Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Tarde Em Itapuã Composer(s): Vinícius de Moraes - Toquinho Performer(s): Maria Bethânia; Pepa D'Elia
Um velho calção de banho O dia pra vadiar Um mar que não tem tamanho E um arco-iris no ar Depois na praça Caymmi Sentir preguiça no corpo E numa esteira de vime Beber uma água de côco É bom Passar uma tarde em Itapuã Ao sol que arde em Itapuã Ouvindo o mar de Itapuã Falar de amor em Itapuã Enquanto o mar inaugura Um verde novinho em folha Argumentar com doçura Com uma cachaça de rolha E com olhar esquecido No encontro de céu e mar Bem de vagar ir sentindo A terra toda a rodar É bom Passar uma tarde em Itapuã Ao sol que arde em Itapuã Ouvindo o mar de Itapuã Falar de amor em Itapuã Depois sentir o arrepio Do vento que a noite traz É o diz-que-diz-que maçio Que brota dos coqueirais E nos espaços serenos Sem ontem nem amanhã Dormir nos braços morenos Da lua de Itapuã É bom Passar uma tarde em Itapuã Ao sol que arde em Itapuã Ouvindo o mar de Itapuã Falar de amor em Itapuã
C'était une vraie fleur d'amour Et quand un jour dans le faubourg Ses jolis yeux bleus et son regard si beau Rendaient les hommes amoureux fous On la rencontrait le sam'di Dans les musettes de Paris Dès qu'elle entrait fallait voir tous les copains Courir pour lui serrer la main C'était un rayon de bonheur Qu'elle apportait dans tous les coeurs
Musette, brunette Jolie poupée d'amour Quand on a valsé avec toi On a le béguin malgré soi Musette, coquette On t'aimera toujours C'est toi la reine des musettes Musette
Mais un beau jour le p'tit Léo Avec un peu d'accordéon Dit à Musette: "j'ai l'gros béguin pour toi Veux-tu te marier avec moi?" Musette en riant dit: "t'es fou moi me mettre la corde au cou? Quitter les amis le Paris le Faubourg Et mon quartier où j'ai vu l'jour J'aime mieux rester parmi vous Je ne veux pas faire de jaloux"
Musette, brunette Jolie poupée d'amour Quand on a valsé avec toi On a le béguin malgré soi Musette, coquette On t'aimera toujours C'est toi la reine des musettes Musette
Tarde Composer(s): Canet Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto
De cada amor que tuve tengo heridas heridas que no cierran ni sangran todavia error de haber querido ciegamente matando inutilmente la dicha de mis dias Tarde me di cuenta que al final se vive igual mintiendo tarde comprendí que mi ilusión se marchito queriendo pobre amor que amor que esta sufriendo la amargura mas tenáz
Y ahora que no es hora para nada tu boca enamorama me incita una vez más Y aunque quiera quererte ya no puedo por que dentro del alma tengo miedo tengo miedo que se vuelva a repetir la comedia que me ha hundido en el sufrir Todo lo que di todo lo perdi siempre tuve el alma entera de cualquier manera soportando afrendas y al final de cuentas me quede sin fé
De cada amor que tuve tengo heridas heridas que no cierran ni sangran todavia error de haber querido ciegamente perdido en un torrente de burlas y mentiras Sigo en mi rodar sin esperar y sin buscar amores ya murió el amor porque el dolor le marchito las flores y aunque llores y me implores mi ilusión va a devolver no ves que ya la pobre esta cansada vencida, destrozada de tanto parecer
Y aunque quiera quererte ya no puedo por que dentro del alma tengo miedo tengo miedo que se vuelva a repetir la comedia que me ha hundido en el sufrir Todo lo que di todo lo perdi siempre tuve el alma entera de cualquier manera soportando afrendas y al final de cuentas me quede sin fé
Muro Composer(s): Carlos Varela Performer(s): Miguel Bosé; Ana Torroja
Mojas el pan En el plato vacío Y apagas la televisión Abres la ventana Y miras afuera La cuidad te espera En algún lugar Sales a la calle Y llegas al muro Donde acaban todos Donde empieza el mar
Cuentas los pasos Regresando a casa Y prendes la televisión Te quedas dormido Y cuando empieza el himno Te vas a la cama Te vas a soñar
Luna Algo esta sucediendo Estoy sintiendo que esta vez Me están dejando solo Almenos solo Como la noche ...
Luna
Mojas tu cara Como cualquier dia Te vas sin afeitar Te compras la prensa Y notas que al muno Le ha cambiado el rostro Para bien o mal Y siguess caminando Y te vas al muro Donde acaban todos Donde empieza el mar
Luna
Algo esta sucediendo Estoy sintiendo que esta vez Me están dejando solo Almenos solo Como la noche ...
Mojas el pan En el plato vacío Y apagas la televisión Sales a la calle Y te vas al muro Donde siempre hay alguien Donde empieza el mar...
Going For The One Composer(s): Jon Anderson Performer(s): Yes; Adam Wakeman; Rick Wakeman
Get the idea cross around the track underneath the flank of thoroughbred racing chasers Getting the feel as a river flows Would youlike to go 'n shoot the mountain masses? And here you stand no taller than the grass sees And should you really chase so hard The truth of sport plays rings around you
Going for the one Going for the one
Get in the way as the tons of water racing with you crashing thru the rudder Once at the start you can gamble that you really surely really mean to finish After seeing all your sense of fear diminish As you treat danger a pure collection As you throw away misconceptions Going for the one Going for the one Going for a listen in time taken so high to touch to move listen to life touching touch time travel twilight taken so high. Roundabout, sounding out, love you so love you so love you so
Now the verses I've sang don't add much weight to the story in my head so I'm thinking I should go and write a punch line But they're so hard to find in my cosmic mind so I think I'll take a look out of the window When I think about you I don't feel low N'should I really chase so hard The truth of sport plays rings around you Going for the one Going for the one Going for to listen in time taken so high to touch to move listen to life touching touch time travel twilight taken so high taking your time turn on to love turnstile to one tender timing rocking rolling listen in time taken so high to touch to move listen to life touching touchtime travel twilight taken so high taking your time turn on to love turnstile to one tender timing rocking rolling turn on to love turnstile to one tender timing rocking rolling
Moments decide Moments delight Moments in flight Talk about sending love
Murder Composer(s): David Gilmour Performer(s): David Gilmour
Some of them standing, some were waiting in the line As if there was something that they thought they might find Taking some strength from the feelings that always were shared And in the background, the eyes that just stared
What was it brought you out here in the dark? Was it your only way of making your mark Did you get rid of all the voices in your head? Do you now miss them and the things that they said?
On your own admission you raised up the knife And you brought it down ending another man's life When it was done you just threw down the blade While the red blood spread wider like the anger you made
I don't want this anger that's burning in me It's something from which it's so hard to be free But none of the tears that we cry in sorrow or rage Can make any difference, or turn back the page
Going Down Slow Composer(s): James Burke Oden Performer(s): St. Louis Jimmy; and various other artists
(speaks) Man, you know I've enjoyed things that kings and queens will never have In fact, things kings and queens can't never get And they don't even know about it
And good times? mmm....
(sings) I have had my fun if I never get well no more I have had my fun if I never get well no more Whoa, my health is fadin' Oh yeah, I'm goin' down slow
(speaking) Now looky here I did not say I was a millionare But I said I have spent more money than a millionare Cause if I had kept all of the money I had already spent I'd woulda been a millionare a long time ago And women? Well, great googly moogly
(sings) Please write my mama Tell her the shape I'm in Please write my mama Tell her the shape I'm in Tell her pray for me Forgive me for my sins
Tarara Boom De Ay Composer(s): Henry J. Sayers Performer(s): Lottie Collins
A smart and stylish girl you see Belle of good society Not too strict, but rather free Yet as right as right can be! Never forward, never bold Not too hot and not too cold But the very thing, I'm told That in your arms you'd like to hold!
I'm not extravagantly shy And when a nice young man is nigh For his heart I have a try And faint away with tearful cry! When the good young man, in haste Will support me round the waist I don't come to, while thus embraced Till of my lips he steals a taste!
I'm a timid flow'r of innocence Pa says that I have no sense I'm one eternal big expense But men say that I'm just immense! Ere my verses I conclude I'd like it known and understood Tho' free as air, I'm never rude I'm not too bad and not too good!
You should see me out with Pa Prim, and most particular The young men say "Ah, there you are!" And Pa says "That's peculiar!" "It's like their cheek!" I say, and so Off again with Pa I go He's quite satisfied--although When his back's turned--well, you know
When with swells I'm out to dine All my hunger I resign Taste the food, and sip the wine No such daintiness as mine! But when I am all alone For shortcomings I atone! No old frumps to stare like stone Chops and chicken on my own!
Sometimes Pa, says, with a frown "Soon, you'll have to settle down Have to wear your wedding gown Be the strictest wife in town!" Well, it must come by-and-by When wed, to keep quiet I'll try But till then I shall not sigh I shall still go in for my
Murcia Composer(s): Agustín Lara Performer(s): Plácido Domingo; Alejandro Algara; Nestor Mesta Chayres; Javier Solís
Murcia es un rosal, es un cantar rinconcito del que Dios no se olvidó Y que tiene luz, y tiene sol tiene espinitas de quejumbre para cada flor
Murcia es la rosa de España ay, ay, ay Murcia es la rosa de grana, ay, ay, ay Son las mujeres de Murcia floración de rosas en botón que clavan sus espinas porque tiene tu suelo más rosas que un mantón es un puñado de flores bajo el sol
Y si tus besos son pétalos de púrpura deshójalos, júntalos, dámelos todos a mí
Y si tus besos son pétalos de púrpura deshójalos, júntalos, dámelos todos a mí
Going Down Composer(s): Lou Reed Performer(s): Lou Reed
When you're in a dream and you think you've got your problems all nailed down Pieces of the scheme Seem to rattle up and to rattle down
And when you start to fall And those footsteps they start to fade
Then you know you're going down Yeah, you're falling all around And you know you're going down for the last time
When you're in the air And you're thinking you'll drift off into the rest Your friends politely advise Hey look you're pushing too hard And perhaps you need a rest
And when you start to fall And all those footsteps they start to fade
Then you know you're going down Yeah, you're crashing upside down And you know you're going down for the last time
Time's not what it seems it just seems longer, when you're lonely in this world Everything it seems would be brighter if your nights were spent with some girl
Yeah, you're falling all around Yeah, you're crashing upside down Oh, oh, and you know you're going down for the last time
Como Revista De Farandula Me Fue Atrapando La Tarantula Me Dio A Beber De Su Seno Y Poco A Poco Solto El Veneno En Una Guerra Psicologica Me Envolvio, Me Envolvio
Con Su Mirada Tan Romantica Me Ha Hipnotizado La Tarantula Soy Preso De Sus Entrañas Encadenado A Su Telaraña Me Esta Matando La Tarantula De Pasion, De Pasion
Vivo Encerrado En Su Prision Se Ha Apoderado De Mi Corazon
Con Su Figura De Pelicula Siempre Anda En Busca De Su Victima Cuidado Si Te Descuidas Es Dulce Y Rapida Su Mordida Me Tiene Loco La Tarantula Por Su Amor, Por Su Amor
Me Dio A Beber De Su Seno Y Poco A Poco Solto El Veneno En Una Guerra Psicologica Me Envolvio, Me Envolvio
I've got that dustpneumony pneumony in my lung I've got that dustpneumony pneumony in my lung And I'm gonna sing this dustpneumonia song
I went to the doctor and the doctor said my son Yes I went to the doctor and the doctor said my son You got that dustpneumony and you ain't got long not long
Now there ought to be some yodelling in this song There ought to be some yodelling in this song
but I can't yodel for the rattling in my lung
My good girl sings the dustpneumonia blues
My good girl sings the dustpneumonia blues She loves me 'cause she's got the dustpneumonia too
If it wasn't for choppin' my ax would turn to rust
If it wasn't for choppin' my ax would turn to rust
I can't find a woman in this black old texas dust
Down in Oklahoma the wind blows mighty strong Down in Oklahoma the wind blows mighty strong If you want to get in mama just sing a california song
Down in Texas my gal fainted in the rain
Down in Texas my gal fainted in the rain
I throwed a bucket o'dirt in her face just to bring her back again
Going Deaf For A Living Composer(s): John Watts Performer(s): Fisher-Z
No one's going push me on much further
beyond where I want to go My foolish error was to care too much I've got to keep my head down I've reached my limit and I'm way past, way past going back So why don't you leave it out? Going deaf for a living Going deaf for a living Going deaf for a living Going deaf for a living
You don't know you're hurting me when all that I need is your help You don't know how you make me cry or stop to ask the reason why I'm much too proud to shave my heart around with the likes of you when you stab me with your eyes Much too proud to share my heart around with the likes of you when you stab me with your eyes....
heart heart heart My turned round My turned round My...
......going deaf for a living............going deaf for a living......
No me digas nada tengo taquicardia antes de apagarme tengo que explotar
Ya sabes te amo pero estoy guardando una dinamita en mi corazón
Necesito declararme en corto circuito me pase la vida viendo y viendo como hacen el mundo en vez de hacerlo yo na na na na na ea me pase la vida viendo y viendo como hacen el mundo en vez de hacerlo yo
No me digas nada tengo taquicardia antes de apagarme tengo que explotar
Muñequitos De Papel Composer(s): Pedro Aznar Performer(s): Pedro Aznar
Muñequitos de papel, mazapán y cordel Quien les puso el cascabel vino a ver, bailen bien Testaferros del poder, sin querer Cancerberos del querer sin poder Muñequitos de papel sin laurel, sin laurel
En la fiesta de Babel nada es fiel, nadie es fiel Quién se lleva este pastel y el mantel, y el mantel? Qué ha quedado del país? Este gris El color de subsistir no es vivir Muñequitos de papel y oropel, y oropel
En un tren fuera de riel, barco sin timonel, las promesas del ayer, leche y miel, leche y miel Si la historia ha de atenuar su traición cuántas vidas de pesar pesan hoy? Muñequitos de papel sorda piel, sorda piel
Muñequitos de papel, mazapán y cordel Cuando se largue a llover quién los va a guarecer? Testaferros del poder, sin querer Cancerberos del querer sin poder Muñequitos de papel sin laurel, sin laurel
Going Back West Composer(s): Jimmy Cliff Performer(s): Jimmy Cliff; Boney M.
I was born and raised in the ghetto Talk with me and you'll know I wasn't satisfied, with living on the side I started looking around, for a possibility
Listen to my story, of what became of me
I met a businessman Who said he had some friends back east So why don't you come along Well we can help you at least We'll make you into a big star By playing your guitar But the joke was on me They left me flat to see
Going back west Yes I know I'll make out alright Going back west Where my music's playing all night Going back west (going back west) I think I'll do alright
Going back west Yes I know I'll make out alright Going back west Where my music's playing all night Going back west (going back west) I think I'll do alright
Struggling for recognition, identity and respect I got a lot of promises They told me not to fret So we will stand by you If the going gets rough But when I started thinking They didn't even bluff
'bout a year has come and gone And left me standing here Thinking how it could have been For still I ain't nowhere They surely took me for a ride Trampled on my pride But I hold my head up high Got no more tears to cry
Going back west Yes I know I'll make out alright Going back west Where my music's playing all night Going back west (going back west) I think I'll do alright
Going back west Yes I know I'll make out alright Going back west Where my music's playing all night Going back west (going back west) I think I'll do alright
Going back west Yes I know I'll make out alright Going back west Where my music's playing all night
Tapioca Tundra Composer(s): Michael Nesmith Performer(s): The Monkees; R. Stevie Moore
Reasoned verse, some prose or rhyme Lose themselves in other times And waiting hopes cast cast silent spells That speak in clouded clues It cannot be a part of me For now it's part of you
Careful plays on fields That seems to vanish when they're in between And softly as I walk away In freshly tattered shoe It cannot be a part of me For now it's part of you
Sunshine, ragtime Blowing in the breeze Midnight, looks right Standing more at ease
Silhouettes and figures stay Close to what he had to say And one more time the faded dream Is saddened by the news It cannot be a part of me For now it's part of you
Well, Sunshine, ragtime Blowing in the breeze Midnight, looks right Standing more at ease
Sunshine, ragtime Blowing in the breeze Midnight, looks right Standing more at ease
Silhouettes and figures stay Close to what he had to say And one more time the faded dream Is saddened by the news It cannot be a part of me For now it's part of you
