Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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In The Garden (Traditional) Performer(s): Anne Murray
I come to the garden alone While the dew is still on the roses And the voice I hear, falling on my ear The Son of God discloses And He walks with me And He talks with me And He tells me I am His own And the joy we share as we tarry there None other has ever known He speaks and the sound of His voice Is so sweet the birds hush their singing And the melody that He gave to me Within my heart is ringing And He walks with me And He talks with me And He tells me I am His own And the joy we share as we tarry there None other has ever known I'd stay in the garden with Him 'Tho the night all around me is falling But He bids me go; through the voice of woe His voice to me is calling And He walks with me And He talks with me And He tells me I am His own And the joy we share as we tarry there None other has ever known None other has ever known
Nasty Composer(s): James Harris; Janet Jackson; Terry Lewis Performer(s): Janet Jackson ; The Starlite Orchestra; Starsound Orchestra
Gimme a beat! Sittin' in the movie show, thinkin' nasty thoughts, huh Better be a gentleman or you turn me off, huh That's right, a-let me tell it
Nasty Nasty boys, don't mean a thing, huh Oh you nasty boys Nasty Nasty boys, don't ever change, huh Oh you nasty boys
I don't like no nasty car, I don't like a nasty food, huh Ooh ooh yeah The only nasty thing I like is the nasty groove, huh Will this one do? Uh huh, I know
Nasty Nasty boys, don't mean a thing, huh Oh you nasty boys Nasty Nasty boys, don't ever change, huh Oh you nasty boys Nasty Nasty boys, give me your nasty groove, huh Oh you nasty boys Nasty Nasty boys, let me see your nasty body move, huh Oh you nasty boys
I could learn to like this Listen up
I'm not a prude (no) I just want some respect (that's right) So close the door if you want me to respond (ooh ooh yeah) 'Cause privacy is my middle name My last name is Control No my first name ain't baby It's Janet Miss Jackson if you're nasty
Nasty Nasty boys, don't mean a thing Oh you nasty boys Nasty Nasty boys, don't ever change, huh Oh you nasty boys
Nasty boys, don't mean a thing Oh you nasty boys Don't mean a thing to me, uh Nasty! Don't mean a thing, huh Oh you nasty boys Uh!
I love this part
Hey! Who's that thinkin' nasty thoughts? Nasty boys! Who's that in that nasty car? Nasty boys! Who's that eating that nasty food? Nasty boys! Who's jamming to my nasty groove? Nasty boys!
In The Flesh? Composer(s): Roger Waters First release by: Pink Floyd - 1979 Covered by multiple other artists
Einse, svei, drei, alle!
So ya thought ya Might like to go to the show To feel the warm thrill of confusion That space cadet glow I got some bad news for you, Sunshine Pink isn't well He stayed back at the hotel And they've sent us along as a surrogate band We're gonna find out where you fans really stand Are there any queers in the theatre tonight? Get 'em up against the wall There's one in the spotlight Now he don't look right to me Get him up against the wall And that one looks Jewish And that one's a coon Who let all this riffraff into the room? There's one smoking a joint And that one's got spots If I had my way I'd have all of ya shot
Nashville Ou Belleville Composer(s): Claude Moine; Pierre Papadiamandis Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
"Boulevard Elvis" Au cur de Memphis J'traîne là en touriste Mais où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Jerry Lee Lewis "Killer" et pianiste "Barbe Bleue" sudiste Sait même pas si j'existe Sans faire de racisme Où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Mais où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Où? Mouflet! J'allais voir Luis Mariano Dans "Le Chanteur de Mexico" Maman! ...et moi On rentrait en métro Station Opéra Direction Lillas Nostalgie facile Mais swingue pas terrible Où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Monsieur Bill Haley Bien avant Presley Déjà décoiffait M'éclatant la tête Avec ses "Comets" Et Place des fêtes Sur nos mobylettes On singeait James Dean Mais où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Mais où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Où?
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Mouflet, J'allais voir Dario Moreno Danser ses cha-cha et ses mambos Maman et moi On rentrait en métro Station Opéra Direction Lillas Nostalgie facile Mais swingue pas terrible
Où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? "Boulevard Elvis" Au cur de Memphis J'traîne là en touriste Mais où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Où? Où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville?
In The Evening Composer(s): Robert Plant; James Patrick Page; John Paul Jones First release by: Led Zeppelin - 1979
In the evening When the day is done I'm looking for a woman, but the girl don't come So don't let her Play you for a fool She don't show no pity baby, she don't make no rules
Oh, oh, I need your love, I need your love Oh, I need your love, I just got to have
So don't you let her Oh, get under your skin It's only bad luck and trouble From the day that you begin I hear you crying in the darkness Don't ask nobody's help Ain't no pockets full of mercy baby 'Cause you can only blame yourself
Oh, oh, I need your love, I need your love Oh, I need your love, I just got to have
Oh it's simple All the pain that you go through You can turn away from fortune, fortune 'Cause that's all that's left to you It's lonely at the bottom Man, it's dizzy at the top But if you're standing in the middle Ain't no way you're gonna stop
Oh, oh, I need your love, I need your love Oh, I need your love, I just got to have
Oh whatever that your days may bring No use hiding in a corner 'Cause that won't change a thing If you're dancing in the doldrums One day soon, it's got to stop, it's got to stop When you're the master of the off-chance When you don't expect a lot
Oh, oh, I need your love, I need your love Oh, I need your love, I just got to have
Nashville Cats Composer(s): John B. Sebastian Performer(s): The Lovin' Spoonful; and various other artists
Chorus: Nashville Cats, play clean as country water Nashville Cats, play wild as mountain dew Nashville Cats, been playing since they's babies Nashville Cats, get work before they're two
Well, there's thirteen hundred and fifty two Guitar pickers in Nashville And they can pick more notes than the number of ants On a Tennessee anthill Yeah, there's thirteen hundred and fifty two Guitar cases in Nashville And any one that unpacks his guitar could play Twice as better than I will
Yeah, I was just thirteen, you might say I was a Musical proverbial knee-high When I heard a couple new-sounding tunes on the tubes And they blasted me sky-high And the record man said every one is a Yellow Sun Record from Nashville And up North there ain't nobody buys them And I said, "But I will"
And it was Chorus
Well, there's sixteen thousand eight hundred ´n´ twenty one Mothers from Nashville All their friends play music, and they ain't uptight If one of the kids will Because it's custom made for any mother's son To be a guitar picker in Nashville And I sure am glad I got a chance to say a word about The music and the mothers from Nashville
In The Deathcar Composer(s): Goran Bregovic; Iggy Pop Performer(s): Iggy Pop
A howling wind is whistling in the night My dog is growling in the dark Something's pulling me outside To ride around in circles I know that you have got the time Coz anything I want, you do You'll take a ride through the strangers Who don't understand how to feel In the deathcar, we're alive In the deathcar, we're alive
I'll let some air come in the window Kind of wakes me up a little I don't turn on the radio Coz they play @#%$, like....You know When your hand was down on my dick It felt quite amazing And now that, that is all over All we've got is the silence In the deathcar, we're alive In the deathcar, we're alive So come on mandolins, play
When I touched you I felt that you still had your baby fat And a little taste of baby's breath Makes me forget about death At your age you're still joking It ain't time yet for the choking So now we can see the movie and see each other truly In the deathcar, we're alive In the deathcar, we're alive I want to hear some mandolins
Nashville Blues Composer(s): Boudleaux Bryant; Felice Bryant Performer(s): The Everly Brothers; and various other artists
A letter just came from Nashville My sweet baby says she's blue Gotta get back to Nashville Or my heart will break in 2 Oh I miss her so; I just gotta go I've got the Nashville blues
Gotta get back to Nashville 'Cause that's where the good times are Ever since I left Nashville The kicks ain't been up to par I'm lonely & though I'm livin' just low I've got the Nashville blues
Wanna go see my Sally And tell her that I still care Wanna see Prinner's Alley And dig all the cool spice there I'm makin' to be in old Tennessee I've got the Nashville blues
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
