Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Atomic Dog Composer(s): David Spradley - George Clinton - Garry Shider First release by: George Clinton - 1982
Yeah, this is a story of a famous dog For the dog that chases its tail will be dizzy These are clapping dogs, rhythmic dogs Harmonic dogs, house dogs, street dogs Dog of the world unite Dancin' dogs Yeah Countin' dogs, funky dogs Nasty dogs (Dog)
Atomic dog Atomic dog
Like the boys When they're out there walkin' the streets May compete Nothin' but the dog in ya
Domino
((French Version: Domino (André Claveau) - 1950))
Composer(s): Louis Ferrari - Don Raye
Performer(s): Bing Crosby - 1951
and multiple other artists
Domino, Domino, you're an angel that heaven has sent me Domino, Domino, you're a devil designed to torment me When your heart must know that I love you so Tell me why, tell me why, why do you make me cry, Domino
Domino, Domino, won't you tell me you'll never desert me? Domino, Domino, if you stay I don't care how you hurt me Fate has made you so, you can't change, I know You can't change, though you try, but then neither can I, Domino
Just one look in your eyes and I melt with desire Just a touch of your hands and I burst into fire And my whole world fills with music when I'm lost in your embrace
But I know that you're fickle and I'm not misled Each attractive new face that you see turns your head And it scares me that tomorrow, someone else may take my place
Domino, Domino, you're an angel that heaven has sent me Domino, Domino, you're a devil designed to torment me When your heart must know that I love you so Tell me why, tell me why, why do you make me cry, Domino
Domino, Domino, I'll forgive anything that you do Domino, Domino, nothing matters if I have you
Atlantis ((Italian Version: Atlantis (by Augusto Righetti) - 1969)) Composer(s): Donovan First release by: Donovan - 1968
The continent of Atlantis was an island which lay before the great flood in the area we now call the Atlantic Ocean So great an area of land, that from her western shores those beautiful sailors journeyed to the South and the North Americas with ease in their ships with painted sails.
To the East Africa was a neighbour, across a short strait of sea miles The great Egyptian age is but a remnant of The Atlantian culture The antediluvian kings colonised the world All the God's who play in the mythological dramas In all legends from all lands were from fair Atlantis Knowing her fate, Atlantis sent out ships to all corners of the Earth On board were the Twelve The poet, the physician, the farmer, the scientist The magician and the other so-called God's of our legends Though God's they were And as the elders of our time choose to remain blind Let us rejoice and let us sing and dance and ring in the new Hail Atlantis! Way down below the ocean where I want to be she may be (5x) My antediluvian baby, oh yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah I want to see you some day My antediluvian baby, oh yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah My antediluvian baby, My antediluvian baby, I love you, girl Girl, I want to see you some day My antediluvian baby, oh yeah I want to see you some day, oh My antediluvian baby My antediluvian baby, I want to see you My antediluvian baby, got to tell me where she gone I want to see you some day Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, oh yeah Oh glub glub, down down, yeah My antediluvian baby, oh yeah yeah yeah yeah
Domino
((English Version: Domino (Bing Crosby) - 1951))
Composer(s): Louis Ferrari - Don Raye - Jacques Plante
Performer(s): André Claveau - 1950
and multiple other artists
Le printemps chante en moi, Dominique Le soleil s'est fait beau J'ai le cur comme un' boite à musique J'ai besoin de toi De tes mains sur moi De ton corps doux et chaud J'ai envie d'être aimée Domino Méfie-toi, mon amour, je t'ai trop pardonné J'ai perdu plus de nuits que tu m'en as données Bien plus d'heures A attendre, qu'à te prendre sur mon cur Il se peut qu'à mon tour je te fasse du mal Tu m'en as fait toi-même et ça t'est bien égal Tu t'amuses de mes peines, et je m'use de t'aimer
Domino Domino Le printemps chante en moi, Dominique Le soleil s'est fait beau J'ai le cur comme un' boite à musique J'ai besoin de toi De tes mains sur moi De ton corps doux et chaud J'ai envie d'être aimée Domino Il est une pensée que je ne souffre pas C'est qu'on puisse me prendre ma place en tes bras Je supporte bien des choses, mais à force c'en est trop... Et qu'une autre ait l'idée de me voler mon bien Je ne donne pas cher de ses jours et des tiens Je regarde qui t'entoure prends bien garde mon amour
Domino Domino J'ai bien tort de me mettre en colère Avec toi, Domino Je sais trop qu'il n'y a rien à faire T'as le cur léger Tu ne peux changer Mais je t'aime, que veux-tu? Je ne peux pas changer, moi non plus Domino, Domino Je pardonne toujours, mais reviens Domino, Domino Et je ne te dirai plus rien
Atlantic Ocean Composer(s): Ian MacMillan Performer(s): Blue
I could sail across the water If I ever wanted to But I don't mind wasting time 'cause I'm still in love with you
You don't understand the problem You don't know the way I feel inside So come on home And treat me wrong 'cause I'm still in love with you
Hey, and I don't mind losing time 'cause I'm still in love with you Yes I'm still in love with you
I could sail away tomorrow If I ever wanted to But I don't mind wasting time 'cause I'm still in love with ... Yes I'm still in love with ... 'cause I'm still in love with you
Dominique, nique, nique
S'en allait tout simplement
Routier pauvre et chantant
En tous chemins, en tous lieux
Il ne parle que du bon Dieu
A l'époque où Jean Sans Terre
D'Angleterre était roi
Dominique, notre Père
Combattit les Albigeois
Dominique, nique, nique
S'en allait tout simplement
Routier pauvre et chantant
En tous chemins, en tous lieux
Il ne parle que du bon Dieu
Certain jour un hérétique
Par des ronces le conduit
Mais notre Père Dominique
Par sa joie le convertit
Dominique, nique, nique
S'en allait tout simplement
Routier pauvre et chantant
En tous chemins, en tous lieux
Il ne parle que du bon Dieu
Ni chameau, ni diligence
Il parcourt l'Europe à pied
Scandinavie ou Provence
Dans la sainte pauvreté
Dominique, nique, nique
S'en allait tout simplement
Routier pauvre et chantant
En tous chemins, en tous lieux
Il ne parle que du bon Dieu
Enflamma de toute écoles
Filles et garçons pleins d'ardeur
Et pour semer la Parole
Inventa les Frères Prêcheurs
Dominique, nique, nique
S'en allait tout simplement
Routier pauvre et chantant
En tous chemins, en tous lieux
Il ne parle que du bon Dieu
Chez Dominique et Ses Frères
Le pain s'en vint à manquer
Et deux anges se présentèrent
Portant deux grands pains dorés
Dominique, nique, nique
S'en allait tout simplement
Routier pauvre et chantant
En tous chemins, en tous lieux
Il ne parle que du bon Dieu
Dominique vit en rêve
Les prêcheurs du monde entier
Sous le manteau de la Vierge
En grand nombre rassemblés
Dominique, nique, nique
S'en allait tout simplement
Routier pauvre et chantant
En tous chemins, en tous lieux
Il ne parle que du bon Dieu
Dominique, mon bon Père
Garde-nous simples et gais
Pour annoncer à nos frères
La Vie et La Vérité
Dominique, nique, nique
S'en allait tout simplement
Routier pauvre et chantant
En tous chemins, en tous lieux
Il ne parle que du bon Dieu
Atlantic City Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen First release by: Bruce Springsteen - 1982 Covered by multiple other artists
Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night Now they blew up his house too Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight Gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state And the D.A. can't get no relief Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade And the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
Well now everything dies baby that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Well I got a job and tried to put my money away But I got debts that no honest man can pay So I drew what I had from the Central Trust And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus
Well now everything dies baby that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold But with you forever I'll stay We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold So put on your stockin's baby `cause the night's getting cold And everything dies baby that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Now I been lookin' for a job but it's hard to find Down here it's just winners and losers And don't get caught on the wrong side of that line Well I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end So honey last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a little favor for him Well I guess everything dies baby that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your hair up nice and set up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Dominique, nique, nique, over the land he plods
And sings a little song
Never asking for reward
He just talks about the Lord
He just talks about the Lord
At a time when Johnny Lackland
Over England was the King
Dominique was in the backland
Fighting sin like anything
Now a heretic, one day
Among the thorns forced him to crawl
Dominique with just one prayer
Made him hear the good Lord's call
Without horse or fancy wagon
He crossed Europe up and down
Poverty was his companion
As he walked from town to town
To bring back the straying liars
And the lost sheep to the fold
He brought forth the Preaching Friars
Heaven's soldier's, brave and bold
One day, in the budding Order
There was nothing left to eat
Suddenly two angels walked in
With a loaf of bread and meat
Dominique once, in his slumber
Saw the Virgin's coat unfurled
Over Frairs without number
Preaching all around the world
Grant us now, oh Dominique
The grace of love and simple mirth
That we all may help to quicken
Godly life and truth on earth
Atlantic Avenue Composer(s): Roger Ball - Steve Ferrone - Alan Gorrie - Onnie McIntyre - Hamish Stuart Performer(s): The Average White Band
Here I am, strolling down Atlantic Avenue With the sunlight in my eyes Here I am, and there's nothing I would rather do When I want some peace of mind I leave the smoke of Rio behind, as the evening starts to fly I want to feel the ocean breeze, where the mountains kiss the sky
So come on, down Atlantic Avenue Let the samba take a hold of you 'Cause I know there is no place like the Avenue When the music gets a hold of you
Dive along to Ipanema there's always time to spare Forget the troubles of the world, when they get to much to bear Won't you please come on Atlantic Avenue
Flying down to Rio Never thought I would be, walking by the ocean here today, no Pretty soon I've got to leave, but I know my heart will stay, ooh Atlantic Avenue Here I am strolling down Atlantic Avenue Here I am, and there's nothing I would rather do When I want some peace of mind So come on, down Atlantic Avenue Let the samba take a hold of you Here I am strolling down Atlantic Avenue Here I am, and there's nothing I would rather do When I want some peace of mind So come on, down Atlantic Avenue Let the samba take a hold of you
Dominieke, nieke, nieke Trok eenvoudig erop uit Gods naam bezong hij luid Iedere stad en ieder oord Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord
Jarenlang waren er in Frankrijk dal die grenzen zeer verspreid En Dominicus onze vader trok toen tegen hen te strijd
Dominieke, nieke, nieke Trok eenvoudig erop uit Gods naam bezong hij luid Iedere stad en ieder oord Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord
Op een keer stapte hij zingend blootvoets door de distels heen En zijn gids het was een ketter werd daardoor bekeerd meteen
Dominieke, nieke, nieke Trok eenvoudig erop uit Gods naam bezong hij luid Iedere stad en ieder oord Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord
Zonder paard of diligence trekt hij zo Europa door Scandinavië, Provence, en zijn armoe gaat hem voor
Dominieke, nieke, nieke Trok eenvoudig erop uit Gods naam bezong hij luid Iedere stad en ieder oord Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord
Jongens, meisjes vol van geest blijft luisteren naar dit nieuw geluid En zo vond dan ook Dominicus toen de predikheren uit
Dominieke, nieke, nieke Trok eenvoudig erop uit Gods naam bezong hij luid Iedere stad en ieder oord Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord
Op een dag zaten Dominicus en zijn broeders zonder brood Toen een groep van stralend engelen verse broden hen aanbood
Dominieke, nieke, nieke Trok eenvoudig erop uit Gods naam bezong hij luid Iedere stad en ieder oord Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord
In zijn dromen zag Dominicus alle predikers der aard Beschermd door Marias mantel hadden zij zich daar vergaard
Dominieke, nieke, nieke Trok eenvoudig erop uit Gods naam bezong hij luid Iedere stad en ieder oord Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord
Oh Dominicus, goede vader, houdt ons blij, eenvoudig, fris Om het mensdom aan te tonen wat het ware leven is
Dominic
Composer(s): Sid Wayne - Ben Weisman
Performer(s): Elvis Presley
Dominic Dominic, Dominic why are you stallin' Don't you hear love callin' to you Moo, moo, move your little foot do
Dominic, Dominic pick one of them ticker There's acres and acres to choose Oh, oh, only a fool would refuse
I, I, If I had your trouble Life would be double good sweet There'd be no grass growin' under my feet
Listen Dominic, Dominic when will you hunger You ain't gettin' younger my friend Love, love, love 'em all right to the end
I, I, I can't understand you, leavin' them beauties forlorn It's time to take the old bull by the horn Come on Dominic, Dominic, they're itchin' and twitchin' Better start pickin' some woo Moo, moo, move your little foot do!
A-Tisket, A-Tasket Composer(s): Van Alexander - Ella Fitzgerald Performer(s): Ella Fitzgerald and multiple other artists
A-tisket a-tasket A brown-and-yellow basket I sent a letter to my mommie On the way I dropped it
I dropped it, I dropped it Yes, on the way I dropped it A little girlie picked it up And put it in her pocket
She was truckin' on down the avenue With not a single thing to do She went peck, peck, peckin' all around When she spied it on the ground
She took it, she took it My little yellow basket And if she doesn't bring it back I think that I will die
A-tisket a-tasket I lost my yellow basket And if that girlie dont return it Dont know what Ill do
Oh dear I wonder where my basket could be (So do we, So do we, So do we, So do we, So do we) Oh gee I wish that little girl I could see (So do we, So do we, So do we, So do we, So do we)
Oh why was I so careless with that basket of mine That itty-bitty basket was a joy of mine
A-tisket a-tasket I lost my yellow basket Wont someone help me find my basket And make me happy again
(Was it green?) No, no, no, no (Was it red?) No, no, no, no (Was it blue?) No, no, no, no Just a little yellow basket
Ate Segunda Feira Composer(s): Chico Buarque Performer(s): Gilberto Puente
Sei que a noite inteira eu vou cantar Até segunda-feira Quando volto a trabalhar, morena Sei que não preciso me inquietar Até sefundo aviso Você prometeu me amar
Por isso eu conto A quem encontro Pela rua Que meu samba é seu amigo Que a minha casa é sua Que meu peito é seu abrigo Meu trabalho, seu sossego Seu abraço, meu emprego Quando chego no meu lar, morena
Domingo E' Pobre Composer(s): Horacio Guarany Performer(s): Horacio Guarany
Pa' qué habrán hecho el domingo tan solo pa' verme triste domingo e' pobre y sin perro pa' dirme a toriar al pueblo pa' qué habrán hecho el domingo sólo pa' verme llorar Los gurisitos descalzos me miran porque hace frío yo también estoy mirando y el corazón va llorando Pa' un litro vino e' vino me alcanza el vino me hace olvidar Jornal rural que no alcanza ni pa' encordar la guitarra pa' colmo, el oscuro pampa se me anda poniendo viejo Pa' un litro e' vino me alcanza el vino me hace olvidar Pa' qué habrán hecho el domingo sólo pa' verme llorar...
Até Pensei Composer(s): Chico Buarque Performer(s): Chico Buarque and multiple other artists
Junto à minha rua havia um bosque Que um muro alto proibia Lá todo balão caia Toda maçã nascia E o dono do bosque nem via Do lado de lá tanta aventura E eu a espreitar na noite escura A dedilhar essa modinha A felicidade Morava tão vizinha Que, de tolo Até pensei que fosse minha
Junto a mim morava a minha amada Com olhos claros como o dia Lá o meu olhar vivia De sonho e fantasia E a dono dos olhos nem via Do lado de lá tanta ventura E eu a esperar pela ternura Que a a enganar nuca me via Eu andava pobre Tão pobre de carinho Que, de tolo Até pensei que fosse minha
Toda a dor da vida Me ensinou essa modinha Que, de tolo Até pensei que fosse minha
On s'aimera ce soir ou bien domani On s'aimera ce soir ou bien demain Que tu m'appelles Jean ou bien Giovanni C'est toi qui tiens domani dans tes mains
Tu souris et Paris devient Napoli Tu me dis les douceurs d'Italie Que se disaient ton père et ta mère Et tutt i paesani Tous les amants d'hier et de domani Et demain des anneaux pour unir nos mains Nous ferons la joie des carillons Et tu verras ton père et ta mère Et tutt i paesani Ouvrir le bal de notre amour domani On s'aimera ce soir ou bien domani On s'aimera ce soir ou bien demain L'amour battra des mains ou bien des "mani" Quand tu mettras tes "mani" dans tes mains
On s'aimera ce soir ou bien domani On s'aimera ce soir ou bien demain L'amour battra des mains ou bien des "mani" Quand tu mettras tes "mani" dans mes mains
C'est ainsi qu'à Paris ou à Napoli Notre amour grandira chaque jour Entouré de ton père ta mère Et tutti nos bambini Nous chanterons avec la vie domani Domani, domani, domani
Até O Fim Composer(s): Chico Buarque Performer(s): Chico Buarque; Ney Matogrosso
Quando nasci veio um anjo safado O chato dum querubim E decretou que eu tava predestinado A ser errado assim Já de saída a minha estrada entortou Mas vou até o fim
Inda garoto deixei de ir à escola Cassaram meu boletim Não sou ladrão, eu não sou bom de bola Nem posso ouvir clarim Um bom futuro é o que jamais me esperou Mas vou até o fim
Eu bem que tenho ensaiado um progresso Virei cantor de festim Mamão contou que eu faço um bruto sucesso Em Quixeramobim Não sei como o maracatu começou Mas vou até o fim
Por conta de umas questões paralelas Quebraram meu bandolim Não querem mais ouvir as minhas mazelas E a minha voz chinfrim Criei barriga, minha mula empacou Mas vou até o fim
Não tem cigarro, acabou minha renda Deu praga no meu capim Minha mulher fugiu com o dono da venda O que será de mim? Eu já nem lembro pronde mesmo que vou Mas vou até o fim
Como já disse era um anjo safado O chato dum querubim Que decretou que eu tava predestinado A ser todo ruim Já de saída minha estrada entortou Mas vou até o fim
Domani (Tomorrow)
((French Version: Domani (Georges Guétarny))
Composer(s): Ulpio Minucci - Tony Velona
Performer(s): Julius LaRosa - 1955
Maybe you'll fall in love with me Domani Maybe tomorrow night the sun will shine I'll change my name from Johnny to Giovanni If you will say Domani, you'll be mine
Come to me, Senorina from Italy Hear my plea and I'll hire the hall All your Uncles and Aunts And Ma and Pa and your Paisani They all agree that we should wed Domani
You are so super duper bravissimo Don't say no or my poor heart you'll break 'Cause your Uncles and Aunts And your Ma and Pa and your Paisani They all agree that we should wed, Domani
