Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Seven Spanish Angels Composer(s): Eddie Setser; Troy Seals Performer(s): Ray Charles and multiple other artists
He looked down into the brown eyes And said "Say a prayer for me" And she threw her arms around him Whispered "God will keep us free" They could hear the riders coming He said "This is my last fight "If they take me back to Texas "They won't take me back alive"
There were seven Spanish angels At the altar of the Sun They were praying for the lovers In the Valley of the Gun When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared There was thunder from the throne And seven Spanish angels Took another angel home
She reached down and picked the gun up That lay smoking in his hand She said "Father please forgive me "I can't make it without my man" And she knew the gun was empty And she knew she couldn't win But her final prayer was answered When the rifles fired again
There were seven Spanish angels At the altar of the Sun They were praying for the lovers In the Valley of the Gun When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared There was thunder from the throne And seven Spanish angels Took another angel home
There were seven Spanish angels (at the altar) At the altar of the Sun (oh I believe) They were praying for the lovers (yeah they was) In the Valley of the Gun (well, well, well)
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared (there was thunder) There was thunder from the throne (oh yeah) And seven Spanish angels Took another angel home
Que Ya Viví, Que Te Vas Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez; Carlos Diaz
Dejé pasar unas horas por si se huía tu sueño Durmiendo la veladora tu tiempo se entró en mi tiempo y, en fin, la guitarra sola gira contigo en el centro
Creo que la luna ya es muy alta y en la caricia falta un viaje a la humedad Creo que de noche me despierto con frío, al descubierto tantenado oscuridad Creo que la lluvia está cayendo y no voy sonriendo dejándome mojar Creo que me va a quitar el sueño un dedo aquí un labio allá que te perdí que ya no estás que ya viví que te vas
Dejé pasar unas horas pupila veladora por si me daba igual Tu tiempo se metió en mi tiempo momentos y momentos que no quieren pasar Y he aquí que la guitarra vuelve a soltar amarras canta y gime al volar
Creo que me va a quitar el sueño un dedo aquí un labio allá que te perdí que ya no estás que ya viví que te vas
Seven Lonely Days Composer(s): Marshall Brown; Earl Shuman; Alden Shuman First release by: Gisele MacKenzie - 1953 Covered by multiple other artists
Seven lonely days make one lonely week Seven lonely nights make one lonely me Ever since the time you told me we were thru Seven lonely days I cried and I cried for you
Oh, my darlin' you're cryin', boo-hoo-hoo-hoo There's no use in denyin' I cried for you It was your favorite pastime, makin' me blue Last week was the last time I cried for you
Seven hankies blue I filled with my tears Seven letters, too, I filled with my fears Guess it never pays to make your lover blue Seven lonely days I cried and I cried for you
Oh, my darlin you're cryin', boo-hoo-hoo-hoo Now, there's no use in denyin' I cried for you It was your favorite pastime, makin' me blue Last week was the last time I cried for you Last week was the last time I cried for you
Miro el instante que ha fijado la fotografía, ríes con la timidez de a quien le avergüenza la risa. Quince años que sujeto entre mis brazos al compás del último disco robado Nada queda en este trozo de papel todo es alquimia veo que es la prueba más veraz de que todo es mentira Esos rostros ya no llevan nuestros nombres son dos máscaras perdidas en la noche pero, queda la música...
Siento que ese tiempo que se fue no ha sido nunca nuestro como cuando te miro y no logro recordar tu cuerpo no eras tú aquella insolencia de latidos que encendía mis deseos más prohibidos Creo que tú y yo no somos más que dos desconocidos otros, dos extraños que en el tiempo se han hecho asesinos de esos dos niños de la fotografía que, abrazados, van bailando por la vida pero, queda la música...
Seven little girls sittin' in the back seat Huggin and a'kissin with Fred I said "why don't one of you come up and sit beside me?" And this is what the seven girls said
(All together now, one, two, three) (Keep you mind on your drivin') (Keep you hands on the wheel) (Keep your snoopy eyes on the road ahead) (We're havin' fun sittin' in the back seat kissin' and a'huggin with Fred) (Dee doody doom doom, dee doody doom doom) (Dee doody doom doom, Doom)
Drove through the town, drove through the country Showed 'em how a motor could go I said "how do you like my triple carburetor?" And one of them whispered low
(All together now, one, two, three) (Keep you mind on your drivin') (Keep you hands on the wheel) (Keep your snoopy eyes on the road ahead) (We're havin' fun sittin' in the back seat kissin' and a'huggin with Fred) (Dee doody doom doom, dee doody doom doom) (Dee doody doom doom, Doom)
Seven little girls smoochin' in the back seat Every one in love with Fred I said "you don't need me, I'll get off at my house" And this is what the seven girls said
(All together now, one, two, three) (Keep you mind on your drivin') (Keep you hands on the wheel) (Keep your snoopy eyes on the road ahead) (We're havin' fun sittin' in the back seat kissin' and a'huggin with Fred)
All of them in love with Fred (Dee doody doom doom) Kissin' and a'huggin with Fred (Dee doody doom doom) Wish that I could be like Fred (Doom)
Quédate Composer(s): Miguel Gallardo Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo
Sé que amor, es algo más, que una palabra amor es dar, ofrecer, parte del alma Fui caminante que besa y se va, sin dejar nada más quise amar y ser libre y volar, sin dejar nada detrás Pero hoy, quédate, no me olvides al pasar junto a mí, quédate de nuevo amor, en mi camino Pero hoy, quédate, aunque traigas el dolor quédate, todo antes que caer, en el olvido Fui como el viento de mayo, que llega, arroya y se va tuve el amor en mis manos, amor que no supe guardar Pero hoy, quédate, no me olvides al pasar junto a mí, quédate de nuevo amor, en mi camino Pero hoy, quédate, aunque traigas el dolor quédate, todo antes que caer, en el olvido En el olvido Pero hoy, quédate, no me olvides al pasar junto a mí, quédate de nuevo amor, en mi camino Pero hoy, quédate, aunque traigas el dolor quédate, todo antes que caer, en el olvido
Settin' The Woods On Fire Composer(s): Ed G. Nelson; Fred Rose First release by: Hank Williams - 1952 Covered by multiple other artists
Well, comb your hair & paintin' powder You'll act proud & I'll act prouder You'll sing loud & I'll sing louder Tonight we're settin' the woods on fire
You're my girl & I'm your fella Dress up in your proper yello' I'll look swell but you'll look sweller We're settin' the woods on fire
We'll be takin' all the high school hops Tonight we're havin' fun We're gonna show the gang a brand new dance That never has been done
I don't care if they thinks we're silly You be daffy, I'll be dilly Want you to be my sweet sweet filly We're settin' the woods on fire
I'll gas up my hot rod Stoker The band will play hot as a polka You'll be broke, I'll be broker Tonight we're settin' the woods on fire
We'll sit close to one another Up one street & down the other We will have the time of brother Settin' the woods on fire
We'll put aside a little time To fix a flat or 2 My tires & tubes are doin' fine But the air is showin' through
You clap hands & I'll start bowin' We'll do all the law's allowin' I hope your daddy don't start growlin' Settin' the woods on fire Settin' the woods on fire Tonight we're settin' the woods on fire
Cuando este sol se apague tú partirás de mí Seguiré solo con mi dolor y llanto y llanto Mi convicción es no querer ya nunca más, porque la misma historia es otra vez y otra vez y otra vez y otra vez
Quédate quédate para poder vivir sin llanto, sin llanto
Cuando me desengañe no sé si viviré porque es muy triste tener tan sólo llanto y llanto y mil renuncias en el corazón que implora que alguna vez alguien se quede y llora
Mi convicción es no querer ya nunca más, porque la misma historia es otra vez y otra vez y otra vez y otra vez
Quédate quédate para poder vivir sin llanto, sin llanto
Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun Composer(s): Roger Waters First release by: Pink Floyd - 1968 Covered by multiple other artists
Little by little the night turns around Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn Lotuses lean on each other in yearning Under the eaves the swallow is resting Set the controls for the heart of the Sun
Over the mountain, watching the watcher Breaking the darkness, waking the grapevine One inch of love is one inch of shadow Love is the shadow that ripens the vine Set the controls for the heart of the Sun
Witness the man who raves at the wall Making the shape of his questions to Heaven Knowing the sun will fall in the evening Will he remember the lessons of giving? Set the controls for the heart of the Sun Set the controls for the heart of the Sun
Quedate con nosotros, te lo decimos de verdad Nuestro amor no necesita de soledad Quedate tu con nosotros y veras que el amor Nuestro amor es diferente a los demas Nos miraremos y el mundo entero temblara Pero tu, tu no lo notaras Nos besaremos con el aire, con el viento Pero no te ofenderas porque tu no lo notaras
Quedate con nosotros y veras que el amor Nuestro amor es diferente a los demas Nos hablaremos de nuestras cosas sin hablar Pero tu, tu no lo notaras Y nos querremos como siempre nos queremos Y tu en medio de los dos pero tu no lo notaras
Set Me Free Composer(s): Andy Scott Performer(s): Sweet
Gagged, ball and chained Feel just the same Heads on the wall Maybe you're just playing games Set me free Mauled by a hound Hangin' around Is this for real I don't know when I'll be found Set me free
Set me free Set me free - from you
Taken by force By you of course Far from my bed I know I'd rather be dead Set me free
Set me free Set me free - from you
Fire in my brain Burn me insane Making your mark Don't leave me here in the dark Set me free Call me a saint That's what I ain't Inside my head Maybe I'll feel better dead Set me free
Set 'Em Up Joe Composer(s): Buddy Cannon; Hank Cochran; Dean Dillon; Vern Gosdin Performer(s): Vern Gosdin; Melonie Cannon
They got a vintage victrola 1951 Full of my favorite records that I grew up on They got ole Hank and Lefty and there's B24 Set 'em up Joe, they're playin Walking the Floor Set 'em up Joe, they're playin Walking the Floor
I'm gonna spend the night like every night before Play a new tune and I'll play 'em some more I've gotta have a shot of them old troubadors Set 'em up Joe, they're playin Walking the Floor Set 'em up Joe, they're playin Walking the Floor
All my neon neighbors they like what I play 'Cause they've heard it every night since you've walked away Every day they replace old B24 'Cause every night I run a needle through Walking the Floor Every night I run a needle through Walking the Floor
Queen Bee Composer(s): Taj Mahal Performer(s): Taj Mahal & Toumani Diabate
Sweeter than a honey bee, yeah, baby been sweet on me Sweeter than a honey bee, yeah, my queen bee Oh she rock to my soul, mama love me to my soul Love me to my soul, oh she rock me to my soul
She's a strutter, she can shake it some yeah, oh watch her now look at her run A strutter, she can shake it some, oh dancing having fun She love me to my soul, oh she love me to my soul Oh love me to my soul oh rock me to my soul
Honey in the honey pot and, your pot is hot Honey in the honey pot and the pot is what you got To lova rocka rocka me to my soul Oh love me to my soul, rock me to my soul Oh love me to my soul, rock me to my soul
Baby won't you come by me yeah, spare me this misery Sugar won't you come by me, oh I know you'll agree, 'gree, 'gree, 'gree To love me to my soul, oh to rock me to my soul Ooh rock me to my soul, oh rock me to my soul
Sweeter than a honey bee oh, baby been sweet on me Sweeter than a honey bee oh, my queen bee Oh she rock me to my soul, oh rock me to my soul Oh she rock me to my soul, oh rock me to my soul These songs were made for lovers Lovers and lovers and lovers and lovers and lovers And lovers and lovers and lovers, And lovers and lovers My soul, my soul Queen bee Queen
Sesso O Esse Composer(s): Pintucci Evangelisti; Renato Zero Performer(s): Renato Zero
Ah, ah! Ah! Ah, ah! Sesso mi dispiace niente sesso sono l'ombra di me stesso sono ormai ridotto all'osso! Sesso tutto intorno è sesso la tua pelle in cartellone tutto un mondo in distorsione Niente da inventare, niente da maledire che l'amore sia amore e non un morto da esumare o affidarsi al sesso e buttare i sentimenti in fondo il cesso! Vita fa che sia vita! Che io schiavo non sia di una squallida idea che quel letto non sia la chiave di tutto E vero che ti sai dare l'amore non è godere l'amore non è un affare! Non è un modo di dire l'amore Sesso! Sesso! Sesso! Che la tua non sia una sfida un dovere il dare un insulto il verbo amare Sesso una frase senza nesso forse un compromesso per chi è già stato fatto fesso Senza mai invecchiare col rimorso per tutore fare finta di cambiare mentre resta tutto uguale o affidarsi al sesso e buttare i sentimenti in fondo al cesso! Vita ho bisogno di vita! Cambia un poco anche tu cerca d'essere tu prima che la notte scenda e sia finita! Vita questo avanzo di vita questo straccio di vita vale meno di niente ha di bello solamente, ch'è vita! Sesso, sesso sesso o esse sesso o esse o esse
Vita oh vita ho bisogno di vita ho bisogno che non sia finita Donna è vero che ti sai dare ma credi l'amore non è un fatto di ore non è solo sesso, sesso sesso, sesso, sesso o esse o esse. Non soltanto sesso una frase senza nesso non è un compromesso non soltanto sesso una frase senza nesso non è un compromesso i sentimenti in fondo al cesso!
Queen For Tonight Composer(s): Wayne Raleigh Performer(s): Helen Shapiro
Just being here with you tonight I'm a queen on a throne And every time I hold you tight A palace is my home But will my kingdom turn to dust in the morning light? I am a queen for tonight (queen for tonight) But will I have a king tomorrow (tomorrow)?
Every kiss you're giving me Is a jewel in my crown I'm high and mighty as can be With the treasure I've found But will my castle tumble down in the morning light? I am a queen for tonight (queen for tonight) But will I have a king tomorrow (tomorrow)?
You say that you belong to me And I rule the world A queen in all her majesty Knowing I'm your girl But will I wear a golden crown in the morning light? I am a queen for tonight (queen for tonight) But will I have a king tomorrow?
Serves You Right Composer(s): John McClain; Greg Phillinganes; Lionel Richie Performer(s): Lionel Richie
La, da, da, da Oooh, oh You and I were so in love You were all I was thinkin' of There was so much magic in your eyes Then one day you said we were through You said you found somebody new And then you turned and you walked right out the door Baby I told you his love wasn't true You didn't hear me, so now I say these words to you..
Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Now you say you're sorry Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Baby Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Now you see who's sorry now Oooh, oh,oh
I remember you standin' there, sayin' to me you didn't care And I was begging baby, please don't go Now you're crying, telling me what went wrong Girl you stayed away too long Can't you see I've got you off my mind
Thinkin''bout the pain that you put me through I can't help you-because it feels good telling you....
Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Now you say you're sorry Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Baby Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Now you see who's sorry now Oooh, oh,oh
See mama, what I'm tryin'to say To you is that, I'm ,you know, I love ya But ya - yaa hurt me so bad, I can't take it no more girl I just can't take it, no.....hell no
No! no, no, I don't wanna hear it Don't say it anymore, don't talk No more, I'm tired of you're lyin' I'm tired of your cryin' girl, tell Me....don't tell me
Thinkin' 'bout the pain that you put me through I can't help you-because it feels good telling you....
Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Now you say you're sorry Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Baby Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Now you see who's sorry now Oooh, oh,oh
Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Now you say you're sorry Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Baby Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Now you see who's sorry now Oooh, oh,oh
Givin' up on your love girl, never Gonna believe you anymore 'Cause all you wanna do is hurt me, and treat me bad ....feels good telling you......
Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Now you say you're sorry Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Baby Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Now you see who's sorry now Oooh, oh,oh
Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Girl, I just don't need you Serves you right for sayin' good-bye All you do is use my love, Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Can't let you hurt me anymore. Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Don't say you're sorry baby. Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Cause your words don't mean a thing Serves you right for sayin' good-bye It's you who's sorry now.....
Queen Jane Approximately Composer(s): Bob Dylan Performer(s): Bob Dylan; The Four Seasons; Grateful Dead
When your mother sends back all your invitations And your father to your sister he explains That you're tired of yourself and all of your creations Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Now when all of the flower ladies want back what they have lent you And the smell of their roses does not remain And all of your children start to resent you Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Now when all the clowns that you have commissioned Have died in battle or in vain And you're sick of all this repetition Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
When all of your advisers heave their plastic At your feet to convince you of your pain Trying to prove that your conclusions should be more drastic Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Now when all the bandits that you turned your other cheek to All lay down their bandanas and complain And you want somebody you don't have to speak to Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Sertão Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Caruarú hotel centenario, suite princière, vue sur les chiottes, télé couleur, courant alternatif Les pales du ventilateur coupent tranche à tranche l'air épais du manioc
Le dernier texaco vient de fermer ses portes Y a guère que les moustiques pour m'aimer de la sorte Leurs baisers sanglants m'empêchent de dormir Bien fait pour ma gueule ! J'aurais pas dû venir ... Calé dans ton fauteuil tu écoutes ma voix Comme un vieux charognard tu attends que je crache La gueule jaune des caboclos, Antonio Des Morte Capangas machos à la solde des fazendeiros
Pour te donner un avant-goût de vacances intelligentes Ceux qui vendent du soleil à tempérament Les cocotiers, les palaces, et le sable blanc Ne viendront jamais par ici Remarque il paraît que voir les plus pauvres que soi, ça rassure Alors allez-y, ici, tout le monde peut venir, ici il n'y a rien
Un soleil ivre de rage tourne dans le ciel Et dévore le paysage de terre et de sel Où se découpe l'ombre de lampião D'où viendront les cangaceiros de la libération? Le cavalier que je croise sur son cheval roux Son fusil en bandoulière qui tire des clous
A traversé ce désert, la sèche et la boue Pour chercher quelques cruzeiros à Caruarú Un éternel été émiette le sertão Le temps s'est arrêté en plein midi Il y a déjà longtemps
En attendant que l'enfer baisse l'abat-jour Qu'on se penche sur ta misère du haut de la tour Tu n'as que de la poussière pour parler d'Amour Aveuglé par la lumière comme dans un four
Que tous les chanteurs des foires gueulent ta chanson Même si c'est le désespoir qui donne le ton Tu n'as pas peur de la mort, même tu l'attends Avec ton parabellum au cur du sertão
Un soleil ivre de rage tombe dans le ciel Et dévore le paysage de terre et de sel Où se découpe l'ombre de lampião D'où viendront les cangaceiros de la libération Sertão, sertão, sertão...
