Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Monterey Composer(s): Larry Beckett; Tim Buckley Performer(s): Tim Buckley
Under a loop of stars in the vulgar cold The dead airport lay By the pebbles of the highway Through the snail clouds You soared to your lover I hurried away my darling With a howl in my throat
Hiding inside the weeds In the orange grove The black rooster crowed Through the hollow of the midnight
With my shot blood With stains on my fingers I run with the damned, my darling They have taught me to laugh
Monterey Composer(s): Vic Briggs; Eric Burdon; Barry Jenkins; Danny McCulloch Originally performed by: Eric Burdon & The Animals
The people came and listened Some of them came and played Others gave flowers away, yes they did Down in Monterey Down in Monterey
Young Gods smiled upon the crowd Their music being born of love Children danced night and day Religion was being born Down in Monterey
The birds and the airplane did fly Oh, Ravi Shankars music made me cry The Who exploded into fire and light Hugh Masakela's music was black as night The Grateful Dead blew everybodies mind Jimi Hendrix baby,believe me, set the world on fire, yeah His Majesty, Prince Jones, smiled as he moved among the crowd Ten thousand electric guitars were grooving real loud, yeah
You want to find the truth in life Don't pass music by and you know I would not lie, no I would not lie No, I would not lie Down in Monterey
Three days of understanding of moving with one another Even the cops grooved with us Do you believe me, yeah? Down in Monterey
I think that maybe I'm dreaming Monterey Down in monterey Did you hear what I said?
Categorie:Eng. Songs Tags:Eric Burdon & The Animals
The Last Waltz Composer(s): Barry Mason - Les Reed First release by: Engelbert Humperdinck - 1967 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1967 - L'ultimo Valzer (Dalida) 1967 - Den Sidste Vals (Grethe Sønck)
I wondered should I go or should I stay The band had only one more song to play And then I saw you out the corner of my eyes A little girl alone and so shy I had the last waltz with you Two lonely people together I fell in love with you The last waltz should last forever But the love we had was goin' strong Through the good and bad we'd get along And then the flame of love died in your eye My heart was broke in two when you said goodbye I had the last waltz with you Two lonely people together I fell in love with you The last waltz should last forever It's all over now Nothing left to say Just my tears and the orchestra playing La la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la I had the last waltz with you Two lonely people together I fell in love with you The last waltz should last forever La la la la la la la la la la
Montélimar Composer(s): Georges Brassens Performer(s): Georges Brassens
Avec leurs gniards Mignons mignards Leur beau matou Leur gros toutou Les pharisiens Les béotiens Les aoûtiens Dans leur auto Roulent presto Tombeau ouvert Descendant vers La grande mare En passant par Montélimar
Dites d'urgence À ces engeances De malheur Et à leurs Gniards Que chiens, chats N'aiment Pas l'nougat Même Même celui D'Montélimar
Hélas bientôt Le mal d'auto Va déranger Les passagers Le beau matou Le gros toutou Pas fiers du tout - Ça fait frémir - S'en vont vomir Et même pis Sur les tapis Et les coussins A beaux dessins C'est très malsain
C'est très fâcheux C'est plus du jeu Et cetera Et alors à Montélimar On en a marre Du cauchemar Boutant presto Hors de l'auto Le beau matou Le gros toutou Ces handicaps Sur Digne, Gap On met le cap
Alors tous ces Petits poucets Ces beaux matous Ces gros toutous En ribambelle Ont sans appel Droit au scalpel Les aoûtiens Les béotiens Qui font ça n'ont Pas d'âme, non Que leur auto Bute presto Contre un poteau!
L'ultimo Romantico Composer(s): Vito Pallavicini - Pino Donaggio Performer(s): Pino Donaggio; Lara Saint Paul
Lultimo Sono io lultimo romantico Sono io quello che ti può Donare un fiore E capire da questo Dallespressione del viso Dal tremore di una mano Se mi ami ...
Lultimo Lultimo romantico di un mondo Che si può commuovere Guardando due colombi Baciarsi su una piazza Incuranti della gente E li può calpestare per la fretta darrivare
Perché ... se una rosa è una rosa Da quando cè il mondo
Io devo cambiare ... Perché.. se il mare e il cielo, il sole e il vento Non cambiano mai ... Perché ...
se lamore è lamore Da quando cè il mondo Io devo cambiare ...
Perché ... ci son già tante cose Che stanno cambiando Lamore non può ...
Lultimo Lultimo romantico di un mondo Che si può commuovere Guardando due ragazzi Baciarsi su una piazza Incuranti della gente Come facciamo adesso Come facciamo noi due
Montego Bay Composer(s): Jeff Barry; Bobby Bloom Originally performed by: Bobby Bloom
Vernon'll meet me when the Boac lands Keys to the MG will be in his hands Adjust to the driving 'n' I'm on my way It's all on the right side in Montego Bay Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Come sing me La Come sing me Montego Bay Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
'N' Gillian'll meet me like a brother would I think I remember but it's twice as good Like how cool the rum is from his silver tray I thirst to be thirsty in Montego Bay Sing out; oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Come sing me La Come sing me Montego Bay Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'll lay on a lilo till I'm lobster red I still feel the motion here at home in bed I tell you it's hard for me to stay away You ain't been 'till you been high in Montego Bay Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Come sing me La Come sing me Montego Bay Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
L'ultima Occasione Composer(s): Jimmy Fontana - Tony Del Monaco First release by: Mina - 1965 Covered by multiple other artists
Uno come te io non lo troverò mai più uno come te ma non posso più Chiederti tempo per cambiar perché sarebbe inutile, sarebbe solo per pietà ed io non voglio più pretendere le cose che non merito da te E perderò così anche quest'ultima occasione che mi dai
e sarà tardi quando cercherò di te Ma non posso più chiederti tempo per cambiar perché sarebbe inutile sarebbe solo per pietà ed io non voglio più pretendere la cose che non merito da te E perderò così anche quest'ultima occasione che mi dai
Montana Composer(s): Frank Zappa Performer(s): Frank Zappa & The Mothers
I might be movin' to Montana soon Just to raise me up a crop of Dental Floss
Raisin' it up Waxen it down In a little white box That I can sell uptown
By myself I wouldn't Have no boss, But I'd be raisin' my lonely Dental Floss
Raisin' my lonely Dental Floss
Well I just might grow me some bees But I'd leave the sweet stuff To somebody else . . . but then, on the other hand I would
Keep the wax 'N melt it down Pluck some Floss 'N swish it aroun'
I'd have me a crop An' it'd be on top (that's why I'm movin' to Montana)
Movin' to Montana soon Gonna be a Dental Floss tycoon (yes I am) Movin' to Montana soon Gonna be a mennil-toss flykune
I'm pluckin' the ol' Dennil Floss That's growin' on the prairie Pluckin' the floss! I plucked all day an' all nite an' all Afternoon . . .
I'm ridin' a small tiny hoss (His name is Mighty Little) He's a good hoss Even though He's a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or Blanket on anyway He's a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or Blanket on anyway Any way
I'm pluckin' the ol' Dennil Floss Even if you think it is a little silly, folks I don't care if you think it's silly, folks I don't care if you think it's silly, folks
I'm gonna find me a horse Just about this big, An' ride him all along the border line
With a Pair of heavy-duty Zircon-encrusted tweezers in my hand Every other wrangler would say I was mighty grand
By myself I wouldn't Have no boss, But I'd be raisin' my lonely Dental Floss
Raisin' my lonely Dental Floss Raisin' my lonely Dental Floss
Well I might Ride along the border With my tweezers gleamin' In the moon-lighty night
And then I'd Get a cuppa cawfee 'N give my foot a push . . . Just me 'n the pygmy pony Over by the Dennil Floss Bush
'N then I might just Jump back on An' ride Like a cowboy Into the dawn to Montana
Movin' to Montana soon (Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay) Movin' to Montana soon (Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay) Movin' to Montana soon (Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay) Movin' to Montana soon (Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)....
Lullaby To A Little Jitterbug Composer(s): Sammy Cahn - Saul Chaplin Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters
Do-do-do, do-do-do-do Little jitterbug dont cry Youll be swingin by and by You are just a tiny tot And until youve grown a lot Your rattle will have to do
Little jitterbug go slow Youll be rockin fore you know Daddy wont be home til dawn When he left, he took his horn Someday you will have one too
If youre like your Pa, Sonny, youll go far My youll look grand Leadin a band Foolish it may be But this dreams on me And its for you Make it come true
Little jitterbug its dawn Why dream a dream of Daddys horn If youre good and go to sleep He will give you one to keep Little jitterbug go sleep
Sonny, go to sleep Swing will always keep When youre of age Youll top the page Listen to your Ma Cos she taught your Pa His swing is true Yours will be too
Little jitterbug its dawn, ah-ha-ha Dream a dream of Daddys horn If youre good and go to sleep He will give you one to keep Little jitterbug, go sleep Little jitterbug, go sleep
For many a year, from the land I hold dear I've wandered unhappy, alone and now at the end, I haven't a friend and never a place to call home but often I see, in dreams dear to me that long ago land that I knew the Queen of the earth, the land of my birth Montana, Montana, it's you
I try to recall and to picture it all the wonders I knew as a child the sweep of the plain, the gold of the grain the ridges brush tangled and wild and oft times I try to understand why I bartered the old for the new a prodigal son, my wandering done Montana, I'm coming to you
Oh I long, how I long for Montana and the sweet scent of pine in the air where the lark every evening sings melodies rare to the sage brush and sweet prickly pear Oh I long, how I long for Montana when the sinking sun sets all aglow in the heart of the Rockies, the land of my dreams it is there that my heart longs to go
Lullaby Of The Leaves Composer(s): Bernice Petkere - Joe Young Performer(s): Ina Hayward and multiple other artists
Rustling of the leaves used to be my lullaby In the sunny South when I was a tot so high And now that I have grown And myself alone
Cradle me where Southern skies Can watch me with a million eyes Sing me to sleep Lullaby of the leaves
Cover me with heaven's blue And let me dream a dream or two Sing me to sleep Lullaby of the leaves
I'm breezing along, along with the breeze I'm hearing a song, a song thru the trees Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh That fine melody caressing the shore Familiar to me, I've heard it before Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, that's Southland
Don't I feel it in my soul And don't I know I've reached my goal Sing me to sleep Lullaby of the Leaves
Montagne Verdi Composer(s): Gianni Bella; A. Bella; Giampiero Bigazzi Performer(s): Marcella Bella
Mi ricordo montagne verdi e le corse di una bambina con l'amico mio più sincero un coniglio dal muso nero Poi un giorno mi prese il treno l'erba il prato e quello che era mio scomparivano piano piano e piangendo parlai con Dio Quante volte ho cercato il sole quante volte ho mangiato sale la città aveva mille sguardi io sognavo montagne verdi Il mio destino è di stare accanto a te con te vicino più paura non avrò e un po' bambina tornerò Mi ricordo montagne verdi quella sera negli occhi tuoi quando hai detto s'è fatto tardi t'accompagno se tu lo vuoi Quella nebbia le tue parole la tua storia è la mia storia poi nel buio senza parlare ho dormito con te sul cuore Io ti amo mio grande amore io ti amo mio primo amore quante volte ho cercato il sole quante volte ho cercato il sole la la la... Il mio destino è di stare accanto a te con te vicino più paura non avrò e un po' più donna io sarò Montagne verdi nei tuoi occhi rivedrò
Lullaby Of Love ((French & German Versions: Parle-Moi (Nana Mouskouri); Guten Abend, Gut' Nacht (Nana Mouskouri)) Composer(s): Johannes Brahms - L. Butler - B. Sherrill Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri
Hear the breeze, in the trees Hear the birds, softly singing And the song that they sing Is our lullabye of love
Hear the breeze' sweet refrain Every raindrop is singing And the song that they sing Is a lullabye of love
Forever, and 'ever Our love will be true Forever, and 'ever I'll always love you
Every beat of my heart Says "I love you, I love you, I love you" And the song in my heart Is a lullabye of love
Forever, and 'ever Our love will be true Forever, and 'ever I'll always love you
Forever, and 'ever Our love will be true Forever, and 'ever I'll always love you
Monster Mash Composer(s): Leonard Capizzi; Bobby "Boris" Pickett Originally performed by: Bobby "Boris" Pickett
I was working in the lab late one night When my eyes beheld an eerie sight For my monster, from his slab began to rise And suddenly, to my surprise he did the mash He did the monster mash the monster mash it was a graveyard smash he did the mash it caught on in a flash he did the mash He did the monster mash
From my laboratory in the castle east To the master bedroom where the vampires feast The ghouls all came from their humble abode To get a jolt from my electrode
They did the mash They did the monster mash the monster mash It was a graveyard smash they did the mash It caught on in a flash they did the mash They did the monster mash
The zombies were having fun the party had just begun The guests included Wolfman Dracula and his son
The scene was rocking, all were digging the sound Igor on chains backed by his baying hounds The Coffin Baggers were about to arrive With their vocal group, The Cryptkicker Five
They played the mash They played the monster mash the monster the mash It was a graveyard smash they played the mash It caught on in a flash they played the mash They played the monster mash
Out from his coffin, Drac's voice did ring Seems he was troubled by just one thing Opened the lid and shook his fist, and said "Whatever happened to my Transylvania Twist?"
It's now the mash It's now the monster mash the monster mash And it's a graveyard smash it's now the mash It caught on in a flash it's now the mash It's now the monster mash
Now everything's cool Drac's a part of the band And my monster mash is the hit of the land For you, the living this mash was meant, too When you get to my door tell them Boris sent you
Then you can mash Then you can monster mash the monster mash And do my graveyard smash then you can mash You'll catch on in a flash then you can mash Then you can monster mash
Grrrr... mash.... Easy Igor, you impetuous vampire
Lullaby Of Broadway Composer(s): Harry Warren - Al Dubin First performance/First recording by: Wini Shaw - 1935/Hal Kemp & His Orch. - 1935 Covered by multiple other artists
Come on along and listen to, the lullaby of Broadway The hip hooray and ballyhoo, the lullaby of Broadway The rumble of a subway train, the rattle of the taxis The daffydils who entertain, at Angelo's and Maxi's When a Broadway baby says good night, it's early in the morning Manhattan babies don't sleep tight until the dawn
Good night, baby Good night, milkman's on his way Sleep tight, baby Sleep tight, let's call it a day Hey!
Come on along and listen to, the lullaby of Broadway The hi-dee-hi and boop-a-doo, the lullaby of Broadway The band begins to go to town, and everyone goes crazy You rock-a-bye your baby round, 'til everything gets hazy Hush-a-bye I'll buy you this and that, you hear a daddy saying And baby goes home to her flat, to sleep all day
Good night, baby Good night, milkman's on his way Sleep tight, baby Sleep tight Let's call it a day Listen to the lullaby of old Broadway
Monster Composer(s): John Kay; Jerry Edmonton Performer(s): Steppenwolf
Once the religious, the hunted and weary Chasing the promise of freedom and hope Came to this country to build a new vision Far from the reaches of Kingdom and pope
Like good Christians some would burn the witches Later some got slaves to gather riches
But still from near and far to seek America They came by thousands, to court the wild But she just patiently smiled and bore a child To be their spirit and guiding light
And once the ties with the crown had been broken Westward in saddle and wagon it went And till the railroad linked ocean to ocean Many the lives which had come to an end
While we bullied, stole and bought a homeland We began the slaughter of the red man
But still from near and far to seek America They came by thousands to court the wild But she just patiently smiled and bore a child To be their spirit and guiding light
The Blue and Grey they stomped it They kicked it just like a dog And when the war was over They stuffed it just like a hog
And though the past has its share of injustice Kind was the spirit in many a way But its protectors and friends have been sleeping Now it's a monster and will not obey
The spirit was freedom and justice And its keepers seemed generous and kind Its leaders were supposed to serve the country But now they won't pay it no mind 'Cause the people grew fat and got lazy Now their vote is a meaningless joke They babble about law and order But it's all just an echo of what they've been told
Yeah, there's a monster on the loose It's got our heads into the noose And it just sits there watching
The cities have turned into jungles And corruption is strangling the land The police force is watching the people And the people just can't understand We don't know how to mind our own business 'Cause the whole world's got to be just like us Now we are fighting a war over there No matter who's the winner we can't pay the cost
'Cause there's a monster on the loose It's got our heads into the noose And it just sits there watching
America, where are you now Don't you care about your sons and daughters Don't you know we need you now We can't fight alone against the monster
America, where are you now Don't you care about your sons and daughters Don't you know we need you now We can't fight alone against the monster
Marvin ((Adapted from: Patches (Chairmen of the Board) - 1970)) ((French Version: Cash (Eddy Mitchell) - 1971)) Composer(s): Ronald Dunbar - General Johnson - Nando Reis Performer(s): Titãs - 1984
Meu pai não tinha educação Ainda me lembro, era um grande coração Ganhava a vida com muito suor Mas mesmo assim não podia ser pior
Pouco dinheiro pra poder pagar Todas as contas e despesas do lar Mas Deus quis vê-lo no chão Com as mãos levantadas pro céu Implorando perdão
Chorei, meu pai disse: "Boa sorte" Com a mão no meu ombro Em seu leito de morte E disse "Marvin, agora é só você E não vai adiantar Chorar vai me fazer sofrer"
Três dias depois de morrer Meu pai, eu queria saber Mas não botava nem um pé na escola Mamãe lembrava disso a toda hora
Todo dia antes do sol sair Eu trabalhava sem me distrair As vezes acho que não vai dar pé Eu queria fugir, mas onde eu estiver Eu sei muito bem o que ele quis dizer Meu pai, eu me lembro, não me deixa esquecer Ele disse "Marvin, a vida é pra valer Eu fiz o meu melhor E o seu destino eu sei de cor"
E então um dia uma forte chuva veio E acabou com o trabalho de um ano inteiro E aos treze anos de idade eu sentia todo o peso do mundo em minhas costas Eu queria jogar mas perdi a aposta
Trabalhava feito um burro nos campos Só via carne se roubasse um frango Meu pai cuidava de toda a família Sem perceber segui a mesma trilha Toda noite minha mãe orava "Deus, era em nome da fome que eu roubava"
Dez anos passaram, cresceram meus irmãos E os anjos levaram minha mãe pelas mãos Chorei, meu pai disse: "Boa sorte" Com a mão no meu ombro Em seu leito de morte
"Marvin, agora é só você E não vai adiantar Chorar vai me fazer sofrer Marvin, a vida é pra valer Eu fiz o meu melhor E o seu destino eu sei de cor"
Monsieur William Composer(s): Jean-Roger Caussimon; Léo Ferré Performer(s): Léo Ferré
C'était vraiment un employé modèle Monsieur William Toujours exact et toujours plein de zèle Monsieur William Il arriva jusqu'à la quarantaine sans fredaine Sans le moindre petit drame mais un beau soir du mois d'août il faisait si beau il faisait si doux Que Monsieur William s'en alla flâner droit devant lui au hasard et voila! Monsieur William vous manquez de tenue qu'alliez-vous faire dans la treizième avenue Il rencontra une fille bien jeunette Monsieur William Il lui paya un bouquet de violettes Monsieur William Il l'entraîna à l'hôtel de la pègre mais un nègre a voulu prendre la femme Monsieur William.hors de lui, lui a donné des coups de parapluie Oui mais le nègre dans le noir lui a coupé le cou en deux coups de rasoir Eh! William vous manquez de tenue mon vieux! qu'alliez-vous faire dans la treizième avenue Il a senti que c'est irrémédiable Monsieur William Il entendit déjà crier le diable Monsieur William Aux alentours il n'y avait personne qu'un trombone Chantant la peine des âmes un aveugle en gémissant Sans le savoir a marché dans le sang puis dans la nuit a disparu C'était p't'être le destin qui marchait dans les rues Monsieur William vous manquez de tenue! Vous êtes mort dans la treizième avenue
