Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Rose In Her Hair Composer(s): Al Dublin; Harry Warren Performer(s): Dick Powell - 1935 and multiple other artists
In her eyes there was moonlight, and a rose in her hair In my arms there was no one, so I just put her there On her lips was a promise, in my heart was a prayer When I finally went, I went home with the scent Of the rose in her hair
Oh-de-lay-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-dee Oh-de-lay-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-dee Oh-de-lay-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-dee When I finally went, I went home with the scent Of the rose in her hair
In her eyes there was moonlight, and a rose in her hair In my arms there was no one, so I just put her there On her lips was a promise, in my heart was a prayer When I finally went, I went home with the scent Of the rose in her hair
Oh-de-lay-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-dee Oh-de-lay-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-dee Oh-de-lay-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-dee When I finally went, I went home with the scent Of the rose in her hair...
Nasci Para Chorar English Title: Born To Cry Composer(s): Dion Dimucci; Erasmo Carlos Performer(s): Raimundo Fagner
Eu levo a minha vida chorando pelo mundo Talvez até tivesse algum desgosto profundo Procuro na memória Procuro me lembrar Mas eu não posso, não posso Nasci para chorar
Se vejo uma garota olhando para mim E ela me pergunta Por que sou tão triste assim? Eu fico sem resposta Digo adeus e vou embora Pois é hora, é hora É hora de chorar
E continuo a felicidade procurando Mas sempre solidão e a tristeza encontrando Às vezes desconfio que alegria é ilusão E que o amor, o amor Não entra no meu coração
Não sei por que razão Eu sofro tanto desse jeito As garotas dizem Que ser triste é o meu defeito Eu quero é ser alegre Ter alguém para amar Mas eu não posso, não posso Nasci para chorar
In The Dark Composer(s): Lil Green Performer(s): Nina Simone
In the dark It's just you and I Not a sound Ther's not one sigh Just the beat of my poor heart In the dark Now, in the dark, in the dark I get such a thrill When he presses his fingertips Upon my lips And he begs me to plase keep still In the dark But soon This dance will be endin' And you're gonna be missed Gee, I'm not pretendin' 'Cause I swear it's fun Fun to be kissed In the dark Now we will find What the rest Have left behind Just let them dance We're gonna find romance Lord, in the dark
Das Quecksilber fällt, die Zeichen stehen auf Sturm Nur blödes Kichern und Keifen vom Kommandoturm Und ein dumpfes Mahlen grollt aus der Maschine Und rollen und stampfen und schwere See Die Bordkapelle spielt "Humbatäterä" Und ein irres Lachen dringt aus der Latrine Die Ladung ist faul, die Papiere fingiert Die Lenzpumpen leck und die Schotten blockiert Die Luken weit offen und alle Alarmglocken läuten Die Seen schlagen mannshoch in den Laderaum Und Elmsfeuer züngeln vom Ladebaum Doch keiner an Bord vermag die Zeichen zu deuten!
Der Steuermann lügt, der Kapitän ist betrunken Und der Maschinist in dumpfe Lethargie versunken Die Mannschaft lauter meineidige Halunken Der Funker zu feig' um SOS zu funken Klabautermann führt das Narrenschiff Volle Fahrt voraus und Kurs aufs Riff
Am Horizont wetterleuchten die Zeichen der Zeit Niedertracht und Raffsucht und Eitelkeit Auf der Brücke tummeln sich Tölpel und Einfaltspinsel Im Trüben fischt der scharfgezahnte Hai Bringt seinen Fang ins Trockne, an der Steuer vorbei Auf die Sandbank, bei der wohlbekannten Schatzinsel Die andern Geldwäscher und Zuhälter, die warten schon Bordellkönig, Spielautomatenbaron Im hellen Licht, niemand muß sich im Dunkeln rumdrücken In der Bananenrepublik, wo selbst der Präsident Die Scham verloren hat und keine Skrupel kennt Sich mit dem Steuerdieb im Gefolge zu schmücken
Der Steuermann lügt, der Kapitän ist betrunken Und der Maschinist in dumpfe Lethargie versunken Die Mannschaft lauter meineidige Halunken Der Funker zu feig' um SOS zu funken Klabautermann führt das Narrenschiff Volle Fahrt voraus und Kurs aufs Riff
Man hat sich glatt gemacht, man hat sich arrangiert All die hohen Ideale sind havariert Und der große Rebell, der nicht müd' wurde zu streiten Mutiert zu einem servilen, gift'gen Gnom Und singt lammfromm vor dem schlimmen alten Mann in Rom Seine Lieder, fürwahr: Es ändern sich die Zeiten! Einst junge Wilde sind gefügig, fromm und zahm Gekauft, narkotisiert und flügellahm Tauschen Samtpfötchen für die einst so scharfen Klauen Und eitle Greise präsentier'n sich keck Mit immer viel zu jungen Frauen auf dem Oberdeck Die ihre schlaffen Glieder wärmen und ihnen das Essen vorkauen
Der Steuermann lügt, der Kapitän ist betrunken Und der Maschinist in dumpfe Lethargie versunken Die Mannschaft lauter meineidige Halunken Der Funker zu feig' um SOS zu funken Klabautermann führt das Narrenschiff Volle Fahrt voraus und Kurs aufs Riff
Sie rüsten gegen den Feind, doch der Feind ist längst hier Er hat die Hand an deiner Gurgel, er steht hinter dir Im Schutz der Paragraphen mischt er die gezinkten Karten Jeder kann es sehen, aber alle sehen weg Und der Dunkelmann kommt aus seinem Versteck Und dealt unter aller Augen vor dem Kindergarten Der Ausguck ruft vom höchsten Mast: Endzeit in Sicht! Doch sie sind wie versteinert und sie hören ihn nicht Sie zieh'n wie Lemminge in willenlosen Horden Es ist. als hätten alle den Verstand verlor'n Sich zum Niedergang und zum Verfall verschwor'n Und ein Irrlicht ist ihr Leuchtfeuer geworden
Der Steuermann lügt, der Kapitän ist betrunken Und der Maschinist in dumpfe Lethargie versunken Die Mannschaft lauter meineidige Halunken Der Funker zu feig' um SOS zu funken Klabautermann führt das Narrenschiff Volle Fahrt voraus und Kurs aufs Riff
In The Dark Composer(s): Deadric Malone; Junior Parker Performer(s): Junior Parker and multiple other artists
I heard you was out, high as you could be Kissin' another fella, and you know it wasn't me That ain't right, no no no, that ain't right What goes on in the dark, will soon come to light
They say you whispered low, an' spendin' all of my dough You told that fella things, you never told me before That ain't right, no no no, that ain't right What goes on in the dark, will soon come to light
One of these days, just you wait and see Baby you'll realize, the way you're treating me That ain't right, no no no, that ain't right What goes on in the dark, will soon come to light
Narices Composer(s): A. Cortez Performer(s): Raphael
Hay narices instaladas Tan solo para olfatear Y otras que se olfatean Lo que les puede pasar Y las hay que son apenas El medidor ideal Para saber hasta adonde Los ojos pueden mirar
¡Ay, narices! ¡ay, narices! Hoy honores rinde el mundo a las narices Con narices, sin narices Por narices, tus narices Y todo es cosa de narices, nada mas
Hay narices que no huelen Ni podran oler jamas Porque dios las ha creado Como adorno y nada mas Y las hay que solo nacen Para oler a los demas Y como nacen podridas Huelen lo malo no mas
¡Ay, narices! ¡ay, narices! Hoy honores rinde el mundo a las narices Con narices, sin narices Por narices, tus narices Y todo es cosa de narices, nada mas
Hay narices que resoplan Y resoplan sin cesar Con el polvo que levantan Se taponan las demas Estas narices entonces Terminan por reventar Pues todo el aire que queda No lo pueden respirar
¡Ay, narices! ¡ay, narices! Hoy honores rinde el mundo a las narices Con narices, sin narices Por narices, tus narices Y todo es cosa de narices, nada mas
Hay narices habituadas Al olor que huele mal Cuando encuentran una rosa No la saben apreciar Pero los hay que prefieren Lo que bien huele no mas Y no es dificil hallarlas Hay que saberla buscar
¡Ay, narices! ¡ay, narices! Hoy honores rinde el mundo a las narices Con narices, sin narices Por narices, tus narices Y todo es cosa de narices, nada mas
In The Cool, Cool, Cool Of The Evening Composer(s): Johnny Mercer; Hoagy Carmichael Performer(s): Jo Stafford & Frankie Laine - 1951 and multiple other artists
In the cool, cool, cool of the evening Tell 'em I'll be there In the cool, cool, cool of the evening Save your pappy a chair When the party's gettin' a glow on And singin' fills the air In the shank of the night When the doin's are right You can tell 'em I'll be there
In the cool, cool, cool of the evening Tell 'em we'll be there If you need a pair of freeloaders To fracture your affair I may even give them Pagliacci Now, stand back and give him air Everyone can relax And we'll have a few yacks And you can tell 'em we'll be there
In the cool, cool, cool of the evening Tell 'em we'll be there In the cool, cool, cool of the evening Stickum in my hair If perchance we look a bit peaked Remember, c'est la guerre If we're still on our feet And there's somethin' to eat You can tell 'em we'll be there
In the cool, cool, cool of the evening Tell 'em I'll be there In the cool, cool of the evening Better save a chair When the party's gettin' a glow on And singin' fills the air If there's gas in my hack And my laundry is back If you need a new face Or a tenor or bass You can tell 'em we'll be there
Narciso Y Quasimodo Composer(s): Fito Paez Performer(s): Fito Paez
Para que y porque estaremos distanciados en verdad los motivos no son nada claros ya sabes esta quiero esta vez ser contactos es que a veces somos inhumanos y otras veces no queremos ver
Y al final y al final cuando se han ido todos otra vez otra vez Narciso y Quasimodo y volves y volves y quien sabe hasta cuando y no entiendo a veces porque estamos sin jamas poder establecer contactos
Un acercamiento una señal un paso al frente no existen palabras si uno manda lo que siente lejos de la gente queda todo quien no ve y se queda solo sin poder establecer contactos
Un acercamiento una señal un paso al frente no existen palabras si uno manda lo que siente lejos de la gente queda todo quien no ve y se queda solo sin poder establecer contactos
In The Chapel In The Moonlight (Danish Version: Når De Gyldne Stjerner Tændes - 1978) Composer(s): Billy Hill First release by: Shep Fields & His Rippling Rhythm Orch. - 1936 Covered by multiple other artists
How I'd love to hear the organ In the chapel in the moonlight While we're strolling down the aisle Where roses entwine
How I'd love to hear you whisper In the chapel in the moonlight That the love light in your eyes Forever will shine
Till the roses turn to ashes Till the organ turns to rust If you never come, I'll still be there Till the moonlight turns to dust
How I'd love to hear the choir In the chapel in the moonlight As they sing "Oh promise me Forever be mine"
Till the roses turn to ashes Till the organ turns to rust If you never come, I'll still be there Till the moonlight turns to dust
How I'd love to hear the choir In the chapel in the moonlight As they sing "Oh promise me Forever be mine"
Naranjo En Flor Composer(s): Virgilio Expósito; Homero Expósito Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto
Era mas blanda que el agua que el agua blanda era mas fresca que el rio naranjo en flor y en esa calle de hastio calle perdida hecho un pedazo de vida y se marcho
Primero hay que saber sufrir despues amar, despues partir y al fin andar sin pensamientos perfume de naranjo en flor promesas vanas de un amor que se escaparon con el viento Despues, que importa del despues toda mi vida es el ayer que me detiene en el pasado eterna y vieja juventud que me ha dejado acobardado como un pájaro sin luz
Que le habran hecho mis manos que le habran hecho para dejarme en el pecho tanto dolor dolor de vieja arboleda canción de esquina con un pedazo de vida naranjo en flor Primero hay que saber sufrir despues amar despues partir y al fin andar sin pensamiento perfume de naranjo en flor promesas vanas de un amor que se escaparon en el viento. Despues, que importa del despues toda mi vida es el ayer que me detiene en el pasado eterna y vieja juventud que me ha dejado acobardado como un pajaro sin luz
När Min Vän Composer(s): Owe Törnqvist Performer(s): Monica Zetterlund
När min vän sökte min kärlek en morgon slöjad i grönt När min vän sökte min kärlek då doftade blommorna skönt När min vän vandrade från mig i solens flämtande glöd När min vän vandrade från mig var himlen så flammande röd
I nattens dimmor och lysande träd tystnade fåglarnas sång Månen förkunnade: "Tiden är slut!" och slog sin silver-gonggong
När min vän vände tillbaka en morgon slöjad i dis När min vän vände tillbaka var blommorna frusna till is blommorna frusna till is var blommorna frusna till is
In The Beginning Composer(s): Graeme Edge Performer(s): The Moody Blues
First Man: I think, I think I am, I think
Establishment: Of course you are my bright little star I've miles And miles Of files Pretty files of your forefather's fruit And now to suit our Great computer You're magnetic ink
First Man: I'm more than that I know I am, at least I think I must be
Inner Man: There you go, man keep as cool as you can Face piles And piles Of trials With smiles It riles them to believe That you perceive The web they weave And keep on thinking free
När Jag Var Fem English Title: When I Was Five Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog
När jag var fem höll jag i mammas kjol Och levde i en vänlig värld Skolan kom sen och jag var tio år Och blev övervakad, visad och lärd
Vid femton år var jag en del av ett gäng Där ingen någonsin tänkte för sig Men nu är det dags, jag skall göra mig fri Och bli mig själv, nu är leken förbi Nu vill jag ha ett liv för mig
Refräng: Jag vill se mig runt och lära mig om världen Se vad kärlek är och vad jag, bara vad jag
Refräng
När jag var fem var jag ett sorglöst barn Jag byggde mina sagoslott Nu vill jag se vad livet handlar om Då det är så lite jag har förstått
Jag anar nog hur hård tid, världen, kan va Men var och en ska pröva för sig Och nu är det dags, jag ska göra mig fri Och bli mig själv, nu är leken förbi Nu vill jag ha ett liv för mig
In The Beginning Composer(s): Tony Banks; Peter Gabriel; Steve Hackett; Anthony Phillips; Mike Rutherford Performer(s): Genesis
Ocean of motion Squirming around and up and down Pushing together Scattering mountains all around you
That is the sound of a new born world And the light from a curious sky It has begun You're in the hands of destiny
Thrashing with violence Hurling its lava up and down Furnace of frenzy Burning with power uncontrolled
That is the sound of a new born world And the light from a curious sky It has begun You're in the hands of destiny
Is that the chariot with stallions gold? Is that a prince of heaven on the ground? Is that the roar of a thundercrash? This is my world and it's waiting to be crowned Father, son, looks down with happiness Life is on its way
Ocean of motion Squirming around and up and down Pushing together Scattering mountains all around you
That is the sound of a new born world And the light from a curious sky It has begun You're in the hands of destiny
Is that the chariot with stallions gold? Is that a prince of heaven on the ground? Is that the roar of a thundercrash? This is my world and it's waiting to be crowned Father, son, looks down with happiness Life is on its way
När Du Tar Mej I Din Famn ((English Version: The Queen Of Hearts (Agnetha Fältskog)) Composer(s): Agnetha Fältskog - Ingela Forsman Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog
Ingenting blev som förr När du stängde min dörr Och jag grät mej till sömns den natten Det var bittert just då Och så svårt att förstå Att vårt kärleksvin blivit vatten Och jag sa till mej själv "Aldrig nånsin igen ska känslorna få styra mej"
Men när du tar mej i din famn När du viskar ömt mitt namn Blir jag het och kall på samma gång Fåglar sjunger för mej Var gång jag tänker på dej Tänk, det låter som de sjöng en kärlekssång! Och när du tar mej i din famn När du viskar ömt mitt namn Kan jag tro på kärlek en gång till Jag vill glömma alla hårda ord Och jag vill älska igen!
Jag var stolt när du gick Gav dej inte en blick Och jag sa inte vad jag kände Men hos mej blev det kallt Det var tyst överallt Jag förstod inte vad som hände Och jag sa till mej själv "Aldrig nånsin igen ska känslorna få styra mej"
Men när du tar mej i din famn När du viskar ömt mitt namn Blir jag het och kall på samma gång Fåglar sjunger för mej Var gång jag tänker på dej Tänk, det låter som de sjöng en kärlekssång! Och när du tar mej i din famn När du viskar ömt mitt namn Kan jag tro på kärlek en gång till Jag vill glömma alla hårda ord Och jag vill älska igen!
In The Beautiful Seaside Air Composer(s): Walter Donaldson; William Tracey Performer(s): Billy Murray
Fellows I want to advise you How to win your girl's heart Certain tricks you should be wise to Learn them before you start Never make love by the bright fireside If you're real anxious to take a bride Don't get together in cold Winter weather Just wait 'til the Summer comes 'round
Take your girl where the beautiful seaside breezes blow On a warm summer's night while you sit there and spoon There's nobody looking but the man in the moon Although the beach is damp and sandy You'll find a cozy corner handy If your heart is true She'll know just what to do In the beautiful seaside air
You'll quickly find the reason Why everyone goes there Cupid is busy each season Down in the seaside air Don't go in search of a foreign clime Stay right at home at vacation time Pass up the mountains and cream soda fountain There's one trip you're bound to enjoy
Take your girl where the beautiful seaside breezes blow You can have lots of fun if you follow the bunch Just take an umbrella and a basket of lunch If there's a couple nearby dozing Don't let that keep you from proposing Stick around and be game They're all doing the same In the beautiful seaside air
In The Basement Composer(s): Billy Davis; Raynard Miner; Carl Williams Smith Performer(s): Etta James and multiple other artists
Ohh, now tell me where can you party, child, all night long? In the basement, down in the basement, yeah Oh where can you go when your money gets low? In the basement, whoa down in the basement And if a storm is taking place, you can jam and still be safe In the basement, down in the basement, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Where can you dance to any music you choose? In the basement, whoa down in the basement Oh, you got the comforts of home, a nightclub too In the basement, whoa down in the basement Theres no cover charge or fee and the food and drinks are free In the basement, down in the basement
Come on child, you can do it, you can do it, yeah
In the basement, thats where its at In the basement, thats where its at In the basement, thats where its at In the basement, thats where its at In the basement, in the basement, in the basement thats where its at
(You tell em) Where they dont, where they dont check you age at the door In the basement, whoa down in the basement Barracuda and ??? til your feet get sore In the basement, whoa down in the basement Do any dance you want to do, theres no one under you In the basement, I know it, you tell em oh-h-h-h I wanna go
In the basement, thats where its at In the basement, thats where its at In the basement, thats where its at In the basement, thats where its at
N'Appartiens Jamais À Personne Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Fleur carnivore d'aéroport Bijou fragile roule et rutile Où sont tes ailes pour le futur? Si tu choisis d'enfanter la démesure
N'appartiens jamais à personne N'appartiens jamais, n'appartiens jamais N'appartiens jamais à personne
Des étagères pour les idées Un vieil enfer à réchauffer La femme objet dans la baignoire Et la misère au Brown Sugar
Le lit est froid un vrai poignard C'est le parking du désespoir Le ciel est bleu comme en enfer Sur Las Vegas dans le désert
Mais...
N'appartiens jamais à personne N'appartiens jamais, n'appartiens jamais N'appartiens jamais à personne
Les lumières jaunes de notre zone Sentent l'ozone et la mer Les tueurs pâles de l'arrière salle Vont te parler en plein air
Dealers de mots et de boussoles D'idées usées par la racole Castreurs séniles aux ongles noirs Tout se bouscule dans l'entonnoir
Les soirs craquants où tu hésites Entre la marge et sa limite Quand tu es là contre sa peau Bien à l'abri dans tes yeux clos
Ils vont te braquer au bout du voyage Si t'es encore vivant, pour refermer la cage Ne signe pas la carte et flambe les dollars Sinon tu n'es plus rien desséché, dérisoire!
Tu ne veux pas te vendre, alors tu meurs! On te bouffera de l'intérieur Sois une flèche en altitude! Un baiser dans la solitude
Mais...
N'appartiens jamais à personne N'appartiens jamais, n'appartiens jamais N'appartiens jamais à personne
