Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Sharp Dressed Man Composer(s): Billy Gibbons; Dusty Hill; Frank Beard First release by: ZZ Top - 1983 Covered by multiple other artists
Clean shirt, new shoes and I don't know where I am goin' to Silk suit, black tie I don't need a reason why They come runnin' just as fast as they can coz every girl crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man
Gold watch, diamond ring I ain't missin' a single thing And cufflinks, stick pin when I step out I'm gonna do you in They come runnin' just as fast as they can coz every girl crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man
Top coat, top hat I don't worry coz my wallet's fat Black shades, white gloves lookin' sharp and lookin' for love They come runnin' just as fast as they can coz every girl grazy 'bout a sharp dressed man
Quiet Storm Composer(s): Rose Ella Jones; Smokey Robinson) Performer(s): Smokey Robinson; CrossTown; Johnny Hammond; Chip Shelton; Gerald Veasley; Mobb Deep
Soft & warm, a quiet storm Quiet as when flowers talk at break of dawn, break of dawn A power source of tender force Generatin', radiatin', turn me on, turn me on Ah you short-circuit all my nerves Promisin' electric things You touch me & suddenly there's rainbow rings Quiet storm blowin' through my life, uh huh Quiet storm blowin' through my life, ah Blow, baby
A windy sigh, weak am I Butterfly caught up in the hurricane, hurricane Lucky me, I'm barely free Suddenly I'm caught up in your somber rain Ah shower me with your sweet love I will bathe in every drop through all the seasons Let it pour & never stop Quiet storm blowin' through my life, through my life You're just like a Quiet storm blowin' through my life
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Ah shower me with your sweet love I will bathe in every drop through all the seasons Let it pour & never stop Quiet storm blowin' through my life, through my life You're just like a Quiet storm blowin' through my life Blow, baby
Jai Vu Maman Embrasser Le Père Noël ((Adapted from: I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus - 1952 (aka I Saw Daddy Kissing Santa Claus - 1997)) Composer(s): Tommie Connor; Geo Koger; Loulou Gasté Performer(s): Line Renaud - 1956
Moi, jai vu petite maman hier soir En train dembrasser le Père Noël Ils étaient sous le gui et me croyaient endormi Mais sans en avoir lair, javais les deux yeux entrouverts
Ha! Si papa était venu à passer Je me demande ce quil aurait pensé Aurait-il trouvé naturel Parce quil descend du ciel Que maman embrasse le Père Noël
Moi, jai vu petite maman hier soir En train dembrasser le Père Noël Jai bien cherché pourquoi et jai deviné, je crois Cest parce quil mavait apporté de si beaux jouets
Aussi, pour lan prochain jai bon espoir Quil viendra encore à mon appel Et de nouveau je ferai semblant De dormir profondément Si maman embrasse le Père Noël
Et de nouveau je ferai semblant De dormir profondément Si maman embrasse le Père Noël
Quiet Village Composer(s): Mel Levin; Leslie Baxter Performer(s): Les Baxter; and various other artists
Alone in my quiet village I pray You will be returning one day To me Return to me
Alone living with the mem'ry of you Promising you'd always be true To me Be true to me
Above me there's a moon on fire Telling you to love me as I desire And ever the flame in my quiet village will burn Darling till the day you return to me Return to me, return to me
Sharkey's Day Composer(s): Laurie Anderson Performer(s): Laurie Anderson
Sun's coming up Like a big bald head Poking up over the grocery store It's Sharkey's day It's Sharkey's day today
Sharkey wakes up and Sharkey says There was this man... And there was this road... And if only I could remember these dreams... I know they're trying to tell me...something. Ooooeee Strange dreams (Strange dreams) Oh yeah
And Sharkey says I turn around, it's fear I turn around again And it's love Oh yeah Strange dreams
And the little girls sing Oooee Sharkey And the manager says Mr. Sharkey? He's not at his desk right now Could I take a message? And the little girls sing Oooeee Sharkey He's Mister Heartbreak They sing Oooeee Sharkey Yeah He's Mister Heartbreak
And Sharkey says All of nature talks to me If I could just figure out what it was trying to tell me Listen! Trees are swinging in the breeze They're talking to me Insects are rubbing their legs together They're all talking They're talking to me And short animals They're bucking up on their hind legs Talking Talking to me Hey! Look out! Bugs are crawling up my legs! You know? I'd rather see this on TV Tones it down
And Sharkey says I turn around, it's fear I turn around again, and it's love Nobody knows me Nobody knows my name
And Sharkey says All night long I think of those little planes up there Flying around You can't even see them They're specks! And they're full of tiny people Going places
And Sharkey says You know? I bet they could all land on the head of a pin And the little girls sing Ooooeee Sharkey! He's Mister Heartbreak They sing Oooeee That Sharkey! He's a slow dance on the edge of the lake He's a whole landscape gone to seed He's gone wild! He's screeching tires on an oil slick at midnight on the road to Boston a long time ago
And Sharkey says Lights! Camera! Action! Timber! At the beginning of the movie, they know they have to find each other But they ride off in opposite directions
Sharkey says I turn around, it's fear I turn around again, and it's love Nobody knows me Nobody knows my name
You know? They're growing mechanical trees They grow to their full height And then they chop themselves down
Sharkey says All of life comes from some strange lagoon It rises up, it bucks up to it's full height from a boggy swamp on a foggy night It creeps into your house It's life! It's life! I turn around, it's fear I turn around again, and it's love Nobody knows me Nobody knows my name
Deep in the heart of darkest America Home of the brave Ha! Ha! Ha! You've already paid for this Listen to my heart beat
And the little girls sing Oooeee Sharkey He's a slow dance on the edge of the lake They sing Ooooeeee Sharkey He's Mister Heartbreak Paging Mr. Sharkey White courtesy telephone please
And Sharkey says I turn around, it's fear I turn around again, and it's love
And the little girls sing Ooooeee Sharkey Yeah On top of Old Smokey all covered with snow That's where I wanna, that's where I'm gonna That's where I'm gonna go
Qu'il Est Loin L'Amour Composer(s): Claude Lemesle; Alain Goraguer Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri
Qu'il est loin loin loin l'amour Quand tu marches à sa rencontre Et qu'il marche à ton secours Mais à l'autre bout du monde Qu'il est loin loin loin l'amour Tout au bout de ce voyage Parsemé de carrefours De prénoms et de visages
{Refrain:} Mon vieux monde joli renom Quelle blonde est pour ce blond Quelle brune pour celui-ci Toi pour l'une, moi pour lui Mon vieux monde joli renom Quelle blonde est pour ce blond Quelle brune pour celui-ci Toi pour l'une, moi pour lui Qu'il est loin loin loin l'amour Et pourtant parfois si proche Même Rue du Vieux Faubourg Même immeuble même porche Qu'il est loin loin loin l'amour Quand tu t'endors solitaire Demain est un autre jour Elle arrive la lumière
Sharing You Composer(s): Gerry Goffin; Carole King Performer(s): Bobby Vee; Little Eva; Gene McDaniels
Sharing you, I know I'm sharing you I'm not the only one who's in your heart When I'm with you, your love belongs to me But you have someone else when we're apart There are two of to kiss you Two of us to miss you And two of us to wish there were two of you And though it hurts me so to go on sharing you I know my helpless heart just can't be free But even though I must keep sharing you You know you'll never be sharin' me Oh, no, you'll never be sharin' me Aah, aah, you'll never be sharin' me
Qu'il Était Triste, Cet Anglais Composer(s): Louis Poterat; Charles Dumont Performer(s): Edith Piaf
C'était le décor attendu D'un bar de la Tamise Avec son ennui répandu Comme une fumée grise Son frisson de journaux froissés Son tintement de verres Et les murmures étouffés De ses clients sévères
Qu'il était triste, cet Anglais Dont la main du temps n'avait fait Qu'estomper doucement les traits De son visage Tout seul, immobile et muet Debout près du bar, il buvait On aurait dit qu'il revenait D'un long voyage
Quand il eût trop bu, tout à coup De ses yeux, deux larmes glissèrent Quelqu'un a dit: "Voilà qu'il est soûl!" Et puis des secondes passèrent...
Pourtant, moi qui le regardais Ça me serrait, ça me serrait Je mêlais à ses pleurs secrets La terre entière Car je n'avais pas bien compris Ce qu'il disait rien que pour lui: "My beloved stayed in Paris..."
Peut-être avait-il épuisé Toutes les aventures Ou traînait-il un cur usé Par une vie trop dure Avait-il le spleen du marin Pour les terres promises Ou faisait-il un grand chagrin D'une simple bêtise?
Qu'il était triste, cet Anglais Que, chaque soir, je retrouvais Portant le poids de son secret Impénétrable Tout seul, immobile et muet Debout près du bar, il buvait Le même jeu recommençait À chaque table
Certains le guettaient en dessous Et les larmes les faisaient rire J'entendais : "Voilà qu'il es soûl!" C'est tout ce qu'ils trouvaient à dire
Mais quand je m'approche de lui Il me confia d'un air surpris: "My beloved stayed in Paris... Stayed in Paris..." S'il vous plaît, barman, qu'est-ce qu'il a? Et le barman me répondit: "Sa bien-aimée est à Paris... ...morte, peut-être..." "...my beloved stayed in Paris... My beloved stayed in Paris... In Paris... In Paris..."
Sharing The Night Together (Danish Version: Gemme Os Sammen I Natten - 1979) Ava Aldridge, Edward Struzick First release by: Arthur Alexander - 1976
You're looking kinda lonely girl would you like someone new to talk to, ah yeh alright I'm feeling kinda lonely too if you don't mind can I sit down here beside you ah yeah alright
If I seem to come on too strong I hope that you will understand I say these things 'cause I'd like to know if you're as lonely as I am and if you mind
Sharing the night together, oh yeah Sharing the night together, oh yeah, sharing the night
We could bring in the morning girl if you want to go that far and if tomorrow find us together right here the way we are would you mind
Sharing the night together, oh yeah Sharing the night together, oh yeah, sharing the night
Would you like to dance with me and hold me you know I want to be holding you ah yeah alright 'cause I like feeling like I do and I see in your eyes that you're liking it, I'm liking it, too, ah yeah alright like to get to know you better is there a place where we can go where we can be alone together and turn the lights down low and start sharing the night ...
Qu'il Parle En Premier Composer(s): Michel Berger Performer(s): France Gall & Patrick Bouchitey
Une minute pour dire son être Toute la vie pour les expliquer On les prépare, on les répète Toute la vie pour y repenser Je n'y arriverais jamais Je ne saurais pas comment m'y prendre Je n'y arriverais jamais Que s'il ne savait pas me comprendre
Une minute, un sourire peut-être Toute la vie pour vivre au passé Je crois le voir, le reconnais Si par hasard je me trompais Je n'y arriverais jamais Je ne saurais pas comment m'y prendre Je n'y arriverais jamais Que s'il ne savait pas me comprendre
D'ailleurs s'il m'aime qu'il parle en premier C'est si joli un homme qui parle d'amour Qu'il vienne le dire et m'embrasser C'est si joli un homme qui aime d'amour
Patrick : Une minute pour dire ce que je pense Toute la vie pour l'oublier Une minute pour dire je t'aime Toute la vie pour y penser Je n'y arriverais jamais Je ne saurais pas comment m'y prendre Je n'y arriverai jamais Si elle ne savait pas me comprendre
Une minute pour dire des mots tendres Toute la vie pour les regretter Une minute pour ne rien attendre Toute la vie pour respirer Je n'y arriverais jamais Je ne saurais pas comment m'y prendre Je n'y arriverais jamais Si elle ne savait pas me comprendre
Mais si elle m'aime qu'elle parle en premier C'est si joli une femme qui parle d'amour Qu'elle vienne le dire et m'embrasser C'est si joli une femme qui aime d'amour
France : D'ailleurs s'il m'aime qu'il parle en premier C'est si joli un homme qui parle d'amour Qu'il vienne le dire et m'embrasser C'est si joli un homme qui aime d'amour
Share The Land Composer(s): Burton Cummings Performer(s): The Guess Who; Randy Bachman; Burton Cummings
Have you been around Have you done your share o' comin' down On different things that people do Have you been aware You got brothers and sisters who care About what's gonna happen to you in a year from now
Maybe I'll be there to shake your hand Maybe I'll be there to share the land That they'll be givin' away When we all live together I'm talkin' 'bout together now
Maybe I'll be there to shake your hand Maybe I'll be there to share the land That they'll be givin' away When we all live together I'm talkin' 'bout together now
Did you pay your dues Did you read the news This mornin' when the paper landed in your yard Do you know their names Can you play their games Without losin' track and comin' down a bit too hard Oh!
Maybe I'll be there to shake your hand Maybe I'll be there to share the land That they'll be givin' away When we all live together I'm talkin' 'bout together now
Maybe I'll be there to shake your hand Maybe I'll be there to share the land That they'll be givin' away When we all live together I'm talkin' 'bout together now
Mmm, maybe I'll be there to shake your hand Maybe I'll be there to share the land That they'll be givin' away When we all live together I'm talkin' 'bout together now
Maybe I'll be there to shake your hand Maybe I'll be there to share the land That they'll be givin' away When we all live together Together, together
(Shake your hand, share the land) You know I'll be standin' by to help you if you're worried (Shake your hand, share the land) No more sadness, no more sorrow, and no more bad times (Shake your hand, share the land) Every day comin' sunshine, every day everybody laughin' (Shake your hand, share the land) Walkin' together by the river, walkin' together and laughin' (Shake your hand, share the land) Everybody singin' together, everybody singin' and laughin' (Shake your hand, share the land) Good times, good times, everybody walkin' by the river now (Shake your hand, share the land) Walkin', singin', talkin', smilin', laughin', diggin' each other (Shake your hand, share the land) Everybody happy together, I'll be there, don't worry, if you're needin' me (Shake your hand, share the land) Call on me, call on me, call my name, I'll be runnin' to help you (Shake your hand, share the land) Everybody walkin' by the river now, everybody, everybody laughin' (Shake your hand, share the land) Everybody singin' and talkin', smilin', laughin', diggin' each other (Shake your hand, share the land) ...
Quimbara Composer(s): Junior Cepeda Performer(s): Celia Cruz; and various other artists
Quimbara quimbara quma quimbamba Quimbara quimbara quma quimbamba Quimbara quimbara quma quimbamba Quimbara quimbara quma quimbamba Hey Mama Hey Mama Hey Mama Hey Mama
La rumba me está llamando bombo dile que ya voy Que se espere un momentito mientras canto un guaguanco Dile que no es un desprecio, pues vive en mi corazón Mi vida es tan solo eso, rumba buena y guaguanco!
Sharazan Composer(s): Antonio Dammico; Ciro Dammico; Stefano Dammico; Al Bano; Romina Power First release by: Al Bano & Romina Power - 1982
Titles In Other Languages: 1982 - Sharazan (by Joe Harris & Chrissy) 1997 - Scharazan, Kleine Insel Der Gefühle
Da bambino io sognai divi eroi e marinai nella mente avevo già la mia idea di libertà La bambina che era in me ora è donna insieme a te stretta tra Le braccia tue la mia idea di libertà Sharazan, Sharazan è la voglia di volare di sognare insieme a te il modo giusto per amare Sharazan, Sharazan paradiso che mi dà sempre la felicità oh oh oh Sharazan, Sharazan ali azzurre per volare per scoprire che c'è ancora un posto giusto per amare Sharazan, Sharazan tempo di felicità sempre estate ci sarà per noi insieme a Sharazan Nel giardino dei miei anni ho cercato un po' di sole ho sognato tanto amore e l'ho trovato qui con te Questo sole amore mio che non ho inventato io me lo dai soltanto tu quando ti stringi un po' di più Sharazan, Sharazan è la voglia di volare di sognare insieme a te il modo giusto per amare Sharazan, Sharazan paradiso che ti dà sempre la felicità la troverai a Sharazan Sharazan, Sharazan ali azzurre per volare per volare verso te in due credendo nell'amore Sharazan, Sharazan tempo di felicità sempre estate ci sarà per noi insieme a Sharazan oh oh oh
Quem Me Levará Sou Eu Composer(s): Manduka; Dominguinhos Performer(s): Raimundo Fagner
Amigos a gente encontra O mundo não é só aqui Repare naquela estrada Que distância nos levará
As coisas que eu tenho aqui Na certa terei por lá Segredos de um caminhão Fronteiras por desvendar Não diga que eu me perdi Não mande me procurar Cidades que eu nunca vi São casas de braços A me agasalhar
Passar como passam os dias Se o calendário acabar Eu faço contar o tempo outra vez Sim, tudo outra vez a passar
Não diga que eu fiquei sozinho Não mande alguém me acompanhar Repare a multidão precisa De alguém mais alto a lhe guiar
Quem me levará sou eu Quem regressará sou eu Não diga que eu não levo a guia De quem souber me amar..
Shape Of My Heart Composer(s): Dominic Miller; Sting Performer(s): Sting
He deals the cards as a meditation And those he plays never suspect He doesn't play for the money he wins He doesn't play for the respect He deals the cards to find the answer The sacred geometry of chance The hidden law of probable outcome The numbers lead a dance
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier I know that the clubs are weapons of war I know that diamonds mean money for this art But that's not the shape of my heart
He may play the jack of diamonds He may lay the queen of spades He may conceal a king in his hand While the memory of it fades
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier I know that the clubs are weapons of war I know that diamonds mean money for this art But that's not the shape of my heart That's not the shape, the shape of my heart
And if I told you that I loved you You'd maybe think there's something wrong I'm not a man of too many faces The mask I wear is one Those who speak know nothing And find out to their cost Like those who curse their luck in too many places And those who smile are lost
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier I know that the clubs are weapons of war I know that diamonds mean money for this art But that's not the shape of my heart That's not the shape of my heart
Quem Te Viu, Quem Te Vê Composer(s): Chico Buarque Performer(s): Chico Buarque; and various other artists
Você era a mais bonita das cabrochas dessa ala Você era a favorita onde eu era mestre-sala Hoje a gente nem se fala, mas a festa continua Suas noites são de gala, nosso samba ainda é na rua
Hoje o samba saiu procurando você Quem te viu, quem te vê Quem não a conhece não pode mais ver pra crer Quem jamais esquece não pode reconhecer
Quando o samba começava, você era a mais brilhante E se a gente se cansava, você só seguia adiante Hoje a gente anda distante do calor do seu gingado Você só dá chá dançante onde eu não sou convidado
Hoje o samba saiu procurando você Quem te viu, quem te vê Quem não a conhece não pode mais ver pra crer Quem jamais esquece não pode reconhecer
O meu samba se marcava na cadência dos seus passos O meu sono se embalava no carinho dos seus braços Hoje de teimoso eu passo bem em frente ao seu portão Pra lembrar que sobra espaço no barraco e no cordão
Hoje o samba saiu procurando você Quem te viu, quem te vê Quem não a conhece não pode mais ver pra crer Quem jamais esquece não pode reconhecer
Todo ano eu lhe fazia uma cabrocha de alta classe De dourado eu lhe vestia pra que o povo admirasse Eu não sei bem com certeza por que foi que um belo dia Quem brincava de princesa acostumou na fantasia
Hoje o samba saiu procurando você Quem te viu, quem te vê Quem não a conhece não pode mais ver pra crer Quem jamais esquece não pode reconhecer
Hoje eu vou sambar na pista, você vai de galeria Quero que você assista na mais fina companhia Se você sentir saudade, por favor não dê na vista Bate palmas com vontade, faz de conta que é turista
Hoje o samba saiu procurando você Quem te viu, quem te vê Quem não a conhece não pode mais ver pra crer Quem jamais esquece não pode reconhecer
Shanty (aka The Friday Song) Composer(s): Jonathan Edwards Performer(s): Jonathan Edwards and multiple other artists
Gonna sit down in the kitchen and fix me something good to eat and make my head a little high and make this whole day complete cuz we gonna lay around the shanty mama and put a good buzz on
Well pass it to me baby, pass it to me slow we'll take time out to smile a little before we let it go cuz we gonna lay around the shanty mama and put a good buzz on
Well there ain't nothin' to do and there's always room for more fill it, light it, shut up and close the door cuz we gonna lay around the shanty mama and put a good buzz on
We gonna sit around the kitchen fix us somethin' good to eat and make ourselves a little high and make the whole day complete cuz we gonna lay around the shanty mama and put a good buzz on
Ev'ry night and day (if I can help it) We're gonna lay around the shanty momma, and put a good buzz on
Quémame Los Ojos Composer(s): Nelson Navarro Performer(s): Javier Solis; and various other artists
Deja que tus ojos me vuelvan a mirar deja que tus labios me vuelvan a besar deja que tus besos ahuyenten las tristezas que noche tras noche me hacen llorar
Deja que la luz retorne a mi alma para que lo triste se marche de mí déjame sentirme dormido en tus brazos para que mi ser se llene de ti
Deja que mis sueños se aferren a tu pecho para que te cuenten cuán grande es mi dolor déjame estrujarte con este loco amor que me tiene al borde de la desolación
Deja que mis manos no sientan el frío el frío terrible de la soledad quémame los ojos si es preciso vida pero nunca digas que no volverás
Shannon Composer(s): Henry Gross First release by: Henry Gross - 1976
Another day is at end Mama says she's tired again No one can even begin to tell her
I hardly know what to say But maybe it's better that way If papa were here i'm sure he'd tell her
Shannon is gone I hope she's drifting out to sea She always loved to swim away Maybe she'll find an island with a shady tree Just like the one in our backyard
Mama tries hard to pretend things will get Better again Somehow she's keeping it all inside her
But finally the tears fill our eyes And I know that somewhere tonight She knows how much we really miss her
Shannon is gone I hope she's drifting out to sea She always loved to swim away Maybe she'll find an island with a shady tree Just like the one in our backyard
Na aventura de um pensamento Que faz pensar que toda voa Na solidão de um coração gemendo Quem chora triste nunca ri, à toa
E saberá o peso do tormento Encontrará toda novilha boa E pelos campos quem virá Alegre quer dizer Na vida todo dia passará Louco quem virá ardendo de amor...
