Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Tigresa Composer(s): Caetano Veloso Performer(s): Caetano Veloso and multiple other artists
Uma tigresa de unhas negras e íris cor de mel Uma mulher, uma beleza que me aconteceu Esfregando sua pele de ouro marrom do seu corpo contra o meu Me falou que o mal é bom e o bem cruel
Enquanto os pelos dessa deusa tremem ao vento ateu Ela me conta, sem certeza, tudo que viveu Que gostava de política em mil novecentos e setenta e seis E hoje dança no Frenetic Dancing Days
Ela me conta que era atriz e trabalhou no "Hair" Com alguns homens foi feliz, com outros foi mulher Que tem muito ódio no coração, que tem dado muito amor E espalhado muito prazer e muita dor
Mas ela ao mesmo tempo diz que tudo vai mudar Porque ela vai ser o que quis, inventando um lugar Onde a gente e a natureza feliz vivam sempre em comunhão E a tigresa possa mais do que um leão
As garras da felina me marcaram o coração Mas as besteiras de menina que ela disse não E eu corri para o violão, num lamento, e a manhã nasceu azul Como é bom poder tocar um instrumento
Cymbeline Composer(s): Loreena McKennitt - William Shakespeare
Performer(s): Loreena McKennitt
Fear no more the heat o' th' sun Nor the furious winters' rages Thou thy worldly task hast done Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages Golden lads and girls all must As chimney-sweepers, come to dust
The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this and come to dust
Fear no more the frown o' th' great Thou art past the tyrant's stroke Care no more to clothe and eat To thee the reed is as the oak The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this and come to dust
All lovers young, all lovers must Consign to thee and come to dust
Fear no more the lightning flash Nor th' all-dreaded thunder stone Fear not slander, censure rash Thou hast finished joy and moan All lovers young, all lovers must Consign to thee and come to dust
No exorciser harm thee! Nor no witchcraft charm thee! Ghost unlaid forbear thee! Nothing ill come hear thee! Quiet consummation have And renowned by thy grave!
Je Ne Peux Pas Me Passer De Toi English Title: Girl Like You Composer(s): R. Marcucci; R. Faith; An. Salvet Performer(s): Dalida
Je veux le dire parce que je le pense Mon cur ce soir est plein de joie Car moi je t'aime et c'est ma récompense Je n'peux pas me passer de toi
Je t'imagine pendant que je chante Tu vas me prendre entre tes bras Tu vois je rêve mon cur s'impatiente Je n'peux pas me passer de toi
Quand ta main vient se poser sur mon bras nu Quand tes yeux brillent d'amour Je suis heureuse et je suis toute émue Et c'est comme ça chaque jour
Tous ceux qui aiment doivent me comprendre L'amour ne se commande pas Pour ton sourire et tes yeux bleus si tendres Je n'peux pas me passer de toi
Quand je suis seule que tu es en voyage Je sais bien que tu penses à moi Mais je t'écris des pages et des pages Je n'peux pas me passer de toi Quand tu reviens sur le quai de la gare Tu sais que tu me trouveras Je voudrais tant que rien ne nous sépare Je n'peux pas me passer de toi
Si un jour la vie voulait nous désunir Tu devrais bien réfléchir Car moi vois-tu je n'peux envisager Qu'on puisse un jour se quitter
Mais je suis folle je dis des bêtises Jamais on ne se quittera Car je l'avoue ce soir en toute franchise Je n'peux pas me passer de toi Je n'peux pas me passer de toi L'amour ne se commande pas L'amour ne se commande pas
Tightrope Composer(s): Jeff Lynne First release by: Electric Light Orchestra - 1976
Caught up in a whirlwind, can't catch my breath Knee deep in hot water, broke out in cold sweat Can't catch a turtle, in this rat race Feels like I'm losing ground, at a breakneck pace
Afraid of my own shadow, in the face of grace Heart full of darkness, spotlight on my face There was love all around me, but I was looking for revenge Thank God it never found me, would have been the end
Walkin' the tight rope, steppin on my friends Walkin' the tight rope, was a shame and a sin Walkin' the tight rope, between wrong and right Walkin' the tight rope, both day and night
Lookin' back in front of me, in the mirror's grin Through eyes of love I see, I'm really lookin at a friend We've had all our problems, that's the way life is My heart goes out to others, who are there to make amends
(Walkin' the tightrope) Trying to make it right Every day and every night Bring it all around From the lost to found Streched around the world Save the boys and girls Let's make it right Do it, do it tonight Walkin the tightrope
Cymbaline Composer(s): Roger Waters First release by: Pink Floyd - 1969
The path you tread is narrow And the drop is shear and very high The ravens all are watching From a vantage point nearby Apprehension creeping Like a tube train up your spine Will the tightrope reach the end Will the final cuplet rhyme And it's high tim Cymbaline It's high time Cymbaline Please wake me A butterfly with broken wings Is falling by your side The ravens all are closing in There's no where you can hide Your manager and agent Are both busy on the phone Selling colored photographs To magazines back home And it's high time Cymbaline It's high time Cymbaline Please wake me The lines converging where you stand They must have moved the picture plain The leaves are heavy round your feet You hear the thunder of the train Suddenly it strikes you That they're moving into range And Doctor Strange Is always changing size And it's high time Cymbaline And it's high time Cymbaline Please wake me And it's high time Cymbaline And it's high time Cymbaline Please wake me
Je Ne Ferai Pas Mes Adieux Composer(s): Charles Aznavour Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
J'en connais qui prétendent à l'année sabbatique Seuls et loin de la foule au Pôle ou au Tibet Qui font main sur le front des confessions publiques Jouant les mals dans leur peau, allergiques au succès Ils veulent oublier les chasseurs d'autographes Échapper aux médias, sauver leur vie privée Mais suivi comme une ombre par un photographe Dans leur quête du moi et leur identité Très tôt ils parlent de retraite On les prendrait presque au sérieux Mais quand à moi la chose est nette Croyez-moi je ne ferai pas mes adieux
N'ayant pas pris la vie avec le vent en poupe La voie m'étant barrée il m'a fallu l'ouvrir Je me garderai donc de cracher dans la soupe J'ai eu bien trop de mal à la faire bouillir Moi les fausses sorties me pompent l'oxygène Les faux intellectuels doucement rigoler On compte sur la main ceux qu'ont quitté la scène Les autres le public leur a repris les clefs Sincèrement mieux vaut en rire Regardez-moi droit dans les yeux Qui que l'on puisse écrire ou dire Quand à moi je ne ferai pas mes adieux
Ces petites natures ermites du dimanche Champions du "je sais tout" qui s'écoutent parler Dés que le chiffre de leur vente de disque flanche Sans un mea culpa foncent dans la mêlée Avouez que les coups de pieds au cul se perdent Les, "je pars", "j'en peux plus", "les coucou c'est re-moi" Avec un nouveau look, un nouveau son, et merde Tu restes ou tu t'en vas, mais t'en fais pas un plat Quand il faudra tourner la page Pour le moment y'a pas le feu Je préviendrai mon entourage Toutefois je ne ferai pas mes adieux A moins que je change avec l'âge Je ne ferai pas mes adieux
Tighter, Tighter Composer(s): Tommy James - Bob King First release by: Alive 'n Kickin' - 1970 Covered by multiple other artists
You know I got to show you Nobody else before you Ever gave me such a beautiful feelin' Oh woman you touched a-my soul now Honey don't a-let go now Hold on baby just a little bit tighter Hold on a-just a little bit tighter now baby
I love you so much and I can't let go no, no, no Hold on a-just a little bit tighter now baby
Love is so surprising Opened up my eyes and you Reached out and took my hand Baby you touched a-my soul now Woman don't let go now Hold on baby just a little bit tighter Hold on a-just a little bit tighter now baby I love yo so much and I can't let go
Cyfri'r Geifr (Counting The Goats) Composer(s): William Cole; Peter J. Stephens
Where is the goat? It's time for milking Off among the craggy rocks The old goat is wand'ring |: Goat white, white, white With her lip white, lip white, lip white With her tail white, with her tail white With her tail and flank white Goat, goat, goat :|
Goat black, black, black With her lip black, lip black, lip black With her tail black, with her tail black With her tail and flank black Goat, goat, goat :|
Goat red, red, red With her lip red, lip red, lip red With her tail red, with her tail red With her tail and flank red Goat, goat, goat
Goat blue, blue, blue With her lip blue, lip blue, lip blue With her tail blue, with her tail blue With her tail and flank blue Goat, goat, goat
Oes gafr eto, oes heb ei godro? Ar y creigiau geirwon Mae'r hen afr yn crwydro |: Gafr wen, wen, wen Ie fin wen, fin wen, fin wen Foel gynffon wen, foel gynffon wen Ystlys wen a chynffon Wen, wen, wen :|
|: Gafr ddu, ddu, ddu Ie fin ddu, fin ddu, fin ddu Foel gynffon ddu, foel gynffon ddu Ystlys ddu a chynffon Ddu, ddu, ddu :|
|: Gafr goch, goch, goch Ie fin goch, fin goch, fin goch Foel gynffon goch, foel gynffon goch Ystlys goch a chynffon Goch, goch, goch :|
|: Gafr las, las, las Ie fin las, fin las, fin las Foel gynffon las, foel gynffon las Ystlys las a chynffon Las, las, las :|
Tighten Up Your Wig ((Finnish Version: Kossutila Alkon Krest (Moogetmoogs) - 1992)) Composer(s): John Kay First release by: Steppenwolf - 1968
What can you see with your ear on the ground Try to lift up your feet, girl, and take a look around Let me see your eyes girl We've got to make them big If you'd like to see the truth I better tighten up your wig
Your mind is too narrow, and it's no surprise If you fell on a pin, well, you'd be blind in both eyes Oh, let me see your head, girl, we've got to make it big Until your ears come apart, I better tighten up your wig
Watch out for the lunch bunch, they'll try to bring you down Don't get hung up in the shower, baby, you might drown Oh yeah, oh, your head looks kinda big Before I loose you mind, girl, I better tighten up your wig
Just before we go, I'd like to mention Junior Wells We stole his thing from him, and he from someone else Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, he plays the blues like few before May he play forevermore
Cycles Composer(s): Gayle Caldwell First release by: Frank Sinatra - 1968 Covered by multiple other artists
So Im down and so Im out But so are many others So I feel like tryin to hide My head neath these covers Life is like the seasons After winter comes the spring So Ill keep this smile awhile And see what tomorrow brings
Ive been told and I believe That life is meant for livin And even when my chips are low Theres still some left for givin Ive been many places Maybe not as far as you So I think Ill stay awhile And see if some dreams come true
There isnt much that I have learned Through all my foolish years Except that life keeps runnin in cycles First theres laughter, then those tears
But Ill keep my head up high Although Im kinda tired My gal just up and left last week Friday I got fired You know its almost funny But things cant get worse than now So Ill keep on tryin to sing But please, just dont ask me how
Je Ne Dirai Ni Oui, Ni Non Composer(s): Ralph Bernet; Jacques Revaux Performer(s): Dalida
Dans la ronde des ans qui passent La chaine des amis grandit Puis le temps vient prendre leur place Le cercle se fait plus petit
En pleurant on allume un cierge Pour celui qui vient de partir Mais comme le dit ma concierge Il vaut mieux rester et souffrir
A t'elle tort ou raison Je ne dirai ni oui ni non
Elle attent dans la nuit glaciale Le cur chaud et les doigts gelés Mais les hommes ça parle, ça parle Et ne viennent jamais vous chercher Il avait dit avant les neiges Et je reviendrai pour tes yeux Mais comme le dit ma concierge Ça parle bien mais ça court mieux
A t'elle tort ou raison Je ne dirai ni oui ni non
Le riche à son dernier voyage Est tout fleuri comme à un banquet On croirait presque un mariage Sans le serieux des invités Le pauvre lui est sans cortège Il meurt caché comme les oiseaux Mais comme le dit ma concierge Défaut d'argent point de tombeau
A t'elle tort ou raison Je ne dirai ni oui ni non A t'elle tort ou raison Je ne dirai ni oui ni non
Drummin' Man Composer(s): Tiny Parham - Gene Krupa Performer(s): Gene Krupa and multiple other artists
Drummin' man, he's a drummin' man No one kicks a set of drums just like he can All about biology, he knows not a thing The way he swings out on those drumes You know he's really keen
Drummin' man, he's a drummin' man He's a wow, if you know what I mean See that man sittin' on that stool He's a cowhide kickin' fool Swing it Mister Gene
Je Ne Danserai Plus Jamais English Title: I'll Never Dance Again Composer(s): M. Anthony; Barry Mann; J.M. Rivat Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
Mon cur autrefois battait Tout près de ton cur Nous deux on dansait Pour moi c'était le bonheur Et maintenant un autre Te tiens dans ses bras Non, plus jamais Non, plus jamais Je ne danserai Plus jamais
Alors j'ai dansé avec une autre que toi Pourtant je n'ai pu retrouver la même joie Vraiment si tu ne reviens pas Tout comme autrefois Jamais plus, non, jamais Non, non plus jamais Je ne danserai Plus jamais
Crois tu que mes yeux Supportent tout ça Qu'ils ne pleurent pas Quand ils te voient Suivre tous ces pas
Je te vois qui soupire Penchée sur son épaule Ça me fait souffrir De voir sa main qui te frôle Alors tant que tu seras là Serrée dans ses bras Jamais plus, non, jamais Non, non plus jamais Je ne danserai Plus jamais
Plus jamais plus, non, plus jamais Non, non plus jamais Je ne danserai Plus jamais
Jamais plus, non, plus jamais Non, non plus jamais Je ne danserai Plus jamais
Tighten Up Composer(s): Archie Bell - Billy Buttier First release by: Archie Bell & The Drells - 1968 Covered by multiple other artists
Hi everybody I'm Archie Drell and the Drells from Houston, Texas We don't only sing but we dance just as good as we walk In Houston we just started a new dance called the Tighten Up This is the music we tighten up to
First tighten up on the drums Come on now drummer I want you to tighten it up for me now Oh yeah Tighten up on that bass now Tighten it up Ha ha Yeah Now let that guitar fall in Oh yeah Tighten up on that organ now
Ya, do the tighten up Yeah now I said if you can do it now It sure would be tough
Now look here Come on now Make it mellow
Let's tighten up now Do the tighten up Everybody can do it now So let's do it We're gonna tighten up Let's do the tighten up You can do it now So baby get to it
Let's do your left now Let's do your right You can do it But don'tcha just do it light Come on and tighten up Tighten it up now
Come on now drum Tighten it up Tighten up that bass Oh yeah Now look here I want that guitar to fall in on that Tighten it up now Oh yeah Now tighten it up organ There everybody, tighten it up
Now look here We gonna make it mellow for ya now We gonna make it mellow now Tighten up You can tighten up
Cut The Cake Composer(s): Owen Onnie McIntyre; Alan Gorrie; Roger Ball; Malcolm Duncan; Robbie McIntosh; James Stuart First release by: Average White Band - 1975
Cut the cake give me a little piece let me lick up the cream Cut the cake well, just a little piece baby you know what I mean Cut the cake give me a little piece a little lovin' on the side Cut the cake I need a little piece just to keep me satisfied
gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme that cake Well it tastes so good don't pass it all around gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme that cake
You got to cut it-down! Cut the cake just a little piece of your sweet love Cut the cake don't you know that I can't get enough Cut the cake want you to know that I ain't a greedy man Cut the cake don't you know that I'll do the best I can
gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme that cake Well it tastes so good don't pass it all around gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme that cake
Cut the cake give me a little piece let me lick up the cream Cut the cake well, just a little piece baby you know what I mean Cut the cake give me a little piece a little lovin' on the side Cut the cake I need a little piece just to keep me satisfied
gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme that cake Well it tastes so good don't pass it all around gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme that cake
Never knew you cooked the way you do
gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme that cake Tastes so good don't pass the recipe around gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme that cake
You got to cut it-down cut it-down cut it-down-Cut the cake please
Je Ne Crois Pas Composer(s): Charles Aznavour Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Fillette, fillette naïve Tu es dans les bras d'un vagabond D'un vagabond Déjà il faut que je poursuive Ma course folle vers l'horizon Vers l'horizon Chacun sa destinée sur terre Je suis un homme de nulle part Et ne faisant pas de mystère Je te dis adieu, et non au revoir
Je ne cois pas Qu'un jour ou l'autre on se reverra Je ne crois pas Que je m'en revienne sur mes pas L'amour c'est fort Mais la liberté bien plus encore Et qui sait demain Ce que nous réserve notre destin
Fillette, fillette, tu pleures Sèche tes larmes car à vingt ans Car à vingt ans Si d'amour il fallait qu'on meure Moi je serais mort depuis longtemps Depuis longtemps Lorsque j'aurai quitté la route Le soleil rebrillera pour toi Et la vie te reprendra toute Jusqu'à te faire oublier tout de toi
Je ne cois pas Qu'un jour ou l'autre on se reverra Je ne crois pas Que je m'en revienne sur mes pas L'amour c'est fort Mais la liberté bien plus encore Et qui sait demain Ce que nous réserve notre destin
Fillette fillette je gage Que plus tard seul et abandonné Abandonné J'irai de villes en villages Regrettant celles qui m'ont aimé Qui m'ont aimé Le temps m'aura courbé de l'échine L'orage m'aura lavé les yeux J'aurai des remords j'imagine Quand la neige sera dans mes cheveux
Je ne cois pas Qu'un jour ou l'autre on se reverra Je ne crois pas Que je m'en revienne sur mes pas Loin de tes bras Comme un arbre mort d'avoir vécu Un jour les bras en croix Je rentrerai dans une terre inconnue
Je ne cois pas Qu'un jour ou l'autre on se reverra Je ne crois pas Que je m'en revienne sur mes pas
Tight Rope Composer(s): Leon Russell Performer(s): Leon Russell
I'm up on the tightrope, one sides hate and one is hope It's a circus game with you and me I'm up on the tightwire, linked by life and the funeral pyre But the tophat on my head is all you see
And the wire seems to be the only place for me A comedy of errors and I'm falling Like a rubber neck giraffe, you look into my past Well, baby you're just to blind to see
I'm up in the spotlight, oh does it feel right The altitude seems to really get to me I'm up on the tightwire linked by life and the funeral pyre Putting on a show for you to see
Cut Across Shorty French Title: Cours Plus Vite Charlie - 1968 Composer(s): Marijohn Wilkin; Wayne P. Walker First release by: Eddie Cochran - 1960 Covered by multiple other artists
Now a country boy called Shorty And a city boy named Dan Had to prove who could run the fastest To win miss Lucy's hand Now dan had all the money And he also had the looks But Shorty must have had something, boys That can't be found in books Well, a-cut across Shorty, Shorty cut across That's what miss Lucy said Cut across Shorty, Shorty cut across It's you i wanna wed Now dan had been in training A week before the race He made up his mind Ol' Shorty would end in second place And dan with his long legs a-flyin' Left Shorty far behind And Shorty heard him holler out Miss lucy, you'll soon be mine But Shorty wasn't worried There was a smile upon his face He knew that he was a-goin' to win 'cause lucy had fixed the race And just like that old story About the turtle and the hair When dan crossed over the finish line He found Shorty waiting there
