Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Ne Pali Svetla U Sumrak Composer(s): Jozé Privek; Dragutin Britvic First performance by: Lola Novakovic - 1962
U toploj tami sobe, jo cigarete dve Dva mala svetla sve su blie, blie Ta noæ je stvorena za njih, taj san je snen i tako tih Dve zvezde sad æe poæ', na dalek stari put U plavom staklu vaze, tu negdje izpod rua Dva mala svetla sve su blie, blie Taj dan je bio tako tih, sad san se sputa meðu njih Veæ gasi cigaretu, prua ruke snu Taj dan je bio tako tih, sad san se sputa meðu njih I dve æe zvezde poæ', na dalek stari put U plavom staklu vaze, tu negdje izpod rua Dva mala svetla sve su blie, blie Ta noæ je stvorena za njih, sad san se sputa tako tih Veæ gasi cigaretu, prua ruke snu Ne pali svetla u sumrak
Silver Threads And Golden Needles Composer(s): Jack Rhodes; Dick Reynolds First release by: Wanda Jackson - 1956 Covered by multiple other artists
Silver threads and golden needles cannot mend this heart of mine And I'll never drown my sorrow in the warm glow of your wine You can't buy my love with money, for I never was that kind Silver threads and golden needles cannot mend this heart of mine Go ahead!
I don't want your golden mansions with a tear in every room All I want's the love you promised, beneath the halo moon But you think I should be happy with your money and your name And hide myself in sorrow while you play your cheatin' game
Silver threads and golden needles cannot mend this heart of mine And I'll never drown my sorrow in the warm glow of your wine You can't buy my love with money, for I never was that kind Silver threads and golden needles cannot mend this heart of mine
Pássara Composer(s): Chico Buarque; Francis Hime Performer(s): Maria Bethânia; and various other artists
E aí Ela cisma de voltar Sorri Quase pra te provocar Sim, goza tal felicidade Que tu vais ter que te amargar
Vais perseguir a maldita Vais insultá-la na rua Vais jogar pedras na lua Vais montar uma guarita Pra que aquela esquisita Não se atreva a voltar
E aí, e aí, e aí
E aí Ela cisma de voltar Sorri Quase pra te perdoar Sim, exala tal liberdade Que não podes mais tolerar
Vai manchar tuas verdades Vai se enfiar no teu leito Trair-te no teu próprio peito Vai quebrar todas as grades De que um homem é feito Pra esquecer de voar
E aí, e aí, e aí
E aí Ela cisma de voltar Sorri Quase pra te convidar Quase pra te convencer Quase pra te complicar Quase pra te confundir Mesmo pra te enlouquecer Mesmo pra te despertar
Un Premier Amour Composer(s): Roland Valade; Claude Teissedre First performance by: Isabelle Aubret - 1962
Un premier amour, premier amour, premier amour Ne s'oublie jamais, s'oublie jamais, s'oublie jamais Un premier amour on le cherche toujours Dans d'autres amours toute sa vie on court après
Il nous a troublé et fait rêver, et fait trembler Ce premier amour, premier amour, premier amour Mais l'enfant qu'on est, l'enfant qu'on est resté Frémira toujours au souvenir de cet amour Et toi, et toi que j'aimais Qu'as-tu fait de toi, qu'as-tu fait sans moi Et moi, moi qui t'ai perdu, qu'ai-je fait de plus Qu'ai-je fait de tant de bonheur, savions nous d'ailleurs
Qu'un premier amour, premier amour, premier amour Ne s'oublie jamais, s'oublie jamais, s'oublie jamais Qu'un premier amour on le cherche toujours Dans d'autres amours toute sa vie on court après
De tous ces baisers qu'on s'est volés plus que donnés Ces gestes innocents nous engageaient pour si longtemps Non les enfants d'alors que nous étions encore N'ont pas soupçonné tant ils étaient émerveillés Qu'un premier amour, leur premier amour, était si fort
Passagers De La Nuit Composer(s): Pierre Rapsat Performer(s): Pierre Rapsat
Lui C'est un fou Toujours à rôder Comme un loup Il aime les nuits blanches Les nuits noires Ses jeux sont étranges Son regard A la couleur de la nuit La couleur de la nuit
Elle Un voyou Quelques fois se déguise Met un loup Elle a son langage Ses bijoux Ses jeux son nuage Tout comme vous Passagers de la nuit Passagers de la nuit
Quand se couche le soleil Les zombies se réveillent Au fond du tunnel
Ils se sont reconnus A l'aurore La lumière du jour Sur leurs corps Deux ombres chinoises Se dessinent Quand le matin les croise S'éliminent Quand l'ombre s'allonge Touche leur voile C'est la fin du songe Les étoiles Ils rentrent dans la nuit Apparaissent dans la nuit Disparaissent dans la nuit Passagers de la nuit
Quand se couche le soleil Les zombies se réveillent Au fond du tunnel La lune les appelle Aux portes de la citadelle Pour la fête éternelle La tribu est fidèle
Quand se lève le soleil Ils regardent le ciel Rentrent dans le tunnel La tribu a sommeil
Pour eux c'est la nuit Pour eux c'est la nuit Pour eux c'est la nuit
Silver Stars, Purple Sage, Eyes Of Blue Composer(s): Tyler Performer(s): Cliffie Stone
Silver stars, purple sage, eyes of blue Prairie skies, tender sighs, hearts so true Out where mother natures really given All the things that make a heap of living Silver stars, purple sage, eyes of blue Got my horse, got my dog, and got you Do I really love it here? Yes, indeed I do Silver stars, purple sage, eyes of blue
Oh, we grow things mighty big down in Kentucky But there's nothing in that state that can compare To a cow that we once had us And the name of her was Gladys Boy, you should have seen the neighbors stop and stare She stood 10 feet tall and had one purple eyeball It took eight of us to milk her, here is why She had 27 spigots And the tourists all bought tickets Just to watch us milk and hear us loudly cry-y-y-y...
(Chorus)
Oh, pass the udder udder and I'll pass it to my brudder And I'll pass the udder udder dis-a-way So we passed the udder udder and I passed it to my brudder Oh, we really had our hands full every day
We created quite a spectacle, I grant you But we milked her just as pretty as you please And while people said "How funny" We raked in enough durn money To go out and order ermine BVD's Father turned her on her back one Sunday morning Gladys said "I'm upside down, now what's the gag?" "Well, the reason why," said Pop "is so the cream will be on top" "Gosh," the cow said, "in that case, it's in the bag!"
(Repeat chorus)
Now our Gladys was a star in cattle circles Though she couldn't read or write her name in full You would think she'd been to college Although she herself acknowledged That she gained her fame entirely by pull Gladdys said to us one cold and wintry morning She said "Milking is the thing I dearly loves But when I get a cold it lingers And I can't stand icy fingers So go on back in the house and get your gloves!"
Katinka Composer(s): Joop Stokkermans; Lodewijk Post; Henny Hambuis First performance: De Spelbrekers - 1962
Elke morgen om half negen komen wij Katinka tegen blauwe ogen, blonde lok hel geel truitje, korte rok maar ze trippelt zwijgend naast d'er Ma daarom zingen alle jongens haar verlangend na
Kleine kokette Katinka kijk nou es één keertje om stiekempjes over je schouder je ma merkt het toch niet, dus kom! Kleine kokette Katinka ben je verlegen misschien? We willen zo graag nog heel even een glimp van je wipneusje zien
Elke morgen, zon of regen komen wij Katinka tegen hakjes, tiktak op de stoep korte rok met nauwe coupe maar haar blik verraadt geen nee of ja daarom zingen alle jongens haar verlangend na
Kleine kokette Katinka kijk nou es één keertje om stiekempjes over je schouder je ma merkt het toch niet, dus kom! Kleine kokette Katinka ben je verlegen misschien? We willen zo graag nog heel even een glimp van je wipneusje zien
Music happen to be the food of love Sounds to really make you rub and scrub!
I say Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side! Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side! It a gonna burn, give me music make me jump and prance It a go done, give me the music make me rock in the dance!
It was a cool and lovely breezy afternoon (How does it feel when you've got no food?) You could feel it 'cause it was the month of June (How does it feel when you've got no food?) So I left my gate and went out for a walk (How does it feel when you've got no food?) As I pass the dreadlocks' camp I heard them say... (How does it feel when you've got no food?)
Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side! Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side! It a gonna burn, give me music make me jump and prance It a go done, give me the music make me rock in the dance!
So I stopped to find out what was going on (How does it feel when you've got no food?) 'Cause the spirit of Jah, you know he leads you on (How does it feel when you've got no food?) There was a ring of dreads and a session was there in swing (How does it feel when you've got no food?) You could feel the chill as I seen and heard them say... (How does it feel when you've got no food?)
Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side! Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side! It a gonna burn, give me music make me jump and prance It a go done, give me the music make me rock in the dance!
'Cause me say listen to the drummer, me say listen to the bass Give me little music make me wind up me waist Me say listen to the drummer, me say listen to the bass Give me little music make me wind up me waist, I say...
Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side! Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side! It a gonna burn, give me music make me jump and prance It a go done, give me the music make me rock in the dance!
You play it on the radio, a so me say, we a go hear it on the stereo A so me know you a go play it on the disco A so me say we a go hear it on the stereo!
Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side! Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side! It a gonna burn, give me music make me jump and prance It a go done, give me the music make me rock in the dance!
I say east, say west, say north and south (on the left hand side) This is gonna make us jump and shout (on the left hand side)
Silver Spoon Composer(s): Judi Pulver Performer(s): Petula Clark
I don't want no golden plate No breakfast in the city No, I don't need no silver glass for my soul
Sure I'd miss those city lights On certain nights they're pretty But all I want is to stay with you
Oh how I feel when the sun comes up And it brings your face of you Wherever you're going to Could I please Come along with you?
I don't need no stocking filled With gifts you gotta pay back And I don't need no superman balloon All I want is to love you love And to love you long and lay back And never need to lack the silver spoon
Oh how I feel when the sun comes up And it brings your face of you Wherever you're going Could I pease Come along with you? Wherever you're going Could I please Come along with you?
Take me along with you Can I please come along with you? Cause I'm so much in love with you
Oh how I feel when the sun comes up And it brings your face of you Wherever you're going Could I please Come along with you? Wherever you're going Could I please Come along with you?
Would you take me along with you? Can I please come along with you?
Pass Me By
Composer(s): Cy Coleman; Carolyn Leigh
Performer(s): Peggy Lee
and various other artists
I got me ten fine toes to wiggle in the sand
Lots of idle fingers snap to my command
A lovely pair of heels that kick to beat the band
Contemplatin', nature can be fascinatin'!
Add to these a nose that I can thumb
And a mouth, by gum, have I
To tell the whole damned world
"If you don't happen to like it
Deal me out, thank you kindly, pass me by!
Pass me by, pass me by
If you don't happen to like it, pass me by!"
Lots of idle fingers snap to my command
Contemplatin', nature can be fascinatin'!
To tell the whole damned world
"If you don't happen to like it
Deal me out, thank you kindly, pass me by!
Pass me by, pass me by
If you don't happen to like it, pass me by!"
I got me ten fine toes to wiggle in the sand
Lots of idle fingers snap to my command
A lovely pair of heels that kick to beat the band
Contemplatin', nature can be fascinatin'!
Add to these a nose that I can thumb
And a mouth, by gum, have I
To tell the whole damned world
"If you don't happen to like it
Deal me out, thank you kindly, pass me by!
Pass me by, pass me by
If you don't happen to like it, pass me by!"
Silver Paper Composer(s): Gail Collins; G. Gardos; Steve Knight; Corky Laing; Felix Pappalardi; Leslie West Performer(s): Mountain; Noel Redding; Swift Rain
Open your heart and let the sunshine in Open your heart, let the sunshine in
Sun is shining on my world Sun is in my shoes While I´m passin´ through this life This job is spent with you Wrap my dreams in silver paper Gonna give them all to you Use them on some rainy morning And they´ll tell you what to do
Open your heart and let the sunshine in Open your heart, let the sunshine in Open your heart and let the sunshine in Open up your heart and let the sunshine in
Life is what you´re reaching through When your path is spied Wait until some rainy morning You´ll be satisfied Gonna wrap up my dreams in silver paper Give it all to you Use it on some rainy morning It´ll tell you what to do
Open your heart and let the sunshine in Open your heart, let the sunshine in Open your heart and let the sunshine in Open your heart, let the sunshine in
Un certo Pasqualino pescatore viveva in assoluta povertà però sentiva sempre in fondo al cuore qualcosa che diceva: "Un dì verrà!" E un bel dì giunse a Sorrento una principessa indiana sopra un grosso bastimento la bellissima Kalì Pasqualino la guardò E Kalì s'innamorò ed in India lo portò... Pasqualino Marajà a cavallo all'elefante con in testa un gran turbante per la jungla se ne va Pasqualino Marajà non lavora e non fa niente fra i misteri dell'Oriente fa il nababbo tra gli indù ndu du dun dun dun dun da! Ulla! Ulla! La.. Pasqualino Marajà non lavora e non fa niente fra i misteri dell'Oriente fa il nababbo tra gli indù ndu du dun dun dun dun da! Ulla! Ulla! La Ulla! Ulla! La Cento casse di diamanti grossi grossi... mentre principi potenti gli s'inchinano davanti lui si fuma il narghilé Eh! Eh! Eh! Eh! Eh! Eh! Pasqualino Marajà ha insegnato a far la pizza tutta l'India ne va pazza solo pizza vuol mangiar! Pasqualino Marajà ha imparato a far l'indiano ma, da buon napoletano chiama tutti: "Ué, paisà!" Ulla! Ulla! La Ulla! Ulla! La
Pasional Composer(s): Jorge Caldara; Mario X. Soto Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto; and various other artists
No sabrás nunca sabrás lo que es morir mil veces de ansiedad no podrás nunca entender lo que es amar y enloquecer
Tus besos que queman tus labios que embriagan y que torturan mi razón se que nunca mas podré arrancar del pecho este querer Estas clavada en mi te siento en el latir abrazador de mis sienes te adoro cuando estás te amo mucho más cuando estas lejos de mi Tengo miedo de perderte de pensar que no he de verte porque esta duda brutal? porque me habré de sangrar? si en cada beso te siento desmayar sin embargo me atormento porque en la sangre te llevo y a cada instante febril y amante quiero tus labios besar
Te quiero siempre así estás clavada en mi como un puñal en la carne y ardiente y pasionál temblando de ansiedad quiero en tus brazos morir
Vuggevise First performance by: Ellen Winther - 1962
Nu er alle folk i hele byen lige ved at si' godnat Ham, du ve' nok, pusler me' paraplyen Så nu sker det, skat Solen trak gardinet for Se nu blev i dag i går Skynd dig ind i sove-rige Så din drøm bli'r rigtig lang Skynd dig ind i lege-land Li' så hurtigt som du kan Mød den lille sjove pige Du fortalte om engang Så tænker mor imens på alt det grå og triste Som voksne menn'sker kymrer sig om Og streger alle sorger på den lange liste Så den i morgen tidlig er tom Skynd dig ind i lege-land Li' så hurtigt som du kan Skynd dig ind i sove-rige Så din drøm bli'r rigtig lang Så, nu skal du ligge rigtig stille Stille som en lille mus Hør, så kan du høre en stjerne spille over vores hus Så tænker mor imens på alt det grå og triste Som voksne menn'sker kymrer sig om Og streger alle sorger på den lange liste Så den i morgen tidlig er tom Skynd dig ind i lege-land Li' så hurtigt som du kan Skynd dig ind i sove-rige Så din drøm bli'r rigtig lang
Pasadena Composer(s): Grant Clarke; Edgar Leslie; Harry Warren Performer(s): The Temperance Seven; and various other artists
Oh, you railway station Oh, you Pullman train Heres my reservation, for my destination Far beyond the western plain To see my home in Pasadena My home, where grass is greener Where honey bees, hum melodies And orange trees scent the breeze I want to be a home-sweet-homer Why, then Ill settle down Beneath those palms in someones arms In Pasadena Yes, in Pasadena town
