Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The World Needs A Melody Composer(s): Red Lane - Larry Henley - Johnny Slate Performer(s): George Jones & Tammy Wynette
The world needs a tune it can hum hmm mmm the world needs a guitar it can strum The world needs a melody it can sing sing sing sing now let's all sing together In the sweet bye and bye we shall meet on that beautiful shore together The world needs a bell it can chime chime chime chime The world needs a drum to keep the time The world needs a melody it can sing sing sing sing now let's all sing together We'll fly away O'Glory we'll fly away together The world needs a reason to clap it hands
The world needs a leader for its band The world needs a melody that it can sing sing sing sing now let's all sing together Give us that old time religion give us that old time religion hmm hmm together In the sweet bye and bye give us that old time religion In the sweet bye and bye give us that old time religion
The world needs a melody that it can sing sing sing sing together together together
Como Um Samba De Adeus Composer(s): Chico Buarque - Caetano Veloso Performer(s): Gal Costa
Quanto tempo Mina dágua do meu canto Manso Piano e voz Vento Campo Dentro Antro Onde reside o lamento Preto Da minha voz Tanto Tempo Como nunca mais, eu penso Como samba de adeus Com que jeito acenar O meu lenço Branco Quanto tempo Pode durar um espanto Onde lançar a voz Tempo Tanto
H.O. Composer(s): J.L. Borges; Pedro Aznar Performer(s): Pedro Aznar
En cierta calle hay cierta firme puerta Con su timbre y su número preciso Y un sabor a perdido paraíso, Que en los atardeceres no está abierta A mi paso Cumplida la jornada Una esperada voz me esperaría En la disgregación de cada día Y en la paz de la noche enamorada Esas cosas no son Otra es mi suerte Las vagas horas, la memoria impura El abuso de la literatura Y en el confín la no gustada muerte Sólo esa piedra quiero Sólo pido Las dos abstractas fechas y el olvido
The World Is Waiting For The Sunrise Composer(s): Eugene Lockhart - Ernest Seitz Performer(s): Isham Jones and multiple other artists
Dear one, the world is waiting for the sunrise Ev'ry rose is covered with dew And while the world is waiting for the sunrise And my heart is calling you
Dear one, the world is waiting for the sunrise Every little rose bud is covered with dew And my heart is calling you The thrush on high his sleepy mate is calling And my heart is calling you
Como Un Lobo
Composer(s): Giorgio Vanni - Michael Ogletree - Miguel Bosé
Performer(s): Miguel Bosé
and multiple other artists
Parece que El miedo ha conquistado tus ojos negros profundos y templados ¿Qué va a ser de tí? ¿qué va a ser de tí? Panteras son vigilan mi destierro me he condenado y en ellos yo me encierro ¿Qué va a ser de mí? ¿qué va a ser de mí? Miénteme y dí que no estoy loco Miénteme y dí que sólo un poco quién teme ... quién teme dí... si yo me pierdo Mi corazón salvaje y estepario lamo poemas caídos de tus labios ¿Que va a ser de mí? ¿que va a ser de tí? Tu pecho es tan cruel como bendito tu cuerpo en fin Babel y laberinto ¿Qué va a ser de mí? ¿qué va a ser de tí? Miénteme y dí que no estoy loco Miénteme y dí que sólo un poco Miénteme y dí que no estoy loco Miénteme y dí... Mil años pasarán y el duende de tu nombre de luna en luna irá aullando fuerte woh! woh! woh! Miénteme y dí que no estoy loco Miénteme y dí que sólo un poco Y como un lobo voy detras de tí paso a paso tu huella he de seguir y como un lobo voy detras de tí paso a paso... paso a paso...
(Hey Won't You Play) Another Somebody Done Somebody Wrong Song
(Hey Won't You Play) Another Somebody Done Somebody Wrong Song Composer(s): Chips Moman; Larry Butler Performer(s): B.J. Thomas; and various other artists
It's lonely out tonight And the feelin' just got right For a brand new love song Somebody done somebody wrong song
Hey, wontcha play another Somebody done somebody wrong song And make me feel at home While I miss my baby, While I miss my baby
So please play for me a sad melody So sad that it makes everybody cry-y-y-y A real hurtin' song about a love that's gone wrong 'Cause I don't want to cry all alone
Hey, wontcha play another Somebody done somebody wrong song And make me feel at home While I miss my baby, While I miss my baby
(Instrumental Break)
So please play for me a sad melody So sad that it makes everybody cry-y-y-y A real hurtin' song about a love that's gone wrong 'Cause I don't want to cry all alone
Hey, wontcha play another Somebody done somebody wrong song And make me feel at home While I miss my baby, While I miss my baby
(Hey) wontcha play (wontcha play) another Somebody done somebody wrong song And make me feel at home While I miss my baby, While I miss my baby
(Hey) wontcha play (wontcha play) another Somebody done
Fade
Somebody wrong song And make me feel at home While I miss my baby While I miss my baby
The World Is A Ghetto Composer(s): Howard Scott - B.B. Dickerson - Lonnie Jordan - Harold Brown - Papa Dee Allen - Charles Miller - Lee Oskar First release by: War - 1972 Covered by multiple other artists
Walkin' down the street, smoggy-eyed Looking at the sky, starry-eyed Searchin' for the place, weary-eyed Crying in the night, teary-eyed
Don't you know that it's true That for me and for you The world is a ghetto
Don't you know that it's true That for me and for you The world is a ghetto
Wonder when I'll find paradise Somewhere there's a home sweet and nice Wonder if I'll find happiness Never give it up now I guess
Don't you know that it's true That for me and for you The world is a ghetto
Don't you know that it's true That for me and for you The world is a ghetto
There's no need to search anywhere Happiness is here, have your share If you know you're loved, be secure Paradise is love to be sure
Don't you know that it's true That for me and for you The world is a ghetto
Don't you know that it's true That for me and for you The world is a ghetto
Don't you know that it's true That for me and for you The world is a ghetto
Don't you know that it's true That for me and for you The world is a ghetto
(The world is a ghetto) (The world is a ghetto) (The world is a ghetto) (The world is a ghetto) (The world is a ghetto) (The world is a ghetto) (The world is a ghetto) (The world is a ghetto) (The world is a ghetto) (The world is a ghetto) (The world is a ghetto) (The world is a ghetto) (The world is a ghetto) (The world is a ghetto) (The world is a ghetto) (The world is a ghetto) (The world is a ghetto) (The world is a ghetto) (The world is a ghetto) (The world is a ghetto) (The world is a ghetto)...
Como Un Gondolier Composer(s): M. De la Calva; R. Arcusa; Miguel Gallardo; C. Toro Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo
Mi vida se parece, al alma de Venecia y al corazón de un gondolier viendo pasar amores, que quisiera alcanzarlos y que quizás jamás tendré Regalando a la noche, y a los enamorados mi vida en cada canción envidiando en el fondo, a esos locos amantes que se dan todo por amor Así vivo yo, y así viviré velando en silencio, amores ajenos como un gondolier Así vivo yo, y así seguiré creando en el fondo, sueños para otros como un gondolier Navego por canales, en góndolas de plata que inventa mi imaginación cantando a las parejas, historias de sus vidas escritas con el corazón A cambio tengo todo, o al menos no me quejo pero lo tengo que pagar la vida no perdona, te empuja hasta la cima a cambio de la soledad Así vivo yo, y así viviré velando en silencio, amores ajenos como un gondolier Así vivo yo, y así seguiré creando en el fondo, sueños para otros como un gondolier Así vivo yo, y así viviré velando en silencio, amores ajenos como un gondolier Así vivo yo, y así seguiré creando en el fondo, sueños para otros como un gondolier
Habanera Composer(s): Georges Bizet Performer(s): Nathalie Choquette;
and various other artists
L'Amour est un oiseau rebelle Que nul ne peut apprivoiser Et c'est bien en vain qu'on l'appelle S'il lui convient de refuser Rien n'y fait, menace ou prière L'un parle bien, l'autre se tait Et c'est l'autre que je préfère Il n'a rien dit; mais il me tient L'Amour est un oiseau rebelle L'Amour Que nul ne peut apprivoiser L'Amour Et c'est bien en vain qu'on l'appelle L'Amour S'il lui convient de refuser L'Amour L'Amour est enfant de Bohême Il n'a jamais, jamais connu de loi Si tu ne m'aime pas, je t'aime Si je t'aime, prend garde à toi! (Prends garde à toi) Si tu ne m'aime pas si tu ne m'aimes pas je t'aime (Prends garde à toi) Mais si je t'aime si je t'aime prends garde à toi!
The World I Used To Know Composer(s): Rod McKuen Performer(s): The Kingston Trio and multiple other artists
Some day some old familiar rain will come along and know my name And then my shelter will be gone and I'll have to move along But 'till I do I'll stay awhile and track the hidden country of your smile
Some day the man I use to be will come along and call on me And then because I'm just a man, you'll find my feet are made of sand But 'till that time I'll tell you lies and charter hidden bound'ries of your eyes
Some day the world I use to know will come along and bid me go Then I'll be leaving you behind for love is just a state of mind But 'till that day I'll be your man and love away your troubles if I can And 'till that day I'll be your man and love away your troubles if I can
Me voy, porque no soy, como tu quieres me siguen demasiado las mujeres tratando de envolverme en sus quereres
Me voy, porque no puedo vivir a tu manera mi alma se siente prisionera, al ver que tu te encelas con cualquiera
Pero no quiere decir, que no eres primero aquí en mi alma primero aquí en mi ser, y también en mi corazón No podré, no podré, volver contigo, como tu quieres
Me voy, porque no puedo vivir, con tus reproches me siento tan culpable por las noches, al ver que tu no me perdonas, eyyy
Pero no quiere decir, que no eres primero aquí en mi alma primero aquí en mi ser, y también en mi corazón No podré, no podré, volver contigo, como tu quieres
Me voy, porque no soy, como tu quieres me siguen demasiado las mujeres tratando de envolverme en sus quereres y por eso me voy, eyyy y por eso me voy, mmm y por eso me voy, eyyy, eyyyy me voy....
(Hep! Hep!) The Jumpin' Jive (aka The Jumpin' Jive)
Composer(s): Cab Calloway - Fred Froeba - Jack Palmer
First recording: Lionel Hampton & His Orch. - 1939
Covered by multiple other artists
Hep-hep!
De-boodle-de-ack, de-boodle-de-ackasaki!
Hep-hep!
Oh, rang-tang, te-dah-dah
Hep-hep!
Gonna tell you 'bout the jumpin' jive
Hep-hep!
Jim, jam, jump, the jumpin' jive
Hep-hep!
Cats gonna beat out this mellow jive
Hep-hep!
Beat it out on the mellow side
Boy?
Whatcha gonna say there, gate?
Oh, boy!
Whatcha gonna say there, gate?
Palomar, Shalomar, Swanee shore
Let me dig that jive once more
Boy!
Lay it right on down to the gator
Oh, boy!
Lay it flat as a gator
Now, can't you hear those hepcats call
Yeah!
Come on, boys, let's have a ball!
The jim, jam, jump on the jumpin' jive
Makes you dig your jive on the mellow side
Hep-hep!
Hep-hep!
The jim, jam, jump is the solid jive
Makes you nine foot tall when you're four foot five
Hep-hep!
Hep-hep!
Now, don't you be that ickeroo
Get hep, come on and follow through
Then you get your steady foo
You make the joint jump like the gators do
The jim, jam, jump on the jumpin' jive
Makes you like your eggs on the Jersey side
Hep-hep!
Hep-hep!
The jim, jam, jumpin' jive
Makes you hep-hep on the mellow side!
Hep-hep!
Hep-hep!
Hep-hep!
Hep-hep!
The jim, jam, jump on the jumpin' jive
Will make you dig your jive on the mellow side
Hep-hep!
Hep-hep!
The jim, jam, jump, the solid jive
Makes you nine foot tall when you're four foot five
Hep-hep!
Hep-hep!
Now, don't you be that ickeroo
Get hep, come on and follow through
Then you get your steady foo
You make the joint jump like the gators do
The jim, jam, jump on the jumpin' jive
Makes you like your eggs on the Jersey side
Hep-hep!
Hep-hep!
The jim, jam, jumpin' jive
Makes you hep-hep on the mellow side
Hep-hep!
Hep-hep!
Now, I've told you 'bout the jumpin' jive
The jim, jam, jump, the jumpin' jive
I know you dug this mellow jive
Oh, you dig it on the mellow side
The Working Man Composer(s): John C. Fogerty Performer(s): Creedence Clearwater Revival
Well, I was born on a Sunday; On Thursday I had me a job I was born on a Sunday; By Thursday I was workin' out on the job I ain't never had no day off since I learned right from wrong
Mama said I was bad, I did something to her head Mama said I was bad, I did something to her head And poppa threw me out, ooh, said, "I gotta earn my own way"
I ain't never been in trouble I ain't got the time I don't mess around with magic, child What I got is mine
Whatever you say, Lord, well, that's what I'm gonna do Whatever you say, well, that's what I'm gonna do 'Cause I'm the Working Man, Lord, and I do the job for you
I ain't never been in trouble I ain't got the time I don't mess around with magic, child What I got is mine
Every Friday, well, that's when I get paid Don't take me on Friday, Lord, 'cause that's when I get paid Let me die on Saturday night, ooh, before Sunday gets my head
Si yo nací... como todos nacemos llorando, llorando si yo crecí... como todos crecemos jugando, jugando si yo viví como todos soñando, soñando y conseguí lo que tengo luchando, luchando
Por qué no puedo encontrar un amor como tú o como aquel si yo soy igual por qué no puedo obtener felicidad por qué no puedo encontrar un amor como tú o como aquel si yo soy igual
Si yo nací... como todos nacemos llorando, llorando si yo crecí... como todos crecemos jugando, jugando si yo viví como todos soñando, soñando y conseguí lo que tengo luchando, luchando
Por qué no puedo encontrar un amor como tú o como aquel si yo soy igual por qué no puedo obtener felicidad Por qué no puedo encontrar un amor como tú o como aquel si yo soy igual
The Work Song Composer(s): Kate McGarrigle Performer(s): Maria Muldaur
Back before the blues were blues When the good old songs were new Songs that may no longer please us 'Bout the darkies, A-bout Jesus Mississippi minstrels, the color of molasses Strumming on their banjos to entertain their massahs Some said garbage, some said art You couldn't call it soul You had to call it heart
Backs broke bending digging holes to plant the seeds The owners ate the cane and the workers ate the weeds Put mud in the stove and water in the cup You work so hard you died standing up
Yo hablo sencillo como todo el mundo Puedo repetir si hay alguien que no ha entendido bien
Me gusta enamorarme, y, como todo el mundo, salgo por la puerta que da al fondo de las casas Procuro no pisar flores cruzo por las esquinas de la calle y saludo si me quieren saludar No tengo aún despertador, pero ya lo tendré -mientras que me despierten los vecinos- Debajo de la almohada no escondo armas de hielo que ni en sueños he aprendido a disparar
Yo hablo sencillo, como todo el mundo Puedo repetir si hay alguien que no ha entendido bien
Me gusta casablanca, tambien el chocolate y fumar cuando termino de comer Me gusta la cerveza fría, que no haya ruido si trabajo y aún me gustaría patinar Prefiero andar en ropa de la calle, porque así puedo juntarme a las aceras mejor Me gustan las peliculas de Bergman los poemas de Vallejo y las canciones de Pablo Milanés
Yo hablo sencillo, como todo el mundo Puedo repetir si hay alguien que no ha entendido bien
Room At The Cross For You Composer(s): Ira F. Stanphill Performer(s): The Cathedrals; Randy Travis
The cross upon which Jesus died Is a shelter in which we can hide And its grace so free is sufficient for me And deep is its fountain as wide as the sea
There's room at the cross for you There's room at the cross for you Tho millions have come There's still room for one Yes, there's room at the cross for you
Tho millions have found Him a friend And have turned from the sins they have sinned The Savior still waits to open the gates And welcomes a sinner before it's too late
There's room at the cross for you There's room at the cross for you Tho millions have come There's still room for one Yes, there's room at the cross for you
The hand of my Savior is strong And the love of my Savior is long Through sunshine or rain, through loss or in gain The blood flows from Calvary to cleanse every stain
There's room at the cross for you There's room at the cross for you Tho millions have come There's still room for one Yes, there's room at the cross for you
The Work Song Composer(s): Mack David - Al Hoffman - Jerry Livingston Performer(s): Jim MacDonald
Cinderella, Cinderella All I hear is Cinderella, from the moment I get up till shades of night are falling There isn't any letup, I hear them calling, calling "Go up and do the attic and go down and do the cellar, you can do them both together Cinderella." How lovely it would be if I could live in my fantasy But in the middle of my dreaming they're screaming at me Cinderella
Como Te Atreves Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Como te atreves A hablar de belleza en el supermercado como te atreves A no babear delante del pastel como te atreves A izar la bandera del amotinado como te atreves A ser un enamorado de Jacques Brel como te atreves A andar por ahí diciendo lo que piensas como te atreves A dogmatizar que el sexo es como Dios como te atreves A no ser un cazador de recompensas como te atreves A no proyectarte hacia el 92
¡intenso!, ¡masoca! Te escupen cada vez que dices que te contradices por abrir la boca ¡purista!, ¡vetusto! Te ladran por seguir diciendo que te está jodiendo tanto precio justo... Parece que es normal incluso racional Que adorne tu espalda algún puñal Como te atreves A no comprender que todo es compra-venta como te atreves A desenterrar el mito del autor como te atreves A no abandonar el look de los 60 como te atreves A sobrevivir sin un ordenador como te atreves A olerte que marketing huele a marxismo como te atreves A no ser mas culto con el rock and roll como te atreves A reivindicar que el otro es uno mismo como te atreves A no hacer canción urbana en español ¡intenso!, Imasoca!
