Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Anything I Dream Is Possible ((French Version: Tout Ce Que Je Rêve (by Maurice Chevalier)) Composer(s): Billy Reid Performer(s): Dorothy Squires; London Piano-Accordeon Band; Doreen Lundy
Anything I dream is possible Especially when Im Dreaming of you Nothing in this worlds impossible It sounds a little crazy but its true
Id swim the highest mountain Id climb the mighty sea I know I said it wrong but Thats what you do to me
Still anything I dream is possible But only you can make it all come true
Anything I dream is possible Especially when Im Dreaming of you Nothing in this worlds impossible It sounds a little crazy but its true
Id swim the highest mountain Id climb the mighty sea I know I said it wrong but Thats what you do to me
Still anything I dream is possible But only you can make it all come true Yes only you can make it all come true
Desencontro Composer(s): Chico Buarque Performer(s): Chico Buarque; and various other artists
A sua lembrança me dói tanto Eu canto pra ver Se espanto esse mal Mas só sei dizer Um verso banal Fala em você Canta você É sempre igual
Sobrou desse nosso desencontro Um conto de amor Sem porto final Retrato sem cor Jogado aos meus pés E saudades fúteis Saudades frágeis Meros papéis
Não sei se você ainda é a mesma Ou se cortou os cabelos Rasgou o que é meu Se ainda tem saudades E sofre como eu Ou tudo já passou Já tem um novo amor Já me esqueceu
Un Soldino ((Adapted from: If I Didn't Have A Dime (To Play the Jukebox) (Gene Pitney) - 1962)) Composer(s): Phil Medley - Bert Russell Performer(s): Gene Pitney - 1963
Versions In Other Languages: 1965 - Devant Le Juke-Box (Akim & Sheila) - Que Inhumano (Los Hermanos Carrión)
Io non ho, tu lo sai un soldino per suonar il mio juke-box Oooh triste sarà se questa sera non potrò sognar Ma io penso che se tu un soldino presti a me per il juke-box Oooh stringerti potrò ballando a tu per tu così Uuh
Sarai tu lamor... lamor... lamor... lamor Vedrai... vedrai... vedrai... vedrai Lo s... lo so... lo so... lo so perchè Io non ho che te... che te... che te... che te Lo sai... lo sai... lo sai... lo sai però uuh dimmi di sì
Io non ho e tu lo sai un soldino per suonar il mio juke-box Oooh triste sarò se stasera non potrò rivedere gli occhi blù e quellabito che tu metti sempre assieme a me quando vieni per sentir il mio juke-box Uuuhm... La la la...
Io non ho e tu lo sai un soldino per suonar il mio juke-box Oooh triste sarò se stasera non potrò rivedere gli occhi blù e quellabito che tu metti sempre assieme a me quando vieni qui a sentir il mio juke-box Uh, uh, uh, uh...
Desden
Composer(s): Carlos Gardel - Mario Battistella
Performer(s): Carlos Gardel; Rozenda Bernal; Mayel Varrera
El día que comparezcas ante el tribunal de Dios a dar cuenta de mi vida que me complicaste vos el día que francamente tenga yo que declarar la verdad pura y palpable que a Dios no puede escapar y le digas que he faltado a su Ley de mala fe al hacer de vos mi culto al amarte más que a Él que robé por tu cariño que maté ciego de amor ¡Pueda ser que el Dios piadoso quiera darme su perdón!
Desdeñé mi vida entera en la hoguera de tu amor esperando lo que fuera sin decirte ni siquiera que es mi pena y mi dolor Sin embargo ante el Eterno será el mismo mi desdén y en mi amor profundo y tierno por seguirte hasta el Infierno yo despreciaré el Edén
Pero el día de tu juicio yo no sé qué le dirás cuando sepan que has pecado por capricho y vanidad cuando sientas la mirada penetrante del Señor que te llegará hasta el alma como un rayo escrutador y te acuse tu conciencia al mirar aquel puñal que vos misma tan cobarde le entregaste a mi rival que, no contenta con eso me mandaste a la prisión ¡Por más que vos te arrepientas no podrás tener perdón!
Anything Goes Composer(s): Cole Porter First performance by: Ethel Merman - 1934 Covered by multiple other artists
Times have changed And weve ofter rewound the clock Since the puritans got a shock When they landed on Plymouth rock If today any shock they might try to stem stead of landing of Plymouth rock Plymouth rock would land on them
In olden days a glimpse of stocking Was looked on as something shocking But now God knows Anything goes
Good authors to Who once knew better words Now only use four letter words Writing prose Anyhting goes
If driving fast cars you like If low bars you like If old hymns you like If bare limbs you like If Mae West you like Or me undressed you like Why nobody will oppose
When every night The set thats smart Is intruding on nudist parties In studios Anything goes
When Mrs. Ned McClean God bless her Can get Russian reds to yes her Than I suppose Anything goes
When Rockafeller still can hoard Enough money to let Max Gordon Produce his shows Anything goes
The world has gone mad today And goods bad today And blacks white today And days night today And that gent today You gave a cent today Once owned several châteaux
When folks Who still can ride in Jitneys Find out Vanderbilts and Whitneys Lack baby cloes Anything goes
When Sam Goldwyn Can with great conviction Instruct Anna Sten in diction Than Anna shows Anything goes
When you hear that Lady Mendl standing up Now turns a handspring landing up On her toes Anything goes
Just think of those shocks youve got And those knocks youve got And those blues youve got From those news youve got And those pains youve got (if any brains youve got) From those little radios
So Mrs. R. With all her trimmins Can broadcast a bed from Simmons Cause Franklin knows Anything goes
Treat the youths right Instead of putting up a fight 'Cause if you treat the youths right You could be sitting on a bomb
I won't go hither from the first resurrection I want my field in the second resurrection I won't go hither from the first generation I won't be real to the fifth generation
Treat the youths right Instead of giving us a fight Treat the youths right Or you'll been playin' with dynamite
Sucka treat the youths right, right, right, right Instead of putting up a fight And if you treat the youths right Or you'll been playin' with dynamite
I want protect them from the ways and bullets No, we dream through the ways and solins I want protect them from the high school students Now, we dream through the kids and violence
Llueve, tras la ventana y yo en la cama sin poder dormir Llueve, de madrugada sobre mi almohada llueve por ti Llueve, llueve, llueve sobre mi... y en mi corazón porque no estás aquí Siempre llueve, llueve Llueve... y no podré esperar el sol porque hay nubes de dolor aquí... Y en tu ventana sentirás la lluvia y no te acordarás de mí Cae la lluvia de invierno y canta en los techos sobre Madrid una canción de silencios de agua y de viento que viene a mí Llueve, llueve, llueve sobre mí
Anything For You From the show : A Dangerous Maid - 1921 Composer(s): Ira Gershwin - George Gershwin Performer(s): Vinton Freedley
I've one aim in life And that is winning you If you'll be my wife There's nothing I won't do To bring you joy, dear Yes, I'm the boy, dear Who'd do the darndest all he Could to be your Walter Raleigh
Just tell me what to do I'll more than see it through Dear, I'll do anything for you I'll buy insurance from your brother I'll even learn to like your mother With you I'll always brave The bargain sales you crave I'll be your everlasting slave And if the cook should get too frisky Although the task is rather risky You'll find that I, myself Will tell her she is through Dear, I'll do anything for you
I'll let you choose my hats And pick out my cravats You'll be my connoisseur of spats I'll even smoke cigars you buy me And always pay your bills when they eye me You'll order all you see You'll charge it C.O.D. And never hear a word from me Then what is more, dear, for good measure All your father's jokes I'll treasure I'm going to laugh at them Until I'm black-and-blue Dear, I'll do anything for you
Desde Dónde Composer(s): Horacio Guarany Performer(s): Horacio Guarany
Desde dónde el tiempo se hace macho Desde dónde las manos quedan ciegas de tanto hachar y hachar el monte ajeno Desde dónde no queda ni un solo juez o Comisario amigo Desde dónde no queda ni una lagrima que salga al alba a despertar lo humano Desde dónde la tierra es malparida que sólo da algodón que nunca abriga! Dónde los niños quedan ciegos para no ver el llanto de la madre Dónde las hembras malparen bajo un techo se sacuden la sangre y nuevamente al yugo Desde dónde La Forestal te arranca con sus garfios de hambre en hambre, el intestino Donde la boca reseca de tabaco amargo vomita el odio en cuajaron de sangre Desde allí Desde el remoto trajinar del Chaco me viene arando este canto hecho alarido!
Anyone's Daughter Composer(s): Ritchie Blackmore - Ian Gillan - Roger Glover - Jon Lord - Ian Paice Performer(s): Deep Purple
Well I stood under your bedroom window throwing up a brick No one came, I threw one more, that really did the trick Your daddy came and banged my head, he said what kind of man Is this that's hanging 'round my girl? he threw me in the can You're a farmer's daughter, you're a farmer's daughter Why do I always get the kinda girl I didn't oughta get? I won't get no more eggs and water Now I've laid the farmer's daughter
Imagine I was a full-grown man and I could talk just right Could I come and see you here and do this every night? Wham! The door comes crashing down, your daddy's face all pale Says come with me you hairy bum, I'll put you in my jail You're a judge's daughter, you're a judge's daughter Why do I always get the kinda girl I didn't oughta get? Now I'm getting jail and torture 'Cos I made the judge's daughter Yes I did! It was nice!
It seems they're screaming law and order When I go with anyone's daughter
Woman I should like some peace and daddy hold your tongue I think you're gonna die of fright when I tell you what I've done I can hear your tales and lies, you say I'm dumb and scraggy But man this dumb and scraggy is your daughter's baby's daddy She's a lucky daughter, such a lucky daughter Why did I always get the kinda girl I didn't wanna get? Now I've got what I always fought for 'Cos I've married a rich man's daughter Ha! What d'ya think of that?
Anyone Who Had A Heart ((French Version: Ceux Qui Ont Un Cur (Petula Clark) - 1964)) Composer(s): Hal David - Burt Bacharach First release by: Dionne Warwick - 1963 Covered by multiple other artists
Anyone who ever loved Could look at me and know that I love you Anyone who ever dreamed Could look at me and know I dream of you Knowing I love you, so
Anyone who had a heart Would take me in his arms and love me too You couldn't really have a heart And hurt me like you hurt me And be so untrue What am I to do?
Every time you go away I always say this time it's goodbye dear Loving you the way I do I take you back Without you I'd die dear Knowing I love you, so
Anyone who had a heart Would take me in his arms and love me too You couldn't really have a heart And hurt me like you hurt me And be so untrue What am I to do?
Knowing I love you, so Anyone who had a heart Would take me in his arms and love me too You couldn't really have a heart And hurt me like you hurt me And be so untrue Anyone who had a heart could love me too Anyone who had a heart would surely take me In his arms and always love me Why won't you?, yeah
Anyone who had a heart would love me too, yeah Anyone who had a heart would simply take me In his arms and always love me Why won't you?, yeah Anyone who had a heart would love me too
Descendimiento Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Arráncame la corona de espinas que por ti padezco y lávame con tus lágrimas la herida que por ti sangra en mi costado Consúmame el dolor hasta la muerte y abandóname en tus brazos, por piedad Luego, al enterrarme, hazlo en lo más profundo de tu vientre allí donde resucitar sea un delito castigado con la pena capital
Ceux Qui Ont Un Cur ((Adapted from: Anyone Who Had A Heart (Dionne Warwick) - 1963)) Composer(s): Hal David - Burt Bacharach - Ralph Bernet Performer(s): Petula Clark - 1964
À tous ceux qui ont aimé Je veux montrer à quel point je t'aime À tous ceux qui ont rêvé Je veux montrer que de toi je rêve Et que je t'aime trop !
Et tous ceux qui ont un cur Me prendraient dans leurs bras et m'aimeraient Mais tu peux bien avoir un cur Et pourtant m'abandonner comme une inconnue Qui serait perdue
Chaque fois que tu t'en vas Mon cur se dit "Finie, cette chance" Car vraiment je t'aime trop Vivre sans toi n'est plus l'existence Non, ne me quitte pas !
Car tous ceux qui ont un cur Me prendraient dans leurs bras et m'aimeraient Mais tu peux bien avoir un cur Et pourtant m'abandonner comme une inconnue Qui serait perdue
Non, ne me quitte pas ! Car tous ceux qui ont un cur Me prendraient dans leurs bras et m'aimeraient Mais tu peux bien avoir un cur Et pourtant m'abandonner comme une inconnue
Et tous ceux qui ont un cur me comprendront Oui, tous ceux qui ont un cur pleureront S'ils ont pleuré rien qu'une seule fois comme moi
Et tous ceux qui ont un cur me comprendront Et tous ceux qui ont un cur pleureront S'ils ont pleuré rien qu'une seule fois comme moi
Para el desamor no hay nada curan lo peor no encuentran pócima mejor para el desamor contra el desamor...
Contra el desamor no hay nada la desilusión también gana nada cura el dolor, el dolor del alma no hay remedio a la traición, ni calma un poco de calma...
Para el desamor no hay nada curan lo peor no encuentran pócima mejor para el desamor contra el desamor
Un consuelo ya para el desconsuelo cuando el amor pierde vuelo un alivio ya para el desaliento el auxilio de un fiel sentimiento algún invento....
Para el desamor no hay nada curan lo peor no encuentran pócima mejor para el desamor contra el desamor
Descubran algo que ya acabe con el mal un antídoto del odio...
Para el desamor no hay nada curan lo peor no encuentran pócima mejor para el desamor contra el desamor
Anyone For Tennis Composer(s): Eric Clapton - Martin Sharp Performer(s): Cream
Twice upon a time in the valley of the tears An auctioneer is bidding for a box of fading years And the elephants are dancing on the graves of squealing mice Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?
And the ice creams are all melting on the streets of bloody beer While the beggars stain the pavements with flourescent Christmas cheer And the Bentley-driving guru is putting up his price Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?
And the prophets in the boutiques give out messages of hope With jingle bells and fairy tales and blind colliding scopes And you can tell they're all the same underneath the pretty lies Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?
The yellow Buddhist monk is burning brightly at the zoo You can bring a bowl of rice and then a glass of water too And fate is setting up the chessboard while death rolls out the dice Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?
Desalento
Composer(s): Chico Buarque - Vinícius de Moraes
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
and multiple other artists
Sim, vai e diz Diz assim Que eu chorei Que eu morri De arrependimento Que o meu desalento Já não tem mais fim Vai e diz Diz assim Como sou Infeliz No meu descaminho Diz que estou sozinho E sem saber de mim
Diz que eu estive por pouco Diz a ela que estou louco Pra perdoar Que seja lá como for Por amor Por favor É pra ela voltar
Sim, vai e diz Diz assim Que eu rodei Que eu bebi Que eu caí Que eu não sei Que eu só sei Que cansei, enfim Dos meus desencontros Corre e diz a ela Que eu entrego os pontos
Anyone Can Whistle Composer(s): Stephen Sondheim Performer(s): Stephen Sondheim and multiple other artists
Fay: Anyone can whistle That's what they say Easy Anyone can whistle Any old day Easy It's all so simple Relax, let go, let fly So someone tell me why Can't I? I can dance a tango I can read Greek Easy I can slay a dragon Any old week Easy What's hard is simple What's natural comes hard Maybe you could show me How to let go Lower my guard Learn to be free Maybe if you whistle Whistle for me
I can slay a dragon Any old week Easy What's hard is simple What's natural comes hard Maybe you could show me How to let go Lower my guard Learn to be free Maybe if you whistle Whistle for me
Desafio Do Malandro Composer(s): Chico Buarque Performer(s): Chico Buarque
Você tá pensando que é da alta sociedade Ou vai montar exposição de souvenir de gringo Ou foi fazer a fé no bingo em chá de caridade Eu não sei não , eu não sei não Só sei que você vem com five o'clock, very well, my friend A curriola leva um choque, nego não entende E deita e rola e sai comentando Que grande malandro é você Você tá fazendo piada ou vai querer que eu chore A sua estampa eu já conheço do museu do império Ou mausoléu de cemitério, ou feira de folclore Eu não sei não Só sei que você vem com reco-reco, berimbau, farofa A curriola tem um treco, nego faz galhofa E deita e rola e sai comentando Que grande malandro é você Você que era um sujeito tipo jovial Agora até mudou de nome Você infelizmente continua igual Fala bonito e passa fome Vai ver que ainda vai virar trabalhador Que horror Trabalho a minha nega e morro de calor Falta malandro se casar e ser avô Você não sabe nem o que é o amor Malandro infeliz Amor igual ao seu, malandro tem quarenta e não diz Respeite uma mulher que é boa e me sustenta Ela já foi aposentada Ela me alisa e me alimenta A bolsa dela tá furada E a sua mãe tá na rua Se você nunca teve mãe, eu não posso falar da sua Eu não vou sujar a navalha nem sair no tapa É mais sutil sumir da Lapa Eu não jogo a toalha Onde é que acaba essa batalha? Em fundo de caçapa Eu não sei não, eu não sei não Só sei que você perde a compostura quando eu pego o taco A curriola não segura, nego coça o saco E deita e rola e sai comentando que grande malandro é você
