Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Lige Der Hvor Hjertet Slår Composer(s): Michael Elo First performance by: Anders Frandsen - 1991
Som en drøm fløj du rundt i mig, listed' dig ind i mit sind Vendte rundt på min virk'lighed Fanged' mine tanker, leged' med min selvtillid Mmm... tvivl og håb og længsel farer ud og ind Har du det mon li'som jeg? Så hør på mig
Mød mig lige der hvor hjertet slår, hvor kærligheden foregår Der hvor verden ender, der hvor tanken vender rundt Ta' mig læng're ud end lyset når og hold om mig i tusind år Ved du at jeg venter? Vil du gerne vide hvor? Lige der hvor hjertet slår
Denne nat blev du virk'lighed, smelted' dig ind i min krop Fløj af sted i det tomme rum Svimmel og beruset drak jeg af din kærlighed Mmm... verden er forandret, ska' vi samme vej? Oh... har du det mon li'som jeg? Så ta' med mig
Mød mig lige der hvor hjertet slår, hvor kærligheden foregår Der hvor verden ender, der hvor tanken vender rundt Ta' mig læng're ud end lyset når og hold om mig i tusind år Ved du at jeg venter? Vil du gerne vide hvor? Lige der hvor hjertet slår
Oh... lige der hvor hjertet slår, hvor kærligheden foregår Der hvor verden ender, der hvor tanken vender rundt Oh... ta' mig læng're ud end lyset når og hold om mig i tusind år Ved du at jeg venter? Vil du gerne vide hvor? Lige der hvor hjertet slår Lige der hvor hjertet slår
Prosper Composer(s): Vincent Scotto; Géo Koger; Vincent Telly Performer(s): Maurice Chevalier; and various other artists
Quand on voit passer le grand Prosper Sur la place Pigalle Avec son beau petit chapeau vert et sa martingale A son air malabar et sa démarche en canard Faut pas être bachelier pour deviner son métier
Prosper yop la boum C'est le chéri de ces dames Prosper yop la boum C'est le roi du macadam Comme il a toujours la flemme Y n'fait jamais rien lui-même Il a son "Harem" Qui de Clichy à Barbés Le jour et la nuit sans cesse Fait son petit business Et le soir, tous les soirs Dans un coin d'ombre propice Faut le voir, faut bien l'voir Encaisser les bénéfices Il ramasse les billets Et leur laisse la monnaie Ah quel sacrifice En somme c'est leur manager Et yop la boum, Prosper! Avec sa belle gueule d'affranchi Là-haut sur la butte Ah ! toutes les gonzesses sont folles de lui Et se le disputent Y en a qui s'flanquent des gnons Mais oui ! et se crêpent le chignon Pendant c'temps voyez-vous Tranquillement il compte les coups
Prosper yop la boum C'est le chéri de ces dames Prosper yop la boum C'est le roi du macadam Quand une femme se fait coincer Par les roussins du quartier Il la laisse tomber Et il s'en va carrément Vers son réassortiment Dans l'arrondissement Et quand sur le champ Elles ne sont pas à la page Voulant faire comment Faire leur apprentissage Dans une ville de garnison Il les envoie en saison Faire un petit stage Il a de la classe et du flair Et yop la boum, Prosper
Et yop la boum... Yop la boum... Dans une ville de garnison Il les envoie en saison Faire un petit stage Il a de la classe et du flair Et yop la boum, Prosper
Something's Wrong Composer(s): James Taylor Performer(s): James Taylor
Something's wrong, that restless feeling's been preying on your mind Road maps in a well-cracked ceiling, the signs aren't hard to find Now I'm not saying that you've been mistreated no one's hurt you, nothing's wrong. A moment's rest was all you needed So pack your things and kindly move along
Like dust in the wind you're gone forever You're wind-blown leaves, you're a change in the weather Just a town like any other, a second brand new start A third or fourth hand, wife or lover, no, you won't break her heart Take some bacon, go on and leave your watch chain She won't count on nothing more Wrap your hands around that small change and tiptoe barefoot out the door
Yes, something's wrong, that restless feeling's been preying on my mind When things get bad I'm bound to pack my bags and just leave them all behind
Proposta Composer(s): Roberto Carlos; Erasmo Carlos Performer(s): Roberto Carlos
Eu te proponho Nós nos amarmos Nos entregarmos Neste momento Tudo lá fora deixar ficar Eu te proponho Te dar meu corpo Depois do amor o meu conforto E além de tudo Depois de tudo Te dar a minha paz Eu te proponho Na madrugada Você cansada Te dar meu braço No meu abraço Fazer você dormir Eu te proponho Não dizer nada Seguirmos juntos a mesma estrada Que continua Depois do amor No amanhecer
Lusitana Paixão Composer(s): José Da Ponte - Fred Micaelo - Jorge Quintela First performance by: Dulce Pontes - 1991
Fado Chorar a tristeza bem Fado adormecer com a dor Fado só quando a saudade vem Arrancar do meu passado Um grande amor
Mas Não condeno essa paixão Essa mágoa das palavras Que a guitarra vai gemendo também Eu não, eu não pedirei perdão Quando gozar o pecado E voltar a dar a mim Porque eu quero ser feliz E a desdita não se diz Não quero o que o fado quer dizer
Fado Soluçar recordações Fado Reviver uma tal dor Fado Só quando a saudade vem Arrancar do meu passado um grande amor
Mas não conceno essa paixão Essa mágoa das palavras Que a guitarra vai gemendo também Eu não, eu não pedirei perdão Quando gozar o pecado E voltar a dar a mim Eu sei desse lado que há em nós Cheio de alma lusitana Como a lenda da Severa Porque eu quero ser feliz E a desdita não se diz O fado Não me faz arrepender Porque eu quero ser feliz E a desdita não se diz O fado Não me faz arrepender
Proper Stranger Composer(s): Randy Bachman; Burton Cummings Performer(s): The Guess Who
Dark day, windy city Raincoat on my shoulder So take my hand and show me where to go 'Cause don't you know I'm the proper stranger
Traffic lights, dusty sidewalks Freeway people on the move So take my hand and show me where to go 'Cause don't you know I'm the proper stranger
I'm the proper stranger Nobody knows my face or Knows my name Nobody knows where I'm goin' or How I came
Lost and found, no one claimed me All alone with a milllion others So take my hand and show me where to go 'Cause don't you know I'm the proper stranger
Something's Gotta Give Composer(s): Johnny Mercer First performance by: Fred Astaire - 1955 Covered by multiple other artists
Something's got to give Something's got to give Something's got to give
When an irresistible force such as you Meets an old immovable object like me You can bet just as sure as you live
Something's got to give Something's got to give Something's got to give
When an irrepressible smile such as yours Warms an old implacable heart such as mine Don't say no, because I insist Somewhere, somehow, someone's got to be kissed
So, en garde, who knows what the fates might have in store? From their vast mysterious sky? I'll try hard ignoring those lips that I adore But how long can anyone try?
Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight it with all of our might Chances are some heavenly star-spangled night We'll find out just as sure as we live
Something's got to give Something's got to give Something's got to give
Fight fight fight it with all of your might Chances are that some heavenly star-spangled night We'll find out just as sure as we live
Something's got to give Something's got to give Something's got to give
Proper Cup Of Coffee Composer(s): Aaron Gershunoff; Emanuele Pellegrini Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters
A Sultan sat on his oriental mat in his harem in downtown Persia He took a sip of his coffee just a drip, and he said to his servant Kersia Ah, curse ya, curse ya, curse ya Thats the worst cup of coffee in Persia!
Cause... All I want is a proper cup of coffee made from a proper copper coffee pot I may be off my nut but I want a proper cup of coffee from a proper copper pot Iron coffee pots and tin coffee pots theyre no good to me! If I can't have a proper cup of coffee from a proper copper coffee pot I'll Throw you in the sea
In old Baghdad in old Baghdad, in old Baghdad Very often I have had cups of coffee by the dozen And you all should make my coffee just as good and without my blasted cussing
Ah, curse ya, curse ya, curse ya Thats the worst cup of coffee in Persia! Oh All I want is a proper cup of coffee made from a proper copper coffee pot I may be off my nut but I want a proper cup of coffee from a proper copper pot Brass coffee pots, glass coffee pots Theyre no good to me
If I can't have a proper cup of coffee >From a proper copper coffee pot I'll have a cup of tea!
Could It Be That I'm In Love Composer(s): Liam O'Reilly First performance by: Kim Jackson - 1991
I don't know why I want you The way that I want you And I don't know why I miss you The way that I miss you
But when I'm in your arms It makes me feel so good And I don't know the reason why I don't know the reason why
And I don't understand Why I feel the way I do And I don't understand What I feel when I'm with you And anyway now, it's no use worrying Until I find out what it is
Could it be that when I'm with you My fears all go away? Could it be that when I'm with you It's like the start of a brand new day? Or is it just that when I hold you I can't hold you enough? Or could it be that I'm in love?
Somebody once told me: "You've gotta trust your heart" (Gotta trust your heart) And this I have tried to do Right from the very start And when I'm close to you It makes me feel so good And I don't know the reason why
Could it be that when I'm with you My fears all go away? Could it be that when I'm with you It's like the start of a brand new day? Or is it just that when I hold you I can't hold you enough? Or could it be that I'm in love?
Could it be that I'm in love? Could it be that I'm in love?
Temptations callin' it's an uptown girl No kid from the neighborhood could ever be any good For an uptown girl uptown girl uptown girl You better face it she's an uptown girl Your kiss is wasted on an uptown girl She'll leave you to wonder why - love is only an easy lie To an uptown girl uptown girl uptown girl
Her style's a cool sophistication
Her smile's a dangerous persuasion She's fascinating she's an uptown girl She'll keep you waiting she's an uptown girl You'll never get near enough to ever get serious With an uptown girl uptown girl uptown girl No chance she means a thing she's saying
Romance is just a game she's playing you better face it she's an uptown girl ... Uptown girl uptown girl
Something's Got A Hold On Me Composer(s): Etta James - Leroy Kirkland - Pearl Woods First release by: Etta James - 1962 Covered by multiple other artists
Sometimes I get a good feeling I get a feeling that I never, never had before And I got to tell you right now I believe, I really do believe that
Something's got a hold on me (Oh, it must be love) Something's got a hold on me right now child (Yeah, it must be love)
Let me tell you now I never felt like this before Something's got a hold on me that won't let go I believe I'd die if I only could I sure feel strange, but I sure feel good I said, Oh yeah It must be love (You know it must be love)
Let me tell you now Something's got a hold on me (Oh, it must be love) Something's got a hold on me right now child (Yeah, it must be love)
Let me tell you now I got a feeling, I feel so strange Everything about me seems to have changed Step by step, I got a brand new walk I even sound sweeter when I talk I said, Oh yeah It must be love (You know it must be love)
Let me tell you now My heart feels heavy, my feet feel light I shake all over, but I feel alright I never felt like this before Something's got a hold on me that won't let go I never thought it could happen to me My heart was heavy when in misery I never thought it could be this way Love's sure gonna put a hurting on me
I said Oh yeah It must be love (You know it must be love) Yeah he walks like love (Yeah he walks like love) And he talks like love (And he talks like love) Makes me feel alright (Makes me feel alright) In the middle of the night (In the middle of the night) Na na na na!
Uptown Top Ranking Composer(s): Althea Forrest; Donna Reid Performer(s): Althia & Donna - 1978; and various other artists
See me in me heels and ting Dem check sey we hip and ting True them no know and ting We have them going and ting Nah pop no style, a strictly roots Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
See me pon the road I hear you call out to me True you see mi inna pants and ting See mi in a 'alter back Sey mi gi' you heart attack Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist Uptown Top Ranking
See mi in mi Benz and ting Drivin' through Constant Spring Them check sey me come from cosmo spring But a true dem no know and ting Dem no know sey we top ranking Uptown Top Ranking
Shoulda see me and the ranking dread Check how we jamming and ting Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting Nah pop no style, a strictly roots Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Watch how we chuck it and ting Inna we khaki suit and ting Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting Nah pop no style, a strictly roots Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Love inna you heart dis a bawl out fe me When you see me inna pants and ting See me inna 'alter back Sey me gi' you heart attack Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist Uptown Top Ranking
See mi pon the road and hear you call out to me True you see me in me pants and ting See me inna 'alter back Sey me gi' you heart attack Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting Nah pop no style, a strictly roots Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
You shoulda see me and the ranking dread, Check how we jamming and ting Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting Nah pop no style, a strictly roots Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Le Dernier Qui A Parlé First performance by: Amina - 1991
C'est le dernier qui a parlé Qui a raison dans ta maison C'est celle qui m'a donné un nom Qui a raison de toutes façons Fille ou garçon Tout ces dictons sont des leçons Ne dit pas non Le monde n'est ni mauvais ni bon Tu tournes pas rond C'est sans raison
Dis-moi au nom de quelle nation Tu lèves le ton dans ma maison Le jeune y parle comme un violon Sans partitions, c'est une leçon La vérité se cache au fond Comme un silence qui en dit long C'est le plus fort qui a parlé Qui a raison de toutes façons
C'est le dernier qui a parlé Qui a raison dans ta maison C'est le dernier qui a parlé Qui a raison de toutes façons
Toutes les saisons font et défont Même les passions Quelle dérision C'est le dernier qui a parlé Qui a raison sans conditions Comme-ci ou comme ça Ici ou là-bas
Uptown / Don't Say Nothin' Bad (About My Baby) / Da Doo Run Run
Uptown / Don't Say Nothin' Bad (About My Baby) / Da Doo Run Run Composer(s): Barry Mann; Cynthia Weil; Gerry Goffin; Carole King; Phil Spector; Ellie Greenwich; Jeff Barry Performer(s): Bette Middler; Barry Manilow
He gets up each morning and he goes downtown Where everyone's his boss And he's lost in an angry land He's a little man
But then he comes uptown Each evening to my tentament Uptown where folks don't have to pay much rent And when he's there with me He can see that he's everything The man is tall He don't crawl He's a king
Downtown he's just one of a million guys He don't get no breaks And he takes all they got to give 'Cause he's got to live
But then he comes uptown Where he can hold his head up high And uptown he knows I'm gonna be standing by And when I take his hand There's no man who can put him down, down, down Oh, the world's so sweet at his feet when he's uptown Whoa-oo-oh-whoa When he's uptown Whoa-oo-whoa-oo-whoa-oh-oh
Don't say nothin' bad about my baby Don't say nothin' bad about my baby Don't say nothin' bad about my baby Don't say nothin' bad about my baby Don't say nothin' bad about my baby Don't say nothin' bad about my baby Don't say nothin' bad about my baby Don't
Met him on a Monday and my heart stood still Da doo run run run da doo run run Somebody told me that his name was Bill Da doo run run run da doo run run Whoa, my heart stood still Yeah, his name was Bill And when he walked me home Da doo run run run da doo run run
He knew what he was doin' when he caught my eye Da doo run run run da doo run run He looked kind of quiet, but my, oh my Da doo run run run da doo run run Oh, he caught my eye My, my, my, my, oh my And when he walked me home Da doo run run run da doo run run
Here we go Da doo run run run da doo run run Da doo run run run da doo run run Da doo run run run da doo run run Da do run run, hey!
Something's Coming Composer(s): Leonard Bernstein - Stephen Sondheim First release by: Larry Kert - 1957 Covered by multiple other artists
A Back Yard - 5:30 p.m. (Tony has been painting a sign for Doc's drugstore where he now works) Riff talks him into joining the Jets at the dance but Tony's mind is already on other things)
Tony: Could be! Who knows? There's something due any day I will know, right away Soon as it shows It may come connanballing down Through the sky Gleam in its eye, bright as rose Who knows? It's only just out of reach Down the block, on a beach Under a tree I got a feeling there's a miracle due Gonna come true, comin' to me... Could it be, yes, it could Something's comin', something good If I can wait! Something's comin' I don't know what it is But it is gonna be great! With a click, with a shock Phone'll jingle, door will knock Open the latch! Something's comin' Don't know when But it's soon Catch the moon One-handed catch! Around the corner Or whistlin' down the river Come on, deliver to me! Will it be? Yes, it will! Maybe just by holding still It'll be there! Come on, something Come on in Don't be shy Meet a guy Pull up a chair! The air is humming And something great is coming! Who knows? It's only just out of reach Down the block, on a beach Maybe tonight... Maybe tonight... Maybe tonight...!
Urban Guerilla Composer(s): Dave Brock; Robert Calvert Performer(s): Hawkwind; Cobra Verde
I'm an urban guerilla I make bombs in my cellar I'm a derelict dweller I'm a potential killer I'm a street fighting dancer I'm a revolutionary romancer I'm society's cancer I'm a two-tone panther So let's not talk of love and flowers And things that don't explode We've used up all of our magic powers Trying to do it in the road
I'm a political bandit And you don't understand it You took my dream and canned it It is not the way I planned it I'm society's destructor I'm a petrol bomb constructor I'm a cosmic light conductor I'm the people's debt collector So watch out Mr. Business Man Your empire's about to blow I think you'd better listen, man In case you did not know
Fångad Av En Stormvind Composer(s): Stephan Berg First performance by: Carola - 1991
Uh-huh yeah Woh-ho-ho-oh
Jag har aldrig slutat tro Att efter varje natt väntar gryningen Fast jag inte kan förstå Så finns det tid för skratt när jag börjar om igen
Känner doften från en stilla ocean Plötsligt står jag i en levande orkan
Jag är fångad av en stormvind Fast för dig Ingenting kan hindra mig När det blåser i mitt hjärta Fångad av en stormvind Natt och dag Här finns bara du och jag Och det ljus som himlen lämnat kvar
Det är dags att ge sig av För stunder som har flytt kommer aldrig mer Reser ut på öppet hav Där allting blir som nytt I den framtid som du ger
Utan saknad lämnar jag min trygga hamn Fri men ändå bunden till en öppen famn
Jag är fångad av en stormvind Fast för dig Ingenting kan hindra mig När det blåser i mitt hjärta Fångad av en stormvind Natt och dag Här finns bara du och jag Och det ljus som himlen lämnat kvar
Vi går tillsammans Förenad av kärlekens band Min längtan vaknar När du ler och räcker mig din hand
Jag är fångad av en stormvind Fångad av en stormvind (Fast för dig) Ingenting kan hindra mig När det blåser i mitt hjärta Fångad av en stormvind Natt och dag Här finns bara du och jag Och det ljus som himlen lämnat kvar
(Fångad av en stormvind) Jag är fångad av en stormvind
Urbummellied (Traditional) Composer(s): Karl Maria von Weber
Studio auf seiner Reis' Juchheidi, juchheida Ganz famos zu leben weiß Juchheidi, heida! Immerfort durch Dick und Dünn Schlendert er durch's Dasein hin Juchheidi, heidi Heida, juchheidi, heida!
Hat der Studio auch kein Geld Juchheidi, juchheida Ist er drum nicht schlecht bestellt Juchheidi, heida! Manches feiste Pfäffelein Ladet ihn zum Frühstück ein Juchheidi, heidi, heida Juchheidi, heida!
Kehren wir in's Wirtshaus ein Juchheidi, juchheida Trinken wir stets Bier und Wein Juchheidi, heida! Alle Mädel für uns glühn Denn wir tragen schwartz-gold-grün Juchheidi, heidi, heida Juchheidi, heida!
Bayrisch Bier und Leberwurst Juchheidi, juchheidaUnd ein Kind mit runder Brust Juchheidi, heida! Und ein Glas Krambambuli Donnerwetter Paraplui! Juchheidi, heidi, heida Juchheidi, heida!
Und so geht es lustig fort Juchheidi, juchheida Lustig hier und lustig dort Juchheidi, juchheida! Manches Mädel sieht uns nach Seufzt dabei ein stilles "Ach!" Juchheidi, heidi, heida Juchheidi, heida!
Something's Burning Composer(s): Mac Davis First release by: Kenny Rogers & The First Edition - 1970 Covered by multiple other artists
You lie in gentle sleep beside me I hear your warm and rhythmic breathing I take your hand and hold it tightly Listen - can you not hear our young hearts gently beating I kiss the sleep from your eyes Your smile is sweeter than the morning, and here it comes
Can't you feel it baby Can't you feel it, here it comes Feel it, feel it Fire, fire
Somethin's burnin' Somethin's burnin' Somethin's burnin' And I think it's love
And now the sun is burning brightly We lie in love so close together I get the feeling deep inside me My love for you will burn forever I cup my hands to touch your face And once again I feel your fire, and here it comes
Can't you feel it baby Can't you feel it, here it comes Feel it, feel it Fire, fire
Somethin's burnin' Somethin's burnin' Somethin's burnin' And I think it's love
And I think it's love, love And I think it's love And I think it's love, love And I think it's love And I think it's love, love And I think it's love And I think it's love, love And I think it's love ...
Urgent D'Attendre Composer(s): Michel Berger Performer(s): France Gall
Regarde-moi quand tu danses C'est bien mieux que parler trop Regarde-moi si tu penses Que ça peut te tenir chaud Devant les coups de semonce De ce monde déchiré J'ai besoin d'une réponse Quelque chose à commencer
Mais c'est urgent d'attendre Que tout change Urgent d'attendre Qu'on comprenne Urgent d'attendre Que l'amour vienne Comme le sang coule dans nos veines
Dis-moi si tu comprends tout Des orages aux désespoirs Des éclairs qui nous secouent Et des foudres du hasard Devant tout ce qui s'annonce Sur ces rythmes saccadés J'ai besoin d'une réponse Quelque chose à essayer
Mais c'est urgent d'attendre Que tout change Urgent d'attendre Qu'on comprenne Urgent d'attendre Que l'amour vienne Comme le sang coule dans nos veines
Ou ou ou ou ou ou ou Ou ou ou ou ou ou ou Ou ou ou ou ou ou ou C'est urgent d'attendre C'est urgent d'attendre Urgent d'attendre Urgent d'attendre Urgent d'attendre (ad libitum)
