Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Libre Composer(s): Jose Luis Armenteros - Pablo Herrera Performer(s): Nino Bravo
Tiene casi 20 años y ya esta cansado de soñar pero tras la frontera está su hogar su mundo y su ciudad
Piensa que la alambrada sólo es un trozo de metal algo que nunca puede detener sus ansias de volar
Estribillo
Libre como el sol cuando amanece yo soy libre, como el mar Libre como el ave que escapó de su prisión y puede al fin volar Libre como el viento que recoge mi lamento y mi pesar camino sin cesar detrás de la verdad y sabré lo que es al fin la libertad
Con su amor por bandera se marchó cantando una canción Marchaba tan feliz que no escuchó la voz que le llamó
Y tendido en suelo se quedó sonriendo y sin hablar sobre su pecho flores carmesí brotaban sin cesar
Buona domenica, passata a casa ad aspettare tanto il telefono non squilla più e il tuo ragazzo ha preso il volo Buona domenica, tanto tua madre non capisce continua a dirti "Ma non esci mai? Perché non provi a divertirti" Buona domenica, quando misuri la tua stanza finestra, letto e la tua radio che continua a dirti che è domenica Ciao, ciao domenica, passata a piangere sui libri tanto lo sai che non t'interroga e poi è domani che ti frega Ciao, ciao buona domenica davanti alla televisione con quegli idioti che ti guardano e che continuano a giocare Ciao, ciao domenica, e tua sorella parla parla con quello sguardo da imbecille, poi apre la porta la domenica Ciao, ciao domenica, passata ad ascoltare dischi meno ti cerca e più ci stai a pensare e questo tu lo chiami amore Ciao, ciao domenica, madonna non finisce mai sono le sei c'è ancora il sole fuori, nessuno a cui telefonare Ciao, ciao domenica, il tuo ragazzo non ti chiama tristezza nera nello stomaco, e in testa voglia di morire Ma non morire di domenica, in questo giorno da buttare tutto va bene, guarda pure il sole aspetta ancora una domenica
Liberté Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Maurice Vidalin Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Liberté, liberté Qu'as-tu fait liberté De ceux là qui voulaient te défendre Les voilà tes amis Ils étaient trop petits Et déjà le bourreau va les pendre Ils aimaient bien leurs enfants Ils aimaient bien leurs parents Et pas qu'un peu le vin rouge et l'amour Mais quelque chose manquait Qu'ils ne pouvaient expliquer Et c'était toi liberté des beaux jours Avec une rose au chapeau Bien plus jolie qu'un drapeau Droit devant eux un jour s'en sont allés Mais ils n'ont pas fait quatre pas Que les sergents étaient là Qui les tenaient au bout des pistolets N'as-tu pas de visage, liberté L'un joyeux l'autre grave?
Liberté, liberté Qu'as-tu fait liberté De ceux-là qui t'ont crue sur parole Ils ne t'ont jamais vu Ils ne te verront plus Liberté fameux rêve des hommes Ils ne rêvaient que de toi Ils ne vivaient que par toi Et c'est pour toi qu'ils prieront dans le ciel Rien n'a changé dans leur cur Ils n'ont pas froid, n'ont pas peur C'est toujours toi liberté leur soleil Et quand on les a condamnés Ils ont salué sans pleurer Et l'un l'autre ils se sont embrassés Ils ont crié: "Vive le roi Vive la reine et la loi Mais vive aussi, vive la liberté"
Antoinette (Es Ist Ein Dufter Abend) Performer(s): Ray Miller
La la la la la la la ... Es ist ein dufter Abend bobolombom, bobolombom ich bin wild nach ihr Sie tanzt mit einem Andern bobolombom, bobolombom doch sie schaut zu mir
Der And're will sie küssen bobolombom, bobolombom oh, es kocht in mir Sie lässt ihn einfach stehen bobolombom, bobolombom und lacht her zu mir
Oh, Antoinette, oh, Antoinette dieser Augenblick war für uns beide sonderbar Oh, Antoinette, oh, Antoinette beim nächsten Tanz sind wir uns nah
Oh, Antoinette, oh, Antoinette so ein Gefühl war bei mir lange nicht mehr da Oh, Antoinette, oh, Antoinette du bist einfach wunderbar
Es ist gaaanz toll heut' Abend bobolombom, bobolombom sie tanzt nur mit mir Sie schwebt in meinen Armen bobolombom, bobolombom ich bin lieb zu ihr
Als wir uns beide küssen bobolombom, bobolombom da ist alles klar Ich will sie nie mehr missen bobolombom, bobolombom bin für sie nur da
Oh, Antoinette, oh, Antoinette in dem Moment war für und alles sonnenklar Oh, Antoinette, oh, Antoinette ein Zufall machte aus uns ein Paar
Oh, Antoinette, oh, Antoinette ich bin für dich allein ein ganzes Leben da Oh, Antoinette, oh, Antoinette du bist einfach wunderbar
Y van pasando los años Y al fin la vida no puede ser sólo un tiempo que hay que recorrer a través del dolor y el placer quién nos compuso el engaño de que existir es apostar a no perder Vivir es más que un derecho es el deber de no claudicar el mandato de reflexionar qué es nacer, qué es morir, qué es amar el hombre, por qué está hecho y qué eres tú, libertad libertad, libertad, libertad La idea no es razonable tampoco el verbo fundamental ¿es el alma principio o final o armonía del bien frente al mal? qué es el amor insondable que empuja al cuerpo a sea incógnita inmortal El siglo está agonizando y el testamento que va a dejar es un orden que quiere ocultar el preciso compás del azar a qué seguir respirando si no estás tú, libertad Libertad, libertad, libertad
Buon Anniversario Titles In Other Languages: Happy Anniversary; Bon Anniversaire; Qué Buen Aniversario; Buen Aniversario; Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Nel mio vestito blu, sto portando pazienza Non sono stato mai piu' calmo di cosi' Sono pronto da un po', per questa ricorrenza Del tuo vestito bianco e del fatale si' Ma qualcosa non va' e sei cosi' nervosa Per questo me ne sto' tranquillo sul sofa' Col carattere tuo, se dicessi qualcosa Mi manderesti al limbo, e addio serenita' Sono le otto gia', la sarta non si vede Doveva stare qui, stamattina, mi pare Per colmo il tuo chignon, s'ingarbuglia e non cede Occasione di piu' per farci ritardar Se va avanti cosi', la serata a teatro E l'autore di moda te li salutero' Addio piu' d'anouilh, d'anouilh, forse di sartre Non mi ricordo piu', ma i biglietti li ho... Buon anniversario! Buon anniversario!
Il tuo vestito e' qua, finalmente respiri Per solidarieta' ti aiuto come so' Tutto e' pronto, ma no, intanto che sospiri La tua cerniera lampo ti si ferma a meta' Ci innervosiamo un po' mentre spingo e tu tiri Cercando tutti e due di cavarci dai guai Ma per fatalita' in barba ai tuoi sospiri La stoffa si e' strappata e adesso che si fa? Verso le ventitre', infine tu sei pronta Da teatro oramai la gente se ne va' Andiamo a cena, via, la commedia non conta Ma adesso non vuoi piu' e chiedi di rientrare Per la strada noi due, camminiamo in silenzio Mi sorridi, ti bacio e poi sorrido a te La serata? Macche'! Non e' quella che conta Ma amarci come t'amo e come ami me Buon anniversario! Buon anniversario! Buon anniversario!
Caffeine, Nicotine, Benzedrine (And Wish Me Luck) Composer(s): Bill Hayes - Bill Howard - Betty Mackey Performer(s): Nat Stukey and multiple other artists
Been pushin' that diesel since early dawn Ain't had no sleep, don't know how long Whole lotta trouble makin' them curves I gotta have a little somethin' to settle my nerves
Well, hey little waitress, make my coffee strong A pack of king size filters and a country song Little box of whiteys help pick me up Caffeine, nicotine, benzedrine, wish me luck
Rollin' down the highway with the heavy eyes I saw a lit up billboard that you advertised Everything for a trucker, lots o' parking space And the sign out front says this here is the place
Well, hey little waitress, make my coffee strong A pack of king size filters and a country song Little box of whiteys help pick me up Caffeine, nicotine, benzedrine, wish me luck
Well I got hungover, I left Chicago late And the big boss man he don't like to wait Memphis in the mornin', gotta burn the wind And I ain't gonna make it in the shape I'm in
Well, hey little waitress, make my coffee strong A pack of king size filters and a country song Little box of whiteys help pick me up Caffeine, nicotine, benzedrine, wish me luck
Liberated Lady 1999 Composer(s): Shel Silverstein Performer(s): Shel Silverstein
She's a liberated lady and she's looking out for herself And she don't need your protection and she does not want your help And if you're lookin' for some pretty little flower You better go look somewhere else 'cause I warn you she's a liberated lady
She got off work at the foundry, she was a feelin' kinda beat On the bus she had to stand and let some fellah have her seat And then she pinched the ass of a guy who passed her walkin' down the street When he called a cop she didn't quite understand
Then she stopped off on the corner for her double shot of rye When some guy lit her cigarette she punched him in the eye And then he kicked her in the balls, it was enough to make her cry But she stood there and she took it like a man
(She's a liberated lady and she smokes them big cigars You're gonna find her drinkin' boilermakers at the corner bar And in thirty seconds flat she'll change a flat tire on your car Look out she's a liberated lady)
She come home to find her darlin' husband cryin' in distress She says why ain't supper ready and why is this house a mess He said the kids have drove me crazy and I need a brand new dress And how come you don't ever take me dancin'
She sat down to smoke her pipe and she thought back to the time When she was satin silk and lace with nothin' on her mind But now she's gotta mow the lawn and gotta pay the bills on time And pray to Mrs God she don't get drafted
Oh she got into bed that evenin' and she strapped her dildo on Climbed on top of him and said okay let's get it on He said you know I've got my period and my headache isn't gone And he fell asleep the chauvinistic bastard, oh
(She's a liberated lady... I say look out she's a liberated lady and she smokes them big cigars You're gonna find her drinkin' boilermakers at the corner bar And in thirty seconds flat she'll change a flat tire on your car Look out she's a liberated lady)
Sono Qui Con Voi ((Adapted from: Baby Please Don't Go (by Joe Williams) - 1935)) Composer(s): Big Joe Williams - Luciano Beretta Performer(s): Caterina Caselli - 1965
Sono qui con voi, alleluya-ya Sono qui con voi che felicità io sono qui con voi, alleluya-ya siete qui con me, alleluya-ya siete qui con me, tutti amici qui cantate insieme a me alleluya-ya siamo amici noi, alleluya-ya siamo amici noi tutto il mondo lo sa
Cos'è la gioventù, alleluya-ya siete qui con me siete qui con me, alleluya-ya tutti amici qui cantate assieme a me siamo amici noi, alleluya-ya siamo amici noi tutto il mondo lo sa
Cos'è la gioventù, alleluya-ya se qualcuno c'è che non canta con noi per i fatti suoi può anche andar
Sono qui con voi, alleluya-ya sono qui con voi che felicità io sono qui con voi alleluya-ya siete qui con me, alleluya-ya siete qui con me, tutti amici qui cantate insieme a me alleluya-ya
Bullmoose Composer(s): Bobby Darin Performer(s): Bobby Darin
and various other artists
Did you hear the story bout old Bullmoose? He played piano, really tore it loose Whenever his heart was filled with gloom He'd beat out a song in the old lunchroom All the guys and gals would gather 'round Just to hear that Bullmoose sound Sayin Go Bullmoose! Go Bullmoose! Go Bullmoose! Go Bullmoose!
Bullmoose playin on a Friday night Two bad boys got up to fight One old man yelled, "Hey, keep quiet!" The next thing you know they started a riot While everybody was-a jumpin around All you could hear was that Bullmoose sound Sayin Go Bullmoose! Go Bullmoose! Go Bullmoose! Go Bullmoose, a-turn 'em loose!
Bullmoose goin to a party one day Everybody asked him, "Won't you sit down and play?" When all of a sudden the room began to shake "Whoops!" he cried, "It's a real earthquake" While the people were fallin into holes in the ground All you could hear was that Bullmoose sound Sayin Go Bullmoose! Go Bullmoose! Go Bullmoose! Go Bullmoose, come on Bullmoose! Let me hear it like it is, Bullmo
Bull Dog Composer(s): Miguel Mateos Performer(s): Miguel Mateos
Nunca leí un libro de sexo Nunca vendí marihuana Nunca disparé un arma de fuego (cuando) Nunca estafé al Gobierno
Yo nunca imaginé que esto podía suceder estoy encadenado a un hueso y ladro sin morder como un pobre bulldog Bulldog No más bombas, no más bombas, no más bombas...
-Papá, estoy enamorado! -Callate nene, no hablés estupiddeces
Ya lo ves, que no ves, ya lo ves, que no ves cuando el mundo está parado el que da vueltas soy yo
-Mamá, tengo hambre -Hay sopa de pollo en la heladera -Odio la sopa de pollo -¡Comé esa sopa o llamo a la pollicía!
Ya lo ves, que no ves, ya lo ves, que no ves cuando el mundo está parado el que da vueltas soy yo Yo, el que da vueltas soy yo siempre yo Yo y vos
Y nunca imaginé que esto, oh no podía suceder estoy encadenado a un hueso, oh no encadenado, encadenado, encadenado y ladro, ladro sin morder como un pobre bulldog Bulldog
Yo nunca hice nada yo nunca hice nada yo nunca hice nada y tengo cara de bulldog
Liar's Roses Composer(s): Bill Rice - Mary Sharon Rice Performer(s): Tammy Wynette
The doorbell rings, it's flowers for me Roses again, it's the third time this week What kind of fool must he picture me to be? To be blinded by a dozen liar's roses
Guilt-stained words, on beautiful cards But not a single one that comes from the heart He's seein' her again 'cause that's when he starts Sendin' me these lovely, liar's roses
Oh, I'm sleepin' in a bed of liar's roses While he dreams of somebody else He lies to me and thinks that I don't know it But we're sleepin' in a bed of liar's roses
Why do I stay, I don't know I guess it's easier than lettin' him go I do the best I can to not let it show What am I gonna do with all these roses?
Oh, I'm sleepin' in a bed of liar's roses While he dreams of somebody else He lies to me and thinks that I don't know it But we're sleepin' in a bed of liar's roses
Bulbs Composer(s): Van Morrison Performer(s): Van Morrison
I'm kicking off from centre field A question of being down for the game The one shot deal don't matter And the other one's the same
Oh! My friend I see you Want you to come through (alright) And she's standing in the shadows Where the street lights all turn blue
She leaving for an American (uhuh) Suitcase in her hand I said her brothers and her sisters Are all on Atlantic sand
She's screaming through the alley way I hear the lonely cry, why can't you? And her batteries are corroded And her hundred watt bulb just blew
Lallallal.. alright...huhuhhuh
She used to hang out at Miss Lucy's Every weekend they would get loose And it was a straight clear case of Having taken in too much juice
It was outside, and it was outside Just the nature of the person Now all you got to remember After all, it's just show biz
Lallalal...huhuh...lallal
We're just screaming through the alley way I hear her lonely cry, ah why can't you? And she's standing in the shadows Canal street lights all turn blue And she's standing in the shadows Where the street lights all turn blue And she's standing in the shadows Down where the street lights all turn blue Hey, hey, yeah
Jij praat al dagen niet en je hebt verdriet Je kijkt mij niet meer aan Als ik wat zeggen wil, is je blik zo kil Je ziet mij niet meer staan t Kan zo niet verder gaan, k heb een fout gedaan Nee, ik draai er niet omheen Oh, het spijt me, toe begrijp me Laat me nu niet alleen
Oh luister toch naar wat ik jou vertel Die ander was geen liefde maar een spel Ik voelde niets voor haar, alleen voor jou Ik liet mij even gaan maar toon nu toch berouw Oh luister toch naar wat ik jou vertel Die ander was geen liefde maar een spel Ik voelde niets voor haar, alleen voor jou Ik liet mij even gaan maar toon nu toch berouw
Je keert je om, ik zie je huilen Ja, ik weet wat je voelt Dat ik zo stom was, oh, vergeef me Ik heb dat zo niet bedoeld Kom laten wij het weer proberen Heus, ik weet dat het gaat Ik beloof je, toe geloof me t Is nog niet te laat
Oh luister toch naar wat ik jou vertel Die ander was geen liefde maar een spel Ik voelde niets voor haar, alleen voor jou Ik liet mij even gaan maar toon nu toch berouw Oh luister toch naar wat ik jou vertel Die ander was geen liefde maar een spel Ik voelde niets voor haar, alleen voor jou Ik liet mij even gaan maar toon nu toch berouw
Liar Composer(s): Russ Ballard Performer(s): Three Dog Night
I won't ever leave while you want me to stay Nothing you could do that would turn me away Hanging on every word Believing the things I heard Being a fool You've taken my life, so take my soul That's what you said and I believed it all I want to be with you as long As you want me to I won't move away Ain't that what you said? Ain't that what you said? Ain't that what you said? Liar, liar, liar May I see no night May I see no day If I ever leave while you want me to stay You can believe in me I won't be leaving I won't let you go Ain't that what you said? Ain't that what you said? Ain't that what you said? Liar, liar, liar
Buitres Y Tiburones Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Cuando despierto y me encuentran las noches lejos del sueño entregado, al abrazo que me da el lecho voy librando combates contra mi cuerpo Levanto el peso de mi carne abrasada por mil infiernos la conduzco a la calle a que te dé el fresco y me enciendo una nube contra los nervios Y el humo se retuerce y luego dibuja figuraciones los transeúntes se transforman en buitres y tiburones... buitres y tiburones Siento acercarse monstruosas presencias por todas partes buitres con rostro humano y ojos de nadie tiburones con manos llenas de hambre El día nace se recogen las sombras tras los portales y la boca del lobo esconde sus fauces... un olor a derrota perfuma el aire Y el humo se retuerce...
