Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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11 Y 6 Composer(s): Fito Paez Performer(s): Fito Paez
En un café se vieron por casualidad cansas en el alma de tanto andar ella tenia un clavel en la mano el se acerco, le pregunto si andaba bien llegaba a la ventana en puntas de pie y la llevo a caminar por corrientes miren todos, ellos solos pueden mas que el amor y son mas fuertes que el Olimpo se escondieron en el Centro y en el baño de un bar sellaron todo con un beso durante un mes vendieron rosas en La Paz presiento que no importaba nada mas y entre los dos juntaban algo no se por que jamas los volví a ver el carga con 11 y ella con 6 y si reía, el le daba la luna miren todos, ellos solos pueden mas que el amor, y son mas fuertes que el Olimpo se escondieron en el Centro y en el baño de un bar sellaron todo con un beso...
11th Hour Melody Composer(s): King Palmer; Carl Sigman Performer(s): Al Hibbler
Chorus: The 11th hour is here The hour of parting dear
Hibbler: We have one hour my love For at midnight we must part Soon my love You'll obey your wandering heart Thrill my lips As you've always thrilled them 'Til my lips Are mine no more
Hold back the time, my love The 11th hour is here Hold the time While I'm holding back a tear I'll be yours 'Til the last eternity Darling, come Back to me
Chorus: The 11th hour is here The hour of parting dear
(instrumental interlude)
Hibbler: I'll be yours 'Til the last eternity Darling, come Back to me
Chorus: The 11th hour is here The hour of parting dear Come back
Maman quel est donc ce tourment Maman cet étrange sentiment Maman cette envie qui me prend De rire et de pleurer De crier de chanter Maman rien n'est plus comme avant Maman je sens confusément Maman comme un enchantement Qui vient tout bouleverser Jusque dans mes pensées
C'est comme un torrent Qui coule en grondant C'est comme un volcan Un cri de géant
{Refrain:} Il n'y a qu'à toi Que je puisse dire tout ça J'ai besoin de toi Je t'en pris aide-moi Dis-moi pourquoi Pourquoi je suis comme ça? Maman est-ce un envoûtement Maman inexorablement Maman j'ai comme un sentiment Que ma vie va changer Que tout va exploser
Maman c'est un ravissement Maman il faut rester violent Maman c'est un bouleversement De tout ce que j'ai fait De tout ce que j'aimais
C'est comme un bonheur Si fort qu'il fait peur C'est comme un printemps Qui dure tout le temps {au Refrain}
Maman ne cherche pas plus longtemps Maman j'ai compris à présent Maman la cause de mon tourment C'est ce gentil garçon Qui m'a pris ma raison Maman il m'a souri et puis Maman ça a changé ma vie Maman je ne pense plus qu'à lui La nuit et puis le jour Est-ce que c'est ça l'amour?
C'est comme un torrent Qui coule en grondant C'est comme un printemps Qui dure tout le temps
Il n'y a qu'à toi Que je puisse dire tout ça J'ai besoin de toi Je t'en pris aide-moi C'est mon problème Je crois bien que je l'aime ...
1-2 Crush On You Composer(s): Strummer; Jones Performer(s): The Clash
Standing in a queue of a school canteen Guys on the corner they were laughin' at me But I don't mind if they see it all You know I gotta come clean I gotta come clean I got a crush on you
My mind don't need it but my body do A little bit of loving and attention for you Although we're only strangers They don't need to know I gotta cum clean, I gotta cum clean ooh, I got a crush on you
I wanna get serious right away 1-2, I got a crush on you what you doin' today or any other day? 1-2, I got a crush on you just one look and I go insane 1-2, I got a crush on you
Your daddy never comes to get you `Cos lives so far away But his Italian chauffeur shows up every day But I'll get you in the corner, I'll get you all alone I gotta cum clean, I gotta come clean
I got a crush on you
1-2, I got a crush on you 1-2, I got a crush on you 1-2, I got a crush on you I said 1-2 I got a crush on you
Maman English & Italian Titles: Mama; Mamma Composer(s): Cesare Andrea Bixio; Bruno Cherubini Performer(s): Dalida
Quoi de plus doux de plus tendre Que le cur d'une maman Qui donc c'est mieux nous comprendre Et calme tous nos tourments
Maman C'est pour toi seule que ce soir je chante Maman Toi dont la grâce et la douceur m'enchante Que m'importe si l'âge a creusé ton cher visage Et si je vois tomber peu à peu la neige sur tes cheveux Maman tu gardes toujours ton sourire charmant Et tout comme autrefois mon seul bonheur c'est de te dire Maman
Dès que j'ouvrais les paupières Dans tes bras tu me pressais Et parfois des nuits entière En chantant tu me berçais
Maman C'est pour toi seule que ce soir je chante Maman Toi dont la grâce et la douceur m'enchante Que m'importe si l'âge a creusé ton cher visage Et si je vois tomber peu à peu la neige sur tes cheveux Maman Tu gardes toujours ton sourire charmant Et tout comme autrefois mon seul bonheur c'est de te dire Maman Maman, Maman
12/8 Blues (All The Same) Composer(s): Stephen Stills Performer(s): Stephen Stills
Can you see me cryin? Can you hear me dyin? I want to talk to you Listen too Do you know me Like I know you? Do you love me Like I love you? Is it all the same, yeah? Well be old friends Tryin. Till the road ends Well be fine. Listen to me say to you I got the music I need the space I like to use it To get out of this place Cause its all the same, yeah I got the miserables Help me Dont seem sensible You tell me I want to talk to you Listen too Too many times I swallow my words Is it a crime To want to make her Or is it all the same, yeah?
Une femme pleure son enfant perdu à tout jamais Elle se souvient du temps passé où l'enfant lui disait Maman maman quand m'achèteras-tu un train électrique? Je le voudrais pour ne plus jouer avec celui des copains
Une femme pleure son enfant perdu à tout jamais Elle se souvient du temps passé où l'enfant lui disait Maman maman aujourd'hui c'est ta fête Pour toi je suis allé cueillir ces petites fleurs Qui te porteront bonheur ce ne sont que des coquelicots
Une femme pleure son enfant perdu à tout jamais Elle se souvient du temps passé où l'enfant lui chantait Ta ba dou...
120...150...200 Kms. Por Hora Composer(s): Roberto Carlos Performer(s): Roberto Carlos
As coisas estão passando mais depressa O ponteiro marca 120 O tempo diminui As árvores passam como vultos A vida passa O tempo passa Estou a 130 As imagens se confundem Estou fugindo de mim mesmo Fugindo do passado Do meu mundo assombrado De tristeza De incerteza Estou a 140 Fugindo de você
Eu vou voando pela vida Sem querer chegar Nada vai mudar meu rumo Nem me fazer voltar
Vivo fugindo sem destino algum Sigo caminhos que me levam a lugar nenhum
O ponteiro marca 150 Tudo passa ainda mais depressa O amor, a felicidade O vento afasta uma lágrima Que começa a rolar no meu rosto Estou a 160 Vou acender os faróis Já é noite Agora são as luzes que passam por mim Sinto um vazio imenso Estou só na escuridão A 180 Estou fugindo de você
Eu vou sem saber pra onde Nem quando vou parar Não, não deixo marcas no caminho Pra não saber voltar
Às vezes sinto que o mundo se esqueceu de mim Não, não sei por quanto tempo ainda Eu vou viver assim
O ponteiro agora marca 190 Por um momento tive a sensação de ter você a meu lado O banco está vazio Estou só A 200 por hora Vou parar de pensar em você pra prestar atenção na estrada
Mamaïéba Composer(s): Alfredo Larios; Roger Loubet Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri
Gentle breeze blows, so softly wakes the morning (wakes the morning) The air is still, see the night is yawning (night is yawning) Feel the warmth of the first shy yellow sun rays falling (sun rays falling) Hear the birds sing, a newborn day are calling
In this life filled with loneliness and sorrow (sorrow) Where dark are the dreams
and the paths are narrow (paths are narrow) Let your heart, freedom, peace, love, tenderness to follow (to follow) Singing these words: "Think of a new tomorrow"
Children's laughter around with smiling faces (smiling faces) Like flowers bloom, know no tribes or races (tribes or races) Give them love, give them hope and music from all places (from all places) Eagles fly high, always to find new spaces
1-2-3 Composer(s): Gloria M. Estefan; Enrique Garcia Performer(s): Gloria Estefan & The Miami Sound Machine
They tell me you're a shy boy But I want you just the same Don't play innocent with me You know it's not just fun and games When I look into your eyes So much passion burns inside But if you need some coaxing I will do it Step by step there's nothing to it
1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love me 5-6-7 times 8-9-10-11 I'm just gonna keep on counting Until you are mine
Come out of your shell, boy You know we go like hand in glove You're afraid of giving in But I am never giving up on your love And no matter what it takes I will steal your heart away Take a chance for once you won't regret it Want my love just come and get it
1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love me 5-6-7 times 8-9-10-11 I'm just gonna keep on counting Until you are mine
So no matter what it takes I will steal your heart away Take a chance for once you won't regret it Want my love just come and get it
1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love me 5-6-7 times 8-9-10-11 I'm just gonna keep on counting Until you are mine
1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love me 5-6-7 times You got to give me your love 8-9-10-11 I'm just gonna keep on counting baby Until you are mine
Mama, You Got A Daughter Composer(s): John Lee Hooker Performer(s): John Lee Hooker
Well mama mama, talk to your daughter for me Well mama mama, talk to your daughter for me Tell your daughter that I love her now, I'll do anything I can Tell your daughter I love her, love her till the day I die Tell your daughter I love her, I'll love her till the day I die I want to you to talk to your daughter, talk to your daughter for me I'm loving that woman, I'm crazy about your daughter I'm waiting for your daughter, I love your daughter I love your daughter, tell me what I'll do
I said look over here now mama Ever since mama, your daughter was five years old I was six years old, we were going to school together mama I was a natural born fool for your daughter mama Mama please talk to your daughter Tell your daughter I love her mama I love your daughter, do anything she says Mama talk to your daughter Mama talk to your daughter Tell your daughter I love her Mama talk to your daughter Tell your daughter I love her Mama talk to your daughter for me
I'm crazy about your daughter Mama I'm crazy about your daughter Mama talk to your daughter You know that's your daughter Tell your daughter I love her Talk to your daughter, talk to your daughter for me Mama talk to your daughter (repeat)
Oh, My My Composer(s): Vini Poncia; Richard Starkey Performer(s): Ringo Starr; Maggie Bell; Winston Groovy; David Hentschel
I phoned up my doctor To see what's the matter He said come on over I said do I have to My knees started shakin' My wrist started achin' When my doctor said to me...
Oh my my, oh my my Can you boogie, can you slide Oh my my, oh my my You can boogie, if you try Oh my my, oh my my It's guaranteed to keep you alive
The head nurse She blew in, just like a tornado When they started dancin' I jumped off the table I felt myself healin', and I was leavin' This is what they said to me...
Oh my my, oh my my Can you boogie, can you slide Oh my my, oh my my You can boogie, you can fly Oh my my, if you try It's guaranteed to keep you alive
Now if you should slow down And you're feelin' low down Don't call up your doctor Just grab you a partner It's what you've been missin' I've got your prescription That boogie woogie remedy
Oh my my, oh my my You can you boogie, can you slide Oh my my, oh my my We can boogie, 'till we die Oh my my, if you try It's guaranteed to keep you alive
Oh my my, oh my my Watch me boogie, watch me fly Oh my my, oh my my Born to boogie, born to slide Oh my my, oh my my Ooh wee boogie, ooh wee I Oh my my, oh my my Play that boogie, play that slide
Mama, Mag Mijn Popje Naar De Hemel Composer(s): Cy Coben; Bobbejaan Schoepen; Louis Verbeeck Performer(s): Bobbejaan Schoepen
Marleentje was een jaar of drie Zij ging vaak spelen met haar popje op de straat En toen een wagen kwam die plotseling vergeefs nog had geremd Hield zij haar pop krampachtig vast geklemd
M'n lij haar toen in een wit bed Daar lag ze bleekjes met haar popje in haar arm Zij kon niet horen wat de dokter tot haar moeder zachtjes zei En smeken en vol pijn fluisterde zij
Mammie, mag m'n popje naar de hemel met me mee Mammie, mag m'n popje naar de hemel met me mee Zijn de engeltjes soms boos Kijk het slaapt gelijk een roos Mammie, mag m'n popje naar de hemel met me mee
Nu slaapt ze stil, maar voor altijd Haar kleine pop naast haar zoals ze had gevraagd En in de nacht zit er een moeder eenzaam naast een lege bed Zij hoort een kinderstem die zachtjes klaagt
Oh, mammie, mag m'n popje naar de hemel met me mee Mammie, mag m'n popje naar de hemel met me mee Zijn de engeltjes soms boos Kijk het slaapt gelijk een roos Mammie, mag m'n popje naar de hemel met me mee
Zijn de engeltjes soms boos Kijk het slaapt gelijk een roos Mammie, mag m'n popje naar de hemel met me mee
Oh My Lady Composer(s): Kim Berly Performer(s): The Stampeders
Oh, my lady I'm alone, you'd feel your presence in the night Oh, my lady Through the storm I felt your fire, saw your light Oh, my lady I said lady, I can feel That soon my lady will be free And ain't it like walkin' out after the pourin' rain To meet the morning train
Oh, my lady There will be time for reflection and for play Oh, my lady Well, a darker night will dawn a brighter day Oh, my lady I said lady, I can feel That soon my lady will be real And ain't it like walkin' out after the pourin' rain To meet the morning train
And life being what it is She'll be round in time And time changing like it does Oh, won't change my mind about my lady so real I said, my lady can feel And ain't it like walkin' out through the pourin' rain To meet the morning train
---- Instrumental Interlude ----
Oh, my lady I said lady, I can feel That soon my lady will be real And ain't it like walkin' out after the pourin' rain To meet the morning train Well, in the morning rain Oh, my lady
Mama, Look At Bubu Composer(s): Lord Melody Performer(s): Harry Belafonte
I wonder why nobody don't like me Or is it the fact that I'm ugly? I wonder why nobody don't like me Or is it the fact that I'm ugly?
I leave my whole house and home My children don't want me no more Bad talk inside de house dey bring And when I talk they start to sing
"Mama, look at bubu" they shout Their mother tell them "shut up your mout'" "That is your daddy", "oh, no" "My daddy can't be ugly so" "Shut your mout' " "Go away"
"Mama, look at bubu" dey (ooh) "Shut your mout' " "Go away" "Mama, look at bubu" dey
I couldn't even digest me supper Due to thee children's behavior John ("Yes, pa")-"come here a moment" "Bring de belt, you're much too impudent" John says it's James who started first James tells thee story in reverse I drag my belt from off me waist You should hear dem screamin' round de place
"Mama, look at bubu" they shout Their mother tell them "shut up your mout'" "That is your daddy", "oh, no" "My daddy can't be ugly so" "Shut your mout'" "Go away"
"Mama, look at bubu" dey (ooh) "Shut your mout'" "Go away" "Mama, look at bubu" dey (oh)
Oh, Moon Of The Summer Night (Tell My Mother Her Boy Is All Right)
Oh, Moon Of The Summer Night (Tell My Mother Her Boy Is All Right) Composer(s): Allan J. Flynn
Over There, The silvry moon was shining Over There, A soldier boy while pining To the moon pleaded, And if it heeded This is what it heard him say, Oh!
Over There, The night was dark and dreary Over There, Two loving hearts were weary Sweetheart and mother, Asking each other Will our Soldier boy return, Oh!
Moon, of the summer night Your silvry beams bring me dreams of the loved ones way back home Could you only tell them all That I'm safe tonight How it would cheer up the loved ones far across the foam Over yonder in the golden west My mother's praying And the little girl I love the best, Is praying too So I'm asking you, Oh! Moon Won't you send your light And tell my mother for me, cross the sea Her boy's alright
Mama, I'm Coming Home Composer(s): Lemmy Kilmister; Ozzy Osbourne; Zakk Wylde Performer(s): Ozzy Osbourne; Lily Holbrook; Iron Horse; Bud E. Luv
Times have changed and times are strange Here I come but I ain't the same Mama, I'm coming home Times go by, seems to be You could have been a better friend to me Mama, I'm coming home
You took me in and you drove me out Yeah, you had me hypnotized, yeah Lost and found and turned around By the fire in your eyes
You made me cry, you told me lies But I can't stand to say goodbye Mama, I'm coming home I could be right, I could be wrong It hurts so bad it's been so long Mama, I'm coming home
Selfish love yeah we're both alone The ride before the fall, yeah But I'm gonna take this heart of stone I just got to have it all
I've seen your face a hundred times Everyday we've been apart I don't care about the sunshine, yeah 'Cause mama, mama, I'm coming home I'm coming home I'm coming home
You took me in and you drove me out Yeah, you had me hypnotized, yeah Lost and found and turned around By the fire in your eyes
I've seen your face a thousand times Everyday we've been apart I don't care about the sunshine, yeah 'Cause mama, mama, I'm coming home I'm coming home I'm coming home
Oh, Lonesome Me French Title: Oh Quelle Nuit Composer(s): Don Gibson Performer(s): Don Gibson; and various other artists
Everybody's going out and having fun I'm just a fool for staying home and having none I can't get over how she set me free Oh lonesome me
A bad mistake I'm making bout just hanging round I know that I should have some fun an paint the town A love sick fool that's blind and just can't see Oh lonesome me
I'll bet she's not like me She's out an fancy free Flirting with the boys with all her charms But I still love her so And brother don't you know I'd welcome her right back here in my arms
Well there must be some way I can lose these lonesome blue Forget about the past and find somebody new I've thought of everything from A to Z Oh lonesome me
Well I bet she's not like me She's out and fancy free Flirting with the boys with all her charms But I still love her so And brother don't you know I'd welcome her right back into my arms
Well there must be some way I can lose these lonesome blues Forget about the past and find somebody new I've thought of everything from A to Z Oh lonesome me
Mama, I Wanna Make Rhythm Composer(s): Jerome Jerome; Richard Byron; Walter Kent Performer(s): Cab Calloway and various other artists
Yasha was a prodigy, since he was a kid of three He could play a rhapsody as good as they come But as strange as it may be, Yasha hated melody He had a yen for tympani, he longed to play a drum When his Mother made him practice on the fiddle every day He'd stop right in the middle and he'd say....
Mama, I wanna make rhythm Don't wanta make music Just wanna go zoozi-zah-zah-zoozi Ooh-cah-dee-doodle-oodle-aah-doo
Mama, I wanna get hotcha I wanta make boombah I wanna go gah-gah Za-rah-kah, zat-zow, ooh-dee-lah
I've got no desire to carry a Stradivarius, but There's no limit of primitive tom-tom in my tum-tum
Mama, I wanna make rhythm Don't wanta make music Just wanna go wookee-ah-kay-a-kaya-kaya Yag-a-yag-a-yag-a-yag
