Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Lecho De Amor Y Muerte Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Un hilo de fuego en las sienes rompiendo las venas desciende fundidos en la misma fiebre secar hasta la última fuente matando el amor en lecho de amor y de muerte
Y luego un pitillo se enciende silencio y ceniza en la mente Los cuerpos domados retienen el peso ancestral de la nieve matando el amor en un lecho de amor y de muerte
Penumbra en las carnes inertes despiertos de cuerpo presente en lecho con forma de puente que va del amor a la muerte matando el amor en lecho de amor y de muerte
Boats To Build Composer(s): Guy Clark; Verlon Thompson Performer(s): Guy Clark and various other artists
It's time for a change I'm tired of that same ol same The same ol words the same ol lines The same ol tricks and the same ol rhymes
Days precious days Roll in and out like waves I got boards to bend I got planks to nail I got charts to make I got seas to sail
Chorus
I'm gonna build me a boat With these two hands It'll be a fair curve From a noble plan Let the chips fall where they will Cause I've got boats to build
Sails are just like wings The wind can make em sing Songs of life songs of hope Songs to keep your dreams afloat
Chorus
Shores distant shores There's where I'm headed for Got the stars to guide my way Sail into the light of day
La nuit le jour j'entends au fond de moi un écho o o o Il a ton rire, ta douceur et ta voix cet écho o o o o o Quand il m'ennuie je voudrais l'oublier mais alors o o o Il se fait tendre Et se met à chanter bien plus fort o o o o o
C'est le témoin invisible De tout ce que je fais Et d'une voix impassible Il commente la journée
Tu vois ce nuage noir il va sûrement pleuvoir o o o Tout va s'arranger puisqu'on se retrouve ce soir o o o o o Si ce garçon en dansant te pose des problèmes o o o Je t'en supplie n'oublies pas N'oublies pas que je t'aime o o o o o
Lorsque la journée s'achève Je pense à notre bonheur Et j'entends encore en rêve Mon écho au fond du cur
La nuit le jour j'entends au fond de moi un écho o o o Il a ton rire, ta douceur et ta voix cet écho o o o o o Quand il m'ennuie je voudrais l'oublier mais alors o o o Il se fait tendre Et se met à chanter bien plus fort o o o o o
La nuit le jour j'entends au fond de moi un écho o o o
Boatman sing boatman dance Boatman love Miss Mary Ann Dance boatman dance Dance boatman dance Dance all night 'til the broad daylight Go home with the gals in the morning Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio Boatman dance boatman sing Boatman do most anything Dance boatman dance Dance boatman dance Dance all night 'til the broad daylight Go home with the gals in the morning Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio
Lèche-Cocu Composer(s): Georges Brassens Performer(s): Georges Brassens
Comme il chouchoutait les maris Qu'il les couvrait de flatteries Quand il en pinçait pour leurs femmes Qu'il avait des cornes au cul On l'appelait lèche-cocu Oyez tous son histoire infâme
Si l'mari faisait du bateau Il lui parlait de tirant d'eau De voiles, de mâts de misaine De yacht, de brick et de steamer Lui, qui souffrait du mal de mer En passant les ponts de la Seine
Si l'homme était un peu bigot Lui qui sentait fort le fagot Criblait le ciel de patenôtres Communiait à grand fracas Retirant même en certains cas L'pain bénit d'la bouche d'un autre
Si l'homme était sergent de ville En sautoir - mon Dieu, que c'est vil - Il portait un flic en peluche Lui qui, sans ménager sa voix Criait: "Mort aux vaches" autrefois Même atteint de la coqueluche
Si l'homme était un militant Il prenait sa carte à l'instant Pour bien se mettre dans sa manche Biffant ses propres graffiti Du vendredi, le samedi Ceux du samedi, le dimanche
Et si l'homme était dans l'armée Il entonnait pour le charmer "Sambre-et-Meuse" et tout le folklore Lui, le pacifiste bêlant Qui fabriquait des cerfs-volants Avec le drapeau tricolore
Boatman Composer(s): Livingston Taylor; Maggie Taylor Performer(s): James Taylor; Livingston Taylor
Hearts were exploding around us As we drifted south down the bay The gray up above and gray down below Left us with nothing to say
So we drifted along in silence 'Til the tickle of life trickled in And the rhythm began in the hiss of the sand We were catching fire again
Chorus: Oh boatman, I am the river I am the mountain and the sea Oh boatman, taker and giver Can you deliver me I would forever run free
Yeah we finally caught up with legends We were walking along side by side We worked out a plan To go out hand in hand But the long trail just wasn't that wide
The water around us was freezing We just laughed and threw ourselves in And although we were old The sting of that cold Pumped up the feeling, here it is again
Chorus
Oh I'm a message in a bottle Drifting along on a deep blue sea Waiting for some foreign shore Ready for something to be
No longer afraid of falling We cut the strings to the sky We found level ground And we put ourselves down Amazing we all didn¹t die
We took each moment as given By second by second they came The ice and the sun and the thundering guns Good God I was finally sane
Lèche-Bottes Blues Composer(s): Boris Bergman - Pierre Papadiamandis Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
J'aime les impôts, leur clairvoyance Leurs multitalents, leur polyvalence Oh! oui, j'les aime, j'les aime J'aime, j'aime, j'aime J'aime les visites des huissiers Etes-vous sûr de n'avoir rien oublié? Oh oui j'les aime, j'les aime J'aime, j'aime, j'aime J'aime aussi ma maison d'disques L'attachée de presse, la standardiste Je les aime, oh oui, je les aime Sans oublier ma petite Sacem Qui sait, ô combien, combien je l'aime
J'en rajoute pas, j'en fais pas des tonnes Mais j'espère surtout que je n'oublie personne Lèche-bottes blues Je fais le lèche-bottes blues Lèche-bottes blues
Je remercie aux césars Toute l'équipe sans qui je n's'rais pas star Oh! oui, j'les aime, j'les aime C'est fou c'que j'aime J'aime tous les hommes politiques Ils sont si sincères et si sympathiques Oh! oui j'les aime j'les aime J'aime, j'aime, j'aime
J'aime la police et l'armée Tous ces beaux garçons si bien habillés Je les aime, oh, oui, j'les aime J'aime, j'aime, j'aime Vive le show-biz et la charité Il n'y a que la Six qu'on n'a pas pu sauver
Oh, à la prochaine libération Je serai tondu, mais j'demand'rai pardon
À force de lécher Ma langue est râpée Mais j'aime le lèche-bottes blues
You're up state, up late, and city fed I'm a California label From the top of my head Forever, ah See a lot of open sky When the sun goes down There's a hot, lot of loving when you come Around, to free me, ah In a boat to sail, boat to sail, away ah All those letters mailed from a Boat to sail, away ah We are riding in a boat to sail Bare foot, coconut and supermild Jamaica take a look At your own child Forget not Brian Wilson songs are never left behind Don't you worry baby, you're a friend of mine For so long From a boat to sail, boat to sail, away ah All those letters mailed, from a Boat to sail, away ah We are riding in a boat to sail We are riding in a boat to sail
Swingin' Shepherd Blues Composer(s): Moe Koffman - Kenny Jacobson - Rhoda Roberts Performer(s): Ella Fotzgerald and multiple other artists
Along a mountain pass There is a patch of grass Where the swingin' shepherd plays his tune' His sheep never stray Dancing all day Till they see the pale and yellow moon And then he leads his flock and homeward they all rock To the tune of the swingin' shepherd blues
Wail on shepherd Play those haunting trills Come home sheopherd Let it ech through the hills!
Boat On The River Composer(s): Tommy Shaw Performer(s): Styx; Jeff Krebs
Take me back to my boat on the river I need to go down, I need to come down Take me back to my boat on the river And I won't cry out any more Time stands still as I gaze In her waters She eases me down, touching me gently With the waters that flow past my boat on the river So I don't cry out anymore
Oh the river is wide The river it touches my life like the waves on the sand And all roads lead to Tranquillity Base Where the frown on my face disappears Take me down to my boat on the river And I won't cry out anymore
Oh the river is deep The river it touches my life like the waves on the sand And all roads lead to Tranquillity Base Where the frown on my face disappears Take me down to my boat on the river I need to go down, with you let me go down Take me back to my boat on the river And I won't cry out anymore And I won't cry out anymore And I won't cry out anymore
Swing Me A Lullaby Composer(s): Don Raye - Hughie Prince - Tom Waring Performer(s): Connee Boswell; Louis Prima; Wingy Manone
"Rockabye my baby", my momma sings to me "In a treetop, going sleepy bye" But I'd rather have a hot band to rock my cradle And swing me a lullaby!
"Bye bye baby buddy" is such a silly song And I know the bogeyman's a lie! I know a better way to sleep Than just by countin' sheep Oh, swing me a lullaby!
"Little fishy in the brook Poppa catch 'im by the hook" Puts me to sleep quick enough But for my lullaby Give me a "Hi-de-hi!" and stuff!
Oh, guess my mom will always sing me lullabies But I wish she'd really learn to try Instead of "Mighty lak' a rose" Sing me "Honeysuckle rose" And swing me a lullaby!
Guess my mom will always sing me lullabies But I wish she'd really learn to try Instead of "Mighty lak' a rose" Sing me "Honeysuckle rose" And swing Oh momma, swing me a lullaby!
Boat Drinks Composer(s): Jimmy Buffett Performer(s): Jimmy Buffett
Boat drinks Boys in the band ordered boat drinks Visitors scored on the home rink Everything seems to be wrong
Lately, newspaper mentioned cheap air fare I gotta to fly to Saint Somewhere I'm close to bodily harm
Twenty degrees and the hockey game's on Nobody cares they are way too far gone Screamin' "boat drinks", something to keep 'em all warm
This mornin', I shot six holes in my freezer I think I got cabin fever Somebody sound the alarm
I'd like to go where the pace of life's slow Could you beam me somewhere Mr. Scott? Any ol' place here on Earth or in space You pick the century and I'll pick the spot
Oh I know, (I know) I should be leaving this climate I got a verse but can't rhyme it I gotta go where it's warm
Boat drinks Waitress I need two more boat drinks Then I'm headin' south 'fore my dream shrinks
I gotta go where it's warm (I gotta go where it's warm) I gotta go where it's warm (I gotta go where it's warm) I gotta go where it's warm!
I gotta go where there ain't any snow Where there ain't any blow 'Cause my fin sinks so low I gotta go where it's warm
Sweet Affection Composer(s): Clyde Otis - John Jennings Performer(s): Sarah Vaughan
Apples love sunshine, cherries love dew Angels in heaven know I love you With sweet affection (sweet affection) Sweet affection (sweet affection) But don't expect me to hang my broken heart On a chestnut tree
Once you loves me (sweet affection) With sweet affection (sweet affection) Once your thoughts (sweet affection) Were all of me! (sweet affection) But now you've gone (sweet affection) And found another (sweet affection) And I'm just (sweet affection) A memory!
Apples love sunshine, cherries love dew Angels in heaven know I love you With sweet affection (sweet affection) Sweet affection (sweet affection) But don't expect me to hang my broken heart On a chestnut tree
Gonna send back (sweet affection) All those letters (sweet affection) That you wrote (sweet affection) With a fickle pen! (sweet affection) And from now on (sweet affection) We'll act like strangers (sweet affection) Or at least (sweet affection) Till we meet again!
Apples love sunshine, cherries love dew Angels in heaven know I love you With sweet affection (sweet affection) Sweet affection (sweet affection) But don't expect me to hang my broken heart On a chestnut tree (sweet affection, sweet affection)
Boa Constrictor Composer(s): Shel Silverstein Performer(s): Peter, Paul and Mary and various other artists
I'm being swallowed by a boa constrictor I'm being swallowed by a boa constrictor I'm being swallowed by a boa constrictor And I don't like it very much!
Oh no, oh no, he swallowed my toe he swallowed my toe Oh gee, oh gee, he's up to my knee he's up to my knee Oh fiddle, oh fiddle, he's reached my middle he's reached my middle Oh heck, oh heck, he's up to my neck he's up to my neck Oh dread, oh dread, he swallowed my.... schlirppp!
Leaving Town Blues Composer(s): Peter Green Performer(s): Fleetwood Mac and multiple other artists
Now, when I leave this town Won't be - back no more Yes, when I leave this town, mama Won't be back no more I've got the blues so bad Standing 'round my door
Yes, I got the blues so bad Why won't you let me be I have the blues so bad, mama Why won't you let me be Now, when I go to Chicago Blues don't you follow me
I'm asking mama, mama Please don't cry no tears Yes, I say mama, mama Please don't cry no tears Because I'll always love you Through all my days and years
Leaving On A Jet Plane Composer(s): John Denver First release by: The Mitchell Trio - 1967 Covered by multiple other artists
All my bags are packed I'm ready to go I'm standing here outside your door I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breaking It's early morn The taxi's waiting He's blowing' his horn Already I'm so lonesome I could cry
So kiss me and smile for me Tell me that you'll wait for me Hold me like you'll never let me go I'm leaving on a jet plane I don't know when I'll be back again Oh, babe, I hate to go
There are so many times I've let you down So many times I've played around I tell you now, they don't mean a thing
Every place I go, I'll think of you Every song I sing, I'll sing for you When I come back, I'll wear your wedding ring
So kiss me and smile for me Tell me that you'll wait for me Hold me like you'll never let me go I'm leaving on a jet plane I don't know when I'll be back again Oh, babe, I hate to go
Now the time has come to leave you One more time Let me kiss you Then close your eyes I'll be on my way
Dream about the days to come When I won't have to leave alone About the times, I won't have to say
So kiss me and smile for me Tell me that you'll wait for me Hold me like you'll never let me go I'm leaving on a jet plane I don't know when I'll be back again Oh, babe, I hate to go
Bo Diddley Composer(s): Ellas McDaniel Originally performed by: Bo Diddley Covered by various other artists
Bo Diddley bought his baby a diamond ring but that diamond ring don't shine so he better take it to a private eye if that private eye can't see he better not take that ring from me
Bo Diddley bought him a nanny goat to make his pretty baby a Sunday coat Bo Diddley caught him a bear cat to make his pretty baby a Sunday hat
Mojo, mojo and black cat bone took Bo Diddley away from home Mother ask mojo, where you been up to Bo Diddley's house and back again Bo Diddley, Bo Diddley, have you heard my pretty baby said she wasn't 'fer' it
Leaving Nancy Composer(s): Eric Bogle Performer(s): Eric Bogle and multiple other artists
In comes the train and the whole platform shakes It stops with a shudder and a screaming of brakes The parting has come and my weary soul aches I'm leaving my Nancy-O
And you stand there so calmly, determinedly gay You talk of the weather and events of the day But your eyes tell me all that your tongue doesn't say Goodbye my Nancy-O
And come a little closer Put your head upon my shoulder And let me hold you one last time Before the whistle blows
My suitcase is lifted and stowed on the train A thousand regrets whirl around in my brain The ache in my heart is a black sea of pain I'm leaving my Nancy-O
But you stand there beside me so lovely to see But the grip of your hand is an unspoken plea You're not fooling yourself and you're not fooling me Goodbye my Nancy-O
And come a little closer Put your head upon my shoulder And let me hold you one last time Before the whistle blows
But our time has run out and the whistle has blown So here I must leave you standing alone We had so little time and now the time's gone Goodbye my Nancy-O
And as the train starts gently to roll And as I lean out to wave and to call I see the first tears trickle and fall Goodbye my Nancy-O
And come a little closer Put your head upon my shoulder And let me hold you one last time Before the whistle blows And let me hold you one last time Before the whistle blows
Hennes blus är gul och hon har blåa jeans Som hon har köpt på Gul & Blå Hennes fötter saknar markkontakt För skorna har en jättehög platå Och jag undrar vad hon tänker På sin halta promenad Hennes tajta brallbak blänker Men hon verkar inte glad Hon tycks ha nog av hur hon tar sej ut Tills hon har tagit sej in till slut
Hennes ögon verkar släckta Under ögonlock i silvervitt och blått Hennes blickar riktas framåt De har inte vikit alls där hon har gått Om man talar till den damen Kan man känna sej ganska viss Om att inte få nått svar men Hennes ögon åker hiss Och visst känner man sej tacksam som publik När man får se ett livs levande lik
