Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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La Cumbanchá Composer(s): Agustín Lara Performer(s): Agustín Lara and multiple other artists
Oiga usted como suena la clave oiga usted como suena el bongo Diga usted si las maracas tienen el ritmo que conmueve al corazón
Oiga usted como suena la clave oiga usted como suena el bongo Diga usted si las maracas tienen el ritmo que conmueve al corazón
Última carcajada de la cumbancha llévate mis tristezas y mis cantares Tú que sabes reír, tú que sabes llorar tú que puedes decir cómo son las noches de mi penar
Última carcajada de la cumbancha llévate mis tristezas y mis cantares Tú que sabes reír, tú que sabes llorar tú que puedes decir como tengo el alma de tanto amar
Se va el cumbanchero mamá se va la comparsa se va Se va el cumbanchero mamá se va la comparsa se va Se va el cumbanchero mamá se va la comparsa se va Se va el cumbanchero mamá se va la comparsa se va
Tú que sabes reír, tú que sabes llorar tú que puedes decir como tengo el alma de tanto amar
Well it's down the road I go And I got those worried Lonesome homesick Jones Way on down the road
Well it's down the road I go Well I got the blues From way down in New Orleans Way on down the road
And I got to be so far away Oh don't you see All our memories, dreams and reflections That keep haunting me
Well it's down the road I go And I hear those gypsy voices Calling me Way on down the road
Well I got to be So far away in my memory Dreams and reflections come on Keep on back haunting me
Well it's down the road I go Well I got the blues From down in New Orleans Way on down the road
Well it's down the road I go Well I ve got the worried Lonesome homesick Jones Way on down the road
Way on down the road Oh down the road Way on down the road baby come on Way on down the road Trying to find my way back home Trying to find my way back home
Further on down the road Trying to find my way back home Further on down the road Down the road of peace Down the road of peace Down the road of peace baby
La Cultura Es La Sonrisa Composer(s): León Gieco Performer(s): León Gieco; Los Nocheros
La cultura es la sonrisa que brilla en todos lados en un libro, en un niño, en un cine o en un teatro solo tengo que invitarla para que venga a cantar un rato Ay, ay, ay, que se va la vida mas la cultura se queda aquí
La cultura es la sonrisa para todas las edades puede estar en una madre, en un amigo o en la flor o quizás se refugie en las manos duras de un trabajador
La cultura es la sonrisa con fuerzas milenarias ella espera mal herida, prohibida o sepultada a que venga el señor tiempo y le ilumine otra vez el alma
La cultura es la sonrisa que acaricia la canción y se alegra todo el pueblo quien le puede decir que no solamente alguien que quiera que tengamos triste el corazón
Down The Old Ox Road Composer(s): Sam Coslow - Arthur Johnston
Performer(s): Bing Crosby, Jack Oakie, Mary Kornman
and multiple other artists
There's a famous thoroughfare I've heard collegiates say I'm not referring to Piccadilly It's not 42nd Street It's not the Rue de la Paix Nor is it Market Street in Philly Ask any college Romeo To complete your education, you must go Down the Old Ox Road
Though you'll never find out where it is by looking on maps With a little investigation, you'll discover perhaps That this old tradition's not a place But just a proposition called The Old Ox Road, the Old Ox Road
Ox road could be any romantic spot A country highway or a moonlit yacht It could be in the parlour when the lights are burning low It could be in the movies, in the very last row
Down the Old Ox Road In the magic of the moonlight, you are filled with delight While the leaves that flutter o'er you whisper "lover tonight" Why keep waiting and debating, when you know it's time for mating Down the Old Ox Road, the Old Ox Road
Down The Line ((Adapted from: Go! Go! Go! (Roy Orbison & the Teen Kings) - 1956))
((French Version: Rendez-Vous (Eddy Mitchell) - 1965))
Composer(s): Roy Orbison
Performer(s): Ricky Nelson - 1958
and multiple other artists
Well, you can't be my lovin' baby You ain't got the style I'm a-gonna get some real gone love That'll drive a cool cat wild I wanna move, move on down the line Gonna get me a gal, then I go out on the town Well, I wanna move on down the line I'm gonna get me a gal, make some time She can't be square, she can't be slow And when she starts a-struttin' she's gotta go I'm gonna move, move on down the line Well, I'm in love, have been all the time Yeah, I'm gonna show you ain't so hot I'm gonna get what you ain't got She'll be sweet, won't do me wrong She'll be cool and twice as gone We're gonna roll on, roll on down the line I'm gonna get some love, lovin' that's truly fine Well, I wanna move on down the line I'm gonna get some lovin, truly fine A love that'll be twice as gone And when she starts a-struttin' she's gotta go I wanna move on, move on down the line Well, I'm gonna do right, do right all the time I'm gonna do right, do right all the time
La Création Composer(s): Nino Ferrer Performer(s): Nino Ferrer
Au commencement des temps Il n'y avait rien que le vide, le désordre et les ténèbres Il y eut un soir, et il y avait Dieu Il y eut un matin, et Dieu décida qu'il fallait créer le monde
Il y eut un soir, il y eut un matin Il faisait tout noir, on n'y voyait rien
"Qu'est-ce qui s'passe ici? Il fait noir comme dans un four La première chose nécessaire Serait un peu de lumière"
Il y eut un deuxième jour, un soir et un matin On y voyait plus clair, mais on ne voyait rien
"Ce monde est bien trop mélangé Et je n'sais par où commencer Mettons d'abord le ciel en haut Et en bas nous mettrons les eaux"
Il y eut un troisième jour, un soir et un matin Et le ciel était vide et dans l'eau il n'y avait rien
"Ce monde est beaucoup trop humide Il n'y a nulle part où mettre pied D'abord faisons donc une terre ferme Et puis des arbres et des forêts"
Il y eut un quatrième jour, un soir et un matin Et dans le ciel il n'y avait toujours absolument rien
"Alors il nous faut un soleil Que nous mettrons dans ce coin-ci Il faut une lune et des étoiles Pour éclairer le ciel, la nuit"
Il y eut un cinquième jour, un soir et un matin Tout était très joli, il ne manquait plus rien
"Mais non, tonnerre de moi, voyons Il manque un gros morceau Que les oiseaux volent dans les airs Que les poissons nagent dans l'eau"
Il y eut un sixième jour, un soir et un matin Faut-il encore quelqu'chose ou ne faut-il plus rien?
"Il faut encore les animaux Les petits, les moyens, les gros Les nuls, les méchants, les gentils Et plus l'homme et la femme aussi"
Il y eut un septième jour, un soir et un matin Cette fois c'était bien sûr, il ne manquait plus rien
"Oui je crois que tout est fini Et ça m'a l'air très réussi Il faut seul'ment faire un essai Pour voir si tout fonctionne à souhait Laissons donc tourner la machine Pendant quelques millions d'années Faisons de cette journée divine Le jour où l'on devra se reposer"
Down That Road Tonight Composer(s): Jeff Hanna - Josh Leo - Wendy Waldman
Performer(s): The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
Seems like lately we're losin' touch
I work too hard & I worry too much
I think it's time for me & you
To get back to what we used to do
We steal away on a Saturday night
Meet in the field when the time was right
Just us 2 & a starry sky
Would feel like paradise
I said ooo baby, goin' down that road tonight
Gettin' too crazy, need to hold each other tight
Take it, ooo maybe, the moon still shines as bright
There's a dip back, then it will shine again
Down that road tonight
Remember all the songs that we used to know
Dancin' in the dark to the radio?
Lost in the riddle, takin' up some heat
The memories are still so sweet
Time's gone by, but it's plain to see
I still love you & you still love me
Let's shake these troubles, put 'em all aside
Come on, we're gonna take that ride
I said ooo baby, goin' down that road tonight
Gettin' too crazy, need to hold each other tight
Take it, ooo maybe, the moon still shines as bright
There's a dip back, then it will shine again
Down that road tonight
Rouge des soleils de sang Blanc de mes nuits sans sommeil Bleu de mes rêves d'enfant Noir de mes tristes réveils La couleur inconnue La couleur inconnue
Gris des tabliers d'écoles Vert des rêves qu'on fait à deux Jaune des amours d'automne Bleu des yeux pour un adieu La couleur inconnue La couleur inconnue
Vert comme un verre de ricard Que l'on boirait tous les deux Frais comme le vient du soir Quand est bleu l'eau de tes yeux La couleur inconnue La couleur inconnue
Tu es belle! Comment tu t'appelles? Je peux t'offrir un verre? Qu'est-ce que tu veux boire? Un verre de ricard? Garçon!
Down South Camp Meetin' Composer(s): Fletcher Henderson - Irving Mills
Performer(s): Benny Goodman
and multiple other artists
Saints and sinners, come one, come all (Have a little revival) Losers, winners, answer my call "Cause right now the tent's up (Really it is) The word's out (Truly, it is) An' has been since the dawn (Hear me tell ya) The call's out (Really it is) An' we're 'bout (Tendin' t'biz) To git this meetin' on - Hear me tellin' you Brothers n' sisters who want to repent (That's right!) You'll find what you've been lookin' for right here in the tent
Cheryl's solo: Lend an ear an' you'll see "Cause when it comes t' needin' savin' ain' nobody knows it better than me I was so low that I know that only a miracle like this is the only way t' heavenly bliss
It's really the truth, Lawdy, I know it I know it 'cuz I been taken through it Now the spirits in me an' allowed the Lord t'win me, I can testify to it
Sweet, sweet the angel's song Sweet the feelin' I been searchin' for for ever so long I never again imagine livin' life like I was livin' when I lived wrong
Git ready (Sing) Here they come! the choir's all set Be steady (Pray) See the people fillin' them pews Be willin' (All) To announce without a regret It's thrillin'! (Day) Tell the world the wonderful news
Folks are troopin' in from far 'n near f' news that they can hardly wait to hear They're nearly starved 'cause they're waitin' for food for the soul, yeah
Starved 'cause they're waitin' for what will not grow old
Preacher's openin' up the book He's gonna pause awhile an' take a look 'n then he'll start tellin' everyone 'jes how t' do, yeah
Start tellin' everyone jus' what's true, yeah
Sister Emmy Lou done gone t' shoutin' an jumpin' 'cause she feels the spirit the congregation's stompin' it's feet an' everybody's movin' outta their seat They really gonna get this meetin' on An' praise the Lord until the dawn
(Yeah) - Hear that preacher spread the word (Hear that Preacher) 'cause its the greatest word you ever heard He's our teacher When he says "I'm callin' sinners right now you hear? I'm callin' sinners right to me" When ol' Satan grabs your soul When he grabs you It takes the Lord's true word to break his hold Trouble nabs you So I say, "You got to listen mostly to me You got to listen closely"
Don't let the devil catch y' nappin' Gotta' keep the vigil every minute or the devil surely git you
"Watch your step 'n how you act Watch what you do Mister Scratch is here, an' that's a fact He wants you too If anyone can stop him, I can That's why I'm the Preacher Man"
We hear the word We hear your voice We know there really isn't any other choice
Head f'heaven t'day (We're on the gospel train) We can show you the way (Relieve all strain) Leave your cares and your woes (Yes!) Heaven knows (Yes!) Y' dodge that devil in his fine fancy clothes (Yes!) Come git aboard (We still got space) Hear the word of the Lord (We saved your place) Save your soul while y'can (Yes!) Sinner man (Yes!) Git on as fast as you can
(Repeat)
You've heard the sermon sublime Down South Camp Meetin' time!
La Cotilla Composer(s): A. García Segura Performer(s): Raphael
La temen en la vecindad Porque su lengua es veneno mortal Si no sabe algún chisme, lo inventa El caso es hablar por hablar La cotilla, la cotilla Vigila de noche el portal Siempre pendiente de quien viene y va Sus ojos a medio cerrar Parece que duerme y... ya, ya La cotilla, la cotilla De día se asoma al balcón No falta a ninguna reunión Se sabe la vida y milagros De quien pidas información La cotilla, la cotilla La cotilla, la cotilla Que caiga quien caiga es igual Que sea mentira o verdad, que más da Lo que importa es contarlo en secreto A todo aquel que lo quiera escuchar Es la cotilla, la cotilla Por ella en alguna ocasión No llega a puerto feliz un amor Pues un casto beso que vio En horrible aborto cambió La cotilla, la cotilla El mundo por ella giró Al son de corneta y tambor Y el pan nuestro de cada día O el veneno que había en su voz La cotilla, la cotilla La cotilla, la cotilla A tiras le quita la piel Al que en desgracia le llegue a caer Y después se santigua diciendo Que Dios nos libre de él La cotilla, la cotilla No cesa jamás de espiar Y en su cerebro parece anotar Las cosas y casos que ve Y que luego los repite al revés Es la cotilla, la cotilla Para ella es un deporte más Hablar mal de los demás Y jura que es de buena tinta Lo que se acabó de inventar
Down On The Corner Of Love
Composer(s): Buck Owens
First release by: Buck Owens - 1956
Covered by multiple other artists
You'll find me hanging around it's where I'll be found down on the corner of love Neath the stars that shine and the neon signs I'll be down on the corner of love When I start to ball love starts to call down on the corner of love You'll find me hanging around it's where I'll be found I'll be down on the corner of love When it's late in the evenin' and I can't help but feelin' That my heart is a stealin' neath the stars up above Yeah when the sun goes down and moon comes around I'll be down on the corner of love
When you're passin' by too lonely to cry down on the corner of love Just stop for a while I'll teach you to smile down on the corner of love Every love that you had has treated you bad down on the corner of love Forget what you knew let's start life anew down on the corner of love When it's late in the evenin'...
La Cosa Está En ... Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
La cosa está en hallarlo a usted el día menos pensado, en cualquier sitio casualmente, donde usted y yo podamos ver a cuatro manos los alrededores La cosa está en lo improbable en lo difícil, en lo imposible La cosa está allí mismo, donde no debiera estar un paso más allá que el largo de las manos
La cosa está en que un día haya tiempo para todo para hablarnos sin apuros para compartir rocíos para ser fin de semana como si vivir fuera tiempo libre, espacio para estar La cosa está en las cosas que yo sé y que usted no sabe y en las cosas que usted sabe y yo no sé todavía y en los sueños que nos faltan para realizar nuestros sueños, que son sueños de canción
La cosa está en no enloquecer en no aceptar, en preguntar para qué sirven todos los juguetes que nos han dado guerra desarmándolos y armándolos
La cosa está en que no queda remedio inteligente que no sea usar las piezas que hay en los rompe-caminos e ir tirando por ahora, aunque más allá persistamos en crear nuestra canción con las piezas que queramos construir que serán igual
Down On The Corner
Composer(s): John Fogerty
First release by: Creedence Clearwater Revival - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1970 - J'aurai Sa Fille (Eddy Mitchell)
1977 - Nede På Hjørnet (Rock Nalle & The Flames)
1982 - Katupoikien Laulu (Kari Peitsamo Revival)
Early on the evening, just about suppertime Over by the courthouse they're startin' to unwind Four kids on the corner, tryin' to bring you up Willie picks a tune out and he blows it on the harp
Chorus: Down on the corner, out in the street Willie and the Poorboys are playin' Bring a nickel, tap your feet
Rooster hits the wash board, and people just got to smile Blinky thumps the gut-bass and solos for a while Poorboy twangs the rhythm out, on his kalamazoo Willie goes into a dance and doubles on kazoo
Chorus:
You don't need a penny, just to hang around But if you got a nickel won't you lay your money down Over on the corner, there's a happy noise People come from all around to watch the magic boy
La Corriente Composer(s): Chucho Navarro Performer(s): Javier Solís and multiple other artists
Para qué me sirve el alma si la tengo ya amargada si su vida idolatraba por traiciones la dejé para qué sirve ser bueno si se ríen en tu cara que me lleve la corriente, que me lleve la corriente atrás no regresaré
Es por eso que me miran arrastrando mi tristeza buscando la puñalada que me borre su querer para qué sirve ser bueno si se ríen en tu cara que me lleve la corriente, que me lleve la corriente atrás no regresaré
Es por eso que me miran arrastrando mi tristeza buscando la puñalada que me borre su querer para qué sirve ser bueno si se ríen en tu cara que me lleve la corriente, que me lleve la corriente atrás no regresaré
Down Low (Nobody Has To Know) Composer(s): R. Kelly Performer(s): R. Kelly
You want me to touch, he needs you Yet you're tellin' me that, everything is cool Tryin' to convince me, baby, to do as you say Just go along and see things your way
And keep it on the down low, whispering Nobody has to know, nobody, nobody We can keep it on the down low, whispering Nobody has to know, nobody, nobody, oh, oh
Secret lovers is what you wanna be While making love to him, girl You're silently calling on me What is a man to do in a situation like this? I feel there is something that, I don't wanna miss
And keep it on the down low, whispering Nobody has to know, nobody, nobody We can keep it on the down low, whispering Nobody has to know, nobody, nobody, oh, oh
Beautiful you are, but your his by far Comin' by my way, drivin' his fancy car Making plans to be, in my life forever Tell me, tell me that, we'll always be together
La Corrida Composer(s): Louis Amade - Gilbert Bécaud Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud
Les arènes gonflées d'une foule en délire Regorgent de couleurs et d'âpre envie de sang Il y a des soupirs et des éclats de rire Et des épées pointues comme des cris d'enfants On y vend des serments, des enjeux et des âmes Des cacahuètes, des jus de fruits et des drapeaux Des chapeaux de papier dont se parent les dames On y vend de la mort noire comme un taureau
Soudain, la foule crie Comme pour un éclipse Cyclone de folie Remous d'Apocalypse Car voici Celui de, celui dont, celui qui, celui quoi Celui que l'on attend Le matador porté par la lumière Le matador, qui porte de la peur
C'est l'enchevêtrement de deux monstres qui bougent La lutte a commencé, hissée par les bravos Dans les valses de bonds, de bonds à cape rouge Qui donc est le plus seul de l'Homme ou du Taureau? Et pendant ce temps-là La Méditerranée Qui se trouve à deux pas Joue avec les galets
La bête a longtemps respiré la poussière Elle a humé la Mort qui longuement passait Dans un saut fabuleux qui fit trembler la terre Elle a choisi la Mort qui fut son invitée Le cirque en explosant D'un tumulte biblique Paraît donner son sang A ce sang en réplique Car voici Celui de, celui dont, celui qui, celui quoi Celui que l'on attend Le matador porté par tout un peuple Le matador victorieux de sa mort
Demain quand sonnera l'heure catalane Le Midi au soleil éreinté de repos Vous verrez, j'en suis sûr, à l'église romane Entrer le matador pour dire son credo Et pendant ce temps-là La Méditerranée Qui se trouve à deux pas Joue avec les galets
Down In The Willow Garden Composer(s): Charlie Monroe Performer(s): The Everly Brothers
Down in the willow garden where me and my love did meet As we set there a courting My love fell off to sleep
I had a bottle of burgundy wine My love she did not know So I poisoned that dear little girl on the banks below
I drew a sabre through her It was a bloody knife I threw her in the river Which was a dreadful sight My father oft had told me that money would set me free If I would murder that dear little girl whose name was Rose Connelly
My father sits at his cabin door wiping his tear-dimmed eyes For his only son soon shall walk to yonder scaffold high
My race is run beneath the sun The scaffold now waits for me For I did murder that dear little girl whose name was Rose Connelly
La Corrida Composer(s): Francis Cabrel Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Depuis le temps que je patiente Dans cette chambre noire J'entends qu'on s'amuse et qu'on chante Au bout du couloir Quelqu'un a touché le verrou Et j'ai plongé vers le grand jour J'ai vu les fanfares, les barrières Et les gens autour
Dans les premiers moments j'ai cru Qu'il fallait seulement se défendre Mais cette place est sans issue Je commence à comprendre Ils ont refermé derrière moi Ils ont eu peur que je recule Je vais bien finir par l'avoir Cette danseuse ridicule...
Est-ce que ce monde est sérieux? Est-ce que ce monde est sérieux? Andalousie je me souviens Les prairies bordées de cactus Je ne vais pas trembler devant Ce pantin, ce minus! Je vais l'attraper, lui et son chapeau Les faire tourner comme un soleil
Ce soir la femme du torero Dormira sur ses deux oreilles Est-ce que ce monde est sérieux? Est-ce que ce monde est sérieux? J'en ai poursuivi des fantômes Presque touché leurs ballerines Ils ont frappé fort dans mon cou Pour que je m'incline
Ils sortent d'où ces acrobates Avec leurs costumes de papier? J'ai jamais appris à me battre Contre des poupées Sentir le sable sous ma tête C'est fou comme ça peut faire du bien J'ai prié pour que s'arrête Andalousie je me souviens
Je les entends rire comme je râle Je les vois danser comme je succombe Je pensais pas qu'on puisse autant S'amuser autour d'une tombe Est-ce que ce monde est sérieux? Est-ce que ce monde est sérieux? Si, si hombre, hombre Baila, baila
Hay que bailar de nuevo Y mataremos otros Otras vidas, otros toros Y mataremos otros Venga, venga a bailar... Y mataremos otros
Down In The Tube Station At Midnight Composer(s): Paul Weller First release by: The Jam - 1978 Covered by multiple other artists
The distant echo of faraway voices boarding faraway trains To take them home to the ones that they love and who love them forever The glazed dirty steps, repeat my own and reflect my thoughts Cold and uninviting, partially naked Except for toffee wrappers and this morning's papers Mr. Jones got run down Headlines of death and sorrow, they tell of tomorrow Madmen on the rampage And I'm down in the tube station at midnight I fumble for change, and pull out the Queen Smiling, beguiling I put in the money and pull out a plum Behind me...... Whispers in the shadows, gruff blazing voices Hating, waiting "Hey boy" they shout, "have you got any money?" And I said "I've a little money and a take away curry, I'm on my way home to my wife She'll be lining up the cutlery,you know she's expecting me Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork" I'm down in the tube station at midnight I first felt a fist, and then a kick I could now smell their breath They smelt of pubs and Wormwood Scrubs And too many right wing meetings My life swam around me It took a look and drowned me in its own existence The smell of brown leather It blended in with the weather It filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth It blocked all my senses Couldn't see, hear, speak any longer And I'm down in the tube station at midnight I said I was down in the tube station at midnight The last thing that I saw As I lay there on the floor Was "Jesus Saves" painted by an atheist nutter And a British Rail poster read "Have an Awayday, a cheap holiday, Do it today!" I glanced back on my life, and thought about my wife Because they took the keys, and she'll think it's me And I'm down in the tube station at midnight The wine will be flat and the curry's gone cold I'm down in the tube station at midnight Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight
