Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Polaroid De La Locura Ordinaria Performer(s): Fito Paez
bajo por el callejón en donde estaba el después vomito ese ron manchando la pared el sol le caí bien entrando en la avenida su vida no era mas su vida pero eso estaba okey
La veo cruzar cruzando un bosque la veo alejándose de mi
Sus tetas y sus dos hermanas tomaban un café me acuerdo de la mañana que me mostró su piel estabamos en un bar y se corto la cara vibraba como en un nirvana luego se hecho a correr
La veo cruzar cruzando un bosque la veo alejándose de mi
Pasábamos todo el día tirados en la cama el tiempo maldita daga lamiéndonos los pies brillaba era una perla y nunca hacia nada después dijo que me amaba y se hundió la gillete Sangro, sangro, sangro, y se reía como loca no he visto luz ni fuerza viva tan poderosa de todas ellas ella fue mi frase mas hermosa todo su cuerpo con espinas y a mi me siguen las moscas
Portugal No Coração First performance by: Os Amigos - 1977
Portugal foi a razão Por que um dia morreu meu irmão Mas também é coração A bater nesta canção Não sei bem de quem eu nasci Não descobri nem pai nem mãe Só sei que já nasci aqui e foi aqui Que eu fui alguém Portugal foi a razão Por que um dia morreu meu irmão Mas também é coração A bater nesta canção Digo tudo quanto eu sou Serei criança ou malmequer? Tenho apenas o que eu dou Este lugar que ninguém quer Neste país onde estou Serei tudo quando eu fizer Este povo a que me dou Não é homem nem mulher Portugal é querer dar a mão Sermos amigos, termos pão Portugal é ter a vontade De acabar com a saudade Portugal já tem idade Para o povo entender liberdade Portugal é uma nação Onde vive o meu irmão Portugal, ai meu amor Coração desta minha canção Bate, bate coração Para termos a vida melhor Portugal, ai meu amor Coração desta minha canção Bate, bate coração Para termos a vida melhor Portugal, ai meu amor Coração desta minha canção Bate, bate coração Para termos a vida melhor
Polar Bear Composer(s): Brian May; Tim Staffell Performer(s): Queen
In the bright shop window sits the polar bear Makes the children's eyes light up to see him there Amongst the tinsel he gives everyone a smile To see him as you'd see a star Love him from where you are He's not for, not for, not for sale Past an open window walks the pretty girl Does she see me at her feet it's hard to tell But if I ask her she might turn her smile away To see her as I'd see a star Love her from where you are She's not for, not for, not for sale I guess I'll learn to look Without a grasping hand Minor contentment wears a smile I love her from where I lie He's not for, not for, not for sale Not for sale
Smurferifabriken (aka Rallarpolka Från Västmanland) Composer(s): Nils Fläcke; Claes Vogel Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog, Christian, Michael B. Tretow
Svarvarna snurrar och hammarna slår Det är kugghjul som rullar, det är skyttlar som går Oj, vad det virvlar av plankor och spik I vår stora Smuferifabrik
Där går en smurf som om ingenting hänt Och på foten där har han en hink med cement Visst kan det ofta bli kalabalik I vår stora Smuferifabrik
Ett, två, tre Vår idé Den blir nog succé
Vi ska snickra fällor vi Som Gargamell kan trilla i Han och hans hatt och hans elaka katt Ja då kan dom säkert hålla sig för skratt
Lata smurfen han står vakt Där han släpar runt med ett ynka plank Och när ingen annan ser Slår han spik med hammar'n upp och ner
Taljorna gnisslar och sågspånen yr Och i smedjan minsann där ligger glöden och pyr Kocksmurfen kan koka soppa på spik I vår stora Smuferifabrik
Smurfa dig hitåt med penslar och färg Så maskerar vi fällan till skogar och berg En burk i taget och ingen panik I vår stora Smuferifabrik
Ett, två, tre Vår idé Den blir nog succé
Vi ska snickra fällor vi Som Gargamell kan trilla i Han och hans hatt och hans elaka katt Ja då kan dom säkert hålla sig för skratt
Ja vi ska snickra fällor vi Som Gargamell kan trilla i Han och hans hatt och hans elaka katt Ja då kan dom säkert hålla sig för skratt
Poker Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Pierre Roche Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Par trois gars de mon quartier Je me suis laisser entraîner Dans un tripot la semaine dernière Dans une salle enfumée Nous nous sommes installés Autour d'une table de poker On a enlevé nos vestons Commandé force boissons Puis la partie a commencé Tell que je vais vous l'expliquer
On prend les cartes, on brasse les cartes On coupe les cartes, on donne les cartes C'est merveilleux on va jouer au poker On prend ses cartes, on regarde ses cartes On s'écrie: - cartes! puis l'on écarte J'en jette trois car j'ai déjà une pair Quand tout le monde a son jeu On se regarde en chiens d'faïence On essaie de lire dans les yeux Du voisin plein de méfiance J'ai pris trois cartes et lui deux cartes Vous combien d'cartes? - moi juste une carte Ah!..faut se méfier y'a du bluff dans l'air...
- Je suis blind à toi de parler - Dit au second le premier Ce dernier s'écrie: - Parole! - Le troisième mis' cent francs Je dis: - tes cent, plus mille francs - Les deux autres s'arrêtent au vol Le troisième me dit: - voilà - Tes mille francs! qu'est ce que tu as? - Trois dames, j'ai gagné je crois - Non, dit-il car j'ai trois rois! -
On prend les cartes, on brasse les cartes On coupe les cartes, on donne les cartes Je me dis qu'es-tu venu faire dans cette galères? On reprend les cartes, on regarde ses cartes On s'écrie: - cartes! puis l'on écarte Je me dis maintenant va falloir se refair' Pendant toute la partie Je me faisais des reproches Quand se termina la nuit Je n'avais plus rien en poche Avant que je n'parte, je prend les cartes Je déchire les carts Je jette les cartes Et les piétine avec colère Au moment de m'en aller J'entend des coups de sifflet Une descente de police Les inspecteurs du quartier Veulent tous nous interroger Me voici devant la justice Ils me disent: - mon garçon Nous sommes bons et te donnons Une minute pour t'expliquer - Je leur ai dit affolé
On prend les cartes, on brasse les cartes On coupe les cartes, on donne les cartes Je n'ai jamais rien eu de meilleur qu'une paire On reprend ses cartes, on regarde ses cartes On s'écrie: - cartes! et l'on écarte Je vois très bien me dit le commissaire On va vous emprisonner Car du reste je m'en fiche Mais on va vous affecter Au département des fiches On prend les cartes, on regarde les cartes On trie les cartes, on range les cartes En prison je suis devenu fonctionnaire Tout ça parcequ'un jour Un bien triste jour J'ai voulu jouer au poker
Smuggler's Blues Composer(s): Glenn Frey; Jack Tempchin Performer(s): Glenn Frey; Jack Tempchin
There's trouble on the street tonight, I can feel it in my bones I had a premonition that he should not go alone I knew the gun was loaded, but I didn't think he'd kill Everything exploded, and the blood began to spill So baby, here's your ticket, and the suitcase in your hand Here's a little money, now we'll do it just the way we planned You be cool for twenty hours, and I'll pay you twenty grand I'm sorry it went down like this, but someone had to lose It's the nature of the business, it's the smuggler's blues The sailors and the pilots, the soldiers and the law The payoffs and the ripoffs and the things nobody saw Don't matter if it's heroin, cocaine or hash, You've got to carry weapons 'cause you always carry cash There's lots of shady characters and lots of dirty deals Every name's an alias in case somebody squeals It's the lure of easy money, it's got a very strong appeal Perhaps you'd understand it better standing in my shoes It's the ultimate enticement, it's the smuggler's blues
You see it in the headlines, you hear it every day They say they're gonna stop it, but it doesn't go away They move it through Miami and sell it in LA They hide it up in Telluride, I mean it's here to stay It's propping up the governments in Columbia and Peru You ask any D.A., man, they'll say there's nothing we can do From the office of the president right down to me and you Me and you It's a losing proposition, but one you can't refuse It's the politics of contraband, it's the smuggler's blues
Telegram Composer(s): Michael Kunze; Silvester Levay First performance by: Silver Convention - 1977
Since you've gone - I'm all alone - Stop Just can't make it on my own - Stop Operator did you get the line Rush a cable for I've got no time - Gotta send a Telegram Telegram to my Baby Yes I'm gonna send a Telegram Telegram And then maybe He won't keep me yearnin' Tonight he'll be on his way Tomorrow he'll be here to stay Help me Ma'am I can't wait another day Please forgive the things I said - Stop Didn't mean to make you sad - Stop Operator I'll pay any rate If my message will not be too late - Gotta send a Telegram
I was such a fool to let him go Too proud to show that I love him so Gotta send a Telegram
Poissons morts Qui descendez le cours des fleuves Poissons morts Allez donc dire à mon amour Que je cherche pour elle des fleurs Que je cherche pour elle des fleurs Des fleurs
Poissons morts Bien sûr j'ai franchi la frontière Poissons morts Les hommes jettent des barrières Toujours entre eux et le bonheur Et le bonheur Poissons morts Allez donc dire aux moissonneuses Poissons morts Que la graisse de mitrailleuse N'est pas la brillantine des dieux N'est pas la brillantine des dieux De Dieu
Poissons morts Qui descendez cette rivière Poissons morts Allez donc dire à mon amour Que je me perds en longs discours Méchants discours...
Smorgasbord Composer(s): Sid Tepper; Roy C. Bennett Performer(s): Elvis Presley
Some like their women short, some like them tall I'll take them any size 'cause I love them all
I'm just wild about smorgasbord I got a cravin' for smorgasbord A little kiss here, a little kiss there That's smorgasbord
Mmm Some take just apple pie, some take just cake I'll take the dish I please, please the dish I take
I'm just wild about smorgasbord I got a cravin' for smorgasbord A little kiss here, a little kiss there That's smorgasbord
Mmm Some like just southern belles, they got a one track mind I go for all the belles, except the wedding kind
I'm just wild about smorgasbord I got a cravin' for smorgasbord A little kiss here, a little kiss there That's smorgasbord
Some like their women short, some like them tall I'll take them any size 'cause I love them all, Mmm Some take just apple pie, some take just cake I'll take the dish I please, please the dish I take
Poisoning Pigeons In The Park Composer(s): Tom Lehrer Performer(s): Tom Lehrer
Spring is here, a-suh-puh-ring is here Life is skittles and life is beer I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring I do, don't you? 'Course you do But there's one thing that makes spring complete for me And makes every Sunday a treat for me
All the world seems in tune On a spring afternoon When we're poisoning pigeons in the park Every Sunday you'll see My sweetheart and me As we poison the pigeons in the park
When they see us coming, the birdies all try an' hide But they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide The sun's shining bright Everything seems all right When we're poisoning pigeons in the park
We've gained notoriety And caused much anxiety In the Audubon Society With our games They call it impiety And lack of propriety And quite a variety Of unpleasant names But it's not against any religion To want to dispose of a pigeon
So if Sunday you're free Why don't you come with me And we'll poison the pigeons in the park And maybe we'll do In a squirrel or two While we're poisoning pigeons in the park
We'll murder them all amid laughter and merriment Except for the few we take home to experiment My pulse will be quickenin' With each drop of strych'nine We feed to a pigeon (It just takes a smidgin!) To poison a pigeon in the park
Casanova
Composer(s): Svein Strugstad - Jonathan King
First performance by: Anita Skorgan - 1977
See the workman standing in the crowd Can he hear your heart? It beats so loud Eyes so blue and head so gold Can't believe what you been told When he looks at you, you feel so proud
Every girl's excited by his smile He's handsome, he's charming, he's got style Listen, girl, I'm warning you Don't go through what I went through You're just another entry for his file
In the night you'll hear Casanova When the stars are shining bright up in the sky In your dreams you'll hear Casanova Don't be fooled, he'll make you cry
He can come for every girl in town Hold you close, then run and let you down Love for him is just a game Every girl is just the same Just another jewel for his crown
In the night you'll hear Casanova When the stars are shining bright up in the sky In your dreams you'll hear Casanova Don't be fooled, he'll make you cry
In the night you'll hear Casanova (Oh Casanova) When the stars are shining bright up in the sky (Oh Don Juan) In your dreams you'll hear Casanova Don't be fooled, he'll make you cry
In the night you'll hear Casanova (Oh Casanova) When the stars are shining bright up in the sky (Oh Don Juan) In your dreams you'll hear Casanova Don't be fooled, he'll make you cry
Poison Whiskey Composer(s): Ed King; Ronnie Van Zant Performer(s): Lynyrd Skynyrd; Tishamingo
Daddy was a Cajun, raised on Southern land And so my kinfolks tell me, was a street-fightin' man Well, they rushed him down to see the doctor 'Hey doctor, won't you check his head?' The only thing that was wrong with him Was Johnny Walker's Red He drank ole poison whiskey 'Til it killed him dead
It happened back in the bayou many years ago Satan came to take him and he did it real slow Well, they rushed him back to see the doctor The doctor just shook his head 'Twenty years of rotgut whiskey Done killed the poor man dead' He drank ole poison whiskey 'Til it killed him dead
Take a tip from me, people... brothers can't you see Ain't no future in ole poison whiskey They're gonna rush you down to see the doctor The doctor's gonna shake his head The only thing he's gonna tell ya 'Stop drinkin' Johnny Walker's Red Don't drink poison whiskey, don't you drink it boy'
Smooth Composer(s): Rob Thomas; Itaal Shur First release by: Santana & Rob Thomas - 1999
Man it's a hot one, like seven inches from the midday sun I hear you whisper and the words melt everyone, but you stay so cool My Munequita, my Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa You're my reason for reason, the step in my groove
And if you said this life ain't good enough I would give my world to lift you up I could change my life to better suit your mood 'Cause you're so smooth
And it's just like the ocean under the moon Well that's the same as the emotion that I get from you You got the kind of loving that could be so smooth Give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it Well I'll tell you one thing, if you would leave it be a crying shame In every breath and every word, I hear your name calling me out Out from the barrio, you hear my rhythm on your radio You feel the turning of the world so soft and slow, turning you round and round
And if you said this life ain't good enough I would give my world to lift you up I could change my life to better suit your mood 'Cause you're so smooth
And it's just like the ocean, under the moon Well that's the same as the emotion that I get from you You got the kind of loving that could be so smooth give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it
And it's just like the ocean, under the moon Well that's the same as the emotion that I get from you You got the kind of loving that could be so smooth give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it
Poison Ivy Composer(s): Jerry Leiber; Mike Stoller Performer(s): The Coasters
She comes on like a rose But everybody knows She'll get you in Dutch You can look but you'd better not touch
Poison Ivy Poison Ivy Late at night while you're sleeping Poison Ivy comes creeping around
She's pretty as a daisy But look out man she's crazy She'll really do you in If you let her get under your skin
Measles make you mumpy And mumps will make you lumpy And chicken pox will make you Jump and switch A common cold will fool you And whooping cough can cool ya But Poison Ivy lord will make you itch
Your gonna need an ocean Of calamine lotion You'll be scratching like a hound The minute you start to mess around
Poison Ivy Poison Ivy Late at night while you're sleeping Poison Ivy comes creeping around
Measles make you mumpy And mumps will make you lumpy And chicken pox will make you Jump and switch A common cold will fool you And whooping cough can cool ya But Poison Ivy lord will make you itch
Your gonna need an ocean Of calamine lotion You'll be scratching like a hound The minute you start to mess around
Poison Ivy Poison Ivy Late at night while you're sleeping Poison Ivy comes creeping around
Poison Heart Composer(s): Dee Dee Ramone; Daniel Rey Performer(s): The Ramones; and various other artists
No one ever thought this one would survive Helpless child, gonna walk a drum beat behind Lock you in a dream, never let you go Never let you laugh or smile, not you.
Well, I just want to walk right out of this world 'Cause everybody has a poison heart I just want to walk right out of this world 'Cause everybody has a poison heart
Making friends with a homeless torn up man He just kind of smiles, it really shakes me up There's danger on every corner but I'm okay Walking down the street trying to forget yesterday
Well, I just want to walk right out of this world 'Cause everybody has a poison heart I just want to walk right out of this world 'Cause everybody has a poison heart a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart ... yeah!
You know that life really takes its toll And a poet's gut reaction is to search his very soul So much damn confusion before my eyes But nothing seems to phase me and this one still survives
I just want to walk right out of this world 'Cause everybody has a poison heart I just want to walk right out of this world 'Cause everybody has a poison heart Well, I just want to walk right out of this world 'Cause everybody has a poison heart a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart
Smoking Gun Composer(s): D. Amy; Richard Cousins; Robert Cray Performer(s): Robert Cray
I get a constant busy signal when I call you on the phone I get a strong uneasy feeling you're not sitting there alone I'm having nasty nasty visions and baby you're in every one, yeah And I'm so afraid I'm gonna find you with a still hot, smokin gun
Maybe you want to end it, you've had your fill of my kind of fun But you don't know how to tell me and you know that I'm not that dumb I put two and one together and you know that's not an even sum And I know just where to find you with a still hot, smokin gun
I'm standing here bewildered, I can't remember just what I've done I can hear the sirens whining, my eyes blinded by the sun I know that I should be running, my heart's beating just like a drum Now they've knocked me down and taken it, that still hot, smokin gun
Yeah still hot, smokin gun Yes they've taken it Still hot, smokin gun Oh they've taken it Still hot, smokin gun Knocked me down, taken it
