Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Anna Rakkaudelle Tilaisuus First performance by: Seija Simola - 1978
Silmin viattomin katsot vielä pikkumies On niin epävarma askel pienten jalkain Mutta aika kuluu mieheks vartut pikkumies Leikit vaihtuu työhön aikuisten
Silloin toivon suurta rakkautta sydämmeesi sun Siten helpompi on tiesi taivaltaa Kovaa maailmaa niin vaikea on joskus ymmärtää Muista se, niin koittaa aika uus
Kovaa maailmaa niin vaikea on joskus ymmärtää Muista se, niin koittaa aika uus
Käsi pienoinen on vielä hetken kädessäin Hymy aurinkoisin äidin hymyyn vastaa Aikaa pysähtymään silloin niin mä toivoisin Pian huomaan susta kasvanut on mies
Usein matkallasi aikuisten niin kovaan maailmaan Moni aate, ihon väri vaatii kantaa ottamaan Mutta tärkeintä on rakkaudelle antaa tilaisuus Muista se, niin koittaa aika uus
Usein matkallasi aikuisten niin kovaan maailmaan Moni aate, ihon väri vaatii kantaa ottamaan Mutta tärkeintä on rakkaudelle antaa tilaisuus Muista se, niin koittaa aika uus
Mutta tärkeintä on rakkaudelle antaa tilaisuus Muista se, niin koittaa aika uus
Snow Flake Composer(s): Ned Miller Performer(s): Jim Reeves
Hey-hey-hey, snow flake, my pretty little snowflake Hoo-hoo-hoo the change in the weather has made it better for me Hey-hey-hey, snow flake, my pretty little snowflake You've got me warm as a fire with the burning desire for you
Snow was falling when love came calling on this lonely heart of mine You were standing there with snow flakes in your hair You kept stalling while my thoughts were calling on every way I knew For one excuse to get acquainted with you Then I said
Snow flake, my pretty little snowflake Hoo-hoo-hoo the change in the weather has made it better for me Hey-hey-hey, snow flake, my pretty little snowflake You've got me warm as a fire with the burning desire for you
The ice was breaking and love was waking in a winter wonderland When I felt you slip your fingers in my hand Now snow is gleaming and I'm not dreaming I know this is for real The love I have is too much to conceal
Hey-hey-hey, snow flake, my pretty little snowflake Hoo-hoo-hoo the change in the weather has made it better for me Hey-hey-hey, snow flake, my pretty little snowflake You've got me warm as a fire with the burning desire for you
Poor Jerusalem Spanish Title: Pobre Jerusalén Composer(s): Andrew Lloyd Webber; Tim Rice Performer(s): Amy Ray
Jesus: Neither you Simon, nor the fifty thousand Nor the Romans, nor the Jews Nor Judas, nor the twelve, nor the Priests, nor the scribes Nor doomed Jerusalem itself Understand what power is Understand what glory is Understand at all... understand at all If you knew all that I knew, my poor Jerusalem You'd see the truth, but you close your eyes But you close your eyes While you live your troubles are many, poor Jerusalem To conquer death you only have to die You only have to die
Poor Jenny Composer(s): Boudleaux Bryant; Felice Bryant Performer(s): The Everly Brothers; and various other artists
I took my little Jenny to a party last night At ten o'clock it ended in a heck of a fight When someone hit my Jenny she went out like a light Poor Jenny
And then some joker went and called the cops on the phone So everybody scattered out for places unknown I couldn't carry Jenny so I left her alone Poor Jenny
Well Jenny had her picture in the paper this morning She made it with a bang According to the story in the paper this morning Jenny is the leader of a teenage gang
Jenny has a brother and he's hot on my trail Her daddy wants to ride me out of town on a rail I hope I'll be around when Jenny gets out of jail Poor Jenny
I went downtown to see her, she was locked in a cell She wasn't very glad to see me, that I could tell In fact, to tell the truth, she wasn't looking too well Poor Jenny
Her eye was black, her face was red, her hair was a fright She looked as though she'd been crying half of the night I told her I was sorry, she said "Get out of sight" Poor Jenny
It seems a shame that Jenny had to go get apprehended, a heck of a fate This party was the first one she ever had attended It had to happen on our very first date
Jenny has a brother and he's hot on my trail Her daddy wants to ride me out of town on a rail I hope I'll be around when Jenny gets out of jail Poor Jenny
Snow Deer Composer(s): Percy Wenrich; Jack Mahoney Performer(s): Woody Guthrie and multiple other artists
Sweet Snow Deer mine, moon's a-shine through the pines While Mohawks sleep, let us creep through the vale Your cowboy lover, your heart will cover Don't hesitate, it is late, ponies wait For you and me by the trees in the dale Hear tom-toms beating, let's hit the trail
My pretty Snow Deer, say you will go, dear From your side I'll never part Every trail leads to your heart It's time to marry, no time to tarry Let me carry you away from here My sweet Snow Deer
The red men come, bullets hum, there'll be some Left on the trail, I can't fail, cling to me We'll crown the story with love and glory Now after all must I fall, hear my call And fly away while we may, can't you see Those ranch lights gleaming, safe there we'll be
Poor Fool Composer(s): Ike Turner Performer(s): Ike & Tina Turner
I want to tell all of you that ain't doin' nothin' for me and can't do nothing for me You should tend to your business and leave mine alone Because as far as this man is concerned I wanna tell ya he's mine
(you've been a fool too long) now let me tell ya he's mine (wake up and he's gone) yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh (we know how you feel) yeh eh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh he's mine (but is it love for real) I'm not ashamed (poor fool) cause he's my man (says who?) and he's mine (you've been a fool too long)
Now listen, this man is mine he's my every thought I'd give him prussia if it could be bought I'm not ashamed of nothing I do I'd guide a missile if he told me to 'cause he's mine (poor fool) I know he's mine (says who?) The man is mine (you been a fool too long)
And listen, if I make my bed hard that's where I'm gonna sleep you people talking means nothing to me I work my fingers right down to the bone doin' the things to please him right or wrong 'cause he's mine (poor fool) I know he's mine (says who?) the man is mine (you been a fool too long)
ohh he's a mine (you've been a fool too long) and let me tell ya he's mine (wake up and he's gone) yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh (we know how you feel) yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh he mine (but is it love for real?) I'm not ashamed (poor fool) 'cause he's my man (says who?) and he's mine (you've been a fool too long)
And listen, I'm with my man in every way Don't keep him hoppin' each and every day I'll never hurt him or make him frown I'm with my man if he's up or down 'cause he's mine (poor fool) I know he's mine (says who?) the man is mine (you've been a fool too long)
And ohhhhhhhh he's a mine (you've been a fool too long) Now let me tell you he's mine (wake up and he's gone) yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh (we know how you feel) yeh yeh yeh yeh he's mine
Snövit Och De Sju Dvärgarna Composer(s): Agnetha Fältskog; Dieter Zimmermann Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog
Spegel, spegel på väggen där Säg mig vem som skönast i landet är
Det fanns en gång för länge sen En flicka så skön som en vårbris Och hon hette Snövit Hon levede i ett gammalt slott Med sin styvmor som inte var snäll Snövit var för vacker Hon hade hår så mörkt som kol Och hennes hud var vit Det fanns ej nån som var så skön som hon
För Snövit var vackrast i hela sitt land Men styvmodern var svartsjuk och hon bad en man Att döda sin dotter, men Snövit försvann Och flydde sen till sju små dvärgars hus Toker, Butter, Kloker, Blyger, Trötter, Glader, tjooo Prosit
Hon städade, hon diskade När dvärgarna jobbade hårt I en liten gruva Och Snövit hon var lycklig nu Tillsammans med dvärgarna sju Snövit hon var vacker Men styvmodern som klädde ut sig Hon kom på besök Och Snövit smakade på hennes frukt
För Snövit var blåögd och tänkte ej på Att någon vill göra illa henne så Hon åt utav äpplet som gumman då gav Och strax därefter låg vår Snövit död
När dvärgarna kom hem den dagen Fann de att Snövit var död, De grät av saknad många dar Och satt bredvid kistan där hon låg Men ridandes det kom en prins Upp på en häst så vit Han Snövit tog uti sin famn Och kysste henne ömt Snövit, Snövit, Snövit, Snövit, Snövit, Snövit!
Och Snövit hon vaknade upp ur sin sömn Och solen sken på himlen, alla dvärgar sjöng För prinsen, prinsessan och sagan som blev sann Uti ett lyckligt fjärran land
Poor Elijah - Tribute To Johnson (Medley) Composer(s): Delaney Bramlett; J. Ford; Leon Russell Performer(s): Delaney & Bonnie & Friends
Poor Elijah, living on the bayou way Poor Elijah, he had to take over raising fourteen kids When his daddy got caught stealing chickens from a neighbor one day Work on Elijah, work on
Poor Elijah, born the son of a slave Poor Elijah, he was damn near blind when he died last week From working in the sun for the man like a dog all day Work on Elijah, work on
Poor Elijah Poor Elijah Poor Elijah Poor Elijah
Tribute
I'm going to sing you a song, listen to me I said it's all about a man Nobody, I said nobody hardly knows him Say it with me: nobody hardly knows him Say it one more time: nobody hardly knows him
Good morning Robert Johnson son You built your life before your song was sung People agree and now you're number one So sad to think we had to wait so long
It keeps on getting better every day And maybe someday soon, people will say Ain't nobody here but good people Ain't nobody here but good people Ain't nobody here but good people
No, nobody here No, nobody here No, nobody here No, nobody here
Just drinking your wine and then loving in slow motion
Born To Sing Composer(s): Colm C.T. Wilkinson First performance by: Colm C.T. Wilkinson - 1978
I said: "It would never work" You said: "Let us try" I said: "I'm a travelling man who will only make you cry" And when the feeling hit me and I had to move along You said: "You were right, I guess, you must sing your song"
And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings And I missed you in the morning, but most of all at night And I couldn't stop the music, though I tried with all my might
I lie in bed and watch the shadows moving on the wall And the loneliness is killing me, so I turn the radio on And I need you now, I want you, in the slow morning light And the music makes it easier, but it doesn't make it right
And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings And I missed you in the morning but most of all at night And I couldn't stop the music, though I tried with all my might
Some day, I hope, you will understand why I live this way Songs keep moving in my head, this music I must play So I pack my bags and once again I get out on the road Another day, maybe tonight, I might catch my soul
And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings And I missed you in the morning, oh, but most of all at night And I couldn't stop the music, though I tried with all my might
And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings And I missed you in the morning, oh, but most of all at night And I couldn't stop the music (Couldn't stop the music) No, I couldn't stop the music Because I... Hey, I was born... Born to sing Born to sing Born to sing Born to sing
Poor Butterfly Composer(s): Hubble; Golden Performer(s): Sarah Vaughan
Theres a story told of a little Japanese Sitting demurely neath the cherry blossom trees Miss Butterflys her name A sweet little innocent child was she Till a fine young American from the sea To her garden came They met beneath the cherry blossoms every day And he taught her how to love the American way To love with a soul twas easy to learn Then he sailed away with a promise to return
Poor Butterfly neath the blossoms waiting Poor Butterfly, for she loved him so The moments pass into hours The hours pass into years And as she smiles through her tears She murmurs low The moon and I Know that hell be faithful Im sure hell come to me by and by But if he wont come back Then Ill never sigh or cry I just must die Poor Butterfly
Snortin' Whiskey Composer(s): Pat Thrall; Pat Travers First release by: The Pat Travers Band - 1980 Covered by multiple other artists
Snortin' whiskey and drinkin' cocaine We're snortin' whiskey and drinkin' cocaine I got this feelin' I'm gonna drive that gurl insane
You're like a bad river baby you're all over town You're like a bad river baby you're all over town
All over town I may be confused, but you know I sure ain't down
I'm a fast movin' baby I can show you around I got so much cocaine ain't never comin' down Snortin' whiskey and drinkin' cocaine I got this feelin' I'm gonna drive that gurl insane Insanity
L'oiseau Et L'enfant Composer(s): Joe Gracy; Jean-Paul Cara First performance by: Marie Myriam - 1977
Comme un enfant aux yeux de lumière Qui voit passer au loin les oiseaux Comme l'oiseau bleu survolant la terre Vois comme le monde, le monde est beau
Beau le bateau, dansant sur les vagues Ivre de vie, d'amour et de vent Belle la chanson naissante des vagues Abandonnées au sable blanc
Blanc l'innocent, le sang du poète Qui en chantant, invente l'amour Pour que la vie s'habille de fête Et que la nuit se change en jour
Jour d'une vie où l'aube se lève Pour réveiller la ville aux yeux lourds Où les matins effeuillent les rêves Pour nous donner un monde d'amour L'amour c'est toi, l'amour c'est moi L'oiseau c'est toi, l'enfant c'est moi.
Moi qui ne suis qu'une fille de l'ombre Qui voit briller l'étoile du soir Toi mon étoile qui tisses ma ronde Viens allumer mon soleil noir Noirs la misère, les hommes et la guerre Qui croient tenir les rênes du temps Pays d'amour n'a pas de frontière Pour ceux qui ont un cur d'enfant
Comme un enfant aux yeux de lumière Qui voit passer au loin les oiseaux Comme l'oiseau bleu survolant la terre Nous trouverons ce monde d'amour
L'amour c'est toi, l'amour c'est moi L'oiseau c'est toi, l'enfant c'est moi L'oiseau c'est toi, l'enfant c'est moi L'oiseau c'est toi, l'enfant c'est moi
Poor Boy Blues Composer(s): Paul Kennerley Performer(s): Mark Knopfler & Chet Atkins
Do I want you? Yes I do Do I need you? Baby you know it's true But I ain't got nothin' that you can use So I'm sittin' on my own here, with these poor boy blues
One day, baby, you will see You're gonna give all your love to me I'm the one, babe, that you're gonna choose But in the meantime, I got these poor boy blues
Pick it son, pick it nice Things won't always be the same Someday soon, everything will change You'll tell your mama her baby's got good news
But until then, well, I got these poor boy blues But until then, well, I got these poor boy blues
Snoopy Vs. The Red Baron (Italian Version: Snoopy Contro Il Barone Rosso) Composer(s): Phil Gernhard; Dick Holler First release by: The Royal Guardsmen - 1966 Covered by multiple other artists
After the turn of the century In the clear blue skies over Germany Came a roar and a thunder men had never heard Like the scream and the sound of a big war bird Up in the sky, a man in a plane Baron von Richthofen was his name Eighty men tried, and eighty men died Now they're buried together on the countryside
Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more The Bloody Red Baron was rollin' out the score Eighty men died tryin' to end that spree Of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany
In the nick of time, a hero arose A funny-looking dog with a big black nose He flew into the sky to seek revenge But the Baron shot him down--"Curses, foiled again!"
Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more The Bloody Red Baron was rollin' out the score Eighty men died tryin' to end that spree Of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany
Now, Snoopy had sworn that he'd get that man So he asked the Great Pumpkin for a new battle plan He challenged the German to a real dogfight While the Baron was laughing, he got him in his sight
That Bloody Red Baron was in a fix He'd tried everything, but he'd run out of tricks Snoopy fired once, and he fired twice And that Bloody Red Baron went spinning out of sight
Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more The Bloody Red Baron was rollin' out the score Eighty men died tryin' to end that spree Of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany
Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more The Bloody Red Baron was rollin' out the score Eighty men died tryin' to end that spree Of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany ...
Poor Boy (The Greenwood) Composer(s): Jeff Lynne Performer(s): Electric Light Orchestra
Me, I'm just a poor boy from across the far southland And I've travelled many days to reach this place
to make my stand Oh, I fell in with a merry band and drank away the hours
Rolling on - I've been rolling on, and my head is high, from the battle won Laid down my life for the Greenwood
The city boys and the country boys they come from miles around To defy their king and country, save the poor folks from the hand Of the thieving dukes and abbots and the gentry of the land
Rolling on - I've been rolling on, and my head is high, from the battle won Laid down my life for the Greenwood
Sweet Maid Marion, don't you do me no wrong Stay on the right side, the Greenwood is your home The dancing girls and the open fires, and the wine that flows like water
Rolling on - I've been rolling on, and my head is high, from the battle won Laid down my life for the Greenwood
Snoopy Contro Il Barone Rosso (Adapted from: Snoopy Vs. The Red Baron - 1966) Composer(s): Phil Gernhard; Dick Holler; Giorgio Gaber Performer(s): Giorgio Gaber
Achtung Achtung! Vuoi cantare la storia di Barone tedesco di Grande Germania?
Questa è la storia senza pietà Che accadde in Germania tanto tempo fa Un rombo ed un tuono in cielo si udì L'uccello di guerra nacque così In cerca di gloria qualcuno partì E col suo apparecchio veloce salì Ma lassù più di uno la sua vita lasciò Il Barone Rosso tutti sterminò
Uno dieci cento e forse anche di più Tutti gli aerei cadevano giù E su nel cielo c'era solo lui Il dannato Barone non sbagliava mai
Ogni speranza piano piano svanì Quando un giorno un eroe in cielo salì Era un piccolo cane col nasone all'insù Il suo nome era Snoopy non so dirvi di più Il Barone Rosso lo attaccò Ed in cielo la battaglia divampò Il piccolo Snoopy fu abbattuto così Il Barone tedesco roteando sparì
Uno dieci cento e forse anche di più Tutti gli aerei cadevano giù E su nel cielo c'era solo lui Il dannato Barone non sbagliava mai
Poor Boy Composer(s): Elvis Presley Performer(s): Elvis Presley
They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy But I ain't lonesome and I ain't blue 'Cause I could never be a poor boy As long as I've got a dolly like you
Ain't got a crust, ain't got a cent Can't buy a jug, can't pay the rent I got a heart full of dreams and a lot of memory And that's enough for me
They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy But I ain't lonesome and I ain't blue 'Cause I could never be a poor boy As long as I've got a dolly like you
Can't buy a house, can't buy a lot Ain't got a bean, ain't got a pot But what I got is a heart full of lovin' memory And that's enough for me
They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy But I ain't lonesome and I ain't blue 'Cause I could never be a poor boy As long as I've got a dolly like you
Don't have a pig, don't have a cow I don't have a horse to pull the plow But what I got is a heart full of lovin' memory And that's enough for me
They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy But I ain't lonesome and I ain't blue 'Cause I could never be a poor boy As long as I got a dolly like you I got a dolly like I got a dolly like you
