Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Cuchilla de palo platillo y loza ollita de barro Si le he comprado a mi cosinera Si le he comprado a mi cosinera Y con mi caja vengo cantando porque ya estamos porque ya estamos
en medio del carnaval Planta de aji, planta y tomate onde estara mi cocinertia hay, tomando mate
Down By The Seaside
Composer(s): Jimmy Page - Robert Plant
First release by: Led Zeppelin - 1975
Down by the seaside, see the boats go sailin' Can the people hear, what the little fish are sayin'? Oh, oh, the people turned away, oh, the people turned away Down in the city streets, see all the folk go racin', racin' No time left, to pass the time of day The people turned away, the people turned away So far away, so far away See how they run, see how they run, see how they run, see how they run Do you still do the twist? Do you find you remember things that well? I wanna tell you, some go twistin' every day Though sometimes it's awful hard to tell Out in the country, hear the people singin' Singin' 'bout their progress, knowin' where they're goin' Oh, oh, oh, oh, the people turned away Yes, the people turned away Sing loud for the sunshine, pray hard for the rain And show your love for Lady Nature, and she will come back again The people turned away The people turned away
La Cloche Composer(s): B. Bower Performer(s): France Gall
Deux guitares, un banjo une cloche Deux guitares, un banjo une cloche Je tape à tour de bras On se moque des doubles croches Quand mes deux frères jouent avec moi
On met tous les disques à succès Puis on essaie de les imiter Ma cloche donne la cadence Croyez-moi une cloche ça balance
Deux guitares, un banjo une cloche Oui ça fait du bruit Pour faire danser tous les amis
Toutes les chansons qu'on joue ensemble Ont toutes un air qui se ressemble On n'est pas toujours modestes On est fiers fiers, de notre orchestre
Deux guitares, un banjo une cloche Nous, ça nous suffit Pour faire danser tous les amis Pour faire danser tous les amis
Down By The Riverside
((Dutch Version: Vrienden Voor 'T Leven (Will Tura) - 1960))
(Traditional)
First recording by: Fisk University Jubilee Singers - 1922
Covered by multiple other artists
I'm gonna lay down my burden, down by the riverside Down by the riverside, down by the riverside I'm gonna lay down my burden, down by the riverside I'm gonna study war no more I ain't a gonna study war no more, I ain't a gonna study war no more I ain't a gonna study war no more, I ain't a gonna study war no more I ain't a gonna study war no more, I ain't a gonna study war no more Well, I'm gonna put on my long white robe (Where?) down by the riverside (Oh)
Down by the riverside, down by the riverside I'm gonna put on my long white robe (Where?) down by the riverside I'm gonna study war no more I ain't a gonna study war no more, I ain't a gonna study war no more I ain't a gonna study war no more, I ain't a gonna study war no more I ain't a gonna study war no more, I ain't a gonna study war no more Well, I'm gonna lay down my sword and shield (Where?) down by the riverside
Down by the riverside, down by the riverside I'm gonna lay down my sword and shield (A-ha) down by the riverside I'm gonna study war no more I ain't a gonna study war no more, I ain't a gonna study war no more I ain't a gonna study war no more, I ain't a gonna study war no more I ain't a gonna study war no more, I ain't a gonna study war no more
La Clave Azul Composer(s): María Teresa Lara Performer(s): Agustín Lara and multiple other artists
Ya se va la clave azul se va el sol de Marabú Ya se va, no volverá jamás, pero jamás la clave azul
Ya se va la clave azul se va el sol de Marabú Ya se va, no volverá jamás, pero jamás la clave azul
Yo te dejo mi canción arrulladora y me llevo tu mirar de gran señora Tu mirada fascinante y misteriosa a través del antifaz color de rosa
Si recoges el rumor de mis querellas temblarán en nuestro idilio las estrellas Mis alondras a tu voz despertarán y mis noches de dolor con tus ojos se iluminarán
Ya se va la clave azul se va el sol de Marabú Ya se va la clave azul se va el sol de Marabú
Se va la clave azul se va la clave azul
Ya se va la clave azul se va el sol de Marabú Ya se va la clave azul se va el sol de Marabú
Down By The River
Composer(s): Neil Young
First release by: Neil Young & Crazy Horse - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists
Be on my side, I'll be on your side There's no reason for us to hide It's so hard for me staying here all alone When you could be taking me for a ride She could drag me over the rainbow And send me away
Down by the river I shot my baby Down by the river Dead
You take my hand, I'll take your hand Together we may get away This much madness is too much sorrow It's impossible to make it today She could drag me over the rainbow And send me away
Down by the river I shot my baby Down by the river Dead
Be on my side, I'll be on your side There's no reason for us to hide It's so hard for me staying here all alone When you could be taking me for a ride
La Ciudad De Los Pibes Sin Calma Composer(s): Fito Páez Performer(s): Fito Páez; No Te Va Gustar
Uoh oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh uohoh uohoh... uoh-oh-oh Esto ya fue antes, hoy y después están en un lugar la ciudad de los pibes sin calma Nada que hacer solamente mover la cabeza al revés y una chica vendrá desde el alba uoh oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh uohoh uohoh... uoh-oh-oh uoh oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh uohoh uohoh... uoh-oh-oh Tengo un rehén atrapado a mis pies algún día escapará protegido por rayos y ratas vamos a ver vengan a conocer no es un sueño mi amor la ciudad de los pibes sin calma (no) uoh oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh uohoh uohoh... uoh-oh-oh uoh oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh uohoh uohoh... uoh-oh-oh La ciudad de los pibes sin calma uoh oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh uohoh uohoh... uoh-oh-oh uoh oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh uohoh uohoh... uoh-oh-oh uoh oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh uohoh uohoh... uoh-oh-oh uoh oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh uohoh uohoh... uoh-oh-oh
Down By The Old Mill Stream
Composer(s): Tell Taylor
Performer(s): Nat King Cole
and multiple other artists
Down by the Old Mill Stream Where I first met you With your eyes of blue Dressed in gingham too It was there I knew That you loved me true You were sixteen, my village queen Down by the old mill stream!
La Ciudad Del Nómada
Composer(s): Pablo Guerrero - Suso Saiz
Performer(s): Pablo Guerrero
Aquí los girasoles no conocen la niebla
aquí los árboles te dan sombras y calma
aquí el mar sabe lo que hemos olvidado
aquí el viajero puede quedarse cuanto quiera
Aquí los sabios son los que gobiernan
aquí amamos el orden del azar de la vida
aquí un sueño tiene tu mismo nombre
aquí el viajero puede quedarse cuanto quiera
Desde todos los siglos
llegan las caravanas a la ciudad del nómada
Aquí la muerte dice nunca, nunca
aquí los ángeles consuelan a los tristes
aquí en los campos crecen amapolas
aquí el viajero puede quedarse cuanto quiera
Aquí son bienvenidos los desesperados
Aquí es nuevo el sabor del pan y el vino
Aquí son espontáneos el trabajo y el día
Aquí el viajero puede quedarse cuanto quiera
Desde todos los siglos
llegan las caravanas a la ciudad del nómada
Down By The Millside Alongside The Hillside (You Made All My Dreams Come True)
Down By The Millside Alongside The Hillside (You Made All My Dreams Come True) Composer(s): Lew Brown; Harry D. Kerr
Dearie today is the day we were wed Just twenty five years ago let's take a trip to the old home today I know that you love it so, we'll wander
I'm going to dress in my new Sunday clothes you wear your new gingham gown We'll get old Dobbin and hitch up the shay for he knows the road from town the old road
Down by the millside, alongside the hillside where I told love's story to you night shades were falling, and song birds were calling as you vowed you'd ever be true (and I sighed as I stood by your side) those were our school days, our old golden rule days today we will live them all through for down by the millside, alongside the hillside you made all my dreams come true
La Città Vecchia Composer(s): Fabrizio de André First release by: Fabrizio de André - 1965 Covered by multiple other artists
Nei quartieri dove il sole del buon Dio non dà i suoi raggi ha già troppi impegni per scaldar la gente d'altri paraggi una bimba canta la canzone antica della donnaccia quello che ancor non sai tu lo imparerai solo qui tra le mie braccia
E se alla sua età le difetterà la competenza presto affinerà le capacità con l'esperienza dove sono andati i tempi di una volta per Giunone quando ci voleva per fare il mestiere anche un po' di vocazione
Una gamba qua, una gamba là, gonfi di vino quattro pensionati mezzo avvelenati al tavolino li troverai là, col tempo che fa, estate e inverno a stratracannare a stramaledire le donne, il tempo ed il governo
Loro cercan là, la felicità dentro a un bicchiere per dimenticare d'esser stati presi per il sedere ci sarà allegria anche in agonia col vino forte porteran sul viso l'ombra di un sorriso tra le braccia della morte
Vecchio professore cosa vai cercando in quel portone forse quella che sola ti può dare una lezione quella che di giorno chiami con disprezzo pubblica moglie Quella che di notte stabilisce il prezzo alle tue voglie
Tu la cercherai, tu la invocherai più di una notte ti alzerai disfatto rimandando tutto al ventisette quando incasserai delapiderai mezza pensione diecimila lire per sentirti dire "micio bello e bamboccione"
Se ti inoltrerai lungo le calate dei vecchi moli In quell'aria spessa carica di sale, gonfia di odori lì ci troverai i ladri gli assassini e il tipo strano quello che ha venduto per tremila lire sua madre a un nano
Se tu penserai, se giudicherai da buon borghese li condannerai a cinquemila anni più le spese ma se capirai, se li cercherai fino in fondo se non sono gigli son pur sempre figli vittime di questo mondo
Down By The Lazy River
Composer(s): Alan Osmond - Wayne Osmond - Merrill Osmond
Performer(s): The Osmonds
What are ya doin' tonight?
Ya got no place to go
Gotta get out of the city
Why dont'cha come along with me?
Mighty fine out tonight
Getcha girl and hold her tight
We can take it nice and easy
you know it won't be long till we'll be, we'll be...
Down by the lazy river
come as you please
Down by the lazy river
one big family
If you're all alone
you won't be long
Just bring your guitar and sing your song
Down by the lazy river
everybody follow me
Better make up your mind
let's get the show on the road
We're gonna have a party
come along or you'll be sorry, sorry
You know there's plenty of room
come on and sing a boom boom boom
We can get nice and cozy
why don'tcha come along and mosey...
And down
I said down
come on down
I'm goin'...
Down by the lazy river
come as you please
Down by the lazy river
one big family
If you're all alone
you won't be long
Just bring your guitar and sing your song
Down by the lazy river...
Il primo pane caldo del mattino l'inchiostro del giornale sulla mano un caffè di fretta e una sigaretta il treno non aspetta La notte sbianca e il buio si colora le case han gli occhi gialli nell'aurora la città degli altri suona il suo richiamo e conta attenta quanti siamo Non so, se un po' più su dei tetti c'è Dio se c'è, è tanto che non passa di qui sta lassù, non sa che in queste strade il cielo non si vede Il giorno è una moneta appena spesa il treno sfonda l'aria verso casa la città degli altri, la città di rabbia scompare in fretta nella nebbia Non so se sopra il mio paese c'è Dio se c'è, l'incontrerò stasera al bar gli dirò, bevendo insieme al banco "Signore, sono stanco!"
Down By The Henry Moore
Composer(s): Murray McLauchlin
First release by: Murray McLauchlin - 1974
I walked down to Kensington Market Bought me a fish to fry I went to the Silver Dollar Looked a stranger in the eye A friend of mine says That he don't think this town's so out of sight But he's got shades 'round his soul And he thinks he's seen the light
Singin' don't you want to keep on moving Don't you want to get undone Don't you want to change from losing Don't you want to have some fun
I went down to the Palm Grove I was jumpin' around the room I was wearing my sneakers down And castin' away my gloom This fat girl come up and grabbed me She sat me on her knee She said you wrote that Farmer's Song And she spilled a drink on me
Singin' don't you want to keep on moving Don't you want to get undone Don't you want to change from losing Don't you want to have some fun
I went down to the Henry Moore Skated all in the Square The moon above my shoulder And the ice was in my hair Alone but never lonely That's how I like to be If you want to have fun Like a rock'n roll bum Don't think the worst of me
Singin' don't you want to keep on moving Don't you want to get undone Don't you want to change from losing Don't you want to have some fun
La Cita Composer(s): J. Compairé - J. Mas Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo
Salgo de la ducha el agua de colonia me recuerda a ti busco algo que ponerme sólo pienso en nuestra cita Llevo todo el día esperando ese momento no te retrases por favor voy contando los segundos fumo mucho estoy nervioso deja de latir tan fuerte, corazón Tengo mucha suerte he llegado a tiempo al auto bus caminando entre la gente voy corriendo a tu encuentro de algún jardín he robado dos violetas son poca cosa, ya lo sé Pero tengo otro regalo un secreto que contarte eres lo que yo esperaba encontrar Cruzo el disco en rojo los frenos de los coches suenan a metal piensan que estoy loco es de alegría entro en el café son las doce y un segundo no te retrases por favor Trato de tranquilizarme todavía no es muy tarde no me importa cuando vengas, pero ven
Down At The Twist And Shout
((Portuguese Version: Sábado Á Noite (Sandy & Júnior))
Composer(s): Mary Chapin Carpenter
Performer(s): Mary Chapin Carpenter
and multiple other artists
Saturday night and the moon is out I wanna head on over to the Twist and Shout Find a two-step partner and a Cajun beat When it lifts me up I'm gonna find my feet Out in the middle of a big dance floor When I hear that fiddle wanna beg for more Gonna dance to a band from a-Lou'sian' tonight
Well I never have wandered down to New Orleans Never have drifted down a bayou stream But I heard that music on the radio And I swore some day I was gonna go Down Highway 10 past Lafayette To Baton Rouge and I won't forget To send you a card with my regrets 'Cause I'm never gonna come back home
Saturday night and the moon is out I wanna head on over to the Twist and Shout Find a two-step partner and a Cajun beat When it lifts me up I'm gonna find my feet Out in the middle of a big dance floor When I hear that fiddle wanna beg for more Gonna dance to a band from a-Lou'sian' tonight
They got a alligator stew and a crawfish pie A golf storm blowin' into town tonight Livin on the delta's quite a show They got hurricane parties every time it blows And here up north it's a cold cold rain And there ain't no cure for my blues today Except when the paper says: Beausoleil is coming into town Baby let's go down
Saturday night and the moon is out I wanna head on over to the Twist and Shout Find a two-step partner and a Cajun beat When it lifts me up I'm gonna find my feet Out in the middle of a big dance floor When I hear that fiddle wanna beg for more Gonna dance to a band from a-Lou'sian' tonight
Bring your mama, bring your papa, bring your sister too They got lots of music and lots of room When they play you a waltz from 1910 You gonna feel a little bit young again Well you learned to dance with your rock'n'roll You learned to swing with a do-si-do But you learn to love at the fais-so-do When you hear a little Jolie Blon
Saturday night and the moon is out I wanna head on over to the Twist and Shout Find a two-step partner and a Cajun beat When it lifts me up I'm gonna find my feet Out in the middle of a big dance floor When I hear that fiddle wanna beg for more Gonna dance to a band from a-Lou'sian' tonight
Y a ceux qui font la chose En regardant l'plafond Ou en comptant les mouches Qui sont su'l'guéridon
Y a ceux qui font la chose En pensant à l'argent Et ceux qui n'pensent à rien Parce que c'est fatiguant
Y a ceux qui font la chose En s'demandant pourquoi Et ceux qui font la chose Comme s'ils étaient en bois
Ceux qui pendant la chose Se mettent à bégayer Et qui s'étonnent après D'avoir des quintuplés
Y a ceux qui font la chose En chantant une chanson En battant la mesure En tapant du talon
Y a ceux qui font la chose Toujours un peu distants Parce que c'est l'seul moyen Pour avoir des enfants
Ceux qui pendant la chose Poussent des cris violents Pour que les voisins croient Qu'ils passent en bon moment Y a ceux qui font la chose Sans passion ni désir Parce que c'est le seul truc Qui fasse vraiment maigrir
Y a ceux qui font la chose Pour battre des records Tous ceux dont les appas Ne sont qu'un livre d'or
Y a ceux qui font la chose Avec des accessoires Qu'ont besoin d'une trompette Ou bien d'une balançoire
Ceux qui lorsque la chose Est déjà terminée Se demandent si la chose Va bientôt commencer
Y a ceux qui font la chose Pas pour les sensations Une seule fois dans l'année Pour les allocations
Ils ont l'il triste le cou tendu Les ratés de la bagatelle Ils font la chose en pardessus Les ratés du fruit défendu
Car tous ceux à qui La chose ne fait rien N'aiment pas ceux à qui La chose fait du bien
Down At The Old Bull And Bush Composer(s): Stu Krone - Andrew B. Sterling - Harry Von Tilzer Performer(s): Florrie Forde
Talk about the shade of the sheltering palm Praise the bamboo tree with it's wide spreading charm There's a little nook down near old Hampstead Town You know the place it has one great renown Often with my sweetheart on a bright Summers day To the little pub there my footsteps will stray If she hesitates when she looks at the sign Promptly I whisper, "Now do not decline"
Come, come, come and make eyes at me down at the Old Bull and Bush Da, da, da, da, da Come, come, drink some port wine with me Down at the Old Bull and Bush Hear the little German Band Da, da, da, da, da Just let me hold your hand dear Do, do come and have a drink or two down at the Old Bull and Bush
Do, do, come and have a drink or two down at the Old Bull and Bush Bush, Bush!
La Chica De Ipanema ((Adapted from: A Garota De Ipanema (by João Gilberto, Antônio Carlos Jobim, Vinicius de Moraes) - 1962)) Composer(s): Antônio Carlos Jobim - Vinicius de Moraes Performer(s): Richard Clayderman - 2006 and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1963 - The Girl From Ipanema (by Stan Getz & João Gilberto) 1964 - La Fille D'Ipanema (by Jacqueline François) 1965 - La Ragazza Di Ipanema (by Caterina Valente) 2007 - The Girl From Al-Qaeda (by The Jack & Jim Show)
Mira que chica mas linda, mas llena de gracia es esa muchacha, que viene y que pasa con su balanceo, camino del mar Ella de cuerpo dorado, del Sol de Ipanema y su balanceo, es todo un poema y nunca me mira siquiera al pasar Ay, yo me siento tan solo Ay, yo me siento tan triste Ay, la belleza que existe, la belleza que no es solo suya, y que sueño que quizas me arrulle Oh! si ella supiera que cuando ella pasa el mundo sonriente, se llena de gracia con su balanceo camino del mar
Down At The End Of Your Road Composer(s): Ian Anderson Performer(s): Jethro Tull
I am your neighbor I seem most respectable But underneath I'm an iniquitous toad So many dreadful mishaps have befallen you down at the end of your road And I live down the end of your road
I'm working on ways to remove you from paradise from your striped lawn and your new swimming pool I place broken bottles in your geraniums sabotage your gardening tools
And I live down the end of your road
By day I am a real estate gentleman I deal in fine properties cheap at the price After dark, I plan my most devious practices which you might think are not very nice
Designing a system to reverse your plumbing welling up, as you sit on your private throne Will come up all kinds of vile and despicable nasties you would rather not have in your home And I live down the end of your road
Dispensed loathsome creatures in your drawing room Sent doggy poo-poos in your morning mail Rat's heads and lark's wings should set your tums turning and your houses will soon be for sale And I live down the end of your road Yes, I live down the end of your road Well, I live down the end of your road I live down the end of your road I live down the end of your road I live down the end of your road
