Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Get Up I Feel Like Being A Sex Machine Composer(s): Bobby Byrd; Ron Lenhoff; James Brown First release by: James Brown - 1970 Covered by multiple other artists
Fellas, I'm ready to get up and do my thing I wanta get into it, man, you know... Like a, like a sex machine, man Movin'... doin' it, you know Can I count it off? (Go ahead)
One,two, three, four!!
Get up, get on up Get up, get on up Stay on the scene, like a sex machine
Wait a minute! Shake your arm, then use your form Stay on the scene like a sex machine You got to have the feeling sure as you're born Get it together right on, right on
Get up Get on up
I said the feeling you got to get Give me the fever in a cold sweat The way I like it is the way it is I got mine and don't worry 'bout his
Get on up and then shake your money maker Shake your money maker.....
Que Sont Devenues Mes Amours? Composer(s): Joe Dassin; Pierre Delanoë; Claude Lemesle Performer(s): Joe Dassin
C'est comme un appel qui vient du large Et me ramène une bouffée de souvenirs C'est comme un grand livre plein d'images Que jamais je ne m'arrêterai de lire
Se souviennent-ils de mon passage Les amis de mes tous premiers jours? Où sont-ils, les enfants de mon âge Est-ce qu'ils ont fait un bon voyage Que sont devenues mes amours?
Celles qui m'ont fait attendre Celles qui n'ont pas connu ma chambre Celles que j'ai fait souffrir Celles pour qui j'ai cru mourir Juste avant de réssusciter Sur un banc d'université
Elle était jolie, la Marilyn de mon lycée Je l'emmenais sur mon scooter Pour voir James Dean et puis danser Elle était moins belle, la fille du bar Mais pas besoin d'être une star Pour vous apprendre à embrasser
Se souviennent-ils de mon passage Les amis de mes tous premiers jours? Où sont-ils, les enfants de mon âge Est-ce qu'ils ont fait un bon voyage Que sont devenues mes amours?
Je n'arrive pas à croire Qu'elle soit sortie de ma mémoire Celle à qui j'avais promis Jusqu'à mon nom, jusqu'à ma vie Et qui un jour a disparu dans l'inconnu
Se souviennent-ils de mon passage Les amis de mes tous premiers jours? Où sont-ils, les enfants de mon âge Est-ce qu'ils ont fait un bon voyage Que sont devenues mes amours?
Sex As A Weapon Composer(s): Tom Kelly; Billy Steinberg Performer(s): Pat Benatar
You really do know how to strut that stuff (strut that stuff) You really do know how to act tough (act tough) Your body's just like a centerfold A fantasy (a fantasy), anyone would want to hold
Stop using Sex As A Weapon Stop using Sex As A Weapon You know you're already my obsession Stop (stop) using Sex As A Weapon Love is more than a one way reflection Stop (stop) using Sex As A Weapon
With looks that kill and a mind that's twisted (twisted) I don't know why I can't resist it (resist it) I tell myself look the other way (other way) When you want me to (when you want me to) I, I always stay
Stop using Sex As A Weapon Stop using Sex As A Weapon You know you're already my obsession Stop (stop) using Sex As A Weapon Love is more than a one way reflection Stop (stop) using Sex As A Weapon
You play with desire like it was a toy (toy) How much affection can you destroy? You wrap my heart around your little finger Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex As A Weapon
Stop using Sex As A Weapon Stop using Sex
Stop using Sex As A Weapon Stop using Sex As A Weapon You know you're already my obsession Stop (stop) using Sex As A Weapon Love is more than a one way reflection Stop (stop) using Sex As A Weapon
Stop using Sex As A Weapon Stop using Sex As A Weapon Stop using Sex Stop using Sex As A Weapon Stop using Sex (stop using sex, stop using sex) Sex As A Weapon, As A Weapon
Christmas Time Is Here Composer(s): Erick Traplin Performer(s): Erick Traplin
Snowflakes falling on the ground, little children playing all around Everyone's happy in this town, Christmas time is here Everyone's face is all-aglow, there's no frown and no sorrow
Let it snow and let it blow, Christmas time is here They're all running for their presents, hidden `neath the Christmas tree They're all happy as can be, Christmas time is here
(chorus)
Santa's come with all his toys, bringing joy to girls and boys A time of laughter and of joy, Christmas time is here The trees are full of candy canes, the children's bellies are the same We're all happy Santa came, Christmas time is here
Sevilla Composer(s): Miguel Bosé Raphael & Rocío Jurado
Media luna brillara la navaja acechara ojos bravos de mujer Que veneno fue?
El corazon que Triana va nunca volvera Sevilla... con que pasion te enamorara y te embrujara Sevilla...
Sola queda Soledad la guitarra llorara sortilegio sobre ti caera y una lagrima un perfume flor de azahar a la hora de la verdad pulso infame temblara pero matara
Y al alba blanca le contare lo que yo te ame Sevilla... bandido ay! muero yo por ti tu paloma fui Sevilla... cantare y enloquecere sentire puñales de placer...
El corazon que Triana va nunca volvera Sevilla... con que pasion te enamorara y te embrujara Sevilla... bandido ay! muero yo por ti tu paloma fui Sevilla... Y al alba blanca le contare lo que yo te ame Sevilla... bandido ay! muero yo por ti tu paloma fui Sevilla... de oro y diamantes te descubrire te seducire Sevilla como a una reina te tratare y te adorare Sevilla..
Que Tal Te Va Sin Mi Composer(s): Manuel Alejandro Performer(s): Raphael; and various other artists
Me alegro mucho de volver a verte Tu sabes que no he sido rencoroso Perdoname si ves que estoy nervioso No te esperaba aqui tan de repente Me alegro de encontrarte tan bonita Te juro que te veo maravillosa Sera que al fin te van muy bien las cosas O tratas de ocultarme tu desdicha
¿Que tal te va sin mi? Dime que no te va muy bien Que en realidad quieres volver a estar conmigo No intentes sonreir, veo en tus ojos la verdad Y hay mas tristeza y ansiedad que al lado mio ¿Que tal te va sin mi? ¿Has encontrado algo mejor O has comprendido que el amor no se improvisa? Si quieres regresar hazlo deprisa, hazlo ya Que yo tambien quiero volver a estar contigo Como estabamos ayer
Me alegro mucho de volver a verte Tu sabes que no he sido rencoroso Perdoname si ves que estoy nervioso No te esperaba aqui tan de repente Me alegro de encontrarte tan bonita Te juro que te veo maravillosa Sera que al fin te van muy bien las cosas O tratas de ocultarme tu desdicha
¿Que tal te va sin mi? Dime que no te va muy bien Que en realidad quieres volver a estar conmigo No intentes sonreir, veo en tus ojos la verdad Y hay mas tristeza y ansiedad que al lado mio ¿Que tal te va sin mi? ¿Has encontrado algo mejor O has comprendido que el amor no se improvisa? I quieres regresar hazlo deprisa, hazlo ya Que yo tambien quiero volver a estar contigo Como estabamos ayer
76 Trombones Composer(s): Meredith Willson Performer(s): Meredith Willson and multiple other artists
Harold: Seventy-six trombones led the big parade With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand They were followed by rows and rows of the finest virtuosos, the cream of ev'ry famous band
Seventy-six trombones caught the morning sun With a hundred and ten cornets right behind There were more than a thousand reeds Springing up like weeds There were horns of ev'ry shape and kind
There were copper bottom tympani in horse platoons Thundering, thundering all along the way Double bell euphoniums and big bassoons Each bassoon having it's big, fat say!
There were fifty mounted cannon in the battery Thundering, thundering louder than before Clarinets of ev'ry size And trumpeters who'd improvise A full octave higher than the score!
Qué Te Importa Composer(s): Rafael Hernández Performer(s): Javier Solis
Me dirán que de tanto quererte me voy a morir que no vale por ti el sacrificio lo podrán decir Que no quieren saber de mi nombre eso ya lo sé pero yo que te quiero de veras no sé que diré
Qué te importa decir por doquier que ya te perdí qué te importa este pobre querer que llora por ti Qué te importa el hacerme sufrir por otro querer si no puedo lograr que me ames qué le voy a hacer
Qué te importa el hacerme sufrir por otro querer si no puedo lograr que me ames ¡qué le voy a hacer!
Seventeen Come Sunday (Traditional) Performer(s): Steeleye Span and multiple other artists
As I strolled out one May morning One May morning so early I overtook a handsome maid And, my goodness, she was early
Her shoes were black and her stockings were white And her buckles they shone like silver She had a dark and rolling eye And her hair hung over her shoulder
"How old are you my fair pretty maid How old are you my honey?" She answered me so cheerfully "Well, I'm seventeen come Sunday"
"Could you love me my fair pretty maid Could you love me my honey?" She answered me so tearfully "Oh, I can't because of Mummy''
"But if you come to my Mummy's house When the moon is shining brightly" "Oh, I'll come down and let you in" "And my Mummy shall not hear me"
So he went to her Mummy's house When the moon was brightly shining And she came down and she let him in And she rolled in his arms till the morning
She says "Kind sir, will you marry me?" I says "Oh no, my honey For the fife and drum is my delight And I'm happy in the army"
Que Tu M'Enterres Composer(s): Michel Jonasz; Gabriel Yared Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
Mais demain, je s'rai loin Alors dis-moi, dis-moi vite Que tes mains, ce sont mes mains Que mes yeux, ce sont les tiens Tes mots les miens
Mais pourtant, c'était bien Qu'est-ce qui dégringole si vite Qui jaunit comme un bouquin ? C'est pas l'amour qui s'éteint C'est quoi ? C'est rien...
{Refrain:} J'm'en vais, tu pars Mais je sais qu'un jour, quelque part Une rue, une gare On se retrouv'ra comme hier Ensemble on vieillira, j'espère Oh, oh, je voudrais que tu m'enterres Oh, je voudrais que tu m'enterres
Mais demain, je s'rai loin, très loin Alors dis-moi, dis-moi vite Que tes mains, ce sont mes mains
Sabes, hay mucha gente con el vacio en el corazon Tu sabes que hay mucha gente que ya ha perdido la ilusion de amar Pero nunca crei que yo tambien llegaria a sentirme asi La, lara, lara, larai, larirara, lara....
Siento que poco a poco vas apagandome hasta el sol Siento que poco a poco vas apagando el corazon en mi Mi voz sin tu voz esta muriendo poque nada me queda sin ti La, lara, lara, larai, larirara, lara....
Es tan triste decirse adios que hasta el alma llora Es tan triste decirse adios que hasta el cuerpo llora Y mis ojos lloran y mis manos lloran, mi cancion llora tambien La, lara, lara, larai, larirara, lara....
Seven Year Ache Composer(s): Rosanne Cash Performer(s): Rosanne Cash and multiple other artists
You act like you were just born tonight Face down in a memory, but feelin' all right So who does your past belong to today? Baby, you don't say nothin' when you're feelin' this way
The girls in the bars, thinkin' "Who is this guy?" But they don't think nothin' when they're tellin' you lies You look so careless when they're shootin' that bull Don't you know heartaches are heroes when their pockets are full
Tell me you're tryin' to cure a seven year ache See what elese your old heart can take Boys say: "When is he gonna give us some room?" The girls say: "God, I hope he comes back soon"
Everybody's talkin' but you don't hear a thing You're still uptown on your down hill swing The Boulevard's empty, why don't you come around? Baby, what is so great about sleepin' downtown?
There's plenty of dives to be someone you're not Just say you're lookin' for somethin' you might have forgot Don't bother callin' to say you're leavin' alone 'Cos there's a fool on every corner when you're tryin' to get home
Tell me you're tryin' to cure a seven year ache See what elese your old heart can take Boys say: "When is he gonna give us some room?" The girls say: "God, I hope he comes back soon"
Tell me you're tryin' to cure a seven year ache See what elese your old heart can take Boys say: "When is he gonna give us some room?" The girls say: "God, I hope he comes back soon"
Que Vas-Tu Faire? English Title: What Will You Do? Composer(s): Françoise Hardy; Jean-Michel Jarre Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
vivre sans se comprendre jour après jour sans rien s'apprendre sans autre amour qu'amour de dépendance que faux amour dans ce monde de violence de désordre et d'impatience où les choses vont trop vite où les gens s'aiment et se quittent toi ma goutte d'eau dans la mer tout seul dans ce monde que vas-tu faire dans ce monde d'apocalypse tout au bord du grand précipice où l'amour se change en peine où l'amour se change en haine toi mon grain de sable du désert tout seul dans ce monde que vas-tu faire vivre sans se connaître ni l'un ni l'autre sans pouvoir être ni soi ni l'autre se laisser prendre au piège du faux amour toi mon grain de sable du désert tout seul dans ce monde que vas-tu faire pour l'amour de la liberté pour l'amour de l'humanité de l'un comme de l'autre côté on se donne le droit de tuer goutte d'eau et grain de poussière tout seul dans ce monde que vas-tu faire
Seven Spanish Angels Composer(s): Eddie Setser; Troy Seals Performer(s): Ray Charles and multiple other artists
He looked down into the brown eyes And said "Say a prayer for me" And she threw her arms around him Whispered "God will keep us free" They could hear the riders coming He said "This is my last fight "If they take me back to Texas "They won't take me back alive"
There were seven Spanish angels At the altar of the Sun They were praying for the lovers In the Valley of the Gun When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared There was thunder from the throne And seven Spanish angels Took another angel home
She reached down and picked the gun up That lay smoking in his hand She said "Father please forgive me "I can't make it without my man" And she knew the gun was empty And she knew she couldn't win But her final prayer was answered When the rifles fired again
There were seven Spanish angels At the altar of the Sun They were praying for the lovers In the Valley of the Gun When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared There was thunder from the throne And seven Spanish angels Took another angel home
There were seven Spanish angels (at the altar) At the altar of the Sun (oh I believe) They were praying for the lovers (yeah they was) In the Valley of the Gun (well, well, well)
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared (there was thunder) There was thunder from the throne (oh yeah) And seven Spanish angels Took another angel home
Que Ya Viví, Que Te Vas Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez; Carlos Diaz
Dejé pasar unas horas por si se huía tu sueño Durmiendo la veladora tu tiempo se entró en mi tiempo y, en fin, la guitarra sola gira contigo en el centro
Creo que la luna ya es muy alta y en la caricia falta un viaje a la humedad Creo que de noche me despierto con frío, al descubierto tantenado oscuridad Creo que la lluvia está cayendo y no voy sonriendo dejándome mojar Creo que me va a quitar el sueño un dedo aquí un labio allá que te perdí que ya no estás que ya viví que te vas
Dejé pasar unas horas pupila veladora por si me daba igual Tu tiempo se metió en mi tiempo momentos y momentos que no quieren pasar Y he aquí que la guitarra vuelve a soltar amarras canta y gime al volar
Creo que me va a quitar el sueño un dedo aquí un labio allá que te perdí que ya no estás que ya viví que te vas