Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Pride (In The Name Of Love) Composer(s): U2 Performer(s): U2
One man come in the name of love One man come and go One man come, he to justify One man to overthrow
In the name of love What more in the name of love In the name of love What more in the name of love
One man caught on a barbed wire fence One man he resist One man washed on an empty beach One man betrayed with a kiss
In the name of love What more in the name of love In the name of love What more in the name of love
(nobody like you...)
Early morning, April 4 Shot rings out in the Memphis sky Free at last, they took your life They could not take your pride
In the name of love What more in the name of love In the name of love What more in the name of love In the name of love What more in the name of love...
Video Video Composer(s): Jens Brixtofte First release by: Brixx - 1982
Når regnen bare siler ned Så har jeg tændt for color TV et Humphrey Bogart og Björn fra Wimbledon Jeg har det hele på video-bånd
Susanne rejste hjem igår Ja til sin mor i Klampenborg Alt det TV har gjort hende spiltergal Hun siger jeg ikke er helt normal
Omvæd: Video Video (Video) Den kører nat og dag Video Video (Video) Når jeg skal slappe af Bare et tryk på knappen Ja, så er der gang i kassen (Ååååh) Jeg er Video-man!
Mine venner syntes det går for vidt At sidde og glo på alt det skidt Jeg er da ligeglad, for mig er det bare sagen At se på video hele dagen
Video Video (Video) Den kører nat og dag Video Video (Video) Når jeg skal slappe af Bare et tryk på knappen Ja, så er der gang i kassen (Ååååh) Jeg er Video-man!
Video åååh, Video
Video Video (Video) Den kører nat og dag Video Video (Video) Når jeg skal slappe af Bare et tryk på knappen Så er der gang i kassen (Ååååh) Jeg er Video (Ååååh) Ja jeg er Video (Ååååh) Jeg er Video-man
Pride Composer(s): Irene Stanton; Wayne Walker Performer(s): Ray Price; and various other artists
You know that you're doin' lots of things that ain't right You're out with a different party almost every night And you're makin' me look like a crazy fool So, why do I have these doubts about leavin' you
Because my heart tells me stay, but my pride tells me go But, how can I leave you when I love you so Which way should I turn, I'd sure like to know My heart tells me stay, but my pride tells me go
I'd be so much better off to drive you from my mind And make you a mem'ry that I'd like to leave behind I know that these heartaches are what you will put me thru So, why do I have these doubts about leavin' you
Because my heart tells me stay, but my pride tells me go But, how can I leave you when I love you so Which way should I turn, I'd sure like to know My heart tells me stay, but my pride tells me go
Sognando La California
((Adapted from: California Dreamin' (English Version) (by Barry McGuire - 1965/1966))
Composer(s): John Phillips - Michelle Phillips - Mogol
Performer(s): I Dik Dik - 1966
Versions In Other Languages:
1966 - La Terre Promise (by Richard Anthony)
1978 - Kalajoen Hiekat (by Tapani Kansa)
2009 - California Dreaming (Russian Version) (by Mumiy Troll)
Cielo grigio su cielo grigio su Foglie gialle giù foglie gialle giù Cerco un po di blu cerco un po di blu Dove blu non cè Dove blu non cè Sento solo freddo sento tanto freddo Fuori e dentro me fuori e dentro me Ti sogno California sogno California E un giorno io verrò Entro in Chiesa e là Io cerco di pregar Ma il mio pensiero invece va mio pensiero va Ritorna sempre là torna sempre là Al sole caldo che vorrei caldo sole che Che qui non verrà mai che qui non verrà mai Ti sogno California sogno California E un giorno io verrò Cielo grigio su cielo grigio su Foglie gialle giù foglie gialle giù Cerco un po di blu cerco un po di blu Dove blu non cè Dove blu non cè So che partirei so che partirei Ti sogno California sogno California E un giorno io verrò sogno California
Pretzel Logic Composer(s): Walter Becker; Donald Fagen Performer(s): Steely Dan; and various other artists
I would love to tour the southland In a travelling minstrel show Yes Id love to tour the southland In a traveling minstrel show Yes Im dying to be a star and make them laugh Sound just like a record on the phonograph Those days are gone forever Over a long time ago, oh yeah I have never met Napoleon But I plan to find the time I have never met Napoleon But I plan to find the time cause he looks so fine upon that hill They tell me he was lonely, hes lonely still Those days are gone forever Over a long time ago, oh yeah
I stepped up on the platform The man gave me the news He said, you must be joking son Where did you get those shoes? Where did you get those shoes?
Well, Ive seen em on the tv, the movie show They say the times are changing but I just dont know These things are gone forever Over a long time ago, oh yeah
Pretty World Composer(s): Antonio Adolfo; Alan Bergman; Marilyn Bergman; Tiberio Gaspar Performer(s): Sergio Mendes; and various other artists
Why don't we take a little piece of summer sky Hang it on a tree For that's the way to start to make a pretty world For you and for me
And for the sun we'll take a lemon bright balloon You can hold the string Oh can't you see that little world of ours will be The prettiest thing
We can gather rain enough for the stream To hold our happy faces When we want a breeze, I'll blow you a kiss or two Take me in your arms and our little world Will be the place of places Nothing left to make but breakfast and love
We'll hang a little sign that just says Paradise Population two For that's the way to start to make a pretty world For me and for you For you It's what I wanted to do, to do To make a world.....for you
Sognando E Risognando Composer(s): Lucio Battisti - Mogol Audio 2 Performer(s): Lucio Battisti; Formula 3
La stalla con i buoi per cielo gli occhi tuoi e l'acqua e i pesci e poi gli uccelli intorno a noi e latte tu berrai e l'anima bianca tu avrai e dopo cena nei boschi correrai poi ansimante nel letto tu sarai e il sonno poi giungerà fermando il tuo sorriso a metà e corro ce la farò un'altra coda oh no e veder ora si può che strada prendo non so Nervosa tu sarai sul marciapiede mi aspetterai il ristorante fa il turno oppure no stasera al cinema in piedi non starò prendo un calmante così stanotte dormo oh si Uomo se corri un pò ce la fai ho quasi ancora un minuto uomo ora vicino tu sei io sono quasi arrivato uomo ora sei giunto da lei anche il posteggio ho trovato la stalla con i buoi per cielo gli occhi tuoi
Pretty Vacant Composer(s): Paul Cook; Steve Jones; Glen Matlock; Johnny Rotten Performer(s): The Sex Pistols
There's no point in asking you'll get no reply Oh just remember I don't decide I got no reason, it's all too much You'll always find us out to lunch
Oh, we're so pretty Oh so pretty We're vacant
Oh, we're so pretty Oh so pretty We're vacant
Don't ask us to attend 'cos we're not all there Oh don't pretend 'cos I don't care I don't believe illusions 'cos too much is real So stop your cheap comment 'cos we know what we feel
Oh, we're so pretty Oh so pretty We're vacant
Oh, we're so pretty Oh so pretty We're vacant
Oh, we're so pretty Oh so pretty We're vacant
Ah, but now and we don't care
There's no point in asking you'll get no reply Oh just remember I don't decide I got no reason, it's all too much You'll always find us out to lunch
Oh, we're so pretty Oh so pretty We're vacant
Oh, we're so pretty Oh so pretty We're vacant
Oh, we're so pretty Oh so pretty We're vacant
Ah, but now and we don't care pretty, a pretty vacant
Si Tu Aimes Ma Musique (Dutch Version: Ren Je Rot Voor Je Leven - 2002) Composer(s): Ronny Brack - Bob Baelemans - Fred Beekmans First release by: Stella - 1982
C'est si doux le matin se lever en musique Ça rend un peu fou, mais le réveil est plus euphorique Elle te suit partout pendant toute la journée Et tous tes ennuis s'envolent aussitôt en fumée
Si tu aimes ma musique, chante-la avec moi Si tu veux danser, personne ne t'empêchera N'est-elle pas magnifique? Chante à pleine voix Fais qu'elle fasse vibrer le monde tout entier
La chanson, c'est ce qu'il y a de plus fantastique Aussi nous chantons sur toutes les surfaces géographiques Le bonheur se trouve souvent dans une musique Et la bonne humeur, c'est comme une fleur vraiment magique
Si tu aimes ma musique, chante-la avec moi Si tu veux danser, personne ne t'empêchera N'est-elle pas magnifique? Chante à pleine voix Fais qu'elle fasse vibrer le monde tout entier
Si tu aimes ma musique, chante-la avec moi Si tu veux danser, personne ne t'empêchera N'est-elle pas magnifique? Chante à pleine voix Fais qu'elle fasse vibrer le monde tout entier
Pretty Thing Performer(s): Bo Diddley; and various other artists
You pretty thing Let me buy you a wedding ring Let me hear the choir sing Oh you pretty thing
You pretty thing Let me walk you down the aisle Darling, its where our love is found Oh you pretty thing
Let me kiss you gentle Squeeze and hold you tight Let me give all my love The rest of my life
You pretty thing Let me hold you by my side And become my blushing bride You pretty thing Pretty thing Let me dedicate my life You will always be my wife Oh you pretty thing
Ren Je Rot Voor Je Leven (Adapted from: Si Tu Aimes Ma Musique - 1982) Composer(s): Ronny Brack - Bob Baelemans - Fred Beekmans Performer(s): M-Kids - 2002
soms is't net of je leven echt geen cent meer waard is je kijkt links en rechts 't lijkt alsof het oorlog in je straat is 'k vraag me af of dadt iets van tijdelijke aard is ga ik straks naar bed droom ik dat het morgen weer voorbij is
als je een auto ziet komen blijf daar dan niet staan loop zo gauw je hem ziet of je haalt je 18 niet ren je rot voor je leven of 't is zo voorbij loop zo hard je kan of je krijgt ervan
duik vlug weg als er weer zo'n auto aan komt scheuren 't is geluk of pech kruis je vingers 't zal je maar gebeuren haast en spoed is niet goed dat heb ik moeten leren maar zij zijn een deugd hoe moet je je anders nog verweren
als je een auto ziet komen blijf daar dan niet staan loop zo gauw je hem ziet of je haalt je 18 niet ren je rot voor je leven of 't is zo voorbij loop zo hard je kan of je krijgt ervan
Pretty Shitty Days (aka My Young And Troubled Days) French Title: Mes Emmerdes Composer(s): Charles Aznavour Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Those were the days, hungry days, needing more, having less I learned the game, wanting fame, and success I left behind, as I climbed, as I raced against time My old pals, my sweet gals, and my pretty shitty days
Those early years, selfish years, full of me, full of schemes A foolish mind, running blind, chasing dreams The bridges burned, bridges crossed, were the way that I lost My old pals, my sweet gals, and my pretty shitty days
Crazy times I shared with all my pals Burning love I made with all my gals And the shitty days I now recall Never could have been really so heavy at all
I'm very proud, proud of myself Hah, and why not, why not, I've done well Got my health, my wealth, what the hell Known by all, life is bliss, but inside I still miss My pals, my gals, my pretty shitty days
All the careless days of fooling 'round Weighing up the balance I have found That those shitty days I now recall Never could have been really so heavy at all
Those were the days, crazy days, crazy ways, gay parade The times we crashed, getting smashed, getting laid We had the steam, had a ball, had a dream, had it all My old pals, my sweet gals, and those pretty shitty days
Oh yes, ah yes, I remember, it was absolutely marvelous Fantastic, with my, my pals, my beautiful gals And those pretty shitty days
E ti diranno parole rosse come il sangue, nere come la notte ma non è vero, ragazzo, che la ragione sta sempre col più forte io conosco poeti che spostano i fiumi con il pensiero e naviganti infiniti che sanno parlare con il cielo
Chiudi gli occhi, ragazzo, e credi solo a quel che vedi dentro stringi i pugni, ragazzo, non lasciargliela vinta neanche un momento copri l'amore, ragazzo, ma non nasconderlo sotto il mantello a volte passa qualcuno, a volte c'è qualcuno che deve vederlo
Sogna, ragazzo, sogna quando sale il vento nelle vie del cuore quando un uomo vive per le sue parole o non vive più sogna, ragazzo, sogna, non lasciarlo solo contro questo mondo non lasciarlo andare, sogna fino in fondo, fallo pure tu ...
Sogna, ragazzo, sogna quando cala il vento ma non è finita quando muore un uomo per la stessa vita che sognavi tu sogna, ragazzo, sogna, non cambiare un verso della tua canzone non lasciare un treno fermo alla stazione, non fermarti tu ...
Lasciali dire che al mondo quelli come te perderanno sempre perchè hai già vinto, lo giuro, e non ti possono fare più niente passa ogni tanto la mano su un viso di donna, passaci le dita nessun regno è più grande di questa piccola cosa che è la vita
E la vita è così forte che attraversa i muri per farsi vedere la vita è così vera che sembra impossibile doverla lasciare la vita è così grande che quando sarai sul punto di morire pianterai un ulivo, convinto ancora di vederlo fiorire
Sogna, ragazzo, sogna, quando lei si volta, quando lei non torna quando il solo passo che fermava il cuore non lo senti più sogna, ragazzo, sogna, passeranno i giorni, passerà l'amore passeran le notti, finirà il dolore, sarai sempre tu
Sogna, ragazzo, sogna, piccolo ragazzo nella mia memoria tante volte tanti dentro questa storia: non vi conto più sogna, ragazzo, sogna, ti ho lasciato un foglio sulla scrivania manca solo un verso a quella poesia, puoi finirla tu
Pretty Saro (Traditional) Performer(s): Judy Collins; and various other artists
Down in some lone valley In a lonesome place Where the wild birds do whistle And their notes do increase Farewell pretty Saro I bid you adieu But I'll dream of pretty Saro Wherever I go
My love, she won't have me So I understand She wants a freeholder Who owns house and land I cannot maintain her With silver and gold Nor buy all the fine things That a big house can hold
If I were a merchant And could write a fine hand I'd write my love a letter That she'd understand I'd write it by the river Where the waters o'er- flow And I'll dream of pretty Saro Wherever I go
Sonntag Composer(s): Michael Mell - Rudolf Leve First performance by: Mess - 1982
Heut' ist Sonntag, ein kleiner Sonntag Ein feiner Sonntag, so könnt' es immer bleiben Jeden Sonntag vergeht der Sonntag Wie immer, viel zu schnell
Jeden Sonntag bin ich alleine Bei mir zu Hause auf meiner kleinen Insel Und am Sonntag fühl' ich mich immer Wie Freitag und Robinson
Am Sonntag brauche ich ein wenig Zeit für mich Ein bißchen Ruhe nur, keine Hast, keine Uhr
Sonnensonntag ob Regensonntag An jedem Sonntag fühl' ich mich wunderbar Denn Sonntagmorgen bis Sonntagabend Lieg' ich in meinem Himmelbett
Jeder Sonntag beginnt mit Montag Wird schön am Mittwoch Und dauert dann bis Freitag Und der Samstag ist fast schon Sonntag Da geht's erst richtig los
Am Sonntag brauche ich ein wenig Zeit für mich Ein bißchen Ruhe nur, keine Hast, keine Uhr
Whoa... Sonntag, ich mag Sonntag Schon die ganze Woche, da wart' ich auf Sonntag Sonntag, so ein Sonnentag Bringt mich wieder richtig in Schwung Sonntag, ich mag Sonntag Jeden Sonntag freu' ich mich schon auf den nächsten Sonntag, so ein Sonnentag Hat so etwas Schönes an sich
Am Sonntag brauche ich ein wenig Zeit für mich Ein bißchen Ruhe nur, keine Hast, keine Uhr
Whoa... Sonntag, ich mag Sonntag Schon die ganze Woche, da wart' ich auf Sonntag Sonntag, so ein Sonnentag Bringt mich wieder richtig in Schwung Sonntag, ich mag Sonntag Jeden Sonntag freu' ich mich schon auf den nächsten Sonntag, so ein Sonnentag Hat so etwas Schönes an sich
Sonntag, ich mag Sonntag Schon die ganze Woche, da wart' ich auf Sonntag Sonntag, so ein Sonnentag Bringt mich wieder richtig in Schwung
Sonntag, so ein Sonnentag Bringt mich wieder richtig in Schwung Sonntag, so ein Sonnentag Bringt mich wieder richtig in Schwung
Pretty Polly Perkins Of Paddington Green Composer(s): Harry Clifton Performer(s): Harry Clifton
I am a broken-hearted milkman, in grief I'm arrayed Through keeping of the company of a young servant maid Who lived on board and wages, the house to keep clean In a gentleman's family near Paddington Green
She was as beautiful as a butterfly and proud as a Queen Was pretty little Polly Perkins of Paddington Green
She'd an ankle like an antelope and a step like a deer A voice like a blackbird, so mellow and clear Her hair hung in ringlets so beautiful and long I thought that she loved me but I found I was wrong
She was as beautiful as a butterfly and proud as a Queen Was pretty little Polly Perkins of Paddington Green
When I'd rattle in the morning and cry "Milk below" At the sound of my milk cans her face she did show With a smile upon her countenance and a laugh in her eye If I'd thought that she loved me I'd have laid down to die
She was as beautiful as a butterfly and proud as a Queen Was pretty little Polly Perkins of Paddington Green
When I asked her to marry me, she said "Oh what stuff" And told me to drop it, for she'd had quite enough Of my nonsense... At the same time, I'd been very kind But to marry a milkman she didn't feel inclined
She was as beautiful as a butterfly and proud as a Queen Was pretty little Polly Perkins of Paddington Green
"The man that has me must have silver and gold A chariot to ride in and be handsome and bold His hair must be curly as any watch-spring, And his whiskers as big as a brush for clothing"
She was as beautiful as a butterfly and proud as a Queen Was pretty little Polly Perkins of Paddington Green
The words that she uttered went straight through my heart I sobbed and I sighed, and I straight did depart With a tear on my eyelid as big as a bean I bid farewell to Polly and to Paddington Green
She was as beautiful as a butterfly and proud as a Queen Was pretty little Polly Perkins of Paddington Green
In six months she married, this hard-hearted girl But it was not a Wi-count, and it was not a Nearl It was not a Baronite, but a shade or two wuss It was a bow-legged conductor of a tuppenny bus
She was as beautiful as a butterfly and proud as a Queen Was pretty little Polly Perkins of Paddington Green
Soft-Sell Conclusion Composer(s): Frank Zappa Performer(s): The Mothers of Invention
A lot of people don't bother about their friends in the vegetable kingdom They think: Oh, ah, what can I say? What can a person like myself say to a vegetable? But the answer is simple, my friends Just call, and tell them how you feel about muffins...pumpkins...wax paper... Caledonia, Mahoganies, elbows ...green things in general... and soon, a new rapport...you and your new little green and yellow buddies, grooving together... Oh, no! Maintaining your coolness together! Worshipping together in the church of your choice...(only in America...)
Call any vegetable Call it by name Aw, you gotta call one today When you get off the train
Call any vegetable And the chances are good Wow! That the vegetable will *Respond* to you
Oh, no! Can you see them responding? The pumpkin is breathing hard...h-h-h-h H-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h - H - Hhhhhhhhhhhh! (What a pumpkin!)
Polly, Pretty Polly, come go long with me Polly, Pretty Polly, come go long with me Before we get married, some pleasure to see
She jumped up behind him and away they did ride She jumped up behind him, away they did go Over the mountains, and valleys so low
Oh Willie, oh Willie, Im a feared for my life Oh Willie, oh Willie, Im a feared for my life Im afraid you mean to murder me, and leave me behind..
Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly, you guessed about right Polly, Pretty Polly, you guessed about right Ive been diggin your grave, for the best part of last night
She knelt down before him, pleading for her life She knelt down before him, pleading for her life Let me be a single girl, if I can't be your wife..
He stabbed her to the heart, and her heart blood did flow He stabbed her to the heart, and her heart blood did flow And into the grave, Pretty Polly did go
He through a little dirt on her and started for home He through a little dirt over her and started for home Leaving nobody there, but the wild birds to moan..
A debt to the devil, Willie must pay A debt to the devil, Willie must pay For killing Pretty Polly And running, and running, and running, and running away
