Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Margherita Composer(s): Riccardo Cocciante; Marco Luberti Originally performed by: Riccardo Cocciante Covered by various other artists
Io non posso stare fermo con le mani nelle mani tante cose devo fare prima che venga domani e se lei già sta dormendo io non posso riposare farò in modo che al risveglio non mi possa più scordare Perché questa lunga notte, non sia nera più del nero fatti grande dolce luna e riempi il cielo intero e perché quel suo sorriso possa ritornare ancora splendi sole domattina come non hai fatto ancora
E per poi farle cantare, le canzoni che ha imparato io le costruirò un silenzio che nessuno ha mai sentito sveglierò tutti gli amanti, parlerò per ore ed ore abbracciamoci più forte, perché lei vuole l'amore
Poi corriamo per le strade e mettiamoci a ballare perché lei vuole la gioia, perché lei odia il rancore e poi coi secchi di vernice coloriamo tutti i muri case, vicoli e palazzi, perché lei ama i colori raccogliamo tutti i fiori, che può darci primavera costruiamole una culla, per amarci quando è sera poi saliamo su nel cielo, e prendiamole una stella perché Margherita è buona, perché Margherita è bella
Perché Margherita è dolce, perché Margherita è vera perché Margherita ama, e lo fa una notte intera perché Margherita è un sogno, perché Margherita è il sale perché Margherita è il vento e non sa che può far male perché Margherita è tutto, ed è lei la mia pazzia Margherita, Margherita...Margherita...adesso è mia...
We fell in love and I made you the world I spent all my time tryin' to satisfy you, girl Just one thing that I can't figure out Closer I get, farther baby I am out
30 days, 30 days out Well I'm six days runnin' but I'm 30 days out 30 days, 30 days out With every kiss you leave a little shadow of doubt
The roof was leakin' honey where we live And I'm wonderin' what's that something that you won't give I started loving you but I gotta stop You got me mostly waitin' for that other shoe to drop
30 days, 30 days out You keep me six days runnin' but I'm 30 days out 30 days, 30 days out With every kiss you leave a little shadow of doubt
Tried to talk about what's goin' on You just smile and tell me "Baby there ain't nothin' wrong" In your smile there's a sign in red It said "Thousand miles of hard road dead ahead"
30 days, 30 days out Yeah I'm six days runnin' but I'm 30 days out 30 days, 30 days out With every kiss you leave a little shadow of doubt
30 days, 30 days out Well I'm six days runnin' but I'm 30 days out 30 days, 30 days out With every kiss you leave a little shadow of doubt
Margherita Composer(s): Riccardo Cocciante; Marco Luberti; L. Driessen; H. Kooreneef Performer(s): Marco Borsato (Originally performed by: Riccardo Cocciante)
In de verte spreekt een stem Die ik herken van onze ruzies Over kleine misverstanden Over grote desillusies En ik hoor de kille klanken Van jouw ingehouden woede Maar wat kan ik meer dan janken Als ik dit niet kon vermoeden In een waas hoor ik je zeggen Dat je alles op wilt geven Dat je alles met je meeneemt Wat me lief is in dit leven En ik luister hoe jouw woorden Langzaam opgaan in de zinnen Die me treffen als een bliksem Met vernietigende kracht
Deze kilte maakt me gek En dit gevoel is angstaanjagend Maar je woorden malen verder En m`n ogen kijken vragend Waarom zei je mij niet eerder Dat je zo van me vervreemd was Waarom sprak je over liefde Als je nooit van mij gehouden hebt Ik verlies het van de wanhoop En ik voel m`n tranen branden En ik zou niets liever willen Dan m`n hoofd weer in jouw handen Maar wat tot een uur geleden Nog zo veilig heeft geleken Is `n hele grote leugen En `n kaartenhuis gebleken
Het is net of iemand anders In jouw lichaam is gekropen En ik heb niet eens gemerkt Dat ie naar binnen is geslopen Om jouw liefde uit te wissen En m`n wereld te vernielen Wil er niemand me vertellen Dat ik alles heb gedroomd
30,000 Pounds Of Bananas Composer(s): Harry Chapin Performer(s): Harry Chapin
It was just after dark when the truck started down the hill that leads into Scranton Pennsylvania Carrying thirty thousand pounds of bananas Carrying thirty thousand pounds (hit it Big John) of bananas
He was a young driver just out on his second job And he was carrying the next day's pasty fruits for everyone in that coal-scarred city where children play without despair in backyard slag-piles and folks manage to eat each day about thirty thousand pounds of bananas Yes, just about thirty thousand pounds (scream it again, John)
He passed a sign that he should have seen saying "shift to low gear, a fifty dollar fine my friend." He was thinking perhaps about the warm-breathed woman who was waiting at the journey's end He started down the two mile drop the curving road that wound from the top of the hill He was pushing on through the shortening miles that ran down to the depot Just a few more miles to go then he'd go home and have her ease his long, cramped day away and the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas Yes the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas
He was picking speed as the city spread its twinkling lights below him But he paid no heed as the shivering thoughts of the nights delights went through him His foot nudged the brakes to slow him down But the pedal floored easy without a sound He said "Christ!" It was funny how he had named the only man who could save him now He was trapped inside a dead-end hellslide riding on his fear-hunched back was every one of those yellow green I'm telling you thirty thousand pounds of bananas Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of bananas
He barely made the sweeping curve that led into the steepest grade And he missed the thankful passing bus at ninety miles an hour And he said "God, make it a dream!" as he rode his last ride down And he said "God, make it a dream!" as he rode his last ride down And he sideswiped nineteen neat parked cars clipped off thirteen telephone poles hit two houses, bruised eight trees and Blue-Crossed seven people it was then he lost his head not to mention an arm or two before he stopped And he slid for four hundred yards along the hill that leads into Scranton, Pennsylvania All those thirty thousand pounds of bananas
You know the man who told me about it on the bus as it went up the hill out of Scranton, Pennsylvania he shrugged his shoulders, he shook his head and he said (and this is exactly what he said) "Boy that sure must've been something Just imagine thirty thousand pounds of bananas Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of mashed bananas Of bananas, bananas, just bananas Thirty thousand pounds of Bananas, not no driver now, just bananas!"
Margaritaville Composer(s): Jimmy Buffett Performer(s): Jimmy Buffett
Nibblin' on sponge cake Watching the sun bake All of those tourists covered with oil Strumming my six-string On my front porch swing Smell those shrimp, they're beginning to boil
Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searching for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame But I know It's nobody's fault
I don't know the reason I stayed here all season Nothing to show but this brand new tattoo But it's a real beauty A Mexican cutie How it got here I haven't a clue
Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searching for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame Now I think Hell, it could be my fault
I blew out my flip-flop Stepped on a pop-top Cut my heal had to cruise on back home But there's booze in the blender And soon it will render That frozen concoction that helps me hang on
Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searching for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame But I know It's my own damned fault
Yes and some people claim that there's a woman to blame And I know It's my owned damned fault
30th Century Man Composer(s): Scott Walker Performer(s): Scott Walker
See the dwarves and see the giants Which one would you choose to be? And if you can't get that together Here's the answer, here's the key You can freeze Like a 30th century man Like a 30th century man Play it cool Like a 30th century man Like a 30th century man I'll save my breath and take it with me 'Til a hundred years or so Shame you won't be there to see me Shaking hands with Charles DeGaulle Play it cool and surrender up all you can Be a 30th century man You can freeze like a 30th century man Be a 30th century man High, high Be a 30th century man Play it cool Be a 30th century man You can freeze Be a 30th century man Play it cool Be a 30th century man ??? See the dwarves and see the giants Which one would you choose to be? And if you can't get that together Here's the answer, here's the key You can freeze like a 30th century man Be a 30th century man You play it cool And surrender off all you can Be a 30th century man You can freeze like a 30th century man Be a 30th century man You play it cool like a 30th century man Be a 30th century man You can freeze And surrender off all you can Be a 30th century man
Mambo No. 5 (A Little Bit Of ...) Composer(s): Lou Bega; Pérez Prado; Zippy Performer(s): Lou Bega
Ladies and gentlemen This is Mambo No.5
One, two, three, four, five Everybody in the car, so come on Lets ride to the liqueur-store around the corner The boys say they want some gin and juice But I really dont wanna Beerbust like I had last week I must stay deep Because talk is cheap I like Angela, Pamela, Sandra and Rita And as I continue you know They are getting sweeter So what can I do I really beg and you my Lord To me flirting its just like sport, anything fly Its all good let me dump it Please set in the trumpet
Refrain: A little bit of Mardi Gras in my life A little bit of Erica by my side A little bit of Rita is all I need A little bit of Tina is what I see A little bit of Sandra in the sun A little bit of Mary all night long A little bit of Jessica here I am A little bit of you makes me your man
Mambo No.5
Jump up and down go and move it all around Shake your head to the sound Put your hand on the ground Take one step left And one step right One to the front and one to the side Clap your hands once And clap your hands twice And if it looks like this Then you are doing it right
Refrain Trumpet The trumpet Mambo No.5
Refrain
I do all To fall in love with a girl like you You cant run and you cant hide You and me gonna touch the sky
32-20 Blues Composer(s): Skip James Performer(s): Robert Johnson
If I send for my baby, and she don't come If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none
And if she gets unruly, thinks she don't wan' do And if she gets unruly and thinks she don't wan' do Take my 32-20, now, and cut her half in two
She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light I got a 32-20, got to make the caps alright
If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none
I'm gonna shoot my pistol, gonna shoot my gatling I'm gonna shoot my pistol, gotta shoot my gatling gun You made me love you, now your man have come
Aha, baby, where you stayed last night Aha, baby, where you stayed last night You got your hair all tangled and you ain't talking right
Her .38 special, boys, it do very well Her .38 special, boys, it do very well I got a 32-20 now, and it's a burning
If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Wisconsin sure can't help her none
Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night You didn't come home until the sun was shining bright
A-ho boy, I just can't take my rest A-ho boy, I just can't take my rest With this 32-20 laying up and down my breast
Marcie in a coat of flowers Steps inside a candy store Reds are sweet and greens are sour Still no letter at her door So she'll wash her flower curtains Hang them in the wind to dry Dust her tables with his shirt and Wave another day goodbye
Marcie's faucet needs a plumber Marcie's sorrow needs a man Red is autumn green is summer Greens are turning and the sand All along the ocean beaches Stares up empty at the sky Marcie buys a bag of peaches Stops a postman passing by And summer goes Falls to the sidewalk like string and brown paper Winter blows Up from the river there's no one to take her To the sea
Marcie dresses warm its snowing Takes a yellow cab uptown Red is stop and green's for going Sees a show and rides back down Down along the Hudson River Past the shipyards in the cold Still no letter's been delivered Still the winter days unfold Like magazines Fading in dusty grey attics and cellars Make a dream Dream back to summer and hear how he tells her Wait for me
Marcie leaves and doesn't tell us Where or why she moved away Red is angry green is jealous That was all she had to say Someone thought they saw her Sunday Window shopping in the rain Someone heard she bought a one-way ticket And went west again
Marchand De Fruits Composer(s): Jean-Yves Gran Performer(s): Dalida
J'ai tous les fruits de la terre Les plus doux, les plus doux, les plus doux Je ne les vends pas bien cher Quelque sous, quelque sous, quelque sous J'ai tous les fruits de la terre Les plus doux, les plus doux, les plus doux Ils n'ont traversés la mer Que pour vous, que pour vous, que pour vous
Vous emporterez chez vous tous les goûts quelle senteur Que nous apporte la houle les matins chargés de fleurs Vous emporterez aussi une grappe de soleil qui scintille à l'infini Sur les branches dés le réveil
Et moi et moi sur un bateau tout blanc J'irai là bas parer d'or et d'argent Et là et là j'écouterai en rêvant Pour moi pour moi crié tous les marchands
J'ai tous les fruits de la terre Les plus doux, les plus doux, les plus doux Je ne les vends pas bien cher Quelque sous, quelque sous, quelque sous J'ai tous les fruits de la terre Les plus doux, les plus doux, les plus doux Ils n'ont traversé la mer Que pour vous, que pour vous, que pour vous
Vous emporterez chez vous un reflet de l'océan Qui danse devant la proue d'un navire insouciant Vous emporterez aussi une brasse de sourire Que les enfants de mon île m'ont donnés pour vous offrir
Et moi et moi sur un bateau tout blanc J'irai là bas parer d'or et d'argent Et là et là j'écouterai en rêvant Pour moi, pour moi crié tous les marchands
J'ai tous les fruits de la terre Les plus doux, les plus, les plus doux Je ne les vends pas bien cher Quelque sous, quelque sous, quelque sous J'ai tous les fruits de la terre Les plus doux, les plus doux, les plus doux Ils n'ont traversés la mer Que pour vous, que pour vous, que pour vous!
Marcha De Los Pobladores Composer(s): Victor Jara Performer(s): Victor Jara
Poblador compañero poblador seguiremos avanzando hasta el final poblador compañero poblador por los hijos, por la patria y el hogar poblador compañero poblador ahora la historia es para ti con techo, abrigo y pan marchemos juntos al porvenir Poblador compañero poblador con las banderas del gobierno popular poblador compañero poblador por los hijos, por la patria y el hogar poblador compañero poblador ahora la historia es para ti con techo, abrigo y pan marchemos juntos al porvenir
Sin techo, es como vivir sin pan sin pan, es como vivir sin vida sin razon, sin fe, sin justicia sin esperanza, sin alegria Con techo, la vida es mucho mejor mejor, con nuestra organizacion para los que no han nacido trabajemos siempre unidos y sera Chile el gran hogar
Poblador compañero poblador seguiremos avanzando hasta el final poblador compañero poblador por los hijos, por la patria y el hogar poblador compañero poblador ahora la historia es para ti con techo, abrigo y pan marchemos juntos al porvenir Poblador compañero poblador con las banderas del gobierno popular poblador compañero poblador por los hijos, por la patria y el hogar poblador compañero poblador ahora la historia es para ti con techo, abrigo y pan marchemos juntos al porvenir
'39 Composer(s): Brian May; Queen Performer(s): Queen
'In the year of thirty-nine' Assembled here the volunteers In the days when lands were few Here the ship sailed out into the blue and sunny morn The sweetest sight ever seen And the night followed day And the story tellers say That the score brave souls inside For many a lonely day Sailed across the milky seas Never looked back never feared never cried
Don't you here my call Thought you're many years away Don't you hear me calling you Write your letters in the sand For the day I'll take your hand In the land that our grand-children knew
'In the year of thirty-nine' Came a ship in from the blue The volunteers came home that day And they bring good news Of a world so newly born Though their hearts so heavily weigh For the earth is old and grey Little darlin' we'll away But my love this cannot be Oh so many years have gone Though I'm older than a year Your mothers eyes from your eyes cry to me
Don't you hear my call Though you're may years away Don't you hear me calling you Write your letters in the sand For the day I'll take you hand In the land that our grand-children knew
Don't you hear my call Though you're may years away Don't you hear me calling you All your letters in the sand Cannot heal me like your hand For my life still ahead pity me
Hagamos una rueda una bandada de locos sin colmillos un coro de solitarios y de tristes una fanfarria de genios indispuestos una horda primitiva con camisas
¿porqué no hacemos algo que tenga que ver? ya estoy cansado de cansarme de cantar
Hagamos una rueda los que se comen las uñas en la clase los que montan a los trenes sin boleto los que rompemos cristales a pedradras los que pellizcan a todas las mujeres
hagamos una rueda en L y 23 a ver si la gente se embulla a no vagar
Hagamos una rueda y vamos a recoger a los que bostezan y vamos a incorporar a los papagayos y vamos a darles cuerda por un siglo
hacer una rueda sale muy barato y los tacaños no se tiene que asustar sólo tenemos que salir juntos de aquí
hagamos una rueda o acaso una ruedita como una semillita
Non È Casa Mia Dutch & French Titles:
Zelfs Al Kwam Je Terug; Même Si Tu Revenais Composer(s): Bernard Kesselair; L. Konyn; D. Silver Performer(s): Dalida
(Originally performed by: Claude François)
Qualche mese fa, avrei detto mai Ma i ricordi poi, m'hanno detto vai Son tornata qui, fuori di città Non volevo ma, sono quà Questo viale io, lo conosco già Quella casa li, la conosco già Abitava qui, la felicità Ci stavamo noi tempo fà
Ma da quando sei andato via Questa no non è casa mia Visto che non tornavi più Son partita anch'io come hai fatto tu
Ma se un giorno tu, ci ripenserai E i ricordi tuoi, ti siranno vai Non cercare qui, la felicità Se n'è andata via, tempo fà Tu non troverai, rose nel giardino Tu non troverai, fuoco nel camino Tutto è chiuso qui, da un'eternità E la polvere, ti dirai
Che da quando sei andato via Questa no, non è casa mia Visto che, non mi amavi più Son partita anch'io come hai futto tu E da quando sei andato via Questa no, non è casa mia Visto che non mi amavi più Son partita anch'io, Come hai fatto tu Che da quando sei andato via Questa no, non è casa mia Visto che, non mi amavi più Son partita anch'io come hai futto tu E da quando sei andato via Questa no...
3-D Composer(s): Rick Nielsen Performer(s): Cheap Trick
Look at me, I appear in the night Look at me, I'm made up of lights Look at me, I am really a sight A sight to behold To hold with your eyes Look at me, I can move like you Look at me, I can zoom in on you Look at me, I can...and scream I can make you laugh, I can make you scream 3-D, the more you look The more you'll see 3-D, the more you The closer I'll see you Look at me, I'm out of control Look at me You can look down my throat Look at me, but can't out just me I'm mind, I'm matter on the video screen Look at me, ooh, the reds and greens Look at me, all the colors so real Look at me, I'll make you laugh And I'll make you scream I'm mind, I'm matter on the video screen 3-D, the more you look The more you'll see 3-D, the more you The closer I'll see you I like what I see I feel good about me You'll like what you see You'll like what you see You'll like what you see You'll like what you see You'll like what you see Well it's in 3-D 3-D, the more you look The more you'll see 3-D, the more you look The more you'll see 3-D, the more you look The more you'll see 3-D, the more you look The closer I'll see you
Maravilha Composer(s): Chico Buarque; Francis Hime Performer(s): Francis Hime
Maravilha Ilha de luz Quero tua cor mulata A tua verde mata Os teus mares azuis Maravilha Também quero o teu bagaço A força do teu braço O afago dos teus calos Quero os teus regalos Encharcados de suor Antilha Ilha de amor Jura que a felicidade É mais que uma vontade É mais que uma quimera Ai, eu quero uma lembrança Eu quero uma esperança A tua primavera Ai, eu quero um teu pedaço Entorna o teu melaço Sobre a minha terra
Non Dimenticar
Italian Title: T'Ho Voluto Bene
Composer(s): Michele Galdieri;
P.G. Redi; Shelley Dobbins
Performer(s): Nat King Cole;
and various other artists
Non dimenticar
Don't forget you are my darling
Don't forget to be
All you mean to me
Non dimenticar
My love is like a star, my darling
Shining bright and clear
Just because you're here
Please do not forget that our lips have met
And I've held you, dear
Was it dreams ago my heart felt this glow
Or only just tonight, dear
Non dimenticar
Although you travel far, my darling
It's my heart you own, so I'll wait alone
Non dimenticar
Se ci separò, se ci allontanò
L'ala del destino
Non ne ho colpa, no, e mi sentiro
Sempre a te vicino
Non dimenticar
Although you travel far, my darling
It's my heart you own, so I'll wait alone
Non dimenticar (Non dimenticar)
3-Minute Rule Composer(s): Beastie Boys Performer(s): Beastie Boys
Stay up all night go to sleep watching Dragnet Never sleep alone because Jimmy's the magnet I'm so rope they call me Mr. Roper When the troubles arise I'm the cool coper On the mic I score just like the Yankees Get over on Ms. Crabtree like my main man Spankee Excuse me young lady I don't mean to trouble ya But you're looking mighty fine inside your B.M.W. I got lucky I brought home a kitten Before I got busy I slipped on the mitten Can't get better odds cause I'm a sure thing Proud Mary keeps on turning rolling like a Ring Ding Jump the turnstile never pay the toll Doo wa diddy bust with the pre-roll Customs jails me over an herb seed Don't rat on your boy over some rat weed I'm out of your back door and into another Your boyfriend doesn't know about me and your mother Not perfect grammar always perfect timing The Mike stands for money and the D. is for diamonds
Roses are red the sky is blue I got my barrel at your neck so what the fuck you gonna do It's just two wheels and me the wind in my eyes The engine is the music and my nine's by my side Cause you know Y. A. U. C. H. I'm takin' all M.C.'s out in the place Takin' life as it comes no fool am I I'm goin' off gettin' paid and I don't ask why Playin' beats on my box makin' music for the many Know alota def girls that would do anything A lot of parents like to think I'm a villain I'm just chillin' like Bob Dylan I smoke cheeba it helps me with my brain I might be a little dusted but I'm not insane People come up to me and they try to talk shit man I've been making records since you were sucking on your mother's dick
Girl you're walking tall now with your fancy clothes You got fancy things going up your nose You get fancy gifts from expensive men You're a dog on a leash like a pig in a pen Mothership connection getting girl's affection If your life needs correction don't follow my direction You got your 8 by 10 your agent your Harley You be driving around Hollywood yes sorry charlie Cause I'm running things like some Mack motherfucker Your only claim to fame is you're a false fake sucker You slip you slack you clock me you lack While I'm reading on the road by my man Jack Kerouac Poetry in motion coconut lotion I had to diss the girl because she got too emotional Are you experienced little girl I want to know what goes on in your little girl world Cause I'm on your mind it's hard to forget me I'll take your pride for a ride if you let me So peace out ya'll I'm PCP so I'm out Full throttle to the bottle and full full clout And I'm out
