Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Inventi Composer(s): Renato Zero; Filistrucchi; Conrado Performer(s): Renato Zero
Inventi le mie forme, lo stile è quello tuo...pose per ore davanti a te, mi dipingi di sole anche se non c'è: a un tratto trovo me! Inventi quei colori le ombre su di me Poi, chiudo gli occhi sul nome mio, quel che inventi lo sogni, son sempre io mi sento dentro te! Poi, mi scopro lì a volare il cielo su di me, mentre la mia mano cerca te Arrossisci un po', ma non vuoi più mandarmi via. ... Inventi la poesia! Inventi quella luce ma sono gli occhi miei! Mentre ti guardo io non so più dove finisco io e cominci tu, il sogno, la realtà Ogni volta io rinasco nei pensieri tuoi, colorato e folle più che mai Arrossisci un po', ma non vuoi più mandarmi via Inventi la poesia! Inventi la poesia!
New York City Rhythm Composer(s): Marty Panzer; Barry Manilow Performer(s): Barry Manilow
(City rhythm, oo, city rhythm, oo, city rhythm, oo)
When my heart (city rhythm) is torn apart (oo) By the love I wish I had Well, I spend my (city rhythm) nights in the city's lights (oo) And things don't seem so bad
You know the movement seems to soothe me And the tempo takes control And I lose my blues When the New York City rhythm fills my soul It's the New York City rhythm running though life (city rhythm) The pounding beat of the city streets that keeps my dreams alive
I'm lost (I'm lost), I'm found (I'm found) I'm up (I'm up), I'm down, (I'm down) but somehow I survive It's got to be the New York City rhythm in my life Oh, it's got to be the New York City rhythm in my life, in my life
(City rhythm, oo, city rhythm, oo, city rhythm, oo, city rhythm, oo)
When I'm out (city rhythm) for love or sin (oo) Oh, it's good to be in town In the funky (city rhythm) dives on the old west side (oo) There's always something going down Yes, I live my life with strangers And the danger's always there But when I hit Broadway and it's time to play You know that I don't care
It's the New York City rhythm running through my life (city rhythm) The pounding beat of the city streets that keeps my dreams alive I'm lost (I'm lost), I'm found (I'm found) I'm up (I'm up), I'm down, (I'm down) but somehow I survive It's got to be the New York City rhythm in my life Oh, it's got to be the New York City rhythm in my life, in my life
(City rhythm, oo, city rhythm)
(Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York Ooh!)
Inventaire 71 Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë; Michel Delpech; Roland Vincent Performer(s): Michel Delpech
Un mini-short, une Nana kitsch Un débardeur, et un Sapritch Une Mamy Blue, des Sexy-shops un p'tit peu partout Un carré bleu sur les pare-brises Un Sapporo, des vieux Baltard Un Jésus-Christ en superstar Un faux Chaban, un vrai Luron Gérard Nicoud au violon Et Giscard à l'accordéon Et toujours, le même président...
Il y a eu tout ça Et puis malgré tout ça Quand je t'ai rencontré Il y a eu autre chose Et tu as peint pour moi Cette année toute en rose Oui toi, oui toi
Des Bidasses en folie, une guerre au Bengale Un abbé défroqué pour une Love Story Une voiture sur la lune, un dollar pour une thune Une crise de la presse Un JJSS Une French Connection Un Pompidou-Nixon Un Maumau qui s'en va, un Charlot qui revient Un Persépolis, un putsch marocain Une grève de la police, un Ping-Pong à Pékin Et toujours, le même président...
Il y a eu tout ça Et puis malgré tout ça Quand je t'ai rencontré Il y a eu autre chose Et tu as peint pour moi Cette année toute en rose Oui toi, oui toi Mon p'tit raton-laveur
New York City Blues Composer(s): Keith Relf; Chris Dreja Performer(s): The Yardbirds; and various other artists
If you've ever been to New York City You know what I'm talking about Yes you do Well, if you've ever been to New York City You know what I'm talking about They got such pretty little girls in that big town Make a man wanna jump around and shout
I met a little girl there She was about five foot eight I said "I want you to love me" She said "Why man, that'd be great" So I got long hair but She took me back Back to see her pad But the first thing I saw when I arrived there Was a big black shiny shotgun In the hands of her dad
Alright now, this is how it was Oh no!
Well alright!
I finally learned my lesson Such a long time ago Next little woman that I date I've got to know, I've got to know her family too Yes indeed, I gotta know her family too But if you don't want to be filled full of shotgun holes Mister, this song is just for you
Invaders Composer(s): Steve Harris First release by: Iron Maiden - 1982
Longboats have been sighted the evidence of war has begun Many Nordic fighting men their swords and shields all gleam in the sun Call to arms defend yourselves get ready to stand and fight for your lives Judgement day has come around so be prepared don't run stand your ground They're coming in from the sea they've come the enemy beneath the blazing sun the battle has to be won Invaders ... Pillaging Invaders ... Looting Set ablaze the campfires alert the other men from inland Warning must be given there's not enough men here for a stand The Vikings are too many much too powerful to take on our own We must have reinforcements we cannot fight this battle alone They're coming over the hill they've come to attack they're coming in for the kill there's no turning back Invaders ... Fighting Invaders ... Marauding Axes grind and maces clash as wounded fighters fall to the ground Severed limbs and fatal woundings bloody corpses lay all around The smell of death and burning flesh the battle weary fight to the end The Saxons have been overpowered victims of the mighty Norsemen You'd better scatter and run the battle's lost and not won you'd better get away to fight another day Invaders ... Raping Invaders ... Plundering
New York City Blues Composer(s): Phil Cody; Neil Sedaka Performer(s): Neil Sedaka
Life and death in an alleyway Just a heartbeat away from a man Who's learned to turn his head away From the pain that drains the land
Harlem's not too far from here You can smell the garbage, feel the fear I hear they're gonna build a skyscraper there As if we didn't need the extra air
(Chorus) New York City blues In order to win, you gotta lose Old before your time The dirt and the grime Get into everything And the papers love to say It's the meanest town in the USA But I think it's okay It's the town I've made my home
On another side of Park Avenue Respectable folks don't know Hungry eyes take in the view Of the world that lays them low Too many years on a welfare line The old song and dance, time after time You can only get so pushed around Until you wanna tear the damn thing down
New York 85 Composer(s): Nino Ferrer Performer(s): Nino Ferrer
Pendant que tu voles sur l'Atlantique Vers les Etats-Unis d'Amérique Moi, je suis vautré dans un bar Pour y noyer ce vieux cafard Qui me remplit de haut en bas A chaque fois que tu n'es pas là Et je nage dans le Blue Lagoon Le Whisky pur, le Manhattan Et je te vois marcher toute nue Dans la 5e Avenue Rhabille-toi, tu vas prendre froid Et rapporte-moi du chocolat
Des heures que tu ne m'appelles pas Et que le temps ne s'écoule pas Comme si c'était une mélasse Et tu t'éloignes et je me lasse Et mon intolérable angoisse N'est qu'une péripétie de plus Je me sens vieux, tu n'es qu'une p'tite conne Mais je t'aimais comme personne Et je te vois marcher toute nue Dans la 5e Avenue Rhabille-toi, tu vas prendre froid Et rapporte-moi du chocolat
New Virginia Composer(s): Étienne Roda-Gil; Julien Clerc Performer(s): Julien Clerc
Je te connais Tu as ton toit Un tas d'amour De rien Un tas de n'importe quoi Un tas de mystères De cheveux, de chevaux Pas de bois De paysages labourés De pierres bien entassées Un tas de souvenirs Si petit, si frais Je te connais Tu as ton toit Et je veux vivre là
Intoxiqué Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Gaby Wagenheim Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Tu m'as fait goûter au poison de ton amour Tout en toi m'a possédé nuit et jour Pourtant quand j'ai cru toucher le paradis Sans espoir tu es partie Tu étais toute ma chance et toute ma joie Tu étais mon espérance et ma foi Mais délaissant mon amour et brisant ma vie Sans espoir tu es partie Ah! pourrais-je t'oublier Je ne le crois pas tu fais partie de moi-même Comment cesser de t'aimer Autant arracher ce coeur qui t'aime Tu m'as fait goûter au poison de ton amour Tout en toi m'a possédé nuit et jour Pourtant j'ai cru toucher au paradis Sans rancoeur ni haine Sans remords ni peine Sans retour tu es partie
Et toutes mes nuits son privée de sommeil Et mes jours sont trop longs sans espoir de soleil Je me sens perdu entouré de passé Car le monde entier semble m'abandonner C'est comme une drogue qui manque à ma joie Car je suis intoxiqué de toi Toi toi toi toi
Tu m'as fait goûter au poison de ton amour Tout en toi m'a possédé nuit et jour Pourtant quand j'ai cru toucher le paradis Sans espoir tu es partie Tu étais toute ma chance et toute ma joie Tu étais mon espérance et ma foi Mais délaissant mon amour et brisant ma vie Sans espoir tu es partie Ah! pourrais-je t'oublier Je ne le crois pas tu fais partie de moi-même Comment cesser de t'aimer Autant arracher ce coeur qui t'aime Tu m'as fait goûter au poison de ton amour Tout en toi m'a possédé nuit et jour Pourtant j'ai cru toucher au paradis Sans rancoeur ni haine Sans remords ni peine Sans retour tu es partie
Ma tête est intoxiquée, mes yeux sont intoxiqués Ma bouche est intoxiquée, mon coeur est intoxiqué Mes bras sont intoxiqués, mon corps est intoxiqué Mon âme est intoxiquée, ma vie est intoxiquée Tout en moi tu vois, est intoxiqué de toi
Intoxicated Man (English Version: Intoxicated Man by Mick Harvey - 1995) Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg First release by: Serge Gainsbourg - 1962 Covered by multiple other artists
Je bois A trop forte dose Je vois Des éléphants roses Des araignées sur le plastron D'mon smoking Des chauves-souris au plafond Du living-Room
Eh toi Dis-moi quelque chose Tu es là Comme un marbre rose Aussi glacé que le plastron D'mon smoking Aussi pâle que le plafond Du living-Room
L'amour Ne m'dit plus grand chose Toujours Ces araignées sur le plastron D'mon smoking Ces chauves-souris au plafond Du living-Room
Eh toi Dis-moi quelque chose Tu es là Comme un marbre rose Aussi glacé que le plastron D'mon smoking Aussi pâle que le plafond Du living-Room
New Orleans Composer(s): Sid Tepper; Roy C. Bennett Performer(s): Elvis Presley
You'll never know What heaven means Until you've been down to New Orleans You ain't been livin' till you cuddle and coo With some black-eyed baby by de old bayou
You've never seen You've never seen those Cupid doll queens Like they got 'em in New Orleans And, ooh, they love you like no-one can It makes you awful glad that you were born a man
If-if-if you ain't been there Then you ain't been nowhere The livin's lazy and the lovin's fine If you feel low down So help me Hannah You should lose the blues in Loui-si-i-si-ana
Get the lead Get the lead out of your jeans And hot foot it down, hot foot down to where? New Orleans Louisiana baby tells you stay awhile Live it up, love it up, southern style Way down in New Orleans
Into The Valley Composer(s): Stuart Adamson; Richard Jobson First release by: The Skids - 1979 Covered by multiple other artists
Into the Valley Betrothed and divine Realisations no virtue But who can define Why soldiers go marching Those masses a line This disease is catching From victory to stone
Ahoy! Ahoy! Land, sea and sky Ahoy! Ahoy! Boy, man and soldier Ahoy! Ahoy! Deceived and then punctured Ahoy! Ahoy! Long may they die
Out of concealment Blank and stark eyed Why so uncertain This culture deceives Prophesised, brainwashed Tomorrow's demise All systems failing The placards unroll
Ahoy! Ahoy! Land, sea and sky Ahoy! Ahoy! Boy, man and soldier Ahoy! Ahoy! Deceived and then punctured Ahoy! Ahoy! Long may they die
Time for the audit The gathering trial A collectors dilemma Repositioned and filed
New Orleans Composer(s): Frank Guida; Joseph Royster Performer(s): Gary "U.S." Bonds
Come on everybody take a trip with me Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans The honey suckle is bloomin on the honeysuckle vine And love is blomin there all the time Every Southern elle is a Mississippi queen Down the Mississippi down in New Orleans Come on take a stroll down to Basin Street And listen to the music with the Dixieland beat The magnolia bloosoms fills the air If you ain't been to heaven, then you ain't been there French moss hangin' from a big oak tree Down the Mississippi down in New Orleans Come on everybody take a trip with me Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans The honey suckle is bloomin on the honeysuckle vine And love is blomin there all the time Every Southern elle is a Mississippi queen Down the Mississippi down in New Orleans
Into The Mystic Composer(s): Van Morrison First release by: Van Morrison - 1970 Covered by multiple other artists
We were born before the wind Also younger than the sun Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic Hark, now hear the sailors cry Smell the sea and feel the sky Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home And when the fog horn blows I want to hear it I don't have to fear it
And I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old And magnificently we will flow into the mystic
When that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it I don't have to fear it
And I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old And together we will flow into the mystic Come on girl...
(Y'all come down to New Orleans) (Y'all come down to New Orleans)
Y'all come down to New Orleans To the city where the king is the blues Y'all come down to New Orleans Where the rhythm travels down to your shoes
Jambalaya and potato pies Creole babies with their pretty eyes You'll find them there in New Orleans They got 'em there in New Orleans
They learn from their Mammy and Pappy To dance till the break of the day Folks there know the way to be happy A-let me tell ya, now what do you say
Y'all come down to New Orleans To the city where the king is the blues Y'all come down to New Orleans Where the rhythm travels down to your shoes
Well, the shrimp boats are comin' up the Mississip' Uh-huh-huh, pack your bags, c'mon and make the trip 'Cause when you get to New Orleans You'll like it there in New Orleans
(Instrumental Break)
They learn from their Mammy and Pappy To dance till the break of the day Folks there know the way to be happy A-let me tell ya, now what do you say
Y'all come down to New Orleans To the city where the king is the blues Y'all come down to New Orleans Where the rhythm travels down to your shoes
Well, the shrimp boats are comin' up the Mississip' A-pack your bags, come on and make the trip 'Cause when you get to New Orleans You'll like it there in New Orleans
Y'all come down to New Orleans Y'all come down to New Orleans Y'all come down to New Orleans