Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Si Superficielle Composer(s): Michel Berger Performer(s): France Gall
J'ai quelque chose qui gronde au fond de moi Quelque chose qui bat comme un cur Deux ou trois images auxquelles je crois Que j'envoie voler dans les haut-parleurs Si c'est pas pour vivre avec la musique À quoi ça sert d'être au générique Et les rêves, comme des bulles de savon Ne laissent rien d'eux quand ils s'en vont
Si superficielle Le dernier journal annonce les nouvelles Je vais me changer pour être belle Et pour être celle que les autres attendent Si superficielle Si superficielle Mon sourire fait des étincelles Les miroirs changent de chambre d'hôtel Sous les projecteurs la lumière est belle Mais si superficielle
Dès le premier tour de manivelle L'héroïne a fait parler d'elle Sans qu'on ait pu en voir un portrait fidèle Son nom s'est envolé comme une hirondelle Qui veut vraiment savoir qui elle est Connaître son mystère, son secret Le jour du coup de rideau final On lira sans doute dans le journal
Si superficielle Dans mon univers de décibels Les légendes effacent le réel Quand la musique parle, la vie devient belle Mais si superficielle Si superficielle Mon sourire fait des étincelles Les miroirs changent de chambre d'hôtel Sous les projecteurs la lumière est belle Mais si superficielle Si superficielle
Pajarito Cantor Composer(s): Luis Martínez Serrano Performer(s): Javier Solís
Sólo estoy entre grillos y rejas condenado a morir en prisión y no brotan de mi alma
las quejas porque ahogadas quedan en mi corazón Fría está como mi alma la celda, entra apenas un rayo de sol sólo escucho que un ave muy cerca al trinar alegra mi triste canción
Pajarito cantor que llegaste hasta mí mitigando mi acerbo dolor no te alejes de aquí Pajarito cantor si pudiera volar yo quisiera ayudarte a formar tu nidito de amor
Mientras sufro la amarga condena que por ley la justicia dictó la avecilla mitiga mi pena como un alma buena con trinos de amor
Y en el fondo del alma se aviva la esperanza de la redención cuando el cuerpo cayendo sin vida a mi alma permita volar al perdón
Pajarito cantor que llegaste hasta mí mitigando mi acerbo dolor no te alejes de aquí Pajarito cantor si pudiera volar yo quisiera ayudarte a formar tu nidito de amor
Paisley Park Composer(s): Prince Performer(s): Prince
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There is a park that is known 4 the face it attracts colorful people whose hair On 1 side is swept back The smile on their faces It speaks of profound inner peace Ask where they're going They'll tell U nowhere They've taken a lifetime lease On Paisley Park
chorus: The girl on the seesaw is laughing 4 love is the color This place imparts (Paisley Park) Admission is easy, just say U Believe and come 2 this Place in your heart Paisley Park is in your heart
There is a woman who sits All alone by the pier Her husband was naughty And caused his wife so many tears He died without knowing forgiveness And now she is sad, so sad Maybe she'll come 2 the park And forgive him And life won't be so bad In Paisley Park
chorus
See the man cry as the city Condemns where he lives Memories die but taxes He'll still have 2 give (who) Whoever said that elephants were stronger than mules? Come 2 the park And play with us There aren't any rules In Paisley Park
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your heart, your heart Paisley Park your heart, your heart, your heart (sing, sing it) Paisley Park Paisley Park Paisley Park
Si Sta Facendo Notte Composer(s): Maurizio Fabrizio; Claudio Guidetti; Renato Zero Performer(s): Renato Zero
Staccate la corrente Un po' di pace qui Fermiamoci un istante Voglio stringerti così È bello ritrovarsi Abbandonarsi e già Costretti in questa fabbrica alienante Chiamata città Non sentono ragioni I sentimenti no almeno per un po' ... mi apparterrai Ti apparterrò Inutili rumori Non è felicità Vorrebbero convincerci Che il Paradiso è qua È un mondo virtuale Padrone chiunque sei Smetti di spiarci, di sfruttarci Esistiamo anche noi In fondo a questa vita Talmente breve che Non è un delitto se ... Se la offro a te Di travagliati giorni Fantastiche tournée Io contro il mondo E tu a fianco a me ... quel coraggio dov'è Si sta facendo notte È il nostro cantiere che riparte Più efficiente che mai Guai se così non fosse Siamo ancora pieni di risorse, aspetta e vedrai ... La voglia di cantare È figlia dei miei guai Salvare quel sogno È tutto ciò che vorrei ... mi aiuterai ... Si sta facendo notte C'è gente che non dorme ma riflette Sul tempo che va ... Non è un problema l'età Aprite quelle porte e fate entrare amore in ogni cuore Finché ce ne sta Non fosse stata musica A guarire i silenzi miei Non starei qui a difenderla Non ti chiederei Di credere in lei ... lo sai ... Si sta facendo notte Se questa nostra stella non decolla Avrò sbagliato e anche tu Che ti aspettavi di più Son giochi disonesti Per tanti irresistibili idealisti Assoluzione non c'è Diamoci dentro affinché ... Non si faccia notte! Alziamoci fin lassù Mattone su mattone Seguiamo questa pallida illusione Qualcosa succederà Si sta facendo notte!
Pais Tropical Composer(s): Jorge Ben Performer(s): Sergio Mendez; and various other artists
Moro num país tropical Abençoado por Deus E bonito por natureza,mas que beleza Em fevereiro, em fevereiro Tem carnaval, tem carnaval Tenho um fusca e um violão Sou flamengo e tem uma nega chamada Tereza Sam baby,sam baby Sou um menino de mentalidade mediana, pois é Mas assim mesmo feliz na vida Pois eu não devo nada a ninguem, pois é Pois eu sou feliz, muito feliz comigo mesmo
Sam baby,sam baby Eu posso não ser um band leader, pois é Mas assim mesmo lá em casa,todos meus amigos Meus camaradinha me respeitam, pois é Esta é a razão de simpatia Do poder do algo mais e da alegria
Moro num pa tropi Abençoá por de E boni por nature,mas quie bele Em fevere,em fevereiro Tem carnaval,tem carnaval Tenho um fusca e um violão Sou flamengo e tem uma nega chamada Tereza
Moro num país tropical Abençoado por Deus E bonito por natureza,mas que beleza Em fevereiro, em fevereiro Tem carnaval, tem carnaval Tenho um fusca e um violão Sou flamengo e tem uma nega chamada Tereza
And The Heavens Cried Composer(s): Gwynn Elias; Irving Reid Performer(s): Ronnie Savoy; Antony Newley
She was mine only yesterday Both our hearts beat as one But then I felt her slip away As a cloud stole the sun
And the he-e-e-avens cri-i-i-ied And the tears filled the stre-e-e-am And the stream filled the river The river filled the sea All because, she took her love Away from me-e-e-e-e
Though each dawn brings the sun again Yesterday will remain Every day I'll remember when All the clouds filled with rain
And the he-e-e-avens cri-i-i-ied And the tears filled the stre-e-e-am And the stream filled the river The river filled the sea All because, she took her love Away from me-e-e-e-e
Painting The Clouds With Sunshine Composer(s): Joe Burke; Al Dubin Performer(s): Jack Hylton; and various other artists
When I pretend I'm gay I never feel that way I'm only painting the clouds with sunshine When I hold back a tear To make a smile appear I'm only painting the clouds with sunshine Painting the blue, beautiful hues Coloured with gold and old rose Playing the clown Trying to drown all of my woes Though things may not look bright They all turn out alright If I keep painting the clouds with sunshine
Si Seulement Elle Était Jolie Composer(s): Georges Brassens Performer(s): Maxime le Forestier
Si seulement elle était jolie Je dirais: "tout n'est pas perdu Elle est folle, c'est entendu Mais quelle beauté accomplie!" Hélas elle est plus laide bientôt Que les sept péchés capitaux Que les sept péchés capitaux
Si seulement elle avait des formes Je dirais: "tout n'est pas perdu Elle est moche c'est entendu Mais c'est Venus copie conforme" Malheureusement, c'est désolant C'est le vrai squelette ambulant C'est le vrai squelette ambulant
Si seulement elle était gentille Je dirais: "tout n'est pas perdu Elle est plate c'est entendu mais c'est la meilleure des filles" Malheureusement c'est un chameau Un succube, tranchons le mot Un succube, tranchons le mot
Si elle était intelligente Je dirais: "tout n'est pas perdu Elle est vache, c'est entendu Mais c'est une femme savante" Malheureusement elle est très bête Et tout à fait analphabète Et tout à fait analphabète
Si seulement l'était cuisinière Je dirais: "tout n'est pas perdu Elle est sotte, c'est entendu Mais quelle artiste culinaire!" Malheureusement sa chère m'a Pour toujours gâté l'estomac Pour toujours gâté l'estomac
Si seulement elle était fidèle Je dirais :"tout n'est pas perdu Elle m'empoisonne, c'est entendu Mais c'est une épouse modèle" Malheureusement elle est, papa Folle d'un cul qu'elle n'a pas! Folle d'un cul qu'elle n'a pas!
Si seulement l'était moribonde Je dirais: "tout n'est pas perdu Elle me trompe c'est entendu Mais elle va quitter le monde" Malheureusement jamais elle tousse Elle nous enterrera tous Elle nous enterrera tous
Painting Box Composer(s): Mike Heron Performer(s): The Incredible String Band
When the morning of your eyes
comes waking through my shadows Leaving just a trace of twilight sleep I whisper to the baby raindrops playing on my window And tell them gently this is not the time that they should weep
For somewhere in my mind there is a painting box I have every color there it's true Just lately when I look inside my painting box I seem to pick the colors of you
My Friday evening's foot-steps plodding dully through this black town Are far away now from the world that I'm in My eyes are listening to some sounds that I think just might be springtime With daffodils between my toes I'm laughing at their whim
And somewhere in my mind there is a painting box I have every color there it's true Just lately when I look inside my painting box I seem to pick the colors of you
Oh somewhere in my mind there is a painting box I have every color there it's true Just lately when I look inside my painting box I seem to pick the colors of you
The purple sail above me catches all the strength of summer Fishes stop and ask me where I am bound I smile and shake my head and say my little ship is sinking But I kind of like the sea that I'm on, and I don't mind if I do drown
For somewhere in my mind there is a painting box I have every color there it's true Just lately when I look inside my painting box I seem to pick the colors of you
Angel In Disguise Composer(s): Earl Thomas Conley; Randy Scruggs Performer(s): Earl Thomas Conley
You were just another pretty face in the crowd I was just hangin' out I wasn't ready for love when I looked in your eyes You took me by surprise You weren't supposed to say that you loved me You were just gonna stay for the night I never held a hand that could touch me And leave me with stars in my eyes
Oh angel in disguise You're just an angel in disguise
Almost made it too easy for me to believe That love could happen to me But you're not afraid to show me how much you care And prove your heart is there You weren't supposed to say that you loved me You were just gonna spend the night I never held a hand that could touch me And leave me with stars in my eyes
Oh angel in disguise You're just an angel in disguise
Oh angel in disguise You're just an angel in disguise
Painted, Tainted Rose Composer(s): Jean Sawyer; Peter DeAngelis Performer(s): Al Martino
She was a wild and lovely rose Oh, how I loved her, heaven knows But though my heart was true, it would never do Party life was what she chose
Last night I saw my lovely rose All painted up in fancy clothes Her eyes have lost their spark, the years have left their mark She's just a painted, tainted rose
She was a wild and lovely rose come on
She was a wild and lovely rose
Oh, how I loved her, heaven knows
Oh, how I loved her, heaven knows But though my heart was true, it would never do Party life was what she chose
Last night I saw my lovely Rose
Last night I saw my lovely Rose
All painted up in fancy clothes
All painted up in fancy clothes Her eyes have lost their spark, the years have left their mark She's just a
She's just a
Si Seco Un Llanto Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Un día, junto al mar la más triste canción oyó llorar a un alma su dolor y a por el alma fue vibrando la tonada conmovida y gentil maravillada
¿Qué pena lloras tú -le dijo la canción- que me has trocado en gracia el corazón?
¿De qué me sirve a mí -le respondió un sollozo- la virtud, si no tengo un canto hermoso?
Sospecho que hoy empiezo a ser canción Y tengo la impresión de que seré tu sol si logro ser tu canto Sospecho que hoy empiezo a ser canción si seco un llanto
Un día, junto al mar un alma halló su voz y una tonada hallaba su razón Fue el día en que nació la verdad hechizada la melodía y el alma enamoradas
El alma con canción iluminó su hogar y la canción con alma echó a volar Desde entonces las dos vivieron más despacio a pesar de su tiempo y de su espacio
Sospecho que hoy empiezo a ser canción Y tengo la impresión de que seré tu sol si logro ser tu canto Sospecho que hoy empiezo a ser canción si seco un llanto
Painted From Memory Composer(s): Burt Bacharach; Elvis Costello Performer(s): Elvis Costello; and various other artists
Such a picture of loveliness Didn't you notice the resemblance? Doesn't it look like she could speak? Those eyes I tried to capture They are lost to me now forever They smile for someone else
Funny, how looks can be deceiving But she's not easily Painted from memory
You'd think that I would know by now Those eyes I trIed to capture They are lost to me now forever They smile for someone else
And so this had to be Painted from memory
She is gone, and I must accept it She is lost to me now But I can't look away just yet though She smiles for someone else
Atlanta Georgia Stray Composer(s): Chris Gantry Performer(s): Kenny Price and multiple other artists
On the Greyhound bus trip home I was feelin' all alone When a long haired gal sat down next to me She said she was Atlanta bound kill some time maybe kick around 'Cause it sounded like a friendly place to be From Chicago to Kentucky we just talked awhile And somewhere along the way I was captured by her smile But why I left the bus in Nashville has been a mystery till today 'Cause for two years I've been tracking down that Atlanta Georgia stray
Well she said all living things have a secret pair of wings And I'm of the lucky ones who learned to fly Though I don't even know your name I can tell we're much the same 'Cause you've got that faraway look in your eyes Right then I knew I'd found what I've been searching for And by the tears that filled her eyes she felt the same I'm almost sure But why I left the bus in Nashville has been a mystery till today 'Cause for two years I've been tracking down that Atlanta Georgia stray
Well I'm flat broke once again I haven't eaten in God knows when And the weather is a-showing signs of rain I gotta make it in the town hit the clubs and ask around Even though the answers all will be the same Well I walked a mile for everyone I'd spoken to And up to now I haven't come across one little single clue 'Cause when I left the bus in Nashville well it was my fateful day 'Cause for two years I've been tracking down that Atlanta Georgia stray (That Atlanta Georgia stray Atlanta Georgia stray)
Paint The Town Beige Composer(s): Robert Earl Keen Jr. Performer(s): Robert Earl Keen Jr.; Bill & Bonnie Hearne; Walt Wilkins
I gave up the fast lane for a blacktop county road Just burned out on all that talk about the motherlode I traded for a songbird and a bigger piece of sky When I miss the good old days I can't imagine why
Chorus: Still I get restless and drive into town I cruise once down Main Street and turn back around It's crazy but God knows I don't act my age like an old desperado who paints the town beige
Down along the river and past the swimming hole you can find your piece of mind with just a fishin' pole And you can walk the river for miles and miles on end and never stop believin' in that dream around the bend
Chorus: Still I get restless and drive into town my radio playin' my window rolled down It's crazy but God knows I don't act my age like an old desperado who paints the town beige
Deep down in the winter time slows to a crawl There's really nothin' much to do until the first spring thaw It's then I get to thinkin' I must have gone insane Memories roll through my mind like a long slow railroad train
Chorus: Still I get restless and drive into town watch the world through a windshield as it all comes unwound It's crazy but God knows I don't act my age like an old desperado who paints the town beige
Si Quieres Tú Composer(s): José Miguel Gallardo Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo
Si quieres tú, yo te daría todo el deseo y la ternura, que hay en mí Si quieres tú, cada palabra cada mirada, cada sonrisa son para ti Si quieres tú, se rompería esa distancia que nos separa hoy a los dos Si quieres tú, se llenaría todo el espacio del universo, con nuestro amor Si quieres tú, aprendería a enamorarme una vez más y olvidaría todo mi mundo para escapar en mi velero... contigo Si quieres tú, te enseñaría en cada beso a ser mujer y te daría toda la fuerza, toda la sed que da un amante... si quieres tú Juntos escapar, juntos navegar juntos sobre un mar inmenso Juntos compartir, juntos para huir juntos para amar... si quieres tú Si quieres tú, aprendería a enamorarme una vez más y olvidaría todo mi mundo para escapar en mi velero... contigo Si quieres tú, te enseñaría en cada beso a ser mujer y te daría toda la fuerza, toda la sed que da un amante... si quieres tú Juntos escapar, juntos navegar juntos sobre un mar inmenso Juntos compartir, juntos para huir juntos para amar... si quieres tú Juntos escapar, juntos navegar juntos sobre un mar inmenso Juntos compartir, juntos para huir juntos para amar... decídete
Paint Me Down Composer(s): Gary Kemp Performer(s): Spandau Ballet
Paint me down Paint me down Paint me down
Paint me down Paint me down Paint me down
I'm walking into studio consider strange appeal paint me in the home I'm brushing up on sketchbook designs for love unreal paint me in the home
oil and skin you'll need to buy it consider what I mean she sinks beneath the moving pictures prepare the brush for me I'm craving with this need
Paint me down Paint me down Paint me down
Paint me down Paint me down Paint me down
I'm soaking up the surface conceiving new idea paint me in the home she's oiling up her subject but all still life is here paint me in the home
all the boys with framed dimension a cover up on lust he'll take his pain and paint it over prepare the brush for me I'm craving with this need Paint me down Paint me down Paint me down
Blue Love (In My Heart) Composer(s): Floyd Jenkins; Fred Rose Performer(s): Hank Williams and multiple other artists
I've got a blue love in my heart What can I do, love, with my heart? It's got a burnin', yearnin' while we're apart I've got a blue love in my heart
So blue the nights, so blue the days Why don't you write to me and say
You've got a true love in your heart And I'll come through, love, in your heart And stop this burnin', yearnin' while we're apart I've got a blue love in my heart
I've got an old flame in my heart A solid gold flame in my heart I'm like a weepin' willow while we're apart I've got a blue love in my heart
What can I do, where can I go? I never knew I loved you so
I've got a blue love in my heart What can I do, love, with my heart? I'm like a weepin' willow while we're apart I've got a blue love in my heart
Paint It Black Composer(s): Mick Jagger; Keith Richards Performer(s): The Rolling Stones; and various other artists
I see a red door and I want it painted black No colours anymore, I want them to turn back I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and they're all painted black With flowers and my love, both never to come back I see people turn their heads and quickly look away Like a newborn baby it just happens ev'ryday
I look inside myself and see my heart is black I see my red door and I must have it painted black Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue I could not forsee this thing happening to you If I look hard enough into the setting sun My love will laugh with me before the morning comes
I see a red door and I want it painted black No colours anymore I want them to turn back I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I wanna see your face painted black, black as night, black as coal Don't wanna see the sun, flying high in the sky I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black, yea
