinball
Pin A Medal On Joey Composer(s): Billy Dawn Smith; Ralph Montello Performer(s): James Darren
I just got a letter from a very dear pal He wrote to say he's sorry for stealin' my gal
Pin a medal on Joey He stole your love from me Pin a medal on Joey He set my poor heart free No more cryin' about a love that was untrue Oh-ho, oh, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Hip hooray for that Joey For bein' good to me Hip hooray for that Joey He took my misery No more heartache will I be givin' you Oh-ho, oh, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Chorus: Told him all about you Told him how you lied But Joey won't believe me He thinks I'm a jealous guy-eye
Pin a medal on Joey For bein' such a fool Pin a medal on Joey He won a heart that's cruel He'll be sorry when you break his heart in two Oh-ho, oh, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Told him all about you Told him how you lied But Joey won't believe me He thinks I'm a jealous guy-eye
Pin a medal on Joey For bein' such a fool Pin a medal on Joey He won a heart that's cruel He'll be sorry when you break his heart in two Oh-ho, oh, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Pin a medal on Joey, hey, hey, hey, hey, Hip hooray for that Joey oh, oh, oh, oh
Skateaway Composer(s): Mark Knopfler Performer(s): Dire Straits
I seen a girl on a one-way corridor Stealin' down a wrong-way street For all the world like an urban toreador She had wheels on her feet - on her feet Well the cars do the usual dances Same old cruise and the curbside crawl But the rollergirl - she's takin' chances Just love to see her take them on
No fears, alone at night - she's sailing through the crowd In her ears the phones are tight and the music's playin' loud
Hallelujah - here she comes - Queen Roller Ball Enchante - what can I say? Carry on You know she used to have to wait around She used to be the lonely one But now that she been skatin' around town She's the only one
No fears, alone at night - she's sailing through the crowd In her ears the phones are tight and the music's playin' loud
She gets rock n roll, from the rock n roll station In a rock n roll dream She's making movies on location She don't know what it means And the music make her wanna be the story And the story was whatever was the song - what it was Rollergirl - don't worry DJ play the movies - all night long
She tortures taxi drivers just for fun She like to read their lips Says: "Toro, toro, taxi - see 'ya tomorrow my son -" She just let a big truck graze her hip She got her own world in the city - yeah! Ain't that true - Lord I know - She got her own world in the city The city's bein' so... rude to her
Slippin' and a-slidin' Yeah, life's a roller ball Slippin' and a-slidin' Skateaway - that's all Skateaway Shala shalay, hey hey, skateaway She's singin' shala shalay, hey hey Skateaway
El Pimiento Composer(s): Victor Jara
Performer(s): Victor Jara; Quilapayún
En el centro de la pampa vive un pimiento sol y viento pa' su vida sol y viento Coronado por la piedra vive el pimiento luna y viento lo vigilan luna y viento Cuando sus ramas florecen es un incencio tanto rojo que derrama rojo entero Rojo entero
Nadie lo ve trabajar debajo'el suelo cuando busca noche y dia y alimento Pimiento rojo del norte atacameño siento el canto de tus ramas en el desierto Debes seguir floreciendo como un incendio porque al norte todo tuyo todo entero Todo entero
Tie Uuteen Päivään Composer(s): Rauno Lehtinen Markku Aro & Koivistolaiset - 1971
On pala maata ja pala vettä ja pala tulta polttavaa On ihmismieli ja paha kieli ei tahdo tulta sammuttaa
Tuo kaikki meidät uuteen päivään johtaa Nyt onko syytä surra tulevaa kun muita tiellä kulkevia kohtaa ja kaikki on niin mukavaa Nyt sinne uuteen päivään kaikki kulkee ja toiset näyttää mistä löytyy tie Jos kerran silmät huomiselta sulkee, tie helppo mukanaan jo vie
Maailma valmis jo on Tieto muuttumaton nyt ohjailee Aika niin mittaamaton meitä palveltuaan joko loppunut on
Kun yksi ottaa ja toinen antaa ja kolmas huutaa janoissaan Et tunne heitä, ei hekään meitä ja samaa tietä kuljetaan
Tuo kaikki meidät uuteen päivään johtaa Nyt onko syytä surra tulevaa kun muita tiellä kulkevia kohtaa ja kaikki on niin mukavaa Nyt sinne uuteen päivään kaikki kulkee ja toiset näyttää mistä löytyy tie Jos kerran silmät huomiselta sulkee, tie helppo mukanaan jo vie
Nyt sinne uuteen päivään kaikki kulkee ja toiset näyttää mistä löytyy tie Jos kerran silmät huomiselta sulkee tie helppo mukanaan jo vie
Pilou Pilou Hé Composer(s): Louis Amade; Gilbert Bécaud Performer(s): Dalida
Pilou, Pilou, Pilou hé Moi j'attends le jour ou j'irai Au pays qu'a un joli nom
Tu me crois ou tu ne me crois pas Mais tout est plein de mimosa Au pays qu'a un joli nom
À genoux ou ou sur les mains, ou sur les mains peut-être bien À genoux ou ou sur les mains je peux te le franchir ce chemin Je m'en irais aux quatre vents sur une barque de bois blanc Au pays qu'a un joli nom
Pilou, pilou, pilou hé Moi J'attends le jour ou j'aurai J'aurai mes prés et mes moissons
À genoux ou ou sur les mains, ou sur les mains peut-être bien À genoux ou ou sur les mains je veux te le franchir ce chemin Ce chemin de quatre printemps nous le grimperons en chantant Pour fabriquer notre maison
Pilou, pilou, pilou hé Je nous vois comme si j'y étais le soleil a toujours raison À genoux ou ou sur les mains, ou sur les mains peut-être bien À genoux ou ou sur les mains je veux te le franchir ce chemin Tu le crois ou tu ne le crois pas Jésus ne porte plus sa croix Au pays qu'a un joli nom, au pays qu'a un joli nom
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!
