Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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El Boxeador ((Adapted from: The Boxer (Simon and Garfunkel) - 1969)) Composer(s): Paul Simon - Miguel Bosé Performer(s): Laredo - 1978
Soy un pobre diablo y de mi nada sabréis Malgasté todas mis fuerzas en montones de promesas que eran burlas, ni una verdad Pero un hombre sólo escucha lo que quiere escuchar
na na naa, nana na nana na
Y dejé familia y casa era apenas un chaval Para mí todo era extraño en la paz de una estación perdido y asustado
Espiar frecuentar los barrios bajos su miseria y suciedad entre vagabundos prefería estar
Lai la lai, lai la lai la la la lai lai la lai, lai la lai lai la lai lai la la la la lai
Voy buscando algún trabajo pido paga sindical pero no hay ofertas sólo una proposición de prostitutas He de admitir que hubo veces sólo y triste que encontré consuelo allí...
na na naa, nana na nana na
Lai la lai, lai la lai la la la lai lai la lai, lai la lai lai la lai lai la la la la lai
Preparando el nuevo invierno pienso en casa y en volver Vuelta atrás Donde el viento de ciudad no me desangre más
Vuelta a casa, otra vez en el Rin un boxeador un luchador de profesión Lleva huellas en la cara del guante que le pegó y que le cortó hasta que gritara
De vergüenza y de rabia yo me marcho, yo me marcho Pega duro y no se va hmm...
Lai la lai, lai la lai la la la lai lai la lai, lai la lai lai la lai lai la la la la lai
Can't Get My Motor To Start
Composer(s): Carla Bley - Neil Rosengarden
Performer(s): Nick Mason; Judi Silvano; Neil Rosengarden
Can't get my motor to start Can't get my motor to start Can't get my motor to start Can't get my motor to start Can't you get it to go? Is your battery low? No, I don't think so
Try pullin' out on the choke Try lookin' under the hood Try pullin' out on the choke Try lookin' under the hood Lookin' under the hood never did any good The choke must be broke
Try beatin' down with your feet Looks like she's startin' to crank Let's pour the gasoline out Try puttin' beer in the tank Bring the beer over here 'cause I need it to steer
Try pullin' out all the wires Try stuffin' cheese in the cracks Try dynamitin' the tank Smash all the glass with an ax Do you have any grease? Pour it over the seats
What did you do to my car? What did you do to my car? What did you do to my car? What did you do to my car? Well we took it apart But we can't make it start
We wanna go for a ride Let's push it over the hill We wanna go for a ride Let's push it over the hill Better not get inside 'cause she's startin' to slide
Fever Composer(s): John Davenport; Eddie Cooley Performer(s): Elvis Presley; and various other artists
Never know how much I love you Never know how much I care When you put your arms around me I get a fever thats so hard to bear
You give me fever when you kiss me Fever when you hold me tight Fever in the morning Fever all through the night
Evrybodys got the fever that is something you all know Fever isnt such a new thing Fever started long ago
Sun lights up the daytime Moon lights up the night I light up when you call my name And you know Im gonna treat you right
You give me fever when you kiss me Fever when you hold me tight Fever in the morning Fever all through the night
Romeo loved Juliet Juliet she felt the same When he put his arms around her He said, Julie baby, youre my flame
Thou givest fever when we kisseth Fever with thy flaming youth Fever, Im afire Fever, yea I burn forsooth
Captain Smith and Pocahontas Had a very mad affair When her daddy tried to kill him She said Daddy-o dont you dare
He gives me fever with his kisses Fever when he holds me tight Fever, Im his Missus, Oh daddy, wont you treat him right
Now youve listened to my story Heres the point that I have made Cats were born to give chicks fever Be it Fahrenheit or centigrade
They give you fever when you kiss them Fever if you live and learn Fever till you sizzle What a lovely way to burn What a lovely way to burn What a lovely way to burn
The Bowery Composer(s): Percy Gaunt - Charles H. Hoyt Performer(s): Mantovani; Richard Perry
Oh! The night that I struck New York I went out for a quiet walk Folks who are "on to" the city say Better by far that I took Broadway But I was out to enjoy the sights There was the Bow'ry ablaze with lights I had one of the devil's own nights I'll never go there any more
The Bowery! the Bowery! They say such things and they do strange things On the Bowery! The Bowery! I'll never go there any more
I had walked but a block or two When up came a fellow and me he knew Then a policeman came walking by Chased him away and I asked him, "Why?" "Wasn't he pulling your leg?" said he Said I, "He never laid hands on me!" "Get off the Bow'ry, you yep!" said he I'll never go there any more
The Bowery! the Bowery! They say such things and they do strange things On the Bowery! The Bowery! I'll never go there any more
I went into an auction store I never saw any thieves before First he sold me a pair of socks Then said he, "How much for the box"? Someone said,"two dollars," I said "Three" He emptied the box and gave it to me "I sold you the box, not the socks," said he I'll never go there any more
The Bowery! the Bowery! They say such things and they do strange things On the Bowery! The Bowery! I'll never go there any more
I went into a concert hall I didn't have a good time at all Just the minute that I sat down Girls began singing "New Coon in Town" I got up mad and spoke out free "Somebody put that man out," said she A man called a bouncer attended to me I'll never go there anymore
The Bowery! the Bowery! They say such things and they do strange things On the Bowery! The Bowery! I'll never go there any more
I went into a barber shop He talked till I thought he would never stop I said, "Cut it short," he misunderstood Clipped down my hair just as close as he could He shaved with a razor that scratched like a pin Took off my whiskers and most of my chin That was the worst scrape I ever got in I'll never go there any more
The Bowery! the Bowery! They say such things and they do strange things On the Bowery! The Bowery! I'll never go there any more
I struck a place that they called a "dive" I was in luck to get out alive When the policeman heard my woes Saw my black eyes and my battered nose "You've been held up!" said the copper fly! "No, sir! But I've been knocked down!" said I Then he laughed, tho' I couldn't see why! I'll never go there any more
The Bowery! the Bowery! They say such things and they do strange things On the Bowery! The Bowery! I'll never go there any more
Ik Krijg Je Maar Niet Uit Mijn Hoofd
((Adapted from: Can't Get It Out Of My Head (by Electric Light Orchestra) - 1974))
((Italian Version: Come Un Ponte Sull'acqua Che Va (by Patti Pravo) - 1975))
Composer(s): Jeff Lynne - Dirk Blanchart
Performer(s): Dirk Blanchart - 1998
Schreeuwen van de daken Het lijkt wel onder water Had ik je maar nooit gekend Alle blikken afgewend
Want ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd Nee, ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd Je hebt mij van mijn zinnen beroofd En ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd
't Regent alle dagen In mijn woestijn zonder water Drank vloeit er in overvloed Niet dat het er veel toe doet
Want ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd Nee, ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd Veel te veel in van alles geloofd En ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd Nee nee nee
Alles op zijn kop, zelfs de snelheid Van het licht verandert Alles op zijn tijd Alles op zijn tijd
Had ik je maar nooit gekend Was ik maar in Dixieland
Want ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd Ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd Je hebt mij van mijn zinnen beroofd En ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd
Nee ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd (Uit mijn lijf, uit mijn ziel Jij bent veel te veel promille Voor een vent die naar de sterren staart) Veel te veel in van alles geloofd En ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd Oh nee
Fever Composer(s): Joe Perry; Steven Tyler Performer(s): Aerosmith
I got a rip in my pants
and a hole in my brand new shoes I got a Margarita nose and a breath full of Mad Dog Booze
chorus: I got the fever, fever, fever, fever
Yeah they threw me outta jail I tell ya it ain't fair I tried to kiss the judge from the electrica' chair Yeah we're all here 'cause we're not all there tonight
The guitar's cranked and the bass man's blown a fuse And when the whole gang bangs tell me then what's your excuse?
chorus
Fever gives ya lust with an appetite It hits ya like the fangs from a rattlesnake bite We're all here 'cause we're not all there tonight
We can't run away from trouble There ain't no place that far But if we do it right at the speed of light There's the back seat of my car, caviar
I was feelin' so high I forgot what day Now I'm feelin' low down even slow Seems way to fast And now the booze don't work 'Cause the drugs ran out of gas
chorus
The buzz that you be gettin' from the Crack don't last I'd rather be O.D.in' on the Crack of her ass Yeah we're all here 'cause we're not All there tonight
My first time ever lover We fell asleep out on the lawn And when I woke up I was all alone Makin' love to the Crack of Dawn So yo, I beg yo pardon sir, The gangster of love rides again
You know I gotta chill It gimme such a thrill Like a burnin' plague Yeah get outta my way
Fever may be Hell and a cross to bear As long as I'm in heaven honey I don't care You look so good baby look so fine I tell you you're the image of a perfect crime You get so tired holdin' on so tight If you think you're goin' crazy Well you may be right
chorus
Yeah we're all here 'cause we're not All there that's right
Bottle Let Me Down Composer(s): Merle Haggard First release by: Merle Haggard and The Strangers - 1966 Covered by multiple other artists
Each night I leave the barroom when it's over Not feeling any pain at closing time But tonite your memory found me much too sober Couldn't drink enough to keep you off my mind
Tonite the bottle let me down And let your memory come around The one true friend I thought I'd found Tonite the bottle let me down
I've always had a bottle I could turn to And lately I've been turning every day But the wine don't take effect the way it used to I'm hurtin' in that old familiar way
Tonite the bottle let me down And let your memory come around The one true friend I thought I'd found Tonite the bottle let me down
Can't Get It Out Of My Head
Composer(s): Jeff Lynne
First release by: Electric Light Orchestra - 1974
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1975 - Come Un Ponte Sull'acqua Che Va (by Patty Pravo)
1998 - Ik Krijg Je Maar Niet Uit Mijn Hoofd (by Dirk Blanchart)
I saw the ocean's daughter
Walking on a wave she came
staring as she called my name
And I can't get it out of my head
no, I can't get it out of my head
Now my old world is gone for dead
'cos I can't get it out of my head
Breakdown on the shoreline
can't move, it's an ebbtide
Morning don't get here till night
searching for her silver light
And I can't get it out of my head
no, I can't get it out of my head
Now my old world is gone for dead
'cos I can't get it out of my head, no no
Bank job in the city
Robin Hood and William Tell and Ivanhoe and Lancelot, they don't envy me, yeh
Sitting till the sun goes down
in dreams the world keep going round and round
And I can't get it out of my head
no, I can't get it out of my head
Now my old world is gone for dead
'cos I can't get it out of my head, no no
No, I can't get it out of my head
no, I can't get it out of my head
Now my old world is gone for dead
'cos I can't get it out of my head, no no no no
Feuilles-O (Traditional) Performer(s): Simon & Garfunkel
Feuilles oh, sauvé la vie moin dans mizé moin yé oh Feuilles oh, sauvé la vie moin dans mizé moin yé oh Petit mou malade moin kouri caye gang gang, si me lo Petit mou malade moin kouri caye gang gang, si lu bon gang gang Sauvé la vie moin dans mizé moin yé oh
Willie works as the garden man He plants trees, he burns leaves He makes money for himself Often I stop with his words on my mind Do spacemen pass dead souls on their way to the moon?
Petit mou malade moin kouri caye gang gang, si me lo Petit mou malade moin kouri caye gang gang, si lu bon gang gang Sauvé la vie moin dans mizé moin ye oh, dans mizé moin yé oh
The Bottle Composer(s): Pat Green Performer(s): Pat Green
Now women and whiskey, they ain't the answer Lord, I just know that this is true But the way that I'm feeling, I just might be thinking Lord, tonight they just might have to do
I've spent a lot of long and lonely nights in honky tonk taverns I was two fisted drinking, fighting back against the wall And I know it's a problem, a now-win situation But I can't seem to resist that old whiskey bar
So pour me a drink, why don't you give me the bottle Sit me down in the corner, until we're two sheets gone And don't tell me no stories about a good hearted woman I want to hear Your Cheatin' Heart and cry all night long
Now me and my buddies, we got a lot in common We all wish that we could take time and just turn it around Take us back to the good lod days, hard work and cowboy ways Take us to a swingin' door saloon, this is what I'm gonna say
So pour me a drink, why don't you give me the bottle Sit me down in the corner, until we're two sheets gone And don't tell me no stories about a good hearted woman I want to hear Your Cheatin' Heart and cry all night long
So pour me a drink, why don't you give me the bottle Sit me down in the corner, until we're two sheets gone And don't tell me no stories about a good hearted woman I want to hear Your Cheatin' Heart and cry all night long
Covered by multiple other artistsCan't Get Enough Of Your Love, Babe
Composer(s): Barry White
First release by: Barry White - 1974
Covered by multiple other artists
Ive heard people say that Too much of anything is not good for you, baby But I dont know about that As many times as weve loved Weve shared love and made love It doesnt seem to me like its enough Theres just not enough, baby Theres just not enough Oh, oh, baby Uh-uh
My darling, I Cant get enough of your love, babe Girl, I dont know, I dont know why I cant get enough of your love, babe
Oh, some things I cant get used to No matter how I try Its like the more you give, the more I want And baby, thats no lie, oh, no, babe
Tell me, what can I say, what am I gonna do How should I feel when everything is you What kind of love is this that youre givin me Is it in your kiss or just because youre sweet
Girl, all I know Is every time youre here I feel the change Somethin moves I scream your name Look what you got me doin
Darling, I Cant get enough of your love, babe Girl, I dont know, I dont know, I dont know why I cant get enough of your love, babe, oh, no, babe
Girl, if I can only make you see And make you understand Girl, your love for me is all I need And more than I can stand, oh, well, babe
How can I explain all the things I feel Youve given me so much, girl, youre so unreal Still I keep loving you more and more each time Girl, what am I gonna do because youre blowin my mind
I get the same old feelin Every time youre here I feel the change Somethin moves I scream your name Look what you got me doin
Darling, I Cant get enough of your love, babe Girl, I dont know, I dont know, I dont know why I cant get enough of your love, babe
Oh, my darling, I Cant get enough of your love, babe, oh, babe Girl, I dont know, I dont know why I cant get enough of your love, babe
Autrefois, les feuilles ne volaient jamais elles jalousaient les oiseaux qui passaient Elles dirent au soleil: "Vous qui êtes si fort donnez-nous l'audace de prendre enfin notre essor" Une brise douce aussitôt se leva De sa branche une imprudente s'envola d'autres la suivirent dans les airs tourbillonnants Les feuilles dansaient heureuses, libres maintenant Feuille, vole, vole, danse avec le vent dans la farandole des joyeux vivants Va vers la lumière comme les oiseaux loin de nos poussières plus haut Mais le vent volage s'en alla bientôt Les feuilles abandonnées tombaient de haut Quand on n'est pas un oiseau, du ciel on redescend Voici pourquoi les feuilles mortes tombent ensembl' Cette histoire vraie n'est pas vraiment morale tous les jours je vole vers mon idéal et moi, j'aime cette feuille qui voudrait voler car qui ne veut pas voler est déjà enterré Feuille, vole vole, tombe, tombe aussi Pauvre feuille folle, merci!
Can't Get Enough Of You Composer(s): Eddy Grant Performer(s): Eddy Grant
Just sit down in the back row If you wanna play in my game Guess you won't have to worry 'cause all films look the same Just put your arms around me And I'll make you sing out of tune Won't nobody watch you 'cause we're lovers in the same room
Oh wah a one two three
Put your sweet lips closer to me This is not F One two three And this is not back row anymore I can't get enough of you
Can't get enough love
Can't get enough of you
I can't get enough of your love Can't get enough of you
Sit yourself beside me now And imagine that we're one and not two I don't wanna shock you But Baby I'm in love with you Sit yourself beside me now You better close your pretty eyes when I say Oh wah a one two three
Oh just one knock on my door Baby And when your people ask you At home if you enjoyed the show
Did you like Clark Gable Say "l think so but I don't know" Oh say you saw a sweet guy
Oh can't remember his name And the way that he kissed was Like Clark Gable the same
Festa Do Interior Composer(s): Morais Moreira; Abel Silva Performer(s): Gal Costa
Fagulhas, pontas de agulhas Brilham estrelas de São João Babados, xotes e xaxados Segura as pontas meu coração Bombas na guerra-magia Ninguém matava, ninguém morria Nas trincheiras da alegria O que explodia era o amor Nas trincheiras da alegria O que explodia era o amor Bis
E ardia aquela fogueira Que me esquenta a vida inteira Eterna noite sempre a primeira Festa do Interior
The Boston Rag Composer(s): Walter Becker - Donald Fagen Performer(s): Steely Dan
Any news was good news And the feeling was bad at home I was out of mind and you Were on the phone Lonnie was the kingpin Back in nineteen sixty-five I was singing this song When Lonnie came alive
Bring back the Boston Rag Tell all your buddies That it ain't no drag Bring back the Boston Rag
You were Lady Bayside There was nothing that I could do So I pointed my car down Seventh Avenue Lonnie swept the playroom And he swallowed up all he found It was forty-eight hours til Lonnie came around
Can't Get Enough
((Finnish Version: Älä Härnää (by Kirka) - 1975))
Composer(s): Mick Ralphs
First release by: Bad Company - 1974
Well I take, whatever I want And baby, I want you You give me something I need Now tell me I got something for you Come on, come on, come on and do it Come on, and do what you do
I can't get enough of your luva, huh I can't get enough of your luuva I can't get enough of your luuuva
Listen! Well it's late and I want love Love that's gonna break me in two Gonna hang me up in the doorway Gonna hang me up like ya do yeah! Come on, come on, come on and do it Come on Come on do what you do Woah!
I can't get enough of your luva I can't get enough of your luuva huh I can't get enough of your luuuva what I say now
I can't get enough of your luva, ow! I can't get enough of your luuva Aah! I can't get enough of your luuuva say it again? Uh huh
I can't get enough of your luva I can't get enough of your luuva Ooh! I can't get enough of your luuuva
And I gotta tell you baby that I love you so much I can't get enough of your love I love you so much I can't get enough of your love I can't get enough of your love You know what I'm saying baby I can't get enough of your luva
I can't get enough, enough of your luv I can't get enough, enough of your luv hah I can't get enough of your luuuva Yeah this one this one Woah! O come on baby come on my little child lover Ooooooh
The Boss Composer(s): Nickolas Ashford - Valerie Simpson Performer(s): Diana Ross
Fancy me Thought I had my degree In life and how love Ought to be a run
I had a one step plan to prove it Guide in my pocket for fools Folly and fun Love had to show me one thing
I was so right So right Thought I could turn emotion On and off I was so sure So sure (I was so sure) But love taught me Who was who was who was the boss (Taught me who was who was the boss)
I'd defy Anyone who claimed that I Didn't control whatever moved in my soul I could tempt Touch delight Just because you fell for me Why should I feel uptight Love had to show me one thing:
I was so right So right Thought I could turn emotion On and off I was so sure So sure (I was so sure) But love taught me Who was who was who was the boss (Taught me who was who was the boss)
Love taught me Taught me Taught me Taught me
I was so right So right Thought I could turn emotion On and off I was so sure So sure (I was so sure) But love taught me Who was who was who was the boss (Taught me who was who was the boss)
Can't Get By Without You
Composer(s): Michael Denne - Ken Gold
Performer(s): The Real Thing
No way - no way - no way
When I leave your door
when we say good-night
It hurts me more and more
'cause girl
it just ain't right
To end the day like this with no more than a kiss
And spend the night just dreaming of the things
we're gonna miss
If I have my way girl
we'd be together more and more each day
We'd go on forever
lovers hand in hand
can't you understand
Girl
you've got to be my woman
I've got to be your man!
'Cause I can't get by without you
I need you more each day
The way I feel about you leaves nothing more to say
'Cause I love you girl
I need you
And I can't get by without you - no way!
It's a sad affair
wasting precious time that you and I could share
Girl
it's such a crime to hear you call my name
it's a crying shame
When we're not together then there's only time to blame
There will come a day girl
I do believe
It's not too far away when I can say good-night
And still be by your side to dry the tears you cried
And I'll have all the love I need to keep me satisfied
'Cause I can't get by without you
I need you more each day
I can't get by without you
I need you more each day
Can't get by without you - can't get by without you
Can't get by without you
I can't get by without you
I need you more each day
I can't get by without you
I need you more each day
