Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Lady Nina
Composer(s): Derek William Dick - Ian Mosley - Mark Kelly - Pete Trewavas - Steve Rothery
Performer(s): Marillion
You pick out your credit cards and check into the night
A dozen tequilas and youre feeling all right
So you swim to the disco, out of your depth jaded gigolo
Your lucky charms are tarnished so you leave alone
But theres one place left to go before the taxi home
After all youve made your marks
One night youll play elizabeth taylor
The next night youre marilyn monroe
Forever kissing frogs that think theyre princes
Oh, lady nina, where did all the romance go?
Your little sister babysits, your husband picks you up at six
The make-up hides the bruises and the tears so they never show
cos your beauty is the only thing youve ever owned
Its the only way youve ever known to make your marks
You made your marks, you made your marks
We believe its for real
Ich liebe dich, liebst du mich
Lady nina, Id love to take you home with me
But I love my wife and I love my family
Ive got a good job, responsibilities
And I need to keep respect from society
I know youll never act with me, I know that youre in love with me
So how do I compare to the sailors of the ships of the night?
Was I all right?
Did you come tonight, lady nina?
You made your marks, you made your marks
Ebony flowers pinned to a velvet cushion in a red light
And edith piaf sings a lullaby for the night
Just making marks, just making marks
Just making marks, just making marks
You made your marks
Ebony flowers pinned to a velvet cushion in a red light
And edith piaf sings a lullaby for the night
Just making marks, just making marks
You made your marks
And you made your mark
Just making marks
And you made your mark
Just making marks
Bana Basadi Balalo Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Bana basadi balalo Dialecte bantou Bana basadi balalo Trois petits zoulous Bana basadi balalo Sont partis en guerre Bana basadi balalo Contre les Boers
Bana basadi balalo Dialecte bantou Bana basadi balalo Trois petits zoulous Bana basadi balalo Tuent à la sagaie Le néerlandais
Bana basadi balalo Dialecte bantou Bana basadi balalo Trois petits zoulous Bana basadi balalo Trois petits négros Bana basadi balalo Sont morts en héros
Lady Margaret (aka Fair Margaret And Sweet William) (Traditional) Performer(s): Pete Seeger and multiple other artists
Sweet William rose one morning bright And dressed himself in blue "Come tell to me the long lost love Between Lady Margaret and you"
"I know no harm of Lady Margaret," said he "And I hope she knows none of me But tomorrow morning before eight o'clock Lady Margaret my bride shall be"
As Lady Margaret was in her chamber high A-combing up her hair She spied sweet William and his bride As they to the church drew near
She threw down her ivory comb And tossed back her hair And from the room a fair lady came That was seen in there no more
The day being gone and the night being come When most men were asleep Sweet William spied Lady Margaret's ghost A-standing at his bed feet
"How do you like your bed?" she said "And how do you like your sheet? And how do you like the fair lady That lies in your arms asleep?"
"Very well do I like my bed," said he "Very well do I like my sheet But better do I like the fair lady That is standing at my bed feet"
The night being gone and the day being come When most men were awake Sweet William said he was troubled in his head From a dream he had last night
He called his weary waiting maids By one, by two, by three And last of all, with his bride's consent Lady Margaret he went to see
He went unto the parlor door He knocked until he made things ring But none was so ready as her own dear brother To arise and let him in
"Is Lady Margaret in the parlour?" said he "Or is she in the hall Or is she in her chamber high Among the gay ladies all?"
"Lady Margaret is not in the parlour," said he "She is neither in the hall She is in her coffin And a-lying by the wall"
"Tear down, tear down, those milk white sheets They are made of silk so fine That I may kiss Lady Margaret's cheek For ofttimes she has kissed mine"
The first that he kissed was her rosy cheek The next was her dimpled chin The last of all was her clay-cold lips That pierced his heart within
"Tear down, tear down those milk white sheets They are made of silk so fine Today they hang around Lady Margaret's corpse And tomorrow they will hang around mine"
Lady Margaret died of pure, pure love Sweet William died of sorrow They are buried in one burying ground Both side and side together
Out of her grave grew a red rose And out of his a briar They grew in a twining true lover's knot The rose and the green briar
Bambú Composer(s): Miguel Bosé - Mássimo Grilli Performer(s): Miguel Bosé; Ricky Martin; Ana Torroja
Como una intrépida libélula ante el espejo toda incrédula pone un reparo a su extrafécula yo me la como o no?
Va y se maquilla su melancolía haciéndose la que no ve me espía me guiña un ojo y se que es toda mía yo me la como o no?
El cae y se enreda con su pátina con su elegancia neodiplomática no atina a ver cual es mi táctica si me la como o no?
Y mientras que ella plancha el corazón yo le doy bambu...turap tuhe oh yeah! y mientras ella con pasión da la llave yo le doy bambú turap tuhe oh! yeah!
I wanna get through the night...
Alí Baba que estoy haciendo turap tuhe oh! yeah!
I wanna get through the night...
Alli Baba que estoy haciendo oh! trágame tierra ábrete Sésamo que en esta historia acabo siendo el malo yo ya me la coma o no...
Y venga dai amore dai dimmi chi sei? tu que de repente prendi tutti i sogni miei
Y Eva le cuenta toda su amistad que Adan va haciendo obras de caridad y al gato mata la oscuridad yo me la como o no?
Lady Madonna ((Italian Version: Lady Madonna (by I Gleemen)) Composer(s): John Lennon - Paul McCartney First release by: The Beatles - 1968 Covered by multiple other artists
Lady Madonna, children at your feet Wonder how you manage to make ends meet Who find the money when you pay the rent Did you think that money was heaven sent
Friday night arrives without a suitcase Sunday morning creeping like a nun Monday's child has learned to tie his bootlegs See how they run
Lady Madonna, baby at your breast Wonders how you manage to feed the rest Pa pa pa pa... See how they run
Lady Madonna lying on the bed Listen to the music playing in your head
Tuesday afternoon is never ending Wednesday morning papers didn't come Thursday night you stocking needed mending See how they run
Lady Madonna, children at your feet Wonder how you manage to make ends meet
Bambou Bar
Composer(s): Luc Plamondon - Julien Clerc
Performer(s): Julien Clerc; Anne Clark
Avec sa peau d'ébène Et ses cheveux nattés Petite fleur africaine Jetée sur le pavé
Qu'est-ce qu'elle fait le soir? Elle danse au Bambou Bar Debout sur le comptoir Elle danse au Bambou Bar Et moi je viens la voir
Avec son port de reine Sur ses talons aiguilles Vaut mieux pas qu'on la prenne Jamais pour une fille
Qu'est-ce qu'elle fait le soir? Eile danse au Bambou Bar C'est tout ce qu'elle sait faire Elle danse au Bambou Bar Toute nue dans la lumière
Dans la jungle Y a des bananiers Du solei Pour nous réchauffer Des tam-tam Pour nous faire danser Comme au Bambou Bar
Qu'est-ce qu'elle fait le soir? Elle danse au Bambou Bar Sous les regards qui brillent Elle danse au Bambou Bar Et puis elle se rhabille Dans la ville Il y a des trottoirs Pas falloir Y marcher le soir Surtout pas Si on rentre tard... Du Bambou Bar
Quand elle entend derrière elle Des pas sur le macadam Elle bondit comme une gazelle Son cur bat comme un tam-tam
Elle danse au Bambou Bar Debout sur le comptoir Elle danse au Bambou Bar Et moi je viens la voir
Elle danse au Bambou Bar C'est tout ce qu'elle sait faire Elle danse au Bambou Bar Toute nue dans la lumière Elle danse au Bambou Bar Sous les regards qui brillent Elle danse au Bambou Bar Et puis elle se rhabille
Lady Lynda Composer(s): Al Jardine - Ron Altbach Performer(s): The Beach Boys
Lady lady lady lady
Won't you come here and lie lady Lynda with me We can lie in the green canyon meadows And we'll hear the birds sing in the spring Don't you know if you'll stay lady Lynda with me We can talk about love everafter When you lie lady Lynda with me
Lynda, won't you say that we can be near You cannot deny there've been hard times oooh... Darlin', evolution is drawing us near Look in my eyes whoa
Lynda, won't you say that I am your man Don't look surprised, it's all in his plan oooh... But darlin', evolution is drawing us near Lie lady lie
Oooh lady won't you lie lady
Now won't you stay lady Lynda with me We can talk about love everafter When you lie lady Lynda with me
Ohh lady won't you lie lady Won't you ooh lady won't you stay lady with me When you lie lady Lynda
Come along with me Ohh lady won't you lie lady Won't you lie with me Darlin' you know you make my heart sing Won't you come along and sing a song Sing the sound of love Ohh lady won't you lie lady Won't you lie with me Darlin your love is like the coming spring Won't you come along and sing a song Sing the song my love Ohh lady won't you lie lady Won't you lie with me Darlin your love is like the coming spring Won't you come along and sing a song Sing the song my love Ohh lady won't you lie lady Won't you lie with me Darlin your love is like the coming spring Won't you come along and sing a song Sing the song my love Ooh lady won't you lie lady won't you marry me
Dans tes silences se dessinent Des Africaines abyssines Dans tes mutismes, ton délire Va de l'Angola au Zaïre Bambou voyage par la pensée Elle est près de moi mais m'a déjà quitté
Tous les silences de Bambou Hurlent dans ma tête et me rendent fou
Dans tes yeux absents se dévoilent Des fièvres aux moiteurs tropicales Quand tes pupilles se dilatent L'eau trouble des étangs s'y miroite La saison des pluies est passée Bambou ne pleure plus, elle s'est vite consolée Tous les silences de Bambou Hurlent dans ma tête et me rendent fou
Tu es désert Bambou Et jungle Bambou Forêt de Bambou Et coups de Bambou Dans te silences se dessinent Des Africaines abyssines Dans tes commotions cérébrales Je vois l'Afrique équatoriale
Lady Lucille Composer(s): Gildas Arzel Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
J'entends des pas à la porte J'en tends les cris de la foule Les battements de cur emportent Mes forces et mon sang qui s'écoulent
Pourquoi si tôt? Ma voix est partie, j'ai oublié Tous les mots, même le premier Pourtant c'était si long d'attendre J'aurai dû mieux les apprendre
J'ai peut-être encore le temps pour un verre À quoi ça sert, à quoi ça sert
Si trop souvent je t'appelle Si tu te lasses de moi Si parfois je suis infidèle Je n'ai jamais aimé que toi
Est-ce que c'est trop? Est-ce que tu me fuis? Est-ce que tu sais? Tous les jours que je t'ai donné Entre la peur et la scène C'est le moment pour que tu viennes
J'ai peut-être encore le temps pour qu'on s'aime Ah oui! Lucille pour qu'on quitte la terre
Lady Lucille pour aujourd'hui comme hier Lady Lucille je t'adresse la même prière Lady Lucille comme un soldat avant la guerre Lady Lucille fait tomber sur moi la lumière Rock'n'roll
Lady Lucille, tu sais, je compte sur toi Lady Lucille fais qu'ils comptent avec moi
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Lady Lucille pour aujourd'hui comme hier Lady Lucille je t'adresse la même prière Lady Lucille comme un soldat avant la guerre Lad'y lucille fait tomber sur moi la lumière Rock'n'roll
Bamboozled
Composer(s): Fred Ebb - Paul Klein
Performer(s): Dean Martin
(Bam-bamboozled, bam-bamboozled)
Hey, looka here, see me grin ear to ear All aglow, I'm so bamboozled (Bamboozled) Hey, look at me walkin' tall as a tree Since I got a lot bamboozled (Bamboozled) I kept shyin' away, she kept sighin' away Now, suffice it to say That I fought and I fought, but I'm finally caught
I fly like the birds, feel too lovely for words Yesiree, that's me, bamboozled Out of my wits, but the thrill of it fits like a glove (Bamboozled, bamboozled by you) Heaven, open the door, I ain't runnin' no more I got bamboozled But, oh, how I love it in love
(La la la la la la la la la la la bamboozled, bamboozled) (La la la la la la la la la la la bamboozled, bamboozled)
I tried takin' a stand, she kept takin' my hand That felt wonderful grand So I fell like a ton, I'm a son-of-a-gun Will you look at me now, not a crease on my brow When we kiss, I'm this bamboozled Sailin' along, feelin' bright as the song of a dove (Bamboozled, bamboozled by you) She kept playin' it smart, kissed me out of my heart I got bamboozled (Bamboozled, bamboozled) But, oh, how I love it in love
Lady Love Composer(s): Vonghn Gray - Sherman Marshall Performer(s): Lou Rawls
Lady love, your love is peaceful Like the summer's breeze My lady love, with love that's tender As a baby's touch You give me all of the things That I need so much You're my world, lady love
Lady love, your love is cooling Like the winter snow My lady love, with love that's cozy As a fire's glow And I keep on needing you, girl A little more and more And I thank you, my lady love
You know, it's not easy to keep love flowing smooth People are people and they all have their moods But it's so nice just to have someone like you Who wants a smooth and easy thing And all the good times that it brings
My lady love, you've been with me Through all of my ups and downs My lady love, I once was lost But now with you I'm found You got the love I need And I want to stay around Heaven sent you down, my lady love
Let me tell you that it's not easy to keep love flowing smooth You know, people are people, they all have their moods But it's so nice just to have someone like you Who wants a smooth and easy thing And all the good times and the joy that it brings
My lady love, you've been with me Through all of my ups and downs And my crazy turn-arounds My lady love, you got the love I need So stay around Heaven sent my lady love
Lady love, sweet lady love You are so good to me Lady love, like a warm summer breeze (So glad I found my lady love, lady love) (so glad I found my lady love, lady love)
Bamboleo
Composer(s): Tonino Baliardo - J. Bouchikh - Nicolás Reyes
Performer(s): Gipsy Kings
and multiple other artists
Este amor llega asi esta manera No tiene la culpa Caballo le ven sabana Porque muy depreciado Por eso no te perdon de llorar Este amor llega asi esta manera No tiene la culpa Amor de comprementa Amor del mes pasado Bebele, bembele, bembele
Bamboleo, bambolea Porque mi vida, yo la prefiero vivir asi Bamboleo, bambolea Porque mi vida, yo la prefiero vivir asi No tiene pardon de dios Tu eres mi vida, la fortuna del destino Pero el destino tendressa para dos Lo mismo yo que ayer Lo mismo soy yo No te encuentro a labandon Es imposible no te encuentro de verdad Por eso un dia no cuentro si de nada Lo mismo you que ayer Yo pienso en ti
Bamboleo, bambolea Porque mi vida, yo la prefiero vivir asi Bamboleo, bambolea Porque mi vida, yo la prefiero vivir asi
Bamboleo, bambolea Porque mi vida, yo la prefiero vivir asi Bamboleo, bambolea Porque mi vida, yo la prefiero vivir asi
Lady Jane Composer(s): Mick Jagger - Keith Richards First release by: The Rolling Stones - 1966 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1967 - Lady Jane (Italian Version) (by I New Dada) 1979 - Lady Jane (German Version) (by Peter Schleicher)
My sweet Lady Jane When I see you again Your servant am I And will humbly remain Just heed this plea, my love On bended knee my love I pledge myself to Lady Jane
My dear Lady Anne I've done what I can I must take my leave For promised I am This play is run, my love Your time has come, my love I pledge my troth to Lady Jane
Oh, my sweet Marie I wait at your ease The sands have run out For your lady and me Wedlock is nigh, my love Her station's right, my love Life is secure with Lady Jane
Bambino
((Adapted from: Guaglione (by Aurelio Fierro) - 1956))
Composer(s): Giuseppe Fanciulli - Nisa - Jacques Larue
Performer(s): Dalida - 1956
Versions In Other Languages:
1957 - The Man Who Plays The Mandolino (by Dean Martin)
1959 - En Dreng I Neapel (by Lis Jannie & Ib Renards Orkester)
2006 - Bella Bella Signorina (by Patrizio Buanne)
2010 - Bambino (Arabic Version) (by Faudel)
Bambino, Bambino ne pleure pas, Bambino
Les yeux battus la mine triste et les joues blêmes Tu ne dors plus Tu n'es plus que l'ombre de toi-même Seul dans la rue tu rôdes Comme une âme en peine Et tous les soirs sous sa fenêtre on peut te voir
Je sais bien que tu l'adores Et qu'elle a de jolies yeux Mais tu es trop jeune encore Pour jouer les amoureux Et gratte, gratte sur ta mandoline mon petit Bambino Ta musique est plus jolie que tout le ciel de l'Italie Et canta, canta de ta voix câline mon petit Bambino Tu peux chanter tant que tu veux Elle ne te prend pas au sérieux
Avec tes cheveux si blonds Tu as l'air d'un chérubin Va plutôt jouer au ballon Comme font tous les gamins
Tu peux fumer comme un Monsieur des cigarettes Te déhancher sur le trottoir quand tu la guettes Tu peux pencher sur ton oreille, ta casquette Ce n'est pas ça, qui dans son cur, te vieillira L'amour et la jalousie ne sont pas des jeux d'enfant Et tu as toute la vie pour souffrir comme les grands
Et gratte, gratte sur ta mandoline Mon petit Bambino Ta musique est plus jolie que tout le ciel de l'Italie Et canta, canta de ta voix câline mon petit Bambino Tu peux chanter tant que tu veux Elle ne te prend pas au sérieux
Si tu as trop de tourments ne les garde pas pour toi Va le dire à ta maman les mamans c'est fait pour ça Et là, blotti dans l'ombre douce de ses bras Pleure un bon coup et ton chagrin s'envolera
The Lady In Red Performer(s): Desi Arnaz (aka Ricky Ricardo)
Oh the lady in red is as fresh as a daisy when the town is in bed Dancing and dining and shining with originality She's very proper She's nothing more than a pal Oh me and oh my You'll never stop her She'll be a dangerous gal If she ever met the right guy
Oh the lady in red The fellas are crazy for the lady in red She's a bit gaudy but lord what a pretty personality
Say have you ever met the girl who's the toast of the town A work of art without a question You better write her number down, you fools
Bama Lama Bama Loo
Composer(s): Little Richard
First release by: Little Richard - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists
Bama lama bama loo Got a girl named Lucinder, we call her the great pretender Got a girl named Lucinder, we call her the great pretender And when she talks, she says bama lama loo
Bama lama, bama loo, bama lama, bama loo Bama lama, bama loo, bama lama, bama loo Now I dig her style, she's like a drive me wild with Bama lama, bama loo
I asked my baby for kiss, she shook her head like this I asked my little girl for kiss, she shook her head around like this She said woooo-oh, yeah
Bama lama, bama loo, ... Now I dig that style, it's drivin' me wild with Bama lama, bama loo
I asked my baby for kiss, ...
Bama lama, bama loo, ... Now I dig that style, now I'm drivin' her wild with Bama lama, bama loo
The Lady In Red Composer(s): Chris de Burgh First release by: Chris de Burgh - 1986 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 2006 - Ledi Dojdya (by Aleksandr Panaiotov) 2008 - El Hombre Del Ayer (by Rosa)
I've never seen you looking so lovely as you did tonight I've never seen you shine so bright I've never seen so many men ask you if you wanted to dance They're looking for a little romance, given half a chance I have never seen that dress you're wearing Or the highlights in your head that catch your eyes I have been blind The lady in red is dancing with me cheek to cheek There's nobody here, it's just you and me, It's where I wanna be But I hardly know this beauty by my side I'll never for get, the way you look tonight
I've never seen you looking so gorgeous as you did tonight I've never seen you shine so bright you were amazing I've never seen so many people want to be there by your side And when you turned to me and smiled, It took my breath away I have never had such a feeling Such a feeling of complete and utter love, as I do tonight
The way you look tonight I never will forget, the way you look tonight The lady in red The lady in red The lady in red My lady in red (I love you)
Lady In Black Composer(s): Ken Hensley First release by: Uriah Heep - 1971
She came to me one morning One lonely Sunday morning Her long hair flowing In the midwinter wind I know not how she found me For in darkness I was walking And destruction lay around me From a fight I could not win Ah ah ah ...
She asked me name my foe then I said the need within some men To fight and kill their brothers Without thought of love or God And I begged her give me horses To trample down my enemies So eager was my passion To devour this waste of life Ah ah ah ...
But she wouldn't think of battle that Reduces men to animals So easy to begin And yet impossible to end For she's the mother of our men Who counselled me so wisely then I feared to walk alone again And asked if she would stay Ah ah ah ...
Oh lady lend your hand outright And let me rest here at your side Have faith and trust In peace she said And filled my heart with life There is no strength in numbers Have no such misconception But when you need me Be assured I won't be far away Ah ah ah ...
Thus having spoke she turned away And though I found no words to say I stood and watched until I saw Her black coat disappear My labour is no easier But now I know I'm not alone I find new heart each time I think upon that windy day And if one day she comes to you Drink deeply from her words so wise Take courage from her As your prize And say hello from me Ah ah ah ...
Baltimore
Composer(s): Boudleaux Bryant - Felice Bryant
Performer(s): Sonny James
My shirt is ragged and my pants are tore I aint found nothin Im a-looking for And I wanna go back to Baltimore
I miss my dinghy on the Chesapeake shore The shrimp and the shad fish I adore And I wanna go back to Baltimore
Well, I left home about ten months ago Cause I was tired of my status quo
I said Im sick of this dead-haired town Im gonna cut out and have a look around That was my first mistake
For a while I was living real hole in the hog Having more fun than a pedigree dog For long though, my loot ran low And I said, oh well, Ill be a hobo That was my second mistake
My shirt is ragged and my pants are tore I aint found nothing Im looking for And I want to go back to Baltimore
Well I starved in Chicago and Kalamazoo Went down to Atlanta an I starved there too I met a lot of girls but you cant make time When youre knockinon a back door And begging for a dime I know I tried it
I looked for my fortune as hard as I could But you cant find a fortune chopping up wood So Ill admit, though Ill lose a lot of face That my own back yard was a heck of a place Baltimore good old Baltimore
My shirt is ragged and my pants are tore I aint found nothin Im a-looking for And I wanna go back to Baltimore
I miss my dinghy on the Chesapeake shore The shrimp and the shad fish I adore And I wanna go back to Baltimore
Fetch me a train Flag me down a Simmer Man, I dont care I gotta get back
