Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Cada Vez Que Me Amas
Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute; Silvio Rodríguez
Tu sed transubstancia mi sudor en vino que bebemos en cada beso Tus pies no se hunden en los lagos de mis lágrimas Tu saliva siembra la luz en la noche de mis ojos Tu voz resucita mis músculos dormidos mis latidos sepultados Tus manos, cuando me tocan, curan mis heridas más invisibles Tu hambre fecunda peces que se multiplican como deseos de humedad en el múltiple pan de mi cuerpo Cada vez que me amas es un milagro
Fair Margaret And Sweet William (aka Lady Margaret And Sweet William) (Traditional) Performer(s): Pete Seeger; and various other artists
Sweet William rose one morning bright And dressed himself in blue "Come tell to me the long lost love Between Lady Margaret and you"
"I know no harm of Lady Margaret," said he "And I hope she knows none of me But tomorrow morning before eight o'clock Lady Margaret my bride shall be"
As Lady Margaret was in her chamber high A-combing up her hair She spied sweet William and his bride As they to the church drew near
She threw down her ivory comb And tossed back her hair And from the room a fair lady came That was seen in there no more
The day being gone and the night being come When most men were asleep Sweet William spied Lady Margaret's ghost A-standing at his bed feet
"How do you like your bed?" she said "And how do you like your sheet? And how do you like the fair lady That lies in your arms asleep?"
"Very well do I like my bed," said he "Very well do I like my sheet But better do I like the fair lady That is standing at my bed feet"
The night being gone and the day being come When most men were awake Sweet William said he was troubled in his head From a dream he had last night
He called his weary waiting maids By one, by two, by three And last of all, with his bride's consent Lady Margaret he went to see
He went unto the parlor door He knocked until he made things ring But none was so ready as her own dear brother To arise and let him in
"Is Lady Margaret in the parlour?" said he "Or is she in the hall Or is she in her chamber high Among the gay ladies all?"
"Lady Margaret is not in the parlour," said he "She is neither in the hall She is in her coffin And a-lying by the wall"
"Tear down, tear down, those milk white sheets They are made of silk so fine That I may kiss Lady Margaret's cheek For ofttimes she has kissed mine"
The first that he kissed was her rosy cheek The next was her dimpled chin The last of all was her clay-cold lips That pierced his heart within
"Tear down, tear down those milk white sheets They are made of silk so fine Today they hang around Lady Margaret's corpse And tomorrow they will hang around mine"
Lady Margaret died of pure, pure love Sweet William died of sorrow They are buried in one burying ground Both side and side together
Out of her grave grew a red rose And out of his a briar They grew in a twining true lover's knot The rose and the green briar
Cada Vez
Composer(s): Carlos Rossi - Robby Ferrante - Al Stillman
Performer(s): Javier Solís
Cada vez, cada vez vida mía que nos vemos no quiero partir todo el oro del mundo daría por poderme quedar junto a ti El azul de tus ojos tan bellos lo guardé dentro del corazón cada vez que me alejo de ellos cada vez es mayor mi pasión
Y aunque lejos de aquí yo me debo marchar tú eres ya para mí el gran amor, amor que nunca he de olvidar Cada vez que yo debo dejarte cada vez mi tristeza es mayor hasta el día que venga a buscarte a entregarte por siempre mi amor
Y aunque lejos de aquí yo me debo marchar tú eres ya para mí el gran amor, amor que nunca he de olvidar Cada vez que yo debo dejarte cada vez mi tristeza es mayor hasta el día que venga a buscarte a entregarte por siempre mi amor a entregarte por siempre mi amor, a entregarte por siempre mi amor
Fair Hawaii Composer(s): James Fulton Kutz Performer(s): Alfred Apaka
Enchanting is the scene when the silvry moon is beaming On murm'ring waters at my dear Waikiki The twinkling stars are bright and of your sweet charms I'm dreaming All my love will live for you eternally
When far away sweetheart I am always of you thinking Of that sweet day dear when first I met you Love called me to your arms as the golden sun was sinking 'Till we meet again, to you I will be true
Fair Hawaii Oh dear Hawaii Lovely isle of the Southern sea Fair Hawaii Oh dear Hawaii Fondest mem'ries you bring to me
Come And Buy Composer(s): Arthur Brown; Vincent Crane Performer(s): Arthur Brown
God-brother.....you lie...
When you see a fire burning inside your minds eye Grieve/Breathe(???) the meaning of the flames before you let them die Let them burn you through until you know that you can fly Twisting - turning - falling - burning Roaring balls of fire Eyes that see them have no need Of guides to span the wire Let the flames burn you right through To low the burns through higher
Come and see Come and buy
I can sell you the love I can buy you the morning sun
You can buy seven/sand/sun(???) from the morning From suns to the set in the morning for tea Pockets of love but nothing to buy Crystals of beauty - the mountain - the sea Something that ain't through a mind full of pride Going hands with the sun and set yourself free Come and see Come and buy Come and buy...buy my love
Sleeping sunsets sweat their beauty Melting at your feet Take your mind through sacred fire Leaving you complete
Let the flames burn you so hard There can be no re-treat Floating - drooping - looping - turning Roaring balls of fire Light the pathway you must take To drag you from the myre Sooth the darkness from your feet Burn down your funeral pyre
Come and see Come and buy
I can sell you the love I can sell you the morning sun
You can buy seven/sand/sun(???) from the morning From suns to the set in the morning for tea Pockets of love but nothing to buy Crystals of beauty - the mountain - the sea Something that ain't through a mind full of pride Going hands with the sun and set yourself free
Come and see Come and buy Buy my fire Buy my fire
Eyes are glaring on your face Watching you below Take the sun that sweats at midnight Burning you below
See the sun as it sweats with beauty Burning through the fire Feeding on your soul - so deep Fire Come and buy my Fire Come and buy my fire Come and buy... Buy my fire...
Why is it so cold down here? So cold...!! Let me in... The price of your entry is sin Go away - then return Know which fase you have to turn Eyes are glaring Voice's flaring Woooaaah!
Cada Cual
Composer(s): M. Sellés - M. Portolés
Performer(s): Raphael
Cosas olvidadas, tiempo que se fue Suaves cicatrices que dejo el ayer
Al oir una vieja melodia Cada cual siente un poco la emocion De recuerdos que viven todavia Y que guarda en secreto el corazon
Puede ser una noche junto al mar Unos brazos de mujer Un adios sentimental El soldado que nunca mas volvio O el pueblito que dejo Lo que evoca cada cual
Cada cual acaricia todavia Un poquito del tiempo que paso Como aquel, como tu, como yo
That's My Story Composer(s): Paul Simon - Art Garfunkel Performer(s): Simon & Garfunkel (as Tom & Jerry)
My story really begins a month ago That's when I first saw you Your eyes were aglow And then I could see (and then I could see) That you were for me I go to sleep at night and dream of you I wish I could hold you tight the whole night through But when I'm away (my heart too just pray) I can't tell you I love you (too-too-too-wah) My friends all tell me that I'm not the same Always moody and blue But they don't understand that I'm not to blame I'm so (I'm so) in love (in love) with you Oh Lord above, please hear my prayer Show me where she is and take me there One moment alone (one moment alone) And we'll know we're in love Ooh-ooh-ooh, that's my story
Cacka Boom
Composer(s): Ian Dury - Merlin Rhys-Jones
Performer(s): Ian Dury & The Blockheads
If you're cold, well here's a plan Pull the plug out of your fan If you're hot, now here's a scheme Park your botty in the stream If you're tired, check this plot Seek a source that hits the spot If you're snooty, here's a ploy Stroll along the hoi polloi You'll not have owt to show for it If you don't go for it You'll have to come to terms with it Get on the firm with it If you don't get to grips with it You've had your chips with it You'll only come to rue it if you don't do it
If you're lost, well try this notion Find yourself a magic potion If you're angry, check this wheeze Count to ten and then say, 'cheese' If you're uptight here's the answer Learn to be a belly-dancer If you're concerned, suss a wangle Try it from a different angle Now you can put a name to it You must lay claim to it You'll have time to regret it If you don't go and get it You won't have much to talk about If you don't go on walkabout Don't think you won't mind it If you don't try and find it
No-one said you must be good as gold It's what you haven't done That matters when you're old No-one said these things are pre-ordained Nothing ventured...
If you're guilty, cop a stroke You only did it for a joke If you're dozy, here's a tactic Tell 'em all they're too didactic If you're fed up, here's a wrinkle Let your pianoforte tinkle If you're wobbling here's a trick Happy go toilet, click, click, click
L'escompte est mort les traites sont traîtres J'ai des regrets à découvert C'est sur mon cur que j'tire des chèques Avec des taxes et sans erreur J'ai investi mes illusions A la banque des habitudes C'est à l'emprunt des solitudes Que fructifient mes souvenirs Mon compte est bon C'est mon malheur
J'ai fait bien trop d'économies Au temps où il était encore temps Mes bas de laine craquent à présent Sous les chairs creuses de l'ennui J'ai fait bien trop peu de folies Et mes tiroirs sont plein d'argent Les seules passions de ma vie Sont des coupons que je paie comptant, content
Mon compte est bon C'est mon malheur
Je viens d'émettre des actions Sur une très excellente chimère Je vends toutes mes obligations Je règle ma dernière affaire Ayant toujours vécu ainsi Une suite de jours à crédit Je règle mon heure dernière Forfaitairement service compris, compris
That's My Little Suzie Composer(s): Ritchie Valens - Rolf Kühn Performer(s): Ritchie Valens
Well, I got a gal named Sue She knows just what to do She's just a-rockin' She knows what to do
She knows how to love me And rock it, too That's my little Suzie She knows what to do
She rocks to the left And she rocks to the right She rocks all day And she rocks all night When my baby gets tired a-me I'm gonna drown myself in a sea
Well, come on let's go little Suzie Tell me you'll be true If I should lose you Oh, what could I do?
She rocks to the left And she rocks to the right She rocks all day And she rocks all night When my baby gets tired a-me I'm gonna drown myself in a sea
Well, come on let's go little Suzie Tell me you'll be true If I should lose you Oh, what could I do?
Que temprano que empiezo a cantar
tu presencia que está
anunciada nomás ...
en Noviembre me dicen serás
clarinada feliz
cuando te oiga llorar
Mis amigos conmigo estarán
junto a mi brindarán
tanta felicidad!
Compañera, ese sol que me dás
será igualito a vos
y cantor como yo!
Volarán los pájaros en moda!
El olivo y el nogal te harán la sombra!
y seré tan feliz!
al sentir al fin la primavera
y un azul colibrí
beberá la miel en tus ojeras ...
Florecido trigal del amor
cuando lo besa el sol
se hace espiga y canción
y el naranjo que es toda pasión
esparciendo azahares
vuelve lima al limón
Plumas Verdes en revolución
Ha encendido el fogón
de los ceibos en flor ...
Compañera, ese sol que me dás
será igualito a vos
y cantor como yo!
I keep singing them sad sad songs, ya all Sad songs is all I know I keep singing them sad sad songs, ya all Sad songs is all I know
It has a sweet melody tonight Anybody can sing it any old time What in your heart puts you in a groove And when you sing this song It'll make youre whole body move
Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa Your turn I'll turn Your turn, now
All my life I've been singing these sad songs Trying to get my message to you But this is the only song [y'ALL] I can sing And when I get to singing my message to you
It goes
Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa Your turn
It's a lovely song It's just alive It tells a story You've got to get your message A strong message I'm worried alive I'm worried alive [Watch me]
Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa Your turn Everybodys turn Everybodys turn Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa One more time Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa Worried alive
That's My Home Composer(s): Levon Helm - Rebennack Performer(s): The Band
You how long I've waited I waited for so long It needs a place I'm going That's my home Princie, how do you do? They all greeted too Others have done so too That's my home
It matters a difference If it's a one-room set Any time that I get back I still like it like that
And we got blues that match the sky And love hurts like a fly Until the day I die That's my home
It matters a difference If it's a one-room set Any time that I get back I still like it like that
And friends say, "How do you do?" We all greeted too Others have done so too That's my home That's my home That's my home
Desde Corrientes a Buenos Aires un señor lo vino a buscar cuando estacionó su auto vino el barrio a saludar Chau Cachito chau vas a ser el campeón desde aquí te alentaremos por la televisión oyoyo oyoyo oyoyo
En la noche del debut Corrientes estaba prendido y un solo grito se oyó cuando el correntino entró Vamos Cachito vamos debes ser el campeón desde aquí te alentaremos por la televisión
El correntino saltarín mostraba su inocencia y entre las cuerdas se vió sangrar sus redondas cejas Que pensará mi madre ay, ay si que pensará que pensará mi barrio ay, ay si que pensará
Que me estará pasando que no lo puedo parar este me está matando de verdad Como estará mi madre ay, ay si como estará como estará mi pueblo ay, ay si como estará
Llora Corrientes llora la derrota de su campeón el jueves llega Cachito en el micro de las dos Y ese señor del auto no aparece por Corrientes porque dice que es suficiente el dinero que ganó
Fado Tropical Composer(s): Chico Buarque; Rey Guerra Performer(s): Chico Buarque; and various other artists
Oh, musa do meu fado Oh, minha mãe gentil Te deixo consternado No primeiro abril Mas não sê tão ingrata Não esquece quem te amou E em tua densa mata Se perdeu e se encontrou Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal Ainda vai tornar-se um imenso Portugal
``Sabe, no fundo eu sou um sentimental Todos nós herdamos no sangue lusitano uma boa dose de lirismo Mesmo quando as minhas mãos estão ocupadas em torturar, esganar, trucidar Meu coração fecha aos olhos e sinceramente chora...''
Com avencas na caatinga Alecrins no canavial Licores na moringa Um vinho tropical E a linda mulata Com rendas do Alentejo De quem numa bravata Arrebato um beijo Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal Ainda vai tornar-se um imenso Portugal
``Meu coração tem um sereno jeito E as minhas mãos o golpe duro e presto De tal maneira que, depois de feito Desencontrado, eu mesmo me contesto
Se trago as mãos distantes do meu peito É que há distância entre intencão e gesto E se o meu coração nas mãos estreito Me assombra a súbita impressão de incesto
Quando me encontro no calor da luta Ostento a aguda empunhadura à proa Mas o meu peito se desabotoa
E se a sentença se anuncia bruta Mais que depressa a mão cega executa Pois que senão o coração perdoa''
Guitarras e sanfonas Jasmins, coqueiros, fontes Sardinhas, mandioca Num suave azulejo E o rio Amazonas Que corre Trás-os-Montes E numa pororoca Deságua no Tejo Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal Ainda vai tornar-se um imenso Portugal Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal Ainda vai tornar-se um imenso Portugal
Blue Pacific Blues Composer(s): Lester Lee - Ned Washington Performer(s): Jo Ann Greer
I'm gettin' the blue pacific blues The feelin' ya get from real bad news I wanna hear bells, I wanna see trains I get in this mood whenever it rains I'm gettin' the blues
Alone in the dark and sultry night Ya'd think of the times ya ain't done right To add to the fact your feelin' so bad the cry of the birds keeps drivin' you mad I got the blues
Ya lie awake and how you wish that it was mornin' and then ya smoke a hundred cigarettes or more That devil rain continues poundin' at your window And the tropic winds, keep howlin' at your door
Because of all the rain and mud The feel of the place gets in your blood But deep in the night there comes unawares the terrible thought that nobody cares Your back with the blues-again
To be even more specific You've got what they call-the blue pacific blues
Cachito
Composer(s): Consuelo Velázquez
Performer(s): Nat King Cole
and multiple other artists
Cachito, Cachito, Cachito mio
Pedazo de cielo que Diós me dió
Te miro y te miro y al fin
Bendigo bendigo la suerte de ser tu amor
Me preguntan por que eres mi cachito
Y yo siento muy bonito al responder
Por que eres de mi vida un pedazito
Que yo quiero como a nadie he de querer
Cachito ... cachito mio
Tu eres el amorsito de mamá ... y de papá
Cachito ... Cachito mio
Tu eres el amorsito de papá ... y de mamá
A tu lado yo no sê lo que es tristeza
Y las horas se me pasan sin sentir
Tu me miras y yo pierdo la cabeza
Y lo único que puedo es repetir
