Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Sexy Eyes Composer(s): R.J. Mather; Keith Stegall; Chris Waters Performer(s): Dr. Hook
I was sitting all alone Watching people get it on With each other They were dancin cross the floor Turning, moving back and forth They were lovers One more lonely night for me I looked up, what did I see?
Sexy eyes, movin cross the floor Got me wantin more, sexy eyes (sexy) Sexy eyes, gettin down with you I want to move with you, sexy eyes
I got up and took your hand And we both began to dance to the music Ooh, your magic cast a spell It didn't take long till we fell And we knew it No more lonely nights for me This is how it's gonna be
Sexy eyes, move across the floor Got me wantin more, sexy eyes (sexy) Sexy eyes, gettin down with you I wanna move with you, sexy eyes
No more lonely nights for me This is how it's gonna be Sexy eyes, movin cross the floor Got me wantin more, sexy eyes (sexy) Sexy eyes, gettin down with you I wanna move with you, sexy eyes
Sexy eyes, gettin down with you I wanna move with you, sexy eyes Sexy eyes, gettin down with you I wanna move with you, sexy eyes
Sexual Healing Composer(s): David Ritz; Odell Elliott Brown Jr.; Marvin Gaye First release by: Marvin Gaye - 1982 Covered by multiple other artists
Ooh, now let's get down tonight Baby I'm hot just like an oven I need some lovin' And baby, I can't hold it much longer It's getting stronger and stronger And when I get that feeling I want Sexual Healing Sexual Healing, oh baby Makes me feel so fine Helps to relieve my mind Sexual Healing baby, is good for me Sexual Healing is something that's good for me Whenever blue tear drops are falling And my emotional stability is leaving me There is something I can do I can get on the telephone and call you up baby, and Honey I know you'll be there to relieve me The love you give to me will free me If you don't know the things you're dealing I can tell you, darling, that it's Sexual Healing Get up, Get up, Get up, Get up, let's make love tonight Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, 'cos you do it right Baby I got sick this morning A sea was storming inside of me Baby I think I'm capsizing The waves are rising and rising And when I get that feeling I want Sexual Healing Sexual Healing is good for me Makes me feel so fine, it's such a rush Helps to relieve the mind, and it's good for us Sexual Healing, baby, is good for me Sexual Healing is something that's good for me And it's good for me and it's good to me My baby ohhh Come take control, just grab a hold Of my body and mind soon we'll be making it Honey, oh we're feeling fine You're my medicine open up and let me in Darling, you're so great I can't wait for you to operate I can't wait for you to operate When I get this feeling, I need Sexual Healing (ad lib)
Que Serais-Je Sans Toi Composer(s): Louis Aragon; Jean Ferrat Performer(s): Jean Ferrat: Isabelle Aubret; Les Enfoires; Marc Ogeret; Francesca Solleville
Que serais-je sans toi qui vins à ma rencontre Que serais-je sans toi qu'un coeur au bois dormant Que cette heure arrêtée au cadran de la montre Que serais-je sans toi que ce balbutiement
J'ai tout appris de toi sur les choses humaines Et j'ai vu désormais le monde à ta façon J'ai tout appris de toi comme on boit aux fontaines Comme on lit dans le ciel les étoiles lointaines Comme au passant qui chante on reprend sa chanson J'ai tout appris de toi jusqu'au sens du frisson
Que serais-je sans toi qui vins à ma rencontre Que serais-je sans toi qu'un coeur au bois dormant Que cette heure arrêtée au cadran de la montre Que serais-je sans toi que ce balbutiement
J'ai tout appris de toi pour ce qui me concerne Qu'il fait jour à midi qu'un ciel peut être bleu Que le bonheur n'est pas un quinquet de taverne Tu m'as pris par la main dans cet enfer moderne Où l'homme ne sait plus ce que c'est qu'être deux Tu m'as pris par la main comme un amant heureux
Que serais-je sans toi qui vins à ma rencontre Que serais-je sans toi qu'un coeur au bois dormant Que cette heure arrêtée au cadran de la montre Que serais-je sans toi que ce balbutiement
Qui parle de bonheur a souvent les yeux tristes N'est-ce pas un sanglot de la déconvenue Une corde brisée aux doigts du guitariste Et pourtant je vous dis que le bonheur existe Ailleurs que dans le rêve ailleurs que dans les nues Terre terre voici ses rades inconnues
Que serais-je sans toi qui vins à ma rencontre Que serais-je sans toi qu'un coeur au bois dormant Que cette heure arrêtée au cadran de la montre Que serais-je sans toi que ce balbutiement
Sexo Y Frenesí Composer(s): Miguel Mateos Performer(s): Miguel Mateos
Puedo darte mas puedo hacer que empieces a dar vamos a empezar un cuento de nunca acabar fantasía, delirio, alucinación pone a prueba tu imaginación y es muy tarde ya y no puedo dormir, no, no
Te rendirás a mi libertad me pedirás solo un poco mas, de
Sex, sexo y frenesí te doy mas sex, sexo y frenesí
Es media noche esta todo bien la realidad, nena es mejor que la ficción, o si arrebato, furia, excitación es mi fantasía es mi ilusión
Te rendirás a mi libertad me pedirás solo un poco mas, de
Sex, sexo y frenesí te doy mas sex oh!, sexo y frenesí me das mas sex, sexo y frenesí
Sex, sex, sexo y frenesí te doy mas sex oh!, sexo y frenesí me das mas sex, sexo y frenesí Sex, sex, sex...
Que Signo Lleva El Amor Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Hay una cancion comenzada cien veces y creo que es la imposible cancion porque cada vez que la empiezo, aparece la voz que no alcanza mi pobre razon Hay una cancion que se desvanece y deja mis labios en la tentacion
Hay que vivir para ver como ha sabido crecer tanto misterio en la flor Hay que vivir para ver cuanto es dificil saber que signo lleva el amor
Hay una cancion que se asusta de verme no selo que dice, no se lo que ve pero algo me lleva al rincon donde duerme y me hace velarla una y otra vez Hay una cancion que no quiere saberme aunque deja un rastro brillante a mis pies
Hay que vivir...
Hay una cancion que se va cuando llego sospecho se trata de un tema total un ama de llaves de todos los juegos un pajaro eterno y un sol colosal Hay una cancion que me esconde su fuego hay una cancion que sera mi final
Que Son Esas Palabras Composer(s): A. Callaci; R. Bielsa Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto
Veinte años vivieron el uno junto al otro veinte años de cardo de cereal y de trilla la rueda del molino, acompasaba las horas y el invierno dormia en la hiedra amarilla El cuidaba de todo, con prudencia callada lo mismo los ganados, que la cosecha fina ella cruzaba el patio, como rueda de espuela entre el pozo de agua, la mesa de harina En inviernos atroces, en veranos soleados durante veinte años, se hicieron compañia nunca se preguntó, si la habia querido que son esas palabras, estaba y la tenia El no necesitaba noción mas detallada que conocer su nombre, y el nombre lo sabia él la llamaba Carmen en la sombra y la tarde cuando la luz es lámpara de mecha tardia Veinte años vivieron el uno junto al otro sin ver apenas médico, peón, colono, artista el tren pasaba lejos como un cuento de infancia y el no se preguntaba si en verdad la queria Ella murio lustrando la vajilla de plata en el ancho silencio de la tarde vacia el aprendio de golpe, como caen las heladas que el amor es amor, aunque no se lo diga
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"
