Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Manos Vacias Composer(s): Luis Bolin; E. Cid Performer(s): Miguel Bosé
Hoy a vuelto a darme por pensar que el diablo vino a hablar hoy mi alma no es tan cara en las calles de esta ciudad no te pares a buscar los secretos de las despedidas
No pensarias que iba a marcharme con las manos vacias por ti? No pensarias que iba a marcharme con las manos vacias por ti? No me acostumbro a perder pero juego por placer y es el juego el que me da la vida
Puede que me canse del alcohol y que esta noche salga el sol pero quien lo necesita
nunca sopla el viento a favor cuando se trata del amor y pretendes ir de prisa
No pensarias que iba a marcharme con las manos vacias por ti? No pensarias que iba a marcharme con las manos vacias por ti? No me acostumbro a perder pero juego por placer y es el juego el que me da la vida No me acostumbro a perder pero juego por placer y es el juego, si... me da la vida
200 Years Old Composer(s): Frank Zappa Performer(s): Frank Zappa & Captain Beefheart
I was sittin' in a breakfast room in Allentown
Pennsylvania, six o'clock in the morning, got up to early, it was a terrible mistake... sittin' there face-to-face with a 75 cent glass of orange juice about as big as my finger and a bowl of horribly foreshortened cornflakes, and I said to myself: "This is the life!"...
She's 200 years old so mean, she couldn't grow no lips Boy, she'd be in trouble if she tried to grow a mustache
She's two hundred years old Squattin' down & pockin' up In front of the juke box just like she had True Religion.. BOY!
She's two hundred years old Hoy!, hoy!, in 200 years half of this, none of that one.. fifty.. oh squattin' Yeah-ah, ain't she got Oohhh, she got religion now, boy
Oohhhh, ?? ?? ?? Oohhhh, she's just mean she just, she just can't grow no lips Squat.. down, so mean she can't grow no lips 200 years old, so mean she can't grow no lips
Manon Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Originally performed by: Serge Gainsbourg Covered by various other artists
Manon Manon Non tu ne sais sur'ment pas Manon À quel point je hais Ce que tu es Sinon Manon Je t'aurais déjà perdue Manon Perverse Manon Perfide Manon Il me faut t'aimer avec un autre Je le sais Manon Cruelle Manon Manon Manon Non tu ne sauras jamais Manon À quel point je hais Ce que tu es Au fond Manon Je dois avoir perdu la raison Je t'aime Manon
2000 Ans Et Un Jour Composer(s): Claude Lemesle; Michel Fugain Performer(s): Michel Fugain
2000 ans et un jour On fait le bilan, il est lourd Sans perdre de temps, ça repart pour un tour Faut pas se miner, s'faire de bile Car, pour les années, paraît-il Ce sont toujours les premières deux mille les plus difficiles
2000 ans et deux jours On rase les cons et les tours On voit mieux les gens, les couleurs, les contours On passe du venin au velours Et on rend la main à l'amour Et on voit que c'est bon, que c'est beau et on est plutôt pour
C'est peut-être la dernière chance On n'a plus le droit de se planter
2000 ans et trois jours On chasse le smog et, bonjour Il y a de nouveau du soleil dans la cour On met de l'ozone tout autour Et puis après, on fait l'amour Et ça va de mieux en mieux et on est de plus en plus pour
2000 ans, quatre jours Fini Marignan, Pearl Harbour On jette les flingues et le fric n'a plus cours On a fait la peau aux tambours L'humeur de l'humain, c'est l'humour Et n'importe quand, n'importe où, n'importe qui fait l'amour
C'est peut-être la dernière chance On n'a plus le droit de se planter
2000 ans et cinq jours Y a tant de boulot à la bourre Qu'il y en aura bien pour tout l'monde, pour toujours Mais, du sixième au septième jour On baille et on bulle, on savoure Ce monde nouveau, pourvu qu'il dure un peu plus de huit jours
Meu pára-choque com seu pára-choque Era um toque Era um pó que era um só Eu e meu irmão Era porreta Carreta parelha a carreta Dançando na reta Meu irmão Na beira de estrada valeu O que era dele era meu Eu era ele Ele era eu
Ela era estrela Era flor do sertão Era pérola d'oeste Era consolação Era amor na boléia Eram cem caminhões Mas ela era nova Viçosa, matriz Era diamantina Era imperatriz Era só uma menina De três corações E então
Atravessando a garganta Jamanta fechando jamanta Na curva crucial Era uma barra, era engano Na certa, era cano Na mão, mano a mano Pau a pau Na beira de estrada se deu Se o que era dele era meu Ou era ele ou era eu
Ela era estrela Era flor do sertão Era pérola d'oeste Era consolação Era amor na boléia Eram cem caminhões Mas ela era nova Viçosa, matriz Era diamantina Era imperatriz Era só uma menina De três corações E então
Então lavei as mãos Do sangue do Meu sangue do Meu sangue irmão Chão
2000 Light Years From Home Composer(s): Mick Jagger; Keith Richards Performer(s): The Rolling Stones
Sun turnin' 'round with graceful motion We're setting off with soft explosion Bound for a star with fiery oceans It's so very lonely, you're a hundred light years from home
Freezing red deserts turn to dark Energy here in every part It's so very lonely, you're six hundred light years from home
It's so very lonely, you're a thousand light years from home It's so very lonely, you're a thousand light years from home
Bell flight fourteen you now can land See you on Aldebaran Safe on the green desert sand It's so very lonely, you're two thousand light years from home It's so very lonely, you're two thousand light years from home
Mano A Mano Composer(s): Esteban Celedonio Flores Performer(s): Carlos Gardel
Rechiflao en mis tristeza te evoco y veo que has sido en mi pobre vida paria sólo una buena mujer tu presencia de bacana puso calor en mi nido fuiste buena, consecuente y yo sé que me has querido como no quisiste a nadie como no podrás querer
Se dio el juego de remanye cuando vos, pobre percanta gambeteabas la pobreza en la casa de pensión hoy sos toda una bacana la vida te ríe y canta los morlacos del otario los tirás a la marchanta como juega el gato maula con el mísero ratón
Hoy tenés el mate lleno de infelices ilusiones te engrupieron lo otarios las amigas, el gavión La milonga entre magnates con sus locas tentaciones donde triunfan y claudican milongueras pretensiones se te ha entrado muy adentro en el pobre corazón
Nada debo agradecerte mano a mano hemos quedado no me importa lo que has hecho lo que hacés y lo que harás Los favores recibidos creo habértelos pagado y si una deuda chica sin querer se me ha olvidado en la cuenta del otario que tenés, se la cargás
Mientras tanto que tus triunfos pobres triunfos pasajeros sean una larga fila de riquezas y placer que el bacán que te acamala tenga pesos duraderos que te abrace en las paradas con cafichos milongueros y que digan los muchachos "¡es una buena mujer!"
Y mañana, cuando seas descolado un mueble viejo y no tengas esperanza en el pobre corazón si precisás una ayuda si te hace falta un consejo acordate de este amigo que ha de jugarse el pellejo pa' ayudarte en lo que pueda cuando llegue la ocasión
2000 Man Composer(s): Mick Jagger; Keith Richards Performer(s): The Rolling Stones
Well, my name is a number A piece of plastic film And I'm growin' funny flowers In my little window sill
Dont you know I'm a 2000 man And my kids, they just don't understand me at all
Well my wife still respects me I really misused her I am having an affair With the random computer
Don't you know I'm a 2000 man And my kids, they just don't understand me at all
Oh daddy, proud of your planet Oh mummy, proud of your sun Oh daddy, proud of your planet Oh mummy. proud of your sun Oh daddy, your brain's still flashin' Like it did when you were young Or do you come down crashin' Seeing all the things you'd done All was a big put on
Oh daddy, proud of your planet Oh mummy. proud of your son Oh daddy, proud of your planet Oh mummy. proud of your sun
Oh daddy, proud of your planet Oh mummy. proud of your sun Oh daddy, proud of your planet Oh mummy. proud of your sun
And you know who's the 2000 man And your kids they just won't understand you at all
Mannish Boy Composer(s): Bo Diddley; Mel London; Muddy Waters Originally performed by: Muddy Waters
Ooooooh, yeah, ooh, yeah
Everythin', everythin', everythin's gonna be alright this mornin' Ooh yeah, whoaw Now when I was a young boy, at the age of five My mother said I was, gonna be the greatest man alive But now I'm a man, way past 21 Want you to believe me baby I had lot's of fun I'm a man I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn That represents man No B, O child, Y1 That mean mannish boy I'm a man I'm a full grown man I'm a man I'm a natural born lovers man I'm a man I'm a rollin' stone I'm a man I'm a hoochie coochie man
Sittin' on the outside, just me and my mate You know I'm made to move you honey come up two hours late Wasn't that a man I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn That represents man No B, O child, Y1 That mean mannish boy I'm a man I'm a full grown man Man I'm a natural born lovers man Man I'm a rollin' stone Man-child I'm a hoochie coochie man The line I shoot will never miss When I make love to a woman she can't resist I think I go down to old Kansas Stew I'm gonna bring back my second cousin that little Johnny Cocheroo All you little girls sittin'out at that line I can make love to you woman in five minutes time Ain't that a man I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn That represents man No B, O child, Y1 That mean mannish boy Man I'm a full grown man Man I'm a natural born lovers man Man I'm a rollin' stone I'm a man-child I'm a hoochie coochie man well, well, well, well hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry Don't hurt me, don't hurt me child don't hurt me, don't hurt, don't hurt me child well, well, well, well
20th Century Blues Composer(s): Noël Coward Performer(s): Marianne Faithfull; Noël Coward; New Mayfair Orch.; Daryl Sherman
Why is it that civilized humanity Can make the world so wrong? In this hurly-burly of insanity Our dreams cannot last long
We've reached a deadline A press headline Every sorrow Blues value Is news value Tomorrow
Blues Twentieth century blues Are getting me down Blues Escape those weary Twentieth century blues
Why If there's a God in the sky Why shouldn't He grin High Above this dreary Twentieth century din?
In this strange illusion Chaos and confusion People seem to lose their way What is there to strive for Love or keep alive for Say, 'Hey, hey!' Call it a day?
Blues Nothing to win or to lose It's getting me down Blues Escape those weary Twentieth century blues
We've reached a deadline A press headline Every sorrow Blues value Is news value Tomorrow
Blues Nothing to win or to lose It's getting me down Blues Escape those dreary Twentieth century Blues
Manners Maketh Man Composer(s): Jeremy Clyde Performer(s): Chad Stuart and Jeremy Clyde
When I walked in that café You turned and looked my way You knew that you were being rude To point and to stare So why should I smile When you put me on trial And your daughter wants an autograph And you don't like my hair
Perhaps you resent A life that was spent In hating an enemy That you've never seen You believed them when they said There's a red beneath your bed Am I a living symbol of your youth That might have been?
Does it become clear As you see me sitting here So well behaved And not like you expect And now do you see That you were once like me But you missed out on a lot of things By being too correct
You gave a loud guffaw As I walked in the door And you loudly said, "Hey look at that kid, Will ya look at that kid, will ya?" Then remembering your girl You said, "Hey kid, sign for Merle" Did you notice I was eating And you didn't have the manners to say please
20th Century Boy Composer(s): Marc Bolan Performer(s): T. Rex
Friends say it's fine Friends say it's good Everybody says it's just like rock and roll I move like a cat Charge like a ram Sting like a bee Babe I want to be your man Well it's plain to see You were meant for me Yea I'm your toy Your 20th century boy Fly like a plane Drive like a car Ball like a hound Babe I want to be your man 20th century boy I want to be your toy 20th century boy I want to be your toy
Maninha Composer(s): Chico Buarque Performer(s): Chico Buarque and various other artists
Se lembra da fogueira Se lembra dos balões Se lembra dos luares dos sertões A roupa no varal Feriado nacional E as estrelas salpicadas nas canções Se lembra quando toda modinha Falava de amor Pois nunca mais cantei, ó maninha Depois que ele chegou
Se lembra da jaquiera A fruta no capim O sonho que você contou pra mim Os passos no porão Lembra da assombração E das almas com perfume de jasmim Se lembra do jardim, ó maninha Coberto de flor Pois hoje só dá erva daninha No chão que ele pisou
Se lembra do futuro Que a gente combinou Eu era tão crinça e ainda sou Querendo acreditar Que o dia vai raiar Só porque uma cantiga anunciou Mas não me deixe assim, tão sozinho A me torturar Que um dia ele vai embora, maninha Pra nunca mais voltar
20th Century Promised Land Composer(s): J. Kerr Performer(s): Simple Minds
Stories came like the wind Joining every bridge in the wind Ringing out footsteps Calling out stell-heels I give voice I give breath Count out evenings and stars How fast can these things move on Taking roots back to yourself And the reason for fear was moving on And on Some time Great times Troubled time Fire for the times Ringing out footsteps Calling out steel-heels
Promised land Great times in commotion Here come every day It only lasts an hour Unhappy the land that has no heroes No! Unhappy the land that needs heroes
And the reason for fear was moving on The speed of light was moving on Don't cry Tears are only wasted waters Some say God her only loves the proud Be damned on luck But not dishearted Nothing to prove And nothing to present I give voice I give breath Catching winds in my hand My hand
Some times Great times Catching wind in my hand My hand Some times Great times Troubled times Fire for the times Ringing out footsteps Calling out steel-heels
Promised land Great times in commotion Here comes every dat It only lasts an hour Unhappy the land that has no heroes No! Unhappy the land that needs heroes
I'll call you out I'll scream you out And I don't care if you're afraid When city sounds invade the air
Catch the wind in their hands Promised land Catch the wind in their hands Promised lands Promised lands Promised lands Great times in commotion
Manifiesto Composer(s): Víctor Jara Performer(s): Víctor Jara and various other artists
Yo no canto por cantar ni por tener buena voz canto porque la guitarra tiene sentido y razón
Tiene corazón de tierra y alas de palomita es como el agua bendita santigua glorias y penas
Aquí se encajó mi canto como dijera Violeta guitarra trabajadora con olor a primavera
Que no es guitarra de ricos ni cosa que se parezca mi canto es de los andamios para alcanzar las estrellas
Que el canto tiene sentido cuando palpita en las venas del que morirá cantando las verdades verdaderas no las lisonjas fugaces ni las famas extranjeras sino el canto de una lonja hasta el fondo de la tierra
Ahí donde llega todo y donde todo comienza canto que ha sido valiente siempre será canción nueva
2112 Overture Composer(s): Geddy Lee Performer(s): Rush
"I lie awake, staring out at the bleakness of Megadon City and sky become one, merging into a single plane a vast sea of unbroken grey. The Twin Moons, just two pale orbs as they trace their way across the steely sky I used to think I had a pretty good life here just plugging into my machine for the day then watching Templevision or reading a Temple Paper in the evening
"My friend Jon always said it was nicer here than under the atmospheric domes of the Outer Planets We have had peace since 2062 when the surviving planets were banded together under the Red Star of the Solar Federation The less fortunate gave us a few new moons I believed what I was told I thought it was a good life, I thought I was happy Then I found something that changed it all..."
I. Overture
And the meek shall inherit the earth...
II. Temples of Syrinx
... "The massive grey walls of the Temples rise from the heart of every Federation city I have always been awed by them to think that every single facet of every life is regulated and directed from within! Our books, our music, our work and play are all looked after by the benevolent wisdom of the priests..."
We've taken care of everything The words you hear, the songs you sing The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes It's one for all and all for one We work together, common sons Never need to wonder how or why
We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx Our great computers fill the hallowed halls We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx All the gifts of life are held within our walls
Look around at this world we've made Equality our stock in trade Come and join the Brotherhood of Man Oh, what a nice, contented world Let the banners be unfurled Hold the Red Star proudly high in hand
We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx Our great computers fill the hallowed halls We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx All the gifts of life are held within our walls
III. Discovery
... "Behind my beloved waterfall in the little room that was hidden beneath the cave, I found it I brushed away the dust of the years, and picked it up holding it reverently in my hands. I had no idea what it might be, but it was beautiful" ...
... "I learned to lay my fingers across the wires and to turn the keys to make them sound differently As I struck the wires with my other hand I produced my first harmonious sounds, and soon my own music! How different it could be from the music of the Temples! I can't wait to tell the priests about it! ..."
What can this strange device be? When I touch it, it gives forth a sound It's got wires that vibrate and give music What can this thing be that I found?
See how it sings like a sad heart And joyously screams out its pain Sounds that build high like a mountain Or notes that fall gently like rain
I can't wait to share this new wonder The people will all see its light Let them all make their own music The Priests praise my name on this night
IV. Presentation
... "In the sudden silence as I finished playing I looked up to a circle of grim, expressionless faces Father Brown rose to his feet and his somnolent voice echoed throughout the silent Temple Hall" ...
... "Instead of the grateful joy that I expected they were words of quiet rejection! Instead of praise, sullen dismissal I watched in shock and horror as Father Brown ground my precious instrument to splinters beneath his feet..."
I know it's most unusual To come before you so But I've found an ancient miracle I thought that you should know Listen to my music And hear what it can do There's something here as strong as life I know that it will reach you
Yes, we know, it's nothing new It's just a waste of time We have no need for ancient ways Our world is doing fine Another toy will help destroy The elder race of man Forget about your silly whim It doesn't fit the plan
I can't believe you're saying These things just can't be true Our world could use this beauty Just think what we might do Listen to my music And hear what it can do There's something here as strong as life I know that it will reach you
Don't annoy us further! We have our work to do. Just think about the average What use have they for you? Another toy will help destroy The elder race of man Forget about your silly whim It doesn't fit the Plan!
V. Oracle: The Dream
... "I guess it was a dream, but even now it all seems so vivid to me Clearly yet I see the beckoning hand of the oracle as he stood at the summit of the staircase" ...
... "I see still the incredible beauty of the sculptured cities and the pure spirit of man revealed in the lives and works of this world I was overwhelmed by both wonder and understanding as I saw a completely different way to life a way that had been crushed by the Federation long ago I saw now how meaningless life had become with the loss of all these things ..."
I wandered home though the silent streets And fell into a fitful sleep Escape to realms beyond the night Dream can't you show me the light?
I stand atop a spiral stair An oracle confronts me there He leads me on light years away Through astral nights, galactic days I see the works of gifted hands That grace this strange and wondrous land I see the hand of man arise With hungry mind and open eyes
They left the planet long ago The elder race still learn and grow Their power grows with purpose strong To claim the home where they belong Home to tear the Temples down... Home to change!
VI. Soliloquy
... "I have not left this cave for days now it has become my last refuge in my total despair I have only the music of the waterfall to comfort me now I can no longer live under the control of the Federation but there is no other place to go My last hope is that with my death I may pass into the world of my dream and know peace at last"
The sleep is still in my eyes The dream is still in my head I heave a sigh and sadly smile And lie a while in bed I wish that it might come to pass Not fade like all my dreams...
Just think of what my life might be In a world like I have seen! I don't think I can carry on Carry on this cold and empty life
My spirits are low in the depths of despair My lifeblood... ...spills over...
VII. The Grand Finale Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation We have assumed control We have assumed control We have assumed control
Hay hombres que se las pasan Manoseando a las mujeres Yo no entiendo cómo pueden Disfrutar esos placeres Si bailan con una chica Buscan posición Con las manos sueltas Y en la confusión Entre todo el movimiento Y en el ajetreo Es el preciso momento ¿para qué? Maniculitanteo, aprovechan del meneo Maniculitanteo, eso yo no lo deseo Maniculitanteo, la fiesta está en su apogeo Maniculitanteo, ya me está dando mareo Hay hombres que se las pasan Manoseando a las mujeres Qué manera tan grosera La que tienen esos seres
Buscan los lugares buenos Donde hay mucha gente Se van deslizando Como una serpiente Estudian el elemento Y hacen un sondeo Porque ya llegó el momento ¿para qué?
Maniculitanteo, se aprovechan del meneo Maniculitanteo, ten cuidado con Doroteo Maniculitanteo, esto se está poniendo feo Maniculitanteo, se puede formar un peo'
21st Century Man Composer(s): Jeff Lynne Performer(s): Electric Light Orchestra
A penny in your pocket Suitcase in your hand They won't get you very far Now you're a 21st century man
Fly across the city Rise above the land You can do 'most anything Now you're a 21st century man
Though you ride on the wheels of tomorrow (tomorrow) You still wander the fields of your sorrow What will it bring?
One day you're a hero Next day you're a clown There's nothing that is in between Now you're a 21st century man
You should be so happy You should be so glad So why are you so lonely You 21st century man?
You stepped out of a dream Believing everything was gone Return with what you've learned They'll kiss the ground you walk upon
Things ain't how you thought they were Nothing have you planned So pick up your penny and your suitcase You're not a 21st century man
Though you ride on the wheels of tomorrow You still wander the fields of your sorrow (sorrow) Tomorrow, 21st century man 21st century man 21st century man
