Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Settin' The Woods On Fire Composer(s): Ed G. Nelson; Fred Rose First release by: Hank Williams - 1952 Covered by multiple other artists
Well, comb your hair & paintin' powder You'll act proud & I'll act prouder You'll sing loud & I'll sing louder Tonight we're settin' the woods on fire
You're my girl & I'm your fella Dress up in your proper yello' I'll look swell but you'll look sweller We're settin' the woods on fire
We'll be takin' all the high school hops Tonight we're havin' fun We're gonna show the gang a brand new dance That never has been done
I don't care if they thinks we're silly You be daffy, I'll be dilly Want you to be my sweet sweet filly We're settin' the woods on fire
I'll gas up my hot rod Stoker The band will play hot as a polka You'll be broke, I'll be broker Tonight we're settin' the woods on fire
We'll sit close to one another Up one street & down the other We will have the time of brother Settin' the woods on fire
We'll put aside a little time To fix a flat or 2 My tires & tubes are doin' fine But the air is showin' through
You clap hands & I'll start bowin' We'll do all the law's allowin' I hope your daddy don't start growlin' Settin' the woods on fire Settin' the woods on fire Tonight we're settin' the woods on fire
Cuando este sol se apague tú partirás de mí Seguiré solo con mi dolor y llanto y llanto Mi convicción es no querer ya nunca más, porque la misma historia es otra vez y otra vez y otra vez y otra vez
Quédate quédate para poder vivir sin llanto, sin llanto
Cuando me desengañe no sé si viviré porque es muy triste tener tan sólo llanto y llanto y mil renuncias en el corazón que implora que alguna vez alguien se quede y llora
Mi convicción es no querer ya nunca más, porque la misma historia es otra vez y otra vez y otra vez y otra vez
Quédate quédate para poder vivir sin llanto, sin llanto
Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun Composer(s): Roger Waters First release by: Pink Floyd - 1968 Covered by multiple other artists
Little by little the night turns around Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn Lotuses lean on each other in yearning Under the eaves the swallow is resting Set the controls for the heart of the Sun
Over the mountain, watching the watcher Breaking the darkness, waking the grapevine One inch of love is one inch of shadow Love is the shadow that ripens the vine Set the controls for the heart of the Sun
Witness the man who raves at the wall Making the shape of his questions to Heaven Knowing the sun will fall in the evening Will he remember the lessons of giving? Set the controls for the heart of the Sun Set the controls for the heart of the Sun
Quedate con nosotros, te lo decimos de verdad Nuestro amor no necesita de soledad Quedate tu con nosotros y veras que el amor Nuestro amor es diferente a los demas Nos miraremos y el mundo entero temblara Pero tu, tu no lo notaras Nos besaremos con el aire, con el viento Pero no te ofenderas porque tu no lo notaras
Quedate con nosotros y veras que el amor Nuestro amor es diferente a los demas Nos hablaremos de nuestras cosas sin hablar Pero tu, tu no lo notaras Y nos querremos como siempre nos queremos Y tu en medio de los dos pero tu no lo notaras
Set Me Free Composer(s): Andy Scott Performer(s): Sweet
Gagged, ball and chained Feel just the same Heads on the wall Maybe you're just playing games Set me free Mauled by a hound Hangin' around Is this for real I don't know when I'll be found Set me free
Set me free Set me free - from you
Taken by force By you of course Far from my bed I know I'd rather be dead Set me free
Set me free Set me free - from you
Fire in my brain Burn me insane Making your mark Don't leave me here in the dark Set me free Call me a saint That's what I ain't Inside my head Maybe I'll feel better dead Set me free
Set 'Em Up Joe Composer(s): Buddy Cannon; Hank Cochran; Dean Dillon; Vern Gosdin Performer(s): Vern Gosdin; Melonie Cannon
They got a vintage victrola 1951 Full of my favorite records that I grew up on They got ole Hank and Lefty and there's B24 Set 'em up Joe, they're playin Walking the Floor Set 'em up Joe, they're playin Walking the Floor
I'm gonna spend the night like every night before Play a new tune and I'll play 'em some more I've gotta have a shot of them old troubadors Set 'em up Joe, they're playin Walking the Floor Set 'em up Joe, they're playin Walking the Floor
All my neon neighbors they like what I play 'Cause they've heard it every night since you've walked away Every day they replace old B24 'Cause every night I run a needle through Walking the Floor Every night I run a needle through Walking the Floor
Queen Bee Composer(s): Taj Mahal Performer(s): Taj Mahal & Toumani Diabate
Sweeter than a honey bee, yeah, baby been sweet on me Sweeter than a honey bee, yeah, my queen bee Oh she rock to my soul, mama love me to my soul Love me to my soul, oh she rock me to my soul
She's a strutter, she can shake it some yeah, oh watch her now look at her run A strutter, she can shake it some, oh dancing having fun She love me to my soul, oh she love me to my soul Oh love me to my soul oh rock me to my soul
Honey in the honey pot and, your pot is hot Honey in the honey pot and the pot is what you got To lova rocka rocka me to my soul Oh love me to my soul, rock me to my soul Oh love me to my soul, rock me to my soul
Baby won't you come by me yeah, spare me this misery Sugar won't you come by me, oh I know you'll agree, 'gree, 'gree, 'gree To love me to my soul, oh to rock me to my soul Ooh rock me to my soul, oh rock me to my soul
Sweeter than a honey bee oh, baby been sweet on me Sweeter than a honey bee oh, my queen bee Oh she rock me to my soul, oh rock me to my soul Oh she rock me to my soul, oh rock me to my soul These songs were made for lovers Lovers and lovers and lovers and lovers and lovers And lovers and lovers and lovers, And lovers and lovers My soul, my soul Queen bee Queen
Sesso O Esse Composer(s): Pintucci Evangelisti; Renato Zero Performer(s): Renato Zero
Ah, ah! Ah! Ah, ah! Sesso mi dispiace niente sesso sono l'ombra di me stesso sono ormai ridotto all'osso! Sesso tutto intorno è sesso la tua pelle in cartellone tutto un mondo in distorsione Niente da inventare, niente da maledire che l'amore sia amore e non un morto da esumare o affidarsi al sesso e buttare i sentimenti in fondo il cesso! Vita fa che sia vita! Che io schiavo non sia di una squallida idea che quel letto non sia la chiave di tutto E vero che ti sai dare l'amore non è godere l'amore non è un affare! Non è un modo di dire l'amore Sesso! Sesso! Sesso! Che la tua non sia una sfida un dovere il dare un insulto il verbo amare Sesso una frase senza nesso forse un compromesso per chi è già stato fatto fesso Senza mai invecchiare col rimorso per tutore fare finta di cambiare mentre resta tutto uguale o affidarsi al sesso e buttare i sentimenti in fondo al cesso! Vita ho bisogno di vita! Cambia un poco anche tu cerca d'essere tu prima che la notte scenda e sia finita! Vita questo avanzo di vita questo straccio di vita vale meno di niente ha di bello solamente, ch'è vita! Sesso, sesso sesso o esse sesso o esse o esse
Vita oh vita ho bisogno di vita ho bisogno che non sia finita Donna è vero che ti sai dare ma credi l'amore non è un fatto di ore non è solo sesso, sesso sesso, sesso, sesso o esse o esse. Non soltanto sesso una frase senza nesso non è un compromesso non soltanto sesso una frase senza nesso non è un compromesso i sentimenti in fondo al cesso!
Queen For Tonight Composer(s): Wayne Raleigh Performer(s): Helen Shapiro
Just being here with you tonight I'm a queen on a throne And every time I hold you tight A palace is my home But will my kingdom turn to dust in the morning light? I am a queen for tonight (queen for tonight) But will I have a king tomorrow (tomorrow)?
Every kiss you're giving me Is a jewel in my crown I'm high and mighty as can be With the treasure I've found But will my castle tumble down in the morning light? I am a queen for tonight (queen for tonight) But will I have a king tomorrow (tomorrow)?
You say that you belong to me And I rule the world A queen in all her majesty Knowing I'm your girl But will I wear a golden crown in the morning light? I am a queen for tonight (queen for tonight) But will I have a king tomorrow?
Serves You Right Composer(s): John McClain; Greg Phillinganes; Lionel Richie Performer(s): Lionel Richie
La, da, da, da Oooh, oh You and I were so in love You were all I was thinkin' of There was so much magic in your eyes Then one day you said we were through You said you found somebody new And then you turned and you walked right out the door Baby I told you his love wasn't true You didn't hear me, so now I say these words to you..
Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Now you say you're sorry Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Baby Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Now you see who's sorry now Oooh, oh,oh
I remember you standin' there, sayin' to me you didn't care And I was begging baby, please don't go Now you're crying, telling me what went wrong Girl you stayed away too long Can't you see I've got you off my mind
Thinkin''bout the pain that you put me through I can't help you-because it feels good telling you....
Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Now you say you're sorry Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Baby Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Now you see who's sorry now Oooh, oh,oh
See mama, what I'm tryin'to say To you is that, I'm ,you know, I love ya But ya - yaa hurt me so bad, I can't take it no more girl I just can't take it, no.....hell no
No! no, no, I don't wanna hear it Don't say it anymore, don't talk No more, I'm tired of you're lyin' I'm tired of your cryin' girl, tell Me....don't tell me
Thinkin' 'bout the pain that you put me through I can't help you-because it feels good telling you....
Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Now you say you're sorry Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Baby Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Now you see who's sorry now Oooh, oh,oh
Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Now you say you're sorry Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Baby Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Now you see who's sorry now Oooh, oh,oh
Givin' up on your love girl, never Gonna believe you anymore 'Cause all you wanna do is hurt me, and treat me bad ....feels good telling you......
Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Now you say you're sorry Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Baby Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Now you see who's sorry now Oooh, oh,oh
Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Girl, I just don't need you Serves you right for sayin' good-bye All you do is use my love, Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Can't let you hurt me anymore. Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Don't say you're sorry baby. Serves you right for sayin' good-bye Cause your words don't mean a thing Serves you right for sayin' good-bye It's you who's sorry now.....
Queen Jane Approximately Composer(s): Bob Dylan Performer(s): Bob Dylan; The Four Seasons; Grateful Dead
When your mother sends back all your invitations And your father to your sister he explains That you're tired of yourself and all of your creations Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Now when all of the flower ladies want back what they have lent you And the smell of their roses does not remain And all of your children start to resent you Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Now when all the clowns that you have commissioned Have died in battle or in vain And you're sick of all this repetition Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
When all of your advisers heave their plastic At your feet to convince you of your pain Trying to prove that your conclusions should be more drastic Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Now when all the bandits that you turned your other cheek to All lay down their bandanas and complain And you want somebody you don't have to speak to Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Sertão Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Caruarú hotel centenario, suite princière, vue sur les chiottes, télé couleur, courant alternatif Les pales du ventilateur coupent tranche à tranche l'air épais du manioc
Le dernier texaco vient de fermer ses portes Y a guère que les moustiques pour m'aimer de la sorte Leurs baisers sanglants m'empêchent de dormir Bien fait pour ma gueule ! J'aurais pas dû venir ... Calé dans ton fauteuil tu écoutes ma voix Comme un vieux charognard tu attends que je crache La gueule jaune des caboclos, Antonio Des Morte Capangas machos à la solde des fazendeiros
Pour te donner un avant-goût de vacances intelligentes Ceux qui vendent du soleil à tempérament Les cocotiers, les palaces, et le sable blanc Ne viendront jamais par ici Remarque il paraît que voir les plus pauvres que soi, ça rassure Alors allez-y, ici, tout le monde peut venir, ici il n'y a rien
Un soleil ivre de rage tourne dans le ciel Et dévore le paysage de terre et de sel Où se découpe l'ombre de lampião D'où viendront les cangaceiros de la libération? Le cavalier que je croise sur son cheval roux Son fusil en bandoulière qui tire des clous
A traversé ce désert, la sèche et la boue Pour chercher quelques cruzeiros à Caruarú Un éternel été émiette le sertão Le temps s'est arrêté en plein midi Il y a déjà longtemps
En attendant que l'enfer baisse l'abat-jour Qu'on se penche sur ta misère du haut de la tour Tu n'as que de la poussière pour parler d'Amour Aveuglé par la lumière comme dans un four
Que tous les chanteurs des foires gueulent ta chanson Même si c'est le désespoir qui donne le ton Tu n'as pas peur de la mort, même tu l'attends Avec ton parabellum au cur du sertão
Un soleil ivre de rage tombe dans le ciel Et dévore le paysage de terre et de sel Où se découpe l'ombre de lampião D'où viendront les cangaceiros de la libération Sertão, sertão, sertão...
Serrer Les Dents Composer(s): R. Benet; G. Magenta Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
Dans la nuit qui descendait Je la voyais s'éloigner Et, soudain, là dans la rue Vers un autre elle a couru Elle partait sans regret Certaine que j'approuvais Je n'avais jamais rien dit N'étais-je pas un ami? Alors, pour ne pas pleurer Et pour ne pas crier Que je l'aimais autant J'ai serré les dents On a partagé nos jours Sans jamais parler d'amour Nous étions les plus heureux L'amitié au fond des yeux Entre nous rien de caché Nous n'avions pas de secret Je n'avais jamais rien dit N'étais-je pas son ami? Alors, pour ne pas pleurer Et, pour ne pas crier Que je l'aimais autant J'ai serré les dents Et, voilà, qu'hier au soir Elle est venue me revoir Pour me présenter celui Qui était toute sa vie Je les ai félicités Ils allaient se marier Je devais dire ceci N'étais-je pas un ami? Alors, pour ne pas pleurer Et, pour ne pas crier Que je l'aimais autant J'ai serré les dents J'ai serré les dents J'ai serré les dents
Qué Buen Aniversario Titles In Other Languages: Bon Anniversaire; Happy Anniversary; Buon Anniversario; Buen Aniversario Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Estoy lista hace horas y le compré champagne Tengo un vestido nuevo pero él tarda en llegar esta noche especial de nuestro aniversario igual que aquella otra de hace veinte años
Cuando él llega por fin está de tal mal humor que prefiero no hablar porque puede explotar
Lo conozco tan bien sé que él un gruñón Le doy algo a beber mientras miro el reloj Son las diez menos diez esperando esta vez ese smoking gastado que alquilamos ayer
Yo no puedo creer que esto llegue a pasar que el destino conspire para no celebrar No habrá forma de ver desde la fila seis
esa obra de Anouilh ¿o era Chejov?, no sé
Y te sientas allí a fumar y a insultar y además mi jaqueca que se quiere empeorar
Qué buen aniversario Qué buen aniversario
Llega el traje por fin, ay respiramos los dos Once y cuarto y lo ayudo con el pantalón Nada nos sale bien esta noche infernal El cierre se le atranca para colmo de mal
Aflojá, no tirés Forcejeamos los dos pero es tanto el stress que, de repente se rompe el pantalón Y no puedo más El teatro ya empezó y me pongo a llorar Las doce y media son y salimos, por fin para llegar al show cuando cae el telón
Yo sugiero cenar él quiere caminar Ya son casi las tres y los dos sin hablar
Alguien pasa sin ver nuestra desolación Pronto va a amanecer Él me compra una flor y me besa después sin ninguna razón Arruinamos la noche pero no nuestro amor
Esta tarde te vi, nerviosa de esperar Por eso me vestí, apenas sin hablar Hoy hace un año ya, que alegre y sin dudar De blanco te lleve, ante el juez del lugar
He mirado el reloj, las ocho van ser Tu traje no llego, lo esperas desde ayer Y el moño que lucir, pretendes hoy mujer Con tanto ir y venir, termino por caer
Corres vienes y vas, por medio del salón Te enciendes más y mas, lo mismo que un ciclón Y no sabes que hacer, si reír o llorar Yo cumplo mi deber, yo debo de callar
No querrás pretender, que aguarde la función Y no podremos ver, ni un acto de malón Tomando sin tardar, en vuelo un avión Podríamos llegar, al bajar el telón
Buen Aniversario, buen Aniversario
El vestido llegó, ya puedes respirar También respiro yo, a punto de estallar Mas pronto comenzó, un drama singular Tu traje no cerró, y te oi sollozar
A tu espalda corrí, con ganas de ayudar Tan pálida te vi, como una flor de azar Y el cierre descorrí, mas luego al intentar Cerrarlo lo partí, ay de mi por piedad A las once por fin, cocido el desgarrón Pareces un jazmín envuelta en el bizón Tratamos de alcanzar un acto de malón Tan justo que al llegar, termina la función
Donde quieres cenar, muy triste te pedí Tardaste en constestar, diciendo luego así Prefiero caminar, contigo por París Y luego regresar para ser muy feliz
Que Calor La Vida Composer(s): R. Froggatt; F. They; B. Macaire Performer(s): Marie Laforêt
{Refrain:} Et Nana sur son ballon rouge Fait bondir le soleil d'été C'est si bon de ne pas penser Que calor, que calor, la vida
Et Nana sur son ballon rouge Fait bondir le soleil d'été C'est si bon de ne pas penser Que calor, que calor, la vida
La chaisière s'est endormie C'est midi au paradis Guignol a pris son baton Le manège tourne en rond Dans ce monde où tout bouge Dans ce monde où tout est rouge Le préfet joue du tambour L'amour sera toujours l'amour
{au Refrain} Calor la vida, Calor la vida, Calor la vida, Calor la vida
Bonjour Madame Et bonjour Monsieur Le soleil ou l'amour Vous ont fermé les yeux Guignol a perdu la guerre Le préfet et la chaisière Au paradis vont s'aimer Il vaut mieux ne pas trop y penser
{au Refrain} Calor la vida, Calor la vida, Calor la vida, Calor la vida
