Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Samarcanda Composer(s): Roberto Vecchioni First release by: Roberto Vecchioni - 1977 Covered by multiple other artists
C'era una grande festa nella capitale perché la guerra era finita I soldati erano tornati tutti a casa e avevano gettato le divise Per la strada si ballava e si beveva vino i musicanti suonavano senza interruzione Era primavera e le donne potevano, dopo tanti anni riabbracciare i loro uomini All'alba furono spenti i falò e fu proprio allora che tra la folla per un momento, a un soldato parve di vedere una donna vestita di nero che lo guardava con occhi cattivi
Ridere ridere ridere ancora ora la guerra paura non fa brucian le divise dentro il fuoco la sera brucia nella gola vino a sazietà musica di tamburelli fino all'aurora il soldato che tutta la notte ballò vide tra la folla quella nera Signora vide che cercava lui e si spaventò
"Salvami, salvami grande sovrano fammi fuggire, fuggire di qua alla parata lei mi stava vicino e mi guardava con malignità" "Dategli, dategli un animale figlio del lampo, degno di un re presto, più presto perché possa scappare dategli la bestia più veloce che c'è"
"Corri cavallo, corri ti prego fino a Samarcanda io ti guiderò non ti fermare, vola ti prego corri come il vento che mi salverò... oh oh cavallo, oh oh cavallo, oh oh cavallo oh oh cavallo, oh oh"
Fiumi poi campi poi l'alba era viola bianche le torri che infine toccò ma c'era tra la folla quella nera Signora e stanco di fuggire la sua testa chinò "Eri tra la gente nella capitale so che mi guardavi con malignità son scappato in mezzo ai grilli e alle cicale son scappato via ma ti ritrovo qua!"
"Sbagli, ti inganni, ti sbagli soldato io non ti guardavo con malignità era solamente uno sguardo stupito cosa ci facevi l'altro ieri là? T'aspettavo qui per oggi a Samarcanda eri lontanissimo due giorni fa ho temuto che per aspettar la banda non facessi in tempo ad arrivare qua"
Non è poi così lontano Samarcanda corri cavallo, corri di là... ho cantato insieme a te tutta la notte corri come il vento che ci arriverà "Oh oh cavallo, oh oh cavallo, oh oh cavallo oh oh cavallo, oh oh"
Sam, You Made The Pants Too Long Composer(s): Milton Berle; Sam M. Lewis; Victor Young Performer(s): Barbra Streisand and multiple other artists
Trousers dragging, slowly dragging through the street Yes! I'm walking, but I'm walking without feet! I'm not finding fault at all You're too big and I'm too small But Sam, you promised me both ends would meet
You made the coat and vest fit the best You made the lining nice and strong But Sam, you made the pants too long
You made the peak lapel look so swell So who am I to say you're wrong? But Sam, you made the pants too long
They got a belt and they got suspenders So what can they lose? But what good are belts and suspenders When the pants are hanging over the shoes
You feel a winter breeze up and down the knees The belt is where the tie belongs 'Cause Sam, Sam, Sam you made the pants too long!
It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year Composer(s): Eddie Pola; George Wyle Performer(s): Andy Williams; and various other artists
It's the most wonderful time of the year With the kids jingle belling And everyone telling you, "Be of good cheer" It's the most wonderful time of the year
It's the hap-happiest season of all With those holiday greetings And glad happy meetings when friends come to call It's the hap-happiest season of all
There'll be parties for hosting Marshmallows for toasting And caroling out in the snow There'll be scary ghost stories and tales of the glories Of Christmases long, long ago
It's the most wonderful time of the year There'll be much mistletoe-ing And hearts will be glowing, when loved ones are near It's the most wonderful time of the year
Sam The Skull Composer(s): Harry Hagan Performer(s): Alastair McDonald
Im a cat, Im a cat, Im a Glasgow cat and my name is Sam the Skull Ive got claws on my paws like a crocodiles jaws, and a heid like a fermers bull Im no the kind of cat that sat on a mat or the kind that ye gie a hug Im the kind of cat that strangles rats, and even the occasional dog
Well, I roam aroon doon Shettlestoon and they all know me by sight Its the Skull! Its the Skull!, you can hear them yell As they vanish in tae the night The Polis Station doon oor way has bars on the windy sill Its no to keep the prisoners in, its to keep oot Sam the Skull
Im a cat, Im a cat, Im a Glasgow cat and my name is Sam the Skull Ive got claws on my paws like a crocodiles jaws, and a heid like a fermers bull Im no the kind of cat that sat on a mat or the kind that ye gie a hug Im the kind of cat that strangles rats, and even the occasional dog
Well, one fine day no so long ago, they all had had their fill They sent for the R.S.P.C.A. to come and catch the Skull Theres naebody kin get oot while he's roamin aboot chasin all the weans up the close Peein on the stairs scratchin his erse and sittin there pickin his nose
Im a cat, Im a cat, Im a Glasgow cat and my name is Sam the Skull Ive got claws on my paws like a crocodiles jaws, and a heid like a fermers bull Im no the kind of cat that sat on a mat or the kind that ye gie a hug Im the kind of cat that strangles rats, and even the occasional dog
Well, oot came the men aboot half past ten in their wee blue Escort van Right roon the back, one had a sack, and the other had a mallet in his hand I watched them run doon the back of the hoose, Then I casually strolled tae the van I jumped in the front and I was off, everything had gone tae plan
Ye can hear them say doon Shettleston way, Whatever happened to Sam the Skull? He had claws on his paws like a crocodiles jaws, and a heid like a framers bull You can tell them for me that Im still running free, never a day is dull It might sound absurd, but Im livin wi a bird in a single end in Maryhill
Im a cat, Im a cat, Im a Glasgow cat and my name is Sam the Skull Ive got claws on my paws like a crocodiles jaws, and a heid like a fermers bull Im no the kind of cat that sat on a mat or the kind that ye gie a hug Im the kind of cat that strangles rats, and even the occasional dog
I've Been Looking For Christmas Composer(s): Kevin Savigar; Patty Smyth Performer(s): Donny Osmond
Blue and green Red and White Broken hearts strung on Christmas lights Hanging up the mistletoe If you've got someone to kiss you baby Don't let them go I hear the angels sing "Gloria" Love is the gift He brings
I've been looking for Christmas On the streets In the faces passing by I've been searching for Christmas Well it's right there in your eyes
Years ago I still believed In silent night Oh Christmas tree I fell behind old memories I think it's time to gather these I hear the angels saying "Home is where the heart is" This is the gift that I bring
I've been looking for Christmas On the streets In the faces passing by I've been searching for Christmas Well it's right there in your eyes
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow Anywhere but here It's been cold, so cold, so cold All this time that you were not here I hear the children saying "God bless one and all" These are the gifts they bring
I've been looking for Christmas On the streets In the faces passing by I've been searching for Christmas Well it's right there in your eyes Well it's right there in your eyes Well it's right there in your eyes
Sam Stone Composer(s): John Prine Performer(s): John Prine and multiple other artists
Sam Stone came home to his wife and family After serving in the conflict overseas And the time that he served had shattered all his nerves And left a little shrapnel in his knees But the morphine eased the pain And the grass grew 'round his brain And gave him all the confidence he lacked With a purple heart and a monkey on his back
There'e a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose Little pitchers have big ears Don't stop to count the years Sweet things never last too long on broken radios, uhm...
Sam Stone's welcome home didn't last too long He went to work when he'd spent his last dime And soon he took to stealing when he got that empty feeling For a hundred dollar habit without overtime And the gold rolled through his veins Like a thousand railroad trains And eased his mind in the hours that he chose While the kids ran around wearin' other peoples clothes
There'e a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose Little pitchers have big ears Don't stop to count the years Sweet things never last too long on broken radios, uhm...
Sam Stone was alone when he popped his last balloon Climbing walls while sitting in a chair Well, he playes his last request while the room smelled just like death With an overdose hovering in the air But life had lost it's fun There was nothing to be done But to trade his house that he bought on the GI bill For a flag-draped casket on a local heroe's hill
There'e a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose Little pitchers have big ears Don't stop to count the years Sweet things never last too long on broken radios, uhm...
Sam Composer(s): John Farrar; Hank Marvin; Don Black Performer(s): Olivia Newton-John
I heard that you're on your own now So am I I'm living alone now I was wrong So were you What will you do? Are you glad to be free? Are you feeling lost just like me? Longing for company
Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am Come around and talk awhile I need your smile You need a shoulder Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am And the door is open wide Come on inside Longing to see you Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am
I find the days hard to face now Empty rooms There's much too much space now And the nights go so slow I'm sure you know Wish I knew what to do It would be so nice seeing you And it might help you too
Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am Come around and talk awhile I need your smile You need a shoulder Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am And the door is open wide Come on inside Longing to see you Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am
Oh Sam, you know where I am Oh Sam, ooh Sam You know, you know You know where I am
It's Christmas Time For Everyone But Me
Composer(s): Dixie Dean; Ray King
Performer(s): Buck Owens
It must be that time again the snow is falling
In the air there's happiness that you can't see
From the little country church the bells are ringing
Oh it's Christmas time for everyone but me
Oh it's Christmas time for everyone but me
the lights are shining brightly on the tree
It's the season of the cheer
how I wish that you would here
Oh it's Christmas time for everyone but me
Oh everything is nothing dear without you
And it's hard to live with just a memory
For I need your love to give each day a meaning
Oh it's Christmas time for everyone but me
Oh it's Christmas time for everyone but me
the lights are shining brightly on the tree
It's the season of the cheer
how I wish that you would here
Oh it's Christmas time for everyone but me
Salzburg Composer(s): Jule Styne; Betty Comden; Adolph Green Performer(s): Jean Stapleton, Eddie Lawrence
Sue: You said it! You said it! I heard you say it! Oh Sandor!
Sandor: Sue, Sue, Sue, I Love you, honey Sue, Sue, Sue, Give me your money With your life savings in the little blue sock
Sue: We will have enough to keep us out of hock
Sandor We'll fly together to a place I know where we, oh so happy will be
Sue: Oh, Where, Oh where is this place of mystery?
Sandor Where?
Sandor: In Salzburg by the sea Where love and laughter live eternally In Salzburg by the hill Where gondolas go gliding by the mill
Sue: What a thrill darling!
Sandor Tropical nights
Sue: Festival lights
Sandor Strudel for two at the midnight bull fights
Sue Arriba!
Sandor In Salzburg, Lovely Salzburg Where the flying fishes play Where the schnitzel is high as an elephant's eyes And the skies are not cloudy all day Come to Salzburg with me... Liebchen! By the sea!
Both O-le!
Sandor Come on, Sue
Sue Sandor, Tell me more!
Sandor You want more?
Sandor In Salzburg by the sea
Sue You said it!
Sandor Where all the worlds in love with gay Paree
Sue: You said you love me!
Sandor: In Salzburg on the shore
Sue: He loves me!
Sandor: Where Geisha girls keep coming back for more
Sue: Sandor!
Sandor: Liebchen
Sue: We'll live in style
Sandor: Gold by the pile
Both: Goulash for two as we barge down the Nile In Salzburg, Lovely Salzburg
Sandor: Where the corn and 'taters grow
Sue: In our sweet home sweet home all the roads lead to Rome
It's Christmas Time All Over The World Composer(s): Hugh Martin Performer(s): Jackie Gleason; and various other artists
It's Christmas time all over the World It's Christmas here at home The church bells chime wherever we roam Så riktig God Jul Feliz Natal Shenoraavor Nor Dari Dari To you
The snow is thick in most of the world Childrens' eyes are wide As old Saint Nick gets ready to ride So Feliz Navidad Sretan Bozic And Happy New Year New Year To you
Though the customs might change And the language is strange This appeal we feel is real In Holland or Hong Kong It's Christmas time all over the World In places near and far And so my friend wherever you are Ein fröhliches Weihnachten Kala Christougenna Yoi kurisumasu This means a very Merry Christmas Christmas, Christmas To you
Salzanitos Composer(s): M. Oyarbide; D. Salzano Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto
Mis hijos serán trompetistas, o no serán nada les prohibo cirujanos, arquitectos mucho menos banqueros, hombres de la Bolsa Serán trompetistas, maravillas desde chicos en el zapato de Reyes, la corchea en el otro zapato el de las fuccias Después les compró la bolsa la vida les doy almanaques de caballos les compro aparatos con cosquillas Los pongo contra el cielo les explico de Dios y de Louis Amstrong Mis hijos serán descalzos, errabundos detenidos palpados de uno o más amores Hm! les encontrarán, es claro, la trompeta Andarán por tío vivos con palabras giratorias tendrán amigos, enemigos, ex amigos Tendrán que empeñar su palabra, su café "pero no empeñarán nunca su trompeta" les diré "pues una trompeta, es una trompeta" ... Les regalaré una gamuza de gamuza ... Les haré escribir "bis" en los retretes Eso haré, eso serán ... Y aquí va mi testamento Les dejo un repertorio de tristezas úsenlo ... sólo de vez en cuando El día de mi muerte vayan todos al entierro lleven sacos colorados, lleven la trompeta toquen "Rosa", "Madreselva" ... o algn otro blues ... Pero, cuidado, lleven las bufandas en los cementerios se muere de amor y frío ... Y yo los amo tanto ... !!!
Quien sabe el justo valor del hombre que arriesga su ser y se convierte en adicto al amor Quien puede juzgar su moral pecado, culpa y perdón de aquel que se haga adicto al amor Dar para ser capaz de dar uno mismo se tiene que amar y seguro se hace adicto al amor
Sálvame, yo tengo el vicio Ayúdame a ser tu divina adicción El mundo andará mejor cuando todos sean adictos al amor
Quien miente al decir la verdad le roba a la comunidad condena todo acto de amor Quien te hace perder la ilusión ante una pantalla virtual simula ser adicto al amor Y puedo ser tu rehén tu terrorista también puedo serte fiel si me lo pides
Sálvame, yo tengo el vicio Ayúdame a ser tu divina adicción El mundo andará mejor cuando todos sean adictos al amor
(Todos dicen que...) me amo a mi mismo (y no entienden que...) solo así, te puedo amar mi sano egoísmo te quiero contagiar y así, (así) rodando y rodando y me convierto en adicto al amor uh! nena no me ves, sálvame
Sálvame, yo tengo el vicio Ayúdame a ser la dulce tentación El mundo andará mejor cuando todos sean adictos al amor
El mundo andará mejor nena tengo el vicio, soy adicto al amor Sálvame, yo tengo el vicio Ayúdame a ser la dulce tentación Sálvame, sálvame, nena sálvame Ayúdame a ser
serte fiel, ser tu rehén (o rey) me hace tan bien Sálvame si uno no se quiere no puede querer Sálvame soy adicto a tu amor adicto a tu amor
The Christmas Tree Angel Composer(s): M.K. Jerome; Jack Scholl Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters; Vic Schoen
While angels are shining the stars Christmas eve A sweet little angel takes heavenly leave She likes to help Santa Claus dress up the tree So next Christmas morning. Look up and you'll see
Sweet Angie, the Christmas tree angel On the top of tippy tippy top of the tree All dressed up in stardust and tinsel Have a very very merry merry Christmas, says she
She colours the lights and she sprinkles the snow She hangs up the holly and bright mistletoe The loveliest angel you ever have met She makes Christmas one day we never forget
Sweet Angie, the Christmas tree angel On the top of tippy tippy top of the tree All dressed up in stardust and tinsel Have a very very merry merry Christmas, says she
When Santa has filled all the stockings with toys And left all his gifts for the good girls and boys Sweet Angie is busy till dawn starts to break Arranging the toys till the children awake
Then with the morning a smile on her face When Angie has put all the toys in their place The next thing you know, softly laughing with glee Sweet Angie returns to the top of the tree
Sweet Angie, the Christmas tree angel On the top of tippy tippy top of the tree All dressed up in stardust and tinsel Have a very very merry merry Christmas, says she
On the top of tippy tippy top of the tree Have a very very merry merry Christmas, says she
Salut Salaud Tu rentres un peu tard mais je sais, pour toi c'est tôt Raconte-moi ton histoire emmène-moi en bateau Sur un vieux quai de gare j'avais le cur dans l'eau
Salut Salaud Ce soir t'es pas bavard t'es pas bien dans ta peau T'as une guerre de retard ou une victoire en trop T'as perdu la mémoire mais ce serait trop beau
Salut Salaud T'as toujours une belle gueule même, quand tu en fais trop On n'peut pas t'laisser seul t'es comme un gosse idiot T'as des yeux d'épagneul et ça m'fait froid dans l'dos
Salut Salaud T'as pas changé d'adresse j'connais ton numéro Le comique la tendresse la violence et les mots Bravo, bravo
Salut Salaud C'est vrai t'as fait fortune dans tous les casinos T'aurais donné la lune pour un jeton de trop Y a des blondes moitié brunes qui voulaient t'faire la peau
Salut Salaud Il te manque la guitare pour jouer du Flamenco Autrefois dans les bars on t'applelait Hidalgo Ce soir t'as pas envie de parler des taureaux
Salut Salaud T'as toujours une belle gueule même quand tu en fais trop On n'peut pas t'laisser seul t'es comme un gosse idiot T'as des yeux d'épagneul et ça m'fait froid dans l'dos
Salut Salaud T'as pas changé d'adresse j'connais ton numéro Le comique, la tendresse, la violence et les mots Bravo, bravo
Salut Salaud Tu rentres un peu tard mais je sais, pour toi c'est tôt Raconte-moi ton histoire emmène-moi en bateau Sur un vieux quai de gare j'avais le cur dans l'eau
It's Christmas Once Again
Composer(s): Elaine Blackman
Performer(s): Frankie Lymon & The Teenagers
and multiple other artists
Bum-bum-bum-bum
Merry voices raised in singing Carols through the streets are ringing All because it's Christmas once again
Lovers kiss in public shyly Mistletoe was hung there slyly All because it's Christmas once again
Little kiddies' noses flattened on the window pane Peeking at the dollys and the shiney choo-choo trains Santa's hitching up his reindeer, has his bag packed tight Everything is ready for the sleigh ride through the night
Christmas trees with lights are twinkling Glasses filled with snowflakes sprinkling All because it's Christmas once again
So here's a wish we keep repeating Please accept the season's greetings All because it's Christmas once again
Salut Les Copains Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë; Gilbert Bécaud Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud
Salut les copains Voyez j'ai mauvaise mine Les rues de Pantin Manquent de mandoline
Je pars en voyage Avec pour bagage Dans ma petite musette Cinq ou six chaussettes
Deux ou trois chemises Ma plus belle mise Moi je pars pour l'Italie
Vous me voyez sur des gondoles Emporté au fil des canaux De tarentelle en barcarolle Dansant l'soir au bord du Lido
Marchant sur le pavé de Rome Comme un Anglais aux Champs-Elysées Là-bas je serai un autre homme Là-bas je serai l'étranger Qui viendra visiter L'île de Capri et puis la tour de Pise Naples et Pompéi et cent vingt mille églises
Des palais antiques Et l'Adriatique Après tout qu'importe Il faut que je m'emporte Dans ma petite musette Cinq ou six chaussettes Moi je pars pour l'Italie
Je vous aime bien Mais comprenez quand même Le ciel de Pantin Est pauvre en oxygène
Je pars en voyage Avec pour bagage Dans ma petite musette Cinq ou six chaussettes
Deux ou trois chemises Ma plus belle mise Moi je pars pour l'Italie
Salut les copains N'ayez pas de rancune L'Italie c'est loin Mais ce n'est pas la lune
Maintenant c'est l'heure Y n'faut pas qu'on pleure Je m'en vais c'est sage Faire mes bagages Deux ou trois chemises Ma plus belle mise Moi je pars pour l'Italie
Salut les copains J'ai toujours bonne mine J'ai raté mon train Adieu les mandolines J'partais en voyage Avec pour bagage Dans ma petite musette Cinq à six chaussettes Deux ou trois chemises Ma plus belle mise Je partais pour l'Italie
It's Christmas Everywhere Composer(s): Paul Anka Performer(s): Paul Anka
Snowflakes falling down, on every little town A blanket of stars above Church bells are ringing, children are singing It's Christmas, it's Christmas, Christmas everywhere
Lovers often go, under mistletoe And kiss until dawn's early light Sleigh bells are ringing, choirs are singing It's Christmas, it's Christmas, Christmas everywhere
Christmas trees all aglow Stockings are hung with care Stars brightly gleaming, children are dreaming That Santa soon will be there
Snowflakes falling down, on every little town A blanket of stars above Church bells are ringing, choirs are singing It's Christmas, it's Christmas, Christmas everywhere It's Christmas everywhere