Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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María de la calle nace cuando muere el sol Se para en las esquinas con temor... a que llegue un policía y la sorprenda dando amor María de la calle, a un señor
Con la mirada atenta siempre anda por ahí con su vestido negro de salir... Como una gata en agosto de diciembre al mes de abril María de la calle, de Madrid
Y se va dando, como la noche y entre los coches sus pasos vuelan Todo el que tiene una pena va tras de ti María sola, la de la calle pequeño talle, triste sonrisa Tiene el corazón a prisa para olvidar...
María de la calle siempre canta una canción de esas que la radio ya olvidó Y le cuenta a todo el mundo que ella tuvo un gran amor que fue por un "negocio" a Nueva York
María vuelve a casa cuando el sol ya va a salir murmuran las vecinas, por ahí... Prepara el desayuno y lee el diario del país María de la calle va a dormir
We waren late oorlogskinderen in volle armoede verwekt we groeiden op in het begin der vette jaren in alle kuisheid opgevoed met een domper op de bek men wilde ons in alle zuiverheid bewaren we werden ouder en de rock'n'roll teisterde het land we wierpen onze eerste blikken naar de meiden toen kwam Dylan en de rest en in ons, een stille kracht mijn beste jongen, 't waren wonderlijke tijden
Alles wat er dan gebeurde ging toen zo verduiveld snel we verbraken onze banden met 't verleden onze haren werden langer als een liederlijk protest tegen wat de burgerij van toen vereerde we riepen alles zal veranderen want iedereen is gelijk wat de ouderen ons vertelden wordt vergeten we riepen alles wordt verdeeld van nu af aan geen arm of rijk mijn beste jongen, 't leek de aardse tuin van Eden
't Was in 68, we waren jong en zo oprecht we droomden van de revolutie en we meenden het niet slecht o we waren maffe kikkers maar o mijn god, we waren echt
De tijd heeft uitgewezen zoals men ons ook had voorspeld dat het niet zo simpel was als we toen meenden de cirkel werd gesloten want de strijders van voorheen zijn hun oude droom meestal allang vergeten misschien was het toch niet vergeefs zoals ik soms nog wel eens denk is er toen toch meer gebeurd dan we nu weten misschien komt alles ooit terug maar dan juister als voorheen want beste jongen, 't leek de aardse tuin van Eden
't Was in 68, we waren jong en zo oprecht we droomden van de revolutie en we meenden het niet slecht o we waren maffe kikkers maar o mijn god, we waren echt
Maria Che Se Ne Va French Title: Marie, Quand Tu T'en Vas Composer(s): Georges Calabrese; Charles Aznavour; Gilbert Bécaud Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Maria che se ne va Il sole si nasconde E tornano da me Le nuviole, le ombre Dei non so dei perché
Maria che se ne va Un sogno incattivito Fra i tanti che mi dà Un giorno che è finito Senza spuntare mai
Maria Maria che se ne va
Maria che ne va Le assurde gelosie Di un uomo che non sa Che le malinconie Di chi vuole e non ha
Maria che se ne va La macchina scoperta Il vento nel foulard Un'avventura certa E io a morire qua
Maria Maria che se ne va
Maria che tornerà Col trucco un po' sbavato E mi sorriderà Togliendosi il vestito E così mi riavrà
Maria che tornerà Con aria disinvolta A cui non chiederò Chiedendo che una volta Prima o opoi chi losa
Go out with the boys I said I'll be alright Mama She'll never let me go to far The man on the stage plays a way out piano My brother's sitting in on guitar Shifty in the corner says "For heaven's sake - you drive that girl too far"
She was a '68 teenage queen The prettiest girl I've ever seen A movie star in a great big car A '68 teenage queen
A man comes over, looking like a robber She'll never let me go to far Keep outta trouble, don't burst your bubble She'll never let me drive her car Shifty in the corner says "For heaven's sake - you drive that girl too far"
She was a '68 teenage queen The prettiest girl I've ever seen A movie star in a great big car A '68 teenage queen.
(Instrumental)
Go out with the boys, I said I'll be alright Mama She'll never let me go to far The man on the stage plays a way out piano My brother's sitting in on guitar Shifty in the corner says "For heaven's sake - you drive that girl too far"
She was a '68 teenage queen The prettiest girl I've ever seen A movie star in a great big car A '68 teenage queen
Kingston, Kingston Composer(s): Lou Deprijck; Jay Alanski Performer(s): Lou & the Hollywood Bananas
Ça commence à bouger J'ai plus hésité J'ai dansé le reggae À Montego Bay C'est l'hiver à Paris Paris la pluie et l'ennui Mais ici plus d'soucis
Kingston Kingston Kingston Kingston
À l'hôtel le liftier Il peut pas s'empêcher De swinguer sur un air de Bob Marley Le soleil va briller Sable blanc Cocotiers C'est comme ça toute l'année
Kingston Kingston Kingston Kingston
Ouh ouh ouh ouh ouh ouh
Kingston Kingston Kingston Kingston
Mon costume Crème glacée Ma chemise à palmiers Trop chaud J'les ai défaits Des fois qu'on s'demanderait Le soleil va briller Sable blanc Cocotiers Aussi fort toute l'année
69 Année Érotique Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg & Jane Birkin; Kramer; Luscious Jackson
Gainsbourg et son Gainsborough Ont pris le ferry-boat De leur lit par le hublot Ils regardent la côte Ils s'aiment et la traversée Durera toute une année Ils vaincront les maléfices Jusqu'en soixante-dix
Gainsbourg et son Gainsborough Vont rejoindre Paris Ils ont laissé derrière eux La Tamise et Chelsea Ils s'aiment et la traversée Durera toute une année Et que les dieux les bénissent Jusqu'en soixante-dix
7 Billion People Composer(s): J. Fluitsma; E. van Tijn; F. Pels; P. Phillips Oland Performer(s): Engelbert Humperdinck
Everybody's talking And fighting to be heard No-one listens anymore So no-one hears a word
We eat our breakfast Work all day Hide inside our houses The center of the universe is getting pretty crowded
We dream our dreams and cry our tears Look for easy answers Hate what we don't understand And run from what connects us
Seven billion people Living on a little planet Wonder what we're doing here But who can understand it
Seven billion people Looking for a revelation Could be life's a journey And not a destination
We agitate and demonstrate Just too many causes Politically so correct Sometimes we grasp at straws
We fight our tears and in the end Does anything get clearer? We learn to see what life could be Lookin' in a rear-view mirror
Love and hate are easy lies Everybody uses It's hard to lose the things we prize If everyone refuses
Seven billion people Living on a little planet Wonder what we're doing here But who can understand it Seven billion people Looking for a revelation Could be life's a journey And not a destination
Maria Bartiromo Composer(s): Joey Ramone Performer(s): Joey Ramone
What´s happening on Wall St. What´s happening at the Stock Exchange I want to know What´s happening on Squawk Box What´s happening with my stocks I want to know I watch you on the TV every single day Those eyes make everything okay I watch her every day I watch her every night She´s really outta sight
Maria Bartiromo Maria Bartiromo Maria Bartiromo
What´s happening with Yahoo! What´s happening with AOL I want to know What´s happening with Intel What´s happening with Amazon I want to know I watch you on TV every single day Those eyes make eveything OK I watch her every day I watch her every night She´s really outta sight
Maria Bartiromo Maria Bartiromo Maria Bartiromo Maria Bartiromo Maria Bartiromo
What´s happening on Wall St. What´s happening at the Stock Exchange I want to know What´s happening on Squawk Box What´s happening with my stocks I want to know
I watch her at the big board every single day While she´s reporting you best stay out of her way I watch her every day I watch her every night She´s really outta sight
7 Day Weekend Composer(s): Dallas Austin; Grace Jones; Clarence "Satch" Satchell Performer(s): Grace Jones
Oh nobody does it the way I like this? Mmmm .... where are you from? Yeah, you really got me now ..... I was at a party, spotted your baby face hair slicked back in place, smile so vivid I knew I had to make a move on your pretty feet weak off I've got to think to get you in my limits Let me show you how to ease my tension Use your body and soul Just how far will I go? You want an answer to your question Do you really want to know? You're out of my reach that's why I want you more
It's a choice of trick or treat We'll begin and end on a 7 day weekend Are you so blind that you can't see? A kiss will lead you on Sex will bring you under I bet you it's all over Uh huh, gotta get up gotta get up Send you up send you up On a 7 day weekend
Contradictions get distorted and you know there's no guarantee I had to fool with his friend Standing in front of him to bring his attention to me Let me show you how to ease my tension Use your body and soul Just how far will I go? You want an answer to your question Do you really want to know? 'Cause, you're out of my reach That's why I want you more It's a choice of trick or treat We'll begin and end on a 7 day weekend Are you so blind that you can't see? A kiss will lead you on The sex will bring you under I bet you it's all over
Love that's beyond the line, losing my dignity Love without trust, what is it worth You've got to live your life gracefully!!!
It's a choice of trick or treat We'll begin and end on a 7 day weekend Are you so blind that you can't see? A kiss will lead you on The effect will bring you under I bet you it's all over It's a choice of trick or treat We'll begin and end on a 7 day weekend Are you so blind that you can't see? A kiss will lead you on The effect will bring you under I bet you it's all over
Ohhhh, yeahhhh ... You make me feel so good inside Baby let me love you tonight I'm yours ..... weekend I tell you, we'll begin and end on a 7 day weekend Are you so blind that you can't see? A kiss will lead you on Effects will bring you under I bet you ... it's a choice ... yeah .... We'll begin and end on a seven day weekend A kiss will lead you on Effects will bring you under (laughs ...) 7 days .... 7 days and I got you where I want you I got you where I want you, you're mine (laughs) ... You're mine, you're mine ...... (laughs)
Maria Composer(s): Leonard Bernstein; Stephen Sondheim Originally performed by: Larry Kent Covered by various other artists
(As Tony sings, he looks for where Maria lives)
The most beautiful sound I ever heard Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria... All the beautiful words of the world in a single word Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria...
Maria! I've just met a girl named Maria And suddenly that name Will never be the same To me
Maria! I've just kissed a girl named Maria And suddenly I've found How wonderful a sound Can be!
Maria! Say it loud and there's music playing Say it soft and it's almost like praying
7 Seven deadly sins That's how the world begins Watch out when you step in For seven deadly sins Seven deadly sins That's when the fun begins (Seven deadly sins)
(Sin number one) was when you left me (Sin number two) you said goodbye (Sin number three) was when you told me a little white lie
Seven deadly sins Once it starts, it never ends (seven deadly sins) Watch out aroung the bend (seven deadly sins) A seven deadly sins (seven deadly sins)
(Sin number four) was when you looked my way (Sin number five) was when you smiled (Sin number six) was when you let me stay Sin number seven was when you touched me and told me why
Seven deadly sins So many rules to bend Time and time again Seven deadly sins Seven deadly sins
Seven deadly sins That's how the world begins (seven deadly sins) Watch out when you step in (seven deadly sins) For seven deadly sins Seven (seven) seven (seven) seven (seven) seven (deadly sins)
So much for friendly conversation Simple advice between friends When you step between two lovers Theyre steppin out, youre steppin in Oh Lord ... here we go again Hey! Im in the middle, stuck here in the middle Yea! Im in the middle, I cant stand the middle Hey! diddle diddle it sucks here in the middle Yea! Im in the middle, cant stand the middle 3 in the middle still leaves two on the outside Id rather be right white conservative or Far left cult radical extreme I never learned to keep my mouth shut Just speak my mind every time Can I lay it on the line? Hey, Im in the middle, I cant stand the middle Yea! Im in the middle, it sucks here in the middle Hey! diddle diddle, Im stuck in the middle Yea! Im in the middle, I cant stand the middle 3 in the middle still leaves two on the outside Yea ... I cant stand the middle! Yea! Yea! Well this thing is killing me Im in the middle, it sucks here in the middle Im in the middle, I cant stand the middle Hey! Im in the middle, I cant stand the middle Hey! Im in the middle, stuck here in the middle 3 in the middle still leaves two on the outside Im in the middle, cant stand the middle In the middle, I cant stand the middle In the middle, I cant stand the middle 3 in the middle still leaves two on the outside
María Composer(s): Leonard Bernstein; M. Molina Montes Performer(s): Javier Solís (Originally performed by: Larry Kent)
María tu nombre es sagrado en mí María, María, María, María María tu nombre es sagrado en mí María, María, María, María María, María, María te llamas así vida mía igual que la mujer que dio forma de ser a Dios
María, tu nombre es destino de siglos lo gritan sin cesar la tierra el viento el mar y el sol Tu nombre más blanco que la blanca espuma disipó de mis noches la bruma, María te llamas así vida mía
Tu nombre más blanco que la blanca espuma disipó de mis noches la bruma, María te llamas así vida mía María, María, María
Well, when I walk, when I walk Walk my horse upon a hill Well, when I walk, walk, walk, walk Walk my horse upon a hill When I lay me down Will my lover love me still?
A dog is here A dog is there My dog he got three legs But he can't run
Well, when I thought, well, I thought When I thought you was my friend When I thought, well, I thought When I thought you was my friend But you let me down, ho Put my heart around the bend
A fly flies in A fly flies out Most flies they got three legs But mine got one
Well, when I fly, when I fly, when I fly When I fly above the clouds Oh, when I fly, when I fly, when I fly When I fly above the clouds You can knock me down, with a feather, yes, you could But you know it's not allowed
A dog is here A dog is there My dog he got three legs But he can't run
My dog he got three legs, your dog he got none, uh, uh, uh My dog he got three legs, your dog he got none My dog he got three legs, your dog he got none
3/4 Time Composer(s): Tony Joe White Performer(s): Ray Charles
I like enchilados and old El Dorados that shine And old friend the guitar and songs and women and wine They say that I'm livin too fast but I'm feelin fine (yeah) And I just keep easin along in 3/4 time Sometimes I get sideways and stay up all night writin songs They say it ain't healthy but somehow I keep goin on (I do) I write what I feel and don't care if the damn thing don't rhyme (no) Just gimme a C chord and play it in 3/4 time (got it)
Chorus: It's a big old world and we all have to live out our lives And one thing's for sure ain't none of gonna get out alive (uhuh, sorry)
So while I'm still kickin I'm gonna keep pickin my tunes I like what I'm doin and I hope it don't end too soon Cause all a my life there's one thing I keep hopin to find (yes) A woman who likes to make love in 3/4 time (be nice ya know)
Chorus: It's a big old world and we all have to live out our lives And one thing's for sure ain't none of gonna get out alive (uhuh, sorry)
Pour faire pleurer Margot Margot-cur-tendre, Margot-cur-gros Il suffit d'un refrain Air de guitare, pleurs d'arlequin L'enfant du Paradis Vient là pour oublier sa vie Plus c'est triste, plus c'est beau Et plus elle rêve, Margot cur gros
Pour faire pleurer Margot Margot-chagrin, Margot-sanglot Il lui faut des regrets De belles amours contrariées L'enfant du Paradis Veut voir Colombine en folie Et voir l'ami Pierrot Pleurer avec Margot cur gros
Pour faire pleurer Margot Margot-soupir, Margot-mélo Dans ma vie je n'ai rien Qu'un grand amour qui finit bien L'enfant du Paradis S'ennuie quand les amants sourient Tant pis pour le mélo Je t'aime... Tu m'aimes... Salut, Margot!
3/5 Of A Mile In 10 Seconds Composer(s): Marty Balin Performer(s): Jefferson Airplane
Do away with people blowin' my mind Do away with people wastin' my precious time Take me to a simple place Where I can easily see my face Maybe baby, I'll see that you were kind Know I love you baby, yes I do Know I love you baby, yes I do
Do away with people laughin' at my hair Do away with people frownin' on my precious cares Take me to a circus tent Where I can easily pay my rent And all the other freaks will share my cares Know I love you baby, yes I do Know I love you baby, yes I do
Do away with things that come on obscene Like hot rods, pre-cleaned real fine nicotine Sometimes the price is 65 dollars Prices like that make a grown man holler 'Specially when it's sold by a kid who's only 15 Know I love you baby, yes I do Know I love you baby, yes I do
Ik zat aan het ontbijt een beschuitje te soppen Toen zag ik opeens een klein autootje stoppen Het was een Peugeootje, zo groot, nee, iets groter Het stond naast mijn theekopje, vlak bij de boter En ja hoor, daar ging het portiertje al open En kwam een klein vrouwtje naar buiten gekropen Heel blond in bikini, een beeldig figuurtje Ze stond op m'n bord en ze vroeg om een vuurtje Ze zei: "Ik heet Margootje" En ik zei: "Hallo" Ze zei: "Nou daar ben ik dan, he" En ik zei: "Oh" Ik vroeg haar, uit wat voor een plaatsje ze kwam Ze zei: "Nou, wat dacht je, uit Madurodam"
Margootje, Margootje, ze klom op mijn broodje Ze trok aan mijn haar, ze zat op mijn mouw M'n kleine vriendinnetje, zo'n neussie, zo'n kinnetje Ze riep in m;n oor, o ik hou zo van jou Margootje, Margootje, in zo'n klein Peugeootje Margootje, Margootje uit Madurodam
Ze was wel erg lief, maar ze werd te aanhalig Ze wou mee in bad en dat vond ik schandalig Toen heb ik haar weggebracht in haar Peugeootje Naar Madurodam en ik zei: "Dag Margootje" Ik zette haar neer bij het AVRO-gebouwtje Ik zei: "Nou naar huis en wees een zoet vrouwtje" Maar 's avonds deed ik de broodtrommel open Daar zat ze weer achter de koek weggekropen O, had ik haar toen maar de deur uitgezet Ze wou in m'n bad en ze wou in m'n bed Zij werd erg ondeugend en ik schreeuwde kwaad "Jij Christine Keeler in pocketformaat"
Margootje, Margootje, in een klein pettycoatje Ze zwom in m'n bad en ze zat op de Vim Ze kroop in een laatje met zo'n klein behaatje Ze kroop in m'n binnenzak en fluisterde "Wim" Margootje, Margootje, kleine idiootje Margootje, Margootje uit Madurodam
Ik zei dat ik zoiets beslist niet meer wilde Ze beet in m'n teen en krijste en gilde En toen is ze weggegaan, boos en beledigd En daarmede was de affaire erledigt Maar het laatste nieuws dat ik van haar vernam Ze zit nu in de Begijnhof van Madurodam Ze draagt een zedig wit kapje, zo'n kleintje Ze is nu een kuis en een deugdzaam begijntje Maar soms kijk ik nog wel eens achter een vaas Ik kijk in het trommeltje met speculaas Ik kijk of ze soms in m'n zeepbakje is Omdat ik haar toch wel een klein beetje mis
Margootje, Margootje, ik riep je, ik floot je Ik zoek onder 't kussen, ik kijk in m'n hoed Ik zoek in de laatjes, in hoekjes en gaatjes Nou ben je verdwenen voor altijd, voorgoed Margootje, Margootje begijntje, Bardootje Margootje, Margootje Uit Madurodam
