Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Luna Rossa Composer(s): V. De Crescenzo - Nino Rota - A. Vian Performer(s): Caetano Veloso
Vaco distrattamente abbandunato ... Ll'uocchie sott''o cappiello annascunnute mane 'int''a sacca e bávero aizato ... Vaco siscanno ê stelle ca só' asciute ...
Fischio ...
E 'a luna rossa mme parla 'e te Io lle domando si aspiette a me e mme risponne: "Si 'o vvuó' sapé ccá nun ce sta nisciuna ..." E i' chiammo 'o nomme pe' te vedé ma, tutt''a gente ca parla 'e te risponne: "E' tarde che vuó' sapé?! Ccá nun ce sta nisciuna! ..."
Luna rossa chi mme sarrá sincera? Luna rossa se n'è ghiuta ll'ata sera senza mme vedé ...
E io dico ancora ch'aspetta a me for''o barcone stanott'ê ttre e prega 'e Sante pe' mme vedé ... Ma nun ce sta nisciuna ...
Mille e cchiù appuntamente aggio tenuto ... Tante e cchiù sigarette aggio appicciato ... Tanta tazze 'e café mme só' bevuto ... Mille vucchelle amare aggio vasato ...
Moon Over Bourbon Street Composer(s): Sting Performer(s): Sting and various other artists
There's a moon over Bourbon Street tonight I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight I've no choice but to follow that call The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all I pray everyday to be strong For I know what I do must be wrong Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet While there's a moon over Bourbon Street
It was many years ago that I became what I am I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb Now I can never show my face at noon And you'll only see me walking by the light of the moon The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast I've the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet While there's a moon over Bourbon Street
She walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans She's innocent and young from a family of means I have stood many times outside her window at night To struggle with my instinct in the pale moonlight How could I be this way when I pray to god above I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet While there's a moon over Bourbon Street
Luna Park Composer(s): Louis Gasté - Jean Guigo Performer(s): Yves Montand
Dans mon usine de Puteaux On peut dire qu' j' ai le fin boulot Ça f' sait bien trois cent soixante cinq jours de long Que j' vissais toujours le même sacré petIt boulon Mais celà ne m' empêche pas de chanter Hidlele hidlele hideledele Dès que j' ai ma petite heure de liberté Hidlele hidlele hideledele Je vais tout droit à Luna Park Dans le jour cru des lampes à arcs Sur la chenille Je vois des filles Je vois les filles et leurs dessous En soie en fil ou en pilou Et le pick-up chante comme moi HidIele hidlele hideledele hey! Hidlele hidlele hideledele Le travail c' est ahurissant Pour le corps c' est bien salissant Quand je touche ma paye vers la fin du mois Je sais qu' à Puteaux y' a des gars plus riches que moi Mais celà ne m' empêche pas de chanter Hidlele hidlele hideledele Luna-Park est ma réserve de gaité Hidlete hidlele hideledele À tous les stands je suis salué Des patrons et des habitués Garçons et filles C' est ma famille Partout ailleurs je n' suis rien À Luna Park je suis quelqu' un Vive Luna Park et vive la joie Feledlele delele fleptogo
Moon On My Pillow Composer(s): Charlie Tobias; Elliott Tobias; Henry Tobias Performer(s): Doris Day; Frankie Carle
Moon on my pillow tonight Somewhere you'll see the one I'm dreaming of Moon on my pillow tonight Kiss him for me and give him my love Tell him here's a prayer that's in my heart May heaven keep him well while we're apart Oh moon on my pillow tonight Watch over him till we're together again
Now You Want To Be Loved
((French Version: Des Ronds Dans L'eau (Françoise Hardy))
Composer(s): Pierre Barouh - Raymond Le Sénéchal - Sonny Miller
Performer(s): Liesbeth List
Now you want to be loved yet you want to be free Your world is full of dreams of what you hoped would be
You would never be lost and where love was concerned your rivers would be crossed and bridges could be burned
It was great to be free all the world to explore and you would hold the key to open any door
Now you want to be loved theres no peace in your mind for suddenly you grow and suddenly you find that the world is not a dream and this you have to learn a very precious love is something you must earn
Is your heart still as sure as it was in your dream? Are you thoughts still as pure and not what they may seem?
Were you always the same taking others for fools? Are you playing a game and making up the rules?
Do you cherish your love or regret with a sigh? Will you laugh at the world as each day passes by?
Now you want to be loved yet you want to be free but love is not a game this can never be
Youre sincere you believe to yourself you are true but what can you achieve when miracles are few?
Comes a time you awake to the way you must live for those who love to take sometimes have got to give
If you want to be loved you can never be free so face up to the truth and someday you may see if you open your heart and your heart can be true as you want to be loved your love will come to you
Moon Love Composer(s): André Kostelanetz; Mack David; Mack Davis Performer(s): Al Donohue
Will this be moon love Nothing but moon love Will you be gone when the dawn comes stealing through? Are these just moon dreams Grand while the moon beams But when the moon fades away Will my dreams come true? Much as I love you Don't let me love you If it must pay for your kiss with lonely tears Say it's not moon love Tell me it's true love Say you'll be mine When the moon disappears
Luna De Otoño Composer(s): Miguel Gallardo Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo
Luna de otoño, dulce mirada dime que escondes, tras esa sonrisa vacía y callada Quizá una pena, que hirió tu alma por eso vuelas, perdida en la noche queriendo olvidarla A través de ti, descubro mi vida también llevo escrita una pena en el corazón a través de ti, me acuerdo de ella por eso regreso en las noches buscando su amor A través de ti Porque andas triste, luna de plata si las estrellas, perfuman la noche como rosas blancas Quiero decirte, adiós para siempre porque cansado, me marcho a otra parte detrás de otra suerte A través de ti, descubro mi vida también llevo escrita una pena en el corazón a través de ti, me acuerdo de ella por eso regreso en las noches buscando su amor Pero hoy me voy Pero hoy me voy Pero hoy me voy
Moon Country Composer(s): Johnny Mercer; Hoagy Carmichael Performer(s): Hoagy Carmichael and various other artists
I long for that moon country That possum and coon country That sycamore heaven back south Ill lose my mind till I get there I long for that old country That good for the soul country With folk cooking things that melt in your mouth Mm-mm when my cousin Cindy Lou Plays a twilight hymn to you She makes that old piano Sound exactly like brand new I long for that moon country Thats where I should be cause that old moon country is home to me
Luna Caprese ((French/Italian Version: Luna Caprese (Dalida)) Composer(s): Cesare Augusto - Enrico Ricciard Performer(s): Peppino Di Capri and multiple other artists
Sò accumparute 'e stelle a primma sera Tutta tragara luce 'mmiezo 'o mare 'Na fascia argiento sotto e faragliune E nu'mistero int a 'sta notte chiara Notte 'e silenzio e io mo'chiesta canzone Canta 'vulesse a chi m'ha affaturato
Tu, luna luna tu, luna caprese Ca faie sunna' l'amore 'e nnammurate Adduorme a nenna mia ca sta scetata E falla 'nnamura'pe na bucia Tu, luna luna tu, luna buciarda Famme passa'sti pene 'e gelusia E fa ca nena fosse tutta 'a mia Tu, luna luna tu, luna caprese
E fa ca nenna fosse tutta 'a mia Tu, luna luna tu, luna caprese
Ohie'cu me cantate 'sta canzone Vuie ca sufrite 'e pene dell 'ammore Capri ve po' ncanta'cu na parola
Moon Above Malaya Composer(s): Jimmy Kennedy; John Turner Performer(s): Eve Boswell and various other artists
Moon above Malaya Shine down on my sweetheart Sing song girl of the eastern star Down in a town by a native bazaar She's all that I adore From here to Singapore
Soon she'll hear me calling From my drifting sampan Then we'll dream in a bamboo hut No one to care if I'm kissing her But the moon above Malaya
Soon she'll hear me calling From my drifting sampan Then we'll dream in a bamboo hut No one to care if I'm kissing her But the moon above Malaya
Luna Caprese ((Italian Version: Luna Caprese (Peppino Di Capri)) Composer(s): Cesare Augusto - Enrico Ricciard - G. Gosset - J. Grelbin Performer(s): Dalida
Ohé cumme cantate 'sta canzone Vuie ça suffrite 'e pene de l'amore Capri ve po 'ncantà cu 'na parola
Tu luna luna tu luna caprese Tous les amants d'un soir toujours se plaisent Ces jours des amoureux prennent en vacances Chantent sous les étoiles une romance Berçés par les accents de la guitare C'est avec un regard que se déclare Son fou désir d'aimer son impatience Les plus tendres aveux sont des silences
Luna caprese fa innamorare Pierre du temps passé vieille dentelle Témoin de tout l'amour des curs fidèles Tu luna luna tu luna caprese Résonne dans tes murs toujours le même Sous la luna caprese en Italie Avec toi je voudrais finir ma vie
Ohé, comme cantate 'sta canzone Vuie ça suffrite 'e pene de l'amore Capri ve po 'ncantà cu 'na parola
Moon Composer(s): Michael Caleo; Jack Miles Performer(s): Sam Browne
Moon, tell me about my love Tell me, Oh Moon, who is she thinking of Does she belong to me Or is she fancy free While you are gleaming, beaming, oh let me know
Moon, are we to be apart Tell me, Oh Moon, has she another heart Though it would hurt me so Still I would like to know Oh Moon, Oh Moon
Luna Composer(s): Tom Petty Performer(s): Tom Petty
White light cut a scar in the sky Thin line of silver The night was all clouded with dreams Wind made me shiver Black and yellow pools of light Outside my window Luna come to me tonight I am a prisoner Luna glide down from the moon
The clouds are all silver and black Floating around me Luna come into my eyes Luna surround me With black and yellow pools of light Fall by my window Luna come to me tonight I am a prisoner Luna glide down from the moon
The clouds are all silver and black Floating around me Luna come into my eyes Luna surround me With black and yellow pools of light Fall by my window Luna come to me tonight I am a prisoner Luna glide down from the moon
Moody's Mood For Love Composer(s): Dorothy Fields; Jimmy McHugh; James Moody Performer(s): King Pleasure
(He:) There I go, there I go, there I go There I go.. Pretty baby, you are the soul who snaps my control Such a funny thing but every time youre near me I never can behave You give me a smile and then Im wrapped up in your magic Theres music all around me, crazy music Music that keeps calling me so very close to you Turns me your slave Come and do with me any little thing you want to Anything baby, just let me get next to you Am I insane or do I really see heaven in your eyes? Bright as stars that shine up above you in the clear blue skies How I worry about you Just cant live my life without you Baby come here, dont have no fear Oh, is there a wonder why Im really feeling in the mood for love? So tell me why stop to think About this weather, my dear? This little dream might fade away There I go talking out of my head again, oh baby Wont you come and put our two hearts together? That would make me strong and brave Oh when we are one, Im not afraid, Im not afraid If theres a cloud up above us Go on and let it rain Im sure our love together will endure a hurricane Oh my baby Wont you please let me love you And give a relief from this awful misery?
(She:) What is all this talk about loving me, my sweet? I am not afraid, not anymore, not like before Cant you understand me? Now baby, please pull yourself together, do it soon My souls on fire, come on and take me Ill be what you make me, my darling, my sweet
(He:) Oh baby, you make me feel so good Let me take you by the hand Come let us visit out there In that new promised land Maybe there we can find A good place to use a loving state of mind Im so tired of being without And never knowing what loves about... James Moody, you can come on in man And you can blow now if you want to
L'un Vers L'autre Composer(s): Alain Boublil - Claude-Michel Schönberg
Éponine Deux anges qui se découvrent n'ont rien à expliquer deux âmes qui se retrouvent ont tout dit sans parler j'ai souvent rêvé dans les bras de Marius d'être à sa place devant ce bonheur d'un autre monde la jalousie s'efface
Ils marchaient sans savoir l'un vers l'autre comme la chance quand elle cherche le hasard deux enfants mis au monde l'un par l'autre pour jouer les héros d'une histoire
Ils descendent des nuages rayonnants de mystère pour faire un long voyage d'amour sur cette terre
À peine se sont-ils vus qu'ils se sont reconnus avant de se connaître
Le bonheur leur va bien l'un à l'autre un aveugle en son cur pourrait le voir le bonheur ça fait mal chez les autres quand on n'a pas de rôle dans l'histoire
Mais dans une pièce a deux les autres n'ont pas d'réplique ils sont dans le public
Ils marchaient sans savoir l'un vers l'autre et la chance a trouvé le hasard on n'peut plus les aimer l'un sans l'autre sans trahir la morale de l'histoire
Moody River Composer(s): Gary D. Bruce Originally performed by: Chase Webster Covered by various other artists
(Moody river, moody river)
Moody river, more deadly than the vainest knife Moody river, your muddy water took my baby's life
Last Saturday evenin' came to the old oak tree It stands beside the river where you were to meet me On the ground your glove I found With a note addressed to me It read "Dear love, I've done you wrong" "Now I must set you free" "No longer can I live with this hurt and this sin" "I just couldn't tell you that guy was just a friend"
Moody river, more deadly than the vainest knife Moody river, your muddy water took my baby's life
I looked into the muddy water and what could I see? I saw a lonely, lonely face just lookin' back at me Tears in his eyes and a prayer on his lips And the glove of his lost love at his fingertips
Moody river, more deadly than the vainest knife Moody river, your muddy water took my baby's life
L'un D'entre Eux Inventa La Mort
Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë - Gilbert Bécaud
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud
Il y a des millions d'années
Il y a des millions d'années
Quand le diable n'était pas né
Quand le diable n'était pas né
Tous les hommes étaient immortels
Mais l'un d'entre eux, qui était plus fort
L'un d'entre eux inventa la mort
Ce fut une révolution
Jusque-là, les filles étaient belles
On ne se battait pas pour elles
On ne se battait pas pour elles
Jusque-là, les hommes étaient forts
Mais l'un d'entre eux qui était plus fort
L'un d'entre eux inventa la mort
Et l'on vit les cheveux blanchir
Et l'on vit les dos se courber
Et l'on vit la vie s'envoler
Et l'on vit la vie s'envoler
Des curs, des âmes et des corps
Mais l'un d'entre eux qui était plus fort
L'un d'entre eux inventa la mort
Alors lui, le petit malin
Devint le Dieu, le souverain
Il régnait comme un vrai tyran
Il régnait comme un vrai tyran
Sur la pluie et sur le beau temps
Sur la pluie et sur le vent du Nord
Il avait inventé la mort
Il avait inventé la mort
Il avait inventé l'enfer
Les voleurs et les assassins
La pneumonie et le cancer
La pneumonie et le cancer
La guerre et les conquistadors
Il était vraiment le plus fort
Il avait inventé la mort
Il avait inventé la mort
Il restait quand même l'amour
Pour les hommes, c'était l'opium
Ils s'aimaient tant qu'ils le pouvaient
Ils s'aimaient tant qu'ils le pouvaient
Puis un jour ils se détestaient
Et l'amour devenait la mort
Et l'amour devenait la mort
Ils mouraient de n'importe quoi
De misère, d'un bobo au doigt
En marchant, volant ou nageant
En marchant, volant ou nageant
Dans un lit, dans un guet-apens
Ils étaient condamnés à mort
Ils étaient condamnés à mort
Pour se concilier les faveurs
De l'impitoyable seigneur
On brûla quelques inventeurs
On brûla quelques inventeurs
Des poètes et que sais-je encore
Mais la mort demeurait la mort
Mais la mort demeurait la mort
De l'encens, des cierges et des fleurs
Pour fair' plaisir à leur Seigneur
Pour fair' plaisir à leur Seigneur
Des Credo, des Confiteor
Des Pater et que sais-je encore
Mais la mort demeurait la mort
Mais la mort demeurait la mort
Alors les hommes se sont dit
"Que peut-on attendre de lui?
"Que peut-on attendre de lui?
Il faudra travailler longtemps
Il faudra travailler longtemps
Peut-être pendant cent mille ans
Peut-être plus longtemps encore"
Peut-être plus longtemps encore"
Alors les hommes
Ont pris un cur qui ne battait plus
Et puis
Lui ont redonné la vie que l'on croyait perdue
Les hommes
Ont visité les planètes une à une
D'abord
La vieille Lune et Mars et Jupiter et Neptune
Les hommes
Se sont envolés droit vers les étoiles
Et puis
Sont revenus tout raconter dans leurs cathédrales
Les hommes
Après avoir longtemps, longtemps cherché
Enfin
Ont découvert le secret de
L'immortalité
Fous de joie d'avoir découvert
Le grand secret de l'Univers
Ils ont mis leurs plus beaux habits
Ils ont mis leurs plus beaux habits
Et sont partis vers celui qui
Et sont partis vers celui qui
Leur avait inventé la mort
Leur avait inventé la mort
Ils avaient vraiment bonne mine
Là-haut dans leurs super machines
Mais en arrivant au Palais
Mais en arrivant au Palais
Ils avaient les mains qui tremblaient
Et le cur qui battait très fort
Et le cur qui battait très fort
Une grande porte s'ouvrit
Et puis d'autres à l'infini
Ils suivirent de longs couloirs
Ils suivirent de longs couloirs
Un huissier en costume noir
Leur dit: "Messieurs vous venez tard, vous venez tard
Depuis ce matin à l'aurore
Depuis ce matin à l'aurore
Dieu est mort"
Dieu est mort"
Lumberjack Song Composer(s): Terry Jones - Michael Palin - Fred Tomlinson Performer(s): Monty Python
Barber: I wanted to be ... a lumberjack!
Leaping from tree to tree, as they float down the mighty rivers of British Columbia The Giant Redwood The Larch The Fir! The mighty Scots Pine! The lofty flowering Cherry! The plucky little Apsen! The limping Roo tree of Nigeria The towering Wattle of Aldershot! The Maidenhead Weeping Water Plant! The naughty Leicestershire Flashing Oak! The flatulent Elm of West Ruislip! The Quercus Maximus Bamber Gascoigni! The Epigillus! The Barter Hughius Greenus!
With my best buddy by my side, we'd sing! Sing! Sing!
I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay I sleep all night and I work all day
Mounties: He's a lumberjack, and he's okay He sleeps all night and he works all day
Barber: I cut down trees I eat my lunch I go to the lavatory. On Wednesdays I go shoppin' And have buttered scones for tea
Mounties: He cuts down trees He eats his lunch He goes to the lavatory On Wednesdays he goes shopping And has buttered scones for tea
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay He sleeps all night and he works all day
Barber: I cut down trees. I skip and jump I like to press wild flowers I put on women's clothing And hang around in bars
Mounties: He cuts down trees He skips and jumps He likes to press wild flowers He puts on women's clothing And hangs around in bars?!
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay He sleeps all night and he works all day
Barber: I cut down trees I wear high heels Suspendies, and a bra I wish I'd been a girlie Just like my dear Papa
Mounties: He cuts down trees He wears high heels Suspendies, and a bra?!
What's this? Wants to be a girlie?! Oh, My! And I thought you were so rugged! Poofter! ...
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay He sleeps all night and he works all day
He's a lumberjack, and he's okaaaaay He sleeps all night and he works all day
