Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Last Tango ((French Version: La Drôle De Fin (by Sylvie Vartan)) Composer(s): Raymond Vincent - Bruno Libert - Meakin Performer(s): Raymond Vincent
Rolling along Rue de la Paix Hearing a song, turn it away And all alone, killing the day Rolling along Rue de la Paix Drift in a park Picking the score Back in a car Call it a bore Call it a bore Call it a bore
For all the years he tried They said he wasn't right They left him in the night To win a bitter fight He knew they couldn't know They'd never seen his show And in a final throe He wrote his last tango For all the years he tried They said he wasn't right They left him in the night To win a bitter fight He knew they couldn't know They'd never seen his show And in a final throe He wrote his last tango
Back in his room Another tune The show begins But no one will win Got to be strong Well, it's been so long Back in the room Writing a tune
Turn on the light No time to hide Run down the street Hit on the side Isn't that neat? Isn't that neat?
For all the years he tried They said he wasn't right They left him in the night To win a bitter fight He knew they couldn't know They'd never seen his show And in a final throe He wrote his last tango
Those years he tried They said he wasn't right They left him in the night To win a bitter fight He knew they couldn't know They'd never seen his show And in a final throe He wrote his last tango
Those years he tried They said he wasn't right They left him in the night To win a bitter fight He knew they couldn't know They'd never seen his show And in a final throe He wrote his last tango
Dragonfly Composer(s): Frank Marino
Performer(s): Frank Marino & Mahogany Rush
Well listen, someday You'll hear a rush of wings So distant, a sound of secret things There, look there, up in that rusty sky Yonder, sweeps the dragonfly So awesome, he blocks the setting sun He'll come to collect the souls of everyone Come dragon, come In from the sun He floats with an eerie grace A giant blue green sentinal From some distant time and space And because he'll come, he'll have no regrets Surely he'll come to lay this birth to rest I know one day you'll see him But please don't ask me why He will be a secret dragonfly Fly dragon fly, here from the sky So if you hear that sound I'm talkin' about When you know he's near When your times run out Well don't you fear There's nothing that you can say Cause he'll appear and take you to that special place He'll take you there He'll take you there He'll take you there He'll take you there He'll take you there He'll take you...
La Donna Riccia Composer(s): Domenico Modugno Performer(s): Domenico Modugno and multiple other artists
Pigghiate cu ti pare si vo' ti sposi però nun ti pigghiari 'na donna riccia Cu ricci e ricciteddi issa t'incanta però dopo du' misi voli ti pianta No, No, No, No, No, No... Riccia...No! Picchì da ogni ricciu te caccia 'nu capricciu... La Donna Riccia Nun La Vogliu No! Picchì da ogni ricciu/te caccia 'nu capricciu... La Donna Riccia Nun La Vogliu No! La Donna Riccia Nun La Vogliu No! Si prima 'ole te vasa poi 'ole te lassa nun ci capisci nenti è comu matassa Te mbrigghia e poi te sbrigghia... C'é cu 'mpazzisci però si te carizza tu t'addurmisci! No, No, No, No, No, No... Riccia...No! Picchì da ogni ricciu te caccia 'nu capricciu... La Donna Riccia Nun La Vogliu No! Picchì da ogni ricciu te caccia 'nu capricciu... La Donna Riccia Nun La Vogliu No! La Donna Riccia Nun La Vogliu No! La Donna Riccia Nun La Vogliu No!
Draggin' The Line Composer(s): Tommy James - Bob King
First release by: Tommy James - 1970
Covered by multiple other artists
Makin' a livin' The old hard way We're takin' and givin' By day by day
I dig snow and rain And the bright sunshine Draggin' the line (draggin' the line)
My dog Sam Eats purple flowers We ain't got much But what we've got's ours
But we dig snow and rain And the bright sunshine Draggin' the line (draggin' the line) Draggin' the line (draggin' the line)
I feel fine I'm talkin' 'bout peace of mind I'm gonna take my time I'm gettin' a good time Draggin' the line (draggin' the line) Draggin' the line (draggin' the line)
Lovin' and free And feelin' the spirit We're huggin' a tree When you get near it
We're diggin' the snow and rain And the bright sunshine Draggin' the line (draggin' the line) Draggin' the line (draggin' the line)
I feel fine I'm talkin' 'bout peace of mind I'm gonna take my time I'm gettin' a good time Draggin' the line (draggin' the line) Draggin' the line (draggin' the line)
Draggin' the line (draggin' the line) la la la la la la la .....
Drag City Composer(s): Jan Berry - Roger "Hot Dog Rog" Christian - Brian Wilson
Performer(s): Jan & Dean
Burn up that quarter mile
Just tuned my car, now she really peels A-lookin' real tough with chrome reverse wheels A Blue Coral wax job sure looks pretty Gonna get my chick and make it out to Drag City
Yeah Well, I'm goin' to Drag City (run her through, now) Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now) Goin' to Drag City (run her through, now) Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now) Burn up that quarter mile
The DJ's sayin' on my favorite station The Drag City races are the fastest in the nation Wheels are the wildest and the stockers are pretty I'll get my honey, grab some money, split to Drag City
Well, I'm goin' to Drag City (run her through, now) Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now) Goin' to Drag City (run her through, now) Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now) Burn up that quarter mile
'Round the dragway thick exhaust fills the air The final teams tachin' up and action everywhere Checkered flags, wheelstands, sure sounds pretty To hear the cheers, bring your ears out to Drag City
Well, I'm goin' to Drag City (run her through, now) Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now) Goin' to Drag City (run her through, now) Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now) Burn up that quarter mile
Well, I'm goin' to Drag City (run her through, now) Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now) Goin' to Drag City (run her through, now) Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now) Burn up that quarter mile Burn up that quarter mile
La Domenica Delle Salme Composer(s): Fabrizio De André First release by: Fabrizio De André - 1990
Tentò la fuga in tram verso le sei del mattino dalla bottiglia di orzata dove galleggiava Milano non fu difficile seguirlo il poeta della Baggina la sua anima accesa mandava luce di lampadina gli incendiarono il letto sulla strada di Trento riuscì a salvarsi dalla sua barba un pettirosso da combattimento I polacchi non morirono subito e inginocchiati agli ultimi semafori rifacevano il trucco alle troie di regime lanciate verso il mare i trafficanti di saponette mettevano pancia verso est chi si convertiva nel novanta era dispensato nel novantuno la scimmia del quarto Reich ballava la polka sopra il muro e mentre si arrampicava le abbiamo visto tutto il culo la piramide di Cheope volle essere ricostruita in quel giorno di festa masso per masso schiavo per schiavo comunista per comunista La domenica delle salme non si udirono fucilate il gas esilarante presidiava le strade La domenica delle salme si portò via tutti i pensieri e le regine del tua culpa affollarono i parrucchieri Nell'assolata galera patria il secondo secondino disse a "Baffi di Sego" che era il primo si può fare domani sul far del mattino e furono inviati messi fanti cavalli cani ed un somaro d annunciare l'amputazione della gamba di Renato Curcio il carbonaro il ministro dei temporali in un tripudio di tromboni auspicava democrazia con la tovaglia sulle mani e le mani sui coglioni - voglio vivere in una città dove all'ora dell'aperitivo non ci siano spargimenti di sangue o di detersivo a tarda sera io e il mio illustre cugino De Andrade eravamo gli ultimi cittadini liberi di questa famosa città civile perché avevamo un cannone nel cortile La domenica delle salme nessuno si fece male tutti a seguire il feretro del defunto ideale la domenica delle salme si sentiva cantare - quant'è bella giovinezza non vogliamo più invecchiare Gli ultimi viandanti si ritirarono nelle catacombe accesero la televisione e ci guardarono cantare per una mezz'oretta poi ci mandarono a cagare -voi che avete cantato sui trampoli e in ginocchio con i pianoforti a tracolla vestiti da Pinocchio voi che avete cantato per i longobardi e per i centralisti per l'Amazzonia e per la pecunia nei palastilisti e dai padri Maristi voi avevate voci potenti lingue allenate a battere il tamburo voi avevate voci potenti adatte per il vaffanculo La domenica delle salme gli addetti alla nostalgia accompagnarono tra i flauti il cadavere di Utopia la domenica delle salme fu una domenica come tante il giorno dopo c'erano segni di una pace terrificante mentre il cuore d'Italia da Palermo ad Aosta si gonfiava in un coro di vibrante protesta
The Draft Dodger Rag Composer(s): Phil Ochs First release by: The Mitchell Trio - 1964 Covered by multiple other artists
I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American town I believe in God and Senator Dodd and keeping old Castro down And when it came my time to serve I knew better dead than red But when I got to my old draft board, buddy, this is what I said Sarge, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen And I always carry a purse I got eyes like a bat, my feet are flat, and my asthma's getting worse O think of my career, my sweetheart dear, and my poor old invalid aunt Besides, I ain't no fool, I'm a goin' to school, and I'm working in a defense plant I've got a dislocated disc and a racked up back I'm allergic to flowers and bugs And when bombshells hit, I get epileptic fits And I'm addicted to a thousand drugs I got the weakness woes, I can't touch my toes I can hardly touch my knees And if the enemy came close to me I'd probably start to sneeze I hate Chou En Lai, and I hope he dies but one thing you gotta see That someone's gotta go over there but that someone isn't me So I wish you well, Sarge, give 'em Hell Yeah kill me a thousand or more And if you ever get a war without blood and gore Well I'll be the first to go
Dr. Robert F. Thomas May his name forever stand Dr. Robert F. Thomas Was a mighty, mighty man And he enriched the lives Of everyone that ever knew him And in my song I hope to sing Some of the praise that's due him
Dr. Thomas was a man The Lord must have appointed To live among us mountain folks In eastern Tennessee And he delivered more than half The babies in those mountains Among those babies He delivered me
There was no way to drive along The roads back in those mountains But Dr. Thomas got there Just the same He often rode on horseback To get where he was needed But if he had to walk He always came
Dr. Robert F. Thomas May his name forever stand Dr. Robert F. Thomas Was a mighty, mighty man And he enriched the lives Of everyone that ever knew him And in my song I hope to sing Some of the praise that's due him
Dr. Thomas was a friend A neighbor and a doctor Though he seldom got a dime For all he'd done And I remember lots of times We sent for Dr. Thomas But I don't recall a time He didn't come
They say a man is judged By the deeds he does while livin' A judgement when he stands Before the Lord And I know heaven holds a place For men like Dr. Thomas And I know that he'll receive His just reward
Dr. Robert F. Thomas May his name forever stand Dr. Robert F. Thomas Was a mighty, mighty man And he enriched the lives Of everyone that ever knew him And in my song I hope to sing Some of the praise that's due him
La Dispute Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Georges Garvarentz Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Un mot amène un autre Et d'un incident futile On fait une énorme faute Qui met l'amour en péril Tout nous remonte en mémoire Le ton monte jusqu'au cri Et de très vieilles histoires Reviennent sur le tapis Aveuglé par la colère Ne pouvant se tenir Chacun pleure sa misère Chacun se dit un martyr Et les choses s'enveniment Nul ne veut faire un effort Les deux se disant victimes Hurlent de plus en plus fort Quand soudain les larmes perlent On se mouche bruyamment Et l'on repart de plus belle Les yeux injectés de sang
La dispute, la dispute Atteint des points culminants
C'est la guerre, c'est la haine Les mots portent des coups bas Et vole la porcelaine Et crie le voisin de en-bas On marche de long en large Prenant un plaisir malin A commencer le partage De tout ce qui nous revient
Au sommet de cette crise En s'évitant du regard On aligne ses valises En vue de ce grand départ Mais qu'il parle ou bien qu'il reste Chacun veut, c'est évident Le cadeau de l'oncle Ernest Le chien et l'appartement Affolés à bout de forces De vaisselle et d'arguments On ne voit que le divorce Pour régler le différent
La dispute, la dispute Soudain fait grincer des dents
Les assaillants face à face S'inventent mille défauts J'en oublie et puis j'en passe Des reproches et des mots Le jour peu à peu décline Et les forces en même temps les adversaires ruminent Boudent silencieusement Pour être enfin raisonnables Et se quitter en bons amis Les ennemis passent à table Manger de bon appétit N'ayant plus rien à se dire Tête basse on reste là Puis on baille et se retire Et se glisse dans les draps Dans le noir les doigts se touchent Et les mots sont superflus Ses lèvres trouvent sa bouche Et l'amour prend le dessus
Dr. Love Composer(s): Appaiah Biddu
Performer(s): Tina Charles
Callin' callin' Doctor Love
Callin' callin' Doctor Love
Mamma shouldn't 'a' called you
To come and treat me good
For the reason for my fever she never understood
But I've always had a weakness for a man in uniform
And when you took my heart
beats boy you turned me or
You said that I was better
And nothing was the matter with me.
Doctor Love please come running
Can't you see I'm in pain
You've broken my heart and you should be ashamed
Doctor Love please come running
Can't you see I'm in pain
My pulse is getting weaker please come back again
Temperature is rising
So you bring round a bottle of pills
But doctor can't you see it's my
heart that's really ill
So put away your medicine and your special therapy
'Cos the reason for my fever is very fond of me
You said that I was better
And nothing was the matter with me
Doctor Love please come running...
La Dicha Mia Composer(s): Johnny Pacheco Performer(s): Celia Cruz and multiple other artists
Lucky me, to perform in Havana And there, I became a singer of songs They led me to the great Mamboleros In all of Cuba, the toast of the town
Singing at the Tropicana My fantasies finally came true Imagine, going to New York Seeing the great ones, in my heart untold
We saw Arsenio with his swinging band And Señor Rodríguez, that magical man I took this earthquake to El Barrio Got hugs and kisses from mi gente
Lucky me, I saw my Tito Ay Dios Mío, El Excelente Listening to my Machito, dancing, drinking vino Machito was for us El Count Basie Latino
Made it up to the Palladium It didn't disappoint at all At the ball, with Tito Puento Tito Puento the king of them all
With Tito Puente, you'd be so glad to dance El rey Tito Puente created a trance When Tito finished playing How could anything feel so low
Surprise came Tito Rodríguez With his conjunto, to top it all Better two Titos, than only one Better for dancing, and also for fun
El Señor Me Dio La Dicho de grabar Con Tito Puente Y Cantar Con Tito Rodríguez (Esa Dicha Me La Dio El Señor) Ven A Gozar Con La Dicha, A Gozar Con La Dicha (Esa Dicha Me La Dio El Señor)
(Esa Dicha Me La Dio El Señor) Ay Yo Le Canto a Yemaya a Oshun y a Obatala (Esa Dicha Me La Dio El Señor) Y Al Que Dios Se Lo Dio San Pedro Se Lo Bendiga
Dr. Love Composer(s): Allan Felder - Norman Harris - R. Tyson Performer(s): First Choice
He's got the potion and emotion When I'm feeling low, when my love starts to glow He's got the power every hour He's the reason why my face is all aglow Just one kissin' his lips as I'm taking Vitamin C Oh you can imagine what the doctor does to me
Doctor Love, he can kill my every pain He can make me well again Doctor Love, he ain't got no competition Only he writes smart prescription Doctor Love, Doctor Love, hu... Doctor Love
I needed a major operation Never thought that I'd survive from my broken heart He took me in anticipation You better believe, he knew where to start There's no need for me to need an apple everyday Oh, he saw enough in me to take the pain away
Dr. Love, he don't need no office life 'Cause he operates at night Dr. Love, what he does is keep me well What he does I'll never tell Dr. Love, sweet Dr. Love Dr. Love, Dr. Love, Dr. Love, Dr. Love, Dr. Love He ain't got no competition
La Dicha Del Amor ((Adapted from: L'amour En Héritage (by Nana Mouskouri) - 1984)) Composer(s): Vladimir Cosma - - Pierre Delanoë - Andreu Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri - 1986
Versions In Other Languages: 1984 - Only Love (by Nana Mouskouri) 1985 - Aber Die Liebe Bleibt (by Nana Mouskouri) 1985 - Come Un'eredità (by Nana Mouskouri) 1986 - Liefde Alleen (by Liliane Saint-Pierre) 1986 - Rakkaus (by Lea Laven) 1986 - Najljepi Poklon Tvoj (by Tereza)
Encontré la dicha del amor Sin buscar, el hasta mi llegó El azar y la locura van Juntos y más allá Cruzando el mar y el tiempo Si escribí, páginas que borré Algo que para mi se fué Nada habrá que me haga recordar Porque puede más la dicha del amor
Y si mi vida ahora es amarte Y mis caminos son felicidad Soy como un pájaro alegre que vuela Como un niño feliz
Encontré la dicha del amor Sin buscar, el hasta mi llegó El azar y la locura van Juntos y más allá Cruzando el mar y el tiempo Escribí, páginas que borré Todo lo que viví, olvidé Va no hay lluvias ni temporal Porque puede más la dicha del amor
Encontré la dicha del amor Sin buscar, el hasta mi llegó El azar y la locura van Juntos y más allá Cruzando el mar y el tiempo Escribí, páginas que borré Todo lo que viví, olvidé Va no hay lluvias ni temporal Porque puede más la dicha del amor
Doctor Livingston, I presume Stepping out of the jungle gloom Into the midday sun What did you find there? Did you stand awhile and stare? Did you meet anyone?
"I've seen butterflies galore I've seen people big and small I've still not found what I'm looking for"
We're all looking for someone We're all looking for someone We're all looking for someone
Captain Scott, you were so bold Now you're looking rather cold Out there in the snow What did you find there? Did you stand awhile and stare? Did you meet anyone?
"I've seen polar bears and seals I've seen giant Antarctic eels I've still not found what I'm looking for"
We're all looking for someone We're all looking for someone We're all looking for someone
Columbus, where are you bound? So you think the world is round Sailed off in the blue What did you find there? Did you stand awhile and stare? Did you meet anyone?
"There are Indians by the score In many places that I saw I've still not found what I'm looking for"
We're all looking for someone We're all looking for someone We're all looking for someone
Come Un'eredità ((Adapted from: L'amour En Héritage (by Nana Mouskouri) - 1984)) Composer(s): Vladimir Cosma - Pierre Delanoë - Giorgio Calabrese Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri - 1985
Versions In Other Languages: 1984 - Only Love (by Nana Mouskouri) 1985 - Aber Die Liebe Bleibt (by Nana Mouskouri) 1986 - Liefde Alleen (by Liliane Saint-Pierre) 1986 - La Dicha Del Amor (by Nana Mouskouri) 1986 - Rakkaus (by Lea Laven) 1986 - Najljepi Poklon Tvoj (by Tereza)
O con me, da tanto tempo fa questo amor, come un'eredità Le follie leggere volano oltre l'oceano ed attraverso il tempo e io ne ho sfogliato pagine prima di scriverne da me Perchè il mio regalo unico è l'amor in me come un'eredità
E se traduco la vita in ti amo e che la sola certezza che ho dice che quando si ama, viviamo, sopravvivi se no E così da tanto tempo fa o con me come un'eredità la follia che vola libera oltre l'oceano ed attraverso il tempo e io ne ho studiato pagine prima di scriverne da me prima di capire in ultimo che l'amore in me come un'eredità
E così da tempo fa o con me come un'eredità La follia che vola libera oltre l'oceano ed attraverso il tempo e io ne ho studiato pagine prima di scriverne da me prima di capire in ultimo che l'amore in me come un'eredità
Dr. Heckyll works late at the laboratory
Where things are not as they seem
Dr. Heckyll wishes nothing more desperately
Than to fulfill all of his dreams
Letting loose with a scream in the dead of night
As he's breaking new ground
Trying his best to unlock all the secrets
But he's not sure what he's found
Dr. Heckyll is his own little guinea pig
'Cos they all think he's mad
Sets his sights on the search of a lifetime
And he's never, never sad
Whoa oh, it's off to work he goes
In the name of science and all its wonders
This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive
They are a person who feels good to be alive
This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive
Believes the underdog will eventually survive
Not long now till the ultimate experiment
He's breaking all the rules
He wants to cure all matter of imbalance
In this world of fools
He locks the door and he looks around nervously
He knows there's no one there
He drinks it down and waits for some reaction
To all his work and care
Hey, hey he fumbles for what to say
He loves the wo except for all the people
This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive
They are a person who feels good to be alive
This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive
Believes the underdog will eventually survive
Whoa oh, it's out at night he goes
He slips easily into conversation
Hey hey, he's cool in every way
Sometimes he loves to sing that old black magic
This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive
They are a person who feels good to be alive
This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive
Believes the underdog will eventually survive
Algo se detuvo en punto muerto y fue tan grande ese silencio, fue tan grande el desamor restos de un navío que encallaba yo te quise, yo te amaba no se bien lo que pasó Cuando los jazmines no perfuman cuando solo vemos bruma cuando el cuento terminó todo nos parece intrascendente no es cuestión de edad o de suerte de eso se trata el amor
Tengo que correr Tienes que correr a toda velocidad A toda velocidad...
Veo tus pupilas descubriendo algún Chagall en el invierno, creo del '83 Yo estoy a tu lado revolviendo, ordenando libros viejos que leí pero olvidé Besos de tu madre en el teléfono Y la lluvia en un espejo que me ayuda a verte bien Oigo tu sonrisa que ilumina el estudio y la cocina entre las copas y el café
Tengo que correr Tienes que correr a toda velocidad A toda velocidad...
Sabe amargo el licor, de las cosas queridas Se acabó lo mejor, quien nos quita esta herdia tu me pierdes a mi, yo te doy por perdida es la hora de huir, la despedida la despedida...
Tengo que correr Tienes que correr a toda velocidad A toda velocidad...
Dr. Getúlio Composer(s): Chico Buarque - Edu Lobo Performer(s): Simone
Foi o chefe mais amado da nação Desde o sucesso da revolução Liderando os liberais Foi o pai dos mais humildes brasileiros Lutando contra grupos financeiros E altos interesses internacionais Deu início a um tempo de transformações Guiado pelo anseio de justiça E de liberdade social E depois de compelido a se afastar Voltou pelos braços do povo Em campanha triunfal
Abram alas que Gegê vai passar Olha a evolução da história Abram alas pra Gegê desfilar Na memória popular
Foi o chefe mais amado da nação A nós ele entregoui seu coração Que não largaremos mais Não, pois nossos corações hão de ser nossos A terra, o nosso sangue, os nossos poços O petróleo é nosso, os nossos carnavais Sim, puniu os traidores com o perdão E encheu de brios todo o nosso povo Povo que a ninguém será servil E partindo nos deixou uma lição A Pátria, afinal, ficar livre Ou morrer pelo Brasil
Abram alas que Gegê vai passar Olha a evolução da história Abram alas pra Gegê desfilar Na memória popular
