Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Luci A San Siro Composer(s): Roberto Vecchioni Performer(s): Roberto Vecchioni; Francesco Guccini
Hanno ragione, hanno ragione mi han detto: "E' vecchio tutto quello che lei fa parli di donne da buon costume di questo han voglia se non l'ha capito già" E che gli dico: "Guardi non posso, io quando ho amato ho amato dentro gli occhi suoi magari anche fra le sue braccia ma ho sempre pianto per la sua felicità"
Luci a San Siro di quella sera che c'è di strano siamo stati tutti là ricordi il gioco dentro la nebbia? Tu ti nascondi e se ti trovo ti amo là Ma stai barando, tu stai gridando così non vale, è troppo facile così trovarti amarti giocare il tempo sull'erba morta con il freddo che fa qui
Ma il tempo emigra mi han messo in mezzo non son capace più di dire un solo no Ti vedo e a volte ti vorrei dire ma questa gente intorno a noi che cosa fa? Fa la mia vita, fa la tua vita tanto doveva prima o poi finire lì ridevi e forse avevi un fiore non ti ho capita, non mi hai capito mai
Scrivi Vecchioni, scrivi canzoni che più ne scrivi più sei bravo e fai danè tanto che importa a chi le ascolta se lei c'è stata o non c'è stata e lei chi è? Fatti pagare, fatti valere più abbassi il capo più ti dicono di si e se hai le mani sporche che importa tienile chiuse e nessuno lo saprà
Milano mia portami via, fa tanto freddo ho schifo e non ne posso più facciamo un cambio prenditi pure quel po' di soldi quel po' di celebrità ma dammi indietro la mia seicento i miei vent'anni e una ragazza che tu sai Milano scusa stavo scherzando luci a San Siro non ne accenderanno più
Monday Morning Secretary Composer(s): Don Reid Performer(s): The Statler Brothers
She leaves home at eight, a little bit late A little bit tired of it all She unlocks the doors and does so much more Than what she gets credit for She opens the mail, straightens up without fail Last Friday evening's mess She makes brand new coffee though her head's hurtin' awful By nine she's looking her best
And Monday comes dawning The world wakes up yawning And Friday seems so far away But there bright and early Monday morning secretary You sure do look pretty today
At ten there's a break she don't always take Just time for a powder and smoke A salesman comes in, looks her over end to end And tells her a new dirty joke She laughs off his pass like she's done in the past She knows all those lines so well Then at five she goes home to her cat and two rooms And cries cause she's lonely as hell
And Monday comes dawning The world wakes up yawning And Friday seems so far away But there bright and early Monday morning secretary You sure do look pretty today
Gigi L'Amoroso German & Japanese Titles: Gigi, Der Geliebte; Koisuru Gigi Composer(s): Chris Michaelessi; Lana Sebastian Performer(s): Dalida
Je vais vous raconter Avant de vous quitter L'histoire d'un p'tit village près de Napoli Nous étions quatre amis Au bal tous les samedis A jouer, à chanter toute la nuit Giorgio à la guitare Sandro à la mandoline Moi je dansais en frappant du tambourin Mais tous ceux qui venaient C'était pour écouter Celui qui faisait battre tous les coeurs Et quand il arrivait La foule s'écriait Arriva, Gigi l'Amoroso Croqueur d'amour, l'oeil de velours comme une caresse Gigi l'Amoroso Toujours vainqueur, parfois sans coeur Mais jamais sans tendresse Partout, c'était la fête quand il chantait Zaza, luna caprese, o sole mio Gigi Giuseppe Mais tout le monde l'appelait Gigi l'Amour Et les femmes étaient folles de lui, toutes La femme du boulanger, qui fermait sa boutique tous les mardis pour aller... La femme du notaire qui était une sainte et qui n'vait jamais tromper son mari auparavant Et la veuve du colonel La veuve du colonel qui ne porta plus le deuil parce qu'il n'aimait pas le noir Toutes, je vous dis Même moi, mais moi, Gigi aimait trop sa liberté, jusqu'au jour où Une riche américaine A grands coups de je t'aime Lui proposa d'aller jusqu'à Hollywood Tu seras le plus beau De tous les Caruzos Lui disait-elle jusqu'à en perdre haleine Nous voilà à la gare Avec tous nos mouchoirs Le coeur serré, émus par ce grand départ Pourtant on était fier Qu'il dépasse nos frontières Gigi partait conquérir l'Amérique Et quand il arriva Le village était là Arriva, Gigi l'Amoroso Croqueur d'amour, l'oeil de velours comme une caresse Gigi l'Amoroso Toujours vainqueur, parfois sans coeur Mais jamais sans tendresse Et là, devant la foule, il a chanté Zaza, luna caprese, o sole mio Gigi, quand le train eut disparu, nous sommes tous rentrés chez nous Et le lendemain, le village n'était plus le même La femme du boulanger refusa d'allumer son four La femme du notaire, par désespoir pris plusieurs amants Et la femme du colonel ferma ses persiennes et reprit le deuil pour la seconde fois Oui, le village avait bien changé Et moi Des années ont passé Cinq hivers, cinq étés No news, c'était good news on nous avait dit Il a fallu du cran Du courage et du temps Pour arriver à continuer sans lui Et malgré son absence La nuit dans le silence Oubliant nos costumes et nos istruments On entendait venir Comme une larme un soupir Du fond de la salle cette mélodie Croqueur d'amour, l'oeil de velours comme une caresse Gigi, Gigi, c'est toi là-bas dans le noir Attends, laisse-moi te regarder Mais tu pleures Tu pleures Gigi Ca n'a pas été là-bas, hein Et alors, et alors qu'est ce qu'ils comprennent ces Américains à part le rock et le twist, hein Ma Gigi, qu'est-ce que tu croyais, devenir comme çà Gigi l'Americano E invece no, tu sei Giuseppe Frabrizio Luca Santini Et tu es Nappolitain Ecoute, Giorgio s'est mis à la guitare Attends, Sandro est là aussi Mais, mais tu ne peux pas t'en aller comme çà Ici tu es chez toi Ici tu es le roi Tu entends, tu les entends Gigi Ils sont tous là Ils ont dû te reconnaître à la gare Chante Gigi, chante, c'est ton public Chante pour eux, chante pour moi qui n'ai jamais su te parler Oui, vas-y, bravo Gigi, chante Arriva, Gigi l'Amoroso Croqueur d'amour, l'oeil de velours comme une caresse Gigi l'Amoroso Toujours vainqueur, parfois sans coeur Mais jamais sans tendresse Partout, c'était la fête quand il chantait Zaza, luna caprese, o sole mio Arriva, Gigi l'Amoroso Croqueur d'amour, l'oeil de velours comme une caresse Gigi l'Amoroso Toujours vainqueur, parfois sans coeur Mais jamais sans tendresse Partout, c'était la fête quand il chantait Zaza, luna caprese, o sole mio
Luci Ah Composer(s): Mogol Audio 2 - Lucio Battisti Performer(s): Lucio Battisti
Luci - ah Oggi è stata gran festa in paese sì lo so ma non per questo si brucian le chiese no no no La botte era grande, il vino era buono lo sai anche tu ti è tanto piaciuto che ci hai fatto il bagno non farlo mai più La tua veste colore di fuoco è molto bella però troppo a lungo là sul campanile sventolò gli indumenti di pizzo ricaman la pelle ma mi sembra che tu questa sera al chiaror delle stelle non li avevi più
Luci - ah! Luci - ah! Di solito così non si fa! Luci - ah! Luci - ah! Luci - ah! Luci - ah! Di solito così non si fa! Luci - ah! Luci - ah!
Tu sapevi che il curato ogni giorno prega sempre per te ma perché l'hai legato a lui intorno hai ballato, perché? E quando il figlio del tuo macellaio ti ha chiesto in sposa per lui non dovevi rispondere che una bistecca non sei e siam d'accordo con te devi decidere tu il fidanzato che vuoi comunque esageri un po' con la richiesta che fai provarli tutti non puoi! Luci - ah! Luci - ah! Di solito così non si fa! Luci - ah! Luci - ah
Luci - ah! Luci - ah! Di solito così non si fa! Luci - ah! Luci - ah!
Luci - ah! Luci - ah Luci - ah! Luci - ah!
Ho l'impressione che se non smetti all'inferno tu finirai ma se non altro quel luogo più allegro ed umano renderai!
Luci - ah Luci - ah! Luci - ah! Di solito così non si fa! Luci.. Luci.. na, na na na Luci - ah! Luci - ah! Di solito così non si fa! Luci - ah! Luci - ah! Na, na na na
It's time for fun with music Fun with music Making music is fun Whether it's a song of home or some foreign land Music is the language we all understand We're all for one with music Fun with music And before we are done Just wait and see You'll all agree Fun with music is fun Fun for everyone
Marie Laveau
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein - Baxter Taylor
First release by: Dr. Hook & the Medicine Show - 1971
Covered by multiple other artists
Down in Louisiana where the black trees grow lives a voodoo lady named Marie Leveau She got a black cat tooth and a mojo bone and anyone wouldn't leave her alone She go (greeeeeee) another man done gone She lives in a swamp in a hollow log with a one eyed snake and a three legged dog She got a bent bony body and stringy hair And if she ever seen you all messin' round there She go (greeeeeee) another man done gone And then one night when the moon was black into the swamp come Handsome Jack A no good man like you all know when he was lookin' around for Marie Leveau He said Marie Leveau you lovely witch gimme little charm that'll make me rich Gimme million dollars and I tell you what I'll do this very night I'm gonna marry you And it'll be ummmmmmm another man done gone So Marie done some magic and she shook a little sand Made a million dollars and she put it in his hands Then she giggled and she wiggled and she said hey hey I'm gettin' ready for my weddin' day But ol' Handsome Jack he said goodbye Marie You're too damn ugly for a rich man like me Then Marie started numblin' her fangs started gnashin' Her body started tremblin' and her eyes started flashin' And she went (greeeeeee) another man done gone So if you ever get down where the black trees grow And meet a voodoo lady named Marie Leveau If she ever asks you to make her your wife Man you better stay with her for the rest of your life Or it'll be (oheeeeeee) another man done gone
Gigi L'Amoroso German & Japanese Titles: Gigi, Der Geliebte; Koisuru Gigi Composer(s): Chris Michaelessi; Lana Sebastian Performer(s): Dalida
Maybe someday you'll come To the village I'm from Right by the bay of beautiful Napoli Where each Saturday night As the vino takes flight We sing and dance and love of life is free Giorgio plays the guitar Sandro the mandolin And me I dance and bang on the tambourine But when Gigi appears The hurrahs and the cheers Come from the crowd as he begins to sing
And in between each song They shout and sing out strong
We love you Gigi l'Amoroso The greatest Italian lover since man discovered fire Gigi l'Amoroso If you only knew what you make us do With your songs of desire For each and every one his favourite song Volare, Come Prima, Ö Sole Mio
Everyone loved Gigi, the baker's wife would leave her shop just to hear him sing, the notary's wife who was a saint blessed him and made the sign of the cross every time he opened his mouth, and the widow, the young one tore her wigs to shreds and put on fancy lace and on and on, everyone loved Gigi even me, even me, but
Came a lady one day Rich as all USA Who told him Hollywood wasn't very far Oh ! he liked what he heard And believed every word Like Valentino he'd become a star We were all at the boat With a lump in our throat To wish him well and show him how much we cared Everyone in the crowd were all openly proud He'd made it now beyond the village square
And when he said Goodbye We all began to cry
We love you Gigi l'Amoroso The greatest Italian lover since man discovered fire Gigi l'Amoroso If you only knew what you make us do With your songs of desire Arrivederci, Gigi, much success The tears you see are tears of happiness
Gigi... We stayed 'till the boat was out of sight and we all returned to the village, but it wasn't the same after he left Everything seemed different the baker's wife refused to light the oven the notary's wife, wouldn't even talk to her husband she just kept counting her beads and the widow, the young one, cried and went into mourning for a second time And me...
Many days have gone by Oh the years how they fly The fountain even cried we all missed him so Not a word, not a sign My heart measured the time Oh Gigi, Gigi why did you have to go? Our performance went on But the spirit was gone Each song we sang was only a memory At the end of our show As the silence would grow Each night I'd hear his haunting melody
If you only knew What you make us do With your songs of desire Gigi...
Gigi!? Is that you in the shadow? It is you Gigi come closer! Oh let me look at you You are crying ? But why are you crying? Oh! l'American! Now I understand what do they know except Rock and Roll and "Baby, Baby, Baby" That's not for you, you are Giuseppe, Fabrizio, Luca Santini and you are Napoletano! Listen Gigi, listen... that's Giorgio playing and that, that's Sandro's mandolin wait, Gigi, wait! I'll get my tambourine wait, you can't leave like that! This is your home! Listen... you hear them Gigi? The whole town is coming! They want you to sing Gigi! To sing for them They love you Gigi, everybody loves you Sing Gigi! Canta! Bravo!!! Bravo! Carmella, Carmella Carmella lo sai che é arrivato Gigi Cesarina Cesarina scendi è arrivato Gigi da Hollywood! Ma se te lo dico io che é arrivato scendi no Guaglione, guaglione guaglione corri va a dire a zio Gennaro Che é arrivato lo zio Gigi dall'America Bravo!
To each and everyone his favourite song Volare, Come Prima, Ô Sole Mio We love you Gigi l'Amoroso The greatest Italian lover since man discovered fire Gigi l'Amoroso
If you only knew what you make us do With your songs of desire To each and everyone his favourite song Volare, Come Prima, Ô Sole Mio We love you Gigi l'Amoroso...
Luchín Composer(s): Victor Jara Performer(s): Victor Jara; Inti-Illimani; Francesca Ancarola
Fragil como un volantin en los techos de barrancas jugaba el niño Luchin con sus manitos moradas con la pelota de trapo con el gato y con el perro el caballo lo miraba
En el agua de sus ojos se bañaba el verde claro gateaba a su corta edad con el potito embarrado con la pelota de trapo con el gato y con el perro el caballo lo miraba
El caballo era otro juego en aquel pequeño espacio y al animal parecia le gustaba ese trabajo con la pelota de trapo con el gato y con el perro y con Luchito mojado
Si hay niños como Luchin que comen tierra y gusanos abramos todas las jaulas pa' que vuelen como pajaros con la pelota de trapo con el gato y con el perro y tambien con el caballo
Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters Composer(s): Elton John; Bernie Taupin Performer(s): Elton John and various other artists
And now I know Spanish harlem are not just pretty words to say I thought I knew But now I know that rose trees never grow in new york city
Until youve seen this trash can dream come true You stand at the edge while people run you through And I thank the lord theres people out there like you I thank the lord theres people out there like you
While mona lisas and mad hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they cant and that is why They know not if its dark outside or light
This broadways got Its got a lot of songs to sing If I knew the tunes I might join in Ill go my way alone Grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown in new york city
Subways no way for a good man to go down Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown And I thank the lord for the people I have found I thank the lord for the people I have found
Gigi In Paradiso Composer(s): Chris Michaelessi; Lana Sebastian Performer(s): Dalida
Elle va vous raconter la suite
elle va vous raconter la suite Elle va vous raconter la suite... Et Gigi chanta et Gigi resta et comme on ne reviens pas d'Amérique sans avoir rien rapporté Là bas Gigi avait appris à danser Et notre spectacle s'améliorait, s'agrandissait Il m'avait même dit qu'un jour on allait se marier mais Gigi Gigi ne savait rien refuser aux femmes Et quand la veuve du colonel lui demanda un rendez-vous sans hésiter il y été
Je vais vous raconter la suite si le début est un peu triste Attendez... avant de pleurer Un soir la veuve du colonel dans un double crime passionnel A tirer... Gigi est tombé
Gigi moqueur, Gigi farceur Gigi je n'entends plus ton cur
On a tellement pleurer, on a tellement prier On a tellement pleurer, on a tellement prier
Le lendemain tous le village lui rendit un dernier hommage En chantant toutes ses chansons
Gigi l'amant, Gigi l'ami, Gigi adieu, Gigi fini
On a tellement pleurer, on a tellement prier On a tellement pleurer, on a tellement prier
Et depuis plus rien n'était pareil Ni le temps, ni les couleurs, ni la vie Sandro c'est mis à boire, Gorgio quitta le pays sans rien dire Et moi, moi je passait mes nuits chez les voyantes du village pour essayer de communiquer avec lui mais rien, pas un signe, pas un message, pas un mot pas un présage, rien!
On a tellement pleurer, Tu es fier de toi Gigi, tu es fière de toi hein ? On a tellement prier Mais qu'es ce que tu avait besoin d'aller là bas ce soir là On a tellement pleurer Et on va se marier, et on ne se quittera plus jamais Et je n'aime que toi, mais tu as été hein On a tellement prier Tu ne pouvais pas t'en empêcher Et alors tant pis, tant pis pour moi Et tant pis pour toi Et puis, et puis qu'es ce que j'ai à te parler comme si tu étais la haut hein? Avec tout ce que tu as fait tu devrais en bas en train de brûler en enfer, en enfer... Oh! oh Gigi, Gigi pardon
Yolanda Yolanda serafino veut te parler Serafino? O solio de Gigi! Tu as rêvé de Gigi? Oui! il m'avait dit quand il est arrivé devant Saint Pierre C'est vrai? Oui!
Non et prenons Joseph fabricio Luis cassantini Age Trente trois ans, moins un mois Née à Poissoni près de Napôli Ah ! c'est toi que l'on à surnommer gigi l'amoroso Oeil de velours croquer d'amour Oh Saint pierre c'est quand même un peu exagéré ! Gigi il y a plus de prière qui m'arrive pour toi de Pouzoli Que de l'Italie toute entière Mon fils tes pêcher sont les pêchers comparé aux poids de ses prières Entre je ne peux pas te refuser au Paradis Merci, Grazzie, Grazzie
Gigi in pardiso... Gigi in paradiso Gigi in para... Non in Pardisco
Gigi in paradiso, Gigi in paradiso Gigi, Gigi entra au Paradis, déconcerté pas sûr de lui Fallait-il seulement qu'il sourit, les Anges étaient fous de Gigi Il donna des galas gratuits, les Saints ont chantés toute la nuit Il leur parla de ses amis qui, un jour allaient rejoindre Gigi in paradiso, Gigi in paradiso
Va Gigi fais-nous un coin au Paradis Une petite place qui ressemble à l'Italie Oh, oh, oh oh Sing your songs of long ago Tu peux chanter en Anglais Comme tu l'as toujours rêver It's now or never Va Gigi fais-nous un coin au Paradis Une petite place qui ressemble à l'Italie
Gigi visita toutes les planètes, fît de Vénus sa discothèque Prît les étoiles comme projecteurs, chaque soir c'était le malheur Gigi, il chante il danse jusqu'au matin, du Disco à ses vieux refrains il est enfin devenu star, il nous attends tous les soirs
Gigi in paradiso, Gigi in paradiso Va Gigi fais-nous un coin au paradis une petite place qui ressemble à l'Italie Oh, oh oh, oh Sing your songs of long ago Tu peux chanter en Anglais Comme tu l'as toujours rêver It's now or never Va Gigi fais-nous un coin au Paradis Une petite place qui ressemble à l'Italie
Et voilà que Giorgio revient et remplace sa guitare par une guitare électrique, Sandro ne joue plus de la mandoline, il joue les synthétiseurs et la tumba Et moi... Moi j'apprend à danser
Gigi in paradiso, Gigi in paradiso Va Gigi fais-nous un coin au Paradis une petite place qui ressemble à l'Italie Oh, oh, oh oh Sing your songs of long ago Tu peux chanter en Anglais Comme tu l'as toujours rêver It's now or never
"Et voilà c'était une belle histoire, mais nous ont à envie d'y croire Vous voyez les Napolitains aiment les choses qui finisse bien Pour nous Gigi est toujours vivant et il nous attends"
O sole mio Va Gigi fais-nous un coin au paradis Une petite place qui ressemble à l'Italie Gigi in paradiso, Gigi in paradiso, Gigi in paradiso
Luche Y Luche Composer(s): Horacio Guarany Performer(s): Horacio Guarany
Pueblo que escuchas, únete a la lucha pueblo que escuchas, únete a la lucha Pueblo unido, nunca vencido pueblo unido, nunca vencido
Y luche, luche, luche, no deje de luchar Y luche, luche, luche, no deje de luchar por un canto de obrero, obrero y popular y luche, luche, luche, no deje de luchar Pobre, el pobre que no luche siempre callado nomás Le han de robar su guitarra nunca más ha de cantar
Qué cosas tiene mi pueblo que no las puedo callar Cualquiera viene y le ofende y el calladito nomás Pero guarda el que trampea pero guarda el que le miente Porque mi pueblo no es tonto porque mi pueblo es valiente Porque mi pueblo algún día cuando la sangre reviente Habrá de salir cantando con un fusil en la frente Y entonces no habrá más niños durmiendo bajo los puentes Ni obreros, ni campesinos siempre apretando los dientes Porque mi pueblo es de machos! Y nadie me lo desmiente
Y luche, luche, luche, no deje de luchar Y luche, luche, luche, no deje de luchar por un canto de obrero, obrero y popular y luche, luche, luche, no deje de luchar
Mona Lisa Lost Her Smile Composer(s): Johnny Cunningham Performer(s): David Allan Coe
Mona Lisa lost her smile The painter's hands are trembling now And if she's out there running wild It's just because I taught her how The masterpiece that we had planned Is laying shattered on the ground Mona Lisa lost her smile And the painter's hands are trembling now
And the eyes that used to burn for me Now they no longer look my way And the love that used to be Why, it just got lost in yesterday And if she seems cold to the touch Well there used to burn a flame I gave too little, took too much Till I erased the painter's name
Mona Lisa lost her smile The painter's hands are trembling now And if she's out there running wild It's just because I taught her how The masterpiece that we had planned Is laying shattered on the ground Mona Lisa lost her smile And the painter's hands are trembling now
Mona Lisa lost her smile The painter's hands are trembling now And if she's out there running wild It's just because I taught her how The masterpiece that we had planned Is laying shattered on the ground Mona Lisa lost her smile And the painter's hands are trembling now
Gigi Composer(s): Alan Jay Lerner; Frederick Loewe Performer(s): Vic Damone; and various other artists
She's a babe Just a babe Still cavorting in her crib Eating breakfast with a bib With her baby teeth And all her baby curls She's a tot Just a tot Good for bouncing on your knee I am positive that she Doesn't even know that boys aren't girls She's a snip Just a snip Making dreadful baby noise Having fun with all her toys Just a chickadee who needs a mother hen She's a cub, a papoose You could never turn her loose She's too infantile to take her from her pen Of course, that weekend in Trouville In spite of all her youthful zeal She was exceedingly polite And on the whole a sheer delight And if it wasn't joy galore At least not once was she a bore That I recall No, not at all Ah! She's a child A silly child Adolescent to her toes And good heaven how it shows Sticky thumbs are all the fingers she has got She's a child A clumsy child She's as swollen as a grape And she doesn't have a shape Where her figure ought to be It is not! Just a child A growing child That's so backward for her years If a boy her age appears I am certain he will never call again! She's a scamp and a brat Doesn't know where she is at Unequipped and undesirable to men Of course, I must confess That in that brand new little dress She looked surprisingly mature And had a definite allure It was a shock in fact to me The most amazing shock to see The way it clung On one, so young! She's a girl A little girl! Getting older, it is true which is what they always do till that unexpected hour when they blossom like a flower! Oh no (2x) But...but There's sweeter music when she speaks Isn't there? Could I be wrong? Could it be so? Oh where, oh where did Gigi go? Gigi! Am I a fool without a mind Or have I merely been too blind to realise? Oh Gigi! Why you've been growing up before my very eyes Gigi! You're not at all That funny, awkward little girl, I knew Oh no! Over night there's been a breathless change in you Chorus Verse: Oh Gigi! While you were trembling on the brink was I out yonder somewhere blinking at a star? Oh Gigi! Have I been standing up too close or back too far? When did your sparkle turn to fire? And your warmth become desire? Oh what miracle has made you the way you are? Gigi! (3x) Oh no! I was mad not to have seen the change in you Oh Gigi! Repeat Chorus Verse
Luces En El Mar Composer(s): Miguel Mateos Performer(s): Zas
Con el viento al lado mío luces en el mar como quisiera volar hasta las luces en el mar ¿De dónde vendrán? No hay voces ni sonidos pero hay respuestas
Ahora que dudamos (Luces en el mar) Si somos ameba o Dios (Luces en el mar) hacen falta manos para quitarnos las espinas de los pies Las palabras viejas perdieron su significado Oh! nene
Con el viento al lado mío luces en el mar como quisiera volar hasta las luces en el mar ¿De dónde vendrán? No hay voces ni sonidos pero hay respuestas
Mona Lisa Composer(s): Jay Livingston; Ray Evans Originally performed by: Nat 'King' Cole Covered by various other artists
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa men have named you You're so like the lady with the mystic smile Is it only `cos you're lonely they have blamed you For that Mona Lisa strangeness in your smile Do you smile to tempt a lover Mona Lisa? Or is this your way to hide a broken heart? Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep They just lie there, and they die there Are you warm, are you real Mona Lisa? Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art
Do you smile to tempt a lover Mona Lisa? Or is this your way to hide a broken heart? Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep They just lie there, and they die there Are you warm, are you real Mona Lisa? Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Gidget Composer(s): Fred Karger; Ned Washington Performer(s): James Darren
She acts sorta teenage, just in-between age Looks about four foot three Although she's just small fry, just about so-high Gidget is the one for me
A regular tomboy but dressed for a prom Boy, how cute can one girl be? Although she's not king size, her finger is ring-size Gidget is the one for me
If she says she loves you You can bet your boots she loves you If she says she hates you That can also mean she loves you
It very well may be she's just a baby speaking romantically If that's a bad feature, I'll be the teacher Gidget is the one for me
She's not much on glamour And she should improve her grammar Still I sigh and stammer And my heart beats like a little ole hammer
Strictly from Dixie, face like a pixie Shorter than girls should be The rest of the shipment standard equipment Just a doll in dungarees But Gidget is the one for me
Giddy-Up-Go Composer(s): Tommy Hill; Red Sovine Performer(s): Red Sovine; and various other artists
The highways that wind and wander Over mountains and valleys, deserts and plains I guess I've drove about all of them Because for the past 25 years the cab of a truck has been my home And it'd be kind of hard for me to settle down and not be on the go
Why, I remember the first truck I drove I was so proud I could hardly wait to get home and show my wife and little boy And my little boy was so excited, like when he saw his first snow He wasn't old enough to say too many words He just kept hollering, "Giddy up, go, Daddy! Giddy up, go!" So that's what I named the old truck: Giddy Up, Go
Oh, things wasn't too bad Of course, I was gone a lot And after about six years, I got home one day And found my wife and little boy gone I couldn't find out what happened Nobody seemed to know So from that day on it's been me and old Giddy Up, Go
I've made a lot of friends at all the truck stops And some of them would kid me about my little sign Of course, they knew where I got the name Because I'd told them about that little boy of mine And how his first word about the truck was "Giddy Up, Go!"
Today I was barreling down old 66 When up beside me pulled a brand-new diesel rig Both stacks blowing black coal And as he pulled around and back in front of me A big lump came in my throat And my eyes watered like I had a bad old cold A little sign on the back of the truck that read Giddy Up, Go
Well, I pushed old Giddy Up and stayed right on him Until the next truck stop where he'd pulled up I waited until he went in and offered to buy him a cup Well, we got to talking shop and I said "How did you come by the name on your truck, Giddy Up, Go?" "Well," he said, "I got it from my pop"
"Dad used to drive a truck That's what Mom talked about a lot You see, I lost Mom when I was just past sixteen And I lost all track of Pop Mama said he got the name from me" I shook his hand and told him that I had something I wanted him to see
I took him out to the old truck nd brushed off some of the dirt so the name would show And his eyes got big and bright as he read Giddy Up, Go Oh, we had a lot of things to talk about And, buddy, I felt like a king And now we've just pulled back on old 66 And he handled that rig better than any gear-jammer that I'd ever seen
Well, now the lines on the highway have got a much brighter glow As we go roaring down the road And we stare at that little sign that reads Giddy Up, Go
Lucas Composer(s): Chris Michaelessi - Lana Sebastian - Paul Sebastian Performer(s): Dalida
Les grands magasins vont fermer Il se fait tard il faut rentrer Donne-moi la main pour traverser Lucas T'es drôle avec tous tes paquets Le p'tit Snoopy, le gros Mickey Ils sont deux fois plus hauts que toi Lucas
Et qu'est-ce qu'il fait beau en Provence De vivre ici t'as de la chance C'est comme si j'étais en vacances Lucas Puis mon Dieu comme tu lui ressembles Rien qu'à vous regarder ensemble J'ai le cur qu'à moins de 20 ans
Tu dors déjà dans le taxi Tu fais des rêves d'un paradis Où moi je n'y vais plus jamais Lucas Ton père et moi il y a longtemps On s'est aimés passionnément Je l'ai quitté pour une chanson
Sinon tout va bien Un peu de fumée dans les yeux, c'est rien Le passé qui m'bouscule un peu, c'est rien Ce soir j'ai la tête qui délire et je me fais des souvenirs Enfin, pour quand j'aurai besoin de rire, demain Petit garçon deviendra grand, soudain Ne jouera plus au cerf-volant
Tu m'admires tant et puis tu m'aimes Dans toute ta chambre mes photos traînent Comme celle d'une star de cinéma Lucas Si tu savais combien de fois J'ai voulu échanger tout ça Contre un été seule avec toi Lucas
Tu remplacerais tous les bravos Quand le soir tombe le rideau Que je ne suis plus qu'une femme seule Lucas De te serrer contre mon cur Avec tes rires avec tes pleurs Etre ta mère pour quelques heures
Sinon tout va bien Un peu de fumée dans les yeux, c'est rien Le passé qui m'bouscule un peu, c'est rien Ce soir j'ai la tête qui délire et je me fais des souvenirs Enfin, pour quand j'aurai besoin de rire, demain Petit garçon deviendra grand, soudain Ne jouera plus au cerf-volant
Le taxi vient de s'arrêter Il faudra bien te réveiller C'est pas facile de te quitter Lucas Ta mère nous fait signe de la main Va, elle t'attend dans le jardin Et moi je reprends mon chemin
