Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Sex Over The Phone Composer(s): Jacques Morali; Bruce Vilanch; Fred Zarr Performer(s): Village People
Well I just want to say: Lately I smile all day
Lately I'm never down lately I never frown At home or in the car don't matter where you are
Don't wanna be alone you just pick up the phone Hello, fantasy hotline? What's your credit card number? 69667113 "Your phone number?" "7 51-61 77" What's your fantasy? I just wanna speak to a very hot one "We'll call you back"
Sex over the phone - You know I like it Sex over the phone - You know I need it Sex over the phone - Come on and give it to me baby Sex over the phone
This is the part I hate why do they make you wait? Here's where the fevers rise enough to cross my eyes They can be short or tall they can be white or black I don't care not at all long as they call me back Hello? Hello, baby, it's me, your fantasy
What's your name? 'Who cares? Just care about my body" What do you look like? Hot, I look very hot
Sex over the phone - In the morning Sex over the phone - In the afternoon Sex over the phone - Sometimes late in the evening Sex over the phone
When I want to take a ride I don't have to go outside I don't need to dress if I'm feeling lazy I can lie there in my bed painting pictures in my head I just touch my princess and I go crazy If you are feelin' hot and after all who's not? Right now I've got a cure to help your temperature All that you need's a dime and just a little time A pay phone on the street can help you beat the heat
Sex over the phone - It's so fulfilling Sex over the phone - They're always willing Sex over the phone - Don't break connection baby Sex over the phone
It's loving that you need satisfaction guaranteed It won't cost that much for you to start talking It's a very small amount on your credit card account Come on let your fingers do the walking Sex over the phone - you know I like it ... Sex over the phone - Sex over the phone - Sex over the phone Sex over the phone - Sex over the phone - Sex over the phone
Que Sont Devenues Les Fleurs ((Adapted from: Where Have All The Flowers Gone? (Pete Seeger) - 1960)) Composer(s): Pete Seeger - Guy Béart Performer(s): Dalida - 1962
Versions In Other Languages: 1962 - Sag Mir Wo Die Blumen Sind (Marlene Dietrich) 1963 - Waar Zijn Al De Bloemen Toch (Conny Vandenbos) 1963 - Hvor Er Som'rens Blomsterpragt (Katy Bødtger) 1965 - Chi Mai Lo Sa (Gli Apostoli) 1976 - Dove Andranno I Nostri Fiori (Patty Pravo)
Que sont devenues les fleurs du temps qui passe Que sont devenues les fleurs du temps passé Les filles les ont coupé elles en ont fait des bouquets Apprendrons-nous un jour apprendrons-nous jamais
Que sont devenues les filles du temps qui passe Que sont devenues les filles du temps passé Elles ont donné leur bouquet aux gars qu'elles rencontraient Apprendrons-nous un jour apprendrons-nous jamais
Que sont devenus les gars du temps qui passe Que sont devenus les gars du temps passé A la guerre ils sont allés à la guerre ils sont tombés Apprendrons-nous un jour apprendrons-nous jamais
Que sont devenues les fleurs du temps qui passe Que sont devenues les fleurs du temps passé Sur les tombes elles ont poussé d'autres filles les vont les couper Apprendrons-nous un jour apprendrons-nous jamais
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