Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Greatest Love Of All Composer(s): Michael Masser - Linda Creed First release by: George Benson - 1977 Covered by multiple other artists
I believe the children are our future Teach them well and let them lead the way Show them all the beauty they posses inside Give them a sense of pride to make it easier Let the children's laughter remind us how we used to be
Everybody seaching for a hero People need someone to look up to I never found anyone who fulfilled my needs A lonely place to be, so I learned to depend on me
I decided long ago never to walk in anyone's shadow If I failed, if I succeed, at least I lived as I believed No matter what they take from me they can't take away my dignity
Because the greatest Love of all is happening to me I found the greatest love of all inside of me
The greatest love of all Is easy to achieve learning to love yourself it is the greatest love of all
And if by chance that special place that you've been dreaming of Leads you to a lonely place find you strength
Dat Soort Volk ((aka Dit Slag Volk ((Herman van Veen) - 1970)) ((Adapted from: Ces Gens-Là (Jacques Brel) - 1966)) Composer(s): Jacques Brel - Ernst van Altena Performer(s): Liesbeth List - 1969
Versions In Other Languages: 1971 - Che Bella Gente (Giorgio Gaber) 2001 - People Such As These (The Walkabouts) 2002 - Quelli Là (Duilio Del Prete)
Je hebt je hebt de oudste broer Zo'n vale, kale vent Stom als een mallemoer Die z'n eigen naam niet kent Die drinkt zoveel, meneer En die is zo vaak lam Dat 'ie zo ongeveer Niet ene moer meer kan Hij is volslagen maf Maar vindt zichzelf een heer Hij is elke avond zat Van wijn als kattepis En 's morgens zit 'ie mat Te maffen in de mis Stijf als een eiken bint Als 'n altaarkaars zo geel Hij stottert als een kind En hij is ook nog scheel Zeg nou zelf, meneer Dat soort volk, meneer Denkt niet na, meneer Dat denkt niet na Dat bidt
En dan die andere broer: Z'n peenhaar heeft misschien Nog nooit een kam gezien En hij 's vals als een hoer Al geeft 'ie de armen dan De hemden van z'n gat Hij is getrouwd met An Zo'n meisje uit de stad Nou ja een andere stad Maar da's hem niet genoeg Hij scharrelt heel wat af Met actetas en das Dophoed en winterjas In z'n opgepoetste Daf Hij doet graag reuze sjiek Maar is het voor geen cent: Nou, als je 'n stuiver bent Speel dan niet voor een piek! Zeg nou zelf, meneer Dat soort volk, meneer Leeft niet echt, meneer Dat leeft niet echt Dat knoeit
En dan de rest van 't stel: De moeder die stom lacht Of raaskalt als de hel Daarboven dag en nacht Besnord, bebaard, verstard Papa's vergeeld portret Hij stierf aan een zwak hart Bij 'n vreemde vrouw in bed Nu kijkt hij hoe z'n schaar Slurpt van de koude pap Dat gaat daar dan van schlppp Dat gaat daar dan van schlppp En die stokouwe vrouw Die altijd trilt en beeft Ze denken: sterf maar gauw Omdat zij centen heeft Ze zijn niet eens meer stil Als zij wat zeggen wil Zeg nou zelf, meneer Dat soort volk, meneer Praat nooit echt, meneer Dat praat nooit echt Dat telt
En dan en dan en dan is er nog Jan Blij als een lentewei En hij houdt echt van mij Zoals ik hou van Jan En Jan zegt vaak: ik zal Een huis gaan bouwen, meid Met ramen overal En kamers, groot en wijd Daarin ga ik met jou Fijn wonen, zal je zien En al is 't nog niet gauw Het komt toch wel misschien Want de anderen willen 't niet De anderen willen 't niet Die zeggen strijk en zet: Jan is te goed voor jou: Ze vinden mij maar net Een kattemeppersvrouw 'k Heb nooit een kat gevild Of 't moet lang geleden zijn Of 'k had het niet gewild Maar 't beest stonk naar azijn Nou ja, ze willen 't niet Nou ja, ze willen 't niet
Als wij elkaar soms zien (Da's dan geen toeval hoor!) Dan zegt Jan: Meid, misschien Gaan wij er wel vandoor! Dan zegt 'ie: ik loop weg En dan heel eventjes Heel eventjes maar hoor Geloof ik wat hij zegt Meneer, heel eventjes Heel eventjes maar hoor Want weet u, dat soort volk, meneer Dat loopt niet weg Dat loopt niet weg, meneer Dat loopt niet weg
Maar 't wordt al laat, meneer En ik moet echt naar huis
Greatest Composer(s): Don Schlitz Performer(s): Kenny Rogers
Little boy, in a baseball hat stands in the field with his ball and bat Says, "I am the greatest player of them all" puts his bat on his shoulder and he tosses up his ball And the ball goes up and the ball comes down swings his bat all the way around The world so still you can hear the sound, the baseball falls to the ground
Now the little boy doesn't say a word, picks up his ball, he is undeterred Says, "I am the greatest there has ever been" and he grits his teeth and he tries it again And the ball goes up and the ball comes down swings his bat all the way around The world so still you can hear the sound, the baseball falls to the ground
He makes no excuses, he shows no fear, he just closes his eyes and listens to the cheers
Little boy, he adjusts his hat, picks up his ball, stares at his bat Says, "I am the greatest, the game is on the line" and he gives his all one more time And the ball goes up and the moon so bright, swings his bat with all his might The world's as still, as still can be, the baseball falls and that's strike three
Now it's suppertime and his momma calls, little boy starts home with his bat and ball Says, "I am the greatest, that is a fact, but even I didn't know I could pitch like that!" Says, "I am the greatest, that is understood, but even I didn't know I could pitch that good!"
Ces Gens-Là
Composer(s): Jacques Brel
First release by: Jacques Brel - 1966
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1969 - Dat Soort Volk (Liesbeth List)
1970 - Dit Slag Volk (Herman van Veen)
1971 - Che Bella Gente (Giorgio Gaber)
2001 - People Such As These (The Walkabouts)
2002 - Quelli Là (Duilio Del Prete)
D'abord il y a l'aîné Lui qui est comme un melon Lui qui a un gros nez Lui qui sait plus son nom Monsieur tellement qui boit Ou tellement qu'il a bu Qui fait rien de ses dix doigts Mais lui qui n'en peut plus Lui qui est complètement cuit Et qui se prend pour le roi Qui se saoule toutes les nuits Avec du mauvais vin Mais qu'on retrouve matin Dans l'église qui roupille Raide comme une saillie Blanc comme un cierge de Pâques Et puis qui balbutie Et qui a l'il qui divague Faut vous dire Monsieur Que chez ces gens-là On ne pense pas Monsieur On ne pense pas on prie
Et puis, il y a l'autre Des carottes dans les cheveux Qu'a jamais vu un peigne Ouest méchant comme une teigne Même qu'il donnerait sa chemise A des pauvres gens heureux Qui a marié la Denise Une fille de la ville Enfin d'une autre ville Et que c'est pas fini Qui fait ses petites affaires Avec son petit chapeau Avec son petit manteau Avec sa petite auto Qu'aimerait bien avoir l'air Mais qui n'a pas l'air du tout Faut pas jouer les riches Quand on n'a pas le sou Faut vous dire Monsieur Que chez ces gens-là On ne vit pas Monsieur On ne vit pas on triche
Et puis, il y a les autres La mère qui ne dit rien Ou bien n'importe quoi Et du soir au matin Sous sa belle gueule d'apôtre Et dans son cadre en bois Il y a la moustache du père Qui est mort d'une glissade Et qui recarde son troupeau Bouffer la soupe froide Et ça fait des grands flchss Et ça fait des grands flchss Et puis il y a la toute vieille Qu'en finit pas de vibrer Et qu'on attend qu'elle crève Vu que c'est elle qu'a l'oseille Et qu'on écoute même pas Ce que ses pauvres mains racontent Faut vous dire Monsieur Que chez ces gens-là On ne cause pas Monsieur On ne cause pas on compte
Et puis et puis Et puis il y a Frida Qui est belle comme un soleil Et qui m'aime pareil Que moi j'aime Frida Même qu'on se dit souvent Qu'on aura une maison Avec des tas de fenêtres Avec presque pas de murs Et qu'on vivra dedans Et qu'il fera bon y être Et que si c'est pas sûr C'est quand même peut-être Parce que les autres veulent pas Parce que les autres veulent pas Les autres ils disent comme ça Qu'elle est trop belle pour moi Que je suis tout juste bon A égorger les chats J'ai jamais tué de chats Ou alors y a longtemps Ou bien j'ai oublié Ou ils sentaient pas bon Enfin ils ne veulent pas Parfois quand on se voit Semblant que c'est pas exprès Avec ses yeux mouillants Elle dit qu'elle partira Elle dit qu'elle me suivra Alors pour un instant Pour un instant seulement Alors moi je la crois Monsieur Pour un instant Pour un instant seulement Parce que chez ces gens-là Monsieur on ne s'en va pas On ne s'en va pas Monsieur On ne s'en va pas Mais il est tard Monsieur Il faut que je rentre chez moi
Fortunate Son French Title: Fils De Personne Composer(s): John C. Fogerty Performer(s): Creedence Clearwater Revival
Some folks are born to wave the flag Ooh, they're red, white and blue And when the band plays "Hail to the chief" Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no Yeah!
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand Lord, don't they help themselves, oh But when the taxman comes to the door Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no
Some folks inherit star spangled eyes Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord And when you ask them, "How much should we give? "Ooh, they only answer more! more! more! yoh
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, one It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no, no, no It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no, no, no
Great White Buffalo Composer(s): Ted Nugent Performer(s): Ted Nugent
Well, listen everybody to what I got to say There's hope for tomorrow Ooh, we're workin' on today Well, it happened long time ago in the new magic land The Indian and the buffalo they existed hand in hand... The Indian needed food he needed skins for a roof But he only took what they needed, baby Millions of buffalo were the proof Yeah, it's all right But then came the white man with his thick and empty head He couldn't see past the billfold he wanted all the buffalo dead It was sad... It was sad Oh yeah... yes indeed Oh yes it happened a long time ago, baby In the new magic land See, the Indian and the buffalo they existed hand in hand The Indians, they needed some food and some skins for a roof They only took what they needed, baby millions of buffalo were the proof, yeah But then came the white dogs with their thick and empty heads They couldn't see past the billfold they wanted all the buffalo dead Everything was so sad When I looked above the canyon wall some strong eyes did I see I think it's somebody comin' around to save my ass, baby I think... I think he's comin' around to save you and me Boys... I said, above the canyon wall... strong eyes did glow It was the leader of the land, baby Oh My God The Great White Buffalo... Look Out!!!! Look Out!!!!!!! Well, he got the battered herd He led 'em cross the land With the Great White Buffalo they gonna make a final stand The Great White Buffalo comin' around to make a final stand Well, look out here he comes The great white buffalo, baby The Great White Buffalo... Look out, here he comes He's doin' all right Makin' everything all right Yeah, yeah, yeah...
Ik Leef Niet Meer Voor Jou
((Adapted from: Cervo A Primavera (Riccardo Cocciante) - 1980))
Composer(s): Riccardo Cocciante - Mogol - Leo Driessen - Han Kooreneef
Performer(s): Marco Borsato - 1995
Ik leef niet meer voor jou Voorbij zijn alle jaren Waarin ik heb geloofd Dat wij gelukkig waren En nu het leven weer van mij is Mijn hart sinds lange tijd weer vrij is Ben ik zo blij dat het voorbij is, oh oh
Ik leef niet meer voor jou Je hoeft niet te proberen Om hier te blijven staan En mij te domineren Ik heb teveel moeten verduren Ik heb genoeg van al je kuren Dus is het tijd je weg te sturen oh oh oh oh oh
Ik leef niet meer voor jou Ik leef niet meer voor jou Voorbij zijn alle nachten Dat ik hier heel alleen Op jou heb zitten wachten Je hebt me keihard voorgelogen Besodemieterd en bedrogen Dus droog de tranen in je ogen Ik leef niet meer voor jou
Je hebt me keihard voorgelogen Besodemieterd en bedrogen Dus droog de tranen in je ogen Ik leef niet meer voor jou
Dus donder nou maar op Ik kan er niet meer tegen En als je weg wilt gaan Is dat alleen een zegen Te vaak heb jij mij laten zakken Ik heb genoeg van al je makken Je moet gewoon je spullen pakken ah ah ah nee ik leef niet meer voor jou
`T is voorbij Ja voorbij Voor jou Voor mij `T is voorbij
Fortuna Composer(s): Renato Zero; P. Pintucci Performer(s): Renato Zero
Di troppo amore s'impazzisce se mai... Se mai d'amore ti ubriacherai ...Ride il demonio delle tue virtù se scopre che a letto, il demonio sei tu Come mai, godi e poi...scompari? La verità, in una sporca bugia volevi il corpo e non la mente mia! Anche il coraggio ti può dire di no... Io, un'abitudine, no! Un'abitudine, no! Io finirei...fra i sensi tuoi, mi perderei!!! Lasciami qui! Lasciami qui! Lasciami qui! Lasciami ai voli miei! ...Aspetterò, aspetterò, aspetterò... finché tu dirai no! No, a chi di vivere ha paura! No, a chi amerà una volta sola! Fortuna, c'era atmosfera! Fortuna, fu una pazzia... Fortuna! Fortuna, io ci credevo! ...E mentre nascevo, io stavo morendo ma non mi arrendevo! Porta via il tempo, tutto quello che sa... Quel po' di orgoglio, la mia volontà... Catene d'oro ai desideri che ho per ritrovare un uomo o la sua ombra, non so! Come mai, mi maledici e poi, rimani! Lasciami qui! Lasciami qui! Lasciami qui! Lascia che sia così! Aspetterò, aspetterò, aspetterò... finché tu dirai, no! No! Se non conosci i sentimenti... No! Se mi regali i tuoi rimpianti! Fortuna è ridere ancora, mentre tu, te ne vai... Fortuna! Fortuna? Quale Fortuna!?!? Tenersi le mani, e giurare che poi saremmo arrivati a domani!!! Lasciami qui! Lasciami qui! Magari è giusto così!!! Un'abitudine, no! Un'abitudine, no!!! Fortuna, che tu eri vera... Fortuna...fu una pazzia... Fortuna! Sicuro! Sicuro!!! Io resterò ancora in piedi: lo giuro!!! Fortuna!!!
Cervo A Primavera
((Dutch Version: Ik Leef Niet Meer Voor Jou (Marco Borsato) - 1995))
Composer(s): Riccardo Cocciante - Mogol
First release by: Riccardo Cocciante - 1980
E io rinascerò cervo a primavera oppure diverrò gabbiano da scogliera senza più niente da scordare senza domande più da fare con uno spazio da occupare
E io rinascerò amico che mi sai capire e mi trasformerò in qualcuno che non può più fallire una pernice di montagna che vola eppur non sogna in una foglia o una castagna
E io rinascerò amico caro amico mio e mi ritroverò con penne e piume senza io senza paura di cadere intento solo a volteggiare come un eterno migratore
E io rinascerò senza complessi e frustrazioni amico mio ascolterò le sinfonie delle stagioni con un mio ruolo definito così felice di esser nato tra cielo terra e l'infinito
Fortress Around Your Heart Composer(s): Sting Performer(s): Sting; Evening Star Orch.; The London Symphony Orch.; Spectrum
Under the ruins of a walled city Crumbling towers and beams of yellow light No flags of truce, no cries of pity The siege guns had been pounding all through the night It took a day to build the city We walked through its streets in the afternoon As I returned across the field's I'd known I recognized the walls that I once made I had to stop in my tracks for fear Of walking on the mines I'd laid
And if I built this fortress around your heart Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire Then let me build a bridge For I cannot fill the chasm And let me set the battlements on fire
Then I went off to fight some battle That I'd invented inside my head Away so long for years and years You probably thought or even wished that I was dead While the armies are all sleeping Beneath the tattered flag we'd made I had to stop in my track for fear Of walking on the mines I'd laid
And if I built this fortress around your heart Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire Then let me build a bridge For I cannot fill the chasm And let me set the battlements on fire
This prison has now become your home A sentence you seem prepared to pay It took a day to build the city We walked through its streets in the afternoon As I returned across the fields where I'd once played I had to stop in my tracks for fear Of walking on the mines I'd laid
And if I built this fortress around your heart Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire Then let me build a bridge For I cannot fill the chasm And let me set the battlements on fire
The Great Smoke Off Composer(s): Shel Silverstein Performer(s): Shel Silverstein
Now in the laid back California town of sunny San Rafael Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetcake you probably knew her well She was stoned fifteen of her eighteen years And her story was widely told That she could smoke em faster than anyone could roll
Well her legend finally reached New York that grove street walk up flat Where dwelt the Calistoga Kid a beatnik from the past He'd been rolling dope since time began Now took a cultured poke and said Jim I can roll em faster than any chick can smoke
So a note gets sent to San Rafael for the championship of the world The kid demands a smoke off Well bring him on says Pearl I'll grind his fingers of his hands He'll roll until he drops Says Calistoga I'll smoke that chick till blows up and pops
So they rent out Yankee Stadium and the word is quickly spread Come one come all who walk or crawl Tickets just two lids a head And from every town and hamlet Over land and sea they speed The worlds greatest dopers with the worlds greatest weed
Hasishes from Marocco, hemp smokers from Peru And the Schasnicks from Bagon Who smoke the deadly pugaru And those who call it light of life And those that call it boo
See the dealers and their ladies Wearing turquoise lace and leather See the narcos and the closet smokers puffin all together From the teenies who smoke legal to the ones who've done some time To the old man who smoked reefer back before it was a crime
And the grand old house that Ruff built is filled with the smokes and cries of fifty screaming heads all stoned out of their minds And they play the national anthem and the crowd lets out a roar as the spotlight hits the Kid and pearl ready for their smoking war
At a table piled high with grass as high as a mountain peak just top and buds of the rarest flowers not one stem branch or seed I mean a mowie a wowie a Panama red Acapulco gold, keef from east Afghanistan and that rare Alaska cold and there's sticks from Thiland,games from the island and Bangkok's blooming best and some of that wet imported shit that capsized of Key west There's wahokin pops and Kenya burn, and Reverie flors and that rare Manhattan silver that grows down the New York sewers
And there's bubbling ice cold lemonade and sweet grapes by the bunches and there's Hershey bars and Orios in case anybody gets the munches And the calastoga kid he smiles and Pearly she just grins And the drums roll low, and the crowd yells go go go and the worlds first smoke off begins
Well the kid he flicks his fingers once sot that first joint's rolled Pearl takes one poke with her famous lungs and whoosh that roach is cold Then the kid he rolls his super bomb that would paralyze a moose and Pearl takes one mighty hip, that bombs defused And then he rolls three in just ten seconds and she smokes them up in nine And everybody sits back and says hey this just might take some time
See the blur of fling fingers see the red coal burning bright As the night turns into morning and the morning fades to night And the autumn turns to summer and a whole damn year is gone and the two still sit on that roach filled stage smoking and Rollin' with trembling hands he rolls his jays with fingers blue and stiff she coughs, and stares with blood shot gaze and puffs through blistered lips
And as she reaches out her hand for another stick of gold The Kid he gasps, "Goddamn it, bitch there's nothing' left to roll" "Nothin' left to roll?" screams Pearl "Is this some twisted joke?" "I didn't come here to fuck around, man "I come here to Smoke!" And she reaches 'cross the table and she grabs his bony sleeves And she crumbles his body between her hands like dried and brittle leaves Flicking' out his teeth and bones like useless stems and seeds Then she rolls him in a Zig Zag and lights him like a roach And the fastest man with the fastest hands goes up in a puff of smoke
In the laid-back California town of sunny San Rafael Lives a girl named Pearley Sweetcake you probably know her well She's been stoned twenty-one of her twenty-four years and the story's widely told How she still can smoke them faster
than anyone can roll
While off in New York City
on a street that has no name
There's the hands of The Calistoga Kid
in the Viper Hall of Fame
And underneath his fingers
there's a little golden scroll
That says
"Beware of Bein' the Roller
When There's Nothin' Left to Roll"
Certified Composer(s): Stuart Brower - Walter Ferguson - David James - Gary Talley Performer(s): James Cotton
Down in the yard tryin' to fix my ride Busted my knuckles and I went inside Just made it worse I tried to fix up my hand I aint much of a medicine man Alot of things that i wanna do That don't work out the way I want 'em to One thing that I do just right When it comes to love I'm certified
Yes I got my degree Doctor of love I got a PHD If you some kind of lovin' that you never tried Come to me I'm certified
Out on the job and the bossman yell Here we go again, I'm gonna catch some hell He say if you screw up one more time You'll be in the unemployment line Alot of jobs that I can do Even more I never too One place I know I'm qualified When I comes to love I'm certified
Yes I got my degree Doctor of love I got a PHD If you some kind of lovin' that you never tried Come to me I'm certified
Nothin come easy and you know that's a fact Workin for the man about to break my back 5 o'clock and the whistle blow I'm the first on out the do' You can bet I'll be headed home Don't wanna leave my woman alone One thing she says that I do just right When it come to love I'm certified
Yes I got my degree Doctor of love I got a PHD If you some kind of lovin' that you never tried I'm certified
Fortissimo Composer(s): Bruno Canfora; A. Wertmueller Performer(s): Rita Pavone; and various other artists
Pianissimo Te lo dico pianissimo Questo piccolo ciao Sottovoce Così nessuno capira'niente E tu solamente tu capirai Quanto sono innamorata di te Pianissimo Devo dirlo pianissimo Questo piccolo ciao Mi dispiace Doverti dire solo ciao Mentre in mezzo alla gente Vorrei gridare Fortissimo Che ti amo Fortissimo Che ti ami di più D'ogni cosa Al mondo amore Amo te...
The Great Rock Island Route Composer(s): J.A. Roff
From a rocky bound Atlantic, to a mild Pacific shore From a fair and sunny southland to an ice-bound Labrador There's a name of magic import and 'tis known the world throughout 'Tis a mighty corporation, called the great Rock Island Route
Now listen to the jingle, and the rumble, and the roar As she dashes thro' the woodland, and speeds along the shore See the mighty rushing engine, hear her merry bell ring out As they speed along in safety, on the "Great Rock Island Route"
All great cities of importance can be found along its way There's Chicago and Peoria and Rock Island so they say With Davenport, and westward still is Council Bluffs far out As a western termination of this Great Rock Island Route
To the great southwest another, and a mighty line they run Reaching far famed Kansas City, Leavenworth and Atchison Rich in beauty, power, and grandeur, and they owe it all no doubt To the fact that they are stations, on the Great Rock Island Route
There's the "Northern Route," a daisy as you all can plainly see To St. Paul, and Minneapolis, 'tis the famous "Albert Lea" To the lakes of Minnesota, and all points there 'round about Reached directly by no other, than the "Great Rock Island Route"
Now let music soft and tender, in its mystic power reveal Praises to the "Great Rock Island," that the heart can only feel And to swell the mighty chorus--comes the glad re-echoing shout That for safety, time and comfort, take the "Great Rock Island Route"
Now listen to the jingle, and the rumble, and the roar As she dashes thro' the woodland, and speeds along the shore See the mighty rushing engine, hear her merry bell ring out As they speed along in safety, on the "Great Rock Island Route"
Takin' It To The Streets Composer(s): Michael McDonald First release by: The Doobie Brothers - 1976 Covered by multiple other artists
You don't know me but I'm your brother I was raised here in this living hell You don't know my kind in your world Fairly soon the time will tell You, telling me the things you're gonna do for me I ain't blind and I don't like what I think I see
Takin' it to the streets Takin' it to the streets Takin' it to the streets Takin' it to the streets
Take this message to my brother You will find him everywhere Wherever people live together Tied in poverty's despair You, telling me the things you're gonna do for me I ain't blind and I don't like what I think I see
Takin' it to the streets Takin' it to the streets Takin' it to the streets Takin' it to the streets
The Great Pretender Composer(s): Buck Ram First release by: The Platters - 1955 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1957 - Kun En Drømmer (Grethe & Jørgen Ingmann) 1975 - Jeg Har Kun Tre Tænder (Bamses Venner) 1984 - Mon Regret Le Plus Tendre (Dave) 1984 - Il Cantante Folle (Adriano Celentano)
Oh-oh, yes I'm the great pretender Pretending that I'm doing well My need is such I pretend too much I'm lonely but no one can tell
Oh-oh, yes I'm the great pretender Adrift in a world of my own I've played the game but to my real shame You've left me to grieve all alone
Too real is this feeling of make-believe Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal
Yes I'm the great pretender Just laughing and gay like a clown I seem to be what I'm not, you see I'm wearing my heart like a crown Pretending that you're still around
Too real is this feeling of make-believe Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal
Yes I'm the great pretender Just laughing and gay like a clown I seem to be what I'm not, you see I'm wearing my heart like a crown Pretending that you're still around
Anak Composer(s): Freddie Anguilar Performer(s): Freddie Anguilar
Nang isilang ka sa mundong ito Laking tuwa ng magulang mo At ang kamay nila ang iyong ilaw At ang nanay at tatay mo'y Di malaman ang gagawin Minamasdan pati pagtulog mo At sa gabi'y napupuyat ang iyong nanay Sa pagtimpla ng gatas mo At sa umaga nama'y kalong ka Ng iyong amang tuwang-tuwa sa iyo
Ngayon nga ay malaki ka na Nais mo'y maging malaya Di man sila payag Walang magagawa Ikaw nga ay biglang nagbago Naging matigas ang iyong ulo
At ang payo nila'y sinuway mo Di mo man lang inisip na Ang kanilang ginagawa'y para sa iyo Pagkat ang nais mo'y Masunod ang layaw mo Di mo sila pinapansin
Nagdaan pa ang mga araw At ang landas mo'y naligaw Ikaw ay nalulong sa masamang bisyo At ang una mong nilapitan Ang iyong inang lumuluha At ang tanong,"anak, ba't ka nagkaganyan" At ang iyong mata'y biglang lumuha ng di mo pinapansin Nagsisisi at sa isip mo'y Nalaman mong ika'y nagkamali Nagsisisi at sa isip mo'y Nalaman mong ika'y nagkamali Nagsisisi at sa isip mo'y Nalaman mong ika'y nagkamali Nagsisisi at sa isip mo'y Nalaman mong ika'y nagkamali
