Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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All Of It Composer(s): Garry Ó Briain Performer(s): Skylark and multiple other artists
Oh, dear, what's the matter, they're rowin' and squabblin' There seems to be something awry For the last forty nights they've been having a fight And we always can hear the same cry
Give me all of it, all of it, not just a bit of it None of your quarters, your thirds or your halves For the long and the tall, and the rise and the fall of it All of it, all of it, all
The Priest at the altar was noticed to falter And he seemed to be weak at the knees When the Deacon poured drops of red wine from his cups We could make out his virtuous pleas
Give me all of it, all of it, not just a bit of it None of your quarters, your thirds or your halves For the long and the tall, and the rise and the fall of it All of it, all of it, all
The fiddler was playin' below in the kitchen In the wee after hours that are best When he left out a beat in the turn of the reel And the dancers all stopped to request
Give me all of it, all of it, not just a bit of it None of your quarters, your thirds or your halves For the long and the tall, and the rise and the fall of it All of it, all of it, all
The barman was spilling, and wiping and spilling And the drinkers discussed this and that When his thumb in the measure he aroused their displeasure And he brought this response from one pat
Give me all of it, all of it, not just a bit of it None of your quarters, your thirds or your halves For the long and the tall, and the rise and the fall of it All of it, all of it, all
Now I've not the gumption nor hard neck to finish This song's nothing less than obscene But I trust your good taste, and I know you won't waste Yours and my precious time if you scream
Give me all of it, all of it, not just a bit of it None of your quarters, your thirds or your halves For the long and the tall, and the rise and the fall of it All of it, all of it, all
Livin' Lovin' Doll Composer(s): Jim Gustard - Johnny May First recording/First release by: Cliff Richard & The Drifters - 1958/1959
You drive me crazy when we're bopping at the hop You squeeze me tight, my heart goes flippity-flop Your brand of kisses drives me right up the wall Oh oh oh, you livin' lovin' doll You treat me mean and nasty, don't come when I call Oh oh oh, you livin' lovin' doll, well ...
All of a sudden when your lips knocked me out Your eager arms taught me what love's all about I need you summer winter springtime and fall Oh oh oh, you livin' lovin' doll You treat me mean and nasty, don't come when I call Oh oh oh, you livin' lovin' doll
We-ell livin' lovin' doll Livin' lovin' doll I want you, want you all the time, I have to kiss you, can't resist you Oh oh oh, you livin' lovin' doll We-ell livin' lovin' doll Livin' lovin' doll I want you, want you all the time, I have to kiss you, can't resist you Oh oh oh, you livin' lovin' doll
Mama English Title: Mama (When My Dollies Have Babies) Composer(s): Sonny Bono; Buschor Performer(s): Dalida
Mama meine puppe soll gross sein und schön Ja so schön wie Mama, und das glück soll dann nie von uns gehn
Wie sie damals war So seh ich sie noch heut Blondes lockenhaar Rosa seidenkleid Und ich wünschte mir Eines irnmerzu Meine puppe wär Emmal so wie Du
Mama, meine puppe soll gross sein und schön Ja so schön wie Mama, und das glück soll dann nie von uns gehn
Heut steh ich vor dir Bitte lass mich ein Draussen ist es kalt Ich bin so allein Scherben in der hand Kornrn ich nun zurück Wie ein puppentraum So zerbrach mein Gück
Mama, meine puppe soll gross sein und schön Ja so schön wie Mama, und das glück soll dann nie von uns gehn
Als ich von dir ging War mein herz so blind Jedes wort von dir Hörte nur der wind Nun ist es zu spät Und die Einsamkeit Trage ich zu dir Wie zur kinderzeit
Mama, meine puppe soll gross sein und schön Ja so schön wie Mama
Mama English Title: Mama (When My Dollies Have Babies) Composer(s): Sonny Bono; Jacques Monty Performer(s): Dalida
Oui je me revois Une poupée dans les bras Lui parlant tout bas Me parlant de toi Elle était si belle Vêtue de dentelles Elle me souriait Et je te disais
Mama Quand ma poupée grandira je veux qu'elle te ressemble Mama Et nous serons très heureux ensemble
Vois-tu aujourd'hui J'ai besoin de toi Mon amour s'enfuit Et soudain j'ai froid Car je n'ai plus rien Rien qu'une poupée Brisée dans mes mains A qui je disais
Mama Quand ma poupée grandira je veux qu'elle te ressemble Mama Et nous serons très heureux ensemble
J'ai gâché mes jours Sans trouver l'amour Tu me l'avais dit Quand je suis parti Et quand le chagrin Vous prend par la main Alors on se souvient Que sans toi on est rien
Mama Quand ma poupée grandira Je veux qu'elle te ressemble Mama
Livet Är En Fest Composer(s): Ulf Dageby Performer(s): Nationalteatern
På fredagskvällen bubblar det i blodet, man är kåt vi skulle gå på Vågen och dansa oss en låt vi grundade med groggen, Greven, Plast och jag och fredagsdrömmen växte om en flicka varm och glad
Livet är en fest Håll mä om dä folk och fä Men om livet är pest Fyllan värmer bäst
Men när vi kom till Vågen, då var det nåt som dog där var det knuff och trängsel, och inte många log vi satte oss i baren och tog en flaska vin Och drömmen börja slakna om en flicka varm och fin
Livet är en fest......
Sen hängde vi i baren, drick min broder, drick orkestern malde svensktopp och sista dansen gick och jävlar vad jag ville, att det nånstans fanns en tjej som kunde komma fram ur röken, fram till mig och säga: HEJ !
Livet är en fest ......
Sen stängde dom och vi gick hem, vår fredagsdröm var slut Jag spydde i en rännsten, blev utskälld av en snut Men glöm din värk i hjärtat och glöm ditt kneg min vän För snart så är det fredag, då försöker vi igen
Mama Composer(s): Mark Charron Performer(s): B.J. Thomas
Who's the one who tied your shoe when you were young And knew just when to come and see what you had done? Mama, oh Mama And who's the one who patched your eye and told you not to cry 'cause he was too big for you to try? Mama, Ma-a-ma
And who's the one you didn't need to plead To give her time to the Little League? It was Mama, oh, ma-a-a-ma-a-a And who's the one who gave her shoulder When you told her your first love was over she'd met someone older Mama, Mama
It was Mama, my ma-a-a-ma-a-a
Ma-a-ma, oh ma-a-ma
Who's the one who taught you obligation then dedication result graduation? Mama, Mama And who's the one who's shown the friends you've known A home away from home when they were tired and all alone? Mama, Mama
And who's the one who held a tear inside When you introduced your future bride? And who's the one who didn't mean to cry As you walked down the aisle, the tears you saw her smile Mama, oh, Mama Ma-a-m-a-a, my Ma-a-ma-a It was Ma-a-m-a-a
Liverpool Town Composer(s): Stan Kelly - Leon Rosselson Performer(s): Liverpool Town
Oh I wish I was back in Liverpool Liverpool town where I was born Where there ain't no trees, no scented breeze No fields of waving corn Where there's lots of girls with peroxide curls And the black and tan flows free Where there's six in a bed by the old pier head And it's Liverpool town for me
Now t'is seven long years since I've wandered away To sail the wide sea over I took me a trip on an old steamship That was bound for Baltimore I was seven days sick, I just could not stick That bobbing up and down And I told him, Jack, you'd better turn back For dear old Liverpool town
Now there's every race and color of face There's every kind of name But the pigeons on the pier head Sure they treat you all the same If you walk on down Parliament Street You'll see faces black and brown And I've also seen them orange and green In dear old Liverpool town
Malos Pensamientos Composer(s): Miguel Mateos Performer(s): Miguel Mateos
Y va otra noche sin dormir le arranco un ala al corazón contemplo al mundo en un espejo quebrado como un satélite de tu amor y giras, y giro, me giras y todo da vueltas sin parar
Son malos pensamientos muy dentro de mí Nena, son malos pensamientos libéralos de mí
Y cuando miro hacia atrás ya no hay lugar donde ir y a veces nada, nada tiene sentido es como un carrousel de fotos, y fotos oscuras un sueño, de un sueño en espiral
Son malos pensamientos muy dentro de mí Nena, son malos pensamientos libéralos de mí libéralos de mí
y giras, y giro, me giras y todo da vueltas sin parar
Son malos pensamientos muy, muy dentro de mí Nena, son malos pensamientos libéralos de mí libéralos de mí
Malheur À Celui Qui Blesse Un Enfant Composer(s): J. Demarny; Enrico Macias Performer(s): Enrico Macias
Il n'a pas de père, et il n'a pas de mère C'est le plus frondeur de tout l'orphelinat On cite en exemple son sale caractère Et on le punit car on ne l'aime pas
Qu'il soit un démon, qu'il soit noir ou blanc Il a le cur pur, il est toute innocence Qu'il soit né d'amour, ou par accident Malheur à celui qui blesse un enfant
Il vole au marché, un gâteau, une orange Et on le poursuit, il faut le rattraper On donne l'alerte, on arrête un ange Et pour se défendre il se met à pleurer
Qu'il soit un démon, qu'il soit noir ou blanc Il a le cur pur, il est toute innocence Qu'il soit né d'amour, ou par accident Malheur à celui qui blesse un enfant
Il est émigré d'un pays de misère Et dans une école il apprend à parler Son accent fait rire, il ne peut rien faire Sans qu'on lui reproche d'être un étranger
Liverpool Lou Composer(s): Dominic Behan Performer(s): The Irish Rovers; The Scaffold
Oh Liverpool Lou lovely Liverpool Lou Why can't you behave just like other girls do Why must my poor heart keep following you Stay home and love me my Liverpool Lou
When I go out walking, I hear people talking School children playing, I know what their saying Their saying you're grieve me That you will deceive me Some morning you'll leave me All packed up and gone
Oh Liverpool Lou lovely Liverpool Lou Why can't you behave just like other girls do Why must my poor heart keep following you Stay home and love me my Liverpool Lou
The sounds from river keep telling me ever That I should forget you, like I've never met you Oh tell me their song love Was never more wrong love Say I belong love to my Liverpool Lou
Maledette Malelingue Composer(s): Ivan Graziani Performer(s): Ivan Graziani
Lo sai cosa fa lo sai con chi va e con chi si vede il pomeriggio dopo palestra verso le sei lei sale da lui all'ultimo piano lei va da quell'uomo un uomo maturo si dice sposato tanto più grande di lei Ma cosa faranno ma cosa diranno per più di due ore si toccheranno si baceranno ah! se suo padre sapesse qualcuno di noi con un po' di coraggio glielo devo dire e che diamine qua ci vuole sicuro un po' di moralità Ma la gente non lo sa che... Federica ha quindici anni anche se una donna è così la gente vede il male anche dove non ce n'è Lei sta coi grandi e non frequenta quelli della sua età Oh! maledette malelingue la gente la distruggerà la gente la distruggerà SI dice che sì si dice che no.. Hhuh... Ma! Vedrai vedrai vedrai qualcosa ci sarà metti la paglia sul fuoco e un incendio poi scoppierà lui l' hanno cacciato allontanato in un'altra città E si dice che a lei suo padre le ha date di santa ragione adesso sta chiusa in casa e per un bel pezzo non uscirà con un po' di coraggio certe puttane vanno punite e che diamine qua ci vuole sicuro un po' di moralità ma la gente non lo sa che... Federica ha quindici anni anche se una donna è così la gente vede il male anche dove non ce n'è Lei sta coi grandi e non frequenta quelli della sua età Oh! maledette malelingue la gente la distruggerà Oh! maledette malelingue la gente la distruggerà la gente la distruggerà...
I've had another time to think about Your kind of loving that I'd live without So once we get together I'm gonna stay forever I've missed you so you'll never know
Hello, hello (Hello, hello) I want to make it perfectly clear I'm gonna have a great time here, now I'm home
Hello, hello (Hello, hello) It's good to feel you under my feet There's somebody I've come to meet Now I'm home
Máldito Gato Composer(s): J.M. Gallardo Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo
A dónde fue a parar mi comida si estaba puesta aquí en la cocina y al darme media vuelta no está maldito gato, maldito gato Has roto por jugar mi camisa el día que tenía más prisa y encima aún te ríes de mi maldito gato, maldito gato Si invito a cenar a una dama y la quiero conquistar te pones a dormir, egoísta en mi único sofá Maldito gato, maldito gato maldito gato, maldito gato Un día quiero hablar contigo seriamente a ver si hago de ti un gato más decente Si no me vengaré y te echaré de aquí y dime a dónde irás sin mi Maldito gato, maldito gato maldito gato, maldito gato Si no fuera porque con ella fui feliz y al irse te dejó conmigo y ahora eres tú la única razón que la podrá traer a mi Maldito gato, maldito gato maldito gato, maldito gato
Lively Up Yourself Composer(s): Bob Marley First release by: Bob Marley & The Wailers - 1975
Lively up yourself and don't be no drag Lively up yourself, 'cause this is the other bag Hey, lively up yourself and don't be no drag You lively up yourself, dig it, the other bag
Hey, you rock so, you rock so, like you never did before You dip so, you dip so, and you can dip thru my door You come so, you come so, oh yeah, like I do adore you You skank so, you skank so, and-a I can assure you
You can lively up yourself and don't be no drag Hey, you lively up yourself, can you dig it?
Hey (you rock so, you rock so), like you never did before You dip so, you dip so, can you dig it?
You lively up yourself and don't be no drag You lively up yourself, 'cause this is the other bag Hey, lively up yourself
Lively up yourself, other bag Can you dig it? Can you dig it? ...
Maldito Duende Composer(s): Pedro Andreu; Enrique Bunbury; Joaquin Cardiel; J. Valdiva Performer(s): Raphael; Heroes del Silencio
He oido que la noche es toda magia Y que un duende te invita a soñar Y se que ultimamente apenas he parado Y tengo la impresion de divagar Amanece tan pronto y yo estoy tan solo Y no me arrepiento de lo de ayer Las estrellas te iluminan Hoy te sirven de guia Te sientes tan fuerte que piensas Que nadie te puede tocar
Las distancias se hacen cortas Pasan rapidas las horas Y este cuarto no para de menguar Y tantas cosas por decir Tanta charla por aqui Si fuera posible escapar de este lugar
Amanece tan pronto y yo estoy tan solo Y no me arrepiento de lo de ayer Las estrellas te iluminan Hoy te sirven de guia Te sientes tan fuerte que piensas
Live To Tell Composer(s): Madonna - Pat Leonard First release by: Madonna - 1986 Covered by multiple other artists
I have a tale to tell Sometimes it gets so hard to hide it well I was not ready for the fall Too blind to see the writing on the wall
A man can tell a thousand lies I've learned my lesson well Hope I live to tell The secret I have learned 'till then, it will burn inside of me
I know where beauty lives I've seen it once, I know the warmth she gives The light that you could never see It shines inside, you can't take that from me
A man can tell a thousand lies I've learned my lesson well Hope I live to tell The secret I have learned 'till then, it will burn inside of me
The truth is never far behind You've kept it hidden well If I live to tell the secret I knew then Will I ever have the chance again?
If I ran away I'd never have the strength To go very far How would they hear the beating of my heart? Will it grow cold, the secret that I hide? Will I grow old? How will they hear? When will they learn? How will they know ...?
A man can tell a thousand lies I've learned my lesson well Hope I live to tell The secret I have learned 'till then, it will burn inside of me
The truth is never far behind You've kept it hidden well If I live to tell the secret I knew then Will I ever have the chance again?
