Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Duke Of Prunes Composer(s): Frank Zappa Performer(s): Frank Zappa
A moon beam through the prune in June Reveals your chest I see your lovely beans And in that magic go-kart I bite your neck The cheese I have for you, my dear Is real and very new
A moon beam through the prune in June Reveals your chest I see your lovely beans And in that magic go-kart I bite your neck The love I have for you, my dear Is real and very new
Prune *(Pa-da-dah!)* If it is a real prune Knows no cheese *(Cheeky chanky, cheeky chanky)* And stands *(Oh no!)* Taller, stronger than any tree *(or bush)* And I know the love I have for you Will grow, and grow, and grow, I think And so my love I offer you A love that is strong A prune that is true
Cartes Postales D'Alabama
((Adapted from: Sweet Home Alabama (Lynyrd Skynyrd) - 1974))
Composer(s): Ed King - Ronnie Van Zandt - Gary Rossington - Eddy Mitchell
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday - 1983
Des fleurs de coton qui bougent S'envolant dans un ciel bleu Me rappellent que le blues Est né sous des jours heureux Des jours heureux Cartes postales d'Alabama Vos couleurs sont dépassées Bon baisés d'Alabama Tes lèvres ne sont plus sucrées Non plus sucrées! J'ai vu tout ça dans des films Aux couleurs qui font rêver Scarlett O'Hara éprise D'un Red Buttler méprisé Cartes postales d'Alabama Vos couleurs sont dépassées Bon baisers d'Alabama Tes lèvres ne sont plus sucrées Non plus sucrées! Ku Klux Klan tu m'étonnes Tu resurgis du passé Cagoulé pour cacher l'homme Blanc raciste, preux chevalier Sueurs froides d'Alabama Sous ton visage lache masqué Sueurs froides d'Alabama Pouvoir blanc et croix brûlées Et croix brûlées Majorité silencieuse Démocratie déguisée Moralité religieuse Cheesburger et thé glacé ...
Flor De Azalea Composer(s): Manuel Esperón; Gómez Urquiza Performer(s): Javier Solis; and various other artists
Como espuma que inerte lleva el caudaloso río Flor de Azalea la vida en su avalancha te arrastró pero al salvarte hallar pudiste protección y abrigo donde curar tu corazón herido por el dolor
Tu sonrisa refleja el paso de las horas negras tu mirada la más amarga desesperación hoy para siempre quiero que olvides tus pasadas penas y que tan sólo tenga horas serenas tu corazón
Quisiera ser la golondrina que al amanecer a tu ventana llega para ver a través del cristal y despertarte muy dulcemente si aun estás dormida a la alborada de una nueva vida llena de amor
Quisiera ser la golondrina que al amanecer a tu ventana llega para ver a través del cristal y despertarte muy dulcemente si aun estás dormida a la alborada de una nueva vida llena de amor
Carte Postale
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel; Gérald De Palmas
Allumés les postes de télévision Verrouillées les portes des conversations Oubliés les dames et les jeux de cartes Endormies les fermes quand les jeunes partent Brisées les lumières des ruelles en fête Refroidi le vin brûlant, les assiettes Emportés les mots des serveuses aimables Disparus les chiens jouant sous les tables Déchirées les nappes des soirées de noce Oubliées les fables du sommeil des gosses Arrêtées les valses des derniers jupons Et les fausses notes des accordéons C'est un hameau perdu sous les étoiles Avec de vieux rideaux pendus à des fenêtres sales Et sur le vieux buffet sous la poussière grise Il reste une carte postale
Goudronnées les pierres des chemins tranquilles Relevées les herbes des endroits fragiles Désertées les places des belles foraines Asséchées les traces de l'eau des fontaines Oubliées les phrases sacrées des grands-pères Aux âtres des grandes cheminées de pierre Envolés les rires des nuits de moissons Et allumés les postes de télévision C'est un hameau perdu sous les étoiles Avec de vieux rideaux pendus à des fenêtres sales Et sur le vieux buffet sous la poussière grise Il reste une carte postale
Envolées les robes des belles promises Les ailes des grillons, les paniers de cerises Oubliés les rires des nuits de moissons Et allumés les postes de télévision Allumés les postes de télévision
Flor Da Paisagem Composer(s): Robertinho de Recife; Fausto Nilo Performer(s): Raimundo Fagner
Teus zói a flor da paisagem Sereno fim da viagem Teus zói é a cor da beleza Sorriso da natureza Azul de prata meu litoral Dois brincos de pedra rara Riacho de água clara Roupa com cheiro de mala Zoinho assim são mais belos Que renda branca na sala Quem vê não enxerga a praia Nós num lençol de cambraia Teus zói no fim da vereda Amor de papel de seda Teus zói clareia o roçado Reluz teu cordão colado
The Drinking Man's Diet Composer(s): Neal Hefti Performer(s): Allan Sherman
Oh, I'm on The Drinking Man's Diet It came from a book I was loaned It's really terrific And quite scientific And I'm half stoned For breakfast some corn flakes and vodka But corn flakes have carbohydrates So I don't eat those fattening corn flakes I eat the vodka straight
Drink, drink, everyone drink It's not as bad as we used to think With every Manhattan Your stomach will flatten So drink, drink, drink
The Air Force invented this diet A fact which they hotly deny Of course they'd deny it 'Cause this is the diet That got the Air Force high For lunch you can have three martinis What better lunch is there than that? But caution: do not eat the olives 'Cause olives make you fat
Drink, drink, everyone drink It's not as bad as we used to think If pounds you would burn off Then turn on your Smirnoff And drink, drink, drink
For dinner a nice scotch and soda Now that oughta help you to lose No whipped cream, no butter Just lay in the gutter And booze, booze, booze Suppose you should meet a policeman Who says you've been quenching your thirst? You just tell him it's physical fitness And health comes first!
Drink [hic] drink [hic] booze everywhere Pass that decan'er of bourbon, there I'm fatter than ever But here's what's so clever It's I... Don't... Care...!!!
Carta Para Mi Desde El 2086 Performer(s): Fito Paez
Me puse la ropa no supe que hacer como Julio Sosa cien años después
Arreglé mis cosas fui hasta el cabaret fui, cante Malena no recuerdo bien
Y allí mismo en el mismo lugar del amor voy tratando de estar con mi corazón ya pasaron las bombas el hambre y el tren aquí en Baires las cosas no marchan bien
A gente faz hora, faz fila na vila do meio-dia Pra ver Maria A gente almoça e só se coça e se roça e só se vicia A porta dela não tem tramela A janela é sem gelosia Nem desconfia Ai, a primeira festa, a primeira festa, o primeiro amor
Na hora certa, a casa aberta, o pijama aberta, a família A armadilha A mesa posta de peixe, deixe um cheirinho da sua filha Ela vive parada no sucesso do rádio de pilha Que maravilha Ai, o primeiro copo, o primeiro copo, o primeiro amor
Vê passar ela, como dança, balança, avança e recua A gente sua A roupa suja de cuja se lava no meio da rua Despudorada, dada, à danada agrada andar seminua E continua Ai, a primeira dama, o primeiro drama, o primeiro amor
Carlos amava Dora que amava Lia que amava Léa que amava Paulo Que amava Juca que amava Dora que amava Carlos que amava Dora Que amava Rita que amava Dito que amava Rita que amava Dito que amava Rita que amava Carlos amava Dora que amava Pedro que amava tanto que amava a filha que amava Carlos que amava Dora que amava toda a quadrilha
The Drifter Composer(s): Paul Williams - Roger Nichols Performer(s): Steve Lawrence
Once again There's a feeling inside of me Nothing new I've felt it before Like the voice of hunger Inside of me crying out There's got to be more
I'll put my faith In the arms of an open road And you can come along If you choose
'Cause there's places That I've never been to Sunsets to be ridden into Not a lot I can do But give in to the drifter There's a drifter in me
Though I've tried it I'm just not a settler And nine to five Don't make it with me Why deny it It makes me feel better To come alive And prove that I'm free
I wear no chains And I carry no heavy load So much to gain And nothing to lose
'Cause there's places That I've never been to Sunsets to be ridden into Not a lot I can do But give in to the drifter There's a drifter in me
Carta De Un León A Otro
Composer(s): Chico Novarro
Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto; Lissette; Julia Zenko
Perdón, hermano mio, si te digo que ganas de escribirte no he tenido No se si es el encierro no se si es la comida o el tiempo que ya llevo en esta vida
Lo cierto es que el zoológico deprime y el mal no se redime con cariño si no es por esos niños que acercan su alegria sería más amargo, todavía
A ti te irá mejor, espero viajando por el mundo entero aunque el domador, según me cuentas te obligue a trabajar mas de la cuenta Tu tienes que entender, hermano que el alma tiene de villano al no poder mandar a quien quisieran descartan su poder sobre las fieras Muchos humanos, son importantes silla mediante, látigo en mano
Pero volviendo a mí, nada ha cambiado aqui desde que fuimos separados hay algo, sin embargo que noto entre la gente parece que miraran diferente
Sus ojos han perdido algún destello como si fueran ellos los cautivos yo se lo que te digo apuesta lo que quieras que afuera tienen miles de problemas
Caimos en la selva, hermano y mira en que piadosas manos su aire está viciado de humo y muerte y quién anticipar puede su suerte Volver a la naturaleza sería su mayor riqueza allí podrán amarse libremente y no hay ningún zoológico de gente
Ciudate hermano, yo no se cuando Pero ese dia, viene llegando
Real world real world real real real world Real world real world real real world World world world world real real real world World world world world real real world
The Dream I Had Last Night Composer(s): Cardigan - Brennan - Story
Have you ever discovered the reason why The moment you close your sleepy eye there's something always comes and sets you dreaming And you think you're the son of a millionaire And you're the sole surviving heir And how to spend his money you are scheming Last night I fell asleep upon the hay pile And in the mean-while This hay pile went floating thru the air To a place I don't know where But I saw a world of wonders there
Did you ever wake up with a funny grin And sit with your hands up on your chin and wish that you were back again in Dream land In that wonderful land when you're in so strong Where all is right and nothing's wrong And everybody's giving you the glad hand When I'm asleep I like to dream of money Now ain't it funny how money will follow you it seems When you're wrap'd in idle dreams But it leaves you when the morning beams
I was the guest of honor of a millionaire Kings were there a swell affair Rulers of every land were waiting in a row to hand me all their dough All of a sudden things began to fade away And what I saw gave me an awful fright I was all alone in swimmin' with a hundred thousand women That's the dream I had last night.
I was the guest of honor of a millionaire Kings were there a swell affair Rulers of every land were waiting in a row to hand me all their dough All of a sudden things began to fade away And what I saw gave me an awful fright I was perched upon a steeple throwing money to the people That's the dream I had last night
Carta Ao Tom 74
Composer(s): Vinícius de Moraes - Toquinho
Performer(s): Vinícius de Moraes
and multiple other artists
Rua Nascimento Silva cento e sete Você ensinando pra Elizeth As canções de cancão,do amor demais Ipanema era só felicidade
Era como se o amor doesse em paz Nossa famosa garota Nem sabia a que ponto a cidade turvaria Esse rio de amor que se perdeu Mesmo a tristeza da gente era mais bela
E além disso se via da janela Um cantinho do céu e o Redentor É meu amigo só resta uma certeza É preciso acabar com essa tristeza É preciso inventar de novo o amor
Rua Nascimento Silva cento e sete Eu saio correndo do pivete Tentando alcançar o elevador Minha janela não passa de um quadrado
A gente só vê Sérgio Dourado Onde antes se via o Redentor É meu amigo só resta uma certeza É preciso acabar com a natureza É melhor lotear o nosso amor
As I walked down to Bishop Street I met a girl with a smile so sweet Now she was young and pretty, too And on a string, she walked With a thing called a Floobie Doobie Doo
Oh, a Floobie Doobie Doo Now what is that? It ain't no dog and it ain't no cat It's nine feet tall with eyes of blue I never seen such a thing As a thing called a Floobie Doobie Doo
It had one tooth and five purple toes Sixteen elbows and a twelve foot nose You'll never see one in the zoo I mean a thing like a thing On a string called a Floobie Doobie Doo
I told that girl "Lemme take you home ... And maybe we can be alone" (Ha - ha, Ha - ha) She said, "I'd love to go home with you But I'd have to bring my thing On a string called a Floobie Doobie Doo"
Well, I took her home that very night We talked a while and I dimmed the light She cuddled close and the next thing I knew Just as soon as it seen us In between us jumped the Floobie Doobie Doo!
It stayed all night It stayed all year I never got to hold her near I said "Sweet Baby, I wanna cling to you But you wanna cling to a thing On a string called a Floobie Doobie Doo"
Oh, a Floobie Doobie Doo Now what is that? It ain't no dog, it ain't no cow and it ain't no cat It's nine feet tall with eyes of blue You just can't swing with a thing On a string called a Floobie Doobie Doo
Well, she cried a cry She wiped her eye She said, "Farewell, so long, goodbye For though I love you, yes I do I can't reveal the love that I feel for the Floobie Doobie Doo!"
I never see her anymore She never knocks upon my door And every night alone and blue I sit and I swing about a string on a thing I mean I sit and I think about a swing on a thing I mean I sit and I sing about a thing On a string called a Floobie Doobie Doo!
Dream Composer(s): Walter Bullock - Samuel Pokrass Performer(s): Shirley Temple
Your highness please forgive me But something has gone amiss There is an angry woman outside To report a stolen kiss
Tell her she must go away Come around some other day I have told her, but she won't You must see her, if you don't She'll scream her head off Tell her to hush She won't be hushed Then tell her to shush I'm afraid she won't be shushed
I won't be shushed, I won't be hushed I know my rights, I know the law And I know also what I saw What did you see I saw him You saw who, I mean whom I saw that lad steal a kiss From that shameless little miss
Don't be fooled by all their shyness Their a wicked pair your highness There's a law I understand Against kissing in this land There is a law that reads like this No one is to steal a kiss
Ah but Princess I've a feeling This is not a case of stealing Silence fool, I know the law What I say I saw I saw What I saw She's on a see-saw I saw you saw he saw she saw On a see saw on a see saw I saw you saw he saw she saw
What she tells us may be true And if it is what can we do If you ask me we should listen To the lad who did the kissin'
I object t'would not be wise He would only tell you lies Let him speak, come lad this way Now then what have you to say
Please your highness, I confess When I saw such loveliness It was too much to resist I just thought she should be kissed So I kissed her, kissed her twice It was very very nice So he kissed her, kissed her twice It was very very nice
There you see, he broke the law What I say I saw I saw Please don't start all that again But he stole a kiss that's plain Yes it looks as if its true And I'll have to punish you
No please, let me say a word It is not the way you heard Please, he did not steal a kiss I gave it to him, just like this
There you see, I had a feeling This was not a case of stealing I'm not sure, its not quite plain Could I see that kiss again
You were right, I have a feeling This was not a case of stealing Right the law has been abused This lad has falsely been accused He is hers and she is his'n That old witch should go to prison
Your a very wicked woman Princess I am only human Listen to the old grand mommy Your a nasty peeping tommy
Banish her from here forever Never show your face here never Banish her from here forever Never show your face here never What I say I saw I saw I know my rights, I know the law
Come, and sit beside me here Your kiss has made things very clear Thank you Princess Don't thank me It was that kiss that set you free
Now we're through with this arrangement Let us have some entertainment Bring the dancers bring the singers Bring the good old welting ringers
The new ballerina, she pleases you She's a very good dancer She looks familiar too!
Querido New York tu vas a perdonar lo que voy a decir existe un lugar tan lejano de ti que no puedo olvidar y salgo a caminar como una sombra que va sola en el viento es mi corazón, amarrado está a un viejo puerto Perdóname New York Perdona esta canción que me hace recordar...
Veo la ciudad desde un alto balcón casi en el cielo Puedo divisar en el fondo de mí un sentimiento El que me hace volar mas allá del neón y del cemento El que me hace soñar con mi vieja ciudad de mar y cerro Perdóname New York Perdona esta canción que me hace recordar...
Querido New York mis huesos y mi voz están contigo Y mi corazón alejándose va, no está conmigo Perdóname New York Perdona esta canción que me hace recordar
Perdóname New York Perdona esta canción Que me hace recordar...
Floating Down The River ('Cause It's Moonlight Now In Dixieland)
Floating Down The River ('Cause It's Moonlight Now In Dixieland) Composer(s): Roger Lewis; James White
Choo! Choo! Choo! Come on, Sue Here comes that old sidewheeler Down the river; Choo! Choo! Choo! Come on, do A good time for me and you Now the boat is stoppin', see the gang plank droppin' Hear the music poppin', all the darkies hoppin' Beautiful night time, this is the right time Come with me
Choo! Choo! Choo! Look there, Sue Who's that I see a hailin' From the railin' Choo! Choo! Choo! Look! it's Lou She's going to join us, too You must hurry Susan, think of time you're losin' Don't you be refusin', good time I am choosin' I'm goin' to take you, I'm goin' to make you Come with me
Floatin' down the river, floatin' down the river In the evenin' by the bright moonlight These are good times that are ne'er forgotten When the shores are snowy white with cotton To the banjos strummin', we will all be hummin' Honey, let me take you by the hand I'm goin', I'm goin' Floatin' down the river, floatin' down the river 'Cause it's moonlight now in Dixieland
Down And Out Blues Composer(s): Sam Mayo Performer(s): Jimmy Messene; Lem Fowler
Got the blues, got the blues Ive got a lonesome down and out blues
When youre tired, lonesome Walking around the town And the rain comes uninvited in your shoes What are you going to say What are you going to do Sing the down and out blues
All you possess in this great big world Is an appetite that youre trying your best to lose What are you going to say What are you going to do Sing the down and out blues
When your dreams and schemes have gone astray And your pals and gals have left you on your own Laugh and the world laughs with you Weep and you weep alone
What can you do, where can you go to Beggars cannot choose Tired, lonesome Walking around the town Singing the down and out blues
When your dreams and schemes have gone astray And your pals and gals have left you on your own Laugh and the world laughs with you Weep and you weep alone
What can you do, where can you go to Beggars, beggars cannot choose Tired, lonesome Walking around the town Singing the down and out blues Singing the down and out blues
Carta A Mis Amigos
Composer(s): Victor Heredia
Performer(s): Victor Heredia
Hoy vuelvo a recordar la dulce adolescencia los senderos perdidos de mi pueblo pequeño Vuelvo a sentir las voces de mis viejos amigos que se han quedado lejos en un rincón del tiempo Siento en la piel el viento y el sol de los domingos cuando nos encontrábamos a la orilla del río Eran las ilusiones como globos etéreos y una aventura hermosa la de vivir la vida pero la vida es puro inmenso cielo abierto y hubo de separarnos por distintos caminos Les escribo esta carta desde un lugar cualquiera desde un pueblo cualquiera que se parece al nuestro desde un bar que podría ser nuestro bar de siempre desde un rincón del alma amigos les escribo... Porque quiero que sepan que siempre están conmigo en el cordaje tosco de mi pobre guitarra cabalgando en el viento de una ciudad cualquiera que siempre están conmigo mis amigos...
