Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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O, Death O, Death Won't you spare me over til another year Well what is this that I can't see With ice cold hands takin' hold of me Well I am death, none can excel I'll open the door to heaven or hell Whoa, death someone would pray Could you wait to call me another day The children prayed, the preacher preached
Time and mercy is out of your reach I'll fix your feet til you cant walk I'll lock your jaw til you cant talk I'll close your eyes so you can't see This very air, come and go with me I'm death I come to take the soul Leave the body and leave it cold To draw up the flesh off of the frame Dirt and worm both have a claim O, Death O, Death Won't you spare me over til another year My mother came to my bed Placed a cold towel upon my head My head is warm my feet are cold Death is a-movin upon my soul Oh, death how you're treatin' me You've close my eyes so I can't see Well you're hurtin' my body You make me cold You run my life right outta my soul Oh death please consider my age Please don't take me at this stage My wealth is all at your command If you will move your icy hand Oh the young, the rich or poor Hunger like me you know No wealth, no ruin, no silver no gold Nothing satisfies me but your soul O, death O, death Won't you spare me over till another year Won't you spare me over till another year Won't you spare me over till another year
Runaround Composer(s): Chuck Berry; Cirino Colacrai Performer(s): The Fleetwoods
I'll never be the one to part Youve found a place here in my heart Go have your fun, runaround
I'll never leave you, I'm forever bound The streets are noisy, I'm all alone I sit and wait, dear, for you to phone Go have your fun Go have your fun runaround
I've waited too long it seems, you're running out of my Dreams (and waited and waited and waited) x12 Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe a new love youve found Ooh Settle down, runaround
Go have your fun I'll have my fun Go have your fun runaround
I've waited too long it seems, you're running out of my Dreams (and waited and waited and waited) x12 Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe a new love youve found Ooh Settle down, runaround
I'll never be the one to part Youve found a place here in my heart Go have your fun Go have your fun runaround
É bonito ver passar o tempo Ele já foi meu Ele já foi meu Já usou meu corpo Ele abusou de mim Será que me esqueceu Será que me esqueceu
Tive grandes planos Sonhos geniais Eu já tive vinte anos Pois agora eu tenho mais Tenho sete mares Mortes, mais de cem Já rendi uma cidade Agora eu quero bem Mil e um amores Cheiro de mulher Mamas de todas as cores Mamarei enquanto houver Garrafões de vinho Caldeirões de rum Se ficarem no caminho Não vai sobrar nenhum
Nem um louco pra cantar as minhas glórias Nem um fraco, a minha perdição Nem as águas As memórias Da trajetória do meu galeão Galeões de Espanha Ide ao vosso rei Ele sabe a minha sanha Mencionai-lhe que eu voltei Preparar a tropa Almirante inglês Já montei vossa chalupa Desmonto dessa vez Quero bandalheira Esfregar os pés Já sujei vossa bandeira Mijarei vosso convés Destroçar os panos Quero bacanais Eu já tive vinte anos Agora eu quero mais
It Keeps Right On A-Hurtin' Composer(s): Johnny Tillotson First release by: Johnny Tillotson - 1962 Covered by multiple other artists
I cry myself to sleep each night Wishing I could hold you tight Life seems so empty since you went away And the pillow where you lay your head Now holds my empty dreams instead And it keeps right on a-hurtin' Since you're gone
It keeps right on a-hurtin every minute of the day Every hour you're away I feel so lonely And I can't help it, I don't think I can go on And it keeps right on a-hurtin' since you're gone
They say a man ain't s'posed to cry But when I see you passing by My heart breaks down and cries a million tears The pillow where you lay your head Now holds my empty dreams instead And it keeps right on a-hurtin' since you're gone
It keeps right on a-hurtin every minute of the day Every hour you're away I feel so lonely And I can't help it, I don't think I can go on And it keeps right on a-hurtin' since you're gone
Yes, it keeps right on a-hurtin' since you're gone
O Ciúme Composer(s): Caetano Veloso Performer(s): Caetano Veloso
Dorme o sol à flor do Chico meio-dia Tudo esbarra embriagado de seu lume Dorme ponte, Pernambuco, o rio, Bahia Só vigia um ponto negro: o meu ciúme O ciúme lançou sua flecha preta E se viu ferido justo na garganta Quem nem alegre, nem triste nem poeta Entre Petrolina e Juazeiro canta Velho Chico vens de Minas De onde o oculto do mistério se escondeu Sei que o levas todo em ti Não me ensinas E eu sou só eu só eu Juazeiro, nem te lembras dessa tarde Petrolina, nem te chegaste a perceber Mas, na voz que canta tudo ainda arde Tu é perda, tudo quer buscar, cadê Tanta gente canta, tanta gente cala Tantas almas esticadas no curtume Sobre toda estrada, sobre toda sala Paira, monstruosa, a sombra do ciúme
Rosie The Riveter
Composer(s): Redd Evans; John Jacob Loeb
Performer(s): Four Vagabonds
and multiple other artists
All the day long
Whether rain or shine
She's a part of the assembly line
She's making history
Working for victory
Rosie the Riveter
Keeps a sharp lookout for sabatoge
Sitting up there on the fuselage
That little girl will do more than a male will do
Rosie's got a boyfriend, Charlie
Charlie, he's a Marine
Rosie is protecting Charlie
Working overtime on the riveting machine
When they gave her a production "E"
She was as proud as she could be
There's something true about
Red, white, and blue about
Rosie the Riveter
It Keeps Rainin' Composer(s): Dave Bartholomew; Fats Domino; Robert Guidry Performer(s): Fats Domino; Keith Powell; Jerry Williams
It keeps raining and raining Tears from my eyes Since you gone All I do is cry Won't somebody help Somebody help me Can't you see That my baby done left me She left me reeling and rocking Walking the floor She left a note last night She won't be back no more.
It keeps raining and raining Tears from my eyes Since you gone All I do is cry Won't somebody help Somebody help me Can't you see That my baby done left me She left me reeling and rocking Walking the floor She left a note last night She won't be back no more
Bing! Bang! Bong! Composer(s): Jay Livingston; Ray Evans Performer(s): Sophia Loren
Prego, prego, anywhere you may go make each day be a day full of fun if there's a game or a girl to be one do it with a bing, bang, bong (a bing bang bong) a bing, bang, bong
Presto, presto, do your very besto don't hang back like a shy little kid You'll be surprised if you did what you did If you'll do it with a bing, bang, bong (a bing bang bong) a bing, bang, bong
Be like Christopher Colombo, take a chance, take a chance Don't be a doppy or a gombo, going round, in a trance
One step, two step, step into a new step Live your life with a zip and a zing You'll have the world on the end of a string if you'll do it with a bing, bang, bong ( a bing, bang, bong) a bing, bang, bong
Prego, prego, anywhere you may go make each day be a day full of fun if there's a game or a girl to be one do it with a bing, bang, bong (a bing bang bong)a bing, bang, bong
Be like Christopher Colombo, take a chance, take a chance Don't be a doppy or a gombo, going round, in a trance
One step, two step, step into a new step Live your life with a zip and a zing You'll have the world on the end of a string if you'll do it with a bing, bang, bong, a bing, bang, bong
O Carole
((Adapted from: Carol (Chuck Berry) - 1958))
Composer(s): Chuck Berry - Manou Roblin
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday - 1964
Versions In Other Languages:
1977 - Oh Dearne (Normaal)
1977 - Karola Petersen (Torfrock)
O Carole Ne me regarde pas comme ça Ce soir si je suis là C'est pour te dire Qu'il ne viendra pas Ça ne vaut pas la peine de pleurer pour ça Tu le remplaceras D'ici huit jours, tu l'oublieras Maintenant dans tes yeux Toute la joie s'est envolée Sèche tes larmes, oublie tout ça Avec moi, viens danser Et quand il saura que tu t'es consolée dans mes bras Ce jour-là, peut-être, il reviendra vers toi O Carole Ne me regarde pas comme ça Ce soir si je suis là C'est parc'que tu es tout pour moi O Carole Tu danses dans mes bras mais tu es loin de moi Ouais, tu penses à celui qui ne viendra pas Mais je crois bien que c'est lui que j'aperçois là-bas Il vient tout droit vers toi, tu lui souris déjà Il est trop tard pour moi, c'est bien fini Et oui, déjà, on dirait qu'il a changé d'avis O Carole Ne me regarde comme ça Il y a trop de joie dans tes yeux C'est bien fini pour moi O Carole Ne me regarde comme ça Il y a trop de joie dans tes yeux C'est bien fini pour moi
Barefoot Baby
Composer(s): Carl Barefoot - Carl Stutz
Performer(s): Janis Martin; Laura Jo DeWitt; Shorty Long
The cat I love has got the blues
'Cause his feet won't fit in his blue suede shoes
Oh, barefoot baby, barefoot baby
He's my shoes, barefoot baby
Barefoot baby, barefoot baby
I love him so and I don't mean maybe
Got no leather for his feet
But my brefoot baby is oh, so sweet
He can wiggle his hips and wiggle his nose
But the gals go crazy when he wiggles his toes
Oh, barefoot baby, barefoot baby
He's my shoes, barefoot baby
Barefoot baby, barefoot baby
I love him so and I don't mean maybe
Got no leather for his feet
But my brefoot baby is oh, so sweet
He's a real cool cat with his crewcut hair
And the cat's meouw when his feet are bare
Oh, barefoot baby, barefoot baby
He's my shoes, barefoot baby
Barefoot baby, barefoot baby
I love him so and I don't mean maybe
Got no leather for his feet
But my brefoot baby is oh, so sweet
Each time we dance, he says to me
"Kick your shoes off, baby, let your feet fly free"
Oh, barefoot baby, barefoot baby
He's my shoes, barefoot baby
Barefoot baby, barefoot baby
I love him so and I don't mean maybe
Got no leather for his feet
But my barefoot baby is oh, so sweet
O' Captain, My Captain From "American Song" Composer(s): John Leavitt; Walt Whitman Performer(s): David Broza
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done The ship has weathered every rack the prize we sought is won The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red Where on the deck my Captain lies Fallen cold and dead
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells Rise up -- for you the flag is flung -- for you the bugle trills For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths -- for you the shores accrowding For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won Exult O shores, and ring O bells! But I, with mournful tread Walk the deck my Captain lies Fallen cold and dead
Cantador ((Adapted from: Like A Lover (by Sergio Mendes & Brasil '66) - 1968)) Composer(s): Dorival Caymmi - Nelson Motta Performer(s): Patti Cathcart & Tuck Andress - 1989
Amanhece, preciso ir Meu caminho é sem volta e sem ninguém Eu vou prá onde a estrada levar Cantador só sei cantar Ah! eu canto a dor Canto a vida e a morte, canto o amor Cantador não escolhe o seu cantar Canta o mundo que vê E pro mundo que vi meu canto é dor Mas é forte prá espantar a morte Prá todos ouvirem minha voz Mesmo longe De que servem meu canto e eu Se em meu peito há um amor que não morreu Ah! se eu soubesse ao menos chorar Cantador só sei cantar Ah! Eu canto a dor De uma vida perdida sem amor
Bangers And Mash
Composer(s): David Lee - Herbert Kretzmer
Performer(s): Peter Sellers & Sophia Loren
Him: I met her down in Napoli and didn't she look great? And so I brought her back to Blighty just to show me mates And though we're married happily I'll tell you furthermore I haven't had a decent meal since 1944
Her: Eat your minestrone, Joe Him: That's all you ever say Her: Eat your macaroni, Joe Him: Ever blinking day Her: No wonder you're so bony, Joe, and skinny as a rake Him: Well then, give us a bash at the bangers and mash me mother used to make
Him: Bangers and mash Her: Minestrone Him: Bangers and mash Her: Macaroni Him: Give us a bash at the bangers and mash me mother used to make
Her: Eat your tagliatelle, Joe Him: That's all I've heard for years Her: Eat your vermicelli, Joe Him: It's coming out me ears! Her: You've got to fill your belly, Joe, Joe for heaven's sake! Him: Well then, give us a bash at the bangers and mash me mother used to make
Her: Well alright! Him: Bangers and mash Her: Tagliatelle Him: Bangers and mash Her: Vermicelli Him: Give us a bash at the bangers and mash me mother used to make
Reporter: 1943: Allied forces land in Italy Him: There's a smashing-looking bird over there, Bert I think she's showing out there Bert: [Camp] Well why don't you chat her up, then? Him: Right Bon-giorno, sig-noreena there Here, are you married? Her: Drop-a dead-a Him: There you are, you can't have a fairer answer than that, can you?
Her: I met him back in Italy, so dashing and good-looking He wined me and he dined me every night He said I smiled so prettily and how he loved my cooking But since he's married me it seems he's lost his appetite
Him: Eat-a your tagliatelle, Soph Her: That's all you ever say Him: Eat-a your vermicelli, Soph Her: Ooh! Every blooming day Him: You've-a got to fill your belly, Soph, Soph for heaven's sake! Her: Well then, give us a bash at the bangers and mash your mother used to make
Him: Bangers and-a mash Her: Minestrone Him: Bangers and-a mash Her: Macaroni Him: Give me a bash with the banger and the mash like the same one that your mother was what are you laughing at now? Now, this is miserable, please!
Her: Joe? Him: Yes? Her: Why don't you belt up, or I'll give you a punch up the throat! Him: Now she's-a tells me Ha! Mamma mia!
(Our Love) Don't Throw It All Away Performer(s): Andy Gibb
Maybe I don't wanna know the reason why But lately you don't talk to me Darling I can't see me in your eyes I hold you near but you're so far away And it's losing you I can't believe To watch you leave and let this feeling die You alone are the living thing that keeps me alive And tomorrow if I'm here without your love You know I can't survive Only my love can raise you high above it all
Don't throw it all away, our love, our love Don't throw it all away, our love Don't throw it all away, our love, our love Don't throw it all away, our love
(break)
We can take the darkness and make if full of light But let your love flow back to me How can you leave and let this feeling die This happy room will be a lonely place when you are gone And I won't even have your shoulders for the crying on No other women's love could be as true, I'm begging you
We changed the world we made it ours to hold But dreams are made for those who really try This losing you is real But I still feel you here inside
It Is Obvious Composer(s): Syd Barrett Performer(s): Syd Barrett
It is obvious, may I say oh baby That it is found on another plane Yes I can creep into cupboards, sleep in the hall Your stars, my stars, a simple cock bars Only an impulse -- pie in the sky
Mumma listen dolly drift over your mind holly Creep into bed when your head's on the ground She held the torch on the porch and she winked an eye
The reason it is written on the brambles Stranded on the spikes, my blood red, oh listen Remember those times I could call through the clear day time and you'd be there? And braver and braver, a handkerchief waver
Growing together, the good of each other Wandering, stumbling, fumbling, rumbling Minds shot together, our minds shot together
So equally over a valley, a hill wood, on quarry stood each of us crying A velvet curtain of gray marked the blanket where sparrows play And the trees by the waving corn, stranded My legs moved the last empty inches to you The softness, the warmth and the weather in suspense Mog to a grog, the scar of white chalk Minds shot together, our minds shot together
