Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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It Doesn't Matter How I Say It (It's What I Say That Matters)
It Doesn't Matter How I Say It (It's What I Say That Matters) Composer(s): Drake Hollon Performer(s): Florence Ballard
If I were a candy dish, Id wanna be the one you keep your sweets in, my sweet man And if I were a lamp, Id wanna be the one you turned on every night, ooh ooh baby And If I were a bank, Id wanna hold all your deposits And If I were a rose, I might be growing in your garden
Baby, this aint nothin new that Im sayin to ya, no Its just another way of tellin you that I love you Doesnt matter how I say it (doesnt matter how I say it), Its what I say that matters ( its what I say that matters) And I love you, love you, love you boy, doesnt matter how I say it I love you, love you, love you boy, doesnt matter how I say it
If I were a pillow babe, Id wanna be the one you rest your head on, and dream on And If I were a mountain reachin' high, Id wanna be the one you climb, ooh ooh baby And if I were a pipe, Id wanna be the one you're smokin And if I were a place, Id wanna be the place your goin
Baby, this aint nothin new that Im sayin to ya, no Its just another way of tellin you that I love you Doesnt matter how I say it (doesnt matter how I say it), Its what I say that matters ( its what I say that matters) And I love you, love you, love you boy, doesnt matter how I say it I love you, love you, love you boy, doesnt matter how I say it
I love you, oh
(repeat): I love you, love you, love you boy, doesnt matter how I say it
Hello Sadness (French Version: Bonjour Tristesse) Composer(s): Georges Auric; Jacques Datin; Henri Lemarchand; Arthur Laurents Performer(s): Juliette Greco
I live with melancholy my friend his vague distress I wake up every morning and say Bonjour Tristesse
The street I walk is sadness my house has no addresss the letters that i write me begin Bonjour Tristesse
The loss of a lover is pain sharp and bitter to recall I've lost no casual lover I have no pain from wich to recover
I've lost me that is all
My smile is void of laughter my kiss has no caress I'm faithful to my lover my bitter sweet, Tristesse
No Hay Ni Un Corazón Que Valga La Pena Composer(s): Miguel Bosé Performer(s): Miguel Bosé
No hay ni un corazón que valga la pena Ni uno solo que no venga herido de guerra Y sigo aquí... cuánto silencio hay Cuánto silencio, no sé
El tiempo agotado en compases de espera Dibuja un desierto por dentro y por fuera Que tira pa'atrás a quien logre acercarse hasta aquí No quiero pasados cargados de impuestos Ni busco imposibles en cielos abiertos Pero algo que valga la paz por la que hay que apostar
Amor inmenso y sin herida Sin historia y a medida Amor que no haga más preguntas Preparado a no entender Amor que mire bien de frente Suficientemente fuerte Amor que no busque salida Y no me cueste la vida
No hay ni un corazón que valga la pena No hay un puto corazón sin carga o problema Olvídate
No hay un solo corazón... No hay un corazón que no vaya de pena No hay un puto corazón en toda esta tierra Que dé descanso y no haga preguntas Olvídate Quisiera volar hasta donde te escondes Contarte de una vez qué razones me rompen Dejar de echar tanto de menos a tu corazón Y quisiera tenerlo, robarlo aunque fuera Dejar de negar que aún me vale la pena aquél corazón que me late dentro de tí
Amor inmenso y sin herida Sin historia y a medida Amor que no haga más preguntas Preparado a no entender Amor que mire bien de frente Suficientemente fuerte Amor que no busque salida Y no me cueste la vida
It Doesn't Matter Anymore Composer(s): Paul Anka First release by: Buddy Holly - 1959 Covered by multiple other artists
There you go and baby here am I Well you left me here so I could sit and cry Golly gee what have you done to me Well I guess it doesn't matter anymore
Do you remember baby last September How you held me tight each and every night Oh baby how you drove me crazy But I guess it doesn't matter any more
There's no use in me a-crying I've done everything and now I'm sick of trying I've thrown away my nights, wasted all my days over you
Now you go your way baby and I'll go mine Now and forever 'till the end of time And I'll find somebody new and baby We'll say we're through and you won't matter any more
There's no use in me a-crying I've done everything and now I'm sick of trying I've thrown away my nights, wasted all my days over you
Now you go your way baby and I'll go mine Now and forever 'till the end of time And I'll find somebody new and baby We'll say we're through and you won't matter any more
No Hard Feelings Composer(s): Eric Carmen Performer(s): Eric Carmen
We was young And still believed in "A Hard Day's Night" But no one seemed to understand That there was no relief in sight The company man He's got his nose glued to the charts He says the record's doin' fine But now the group is fallin' apart
I hope there's no hard feelings 'Cause there isn't anyone to blame I hope there's no hard feelings 'Cause nothin' ever stays the same Well we was locked in image prison Waitin' for that break We was raped, reshaped and tryin' to escape Caught in a rock and roll time warp Just tryin' to find the way to get out
Four years on And things were really gettin' too intense Critics ravin' 'bout our album But we're makin' fifty cents And in the end We was facin' the hard, cold truth So tomorrow come what may Looks like it's Ricky and The Tooth
I hope there's no hard feelings 'Cause there isn't anyone to blame I hope there's no hard feelings 'Cause nothin' ever stays the same Well we was locked in image prison Waitin' for that break We was raped, reshaped and tryin' to escape Caught in a rock and roll time warp Just tryin' to find the way to get out
We gave it everything we had to give But it was gettin' so tough Too much frustration makes it hard to live I think enough is enough I said enough is enough
I hope there's no hard feelings 'Cause there isn't anyone to blame I hope there's no hard feelings 'Cause nothin' ever stay the same While we was locked in image prison Waitin' for that break We was raped, reshaped and tryin' to escape Caught in a rock and roll time warp Just tryin' to fine the way to get out
Lemme out, lemme out Lemme out, lemme out I gotta get out Lemme out, lemme out I gotta gotta gotta get out Lemme out I gotta get out Lemme out, lemme out, lemme out Lemme out
No Hacen Falta Alas Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
No hacen falta alas para hacer un sueño basta con las manos basta con el pecho basta con las piernas y con el empeño
No hacen falta alas para ser más bellos basta el buen sentido del amor inmenso no hacen falta alas para alzar el vuelo
Si... Recojo fondos para pobres de amistad y de sonrisa recojo cuanto haya de bien en lo que esconde tu camisa acepto cuanto pueda ser útil al coro que compongo siempre que quieras compartir un sueño ancho, largo y hondo Oh...
Recojo el hielo a la deriva de los poros congelados luego con buena voluntad y mucha miel haré un helado no le daré, no le daré al mentiroso y al cobarde repartiré, repartiré sólo al que ama y al que arde Oh...
No hacen falta alas para hacer un sueño basta con las manos basta con el pecho basta con las piernas y con el empeño
No hacen falta alas para ser más bellos basta el buen sentido del amor inmenso no hacen falta alas para alzar el vuelo
Recojo fondos para pobres de amistad y de sonrisa recojo cuanto haya de bien en lo que esconde tu camisa acepto cuanto pueda ser útil al coro que compongo siempre que quieras compartir un sueño ancho, largo y hondo Oh...
Recojo el hielo a la deriva de los poros congelados luego con buena voluntad y mucha miel haré un helado no le daré, no le daré al mentiroso y al cobarde repartiré, repartiré sólo al que ama y al que arde Oh...
¡Vengan los buenos a comer de este helado gigante!
Goodbye Dear, I'll Be Back In A Year Composer(s): Mack Kay Performer(s): Horace Heidt and multiple other artists
(male): Goodbye dear, I'll be back in a year 'cause I'm in the army now They took my number right out of a hat And there's nothing a guy can do about that
(female): But when you get back you'll be all tan and brown Say couldn't we buy that cottage right up out of town
(male): Goodbye dear, I'll be back in a year Don't forget that I love you
(female): Don't fear dear I'll be here in a year 'Cause I'm true to the army now
(male): Ah, what a soldier, you wait and see Why, I'll be a big gun in the artillery
(female): Now honey be sure and keep cozy and warm Gee, you look cute in the new uniform
(male): Goodbye dear, I'll be back in a year Don't forget that I love you
(male): Goodbye dear, well I'm here for a year I'm in the army now But don't you worry, the general and I are the greatest of pals
(female): Now [?], don't you lie
(male): Now he fixed it up so I could have breakfast in bed
(female): Well, why are you peeling potatoes instead?
(male): Oh, he's just kidding me Goodbye dear, I'll be back in a year Don't forget that I
No Hace Falta Que Lo Digas Composer(s): Alejandro Lerner Performer(s): Alejandro Lerner; Dulce; Mijares
No hace falta que me mires No hace falta que lo digas No hace falta que me expliques cuando lloras o te ríes No hace falta decir que me quiero morir a tu lado Te amo
No hace falta que te quedes No hace falta que te insista No hace falta que te llore Si nos veremos arriba
No hace falta decir que me quiero morir a tu lado Te amo
No hace falta que soñemos que es mentira que no existe la muerte cuando hay amor
Esta misma historia continúa sólo cambia el escenario en la escena del amor
No hace falta que te mienta No hace falta que lo pidas No hace falta que me extrañes si te encontraré algún día
No hace falta decir que me quiero morir a tu lado Te amo
No hace falta que soñemos que es mentira que no existe la muerte cuando hay amor
Esta misma historia continúa sólo cambia el escenario en la escena del amor
No hace falta que te insista No hace falta que te llore Si nos veremos arriba
No hace falta decir que me quiero morir a tu lado Te amo
It Doesn't Matter Composer(s): Chris Hillman; Stephen Stills First release by: Stephen Stills - 1972 Covered by multiple other artists
She was just lookin' Wonderin' if you might notice her smile She was just watchin' Hopin' you might want to stay for a while Let her be by your side You don't have to say why You don't have to say why It doesn't matter She was just lookin' at you
Standing alone while she tells you goodbye She still wishes you'd stay Wanting to tell you the way that she feels She can't think what to say Except don't walk away You might need her some day You might need her some day
It doesn't matter She was just lookin' at you
She was just watchin' As you walked away without turnin' around She was jut cryin' Her head in her hands and her eyes on the ground Without making a sound Oh but don't turn around Leave her behind She'll be around If you change your mind baby
No Habrá Más Serenatas Composer(s): Alfonso Valencia; Marino Valencia Performer(s): Javier Solis
Mis amigos cancioneros ya no habrá más serenatas que le demos a esa ingrata Porque anoche me ha pagado el amor que yo le daba con una infame traición
A las doce sale el tren que me ha de llevar muy lejos y no volveré jamás Pero si algún día la encuentran le dicen que me he marchado ciego de tanto llorar
Si el destino me ha escogido para descargar en mi alma el dolor y la crueldad No protesto sólo pido que me dé pronto el olvido con la muerte y nada más
Mis amigos cancioneros cántenme la que me gusta que me quiero emborrachar En la vida escrito está que los que amaron sufrieron y los que aman sufrirán
Get Your Biscuits In The Oven And Your Buns In The Bed
Get Your Biscuits In The Oven And Your Buns In The Bed Composer(s): Kinky Friedman Performer(s): Kinky Friedman
You uppity women I dont understand Why you gotta go and try to act like a man But before you make your weekly visit to the shrink You'd better occupy the kitchen, liberate the sink
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed That's what I to my baby said Women's liberation is a-going to your head Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed
Early every morning you're out on the street Passing out pamphlets to everyone you meet You gave up your maiden form for Lent And now the front of your dress has an air scoop vent
Every single brakeman that's ever come along Had a little woman always tellin' him that he's wrong Eve said to Adam, "Here's an apple, you horse" And Delilah defoliated Samson's moss
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed That's what I to my baby said Women's liberation is a-going to your head Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed
Mean-hearted harpies are breaking all the laws Tearing up their girdles and a-burning up their bras Now the air is dirty and the sex is clean And your coffee makes my hair turn green
So damn emancipated in your mind and your body Gonna have to cancel all your lessons in karate If you can't love a male chauvinist You'd better cross me off your shopping list
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed That's what I to my baby said Women's liberation is a-going to your head Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed
No Fun Composer(s): David Alexander; Ron Asheton; Iggy Pop Performer(s): The Sex Pistols; and various other artists
No fun, my babe no fun No fun, my babe no fun No fun to hang around Feeling that same old way No fun to hang around Freaked out for another day
No fun, my babe no fun No fun, my babe no fun No fun to be alone Walking by my self No fun to be alone In love with nobody else
Well, maybe go out, maybe stay home Maybe call Mom on the telephone Well, come on, well, come on Well, come on, well, come on Well, come on, well, come on Well, come on, well, come on No fun to be alone No fun to be alone Hang on, don´t let me go No fun to be alone
No Expense Spared Composer(s): Rick Wakeman; Adam Wakeman Performer(s): Wakeman With Wakeman
You say you won´t believe me When I tell you that I´m scared And the way you walk you walk towards me Only shows that you once cared Now there´s no, no expense spared No expense spared (2x) No expense, no, no
No, no, no Everybody knows Everybody´s singing in the one man show of life My life, some life Some life (5x) Life (3x)
Cheap, so cheap, a bargain Buy it at the shop, at the store with a cheque or card Tell me now, what should I be doing here? No expense is spared So any little deal will do, I give it no regard Hanging around, that´s all I seem to do when you´re around Buy, buy, buy our product Well below the recommended price, it´s not so hard Absolutely stunning That´ll do nicely, slap it on the card today Oh I can´t see, what you want from me No expense is spared I haven´t any money so American Express will pay No commitment, no financial guarantee
I should own the bank, then Take it all away to play the town The price is down And there´s no expense spared for me
It Could Happen To You Composer(s): Johnny Burke; Jimmy Van Heusen First performance by: Fred MacMurray & Dorothy Lamour - 1944 Covered by multiple other artists
Hide your heart from sight Lock your dreams at night It could happen to you Don't count stars Or you might stumble Someone drops a sigh And down you tumble Keep an eye on spring Run when church bells ring It could happen to you All I did was wonder How your arms would be And it happened to me
