Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Sense Tu Composer(s): Joan Anton Rechi - Rafael Artesero First performance by: Jenny - 2006
Mai abans m'he sentit al final del camí I ara sé que és així No hi ha res que puguem salvar Ara sé que aquest cop he perdut la partida Ha arribat el final
I sé que no hi ha solució Buscaré una raó per sortir d'aquest món sense tu
Sense tu, sense tu De sentir-me en el cel, he anat a l'infern Sense tu, sense tu Són tan llargues les nits sola en el meu llit Sense tu, sense tu
I no sé com puc escapar Vull fugir de la realitat Oblidar-me del meu passat, caminar sense més Tot i que sé que al final guanyaré
Oblidar-te em fa mal Desentendre'm del que ha passat És difícil saber que és molt dur el que m'espera Sense tu al meu costat
Sé que no puc somiar El passat ha passat i no torna Cal que miri endavant, cal que aprengui a estimar Sense tu
Sense tu, sense tu De sentir-me en el cel, he anat a l'infern Sense tu, sense tu Són tan llargues les nits sola en el meu llit Sense tu, sense tu
I no sé com puc escapar Vull fugir de la realitat Oblidar-me del meu passat, caminar sense més Tot i que sé que al final guanyaré
Sense tu, sense tu De sentir-me en el cel he anat a l'infern Sense tu, sense tu He perdut aquest joc, oblidant el que sóc Sense tu, sense tu
Ara sé que puc escapar Puc fugir de la realitat Oblidar-me del meu passat, caminar sense més Tot i que saps que al final, jo he guanyat
Hi-Lili, Hi-Lo Composer(s): Bronislau Kaper; Helen Deutsch Performer(s): Leslie Caron & Mel Ferrer; and various other artists
On every tree there sits a bird Singing a song of love On every tree there sits a bird And every one I ever heard Could break my heart Without a word Singing a song of love
A song of love is a sad song Hi-li Hi-lili Hi-lo A song of love is a song of woe Don't ask me how I know A song of love is a sad song For I have loved and it's so
A tear for him, a tear for me A tear for the love he swore A tear for him and one for me And one for under the tree And one for wherever my love may be And then I shall weep no more
A song of love is a sad song Hi-lili Hi-lili Hi-lo A song of love is a song of woe Don't ask me how I know A song of love is a sad song For I have loved and it's so
State Of Shock Composer(s): Michael Jackson - Randy Hansen Performer(s): The Jacksons; Mick Jagger
Yeah, come on, babe
Gotta be mine 'Cause you're so fine I like your style It makes me wild You take it to me good Yeah, like you know you should You get me on my knees But please, baby, please
Listen She looks so great Everytime I see her face She put me in a state A state of shock
We're doin' it Come on, babe Come on, baby Come on, let me hear it
She put me on my knees Please, baby, please I know you like to tease But please, baby, please You take it to me good Like you know you should I love the way you walk And talk, baby, talk
Listen She looks so great Everytime I see her face She put me in a state A state of shock
She put me Come over here No, come over here Talk, talk to me You put me in You know I really love you, babe
You know I really want you, mama You got me paralyzed You got me paralyzed, mama You got me catatonic You got me catatonic, baby Got me supersonic You got me supersonic, baby I'm deep fried You know I'm deep fried
Yeah, look what you've done to me Look what you've done to me Look what you've done to me Yeah, I can hardly moved You know, I need mouth to mouth resuscitation Come on, baby You know, I really love you, baby You know, I really want you, mama Yeah baby, just look at me, look at me You got me You got me, you got me, you got me in a state of shock You got me in Look at me, look at me, look at me Oh, look at me Uhhhhh....ahh!
Hijos Del Rock 'N' Roll Composer(s): Miguel Mateos Performer(s): Zas
La gente baila por las calles de América vienen al mango zumbando en las autopistas Nadie que se cope mal nadie que los intente parar son hijos del Rock 'n' Roll son hijos del Rock 'n' Roll
Sus cuerpos salen despedidos de un estéreo con ese afán terrible de alcanzar lo etéreo. Me hago una pregunta hermano por qué cuesta tanto ser feliz? Son hijos del Rock 'n' Roll Son hijos del Rock 'n' Roll
No te autocensures la vida es un momento pelá lo que tenés adentro Es que si todos juntos tocáramos el timbre no habría que salir corriendo No sufras tanto, nena No pasa una, nena no creo que pueda existir el infierno
La gente baila por las calles de América Aún sin saber qué es lo que traen los "ochentas" Ya no importa mucho eso hay que aprovechar el envión Son hijos del Rock 'n' Roll Son hijos del Rock 'n' Roll
No te autocensures la vida es un momento pelá lo que tenés adentro Es que si todos juntos tocáramos el timbre no habría que salir corriendo No sufras tanto, nena No pasa una, nena no creo que pueda existir el infierno
Son hijos del Rock 'n' Roll Son hijos del Rock 'n' Roll
Without Your Love Composer(s): Armen Martirosyan - Catherine Bekian First performance by: André - 2006
Drumming hearts and your silent words of love They still remain in the shades of night Will you go? Will you ever save my storming soul? I need to know
Should I live, should I die without your love? Should I smile, should I cry without your love? Should I fall, should I fly without your love? All I can is only living for you, breathing for you
What I lose, what I find without your love? What I say, what I hide without your love? What I have in my mind without your love? Tell me what I have to do, since I love you
Fly with me, take my wings and dream away The stars will lead to the heavens' way One's for sure: There's a thousand ways to say goodbye What you'll decide?
Should I live, should I die without your love? Should I smile, should I cry without your love? Should I fall, should I fly without your love? All I can is only living for you, breathing for you
What I lose, what I find without your love? What I say, what I hide without your love? What I have in my mind without your love? Tell me what I have to do, since I love you
Should I live, should I die without your love? Should I smile, should I cry without your love? Should I fall, should I fly without your love? All I can is only living for you, breathing for you
Should I live, should I die without your love? Should I smile, should I cry without your love? Should I fall, should I fly without your love? All I can is only living for you, breathing for you
What I lose, what I find without your love? What I say, what I hide without your love? What I have in my mind without your love? Tell me what I have to do, because I love you
Creí que tu mismo abrirías la puerta y al despertar me bastaría con tu mano abierta talvez cometo un error al no apresurar este adiós a la fuerza mía la venció el dolor
Te quiero hijo te quiero el mundo esta primero lo repite el viento que te llama hoy Te quiero hijo te quiero no dejes que el recuerdo de este adulto necio vire tu timón
Llegó el momento de escuchar a la vida vete muy lejos a donde no te alcancen mis heridas vete a seguir el olor que despide un buen corazón ve a pintarle al día todo tu color
Hijo te quiero, te quiero.....
Toda, toda mi alegría te la llevaste en tu andar pero es hora de la vida y de tu felicidad te quiero hijo te quiero esta lágrima la brindo en la copa de mi amor y que alumbre tu camino lo que dice mi canción
Te quiero, te quiero, sale a la vida te quiero, te quiero adiós mi despedida
State Of Confusion Composer(s): Ray Davies Performer(s): The Kinks
Woke up in a panic Like somebody fired a gun I wish I could be dreaming But the nightmare's just begun There's flooding in the basement There's water all around There's woodworm in the attic And the ceiling just fell down I'm in a state (state) Of confusion (whooooh) I'm in a state (state) Of confusion (whooooh)
All the dirty dishes Are still in the kitchen sink The tumble dryer's broken Now the telly's on the blink My girlfriend's packed her bags And moved out to another town She couldn't stand the boredom When the video broke down Don't know why I feel so bad Is it the weather, or am I going mad? Don't know why I feel this way I don't know whether I'm coming or I'm going Can't cover up 'cause it's obviously showing It's a state (state) Of confusion (whooooh) We're in a state (state) Of confusion (whooooh) I don't know whether I'm coming or I'm going
Should feel happy, should feel glad I'm alive and it can't be bad But back on planet Earth they shatter the illusion The world's going 'round in a state of confusion
Standing on an island In the middle of the road Traffic either side of me Which way will I go? I should've stayed at home I should have never come outside Now I wish I never tried To cross the other side I'm in a state (state) State of confusion (whooooh) It's a state (state) Of confusion (whooooh)
Lyin' awake in a cold, cold sweat Am I overdrawn, am I going in debt? It gets worse, the older that you get No escape from the state of confusion I'm in State of confusion I'm in Whooooh
I wanna steal your love Hijack I wanna steal your love Hijack I wanna steal your love Hijack I wanna steal your love Hijack I wanna steal your love Hijack I wanna steal your love Hijack I wanna steal your love Hijack
Invincible Composer(s): Bobby Ljunggren - Thomas G:son - Henrik Wikström - Carola Maria Häggkvist First performance by: Carola - 2006
Never gonna run away, I'm not gonna hide I know just what I feel inside Oh... nothing's gonna make a change, forever with you You're always by my side You're always on my mind
Invincible one love supreme Unbreakable one land of dreams Two hearts unite insatiable This love tonight invincible
Love is like a miracle invading your heart And when it strikes, it hits you hard Whoa... and when it's comin' over you, you won't let it go I'm always on your side (Always on your side) You're always on my mind
Invincible one love supreme Unbreakable one land of dreams Two hearts unite insatiable This love tonight invincible
I'm always on your side (Always on your side) You're always on my mind
(Invincible) Oh... invincible Unbreakable one land of dreams, a land of dreams Two hearts unite insatiable This love tonight invincible
Hi-Heel Sneakers Composer(s): Robert Higgenbotham Performer(s): Johnny Rivers; and various other artists
Put on your red dress baby 'Cause we're going out tonight Put on your red dress baby 'Cause we're going out tonight You better wear some boxing gloves In case a fool might wanna fight
Put on your high-heel sneakers Wear your wig hat on your head Put on your high-heel sneakers Wear your wig hat on your head I'm pretty sure now baby 'Cause you know, you're gonna knock 'em dead
Put on your high-heel sneakers Wear your wig hat on your head Put on your high-heel sneakers Wear your wig hat on your head Well I'm pretty sure now darling 'Cause you know you gonna knock 'em dead
Starwood In Aspen Composer(s): John Denver Performer(s): John Denver; Bruce Foulke
It's a long way from L.A. to Denver It's a long time to hang in the sky It's a long way home to Starwood in Aspen The sweet Rocky Mountain paradise Oh, my sweet Rocky Mountain paradise The springtime is rolling 'round slowly Grey skies are bringing me down Can't remember when I've ever been so lonely I've forgot what it's like to be home Can't remember what it's like to be home I think of my lady's sweet memory I think of my children's sweet smiles I think of my home at Starwood in Aspen All my friends and the snow covered hills Oh, my friends are the snow-covered hills Can I tell you I'm happy to be here To share and consider this time? For I see here the shadows of changes And a feeling of new friends to find And I see here some new friends to find It's a long way from this place to Denver It's a long time to hang in the sky It's a long way home to Starwood in Aspen The sweet Rocky Mountain paradise Oh, my sweet Rocky Mountain paradise
I'm on a highwire, moving far above the ground I'm on a highwire baby, watch me death-defying It's getting dangerous I'm feeling the juices start to rise I'm on a highwire, and I'm alive I'm on a wheel of fire, spilling my breath into the ground I'm on a bareback cannonball chasing the speed of sound It's getting dangerous - I'm feeling the crowd begin to rise On a cannonball, and I'm alive!
Sharp the dawn, the the morning light descending from the highwire See the pair who bear the flame prepare to take it to the fire flier Looking down, down, down Fair and warm the sounds that drift the morning from the live wire Have to yawn, the horn begins to mingle with the sweet lyre Going down, down, down Celebration swells the nation singing to the highwire With amazing grace and sweet sensation captured by the fire flier Looking down, down, down I'm on a highwire ...
Every Song Is A Cry For Love Composer(s): Brian Kennedy First performance by: Brian Kennedy - 2006
Every song is a cry for love Every voice can rise above So don't be afraid Just show what you're made of Sing it out: every song is a cry for love
Every day is a brand new start Every night you could fall apart Anytime you doubt the truth that's in your heart Sing it out: every song is a cry for love
Being strong, being tough Never tender, always rough It was never enough for me
In the dead of the night Only love can hold you tight Sing it out: every song is a cry for love
Every kiss is a call for home Every touch means you're not alone You don't always have to make it on your own Sing it out: every song is a cry for love
Being strong, being tough Never tender, always rough It was never enough for me
In the dead of the night Only love can hold you tight Sing it out: every song is a cry for love
Sing it out: every song is a cry for love Sing it out: every song is a cry for love Every song is a cry for love
Highways Of My Life Composer(s): Ernie Isley; Marvin Isley; Ronald Isley; O'Kelly Isley; Rudolph Isley; Chris Jasper Performer(s): The Isley Brothers; Woody Cunningham
Moving down the highways of my life Makin' sure I stay to the right Moving down the highways of my life So I shan't be concerned With the other side of the road
Reading all the signs along the way Knowing where I am not what they say My destination's closer day by day So I can't concern With the other side of the road
Da da dop da da ah Down the highway da de ah Da da dop da da ah Down the highway da de ah Da da dop da da ah Down the highway da de ah Da da dop da de ah Down the highway da de ah
Leaving all the sorrows and the pain There's no love between us that remains Although you are the one You're not the same So the other side of the road Can only take me back home
Da da dop da da ah Down the highway da de da Da da dop da da ah Down the highway da de da Da da dop da da ah Down the highway da de da Da da dop da de ah Down the highway da de ah
Starving To Death On My Government Claim (aka Lane County Bachelor) (Traditional)
My name is Frank Bolar, an old bach'lor I am I'm keeping old batch on an elegant plan You'll find me out west in the County of Lane Starving to death on my government claim My house it is built of the national soil The walls are erected according to Hoyle The roof has no pitch, but is level and plane And I never get wet till it happens to rain
Then hurrah for Lane County, the land of the free The home of the bedbug, mosquito and flea I'll sing loud her praises and never complain While starving to death on my government claim
My clothes they are ragged, my language is rough My head is case-hardened, both solid and tough The dough it is scattered all aver the room And the floor would take fright at the sight of a broom My dishes are dirty, and some in the bed Are covered with sorghum and government bread But I have a good time and I live at my ease On common-sop sorghum, old bacon and grease
Then hurrah for Lane County, the land of the West Where the farmers and laborers are always at rest Where you've nothing to do but sweetly remain And starve like a man on your government claim
How happy am I when I crawl into bed And a rattlesnake rattles a tune at my head And the gay little centipede, void of all fear Crawls over my pillow ind into my ear And the nice little bedbug, so cheerful and bright Keeps me a-scratching full half of the night And the gay little flea with toes sharp as a tack Plays "why don't you catch me?" all over my back
But hurrah for Lane County, where blizzards arise Where the winds never cease and the flea never dies Where the sun is so hot if in it you remain 'Twill burn you quite black on your government claim
How happy am I on my government claim Where I've nothing to lose and nothing to gain Nothing to eat and nothing to wear Nothing from nothing is honest and square But here I am stuck, and here I must stay My money's all gone, and I can't get away There's nothing to make a man hard and profane Like starving to death on a government claim
Then come to Lane County, there's room for you all Where the winds never cease and the rains never fall Come join in the chorus, and boast of her fame While starving to death on your government claim Now don't get discouraged, you poor hungry men We're all here as free as a pig in a pen Just stick to your homestead and battle your fleas And pray to your Maker to send you a breeze Now a word to claim holders who are bound for to stay You may chew on your hardtack till you're toothless and gray But as for me, I'll no longer remain And starve like a dog on my government claim
Then farewell to Lane County, farewell to the West I'll travel back East to the girl I love best I'll stop in Missouri and get me a wife And live on corn dodgers the rest of my life
Invitation, to a party Came for two, me and you And I was sad when you said that you couldn't go You were working, couldn't make it I agreed to stay home But then I changed my mind and I went alone
I went as a clown, nobody knew my plan Then into the room entered a highwayman
Highwayman, oh, highwayman Stealing kisses where you can You look so familiar, highwayman
Highwayman, oh, highwayman Stealing kisses where you can You look so familiar, highwayman
He came to me, full of laughter He was joking when he said: "It's love or your money I'm after" I said: "Please sir, I surrender" Then he held me and kissed me Then I knew that he's a pretender
Then midnight arrived, he took of his disguise My heart nearly died, he were before my eyes
Highwayman, oh, highwayman Stealing kisses where you can You look so familiar, highwayman
Highwayman, oh, highwayman Stealing kisses where you can You look so familiar, highwayman
Highwayman, oh, highwayman Stealing kisses where you can You look so familiar, highwayman
Il Était Temps First performance by: Virginie Pouchain - 2006
Devenir, comme seule raison de résister Tenir, élever le ton pour exister Ça se dit ça se chante facilement Mais mon refrain aujourd'hui c'est
Il était temps qu'enfin le ciel se rappelle de moi Il était temps enfin une trêve ma chance a moi Il était temps Il était temps
Courir après l'idéal ça vaut le coup Souffrir Ça fait moins mal quand c'est un rêve au bout Ça se dit ça se chante légérement Mais mon refrain aujourd'hui c'est
Il était temps qu'enfin le ciel se rappelle de moi Il était temps enfin une trêve ma chance a moi Il était temps Il était temps
J'y croyais plus J'y croyais plus d'ailleurs j'ai du mal à le croire encore
Il était temps qu'enfin le ciel se rappelle de moi Il était temps enfin une trêve ma chance a moi Il était temps pourvu que ça reste
Et si ça ne dure pas Je s'rais heureuse de dire aux enfants Que j'y ai touché une fois dans mon temps
Highway To Hell Composer(s): Bon Scott; Angus Young; Malcolm Young Performer(s): AC/DC
Living easy, living free Season ticket on a one-way ride Asking nothing, leave me be Taking everything in my stride Don't need reason, don't need rhyme Ain't nothing I would rather do Going down, party time My friends are gonna be there too
I'm on the highway to hell
No stop signs, speed limit Nobody's gonna slow me down Like a wheel, gonna spin it Nobody's gonna mess me round Hey Satan, payin' my dues Playing in a rocking band Hey Momma, look at me I'm on my way to the promised land
I'm on the highway to hell (Don't stop me)
And I'm going down, all the way down I'm on the highway to hell
Starting Again Composer(s): Marty Panzer Performer(s): Barry Manilow
And it started again And I meant every word And I liked what I said And I liked what I heard And I started to think I could think about starting again
We were laughing again Over memories and wine And the years in between Didn't seem a long time When I smiled she knew why In a while it was starting again
And I started to think I could feel again All the bad times seemed unreal When I looked in her eyes The cheating, the lies The things that were wrong seemed far behind
And I started to think I could care again And my fears all disappeared When she called me by name I knew that she'd changed The flaws were all gone The Saint remained
But it started again when I asked her to stay And she said, "There's this friend who's in town just today" And she really felt bad, but she had to be leaving again
And she left me again as she'd left me before Still pretending she cared when we kissed at the door But I saw in her eyes that the lies were all starting again
Just when I started to feel again When all the bad times seemed unreal When it all seemed so right and I thought that tonight If she said she cared, she really might
Just when my fears disappeared again And I heard what I wanted to hear It all started again And I knew what that meant It wasn't the start It was really the end
Highway Star Composer(s): Ritchie Blackmore; Ian Gillan; Roger Glover; Jon Lord; Ian Paice Performer(s): Deep Purple
Nobody gonna take my car, I'm gonna race it to the ground Nobody gonna beat my car, it's gonna break the speed of sound Ooh it's a killing machine it't got everything Like a driwing power big fat tires everything
I love it and I need it I bleed it Yeah it's a wild hurricane Allright hold tight I'm a highway star Nobody gonna take my girl I'm gonna keep her to the end Nobody gonna have my girl she stays close on every bend Ooh she's a killing machine she's got everything Like a moving mouth, body control and everything
I Love her, I need her, I seed her Yeah she turns me on Allright hold tight I'm a highway star
Nobody gonna take my head I got speed inside my brain Nobody gonna steal my head now that I'm on the road again Ooh I'm in heaven again I've got everything Like a moving ground, throttle control and everything
I love it, I need it, I seed it Eight cylinders all mine Allright hold tight I'm a highway star
