Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Per Lucia Composer(s): M. Fabrizio - Riccardo Fogli - V. Spampinato First performance by: Riccardo Fogli - 1983
Buonasera quando arriverai ti toglierai l'inverno e l'appenderai avrai due braccia grandi come una foresta e la quiete dopo la tempesta
Per Lucia, ritrovare il foglio più bianco e poi cominciare io vorrei, per esempio legarle i capelli con un filo di vento per Lucia ci sarà la luna più piena, ma non basterà io vorrei, continuando un mare di grano per cullarla ogni tanto
Buonanotte, quando spegnerai indosserai le stelle e sognerai avrai un mare calmo dove navigare e un silenzio quando vuoi parlare
Per Lucia, delicata sarà la sua ombra disegnata per strada io vorrei, per esempio aprirle le porte che chiudono il mondo con Lucia basta poco ti riempie da sola il giorno più vuoto io vorrei così tanto ridarle il sorriso, sul viso un po' stanco
Oltre il muro, che cosa c'è trattieni il fiato e poi salta verso me i colpi di fucile sono ormai lontani apriremo il cielo con le mani
Per Lucia, lunga vita e acqua di fiume per ogni ferita iio vorrei luci accese la festa più grande per tutto il paese per Lucia, spaventata che questa mia penna diventi una spada con Lucia al mio fianco che la storia continui nella pagina accanto
Private Hell Composer(s): Paul Weller Performer(s): The Jam
Closer than close, you see yourself a mirrored image, of what you wanted to be As each day goes by, a little more you can't remember what it was you wanted anyway The fingers feel the lines, they prod the space, your ageing face The face that once was so beautiful, is still there but unrecognizable...... Private Hell
Private Hell
The man who you once loved is bald and fat, and seldom in, working late as usual Your interest has waned, you feel the strain the bed springs snap on the occasions he lies upon you Close your eyes and think of nothing but..... Private Hell
Private Hell
Think of Emma, wonder what she's doing Her husband Terry, and your grandchildren Think of Edward, who's still at college You send him letters, which he doesn't acknowledge 'Cause he don't care, they don't care 'Cause they're all going through their own..... Private Hell
Private Hell
The morning slips away in a valium haze And catalogues, and numerous cups of coffee In the afternoon the weekly food, is put in bags as you float off down the high street The shop windows reflect, play a nameless host to a closet ghost A picture of your fantasy, a victim of your misery and..... Private Hell
Private Hell
Think of Emma, wonder what she's doing Her husband Terry, and your grandchildren Think of Edward, who's still at college You send him letters, which he doesn't acknowledge 'Cause he don't care, they don't care 'Cause they're all going through their own..... Private Hell
Private Hell
Alone at 6 o'clock you drop a cup You see it smash, inside you crack You can't go on, but you sweep it up Safe at last inside your..... Private Hell Sanity at last inside your..... Private Hell Sanity at last inside your..... Private Hell
Private Eye Composer(s): Phil Pickett Performer(s): Sailor
I watched the dawning of a concrete day Got out of bed, scratched my head, had a hotel shave The operator called me up just to say hey, hey "You've got a message to call her now She said the writing's on the wall right now (Mr. Romero) You've got a message to call She said that's all"
She switched the light on in the swimming pool A silhouette with a cigarette, boy was I cool She looked right through me, then I fell off my stool "You've got to find me some truth," she said "I don't need money or eternal youth," she said "Mr. Romero, won't you find me the truth Find me the truth?"
(Chorus A:) I'm just a private eye, an ordinary guy You're asking me to find you paradise Makes a change from homicide and vice I'll be your private eye...
There must be something more than this A swimming pool, a crazy fool and a Hollywood kiss The finest clothes and breakfast at Tiffany's "You've got to find me some truth," she said "I don't need money or eternal youth," she said "Mr. Romero, won't you find me the truth Find me the truth?"
(Chorus B:) I'm just a private eye, no ordinary guy Trust in me and I will find you paradise Now sit back and watch the sun arise I'll be your private eye...
I'm floating, I'm floating I'm floating higher than the sun To find the truth, no stone unturned...
Paradise Now sit back and watch the sun arise I'll be your private eye (Repeat chorus B)
We talked all night about the Science Age And how a soft remembered word Would help to turn the page And make way for the wisdom of the sage...
"You've got a message to call her now She said the writing's on the wall right now Mr. Romero..." (Repeat)
Främling First performance by: Carola Häggkvist - 1983
Främling Vad döljer du för mig? I dina mörka ögon En svag nyans, av ljus nånstans Men ändå, en främling Så känner jag för dig Jag ber dig, låt mig få veta Vem vill du vara? Kan du förklara Det för mig?
Som Mona Lisa har sitt leende Så gömmer också du en hemlighet Stjärnor jag ser dem Vill gärna ta ner nån till dig Där bortom himlen finns en evighet Om du vill upptäcka den här med mig Ta första stegen och visa mig vägen ikväll En känsla och jag litar på den Sen blir vår kärlek aldrig främmande igen
Natten finns till för dig och mig Glöm det som är omkring oss Låt mig få komma Låt mig få vara nära dig
Som Mona Lisa har sitt leende Så gömmer också du en hemlighet Stjärnor jag ser dem Vill gärna ta ner nån till dig Där bortom himlen finns en evighet Om du vill upptäcka den här med mig Ta första stegen och visa mig vägen ikväll En känsla och jag litar på den Sen blir vår kärlek aldrig främmande igen Då blir vår kärlek aldrig främmande igen
Private Dancer Composer(s): Mark Knopfler Performer(s): Tina Turner
Well the men come in these places And the men are all the same You don`t look at their faces And you don`t ask their names You don`t think of them as human You don`t think of them at all You keep your mind on the money Keeping your eyes on the wall
chorus I`m your private dancer A dancer for money I`ll do what you want me to do I`m your private dancer A dancer for money And any old music will do
I want to make a million dollars I want to live out by the sea Have a husband and some children Yeah I guess I want a family All the men come in these places And the men are all the same You don`t look at their faces And you don`t ask their names
chorus twice
Deutschmarks or Dollars American Express will do nicely - thank you Let me loosen up your collar Tell me do you want to see the shimmy again
Solo Più Che Mai ((Adapted from: Beddy-Bye (Bert Kaempfert & His Orch.) - 1966)) Composer(s): Bert Kaempfert - Ermanno Parazzini Performer(s): Johnny Dorelli - 1966
Versions In Other Languages: 1966 - Strangers In The Night (Frank Sinatra) 1966 - Étrangers Dans La Nuit (Dania Rika) 1966 - Vreemden In De Nacht (Nicole Carvenn) 1966 - Tusen Och En Natt (Gunnar Wiklund) 1966 - Natten Drog Forbi (Otto Brandenburg) 1968 - Putniki V Nochi (Emil Gorovets) 1981 - Strangers In De Nijt (De Strangers) 2002 - Daniel Cowman (Regina Spektor)
Solo più che mai In una notte che non mi dirà Se avrò un domani E che solo lei Decidere potrà Solo più che mai Senza ricordi Che non trovo più Nel mio passato Un passato che Più niente mi darà Cerco intorno a me Un nuovo volto Che vorrei potesse dir Parole nuove che mi portino così Dove io
Vorrei In un mondo che non c'è Ma e' vissuto sempre in me Son solo più che mai In una notte che non mi dirà Se avrò un domani E che solo lei Di me deciderà
In quel mondo che non c'è Vorrei trovarmi sai perchè Son solo più che mai Senza ricordi Che non trovo più Nel mio passato Un passato che È triste quanto me
Prisunic Composer(s): Henri Gougaud Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Prisunic aux soleils d'aluminium fleuri Je flâne en vos jardins d'ustensiles étranges Prisunic Prisunic en passant je souris Aux petites vendeuses couleur de pschitt orange
O vendeuses chéries en matière plastique Prenez mon plasti-coeur et mes plasti-baisers Puis nous nous coucherons dans l'herbe synthétique Nous ferons des enfants à l'âme triphasée
Sur des arbres en carton y'a de la plasti-mousse Et des plasti-nuages accrochés aux néons Oh le celluloïd comme il a la peau douce La machine à laver où l'as-tu vue Léon
Moi je n'ai d'yeux que pour les Prisunic vendeuses Engrangeant des étoiles aux réfrigérateurs Imaginez-les donc en robes vaporeuses Elles mettraient un cochon dedans votre moteur
Prisunic aux soleils d'aluminium tout gris La musique vous prend dans ses douces volutes Prisunic Prisunic vos néons sont fleuris Paraît que le nylon ça brûle en deux minutes
Étrangers Dans La Nuit ((Adapted from: Beddy-Bye (Bert Kaempfert & His Orch.) - 1966)) Composer(s): Bert Kaempfert - Jacques Mareuil Performer(s): Dania Rika - 1966 and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1966 - Strangers In The Night (Frank Sinatra) 1966 - Solo Più Che Mai (Johnny Dorelli) 1966 - Vreemden In De Nacht (Nicole Carvenn) 1966 - Tusen Och En Natt (Gunnar Wiklund) 1966 - Natten Drog Forbi (Otto Brandenburg) 1968 - Putniki V Nochi (Emil Gorovets) 1981 - Strangers In De Nijt (De Strangers) 2002 - Daniel Cowman (Regina Spektor)
Étrangers dans la nuit On se regarde Étrangers dans la nuit Nos yeux bavardent C'est bon d'être ainsi Étrangers dans la nuit Pourquoi se parler Mieux vaut se taire Quand on peut rêver Devant un verre Que la nuit s'en va Mais que l'amour est là Il aura suffi Avant que le jour vienne Il aura suffi De ta main dans la mienne Pour changer ma vie Pour changer mon ciel Pour que tout là-haut Dans la nuit brillent Mille et mille étoiles Et toi dans la nuit Tu peux sourire Déjà j'ai compris Tu veux me dire Soyons réunis Étrangers dans la nuit Pour nous, tout là-haut Dans la nuit brillent Mille et mille étoiles Et toi dans la nuit Tu peux sourire Déjà j'ai compris Tu veux me dire Soyons réunis Étrangers dans la nuit
Malgré Parfums et abat-jours Livres précieux étoffes rares La nuit, même en plein jour Divans profonds, filtres bizarres Où je tourne en rond C'est drôle Comme ils sont lourds Ce cur et ce corps qui m'alarment C'est drôle qu'après je coure Quand déjà je me désincarne C'est drôle toutes ces prisons Où moi je tourne en rond Où toi tu tournes en rond C'est drôle toutes ces prisons
Strangers In The Night ((Adapted from: Beddy-Bye (Bert Kaempfert & His Orch.) - 1966))
Composer(s): Bert Kaempfert - Charlie Singleton - Eddie Snyder
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra - 1966
and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1966 - Étrangers Dans La Nuit (Dania Rika)
1966 - Solo Più Che Mai (Johnny Dorelli)
1966 - Vreemden In De Nacht (Nicole Carvenn)
1966 - Tusen Och En Natt (Gunnar Wiklund)
1966 - Natten Drog Forbi (Otto Brandenburg)
1968 - Putniki V Nochi (Emil Gorovets)
1981 - Strangers In De Nijt (De Strangers)
2002 - Daniel Cowman (Regina Spektor)
Strangers in the night exchanging glances Wond'ring in the night What were the chances we'd be sharing love Before the night was through
Something in your eyes was so inviting Something in you smile was so exciting Something in my heart Told me I must have you
Strangers in the night, two lonely people We were strangers in the night Up to the moment When we said our first hello Little did we know Love was just a glance away A warm embracing dance away and......
Ever since that night we've been together Lovers at first sight, in love forever It turned out so right For strangers in the night
Prisonniers Composer(s): Philippe Soupault Performer(s): Michael Mantler
Ils sont là cent cinquante Ils ne dorment pas Ils attendent Il y a ceux qui attendent toujours
Il y a ceux qui murmurent un nom Ceux qui respirent à peine Ceux qui mentent Il y a ceux qui souffrent sans cesse Ceux qui crient doucement
Ceux qui chantent
Il y ceux qui ont faim et soif Ceux qui marchent lentement Ceux qui mangent Il y a ceux qui hurlent de toutes leurs forces Ceux qui baissent la tête Ceux qui vivent
Hommes de peines Hommes de peines Que nos nuits sont longues
I'm Never Giving Up Composer(s): Ron Roker - Jan Pulsford - Phil Wigger First performance by: Sweet Dreams - 1983
I don't believe in idle gossip The jealous mind can be unfair I hear them make their accusations But baby, come what may No matter what the people say
I'm never givin' up, not givin' in If there's the slightest chance that I could win The battle may be lost, but I can win the war And get your lovin' back the way it was before
At times it's hard to see the changes Or read the writing on the wall We may become the best of strangers But I'll keep holding on Until I know my chance has gone
I'm never givin' up, not givin' in If there's the slightest chance that I could win The battle may be lost, but I can win the war And get your lovin' back the way it was before
Never givin' up, I'm never givin' up
I'm never givin' up, not givin' in If there's the slightest chance that I could win The battle may be lost, but I can win the war And get your lovin' back the way it was
I'm never givin' up, not givin' in If there's the slightest chance that I could win The battle may be lost, but I can win the war And get your lovin' back the way it was before
Never givin' up, I'm never givin' up (I'm allowed to... all I want to... need your lovin') I'm never never givin'... never never givin'... never givin' up
Sol Forastero Composer(s): Miguel Bosé - L. Ferrario - M. Grilli Performer(s): Miguel Bosé
Tu que nunca quisiste oir hablar de América ahora vas y dices que quieres ir p allá... Si ni siquiera sabes dónde está California me cuentas que ahora mueres por ponerte morena allá Bajo un sol forastero Bajo un sol forastero
Y ahora de repente te pones camiseta New York y no tienes ni idea de qué tiempo hará Bajo un sol forastero un forastero seré bajo un cielo negro negro extranjero hablaré
Pero que mito hey ! qué barras ni qué estrellas de qué me hablas chica mira que te ciegas pero qué libertad, qué clase de cultura pero qué gringo mandingo ni que polla dura pero qué presidente ni qué rascacielos pere qué sociedad que vive sin camelos pero qué coño dices mira cómo comes Que si que ve, ve, ve De donde dan las tomes
Justo ayer me decías mañana iremos al mar explica entonces que es ésto de vuelo intercontinental Cariño hablamos despacio la vida allá es triste se duerme poco, se gasta mucho y se come ese pan de alpiste bajo un solo forastero forastero seré bajo un cielo negro negro extranjero hablaré
Prison Blues Composer(s): Jimmy Page; Chris Farlow Performer(s): Jimmy Page
I've been a b-bad boy baby I've been a bad boy all night long - oh yes I have Yes, I've been a bad boy honey I've been a bad boy all night long That woman, she don't even let me She did not even telephone
I'm gonna leave my little honey Like a rabbit leaves the hole A-ow-ah leave my little honey baby Just like that little bunny rabbit leaves the hole I got a weasel in my pocket I'm gonna stick that weasel down my mamma I'm gonna stick it down that little hole
I'm never gonna get out of this prison baby The only way I get out is climb over the wall Oh baby, the only way out is that I get a ladder and climb over the wall Well I can't climb the ladder baby 'Cause I'm afraid that I, that I might fall Come on yeah!
I'm staying in this Folsom prison honey Yeah, I'm gonna stay in this prison till the day that I die Oh, I'll stay in Folsom prison baby Oh, till the day, until the day that I die Hear more, I'm gonna kill nobody Oh my baby you know, you know that I'm staying alive
'Cause I know baby, that's gonna be a great big lie (You know I'm livin' in this F-Fol' prison)
Skalaen er en sang - alene Så enkel og så fin - alene Gitaren tryller fram - en liten sang Piano og gitar - i sammen Strenger lager lyd - i sammen Klanger bringer fram - en liten sang
Overalt finns det refrenger Skalaen er alt det du trenger Syng
Do Re Mi Fa Sol (Do Re Mi Fa Sol La Ti Do, Do Re Mi Fa Sol) La Ti Do (Do Re Mi Fa Sol La Ti Do) Do Re Mi Fa Sol (Do Re Mi Fa Sol La Ti Do, Do Re Mi Fa Sol) La Ti Do (Do Re Mi Fa Sol La Ti Do)
Noen spiller best - alene Andre synger mest - alene Men alle får vi fram - en liten sang La oss spille mer - i sammen Vi skal få det til - i sammen Syng så godt du kan - en liten sang
Overalt finns det refrenger Skalaen er alt det du trenger Syng
Do Re Mi Fa Sol (Do Re Mi Fa Sol La Ti Do, Do Re Mi Fa Sol) La Ti Do (Do Re Mi Fa Sol La Ti Do)
Do Re Mi Fa Sol La Ti Do, Do Re Mi Fa Sol Do Re Mi Fa Sol La Ti Do Do Re Mi Fa Sol La Ti Do, Do Re Mi Fa Sol Do Re Mi Fa Sol La Ti Do Do Re Mi
Prism Song Composer(s): Gale Garnett Performer(s): Gale Garnett
refrain: Red and Yellow, Blue and Green Prettiest thing I'd ever seen You know it's Red and Yellow, Blue and Green Lord this world treat a little child mean
Goin' a home from school today I met a nice man on my way He gave me a prism, shiny and clean Prettiest thing I ever seen
You know it's (refrain)
Daddy left my mama but I won't cry Hold my prism to my eye Hold it there, night and day Hold it 'til the earth goes away
Because it's (refrain)
Heard yesterday my daddy was dead Cried until my little heart bled That was bad, but then today Policemen come and take my mama away
But I got (refrain)
Police got a padlock on our door I can't go home anymore I'd go back, but if I do The man that got my mama gonna get me too
So I keep Red and Yellow, Blue and Green Prettiest thing I ever seen You know it's Red and Yellow, Blue and Green Lord this world treat a little child... Red and Yellow, Red and Yellow Pretty Thing, Pretty... Pretty...
Prisioneros En Libertad Composer(s): Bradley; Miguel Gallardo; Stewart James Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo
Si la sangre no ardiera en mi y estas ansias de ser, hoy, me dejarán descansar si la lluvia borrara en ti esos sueños de aire que te obligan a escapar Prisioneros en libertad, noche sin final corazones en libertad, perros sin guardián ¡qué amarga miel! ¡qué salada sal! es la soledad Si supiera llegar a ti y entregarte la fe y la inocencia que perdí si quisieras volver a mi con el alma en la cara y sin nada que fingir Prisioneros en libertad, somos tu y yo corazones en libertad, cuerpos sin calor ¡qué amarga miel! ¡qué salada sal! es la soledad Prisioneros en libertad, sin saber que hacer corazones en libertad, de alas de papel ¡qué amarga miel! ¡qué salada sal! es la soledad
