Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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L'arlecchino Gitano ((French & German Versions: L'arlequin De Tolède (by Dalida); Komm, Senorita, Komm (by Dalida)) Composer(s): Ardiente - Hubert Giraud - Jean Dréjac Performer(s): Dalida
Quando un vibrar di chitarra Accorata e bizzarra Nasce cercando la luna Che risplende serena Un arlecchino gitano Arriva da lontano E canta la serenata Ai segni di Granata
E' primavera là nell'Estramadura Sboccia la gioventù che pero non dura Triste l'autunno già viene con la sera Meglio percio baciar ogni bocca che puoi trovar
Quell'Arlecchino gitano Che arrivo da lontano Desta un vibrar di chitarra Accorata e bizzarra E sotto un raggio di luna Rivede Colombina Che ascolta la sereneta Nel cielo di Granata
E'primavera là nell'Estramadura Lei lo lascio perchè mai l'amore dura E quando lo bacio non fu mai sincera Meglio dimenticar alla bianca luna cantar
Quando un vibrar di chitarra Accorata e bizzarra Nasce cercando la luna Che risplende serena Un arlecchino gitano Arriva da lontano E canta la serenata Ai sogni di Granata
E' primavera ancor nell'Estramadura Egli ha vent'anni in cuor e non si dipera Certo una bocca ancor troverà sincera Che gli farà scordar chi lo volle un giorno lasciar
Beautiful Morning Glory Composer(s): T. Texas Tyler Performer(s): T. Texas Tyler
Beautiful morning glory kissed and caressed by the dew Beautiful morning glory good morning glory to you
I've traveled all over the country I seldom sleep in a bed When my feet get tired of walking I simply stand on my (head) Beautiful morning glory...
I stopped at a house for a handout I didn't go there to beg And I'd jumped the great big ol' bulldog and took her bite out off my (leg) Beautiful morning glory...
I once had a bald headed girl friend I knocked her wig off at a dance And when I stooped over to get it she kicked me right in my (ass) Beautiful morning glory... Good morning glory to you
L'arlequin De Tolède ((German & Italian Versions: Komm, Senorita, Komm (by Dalida); L'arlecchino Gitano (by Dalida)) Composer(s): Hubert Giraud - Jean Dréjac Performer(s): Dalida
Une rose à sa guitare peuplée d'accords bizarres Le blanc d'un rayon de lune jouant sur sa peau brune Un Arlequin de Tolède passe dans la nuit tiède Il chante la sérénade des amants de Grenade
Hier c'était le printemps dans l'Estrémadure Hier il avait vingt ans mais cela ne dure Que le temps d'un instant car la vie est dure Pour les jeunes amants qui veulent croire aux serments
Et l'Arlequin de Tolède perdu dans la nuit tiède En caressant sa guitare trouve un accord bizarre Un écho de mandoline il revoit Colombine Vibrante à la sérénade d'un Pierrot de Grenade
Hier c'était le printemps dans l'Estrémadure Hier c'était lui l'amant mais cela ne dure Que le temps d'un serment d'un je te le jure Avec cette leçon il a fait une chanson
Une rose à sa guitare peuplée d'accords bizarres Un Arlequin de Tolède perdu dans la nuit tiède Entend sous la lune blonde tous les amants du monde Qui chantent la sérénade des amants de Grenade
Hier c'était le printemps dans l'Estrémadure Hier il avait vingt ans mais cela ne dure Que le temps d'un instant pour une âme dure Aujourd'hui c'est l'été et vive la liberté
Beautiful Maria Of My Soul
((Spanish Version: Bella Maria de Mi Alma (by Antonio Banderas))
Composer(s): Robert Kraft - Arne Glimcher
Performer(s): Los Lobos - 1987
and multiple other artists
In the sunlight of your smile In the summer of our life In the magic of love Storms above scattered away
Lovers dreaming in the night Reaching for paradise But as the dark shadows fade Love slips away
On an empty stretch of beach In the pattern of the waves Drawing pictures with my hand In the sand, I see your face
Skipping pebbles on the sea Wishing for paradise Sand castles crumble below The restless tides ebb and flow Listening to a shell Hoping for your voice Beautiful Maria of my soul
Though we'll always be apart Locked forever in a dream If I ever love again Even then, nothing will change
And the taste of you remains Clinging to paradise But as the distance from you grows All that my heart ever knows Hunger for your kiss Longing for your touch Beautiful Maria of my soul
Filling all my nights Haunting all my days Beautiful Maria of my soul
Beautiful Love
Composer(s): Haven Gillespie - Wayne King - Egbert Van Alstyne - Victor Young
First release by: Helen Merrill - 1955
Covered by multiple other artists
Beautiful love You are a mystery Beautiful love What have you done to me I was content till you came along Thrilling me with your song
Beautiful love I've ruined your paradise Searching for my dream to realize Reaching for heaven depending on you Beautiful love Will my dreams come true
Reaching for heaven depending on you Beautiful love Will my dreams come true
C'est incroyable Chaque fois que nous partons en vacances On prend toujours trop d'affaires Mais cette fois-ci pas question Même si mes enfants me disent
Les animaux n'ont pas de chemise Pas de robe, pas de valises Ils nous ont vus faire nos bagages Ils voudront être du voyage Qu'est-ce qu'on fait?
On va décider
La chouette et ses lunettes Quel regard elle a! - On la prend, dis, maman? Le lièvre aux grandes oreilles Gambade déjà - On le prend, dis, maman? Le canari qui s'est blessé On n'peut pas le laisser Prends-le si tu veux - On le prends dis maman? Il guérira mieux Et ton petit chien Framboise Frétille déjà - On le prend, dis maman? L'agneau plein de bouclettes Qui dort près de toi - Prends-le, prends-le maman!
Et sur la route on va penser C'est l'Arche de Noë Enfin ça ira - La plus belle c'est maman On se serrera
On trouve toujours de la place Pour ceux qu'on aime Et si en chemin tombe la pluie Ce sera comme au Déluge aussi
Le chat et la souris blanche Qui ne se quittent pas - On les prend, dis, maman? Et le canard sauvage, qui le nourrira? - On le prend, dis maman?
Et sur la route on va penser C'est l'Arche de Noë Enfin, ça ira - La plus belle, c'est maman On se serrera
La la la la ... - La plus belle, c'est maman La la la la ... - La plus belle, c'est maman
Et sur la route on va penser C'est l'Arche de Noë Enfin, ça ira - La plus belle, c'est maman Va chercher ton papa
Beautiful Loser
Composer(s): Bob Seger
Performer(s): Bob Seger; The Spiny Anteaters
He wants to dream like a young man
With the wisdom of an old man
He wants his home and security
He wants to live like a sailor at sea
Beautiful loser, where you gonna fall?
You realize you just cant have it all
Hes your oldest and your best friend
If you need him, hell be there again
Hes always willing to be second best
A perfect lodger, a perfect guest
Beautiful loser, read it on the wall
And realize, you just cant have it all
... you cant have it all, you cant have it all
Oh, oh, ... cant have it all
Hell never make any enemies
He wont complain if hes caught in a freeze
Hell always ask, hell always say please
Beautiful loser, never take it all
cause its easier, faster when you fall
You just dont need it all
Oh, oh, ... you just dont need it all
L'arc-En-Ciel D'un Quart D'heure Performer(s): Georges Brassens
Cet arc-en-ciel qui nous étonne Quand il se lève après la pluie S'il insiste, il fait monotone Et l'on se détourne de lui L'adage a raison: la meilleure Chose en traînant se dévalue L'arc-en-ciel qui dure un quart d'heure Personne ne l'admire plus L'arc-en-ciel qui dure un quart d'heure Est superflu
Celui que l'aura populaire Avait mis au gouvernail quand Il fallait sauver la galère En détresse dans l'ouragan Passé péril en la demeure Ne fut même pas réélu L'arc-en-ciel qui dure un quart d'heure Personne ne l'admire plus L'arc-en-ciel qui dure un quart d'heure Est superflu
Cette adorable créature Me répétait: "je t'aime tant Qu'à ta mort, sur ta sépulture Je me brûle vive à l'instant!" À mon décès, l'ordonnateur(e) Des pompes funèbres lui plut L'arc-en-ciel qui dure un quart d'heure Personne ne l'admire plus L'arc-en-ciel qui dure un quart d'heure Est superflu
Ce cabotin naguère illustre Et que la foule applaudissait À tout rompre durant trois lustres Nul à présent ne sait qui c'est Aucune lueur ne demeure De son étoile révolue L'arc-en-ciel qui dure un quart d'heure Personne ne l'admire plus. L'arc-en-ciel qui dure un quart d'heure Est superflu
I don't know why I call you my dear I don't know why I feel so sincere Why do I want you why am I glad Why am I happy, why am I sad Why do I smile when I ought to cry Why do you say good-bye Why am I yearning, my heart is burning I know the reason why
You are the dearest you are the best You are so different from all the rest I love to gaze in those tender eyes, A world of wealth is no greater prize You have a charm that seems to be new It thrills me thru and thru Don't leave me lonely I want you only Nobody else but you
Beautiful girl I love you, beautiful girl, I love you I loved you truly for many a day There's only one thing that my heart seems to say Beautiful girl You haunt me, beautiful girl I want you I love your eyes Your smile, your sighs You beautiful, beautiful girl
L'arbre Va Tomber Composer(s): Francis Cabrel Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
L'arbre va tomber Les branches salissaient les murs Rien ne doit rester Le monsieur veut garer sa voiture Nous, on l'avait griffé Juste pour mettre des flèches et des curs Mais l'arbre va tomber Le monde regarde ailleurs L'arbre va tomber Ça fera de la place au carrefour L'homme est décidé Et l'homme est le plus fort, toujours C'est pas compliqué Ça va pas lui prendre longtemps Tout faire dégringoler L'arbre avec les oiseaux dedans! Y avait pourtant tellement de gens Qui s'y abritaient Et tellement qui s'y abritent encore Toujours sur nous penché Quand les averses tombaient Une vie d'arbre à coucher dehors L'arbre va tomber L'homme veut mesurer sa force Et l'homme est décidé La lame est déjà sur l'écorce Y avait pourtant tellement de gens Qui s'y abritaient Et tellement qui s'y abritent encore Toujours sur nous penché Quand les averses tombaient Une vie d'arbre à coucher dehors L'arbre va tomber On se le partage déjà Y a rien à regretter C'était juste un morceau de bois Un bout de forêt Avancé trop près des maisons Et pendant qu'on parlait L'arbre est tombé pour de bon! Y avait pourtant tellement de gens Qui s'y abritaient Et toutes ces nuits d'hiver Quand les averses tombaient T'as dû en voir passer Des cortèges de paumés Des orages, des météores Et toutes ces nuits d'hiver Quand les averses tombaient Une vie d'arbre à coucher dehors À perdre le nord À coucher dehors... à coucher dehors
Beautiful Daughter Composer(s): Roy Wood Performer(s): The Move
Well it's nice in its way, "Yes", you know, some of it, not uh, not when they go naked Uh, you are obviously not British people, where are you from? "I'm British You're British, you were born in Britain Where is you, where? "Stepney" Stepney. Nice, um, what are your favorite British pop artists? Um, well I don't have one anyway Do you like reggae? It's my music
There we go, running before we can walk again Can you imagine the hours I keep Learning to sleep again, see her face again Blast the world, fruits of the morning... Carry the weight of the heart in a storm Suffer the dawn today, today
Your beautiful daughter made me younger yesterday Beautiful daughter, now the darkness hides the tears that soak The pillow where she lay
Wide awake, lying in wait for the moon to break Drinking the lake of the dreams that we share Wanting you there today, today
Your beautiful daughter made me younger yesterday Beautiful daughter, now the darkness hides the tears that soak The pillow where she lay
Can you believe she just dropped in to say goodbye, say goodbye I'm crying, beautiful daughter give me more, open the door Pools in her eyes that are bright and deep Can you imagine the hours I keep Learning to sleep again, again
Your beautiful daughter made me younger yesterday Beautiful daughter, now the darkness hides the tears that soak The pillow where she lay
Your beautiful daughter made me younger yesterday Beautiful daughter, now the darkness hides the tears that soak The pillow where she lay
Beautiful daughter give me more, open the door
Your beautiful daughter made me younger yesterday Beautiful daughter, now the darkness hides the tears that soak The pillow where she lay ...
Beautiful Child
Composer(s): Stevie Nicks
Performer(s): Fleetwood Mac
and multiple other artists
Beautiful child Beautiful child You are a beautiful child And I am a fool once more
You fell in love when I was only ten The years disappeared Much has gone by since then I bite my lip, can you send me away You touch I have no choice I have to stay I had to stay
Sleepless child There is so little time Your eyes say yes But you don't say yes I wish that you were mine
You say it will be harder in the morning I wait for you to say, just go Your hands, held mine so few hours And I'm not a child anymore
I'm not a child anymore I'm tall enough To reach for the stars I'm old enough To love you from afar To trusting... yes? But then women usually are
I'm not a child anymore No, I'm not a child, oh no Tall enough to reach for the stars I will do As I'm told Even if I never hold you again I never hold you again
Beautiful But Dumb Composer(s): Lonnie Johnson Performer(s): Lonnie Johnson
To marry a beautiful woman these days Is just like a murder crime To marry a beautiful woman these days Is just like a murder crime If you lookin' for a real good woman Boy you just wastin' time
First she don't know how to sweeten your coffee She can't even make up your bed She don't know how to sweeten your coffee She can't make up your bed She can't even roast your meat And how she mess up your bread
Next she can't bake cornbread She can't even boil beef stew She can't even bake cornbread She can't boil beef stew Man if your woman is beautiful and dumb That don't mean a thing to you
My gal baked me some bread this morning The bread refused to rise My gal baked me some bread this morning The bread refused to rise The crust was tough on the bread Was as the rubber on a Maxwell tyre
Some men crave beautiful women But in my life it's not worthwile Some men crave beautiful women But in my life it's not worthwile After all they're just beautiful Ain't got sense of a newborn child
L'aquila Composer(s): Lucio Battisti - Mogol First release by: Lucio Battisti - 1972
Il fiume va guardo più in là un'automobile corre e lascia dietro sé del fumo grigio e me e questo verde mondo indifferente perché da troppo tempo ormai apre le braccia a nessuno come me che ho bisogno di qualche cosa di più che non puoi darmi tu un'auto che va basta già a farmi chiedere se io vivo Mezz'ora fa mostravi a me la tua bandiera d'amore che amore poi non è e mi dicevi che che io dovrei cambiare per diventare come te che ami solo me ma come un'aquila può diventare aquilone che sia legata oppure no non sarà mai di cartone no cosa son io non so ma un'auto che va basta già a farmi chiedere se io vivo basta già a farmi chiedere se io vivo Il fiume va sa dove andare guardo più in là in cerca d'amore un'automobile corre non ci son nuove terre e lascia dietro sé del fumo grigio e me e questo verde mondo nel quale mi confondo indifferente perché da troppo tempo ormai apre le braccia a nessuno come me che ho bisogno di qualche cosa di più che non puoi darmi tu un'auto che va basta già a farmi chiedere se io vivo
Quindi facendo finta che non sai parlare ti metti un dito in bocca, l'anulare Dirigi una quinta qualsiasi sposti tre vasi come le tre carte mi metti a parte di una confidenza senza vocali e senza consonanti tiri con gli occhi chiusi sull'atlante l'indice come un pulsante accende una nazione in cui mi sa che a quest'ora è notte piena o molto nuvoloso pieghi la schiena cali il tuo sipario di capelli sopra l'armamentario voluttuario quindi ti sollevi in mulinelli dall'indaco e il blu di Prussia profondissimi Ti rilassi bussando tristemente assorta sopra una porta che non c'è per niente la spingi che era aperta mi racconti come un capogiro i fatti i posti pieni di respiro mi presenti un regalo ed attraverso ci vedo le tue mani contenenti lo scarti prima sciogli questi fiocchetti inestricabili ti imbrogli e fai cadere e credere in un danno incalcolabile e l'aria vulnerabile raccogli incolli l'invisibile e d'improvviso scrolli in gocce questa scena fai la feroce coi baffi che non hai da puma sulle guance gonfiate fai la precoce Che scarica un gran volume d'indolenza incendiaria quindi sei l'avversaria di un arioso colosso pugilatore poi mormori indecenze senza parole a un confessore lo respingi in sequenza d'inseguimento infili il balcone ti scansi di lato fai la ricognizione se ha fatto centro il precipitato Rientri con cavalli fragorosi e salti di delfini tra marosi
Beautiful Boys Composer(s): Yoko Ono Performer(s): John Lennon & Yoko Ono
You're a beautiful boy With all your little toys Your eyes have seen the world Though you're only four years old And your tears are streaming Even when you're smiling Please never be afraid to cry You're a beautiful boy With all your little ploys Your mind has changed the world And you're now forty years old You got all you can carry And still feel somehow empty Don't ever be afraid to fly All you beautiful boys Creating multiple plays You like to fence in your world And settle down when you're old You can run from pole to pole And never scratch your soul Don't be afraid to go to hell and back Don't be afraid to go to hell and back Don't be afraid to be afraid
L'appareil À Sous Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg First release by: Brigitte Bardot - 1963 Covered by multiple other artists
Tu n'es qu'un appareil à sou- Pirs Un appareil à sou- Rire À ce jeu Je Ne joue pas Je n'aime pas Cet opéra de quatre sou- Pirs Cet air que tu as de sou- Rire Je ne pou- Rrais qu'en sou- Ffrir
On ne gagne que des gros sou- Pirs À vouloir tant assou- Vir Tout ce je Ne Sais quoi d'a- Nimal en soi
Qui nous fait prendre à tous nos sou- Pirs Je te dis ça sans sou- Rire Je ne pou- Rrais qu'en rou- Gir
Au fond tu n'es pas meilleure ou Pires Que celles qui pour moi sou Pirent Mais ce jeu Ne M'émeut pas Tu n'm'aimes pas
J'y perdrais le sommeil et le sou- Rire Jusqu'à mon dernier sou- Pir Et ne pou- Rrais qu'en mou- Rir
