Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Manuel Composer(s): Balasko; Hachfeld; Philippe Renaux; Pascal Sevran Performer(s): Dalida
Ich wartete des ganze jahr Solang er im gefängnis war Ich wartete auf ihn Manuel
So gingen tag und nacht vorbei Sein garten blühte wuchs anfs neu Wie meine sehnsucht nach Manuel Ich fuhr zu ihm wohl hundert mal Sprach durch das gitter voller qual Ein leeres, dummes wort von Liebe Ich sah in seine augen nur Er wischte fort die tränenspur Ich sollte ihn nicht weinen sehen Das tor steht offen, und die freibeit lacht Wenn auch der regen nun noch fälit Es ist schön auf der welt Er hat so gut wie nichts getan Das schicksal warf ihn aus der bahn Und anf den falschen weg, Manuel Ein unbedachter jugendstreich Erschütterte sein leben gleich Ob er des je vergisst, Manuel Am anfang dachte ich daran Er tut sich selber etwas an Ich gab ihm wieder selbstvertrauen Ich sagte nimm es nicht so schwer Denk auch an Pierre, er liebt dich sehr Wir sprechen oft von seinem vater Das tor steht offen, und die freiheit lacht Wenn auch der Regen nun noch fällt Es ist schön auf der welt Ich wartete das gauze jahr Solang er im gefängnis war Ich wartete anf ihn Manuel Und heute kommt er nun nach haus Ich steh am zug und er steigt aus Wirft sich an meine Brust Manuel Die Blumen stehen schon bereit Ich trag das bunte sommerkleid Das er an mir besonders liebte Nun weiss ich alles ist vorbei Er kommt zurück, ist wieder frei Heut abend gehn wir aus Manuel
49 reasons all in a line All of them good ones, all of them lies Drifting with my lady, we're oldest of friends Need a little work and there's fences to mend Steady girl, be my world Till the drifter come, now she's gone I let that man play his hand, I let them go, how was I to know? I'm down on my knees, nobody left to please Now it's over, they left in the spring Her and the drifter, lookin' for beautiful things Steady girl, be my world Till the drifter come, now she's gone I let that man play his hand I let them go, how was I to know? I'm down on my knees, nobody left to please
Manuel Composer(s): Philippe Renaux; Pascal Sevran Performer(s): Dalida
Il a passé quatre saisons entre les murs d'une prison Moi je l'ai attendu Manuel J'ai vu refleurir son jardin et j'ai compté chaque matin Qui me ramènerait Manuel J'ai pris cent fois le même train pour échanger devant témoin Des mots d'amour sans importance Je savais lire dans ses yeux Des larmes cachées de son mieux C'est dur de voir pleurer un homme
La porte s'ouvre sur la liberté Même la pluie ne change rien Il fait beau ce matin
Il a suffit de presque rien pour faire basculer son destin Sur les mauvais chemins Manuel Pour une erreur de jeunesse il a entamé sa jeunesse Pourra-t-il oublier Manuel Il a parfois pensé au pire moi je m'efforçais de sourire Et de lui redonner confiance Je disais ne t'inquiète pas Jean François te reconnaîtra Je lui parle souvent de son père
La porte s'ouvre sur la liberté Même la pluie ne change rien Il fait beau ce matin
Il a passé quatre saisons entre les murs d'une prison Moi je l'ai attendu Manuel C'est aujourd'hui qu'il me revient Je vais l'attendre au dernier train Qui me ramènera Manuel J'ai coupé des fleurs ce matin J'ai remis la robe de satin puisque c'est celle qu'il préfère Voilà qu'il rentre à la maison Moi je vais croire qu'il tiendra bon Ce soir je dine avec Manuel
2 X 2 Composer(s): Bob Dylan Performer(s): Bob Dylan
One by one, they followed the sun One by one, until there were none Two by two, to their lovers they flew Two by two, into the foggy dew Three by three, they danced on the sea Four by four, they danced on the shore Five by five, they tried to survive Six by six, they were playing with tricks
How many paths did they try and fail? How many of their brothers and sisters lingered in jail? How much poison did they inhale? How many black cats crossed their trail?
Seven by seven, they headed for heaven Eight by eight, they got to the gate Nine by nine, they drank the wine Ten by ten, they drank again
How many tomorrow's have are they given away? How many compared to yesterday? How many more without any reward? How many more can they afford?
Two by two, they stepped into the ark Two by two, they step in the dark Three by three, they're turning the key Four by four, they turn it some more One by one, they follow the sun Two by two, to another rendezvous
Manuel du Chico du sangst so schön da war der Fremde in der Kirche da Manuel dein Vater der ließ dich geh'n er nahm das viele Geld und sagte ja
Manuel der Junge aus Kastilein der war Manuel dann über Nacht ein Star Und in der großen Welt da kam das große Geld das steckten alle ein doch nur nicht du nein
Canta canta Manuel
canta canta Manuel Canta canta
Manuel ich las den Brief den du schriebst du willst bei deinem Lied zu Hause sein Manuel ich kenn' das Dorf das du liebst nun bist du eingesperrt in Stadt und Stein Manuel ich kam und hab' dich weinen geseh'n
Manuel du wolltest mit mir geh'n Denn in der großen Welt da gibt es Ruhm und Geld doch es gibt eines nicht gibt kein Zuhaus' nein
Canta canta Manuel
canta canta Manuel Canta canta
Manuel dann hab' ich gar nichts getan ich brachte dich nicht mal zurück nach Haus Manuel und dein Konzert das fing an es war wie immer du bekamst Applaus Manuel ich wüßte gern für wen du jetzt singst Manuel wem du heut' Freude bringst Da in der großen Welt da gibt es Ruhm und Geld doch es gibt eines nicht gibt kein Zuhaus' nein
20/20 Composer(s): Randy Goodrum Performer(s): George Benson
When I think of all I put you through Always taking you for granted I never saw it from your point of view Blinded by the double standard
You were tryin' to tell me all along Something in the love was missing You said "It's not too late to get it back" But I just wasn't listening
If I knew back then what I know now If I understood the what, when, why and how Now it's clear to me What I should have done But hindsight is 20/20 vision
Now I see it in a different light I've been losin' you in stages Give us one more chance I'll get it right Girl , you're gonna see some changes
If I knew back then what I know now If i understood the what, when, why and how Now it's clear to me What I should have done But hindsight is 20/20 vision
Takin' time to catch up on some history Tryin' to figure out what went wrong with you and me And it doesn't really matter what's been before But I know there's no future with you walkin' out that door
Manque De Toi Composer(s): Claude Moine; Pierre Papadiamandis Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
J'veux pas finir comme une momie à Miami Floride très peu pour moi Qu'on met sur la plage au soleil à midi Qu'on retrouve bronzé, mais froid Mais avec toi si tu l'demandais, si tu me revenais J'irai partout où tu s'ras Je me suis shooté à toi, tu l'sais Et maint'nant je suis en manque de toi Tu dis qu'j'en fais d'trop, qu'j'suis sous effet Moi j'sais pas où t'en es Mais j'sais qu'je suis accro à toi Qui a shooté l'autre? Y a que l'amour qui l'sait Et maint'nant, je suis en manque de toi Je t'attendrai, s'il le faut, toutes les nuits Zombie devant chez toi J'te promets, je ne chant'rai pas sous la pluie J'ai pas l'humour pour ça Mais avec toi si tu l'demandais C'est pas évident pour toi Je me suis shooté à toi, tu l'sais Et maint'nant je suis en manque de toi Tu dis qu'j'en fais d'trop, qu'j'suis sous effet Moi j'sais pas où t'en es Mais j'sais qu'je suis accro à toi Qui a shooté l'autre? Y a que l'amour qui l'sait Et maint'nant, je suis en manque de toi Question de feeling entre nous tu sais J'irai partout où tu s'ras Je me suis shooté à toi, tu l'sais Et maint'nant je suis en manque de toi Tu dis qu'j'en fais d'trop, qu'j'suis sous effet Moi j'sais pas où t'en es Mais j'sais qu'je suis accro à toi Qui a shooté l'autre? Y a que l'amour qui l'sait Et maint'nant, je suis en manque de toi Mais avec toi si tu me revenais J'irai partout où tu s'ras Qui a shooté l'autre? Y a que l'amour qui l'sait Et maint'nant, je suis en manque de toi
200 Balloons Composer(s): Prince Performer(s): Prince
Who gonna stop 200 balloons? Nobody Let's do it 25 policemen all in a row Can't stop the party people - Go go go If U can't beat 'em join 'em baby say so It's party time everybody come on lets go Fly with me 200 balloons (Let's do it) Blowing down the city colder than ice I think U better love me 'cuz I'm really kind of nice If U do me once girl U have 2 do me twice Wave your hand if U wanna party tonight Come on everybody 200 balloons Everybody sing it Fly with me (Let's do it) Come on baby fly with me (Let's do it) Fly with me (Let's do it) Come on baby fly with me I'll buy U love if I got 200 balloons (Let's do it) Tell me that U love me and I'll buy U a fancy car I made U a couple of times and so U made me a star So take me 4 what I'm worth, love me 4 what I are (Do, do) The Partyman, I take U way far Come on y'all 200 balloons Who's gonna stop 200 balloons? Nobody Let's do it Let's do it Let's do it Let's do it It's party time y'all 200 balloons (Do it) Don't stop me now (Do it {Poet}) My life has just begun (Do it) Rave, unto the joy y'all (Do it) The only one don't try to stop me (Do it) Fly with me (Do it) (Do it 200 Do it 200 Do it) Fly with me Come on fly with me It's party time y'all 200 balloons (Let's do it) 200 balloons (Let's do it) (Fly with me) 200 balloons Let's do it Let's do it Hey, its been good! Fly Fly Fly with me (200 balloons) Come on baby fly with me (Let's do it) Fly with me 200 balloons (Let's do it) Who gonna stop 200 balloons? Nobody Let's do it [(?) (?)] Get (Do it, Do it) Get your house in order (Do it, Do it) Get your (?), Get your (?) (200 balloons) Get your house in, Get your house in Get your hou', Get your, Get Get Get Get (Fly) (Oh yeah) Your house in order Fly with me (200) Let's do it Get your house in order 200 balloons Get your, Get your (Let's do it) Turn your heads to the east I'll be coming from the west Ain't no stoppin' me baby 'Cause I'm the best (200) Cry Cry Cry I love it when U moan This funk will cut so deep Gonna touch your soul, oh (200 balloons) (Do it, Do it, Do it, Do it) My funk is multilayered (I just) Don't stop me now (I just) I got a fever pumpin' Don't stop me now I'll make love to U (I just) [Ain't day...sea to sea] (I just) I got a warehouse full of protection, 2 times Good lord (200 balloons) I wanna be your (Rave) busy bee I'll be your busy bee Come on queen... (Rave, 200, 200, Rave, 200 balloons) (Let's do, let's, let's do it) (Rave, Fly with me) (Fly with me {200} {Rave} {200} Fly with me}) (200 {Let's do it} balloons) Rave, unto the joy fantastic, Rave (Let's do it) (...) Who gonna stop 200 balloons? Nobody
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
