Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Música Me Ayuda Composer(s): Fabián Gallardo Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto
Un domingo en una esquina un tambor que desafina y unas luces que despiertan la ciudad Hay un bar, un diario, un loco una almohada en cada ojo pero hay algo que me ayuda a despertar
Es la musica que corre en nuestras venas es un ritmo que contagia y es mejor porque así no estamos solos hoy la calle nos alcanza en un grito que es la música de hoy
Hay un ritmo en cada calle en el sol de la mañana en un rio en la oficina o en un bar no perdamos más el tiempo no dejemos el momento ya es de noche y se despierta la ciudad
Es un piano que nos llega desde el norte un tambór que nos inunda desde el mar las palabras nacen solas y la música me ayuda para que hoy esté cantando para que estemos cantando y se escuche para siempre nuestra voz
Você precisa saber da piscina Da margarina, da Carolina, da gasolina Você precisa saber de mim Baby, baby, eu sei que é assim Baby, baby, eu sei que é assim
Você precisa tomar um sorvete Na lanchonete, andar com a gente, me ver de perto Ouvir aquela canção do Roberto Baby, baby, há quanto tempo Baby, baby, há quanto tempo
Você precisa aprender inglês Precisa aprender o que eu sei E o que eu não sei mais, e o que eu não sei mais Não sei, comigo vai tudo azul Contigo vai tudo em paz Vivemos na melhor cidade da América do Sul, da América do Sul Você precisa, você precisa Não sei, leia na minha camisa
La Música Del Rio De La Plata Composer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto - Fito Páez Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto
Te siento, no te escucho, donde estas te escondes en los puertos del sur en cada luna, en cada esquina en cada madrugada en conventillos rascacielos en alguna cancha sos el grito que no existe pero esta latente hilando su oportunidad
Hay gente a la que el charco le hace mal se clavan los puñales por querer tener el ultimo traje europeo por querer vivir lo de ellos hace un mes vivieron gente que vive de espalda a lo que es su tierra sus ciudad y su sentir
Candombe en Montevideo milonga en Buenos Aires los años te van cambiando fuelle y tambor la música del Rio de la Plata
Cantemos en la vereda que el canto también es fuerza gastemos nuestras gargantas para brindar borrachos de alegria y esperanza
Cantemos hoy que es hora de cantar no vaya a ser que luego nos estalle el pecho de tanto sentir el ca nos asusten las tijeras que andan merod hoy es tiempo de canto y de mirarnos para adentro una vez más
Tenemos una gran necesidad gritar lo que nos quema cada nota tiene alma, cada alma un cuerpo ese cuerpo que despierta todas las mañanas con ganas de recargardas plenas de caminos ilusión y sensatez
Babs And Babs
Composer(s): Daryl Hall
Performer(s): Daryl Hall
Babs and babs lay dreaming in a four poster bed Arm in arm, head to head, babs and babs Babs said, "whatcha thinking?" She said, "nothing But I never do cause I leave it up to you" Babs looked out the window Saw the moon and the sky She saw the clouds drifting by Voices crying and sighing and dying but she said nothing
"look out on the lawn, theres a moon out tonight Theres a moon out tonight, cantcha see?" "silver dreams dont move me or your talk of the stars And this isnt the time or place to make a fool of me No one wants to hear you when youre slipping away And the light of your day always shows up the strength of your vision" But she said nothing
So babs said "dont you worry, Ill take good care of you Youre lack of feelings a rotten thing But Ill show you what to do Girl, youve got to get away Girl, youve got to feel, oh, yeah" Babs said "dont you patronize me, Im fine the way I am At least I know whats happening And I know just where I stand You live alone you die alone When your dreams all fade away, oh, yeah"
Never compromising, never see eye to eye So they turn, with a sigh, babs and babs Have to be together like the night and the day So they might as well stay the best of friends Locked in love we leave them with the moon in the sky With the clouds drifting by Voices crying and sighing and dying and we say nothing She said nothing
La Mujer Más Bella Del Mundo Composer(s): Pablo Pinilla Performer(s): Raphael
Tan difícil como distinguir Un gato negro en la oscuridad Tan amargo como confesar El secreto de una infidelidad Tan humano como desear El regalo de un golpe de azar Tan peligroso como caminar Por la cornisa de mi propia vanidad Luchando contra el roce de tu piel Tratando de no enamorarme De la mujer más bella del mundo De la pasión que encierra mi orgullo Del corazón que late en mi corazón De la ansiedad que esconde mi soledad Con el alma rota en un bolsillo Y la sonrisa de un hombre vacío Desesperado como un animal Amenazado en su libertad Ya es inútil rabiar contra uno mismo Ni engañarse con mil copas de vino Cuando el amor que nunca juega limpio Te derriba como una enfermedad Luchando contra el roce de tu piel Tratando de no enamorarme De la mujer más bella del mundo De la pasión que encierra mi orgullo Del corazón que late en mi corazón De la ansiedad que esconde... El miedo a ver contigo amanecer El juego donde se prueba el querer El cruce del que un beso es una red Todo el tiempo malgastado Desde que me enamoré De la mujer más bella del mundo De la pasión que encierra mi orgullo Del corazón que late en mi corazón De la ansiedad que esconde...
Babooshka
Composer(s): Kate Bush
First release by: Kate Bush - 1980
Covered by multiple other artists
She wanted to test her husband
She knew exactly what to do
A pseudonym, to fool him
She couldn't have made a worse move
She sent him scented letters
And he received them with a strange delight
Just like his wife
But how she was before the tears
And how she was before the years flew by
And how she was when she was beautiful
She signed the letter
"All yours
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!
All yours
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!"
She wanted to take it further
So she arranged a place to go
To see if he
Would fall for her incognito
And when he laid eyes on her
He got the feeling they had met before
Uncanny how she
Reminds him of his little lady
Capacity to give him all he needs
Just like his wife before she freezed on him
Just like his wife when she was beautiful
He shouted out, "I'm
All yours
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!
All yours
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!
All yours
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!"
La Mort Douce Composer(s): Michel Berger Performer(s): France Gall
Je me souviens j'étais Le souffle du vent le matin Et le sable et la terre et leur parfum Et le bruit du soleil qui connaît son chemin Et j'étais bien
Je me souviens j'étais Dans une autre vie j'étais Un peu de ce monde qui m'entoure Que j'aime comme une fille aime sa mère d'amour Et j'étais bien
J'étais J'étais J'étais J'étais Et j'étais bien
Je me souviens j'étais L'arbre qui s'ouvre au printemps La reine des abeilles qui attend Que lui reviennent les fleuves et leur miel transparent Et j'étais bien
Je me souviens j'étais Un autre maillon de la chaîne Un autre regard mais c'est le même Une autre façon de savoir dire je t'aime Et j'étais bien
J'étais J'étais J'étais J'étais Et j'étais bien
J'étais J'étais J'étais J'étais Et j'étais bien
J'étais J'étais J'étais J'étais Et j'y retourne demain
Babies
Composer(s): Nick Banks - Jarvis Cocker - Candida Doyle - Steve Mackey - Russell Sr.
Performer(s): Pulp
Well it happened years ago when you lived on Stanhope Road We listened to your sister when she came home from school 'cos she was two years older and she had boys in her room We listened outside and heard her Alright Well that was alright for a while but soon I wanted more I want to see as well as hear and so I hid inside her wardrobe And she came round four and she was with some kid called David from the garage up the road I listened outside I heard her Alright Oh I want to take you home I want to give you children You might be my girlfriend, yeah When I saw you next day I really couldn't tell 'cos you might go and tell your mother And so you went with Neve and Neve was coming on And I thought I heard you laughing when his Mum and Dad were gone I listened outside, I heard you Alright Oh I want to take you home ... Well I guess it couldn't last too long I came home one day and all her things were gone, I fell asleep inside I never heard her come And then she opened up her wardrobe and I had to get it on Oh, listen we were on the bed when you came home I heard you stop outside the door I know you won't believe it's true I only went with her 'cos she looks like you Oh I want to take you home ...
Lamas Fayre Composer(s): Chris Difford Performer(s): Chris Difford
We caught the ferry from Stranraer to Larne over the great waves out under the stars to sleep in a cabin and look for the shore at six in the morning when I was a boy mother would lead me and take me in her hand combing my parting while back on dry land we caught the showers that fell on the beech sunshine we dreamt of was so out of reach on Irish mountains the coaches would climb we¹d write out postcards as the drivers unwind and mother was drinking with her friends at the bar and I¹d run them around but I wouldn¹t go far
We caught the Ocean that flew on the wind we sat together and we let the day in she prayed in her silence for all who she knew this beautiful landscape was all for my view and mother would take me to see Lamas Fair gypsies would see me and they¹d play with my hair I heard my fortune told so simply there
The rain was falling on the heather and gorse I had my ice cream with the chocolate sauce father was frowning a bag on his back the happier he got the more that he drank fiddles were playing in the opposite bar I had my crisps and lemonade in the car down to the causeway where giants once roamed id chase the crabs just before they got stoned my father my mother my brothers and me so young and simple in my memory
Babes On Broadway
Composer(s): Burton Lane - Ralph Freed
Performer(s): Mickey Rooney & Judy Garland
and multiple other artists
We're babes on Broadway we're going places, when our new faces appear It's wonderful street for babes like us to be on we're here because we want to see our names in neon We left Topeka, we left Eureka and came to seek a career Oh, we're milking applause instead of milking a cow 'cause we're babes on Broadway now!
La Mort D'Hamlet Et Le Rideau Tombe Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
Je l'aimais, je l'aimais, je l'aimais
Quelques vérités Un peu de passion Un fil de l'épée Un peu de poison Et le rideau tombe C'est la fin du monde Un peu de colère Un peu de souffrance Un peu de prière Si peu d'importance Et le rideau tombe C'est la fin du monde
Toys In The Attic >Composer(s): George W. Duning - George David Weiss - Joe Sherman Performer(s): Jack Jones
A time for mem'ries returning A time for longing and yearning Shades of blue crowding through As I sit here remembering you
A time for wond'ring what happened For wond'ring why did it happen No goodbye, not a sigh How could love slip away and just die
I thought that you, the night, the summertime Were out of sight and out of mind Yet here you are, the night, the summertime Still in my heart, I was blind
A time for mem'ries returning With too much heartache and yearning So I'd better store those dreams away Like broken toys in the attic The mem'ries of my yesterday
Like broken toys in the attic The mem'ries of my yesterday
La Mort Composer(s): Jacques Brel First release by: Jacques Brel - 1959 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1967 - My Death (by Scott Walker) 1986 - Kuolema (by Jarkko Rantanen)
La mort m'attend comme une vieille fille Au rendez-vous de la faucille Pour mieux cueillir le temps qui passe La mort m'attend comme une princesse À l'enterrement de ma jeunesse Pour mieux pleurer le temps qui passe La mort m'attend comme Carabosse À l'incendie de nos noces Pour mieux rire du temps qui passe
Mais qu'y a-t-il derrière la porte Et qui m'attend déjà Ange ou démon qu'importe Au devant de la porte il y a toi
La mort attend sous l'oreiller Que j'oublie de me réveiller Pour mieux glacer le temps qui passe La mort attend que mes amis Me viennent voir en pleine nuit Pour mieux se dire que le temps passe La mort m'attend dans tes mains claires Qui devront fermer mes paupières Pour mieux quitter le temps qui passe
Mais qu'y a-t-il derrière la porte Et qui m'attend déjà Ange ou démon qu'importe Au devant de la porte il y a toi
La mort m'attend aux dernières feuilles De l'arbre qui fera mon cercueil Pour mieux clouer le temps qui passe La mort m'attend dans les lilas Qu'un fossoyeur lancera sur moi Pour mieux fleurir le temps qui passe La mort m'attend dans un grand lit Tendu aux toiles de l'oubli Pour mieux fermer le temps qui passe
Mais qu'y a-t-il derrière la porte Et qui m'attend déjà Ange ou démon qu'importe Au devant de la porte il y a toi
Babes In Arms
Composer(s): Lorenz Hart - Richard Rodgers
Performer(s): Mickey Rooney & Judy Garland
and multiple other artists
They call us babes in arms But we are babes in armour They laugh at babes in arms But we'll be laughing far more On city street and farms They'll hear a rising was cry Youth will arrive Let them know you are alive Make it your cry! They call us babes in arms They think they must direct us But if we're babes in arms We'll make them all respect us Why have we got our arms What have we got our sight for? Play day is done We have a place in the sun We must fight for So babes in arms to arms!
My Death ((Adapted from: La Mort (by Jacques Brel) - 1959)) ((Finnish Version: Kuolema (by Jarkko Rantanen) - 1986)) Composer(s): Jacques Brel - Mort Shuman Performer(s): Scott Walker - 1967 and multiple other artists
My death is like a swinging door a patient girl who knows the score whistle for her and the passing time
My death waits like a bible truth at the funeral of my youth weep loud for that and the passing time
My death waits like a witch at night and surely as our love is bright let's laugh for us and the passing time
But whatever is behind the door there is nothing much to do angel or devil I don't care for in front of that door there is you
My death waits like a beggar blind who sees the world with an unlit mind throw him a dime for the passing time
My death waits to allow my friends a few good times before it ends let's drink to that and the passing time
My death waits in your arms, your thighs your cool fingers will close my eyes let's not talk about the passing time
But whatever is behind the door there is nothing much to do angel or devil I don't care for in front of that door there is you
My death waits among the falling leaves in magicians, mysterious sleeves rabbits, dogs and the passing times
My death waits among the flowers where the blackish shadow cowers let's pick lilacs for the passing time
My death waits in a double bed sails of oblivion at my head pull up the sheets against the passing time
But whatever is behind the door there is nothing much to do angel or devil I don't care for in front of that door there is you
Let's Make Love Composer(s): Stanley J. Damerell - Tolchard Evans Performer(s): Jack Payne & Charlie Asplin
Love's a thing no one can decide You and young potatoes make eyes And the beetroots, they all turn red When they start thinking of what Father said
Let's make love In spring, summer, autumn, and winter Let's make love In spring when the dickie birds sing
In summer make love by the silvery sea In autumn make love by the old apple tree In winter just cuddle up closer to me And let's make love
Let's make love In spring, summer, autumn, and winter Let's make love In spring when of tripe we all sing
In summer, at Blackpool, well you can't beat that In autumn on old Ilkley moor 'baht 'at In winter stay in by the fire with the cat And Blah, Blah, Blah (Trumpet sounds)
Let's make love In spring, summer, autumn, and winter Let's make love in spring when the old Bow bells ring
In summer make love 'neath the trees Epping way In autumn the old Bull and Bush is OK In winter down good Old Kent Road we'll go gay And let's make love
La Montagne ((Dutch Version: Het Dorp (by Wim Sonneveld) - 1969)) Composer(s): Jean Ferrat First release by: Jean Ferrat - 1964 Covered by multiple other artists
Ils quittent un à un le pays Pour s'en aller gagner leur vie Loin de la terre où ils sont nés Depuis longtemps ils en rêvaient De la ville et de ses secrets Du formica et du ciné Les vieux, ça n'était pas original Quand ils s'essuyaient machinal D'un revers de manche les lèvres Mais ils savaient tous à propos Tuer la caille ou le perdreau Et manger la tome de chèvre
Pourtant que la montagne est belle Comment peut-on s'imaginer En voyant un vol d'hirondelles Que l'automne vient d'arriver?
Avec leurs mains dessus leurs têtes Ils avaient monté des murettes Jusqu'au sommet de la colline Qu'importent les jours, les années Ils avaient tous l'âme bien née Noueuse comme un pied de vigne Les vignes, elles courent dans la forêt Le vin ne sera plus tiré C'était une horrible piquette Mais il faisait des centenaires À ne plus savoir qu'en faire S'il ne vous tournait pas la tête
Pourtant que la montagne est belle Comment peut-on s'imaginer En voyant un vol d'hirondelles Que l'automne vient d'arriver?
Deux chèvres et puis quelques moutons Une année bonne et l'autre non Et sans vacances et sans sorties Les filles veulent aller au bal Il n'y a rien de plus normal Que de vouloir vivre sa vie Leur vie, ils seront flics ou fonctionnaires De quoi attendre sans s'en faire Que l'heure de la retraite sonne Il faut savoir ce que l'on aime Et rentrer dans son H.L.M. Manger du poulet aux hormones
Pourtant que la montagne est belle Comment peut-on s'imaginer En voyant un vol d'hirondelles Que l'automne vient d'arriver?
Babe I'm Gonna Leave You
Composer(s): Anne Bredon
First release by: Joan Baez - 1963
Covered by multiple other artists
Babe, I'm gonna leave you Tell you when I'm gonna leave you Leave you when ol' summer-time, summer comes a-rolling Leave you when ol' summer comes along
Babe, that highway's a-callin' That old highway's a-callin' Callin' me to travel on, travel on out westward Callin' me to travel on alone
Babe, I'd like to stay here You know I'd really like to stay here My feet start goin' down, goin' down that highway My feet start goin' down, goin' down alone
Babe, I've got to ramble You know I've got to ramble My feet start goin' down, and I got to follow They just start goin' down, and I got to go
La Montagne Composer(s): Eddy Marnay - Emil Stern Performer(s): Dalida
Tout en haut de la montagne Ou le ciel est tout en fleur Enfermé dans un nuage Tu verras mon cur Parle lui du vent d'Espagne Parle lui de mon amour Et du fabuleux voyage Qu'il a fait un jour
Le soleil faisait rage Et je tremblais de joie Nous avions le même age Et je vivais de toi
Ce passé qui m'accompagne Tout au long de mon bonheur Restera comme une image Au fond de mon cur
Le soleil faisait rage Et je tremblais de joie Nous avions le même age Et je vivais de toi N'attend pas le vent d'Espagne Pour cueillir le ciel en fleur Tout en haut de la montagne J'ai laissé mon cur
C'est la fin du voyage Que je fais chaque jour Ma chanson pour bagage Qui me parle d'amour
