Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Stay In Your Own Back Yard (aka Mama's Little Alabama Coon) Composer(s): Lyn Udall - Karl Kennett Performer(s): Arthur Pryor; Dick Hyman
Ah's mama's li'l Alabama coon And ah ain't been born very long Ah's remember one big round moon Ah's member singin one sweet song When they took me down to the cotton field There I tumbled and I rolled in the sun Daddy picking cotton; mama watch me grow This was the old song she sung
Lilac trees are bloomin in the garden by the gate Mammy's at her little cabin door Curly headed picanniny comin home so late Cryin cuz his little heart is sore
All the children play around With skins so white and fair None of them with him would ever play So mammy in her lap, took that weeping little chap And crooned him in her kind old way
Why don't you play in your own backyard Never mind what the white chile do Nobody ever would want to play With a little black coon like you
Go out and play as long as you please But Honey dont you cry so hard Go out and jump on the high board fence But stay in your own backyard
Go to sleep my little picanny Brer fox catch you if ya don't Slumber on the bosom of your ol' mama Jinny Mama goin to swap yo if you don't Ah-loo-ah-loo-ah-looah-loo-ah-loo Underneath the sunny southern moon Lullabye, Rockabye Mama's li'l baby Mama's li'l Alabama Coon
Me alimentaram Me acariciaram Me aliciaram Me acostumaram
O meu mundo era o apartamento Detefon, almofada e trato Todo dia filé-mignon Ou mesmo um bom filé... de gato Me diziam em casa, não tome vento Mas é duro ficar na sua Quando à luz da lua Tantos gatos pela rua Toda a noite vão cantando assim
Nós, gatos, já nascemos pobres Porém, já nascemos livress Senhor, senhora ou senhorio Felino, não reconhecerás
De manhã eu voltei pra casa Fui barrada na portaria Sem filé e sem almofada Por causa da cantoria Mas agora o meu dia-a-dia É no meio da gataria Pela rua virando lata Eu sou mais eu, mais gata Numa louca serenata Que de noite sai cantando assim
Nós, gatos, já nascemos pobres Porém, já nascemos livress Senhor, senhora ou senhorio Felino, não reconhecerás
Historia De Mate Cosido Composer(s): Adrián Abonizio Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto
Sentado entre maderas y flores caen la llama del tabaco y la cruz de los barcos Alla lejos cuando salen de la iglesia los compadres se sientan a jugar al sol Una fiesta cuesta arriba hubo anoche y en la esquina amanecio lloviendo
Sentado entre maderas y las flores caen la llama del tabaco y la cruz de los barcos Si las luces de este pueblo te preguntan como he muerto deciles: que no sabes Mi revolver, mi campera mi hacha, mi trampera mis viejos perros, mi prontuario Tenes que estar prevenido un dia la lancha, va a llegar me quedare tan tranquilo me cambiare de camisa y de pual para que un oficial escriba en el parte de salida, un ahogo se ganara un ascenso como padre de familia para que un oficial escriba en el parte de salida, un ahogo lo contara en la guardia, que no tembló Para que el rio se detenga a la hora senalada, llegará como una pualada como una mano más
Stay In My Corner Composer(s): Wade Flemons - Barrett Strong - Bobby Miller First release by: The Dells - 1965
If you stay-ay-ay darling (stay in my corner) You make me so proud, stay darling Please stay in my corner To the world I'd cry my love How I love you Honey I love you, I really love you Please, please, please stay darling And I will never never let you down Just say you'll stay Stay in my corner Cause I'll need you always around To tell me you love me Honey love me, so darling stay
There'll be times when I may fail I'll need your love to comfort me But if these may prevail But just a kiss from you Will make things sweet Mmm stay, ohhhhh stay One more time baby But just a kiss from you Will make things sweet Honey I love you, I love you I love you ...
Historia De Las Sillas Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
En el borde del camino hay una silla la rapiña merodea aquel lugar La casaca del amigo esta tendida el amigo no se sienta a descansar Sus zapatos de gastados son espejos que le queman la garganta con el sol y a través de su cansancio pasa un viejo que le seca con la sombra el sudor
En la punta del amor viaja el amigo en la punta más aguda que hay que ver Esa punta que lo mismo cava en tierra que en las ruinas, que en un rastro de mujer Es por eso que es soldado y es amante es por eso que es madera y es metal es por eso que lo mismo siembra rosas que razones de bandera y arsenal
El que tenga una canción tendrá tormenta el que tenga compañía, soledad El que siga un buen camino tendrá sillas peligrosas que lo inviten a parar Pero vale la canción buena tormenta y la compañía vale soledad siempre vale la agonía de la prisa aunque se llene de sillas la verdad
I Love You Mi Vida Composer(s): Andreas Rickstrand First performance by: D'nash - 2007
Hey hey hey Hey hey hey Ven hacia mí, descubre el amor Ven hacia mí, siente mi pasión Tú ven hacia mí como el escorpión Que endulza con su herida Hay besos de mí que nadie robó Hay versos de mí que nadie escuchó Tú ven hacia mí con el corazón Que en mí se clavaría No mires atrás ningún día Atrévete a dar corazón I love you mi vida (I-e-o) Desgarra mi vida Y pártela en dos Que se hundan mis días Si todo es mentira Y pierdo tu amor Si pierdes mi amor I love you mi vida (I-e-o) Seduce mi vida Siente la pasión Ven, dame tus días Y baila mi son Mi danza de amor Mi danza de amor (Hey hey hey) (Hey hey hey) Ven hacia mí sin miedo al dolor Siente por mí lo mismo que yo Tú ven hacia mí como el escorpión Que mata con su herida No mires atrás nngún día Atrévete a dar corazón I love you mi vida (I-e-o) Desgarra mi vida Y pártela en dos Que se hundan mis días Si todo es mentira Y pierdo tu amor Si pierdes mi amor I love you mi vida (I-e-o) Seduce mi vida Siente la pasión Ven, dame tus días Y baila mi son Mi danza de amor Mi danza de amor I love you mi vida Mi danza de amor I love you mi vida (I-e-o) Desgarra mi vida (Seduce mi vida) Y pártela en dos Que se hundan mis días Si todo es mentira Y pierdo tu amor Si pierdes mi amor I love you mi vida (I-e-o) Seduce mi vida Siente la pasión Ven, dame tus días Y baila mi son Mi danza de amor Mi danza de amor
História De Amor Composer(s): Manuel Giménez; Fernando Adour Performer(s): Julio Iglesias
Meu olhar passeia na parede Não atendo mais o telefone Na varanda balança uma rede E na alma só vem o teu nome Numa taça de um vinho amargo Tua imagem me aparece e some O presente vive o passado E na alma só vem o teu nome
Eu não quero quero lembrar Tudo o que eu senti Eu só quero gritar Quanta saudade de ti
Brigas, Ternura Uma história de amor e de loucura Brigas, Ternura Uma história de amor e de loucura
Se foi para sempre Esse amor tão feroz Se apagou de repente E ficamos tão sós
Brigas, Ternura Uma história de amor e de loucura Brigas, Ternura Uma história de amor e de loucura
Nos amávamos em hora errada E brigávamos em hora incerta Era fuga, era descoberta Pra nós dois é história acabada
Eu não quero quero lembrar Tudo o que eu senti Eu só quero gritar Quanta saudade de ti
Brigas, Ternura Uma história de amor e de loucura Brigas, Ternura Uma história de amor e de loucura
Histoire De Roses Composer(s): Robert Lamoureux; Georges Hélian Performer(s): Patachou
Robert Lamoureux a écrit une chanson Qu'il a appellée "Histoire de Roses" Quand à la fin d'un très grand repas La famille demande à Papa de chanter quelque chose Papa se lève, sur la table il s'appuie d'une main Et il chante un refrain très ancien Qu'il appelle "Histoire de roses" C'est une chanson très compliquée Y a quatre refrains quatre couplets sans une seule pose Et comme il ne se rappelle jamais de la fin C'est toujours Maman qui lui souffle derrière sa main
Timide et rose
C'est une terrible histoire dans laquelle Il est question d'une fille qui meurt à vingt ans De tuberculose, son père, qui est employé des P & T Va tous les matins au cimetière porter des gerbes de roses C'est... c'est très triste Et le frère de Papa, mon oncle Léon Lui dit tout de même, à cette époque là les chansons C'était quelque chose Vers la fin ça n'va jamais très très bien Puis Maman lui dit : Allez, allez, ça fait rien
Timide et rose
Je les imagine très bien dans l'temps Papa tenant par le bras Maman Timide et rose Fredonnant déjà cette chanson Dans la p'tite île de Robinson Qu'a vu tant d'choses Maman m'a dit ton père d'ailleurs N'a jamais pu l'apprendre par cur Et c'est la cause pour laquelle je l'ai épousé Sans moi il pourrait pas chanter L'histoire des roses
Mes parents depuis qu'je les connais Chez nous lorsque la dispute naît Pour pas grand chose J'prends mon air le plus innocent Et je fredonne en me trompant L'histoire des roses Papa rectifie, continue Jusqu'à l'endroit qui s'rappelle plus Et porte close La paix revient dans la maison Quand Maman finit la chanson Timide et rose
Maintenant j'connais cette chanson là Mais à l'endroit où s'trompe Papa Quelle drôle de chose Moi non plus j'm'en rappelle plus bien Quelles sont les deux phrases de la fin Et c'est la cause Pour laquelle j'me fais du souci Et j'attends d'trouver moi aussi Timide et rose Le gars qui voudra pour la vie M'apprendre à dire comment fini L'histoire des roses
Histoire De Faussaire Composer(s): Georges Brassens Performer(s): Georges Brassens
Se découpant sur champ d'azur La ferme était fausse bien sûr Et le chaume servant de toit Synthétique comme il se doit
Au bout d'une allée de faux buis On apercevait un faux puits Du fond duquel la vérité N'avait jamais dû remonter
Et la maîtresse de céans Dans un habit, ma foi, seyant De fermière de comédie À ma rencontre descendit Et mon petit bouquet, soudain Parut terne dans ce jardin Près des massifs de fausses fleurs Offrant les plus vives couleurs
Ayant foulé le faux gazon Je la suivis dans la maison Où brillait sans se consumer Un genre de feu sans fumée
Face au faux buffet Henri deux Alignés sur les rayons de La bibliothèque en faux bois Faux bouquins achetés au poids
Faux Aubusson, fausses armures Faux tableaux de maîtres au mur Fausses perles et faux bijoux Faux grains de beauté sur les joues Faux ongles au bout des menottes Piano jouant des fausses notes Avec des touches ne devant Pas leur ivoire aux éléphants
Aux lueurs des fausses chandelles Enlevant ses fausses dentelles Elle a dit, mais ce n'était pas Sûr, tu es mon premier faux pas
Fausse vierge, fausse pudeur Fausse fièvre, simulateurs Ces anges artificiels Venus d'un faux septième ciel
La seule chose un peu sincère Dans cette histoire de faussaire Et contre laquelle il ne faut Peut-être pas s'inscrire en faux C'est mon penchant pour elle et mon Gros point du côté du poumon Quand amoureuse elle tomba D'un vrai marquis de Carabas
En l'occurrence Cupidon Se conduisit en faux-jeton En véritable faux témoin Et Vénus aussi, néanmoins Ce serait sans doute mentir Par omission de ne pas dire Que je leur dois quand même une heure Authentique de vrai bonheur
Vous C'est Nous First performance by: Virginie Pouchain - 2006
Peu importe sa patrie C'est ici que l'on vit L'eau et la terre Juste pour quelques hommes C'a nous coute cher On est tous des hommes Des femmes du monde
Tu sais nous, c'est vous Puisque vous, c'est nous
Peu importe ce qu'on dit C'est ici que l'on vit On n'est plus esclaves ni colons Alors souviens toi De'passe et marchons Vers le monde
Tu sais nous, c'est vous Puisque vous, c'est nous
Nos hiers se touchent ou se ressemblent Et demain existe Pourvu qu'on l'attende ensembles
Vivre une passion jusqu'à l'excès Avec l'amour pour Roi Aimer jusqu'à en être blessée Avec l'amour pour loi Se déchaîner jusqu'à la folie quand mort la jalousie Tout oublier au creux d'un grand lit C'est son histoire d'aimer
Dans le luxe d'un bel appartement ou je ne suis qu'un meuble Je fais parfois des rêves troublants ou tu n'es plus aveugle Amoureux et jaloux comme un fou Tu sais prendre et donner Alors je met en scène et je joue Mon histoire d 'aimer
La passion quand je la rêve Donne à notre amour la fièvre C'est mon histoire d'aimer Si tu me battais dans la vie Je crois que je te dirais merci La passion comme je la rêve Donne à notre amour la fièvre C'est mon histoire d'aimer Quand on vivra un autre amour avec amour
Quand tu me trompes et que tu me mens J'ai envie de hurler Pour que ta rage dans un élan puisse me bâillonner Dans un corps à corps désordonné je capitulerais Voilà comment j'ai souvent rêvé Mon histoire d'aimer
La passion quand je la rêve Donne à notre amour la fièvre C'est mon histoire d'aimer Si tu me battais dans la vie Je crois bien que je te dirais merci La passion comme je la rêve Donne à notre amour la fièvre C'est mon histoire d'aimer Si tu me battais dans la vie Je crois que te dirais merci La passion quand je la rêve Donne à notre amour la fièvre C'est mon histoire d'aimer Si tu me battais dans la vie...
Stay Awhile Composer(s): Ken Tobias Performer(s): The Bells
Into my room he creeps Without making a sound Into my dreams he peeps With his hair all long and hanging down
How he makes me quiver How he makes me smile With all this love I have to give him I guess I'm gonna stay with him awhile
She brushes the curls from my eyes She drops her robe on the floor And she reaches for the light on the bureau And the darkness is her pillow once more
How she makes me quiver How she makes me smile With all this love I have to give her I guess I'm gonna stay with her awhile
How it makes me quiver How it makes me smile With all this love I have to give you Guess I'm gonna stay with you awhile
How it makes me quiver How it makes me smile With all this love I have to give you Guess I'm gonna stay with you awhile
His Wife Refused Composer(s): David Byrne Performer(s): David Byrne
A great big house- with nothing in it He comes home says "Now wait a minute" He's comin' in She's goin' out He turns around says, "What's that about?"
Do what they like, the kid's in school Think she don't know, now, who's kidding who? He turns around says "Who wants to know?" Open the door and there's nobody home!
Go ahead- fill their heads Go ahead- fill their heads with poison Take a look- these people are savages! Take a look- at their misfortune
I'm goin up I got a message I'm gonna wait till I close the door I'm gonna wrap, myself in blankets I'm gonna, roll out, across the floor
Well the bride bride and the groom Run in a circle around their house They're goin' out they're comin' in Inside a circle around their house
These shoes don't fit- this tie don't match I'm gonna throw it away when I get home I'm turned around I'm doin' my best I'm gonna wait until the light comes on
Yes he's the king and she's the queen Run in a circle around their house Open the door and let them in Inside a circle around their house
Mr. Nobody Composer(s): Matja Vlaic - Ura Vlaic First performance by: Anej Dean - 2006
You, you came to me one night Just like a ray of light I thought we'd be forever
Now it's so clear to me I'm part of history You're leaving me in sorrow
So deeply, so badly, you're hurting me
Tell me, who's that lucky hero Sleeping tightly on your pillow? Ah... tell me, will it be forever? 'Cause when you look at me I'm Mister Nobody It's just a game you play Can't let you walk away
Like a stranger passing by With no more tears to dry You're leaving me in sorrow
So deeply, so badly, you're hurting me
Tell me, who's that lucky hero Sleeping tightly on your pillow? Ah... tell me, will it be forever? 'Cause when you look at me I'm Mister Nobody It's just a game you play Can't let you walk away
Tell me, who's that lucky hero Sleeping tightly on your pillow? Ah... tell me, will it be forever? 'Cause when you look at me I'm Mister Nobody It's just a game you play Can't let you walk away
His Rocking Horse Ran Away From the Film "And The Angels Sing 1944" Composer(s): Johnny Burke; Jimmy Van Heusen Performer(s): Betty Hutton; and various other artists
I must sit down for a minute I'm ready to fall in a heap Willie's been fed and I've tucked him in bed thank goodness the darling's asleep He's a wonderful boy and a joy and a boon
Ahh, gee, you should have seen him this afternoon
Bang went the bridge lamp, down went the table, crash went the china tray But he said "I couldn't help it, my rocking horse ran away!" Rip rip went the curtain, wham went the window, crunch went the new buffet And I heard him tell his daddy "My rocking horse ran away"
Somehow Indians got into our front room Our cowboy grabbed for his gun and went boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Slam went the screen door, smash went the mirror, looks like I'll soon be gray But he smiles and what's the difference and maybe some Mother's Day I'll remember when his rocking horse ran away
Got up early this morning, wore a flimsy negligee Had to hurry to fix the breakfast and get daddy on his way Figured I could get the paper, so the neighbors wouldn't see So I sneaked out on the porch, very, very quietly Wham went the dish pan, then came a holler, up went the neighbor's shade It was Mother's little darling, out on a commando raid
Came home late from a picture. I was tired, my shoes were tight Took off my stockings, dropped my girdle Got undressed and pulled the light. boy! Slipped into my night gown, then tiptoed across the floor Better have a look at Junior, so I peeked into his door Clang, clang, clang went a cowbell, whee went a whistle, I nearly had a stroke It was mother's precious baby, just havin' his little joke
Always just when I'm breathin' a peaceful sigh There's G-Men, coppers and robbers and hi-yo silver! Bam went the book case, boot went the fruit bowl, boom went the glass bouquet But he smiles and what's the difference and maybe some mother's day I'll remember when, bang went the lamp, down went the table Crash went the tray, rip rip went the curtain, wham went a window Clang went a bell, whee went a whistle, bam went a pan, slam went a door On that eventful day, when his rocking horse ran away
Stay Away From The Apple Tree Composer(s): Roger Bowling - Chris Butler Performer(s): Billie Jo Spears; Lena Martell
In the beginning God made the world And something wasn't right He reached down His hand and He made man Then He smiled, 'cause it was right
But it didn't take long for Him to see This man was so alone So He gave him a woman To love and call his own
Now, the devil had an apple tree The fruit, it looked so fine Man took a bite, it tasted sweet So he stepped out of line
Now today it's still the same And I know she's tempting you So with all my love and all my heart I am begging you
Stay away, stay away from the apple tree Don't you know that all she wants to do Is hurt you and me? Stay away, stay away from the apple tree And spend all your time loving me
His Lips Get In The Way French Title: Je Ne Veux Que Lui Composer(s): Howard Greenfield; Helen Miller Performer(s): The Shirelles
Everybody tells me I'm A fool and I'm just wastin' time To love someone who's not in love with me Friends all say that I'm a dope To stay in love when there's no hope But I'm a dope who loves him hopelessly
Chorus: What can I do? Hey, what can I say? Each time I try to say goodbye His lips get in the way Oh yeah, his lips get in the way
He says my love don't mean a thing But still he keeps me on a string I'm just someone he likes to have around I say I want no more of this But then he stops me with a kiss I can't resist him though he puts me down
(chorus)
Everybody calls me fool They say "Hey girl, go back to school and learn the things that every girl should know" But I guess I've got no brains Because my foolish heart remains I just can't break the chains & let him go, no no
