Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Will I Ever Tell You? ((aka Lida Rose/Will I Ever Tell You? (by Scott Dreier) - 2003)) From "The Music Man" Composer(s): Meredith Wilson First performance by: Barbara Cook - 1957
Barbershop Quartet: Lida Rose, I'm home again, Rose To get the sun back in the sky Lida Rose, I'm home again, Rose About a thousand kisses shy
Ding dong ding I can hear the chapel bell chime Ding dong ding At the least suggestion I'll pop the question
Lida Rose, I'm home again, Rose Without a sweetheart to my name Lida Rose, how everyone knows That I am hoping you're the same
So here is my love song Not fancy or fine Lida Rose, oh won't you be.... Mine, Lida Rose, oh Lida Rose Oh Lida Rose...
Marian: Dream of now Dream of then Dream of a love song That might have been
Do I love you? Oh yes, I love you And I'll bravely tell you But only when we dream again
Sweet and low Sweet and low How sweet that mem'ry How long ago Forever Oh yes, forever Will I ever tell you? Oh no
Burgers And Fries Composer(s): Ben Peters Performer(s): Charley Pride
Chorus: Burgers and fries and cherry pies It was simple and good back then Walking in the sand hand in hand Never thinking that it could end Making our love with the moon above At the drive-in picture show And it was burgers and fries and cherry pies In a world we used to know
Changes come and go, we've had our share I know Now it seems we don't have time for love anymore The things we used to say, little things we did each day Oh I long to do the things that we did before, when it was...
Chorus
Well I'm still the same old me, that's all I'll ever be I'd like to think that you're the same old you We lost something down the line that I wish we both could find Lord I'd like to do the things that we used to do, when it was...
Licking Stick Composer(s): Alfred Ellis - Bobby Byrd - James Brown - Pee Wee Ellis Performer(s): James Brown; The Ventures; Rusty Garnett
Mama, come here quick bring me that lickin' stick Mama, come here quick bring me that lickin' stick Mama, come here quick bring me that lickin' stick Mama, come here quick bring me that lickin' stick People standin' standin' in a trance Sister out in the backyard doin' her out of sight dance Come tellin' me the other day she didn't wanna be a drag I don't know what she's doin' I think she's got a brand new bag Mama, come here quick bring me that lickin' stick Mama, come here quick bring me that lickin' stick People standin' standin' in a trance Sister out in the backyard doin' the outside dance Come'n tell me you love me she didn't wanna be a drag I don't know what she's doin' I think she's got a brand new bag Mama, come here quick bring me that lickin' stick Mama, come here quick bring me that lickin' stick Mama, come here quick bring me that lickin' stick Mama, come here quick bring me that lickin' stick
Buona Sera Composer(s): Peter de Rose; Carl Sigman Originally performed by: Louis Prima Covered by various other artists
Buona sera signorina buona sera It is time to say goodnight to Napoli Though it's hard for us to whisper buona sera With that old moon above the Mediterranean sea In the morning signorina we'll go walking Where the mountains help the moon come in to sight And by the little jewelry shop we'll stop and linger In the meantime let me tell you that I love you Buona sera signorina kiss me goodnight Buona sera signorina kiss me goodnight
(Buona sera signorina buona sera) (It is time to say goodnight to Napoli) Though it's hard for us to whisper buona sera With that old moon above the Mediterranean sea
In the morning signorina we'll go walking Where the mountains help the moon come in to sight And by the little jewelry shop we'll stop and linger In the meantime let me tell you that I love you Buona sera signorina kiss me goodnight Buona sera signorina kiss me goodnight
Libre Vivir Composer(s): Miguel Mateos Performer(s): Miguel Mateos
Soñar, jugar es cuestión de diferenciar la libertad con el delirio
Tocar, no estar una sombra en mi habitación escribe tu nombre sobre un vidrio
Quiero libre vivir Oh! Quiero libre vivir Oh! el problema está en compartir quiero, quiero, quiero libre vivir
Vibrar, cantar todavía yo tengo fe en cosas que ya nadie cree
Oh! Amar, volver a empezar y tener esa sensación de estar jugando con fuego
Quiero libre vivir Oh! Quiero libre vivir Oh! el problema está en compartir quiero, quiero, quiero...
Estoy perdiéndote y estoy seguro que en pocas horas más no me podré sostener sin ganas de seguir te veré partir y abriré tu carta que me dice "Quiero libre vivir" Quiero libre vivir el problema está en compartir quiero, quiero, quiero libre vivir
Solo quiero, solo quiero, libre vivir solo quiero, solo quiero, libre vivir solo, solo, solo, solo, libre vivir libre vivir, solo quiero
Buona Notte Venezia Composer(s): J. Willems; Jimmy Frey; R. Schuerwegen Performer(s): Jimmy Frey
Buona notte Venezia De laatste nacht mijn lieveling Honeymoon Venezia 't Is morgen reeds een herinnering Vaarwel Rialto En de sombere brug der zuchten Vaarwel San Marco Met je beroemde duivenvluchten
De campanile laat zijn klokken horen Mezzanotte zegt een oude Italiaan 't Is alsof onze liefde is herboren In Venezia bij het schemerlicht der maan
Buona notte Venezia De laatste nacht mijn lieveling Honeymoon Venezia 't Is morgen reeds een herinnering Vaarwel Rialto En de sombere brug der zuchten Vaarwel San Marco Met je beroemde duivenvluchten
De gondels wiegen zachtjes op het water Langs het stille Canale Grande in de nacht Voor ons beiden een herinnering voor later Ja een sprookje van duizend en één nacht
Buona notte Venezia De laatste nacht mijn lieveling Honeymoon Venezia 't Is morgen reeds een herinnering Vaarwel Rialto En de sombere brug der zuchten Vaarwel San Marco Met je beroemde duivenvluchten
Vaarwel Venezia Jou vergeten doen we nooit of nooit
Toi qui nous montras Tant d'humanité Qui ouvris les bras Aux déshérités
Liban libre, libre Liban
Si ton rivage fraternel À Dieu ne plaise allait mourir Je ne crois pas que l'arc-en-ciel Sur Terre pourra revenir Pour qu'un beau jour le monde entier Ne vive pas dans la terreur Je ne dois jamais oublier Le petit Liban au grand cur Qui offrit l'hospitalité À tous les peuples poursuivis De l'eau vive aux persécutés de la vie
Tes montagnes pures On les a salies Avec les blessures De l'argent folie Liban libre, libre Liban
Avec la drogue; avec les armes Au lieu des fruits de tes vallées On fait de l'or on fait des larmes On fait du sang avec du lait On s'est même payé la corde La corde pour être pendu Payé pour la miséricorde Et payé pour être vendu Payé pour devenir esclave Payé pour être massacré Payé pour vivre dans les caves Enterré
Liban libre, libre Liban Ton chant vibre, vibre ton chant
Vibre dans nos curs Vibre dans nos corps Pour que le bonheur Nous survive encore Liban libre, libre Liban
Ah ya Loubnane Ya salame ya zamane Ah ya Loubnane Ya salame ya zamane
Que tous tes enfants Avec l'harmonie Du ciel et du temps Retrouvent leur nid Liban libre, libre Liban
Levons le verre de l'espérance Le verre du cèdre du Liban Le gland du lait de la naissance Le rouge du sang des vivants Levons le verre de l'espérance Ensemble partout mieux qu'avant Réunis pour la renaissance Du monde en paix pour les enfants Liban libre, libre Liban
Ah ya Loubnane Ya salame ya zamane Ah ya Loubnane Ya salame ya zamane
Deine Sehnsucht kann keiner stillen wenn die Träume sich auch erfüllen
Wenn du viel hast willst du noch mehr
oh Mama mia ich denk' oft an dein Lied
Buona Buona Buona Notte Bambino mio alles was man will das kann man nicht haben.
Buona Buona Notte schlaf ein mein Junge Sehnsucht wirst du immer im Herzen tragen
Das hat mir Mamia abends immer vorgesungen wenn ich von meinem Bett aus durch ein kleines Fenster alle Sterne sehen wollte und nicht einschlafen konnte
Aus der Heimat trieb mich das Fernweh und da draußen fand ich das Heimweh
Cerca de ti, loco por ti Creyendo en ti, abierto a ti Antes de ti y después de ti Estando en ti yo soy libre Libre, libre Solo en tu amor, muerto de amor Yendo amor, desde el amor Para el amor, por dar amor Por ser amor yo soy libre Libre, libre
Paradiso Composer(s): W. Zell; P. Koning; Lodewijk Post Performer(s): Anneke Grönloh
Paradiso met je palmenstrand Ach die tijd vergeet ik niet Paradiso met je palmenstrand Wat geluk was werd verdriet
'k Zag jou voor 't eerst in Paradiso Samen lagen wij daar in de zon Eerst leek alles mooi een eldorado Later bleek dat wat ik vond geluk was dat niet blijven kon
Paradiso met je palmenstrand Ach die tijd vergeet ik niet Paradiso met je palmenstrand Wat geluk was werd verdriet
And're meisjes wist je te bekoren Steeds een ander steeds "ik hou van jou" Ik die eerst niets kwaad van jou kon horen Wist helaas maar al te gauw dat jij mij snel vergeten zou
Paradiso met je palmenstrand Ach die tijd vergeet ik niet Paradiso met je palmenstrand Wat geluk was werd verdriet
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)
