Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Many A Mile To Freedom Composer(s): Jim Capaldi; Steve Winwood Performer(s): Traffic; Marianne Faithfull; Silver Shoes
Many a mile to freedom, many a smile to tell Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well Call all my reindeer to graze here, call all my grain to grow Then together we flow like the river Then together we melt like the snow
Many a thought unanswered, many a tale to tell Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well If you should ask me to give you the reason for life that we know Then together we flow like the river And together we melt like the snow
Many a mile to freedom, many a smile to tell Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well If you should ask me to give you the reason for life that we know Then together we flow like the river Then together we melt like the snow
442 Glenwood Avenue Composer(s): Gary Browne; John Madara; Dave White Tricker Performer(s): The Pixies Three
After school is over, we can have some fun Bring the boys and, baby, I want you to come All my girlfriends are gonna be there (We'll be there) Let me tell you where
CHORUS: 442 Glenwood Avenue 442 Glenwood Avenue Come along, come on Just tap twice on this door 442 Glenwood Avenue
Goofy Eddie's gonna bring his ukelele Groovy Freddy's going to dance all night with Sherry I can't wait 'til I see you there (See you there) Let me tell you again, the number's
Chorus
(Fun fun fun fun) We'll turn the lights down lower (Fun fun fun fun) We'll dance a little slower (Fun fun fun fun) And when the party's over You'll walk me home Now let me hang up the phone But don't forget the number
Chorus
But don't forget the number 442 Glenwood Avenue 442 Glenwood Avenue
Manuella Spanish Title: Viva La Quince Brigada Composer(s): Pete Seeger; B. Bergman Performer(s): Dalida
Elle venait de Catalogne Rumba la rumba la rumba la Etait fille de Péon Rumba la rumba la rumba la Son courage fit qu'on fredonne Aïe Manuella, Aïe Manuella Son courage fit qu'on fredonne Aïe Manuella, Aïe Manuella
Elle fit passer la frontière Rumba la rumba la rumba la A tous ceux qui volontaires, Rumba la rumba la rumba la Voulaient défendre l'Espagne Aïe Manuella, Aïe Manuella Dans la cinquième brigade Aïe Manuella, Aïe Manuella
Ils venaient de par le monde Rumba la rumba la rumba la De Paris, Moscou ou Londres Rumba la rumba la rumba la Et certains ont croit savoir Aïe Manuella, Aïe Manuella Qu'ils venaient de nulle part Aïe Manuella, Aïe Manuella
"Mais en 1937, près du café Tranquilidade alors que la cinquième brigade doit quitter l'Espagne elle périt dans l'embuscade que lui tendait l'ennemi"
Elle avait seize ans à peine Rumba la rumba la rumba la Mais n'ayez pas trop de peine Rumba la rumba la rumba la Son action ne fut pas vaine Aïe Manuella, Aïe Manuella Son action de fut pas vaine Aïe Manuella, Aïe Manuella
Elle venait de Catalogne Rumba la rumba la rumba la Etait fille de Péon Rumba la rumba la rumba la Son courage fait qu'on fredonne Aïe Manuella,Aïe Manuella Son courage fait qu'on fredonne Aïe Manuella, Aïe Manuella
45th Floor Composer(s): Bill Champlin; Tom Johnston Performer(s): The Doobie Brothers
Politician drivin' down the road Flashin' that smile that got him the vote Here's another country girl He's teachin' her about the world in his room On the 45th floor - get 'em all while they're young
Campaign money comes rollin' in Ain't nobody askin' where it's been Talk about a smokin' gun What'd we pay to get his son out of jail? Don't inhale On the 45th floor
We all know what's been happenin' Ain't no slappin' him down We're supposedly invited to the party But the elevator's never gonna stop On the 45th floor Doesn't matter if it's day or night 'Cause we're all gonna pay the price And the party rolls on
Used to be a rumour goin' round The people tried to run my man outta town We thought we'd see him ride the rails No one's ever gonna nail him down All because of the 45th floor
We all know what's been happenin' Ain't no slappin' him down We're supposedly invited to the party But the elevator's never gonna stop On the 45th floor Doesn't matter if it's day or night 'Cause we're all gonna pay the price And the party rolls on
None of these fools ever thinks about the pain they cause It's all about an image to uphold How could anybody be so bold? Takin' all the candy from the hands of a child
We all know what's been happenin' Ain't no slappin' him down We're supposedly invited to the party But the elevator's never gonna stop On the 45th floor Doesn't matter if it's day or night 'Cause we're all gonna pay the price And the party rolls on.
Doesn't matter if it's day or night 'Cause we're all gonna pay the price And the party rolls on
Manuela Composer(s): Manuel Alejandro; Ana Magdalena Performer(s): Julio Iglesias
Como noche como sueños son los ojos negros de mi amor Manuela Como espiga en primavera como luna llena es mi amor Manuela Sus palabras cariñosas la mirada inquieta de mi amor Manuela Tiene mis sentidos presos y todos mis sueños para Manuela Desde que llegó a mi vida desde aquella tarde que encontré a Manuela
Soy dichoso como nadie porque cada día me espera la dulzura de sus besos y ese amor inmenso que me da Manuela Cada día, cada instante mi ilusión más grande es ver a Manuela Sólo vio, sólo pienso sólo sé que existo por mi amor Manuela Desde que llegó a mi vida desde aquella tarde que encontré a Manuela Soy dichoso como nadie porque cada día me espera la dulzura de sus besos y ese amor inmenso que me da Manuela
48 Crash Composer(s): Nicholas Barry Chinn; Mike Chapman Performer(s): Suzi Quatro
Well you got the hands of a man and the face of a little boy blue-ue And when you stand you're so grand there's a case just for looking at you-oo oo-oo You're so young, you could have been the devil's son You're so young, but like a hang up I'll be sad when you're old and you're gone
Refrain: Watch Out! You know the 48 Crash come like a lightning flash (48 Crash, 48 Crash) And the 48 Crash is a silk sash bash (48 Crash, 48 Crash) 48 Crash, 48 Crash Come like a lightning flash, a lightning flash And it's a silk sash bash, a silk sash bash, that's the 48 Crash
You've got the kind of a mind of a juvenile Romeo-o And you're so blind you could find that your motor ain't ready to go-o o-o You're so young, you're a hot shot son of a gun You're so young, but like a teenage tearaway soon you'll be torn and you'll run
You know the 48 Crash comes like a lightning flash (48 Crash, 48 Crash) And the 48 Crash is a silk sash bash (48 Crash, 48 Crash) 48 Crash, 48 Crash Come like a lightning flash, a lightning flash And it's a silk sash bash, a silk sash bash That's the 48 Crash 48 Crash (Repeat And Fade)
Manuel Composer(s): Arnaldi; Philippe Renaux; Pascal Sevran Performer(s): Dalida
Quattro stagioni chiuso là Tra quattro muri di prigione E io ad attenderlo Manuel Ho rifiorito il suo giardino
Ed ho contato ogni mattino Che divideva a me Manuel La stesso treno cento volte Per dir davanti a un secondino Frasi d'amore senza senso Leggevo dentro gli occhi suoi Lacrime trattenute a stento Fa male quando un uomo piange
La porta è aperta Sulla libertà La pioggia non può cambiar Questa felicità
E c'è mancato poco che Non trascinasse il suo destino Su di una brutta via Manuel Per un error di gioventù
Ha detto addio alla gioventù Come farà a scordar, Manuel Pensava di farla finita Io mi sforzavo di esser lieta Per dargli fede nella vita Dicevo' non ti preoccupare Mimmo ti riconoscerà Gli parlo sempre di suo padre
La porta è aperta Sulla libertà La pioggia non può cambiar La mia felicità
Quattro stagioni chiuso là Tra quattro muri di prigione E io ad attenderlo Manuel E' proprio oggi che ritorna Stanno annunciando il treno che Riporterà da me Manuel Ho messo dappertutto rose Ho messo il vestito a fiori E quello che piace a Manuel Entriamo in casa tutti e tre Io credo ch'è cambiato ormai Stasera dorme qua Manuel
48 Hour Parole Composer(s): Allan Clarke; Tony Hicks; Terry Sylvester Performer(s): The Hollies
I'm gettin out and steppin' in to somewhere where it's warmer First come will be first served You'd better put in your order
Been out in the cold far too long gonna set the town on fire (fire) If you're not with me you better step aside this boy's out for the kill kickin' higher
Oh 48 hour parole, but I got to be a good boy Oh 48 hour parole
Toein' the line ain't my style and I ain't looking for trouble I wasn't born I was carved out of stone so don't try bustin' my bubble
Manuel Composer(s): Balasko; Hachfeld; Philippe Renaux; Pascal Sevran Performer(s): Dalida
Ich wartete des ganze jahr Solang er im gefängnis war Ich wartete auf ihn Manuel
So gingen tag und nacht vorbei Sein garten blühte wuchs anfs neu Wie meine sehnsucht nach Manuel Ich fuhr zu ihm wohl hundert mal Sprach durch das gitter voller qual Ein leeres, dummes wort von Liebe Ich sah in seine augen nur Er wischte fort die tränenspur Ich sollte ihn nicht weinen sehen Das tor steht offen, und die freibeit lacht Wenn auch der regen nun noch fälit Es ist schön auf der welt Er hat so gut wie nichts getan Das schicksal warf ihn aus der bahn Und anf den falschen weg, Manuel Ein unbedachter jugendstreich Erschütterte sein leben gleich Ob er des je vergisst, Manuel Am anfang dachte ich daran Er tut sich selber etwas an Ich gab ihm wieder selbstvertrauen Ich sagte nimm es nicht so schwer Denk auch an Pierre, er liebt dich sehr Wir sprechen oft von seinem vater Das tor steht offen, und die freiheit lacht Wenn auch der Regen nun noch fällt Es ist schön auf der welt Ich wartete das gauze jahr Solang er im gefängnis war Ich wartete anf ihn Manuel Und heute kommt er nun nach haus Ich steh am zug und er steigt aus Wirft sich an meine Brust Manuel Die Blumen stehen schon bereit Ich trag das bunte sommerkleid Das er an mir besonders liebte Nun weiss ich alles ist vorbei Er kommt zurück, ist wieder frei Heut abend gehn wir aus Manuel
49 reasons all in a line All of them good ones, all of them lies Drifting with my lady, we're oldest of friends Need a little work and there's fences to mend Steady girl, be my world Till the drifter come, now she's gone I let that man play his hand, I let them go, how was I to know? I'm down on my knees, nobody left to please Now it's over, they left in the spring Her and the drifter, lookin' for beautiful things Steady girl, be my world Till the drifter come, now she's gone I let that man play his hand I let them go, how was I to know? I'm down on my knees, nobody left to please
Manuel Composer(s): Philippe Renaux; Pascal Sevran Performer(s): Dalida
Il a passé quatre saisons entre les murs d'une prison Moi je l'ai attendu Manuel J'ai vu refleurir son jardin et j'ai compté chaque matin Qui me ramènerait Manuel J'ai pris cent fois le même train pour échanger devant témoin Des mots d'amour sans importance Je savais lire dans ses yeux Des larmes cachées de son mieux C'est dur de voir pleurer un homme
La porte s'ouvre sur la liberté Même la pluie ne change rien Il fait beau ce matin
Il a suffit de presque rien pour faire basculer son destin Sur les mauvais chemins Manuel Pour une erreur de jeunesse il a entamé sa jeunesse Pourra-t-il oublier Manuel Il a parfois pensé au pire moi je m'efforçais de sourire Et de lui redonner confiance Je disais ne t'inquiète pas Jean François te reconnaîtra Je lui parle souvent de son père
La porte s'ouvre sur la liberté Même la pluie ne change rien Il fait beau ce matin
Il a passé quatre saisons entre les murs d'une prison Moi je l'ai attendu Manuel C'est aujourd'hui qu'il me revient Je vais l'attendre au dernier train Qui me ramènera Manuel J'ai coupé des fleurs ce matin J'ai remis la robe de satin puisque c'est celle qu'il préfère Voilà qu'il rentre à la maison Moi je vais croire qu'il tiendra bon Ce soir je dine avec Manuel
2 X 2 Composer(s): Bob Dylan Performer(s): Bob Dylan
One by one, they followed the sun One by one, until there were none Two by two, to their lovers they flew Two by two, into the foggy dew Three by three, they danced on the sea Four by four, they danced on the shore Five by five, they tried to survive Six by six, they were playing with tricks
How many paths did they try and fail? How many of their brothers and sisters lingered in jail? How much poison did they inhale? How many black cats crossed their trail?
Seven by seven, they headed for heaven Eight by eight, they got to the gate Nine by nine, they drank the wine Ten by ten, they drank again
How many tomorrow's have are they given away? How many compared to yesterday? How many more without any reward? How many more can they afford?
Two by two, they stepped into the ark Two by two, they step in the dark Three by three, they're turning the key Four by four, they turn it some more One by one, they follow the sun Two by two, to another rendezvous
Manuel du Chico du sangst so schön da war der Fremde in der Kirche da Manuel dein Vater der ließ dich geh'n er nahm das viele Geld und sagte ja
Manuel der Junge aus Kastilein der war Manuel dann über Nacht ein Star Und in der großen Welt da kam das große Geld das steckten alle ein doch nur nicht du nein
Canta canta Manuel
canta canta Manuel Canta canta
Manuel ich las den Brief den du schriebst du willst bei deinem Lied zu Hause sein Manuel ich kenn' das Dorf das du liebst nun bist du eingesperrt in Stadt und Stein Manuel ich kam und hab' dich weinen geseh'n
Manuel du wolltest mit mir geh'n Denn in der großen Welt da gibt es Ruhm und Geld doch es gibt eines nicht gibt kein Zuhaus' nein
Canta canta Manuel
canta canta Manuel Canta canta
Manuel dann hab' ich gar nichts getan ich brachte dich nicht mal zurück nach Haus Manuel und dein Konzert das fing an es war wie immer du bekamst Applaus Manuel ich wüßte gern für wen du jetzt singst Manuel wem du heut' Freude bringst Da in der großen Welt da gibt es Ruhm und Geld doch es gibt eines nicht gibt kein Zuhaus' nein
20/20 Composer(s): Randy Goodrum Performer(s): George Benson
When I think of all I put you through Always taking you for granted I never saw it from your point of view Blinded by the double standard
You were tryin' to tell me all along Something in the love was missing You said "It's not too late to get it back" But I just wasn't listening
If I knew back then what I know now If I understood the what, when, why and how Now it's clear to me What I should have done But hindsight is 20/20 vision
Now I see it in a different light I've been losin' you in stages Give us one more chance I'll get it right Girl , you're gonna see some changes
If I knew back then what I know now If i understood the what, when, why and how Now it's clear to me What I should have done But hindsight is 20/20 vision
Takin' time to catch up on some history Tryin' to figure out what went wrong with you and me And it doesn't really matter what's been before But I know there's no future with you walkin' out that door
Manque De Toi Composer(s): Claude Moine; Pierre Papadiamandis Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
J'veux pas finir comme une momie à Miami Floride très peu pour moi Qu'on met sur la plage au soleil à midi Qu'on retrouve bronzé, mais froid Mais avec toi si tu l'demandais, si tu me revenais J'irai partout où tu s'ras Je me suis shooté à toi, tu l'sais Et maint'nant je suis en manque de toi Tu dis qu'j'en fais d'trop, qu'j'suis sous effet Moi j'sais pas où t'en es Mais j'sais qu'je suis accro à toi Qui a shooté l'autre? Y a que l'amour qui l'sait Et maint'nant, je suis en manque de toi Je t'attendrai, s'il le faut, toutes les nuits Zombie devant chez toi J'te promets, je ne chant'rai pas sous la pluie J'ai pas l'humour pour ça Mais avec toi si tu l'demandais C'est pas évident pour toi Je me suis shooté à toi, tu l'sais Et maint'nant je suis en manque de toi Tu dis qu'j'en fais d'trop, qu'j'suis sous effet Moi j'sais pas où t'en es Mais j'sais qu'je suis accro à toi Qui a shooté l'autre? Y a que l'amour qui l'sait Et maint'nant, je suis en manque de toi Question de feeling entre nous tu sais J'irai partout où tu s'ras Je me suis shooté à toi, tu l'sais Et maint'nant je suis en manque de toi Tu dis qu'j'en fais d'trop, qu'j'suis sous effet Moi j'sais pas où t'en es Mais j'sais qu'je suis accro à toi Qui a shooté l'autre? Y a que l'amour qui l'sait Et maint'nant, je suis en manque de toi Mais avec toi si tu me revenais J'irai partout où tu s'ras Qui a shooté l'autre? Y a que l'amour qui l'sait Et maint'nant, je suis en manque de toi
200 Balloons Composer(s): Prince Performer(s): Prince
Who gonna stop 200 balloons? Nobody Let's do it 25 policemen all in a row Can't stop the party people - Go go go If U can't beat 'em join 'em baby say so It's party time everybody come on lets go Fly with me 200 balloons (Let's do it) Blowing down the city colder than ice I think U better love me 'cuz I'm really kind of nice If U do me once girl U have 2 do me twice Wave your hand if U wanna party tonight Come on everybody 200 balloons Everybody sing it Fly with me (Let's do it) Come on baby fly with me (Let's do it) Fly with me (Let's do it) Come on baby fly with me I'll buy U love if I got 200 balloons (Let's do it) Tell me that U love me and I'll buy U a fancy car I made U a couple of times and so U made me a star So take me 4 what I'm worth, love me 4 what I are (Do, do) The Partyman, I take U way far Come on y'all 200 balloons Who's gonna stop 200 balloons? Nobody Let's do it Let's do it Let's do it Let's do it It's party time y'all 200 balloons (Do it) Don't stop me now (Do it {Poet}) My life has just begun (Do it) Rave, unto the joy y'all (Do it) The only one don't try to stop me (Do it) Fly with me (Do it) (Do it 200 Do it 200 Do it) Fly with me Come on fly with me It's party time y'all 200 balloons (Let's do it) 200 balloons (Let's do it) (Fly with me) 200 balloons Let's do it Let's do it Hey, its been good! Fly Fly Fly with me (200 balloons) Come on baby fly with me (Let's do it) Fly with me 200 balloons (Let's do it) Who gonna stop 200 balloons? Nobody Let's do it [(?) (?)] Get (Do it, Do it) Get your house in order (Do it, Do it) Get your (?), Get your (?) (200 balloons) Get your house in, Get your house in Get your hou', Get your, Get Get Get Get (Fly) (Oh yeah) Your house in order Fly with me (200) Let's do it Get your house in order 200 balloons Get your, Get your (Let's do it) Turn your heads to the east I'll be coming from the west Ain't no stoppin' me baby 'Cause I'm the best (200) Cry Cry Cry I love it when U moan This funk will cut so deep Gonna touch your soul, oh (200 balloons) (Do it, Do it, Do it, Do it) My funk is multilayered (I just) Don't stop me now (I just) I got a fever pumpin' Don't stop me now I'll make love to U (I just) [Ain't day...sea to sea] (I just) I got a warehouse full of protection, 2 times Good lord (200 balloons) I wanna be your (Rave) busy bee I'll be your busy bee Come on queen... (Rave, 200, 200, Rave, 200 balloons) (Let's do, let's, let's do it) (Rave, Fly with me) (Fly with me {200} {Rave} {200} Fly with me}) (200 {Let's do it} balloons) Rave, unto the joy fantastic, Rave (Let's do it) (...) Who gonna stop 200 balloons? Nobody
Manos Vacias Composer(s): Luis Bolin; E. Cid Performer(s): Miguel Bosé
Hoy a vuelto a darme por pensar que el diablo vino a hablar hoy mi alma no es tan cara en las calles de esta ciudad no te pares a buscar los secretos de las despedidas
No pensarias que iba a marcharme con las manos vacias por ti? No pensarias que iba a marcharme con las manos vacias por ti? No me acostumbro a perder pero juego por placer y es el juego el que me da la vida
Puede que me canse del alcohol y que esta noche salga el sol pero quien lo necesita
nunca sopla el viento a favor cuando se trata del amor y pretendes ir de prisa
No pensarias que iba a marcharme con las manos vacias por ti? No pensarias que iba a marcharme con las manos vacias por ti? No me acostumbro a perder pero juego por placer y es el juego el que me da la vida No me acostumbro a perder pero juego por placer y es el juego, si... me da la vida
200 Years Old Composer(s): Frank Zappa Performer(s): Frank Zappa & Captain Beefheart
I was sittin' in a breakfast room in Allentown
Pennsylvania, six o'clock in the morning, got up to early, it was a terrible mistake... sittin' there face-to-face with a 75 cent glass of orange juice about as big as my finger and a bowl of horribly foreshortened cornflakes, and I said to myself: "This is the life!"...
She's 200 years old so mean, she couldn't grow no lips Boy, she'd be in trouble if she tried to grow a mustache
She's two hundred years old Squattin' down & pockin' up In front of the juke box just like she had True Religion.. BOY!
She's two hundred years old Hoy!, hoy!, in 200 years half of this, none of that one.. fifty.. oh squattin' Yeah-ah, ain't she got Oohhh, she got religion now, boy
Oohhhh, ?? ?? ?? Oohhhh, she's just mean she just, she just can't grow no lips Squat.. down, so mean she can't grow no lips 200 years old, so mean she can't grow no lips
Manon Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Originally performed by: Serge Gainsbourg Covered by various other artists
Manon Manon Non tu ne sais sur'ment pas Manon À quel point je hais Ce que tu es Sinon Manon Je t'aurais déjà perdue Manon Perverse Manon Perfide Manon Il me faut t'aimer avec un autre Je le sais Manon Cruelle Manon Manon Manon Non tu ne sauras jamais Manon À quel point je hais Ce que tu es Au fond Manon Je dois avoir perdu la raison Je t'aime Manon
2000 Ans Et Un Jour Composer(s): Claude Lemesle; Michel Fugain Performer(s): Michel Fugain
2000 ans et un jour On fait le bilan, il est lourd Sans perdre de temps, ça repart pour un tour Faut pas se miner, s'faire de bile Car, pour les années, paraît-il Ce sont toujours les premières deux mille les plus difficiles
2000 ans et deux jours On rase les cons et les tours On voit mieux les gens, les couleurs, les contours On passe du venin au velours Et on rend la main à l'amour Et on voit que c'est bon, que c'est beau et on est plutôt pour
C'est peut-être la dernière chance On n'a plus le droit de se planter
2000 ans et trois jours On chasse le smog et, bonjour Il y a de nouveau du soleil dans la cour On met de l'ozone tout autour Et puis après, on fait l'amour Et ça va de mieux en mieux et on est de plus en plus pour
2000 ans, quatre jours Fini Marignan, Pearl Harbour On jette les flingues et le fric n'a plus cours On a fait la peau aux tambours L'humeur de l'humain, c'est l'humour Et n'importe quand, n'importe où, n'importe qui fait l'amour
C'est peut-être la dernière chance On n'a plus le droit de se planter
2000 ans et cinq jours Y a tant de boulot à la bourre Qu'il y en aura bien pour tout l'monde, pour toujours Mais, du sixième au septième jour On baille et on bulle, on savoure Ce monde nouveau, pourvu qu'il dure un peu plus de huit jours
