Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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À Vot' Bon Coeur Composer(s): Salvatore Adamo Performer(s): Salvatore Adamo
Je n'ai pas d'auto Je n'ai pas de vélo Les trams sont en grève Et je dois aller Voir ma petite poupée Et les heures sont brèves Y'a déjà trois heures Que je ballade mon coeur Le long des boulevards Pour mieux me faire voir Par les conducteurs J'agite un mouchoir
À vot' bon coeur Monsieur À vot' bon coeur Monsieur Voyez mes fleurs Monsieur Elles vont s'faner Monsieur À vot' bon coeur Monsieur À vot' bon coeur Monsieur Je vous en prie Monsieur Ne me laissez pas sur le carreau! Ah voilà enfin l'homme Qui mettra fin à cette marche forcée Cet homme est un saint Ce n'est pas en vain Que j'aurais prié Ah! maudit soit-il Ce n'était qu'un fil Qui s'est détaché Une panne de moteur Et le joli coeur Voudrait me faire pousser
À vot' bon coeur Monsieur À vot' bon coeur Monsieur Poussez un peu Monsieur Et vous monterez Monsieur Voilà, voilà, Monsieur Mais ne partez pas Monsieur Attendez-moi Monsieur Et me voilà le bec dans l'eau!
Ca c'est un peu fort C'est un coup du sort Y a de quoi râler Tant pis si je suis mort Mais je battrai les records De la marche à pied!
Wasted On The Way Composer(s): Graham Nash Performer(s): Crosby, Stills & Nash; The Hollies; Makaha Sons of Ni'ihau; Manoa DNA
Look around me, I can see my life before me running rings around the way it used to be I am older now, I have more than what I wanted but I wish that I had started long before I did And there's so much time to make up everywhere you turn time we have wasted on the way So much water moving underneath the bridge, let the water come and carry us away
Oh, when you were young, did you question all the answers? Did you envy all the dancers who had all the nerve? Look round you now, you must go for what you wanted Look at all my friends who did and got what they deserved And there's so much time to make up everywhere you turn time we have wasted on the way So much water moving underneath the bridge, let the water come and carry us away And there's so much love to make up everywhere you turn love we have wasted on the way So much water moving underneath the bridge, let the water come and carry us away Let the water come and carry us away
À Votre Avis Composer(s): Michel Berger Performer(s): France Gall
Je téléphone à une amie Pour qu'elle se penche sur ma vie Et que je laisse à son avis Je ne sais plus ce que j'ai dit Et je durci ma loi de lui Est-ce que je l'aime à votre avis? Est-ce que je l'aime à votre avis?
Mais j'ai besoin de lui Comme il a besoin de moi Je peux tout xxxxxx Et que peut-il sans moi? Puisqu'il a besoin de moi
Je parle aux arbres des chemins Je leur demande mon destin Est-ce que je l'aime à leur avis Et son absence me fait peur Me fait découvrir la douleur Est-ce que je l'aime à votre avis? Est-ce que je l'aime à votre avis?
Mais j'ai besoin de lui Comme il a besoin de moi Je peux tout xxxxxxxx Et que peut-il sans moi? Puisqu'il a besoin de moi Et que peut-il sans moi? Puisqu'il a besoin de moi De moi
Wassail Song
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Alfred Deller
and multiple other artists
Here we come a-wassailing
Among the leaves so green
Here we come a wand'ring
So fair to be seen
Love and joy come to you
And to your wassail too
And God bless you and send you a happy new year
And God send you a happy new year
We are not daily beggars
Who beg from door to door
But we are neighbor's children
Whom you have seen before
Love and joy come to you
And to your wassail too
And God bless you and send you a happy new year
And God send you a happy new year
We have a little purse
Made of ratching leather skin
We want some of your small change
To line it well within
Love and joy come to you
And to your wassail too
And God bless you and send you a happy new year
And God send you a happy new year
God bless the Master of this house
Likewise the Mistress too
And all the little children
That round the table go
Love and joy come to you
And to your wassail too
And God bless you and send you a happy new year
And God send you a happy new year
A Voice In The Wilderness Composer(s): Bunny Lewis - Norrie Paramor Performer(s): Cliff Richard; The Hunters
My heart was so heavy with longing for you My arms were so lonely, lonesome and blue Alone in my sorrow, I heard a voice cry A voice in the wilderness, a voice from the sky
Have faith in your darling, the voice seemed to say Be true to her memory, she'll come back some day And though there was no-one, nobody to see A voice in the wilderness brought comfort to me
We had a quarrel, I was unkind Why did you leave me, love made me blind My darling forgive me, I yearn for your touch Have pity, come back now, I need you so much Believe me and you'll hear it, that voice from above The voice in the wilderness, the voice of true love
Believe me and you'll hear it, that voice from above A voice in the wilderness, the voice of true love. My heart was so heavy with longing for you My arms were so lonely, lonesome and blue Alone in my sorrow, I heard a voice cry A voice in the wilderness, a voice from the sky
Have faith in your darling, the voice seemed to say Be true to her memory, she'll come back some day And though there was no-one, nobody to see A voice in the wilderness brought comfort to me
We had a quarrel, I was unkind Why did you leave me, love made me blind My darling forgive me, I yearn for your touch Have pity, come back now, I need you so much Believe me and you'll hear it, that voice from above The voice in the wilderness, the voice of true love
Believe me and you'll hear it, that voice from above A voice in the wilderness, the voice of true love
Wasp Man Composer(s): Keith Moon Performer(s): The Who
Sting sting ha ha Bzzzzzzzz Sting sting Bzzzzzzzz Wasp man, you're gonna get buzzed Wasp man, you're gonna get stung Sting Wasp man, you're gonna get stung Sting, sting Wasp man Sting, sting, sting Sting, sting, sting Wasp man, gonna get buzzed Wasp man, buzz Wasp man, you're gonna get stung Sting, sting, sting Wasp man, get on runnin Sting, sting, sting Bzzzzzzzz Sting, sting, sting Bzzzzzzzz Sting, sting, sting
A Voice For Peace Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg
You know that everybody has a voice And how they use it is their own free choice In your glory I will not rejoice If you choose the ways of war If you choose the ways of war Ashes to ashes and dust to dust My country 'tis of thee; in God we trust But how much longer will He shelter us While we choose the ways of war While the winds of war rage on
Let mine (oh let my small voice) be a voice for peace Oh let mine (oh let my small voice) be a voice for peace Oh let mine (oh let my small voice) be a voice for peace Let it start here with me--oh let mine be a voice for peace The good book tells us thou shalt not kill The truth came shining and it's shining still But how much blood upon this earth must spill Before we lay our weapons down Let us lay our weapons down
Let mine (oh let my small voice) be a voice for peace Oh let mine (oh let my small voice) be a voice for peace Oh let mine (oh let my small voice) be a voice for peace Let it start here with me, oh let mine be a voice And in the face of the beast, oh let mine be a voice Until the breaths in me cease, oh let mine be a voice for peace Let mine (oh let my small voice) be a voice for peace Oh let mine (oh let my small voice) be a voice for peace Oh let mine (oh let my small voice) be a voice for peace Oh let mine (oh let my small voice) be a voice for peace Raise your voice up, raise your voice up Raise your voice up and sing for the promise
Wasn't That A Party? Composer(s): Tom Paxton Performer(s): Tom Paxton; and various other artists
Could-a been the whisky, might-a been the gin Could-a been the three or four six packs, I don't know But won't you look at the mess I'm in? A head like a football, I think I'm going to die But tell me, a-me oh, me oh my Wasn't that a Party?
Someone took a grapefruit, wore it like a hat I saw someone under my kitchen table, talking to an old tomcat They were talking about football The cat was talking back Along about then everything went black Wasn't that a party
It sure it's just my memory Playing tricks on me but I believe I saw my buddy Sittin' up in my neighbours tree
He was singin' a folk song Sounded pretty good Woulda sounded better if his wife hadn't made such a racket Choppin' up my neighbor's wood It coulda been his wood pile It mighta been his door I know she musta got three or four But wasn't that a party?
Bill, and Joe and Tommy Went a little far They were sitting in the front yard Blowing on the siren Of somebody's police car
And so you see Your Honour It was all in fun That little bitty track meet down on main street Was just to see if the cops could run Well they run us down to see you In an alcoholic haze And I sure can use those thirty days But wasn't that a party?
Nunca he creído en formulas ni en mensajes me gusta más jugar a la contradicción contra mí mismo voy a hacer una excepción intentaré ser más directo en el lenguaje en esta canción
A vivir, a vivir que la vida no es medida ni porvenir A vivir, a vivir que este mundo fue un segundo del devenir
Si he sido críptico y poco claro en los versos entono un mea culpa y suplico perdón por ser ambiguo y aumentar la confusión al proponer que la Razón del Universo no es una ecuación
A vivir, a vivir que la vida no es medida ni porvenir A vivir, a vivir que este mundo fue un segundo del devenir
Después de tanta palabra con doble filo y de lecturas triples en cada renglón de esta escritura no se saca una lección para que el estratega duerma bien tranquilo con su solución
A vivir, a vivir que la vida no es medida ni porvenir A vivir, a vivir que este mundo fue un segundo del devenir
Wasn't It Romantic? Composer(s): Hugh Martin; Marshall Barer Performer(s): Michael Feinstein
Though the world has grown cold We can banish the chill We can order the present to vanish at will We can darken the room we can start the machine And from here in the gloom as we gaze at the screen We can step into yesterday still We can step into yesterday still
Ohh wasn't it romantic All storybook & song You fragile as a snowflake I resolute & strong How lovely the glow that I recall How lovely, to know that love was all White willows in the moonlight Bright silver in the street Ohh did it really happen Or was it just a dream? No matter I still await The moment when I will know romance again
Isn't it romantic Ohh wasn't it romantic Music in the night All storybook & song A dream that can be heard Isn't it romantic You fragile as a snowflake Moving shadows write I resolute & strong The oldest magic word How lovely the glow that I recall I hear the breezes playing In the trees above How lovely, to know that love was all While all the world is saying you were meant for love
Isn't it romantic White willows in the moonlight Merely to be young Bright silver in the street on such a night as this Isn't it romantic Ohh did it really happen Every note that's sung Or was it just a dream? Is like a lover's kiss No matter I still await Sweet symbols in the moonlight The moment when Do you mean that I will fall in love perchance? I will know romance again Isn't it romance Wasn't it romance
A Visit From St. Nicholas Composer(s): Clement C. Moore Performer(s): David Timson; Canadian Brass
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound He was dressed all in furs from his head to his foot and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot A bundle of toys he had flung on his back And he looked like a pedlar just opening his pack His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath He had a broad face and a little round belly That shook, when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly He was chubby and plump - a right jolly old elf - And laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself
Washington, My Home Composer(s): Helen Davis; Stuart Churchill
"This is my country God gave it to me I will protect it Ever keep it free Small towns and cities rest here in the sun Filled with our laughter Thy will be done
(refrain) Washington, my home Where ever I may roam This is my land, my native land Washington, my home Our verdant forest green Caressed by silv'ry stream From mountain peak to fields of wheat Washington, my home There's peace you feel and understand In this, our own beloved land We greet the day with head held high And forward ever is our cry We'll happy ever be As people always free For you and me a destiny Washington, my home For you and me a destiny Washington, my home"
A Violeira Composer(s): Chico Buarque - Antonio Carlos Jobim Performer(s): Mônica Salmaso and multiple other artists
Desde menina Caprichosa e nordestina Que eu sabia, a minha sina Era no Rio vir morar Em Araripe Topei como chofer dum jipe Que descia pra Sergipe Pro Serviço Militar
Esse maluco Me largou em Pernambuco Quando um cara de trabuco Me pediu pra namorar Mais adiante Num estado interessante Um caixeiro viajante Me levou pra Macapá
Uma cigana revelou que a minha sorte Era ficar naquele Norte E eu não queria acreditar Juntei os trapos com um velho marinheiro Viajei no seu cargueiro Que encalhou no Ceará
Voltei pro Crato E fui fazer artesanato De barro bom e barato Pra mó de economizar Eu era um broto E também fiz muito garoto Um mais bem feito que o outro Eles só faltam falar
Juntei a prole e me atirei no São Francisco Enfrentei raio, corisco Correnteza e coisa-má Inda arrumei com um artista em Pirapora Mais um filho e vim-me embora Cá no Rio vim parar
Ver Ipanema Foi que nem beber jurema Que cenário de cinema Que poema à beira-mar E não tem tira Nem doutor, nem ziguizira Quero ver que é que tira Nós aqui desse lugar
Será verdade Que eu cheguei nessa cidade Pra primeira autoridade Resolver me escorraçar Com tralha inteira Remontar a Mantiqueira Até chegar na corredeira O São Francisco me levar
Me distrair Nos braços de um barqueiro sonso Despencar na Paulo Afonso No oceano me afogar Perder os filhos Em Fernando de Noronha E voltar morta de vergonha Pro sertão de Quixadá
Tem cabimento Depois de tanto tormento Me casar com algum sargento E todo sonho desmanchar Não tem carranca Nem trator, nem alavanca Quero ver que é que arranca Nós aqui desse lugar
Whiter than the whitewash on the wall Whiter than the whitewash on the wall Oh, wash me in the water that you wash your dirty daughter in And I shall be whiter than the whitewash on the wall On the wall...
A View To A Kill Composer(s): Roger Taylor - John Barry - Simon Le Bon - John Nigel Taylor - Nick Rhodes - Andy Taylor First release by: Duran Duran - 1985 Covered by multiple other artists
Meeting you, with a view to a kill Face to face, in secret places Feel the chill Nightfall covers me But you know, the plans I'm making Still over see Could it be the whole earth opening wide A sacred why? A myst'ry gaping inside The weekends; why? Until we
Dance into the fire That fatal kiss is all we need Dance into the fire To fatal sounds of broken dreams Dance into the fire That fatal kiss is all we need Dance into the fire
The choice for you is the view to a kill Between the shades, assassination standing still The first crystal tears Fall as snowflakes on your body First time in years To drench your skin with lover's rosy stain A chance to find a phoenix for the flame A chance to die, but can we
Dance into the fire That fatal kiss is all we need Dance into the fire To fatal sounds of broken dreams Dance into the fire That fatal kiss is all we need Dance into the fire When all we see is a view to a kill
Was That The Human Thing To Do? Composer(s): Sammy Fain; Joe Young Performer(s): The Boswell Sisters; and various other artists
To err is human I heard you say Forgiveness is divine But all the sweet things that you may say Cant mend this heart of mine
Never thought that anyone in their right mind Could ever treat another human so unkind Didnt you sneak away and leave a note behind Was that the human thing to do?
I always thought that yours was such a heart of gold But after I was sold on all the tales you told Didnt you let your kisses turn from hot to cold? Was that the human thing to do?
Now Im not trying to patch things up Cos whats been done must be Lord, I wouldnt even treat a pup The way you treated me
How could anybody be so darned unfair? You let me hang around until I learned to care Didnt you even laugh and leave me cryin there Was that the human thing to do?
Now I just want to be understood Im no false alarm If I couldnt do a human good I wouldnt do em harm
How you let me fall and how you let me be And when I begged you for a little sympathy Didnt you even try to hi-di-hi-di me? Was that the human thing to do?
Was It Rain? Composer(s): Lou Handman; Walter Hirsch Performer(s): Frances Langford; Peg LaCentra; Guy Mitchell; Artie Shaw
Skies were gray that rainy day We parted in the lane Was it tears that fell or was it rain? There we stood as lovers would Did parting bring you pain? Was it tears that fell or was it rain? I couldn't tell if your eyes were misty Or if you felt regret I noticed when you kissed me That both your cheeks were wet Till we meet again, my sweet That mem'ry will remain Was it tears that fell or was it rain?
A Vida De Viajante Composer(s): Luiz Gonzaga - Hervê Cordovil Performer(s): Luiz Gonzaga; Banda de Pífanos de Caruaru
Minha vida é andar por esse país Pra ver se um dia descanso feliz Guardando as recordações Das terras onde passei Andando pelos sertões E dos amigos que lá deixei Chuva e sol / Poeira e carvão Longe de casa sigo o roteiro Mais uma estação E a saudade no coração
Mar e terra / Inverno e verão Mostro o sorriso / Mostro a alegria Mas eu mesmo não E a saudade no coração
