Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Smoke Gets In Your Eyes (Italian Version: Fumo Negli Occhi - 1936) Composer(s): Otto Harbach; Jerome Kern First performance by: Tamara Drasin - 1933 Covered by multiple other artists
They asked me how I knew my true love was true I of course replied "something here inside cannot be denied" They said "someday you'll find all who love are blind" When your heart's on fire, you must realize smoke gets in your eyes So I chaffed them and I gaily laughed to think they could doubt my love Yet today my love has flown away, I am without my love
Now laughing friends deride tears I cannot hide So I smile and say "when a lovely flame dies, smoke gets in your eyes"
(smoke gets in your eyes, smoke gets in your eyes)
We'll Live It All Again First performance by: Al Bano & Romina Power - 1976
I remember your face When the first time we kissed How you stardet to blush What you said When you touched my hand And the drives to the beach With the sand on my feet What we drew on the shore It's as it were yesterday
Mi ricordo quei giorni Fino all'alba l'amore Le tue bambole antiche Sorridevano insiame a te E I tuoi corti vestiti Come prati fioriti Che distesi nel vento Mi ridavano la liberà
I'd live it all again Anch'io lo rivivrei Anch'io lo rivivrei We'll live it all again
When we had our first babe How we found her new games How she smiled when she saw me And the first time she called you dad All the good times we had Although some they were bad Through the laughter and pain But the feeling was always there
Mi ricordo quei tempi Quante giuste canzoni Quante maschere in giro E tu sola vicino a me Solitudine in due E cent'anni son pochi Se vivessi di nuovo Io ti sempre risceglierei
Pocket Calculator Composer(s): Karl Bartos; Ralf Hütter; Emil Schult Performer(s): Kraftwerk; and various other artists
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator I'm the operator with my pocket calculator I am adding and subtracting I'm controlling and composing I'm the operator with my pocket calculator I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
I am adding and subtracting I'm controlling and composing By pressing down a special key, it plays a little melody By pressing down a special key, it plays a little melody
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
Smoke From Your Cigarette Composer(s): Harold Johnson Performer(s): Lillian Leach & The Mellows; The Belmonts
Smoke from your cigarette clouds my eyes Things that you speak of make me realize That you've found someone else to take my place In your heart, in your heart
There was a time you would say I was the only one who could bring Happiness to you or anyone But now those days are gone
Gone are the days when we would say We were meant for each other Gone are the days, those wonderful days When on you kisses I would smother
Smoke from your cigarette clouds my eyes Please don't say it, darling, won't you realize And tell me you'll forgive me Before those days are gone, gone
Pobre De Mí Composer(s): Agustín Lara Performer(s): Javier Solís; and various other artists
Sol de mi vida luz de mis ojos siente mis manos como acarician tu tersa piel Mis pobres manos, alas quebradas crucificadas, crucificadas bajo tus pies
Abre tus brazos maravillosos y entre sollozos bébete mi alma que es para ti Qué culpa tengo de ser tan tuyo de que tu orgullo sea mi condena, pobre de mí
Abre tus brazos maravillosos y entre sollozos bébete mi alma que es para ti Qué culpa tengo de ser tan tuyo de que tu orgullo sea mi condena, pobre de mí
Sobran Las Palabras Composer(s): Braulio A. Garcia First performance by: Braulio - 1976
A veces, hasta sobran las palabras cuando se trata de hablar sencillamente de amor y prefiero la elocuencia de un silencio a esa frase desgastada, que a nada suena en mi voz Ya sé que tú puedes creer que a mí me falta el interés pero a veces las promesas más fervientes sólo tratan de ocultar que está muriendo el amor
Amor, amor, mi amor (amor, amor) tendrías que aceptarme así si ves que no me gusta conversar aprende a interpretar mi ausencia
Amor, amor, mi amor (amor, amor) es todo cuanto sé decir amar es algo más que hacer reír yo sé que llenaré tu vida de amor (amor, amor)
A veces, hasta sobran las palabras cuando se trata de hablar sencillamente de amor y el gesto, que hasta pasa inadvertido puede ser más importante que un juramento ante Dios
Amor, amor, mi amor (amor, amor) tendrías que aceptarme así si ves que no me gusta conversar aprende a interpretar mi ausencia
Amor, amor, mi amor (amor, amor) tendrías que aceptarme así es todo cuanto sé decir amor, amor
PMS Blues Composer(s): Dolly Parton Performer(s): Dolly Parton
Eve you wicked woman, you done put your curse on me Why didn't you just leave that apple hangin' in the tree You make us hate our husbands, our lovers and our boss Why I can't even count the good friends I've already lost 'Cause of... PMS blues, PMS blues!! I don't even like myself, but it's something I can't help I got those God almighty, slap somebody PMS blues Most times I'm easy going, some say I'm good as gold But when I'm PMS I tell ya, I turn mean and cold you Those not afflicted with it are affected just the same Poor old men didn't have to grin and say "I feel your pain" PMS blues... PMS blues... You know you must forgive us for we care not what we do I got those can't stop crying, dishes flying PMS blues
But you know we can't help it We don't even know the cause But as soon as this part's over, then comes the menopause Oh, Lord... Oh, Lord... We're going to always be a heap of fun Like the devil Taking over my body, suffering, suffering, suffering Everybody's suffering, huh?
But a woman had to write this song, a man would be scared to Lest he be called a chauvenist or just fall victim to Those.... PMS blues!!! You know we'd kill for less than that PMS blues!!!! You don't want to cross my path Cause a pitbull ain't no match or these teeth a clenchin' Fluid retention Head a swellin', can't stop yellin' Got no patience, I'm so hateful PMS blues, premenstrual syndrome Got those moods a swingin', tears a slingin' Nothin' fits me when it hits me Rantin', ravin', misbehavin' PMS blues!!!!
It's the only time in my life I ever think about wishing I'd been a man But you know that only means one thing If I'd have been a man, I'd be somewhere right this very minute With some old cranky, naggin', raggin' hateful woman With those old... PMS blues... PMS blues
I don't want to talk about it, we both could do without it Got those treat your kids bad, don't you talk back Gone ballistic, unrealistic Awful lowdown, bitch to be around... PMS blues!!!
Smoke From A Distant Fire Composer(s): Ed Sanford; Steven Paul Stewart; John Townsend Performer(s): Sanford & Townsend and multiple other artists
You left me here on your way to paradise And you pulled the rug right out from under my life I know where you goin to I knew when you came home last night 'Cause your eyes had a mist from the smoke of a distant fire
Lord, I was stung shoulda' seen it come a long time ago When I realized the reality gave me a roll If things are the same then explain why your kiss is so cold and that mist in your eyes feels like rain on the fire in my soul
This lying, and cryin's, upsettin' and getting no where It don't stack up, so slack up and pack up I just don't care Don't let the screen door hit you, on your way out Don't you drown when your dream boat runs onto the ground
I'd just like to know do you love him or just making time by filling his glass with your fast flowing bitter-sweet lies You'll face the after taste when you come home late some night With your eyes all a mist from the smoke of a distant fire
Girl your eyes have a mist from the smoke of a distant fire (Well your eyes have a mist from the smoke of a distant fire) Your eyes have the mist from the smoke of a distant fire (Well your eyes have a mist from the smoke of a distant fire) Oh girl your eyes have a mist from the smoke of a distant fire (Mist in your eyes from a distant fire) Girl your eyes have a mist from the smoke of a distant.......... A distant Fire
Plynth (Water Down The Drain) Composer(s): Nicky Hopkins; Rod Stewart; Ron Wood Performer(s): Jeff Beck; Larry Van Fleet; Ron Wood
I've woken up on mornings such as this And thought exactly the same as I'm thinking now Every night for a year I've slept alone My cold damp room looks worse than me
I got a fear of death that creeps on every night I know I won't die soon but then again I might Just like water down the drain I'm wasting away And oh, doctors can't help A ghost of a man, that's me
I'm going far Ah, ah, ah
And oh, water down the drain flows to the sea The pattern of my life keeps a-hauntin' me Like moisture from the ocean fills the sky Comes on down to the ground as time goes by
Ah, ah, ah Please don't weep for me when I'm gone Ah, ah, ah
I got a fear of death that creeps on every night I know I won't die soon but then again I might Please don't weep for me when I'm gone Ah, ah, ah A fear of death that creeps on every night
Pump-Pump First performance by: Fredi & Ystävät - 1976
I used to love watching beautiful girls go by in my time You have done like the boys do, but now finally you are mine Let bygones be bygones, now I love you You gave me more than a man can ever dream, know what I mean?
Let your hip go hippety pump pump That's the way we dance till we die.. ay ay ay... Let your hip go hippety pump pump Give me shivers all down my spine... ay ay ay... You are not a moment's playmate You are the man of my life Let your hip go hippety pump pump That's the way we dance till we die.. ay ay ay...
I used to worry so much about all kinds of little things Now it is easy to laugh and to dance when it really swings Now we're together forever, I know Playing the games that two people only play when they're in love
Let your hip go hippety pump pump That's the way we dance till we die.. ay ay ay... Let your hip go hippety pump pump Give me shivers all down my spine... ay ay ay... You are not a moment's playmate You are the man of my life Let your hip go hippety pump pump That's the way we dance till we die.. ay ay ay...
Let your hip go hippety pump pump That's the way we dance till we die.. ay ay ay... Let your hip go hippety pump pump Give me shivers all down my spine... ay ay ay... Let your hip go hippety pump pump That's the way we dance till we die
Plus Rien, Je N'ai Plus Rien Qu'un Chien Composer(s): Jean Franc Nohain; Mireille Darc Performer(s): Jean Sablon
Sur le boul'vard de La Villette Deux femmes travaillaient pour moi Mais elles sont malades pour trois mois Une vieille dame à galette Avait pour moi le grand béguin Hum - elle est morte ce matin Et dans un cercle à la roulette J'ai tout perdu tout tout tout tout Mais alors tout - tout tout d'un seul coup!
Plus rien Je n'ai plus rien qu'un chien Plus rien Qu'un chien qui m'aime bien Il comprend tout Il m'suit partout Il aboie Dès qu'il me voit Il saute sur moi Pour montrer sa joie Brave chien Qui n'me d'mande jamais rien Un os Il est à la noce On est heureux Sans rien tous les deux Plus rien J'n'ai plus rien qu'mon chien!
J'ai voulu voir la grande Estelle Qui fut toujours une copine Mais elle, elle est en Argentine Dans un claque rue d'la Chapelle Le patron me doit cinq cents francs Mais alors lui, il vient d'perdre ses parents Y avait aussi Julot d'Grenelle Auquel je pouvais emprunter Mais lui, il est à la Santé
Plus rien Je n'ai plus rien qu'un chien Un chien Dont on n'm'offre rien J'ai mis au clou Tous mes bijoux Ma pendule Mon vieux chapeau L'porte-manteaux Du vestibule Plus rien Qu'un smoking très ancien Quel pauv'vieux! Il est bien miteux! Miteux, mité Qui voudra l'acheter? Plus rien J'n'ai plus rien qu'mon chien!
Smiling Phases Composer(s): Steve Winwood; Jim Capaldi; Chris Wood First release by: Traffic - 1967 Covered by multiple other artists
Do yourself a favor Wake up to your mind Life is what you make it You see but still your blind Get yourself together, give before you take You'll find out the hard way Soon you're going to break
Smiling Phases, going places Even when they bust you Keep on smiling through and through And you'll be amazed at the gaze on their faces As they sentence you
You don't need a lawyer When you're in a fix Someone gets the pay off You're friends are full of tricks How could you love something That you just can't buy? Own up to the truth girl Your mother's gone on by
Your companion, brings you flowers You just hang him up And keep him waiting there for hours And you should just see the look on his face As you slide down the rail
Plus Rien Composer(s): Charles Aznavour Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Plus rien ne peut nous arriver Rien ne peut nous séparer Le temps s'arrête et tout commence alors Que j'étreins ton corps Plus rien ne peut fausser nos jours Rien ne peut briser l'amour Qui est en moi Je vis pour toi
Pour ce reflet dans tes yeux Quand tu es contre moi L'instant où je meurs Et revis en nos joies Mes souvenirs Mon avenir C'est toi Blottie entre mes bras
Et rien, quoi qu'il puisse advenir Rien ne peut nous désunir Rien car tu es mon destin
Et si le temps veut brouiller Les cartes de mon cur Détruire et piller Ce qui fait mon bonheur Je me batterai Mais garderai L'amour Même au prix de mes jours
Mais rien en tout cas je le crois Rien tant que tu m'aimeras Rien ne me prendra mes joies
Mata Hari First performance by: Anne Karine Strøm - 1976
There are days I just can't make it even though I try to fake it When I wish that I could take it, turn a page and start anew In a world with no tomorrow, I could throw away my sorrow And pretend you'd let me borrow all the magic and wonder of you And for a while feel alive
Mata Hari, any man would pay the price of sweet surrender Mata Hari, for the promise in your eyes it was so tender Those you conquered with your dance never did have a chance You walked away laughing and left them alone with their shame
As our dreams are slowly dyin', we find no escape in lyin' Why should we go on denyin' life is never what it seems? But in times when I am lonely, I keep thinkin' of you only Even though you'd never known me, can't you visit me once in my life And let me feel you were real?
Mata Hari, any man would pay the price of sweet surrender Mata Hari, for the promise in your eyes it was so tender Those you conquered with your dance they never did have a chance You walked away laughing and left them alone with their shame
Mata Hari, any man would pay the price of sweet surrender Mata Hari, for the promise in your eyes it was so tender All the secrets sealed with their lips, they gave away for a kiss The eye of the morning and star of the night was your name
Plus Personne Composer(s): Francis Cabrel Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
S'il n'y a que mes pas qui résonnent C'est qu'il ne reste plus personne Que même les murs sont froids Je n'ai plus personne à moi Quelques vieux souvenirs Et des cachets pour dormir... Quelques images qui reviennent Une place avec une scène Sur des tréteaux de bois Des milliers de gens sont là Mais j'ai dû trop longtemps sourire Je ne t'ai pas vu partir Plus que mes pas qui résonnent Il ne reste plus personne J'oserai jamais te demander De revenir me relever Je vais rester là Au milieu des papiers gras Comme un dieu prisonnier D'une toile d'araignée Y a plus que mes pas qui résonnent Il ne reste plus personne Je croyais pouvoir jouer comme un homme Mais tant pis pour moi, s'il ne reste plus personne Que le goût de ta peau sur l'écho de ma voix Je croyais pouvoir jouer comme un homme Mais tant pis pour moi, s'il ne reste plus personne Que le goût de ta peau sur l'écho de ma voix Je croyais pouvoir jouer comme un homme Mais tant pis pour moi, s'il ne reste plus personne
Smiling Faces Sometimes Composer(s): Norman Whitfield; Barrett Strong First release by: The Temptations - 1971 Covered by multiple other artists
Smiling faces sometimes pretend to be your friend Smiling faces show no traces of the evil that lurks within Smiling faces, smiling faces sometimes They don't tell the truth uh Smiling faces, smiling faces Tell lies and I got proof
The truth is in the eyes Cause the eyes don't lie, amen Remember a smile is just A frown turned upside down My friend let me tell you Smiling faces, smiling faces sometimes They don't tell the truth, uh Smiling faces, smiling faces Tell lies and I got proof Beware, beware of the handshake That hides the snake I'm telling you beware Beware of the pat on the back It just might hold you back Jealousy (jealousy) Misery (misery) Envy
I tell you, you can't see behind smiling faces Smiling faces sometimes they don't tell the truth Smiling faces, smiling faces Tell lies and I got proof
Smiling faces, smiling faces sometimes They don't tell the truth Smiling faces, smiling faces Tell lies and I got proof (Smiling faces, smiling faces sometimes) (Smiling faces, smiling faces sometimes) I'm telling you beware, beware of the handshake That hides the snake Listen to me now, beware Beware of that pat on the back It just might hold you back Smiling faces, smiling faces sometimes They don't tell the truth Smiling faces, smiling faces Tell lies and I got proof
Your enemy won't do you no harm Cause you'll know where he's coming from Don't let the handshake and the smile fool ya Take my advice I'm only try' to school ya
The Party's Over First performance by: Sandra Reemer - 1976
The lights are low The party's going on And he was mine He doesn't seem to miss me I feel alone I think that I'll go home But if I stay at least I hear him
The party's over now The party's over now At least I dream it's over now You're sitting next to me And we do both agree Our live ain't bad at all Yes, the party's over now One of those bad dreams Suddenly, came over me But now I feel at ease
The lights go out The party's going on And he was mine Seems really to enjoy it I hear him whisper sweet words But not to me I wonder, am I really dreaming
The party's over now The party's over now At least I dream it's over now You're sitting next to me And we do both agree Our live ain't bad at all Yes, the party's over now One of those bad dreams Suddenly, came over me But now I feel at ease
Plus Je Te Vois, Plus Je Te Veux Composer(s): B. Cason; Gayden; J.M. Rivat; F.T. Thomas Performer(s): Joe Dassin
De jour en jour, de seconde en seconde L'amour grandit et me rend presque fou Comme un orage qui monte et qui gronde Comme une foudre qui tombe sur nous
Et plus le temps va, plus tu es à moi Et plus je te vois et plus je te veux Plus le jour ...... et plus tu te donnes Et plus je te vois et plus je te veux Et si les nuits sont chaudes Tu aurais la cause Et plus je te vois et plus je te veux
Quand tu t'en vas je ne sais comment vivre Sans ta présence le temps tourne à vide
Et plus le temps va, plus tu es à moi Et plus je te vois et plus je te veux Plus je suis à bout, plus tu me rends fou Et plus je te vois et plus je te veux Quand la nuit revient je te cherche des mains Et plus je te vois et plus je te veux (bis)
