Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Simply Irresistible Composer(s): Robert Palmer; The Starlite Singers; This Perfect Day Performer(s): Robert Palmer
How can it be permissible She compromise my principle, yeah yeah That kind of love is mythical She's anything but typical
She's a craze you'd endorse, she's a powerful force You're obliged to conform when there's no other course She used to look good to me, but now I find her
Simply irresistible Simply irresistible
Her loving is so powerful, huh It's simply unavoidable The trend is irreversible The woman is invincible
She's a natural law, and she leaves me in awe She deserves the applause, I surrender because She used to look good to me, but now I find her
Simply irresistible Simply irresistible
Simply irresistible She's so fine, there's no tellin' where the money went Simply irresistible She's all mine, there's no other way to go
She's unavoidable, I'm backed against the wall She gives me feelings like I never felt before I'm breaking promises, she's breaking every law She used to look good to me, but now I find her
Simply irresistible She's so fine, there's no tellin' where the money went Simply irresistible She's all mine, there's no other way to go
Her methods are inscrutable The proof is irrefutable Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh She's so completely kissable, huh Our lives are indivisible
She's a craze you'd endorse, she's a powerful force You're obliged to conform when there's no other course She used to look good to me, but now I find her
Simply irresistible Simply irresistible
She's so fine, there's no tellin' where the money went Simply irresistible She's all mine, there's no other way to go She's so fine, there's no tellin' where the money went Simply irresistible She's all mine, there's no other way to go
Pauvre Boris Composer(s): Jean Ferrat Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Tu vois rien n'a vraiment changé Depuis que tu nous a quitté Les cons n'arrêtent pas de voler Les autres de les regarder Si l'autre jour on a bien ri Il paraît que «Le déserteur» Est un des grands succès de l'heure Quand c'est chanté par Anthony Pauvre Boris
Voilà quinze ans qu'en Indochine La France se déshonorait Et l'on te traitait de vermine De dire que tu n'irais jamais Si tu les vois sur leurs guitares Ajuster tes petits couplets Avec quinze années de retard Ce que tu dois en rigoler Pauvre Boris
Ils vont chercher en Amérique La mode qui fait des dollars Un jour ils chantent des cantiques Et l'autre des refrains à boire Et quand ça marche avec Dylan Chacun a son petit Vietnam Chacun son nègre dont les os Lui déchirent le coeur et la peau Pauvre Boris
On va quitter ces pauvres mecs Pour faire une java d'enfer Manger la cervelle d'un évêque Avec le foie d'un militaire Faire sauter à la dynamite La bourse avec le Panthéon Pour voir si ça tuera les mythes Qui nous dévorent tout du long Pauvre Boris
Tu vois rien n'a vraiment changé Depuis que tu nous a quitté
En Gång I Stockholm Composer(s): Bobbie Ericson - Beppe Wolgers
First performance by: Monica Zetterlund - 1963
Kom med mig, sa min vän Nu faller vinterns första tysta snö Och sommaren är slut Jag har en segelbåt i Klara sjö Kom min vän, min båt är vit som snö Ja, kom vi seglar ut Kom min vän, kom ombord Där ser du vit av snö vår Riddarfjärd Vår båt går ut i snö Ja, Stockholms vinter är en sällsam värld Mås och trut, i tyst och vacker snö Och skön är Stockholms ö Tyska kyrkans klang Ropar stumt 'ding dang' En sagolik strand Ett sagolikt land Som möter oss två i vår båt Håll min hand, håll min hand För dig och mig så är det sommar än Kom segla ut med mig Där du och jag är, där är sommaren Sommaren, och den tar aldrig slut För jag, jag älskar dig Håll min hand, håll min hand
Pauvre Baby Doll Composer(s): Claude Moine; Pierre Papadiamandis Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
Allongée sur son lit face au mur Où Brando jouait encore les beaux Elle se promet de ne plus jamais rêver Fin de l'adolescence elle est devenue grande Juste un peu mais assez Pour faire une valise Sa decision est prise Même si c'est bien loin l'Amérique Partir c'est l'approcher Il y a bien une Californie Quelque part où aller Et tant pis s'il n'y a pas d'Amérique Tout mais ne pas rester Mais elle est trop fière pour mentir Même à elle, à elle seule Oui, elle est trop jeune pour partir Pauvre Baby doll. Elle profite d'une pub qui passe à la télé Pour débarrasser les couverts, Le dessert qu'ils n'ont pas touché Ses parents n'sont plus rien que deux étrangers Ils ont oublié Qu'ils se sont tant aimés La vie les a doublés C'était pourtant pas loin l'Amérique Quand ils en ont parlé Elle n'est plus là la Californie Il ne faut pas rêver C'était pourtant pas loin l'Amérique Ils n'ont pas su trouver Elle, elle est trop fière pour mentir Même à elle, à elle seule Oui, elle est trop jeune pour partir Pauvre Baby doll Même si c'est bien loin l'Amérique Partir c'est l'approcher Elle n'est pas là la Californie Il ne faut pas rêver Et tant pis s'il n'y a pas d'Amérique Tout mais ne pas rester Il y a bien une Californie Quelque part où aller
Simple Song Of Freedom ((Danish Version: En Enkel Sang Om Frihed (Eddie Skoller) - 1970))
Composer(s): Bobby Darin
First release by: Tim Hardin - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists
Come and sing a Simple Song Of Freedom Sing it like you've never sung before Let it fill the air Tell the people everywhere We, the people here, don't want a war
Hey there, Mister Black Man can you hear me? I don't want your diamonds or your game I just want to be someone known to you as me And I will bet my life you want the same
Come and sing a Simple Song Of Freedom Sing it like you've never sung before Let it fill the air Tell the people everywhere We, the people here, don't want a war
Seven hundred million are you listening? Most of what you read is made of lies But speaking one to one, ain't it everybody's sun To wake to in the morning when we rise?
Come and sing a Simple Song Of Freedom Sing it like you've never sung before Let it fill the air Tell the people everywhere We, the people here, don't want a war
Brother Solzhenitsyn, are you busy? If not, won't you drop this friend a line? And tell me if the man, who is plowing up your land Has got the war machine upon his mind?
Come and sing a Simple Song Of Freedom Sing it like you've never sung before Let it fill the air Tell the people everywhere We, the people here, don't want a war
No doubt some folks enjoy doing battle Like presidents, Prime ministers and kings So let's all build them shelves where they can fight among themselves And leave the people be who love to sing
Come and sing a Simple Song Of Freedom Sing it like you've never sung before Let it fill the air Tell the people everywhere We, the people here, don't want a war
Let it fill the air, tell the people everywhere We, the people, here don't want a war...
Paulette La Reine Des Paupiettes Composer(s): Serge Renaldi; Rego Performer(s): Les Charlots
On a parlé d'amour et de violettes Mais jamais d'amour et de paupiettes Pourtant je connais à Barcelone Un hidalgo qui chante à sa bonne Tous les soirs à l'heure du dîner Ce chant d'amour bien gratiné
{Refrain:} Paulette, Paulette Tu es la reine des paupiettes Notre amour ne serait pas si beau Si je n'aimais pas les paupiettes Les paupiettes de veau Paulette, Paulette Tu es la reine des paupiettes
On a chanté les midinettes On n'a pas chanté les paupiettes Pourtant je connais place Wagram "me" Un hidalgo qui chante à sa femme Le soir en rentrant de l'usine Ce chant d'amour dans sa cuisine
En Enkel Sang Om Frihed ((Adapted from: Simple Song Of Freedom (Tim Hardin) - 1969))
Composer(s): Bobby Darin - Eddie Skoller
Performer(s): Eddie Skoller - 1970
Kom og syng en enkel sang om frihed Syng den højt så alle kan forstå Folk hvorend I bor, syng nu med i kor Vi må ha fred hvis verden skal bestå
Alle I som slås i fjerne lande Ved I egntlig hvad det er der sker? I gør hvad der blir sagt, marcherer frem i takt og dræber uden nytte fler og fler
Kom og syng en enkel sang om frihed Syng den højt så alle kan forstå Folk hvorend I bor, syng nu med i kor Vi må ha fred hvis verden skal bestå
Hvorfor har man valgt at lave grænser og adskilt bror og søster med en mur? Hvem kan være tolk, for alle verdens folk så de høje statsmænd ser det ikke dur
Kom og syng en enkel sang om frihed Ja, syng den højt så alle kan forstå Folk hvorend I bor, syng nu med i kor Vi må ha fred hvis verden skal bestå
Hør nu alle mennsker her på jorden man mader jer med løgne dag for dag Verden den er hård, men jeg håber I forstår at vi alle kæmper for den samme sag
Kom og syng en enkel sang om frihed Syng den højt så alle kan forstå Folk hvorend I bor, syng nu med i kor Vi må ha fred hvis verden skal bestå
Så kom og syng en enkel sang om frihed Ja, syng den højt så alle kan forstå Folk hvorend I bor, syng nu med i kor Vi må ha fred hvis verden skal bestå
Folk hvorend I bor, syng nu med i kor For vi må ha fred hvis verden skal bestå
Paul Cow-Boy Composer(s): Pierre Rapsat; E. Anaïs Performer(s): Pierre Rapsat
Tu marches sur l'pavé en y roulant la petite vie Avec tes humeurs emblousonnées Tu joues les cowboys Années 80 Le cur dans le cuir Le col en zippé pour coincer tes peurs! Tu te planques derrière une cigarette, Paul Tu te planques derrière une cigarette!
Si une fille te sourit, tu sens le trottoir tanguer Ton air de John Wayne, désarçonné! Si ses yeux s'accrochent Tes allures de dur Ont l'éperon brisé Tu plonges dans ta poche jusqu'à ton paquet! Tu te planques derrière une cigarette, Paul Tu te planques derrière une cigarette!
Tu prends des attitudes à la Bogart démodé Geste dégagé derrière la fumée pour oser Mots ennicotinés ...! Tu crois comme à dix ans qu'ça fait viril, que ça fait grand! Tu te planques derrière une cigarette, Paul Tu te planques derrière une cigarette!
Quand sous les projecteurs, je prends le trac Quand la musique craque et que les applaudis claquent Je cherche la cigarette! Je prends du courage sur Papier roulé "9" centimètres!
Alors pour ce soir, dégaine et passe-moi ton paquet Que j'me planque derrière une cigarette, Paul! Que j'me planque derrière une cigarette... Que j'me planque derrière une cigarette...
Algo Prodigioso Composer(s): F. García Morcillo; C. Murillo First performance by: José Guardiola - 1963
Alguien vela por el niño cuando se quedo dormido Alguien que un millón de estrellas puso sobre el infinto Alguien que a las golondrinas a lejanas tierras siempre guiará Alguien que al desesperado un camino indica que le salvará
Ese algo prodigioso que a mi vida iluminó Con un sol maravilloso: la ternura de tu amor Tú, sólo tú, que en mi vida eres rayo de luz Tú, manantial de alegría, de calma y de paz
Ese algo prodigioso que a mi vida iluminó Con un sol maravilloso: la ternura de tu amor Tú, sólo tú, que en mi vida eres rayo de luz Tú, manantial de alegría, de calma y de paz
Alguien vela por el niño cuando se quedo dormido Alguien que un millón de estrellas puso sobre el infinto
Patricia The Stripper Composer(s): Chris De Burgh Performer(s): Chris De Burgh
Dennis is a menace With his "Anyone for tennis?" And he'd beseech me to come keep the score And Maude says, "Oh Lord, I'm so terribly bored" I really can't stand it anymore...
I'm going...out to dinner With a gorgeous singer To a little place I know Down by the key
Her name is Patricia She calls herself Delicia And the reason isn't Very hard to see
She says, God made her a sinner Just to keep fat men thinner As they tumble down in heaps Before her feet
They hang around in groups Like battle weary troops One can often see the Queue right down the street
You see, Patricia Or Delicia Not only is a singer She also removes all her clothing
For Patricia Is the best stripper in town...
And with a swing of her hips She started to strip To tremendous applause She took of her drawers
And with a lick of her lips She undid all her clips Threw it all in the air And everyone stared
And as the last piece of clothing Fell to the floor The police were banging on the door On a Saturday night In 1924
Take it away boys...
But, Patricia was arrested And everyone detested The manner in which she was exposed
Later on in court where everyone thought A summer's run in jail would be proposed..
But the judge said, "Patricia Or may I say Delicia The facts of this case lie before me (knock, knock, knock) Case dismissed... This gal was in her working clothes...
And with a swing of her hips She started to strip To tremendous applause She took off her drawers
And with a lick of her lips She undid all her clips Threw it all in the air And everyone stared
And as the last piece of clothing Fell to the floor The police were yelling out for more (more) On a Saturday night In 1924
Patricia Composer(s): Pérez Prado Performer(s): Pérez Prado; and various other artists
Kiss her and your lips will always want Patricia Stroll her, see Patricia move with all her charms Mambo, Cha-cha, or Meringue it's Patricia Heaven, that's where you'll be when she's in you're arms
??? in Japan they brag about the Geisha Who cares, long Uncle Sam has got Patricia Eyes that have a starry sort of gleam for you She is like a million dollar dream come true Everybody wishes they'd could steal her heart away, I guess There's so many trying but she never, never will say yes Eyes that have a starry sort of gleam for you She is like a million dollar dream come true
Kiss her and your lips will always want Patricia Stroll her, see Patricia move with all her charms ??? in Japan they brag about the Geisha Who cares, long Uncle Sam has got Patricia
Lewis And Clark Composer(s): Bill Fries; Chip Davis Performer(s): C.W. McCall
Now Arnie Jones and Marybeth Jensen's in a 'vette down by the depot Had John Denver on 8-track, gettin' high Marybeth's wig was on the floor and Arnold's feet was out the door When we shined our flashlight in Arnold's startled eyes I says, "What you doin' boy? Don't you know that's against the law? We just gonna have to get this situation under control Now my name's Fairweather Lewis and this here's Willard Clark And we the Pottawattamie County love patrol"
Then two hippies in their Chevy's, puffin' grass and sippin' wine 'Bout fourteen miles south-east of Council Bluffs They was passin' round the peacepipe when we caught 'em with our flashlight And Willard's hairy hands applied the cuffs And I says, "Boys, you got some trouble, you commitin' herbicide We just gonna have to get this situation under control 'Cause I'm Fairweather Lewis and this here's Willard Clark And we the Pottawattamie County weed patrol"
Then we spied ol' Marvin Kline a-headin' south on twenty-nine Like a midnight auto accessory store on wheels His trunk was full of hub caps and his back seat full of tires When we picked him up and made him spread his heels I says, "Hands upon the wall, boy, you allowed to make one call We just gonna have to get this situation under control 'Cause see I'm Fairweather Lewis and this here's Willard Clark And we the Pottawattamie County rip-off patrol"
Then Orville Hinkle left the Go-Go Club on his bran' new motorcycle Runnin' stoplights, raisin' hell and causin' accidents His brain was doin' wheelies and his blood was three-two beer When we nailed him in his driveway at his residence I says, "Orville you're in trouble, boy, but if you'll blow this here baloon up We're gonna get your situation under control Now I'm Captain Fairweather Lewis and this here's Willard Clark And we the Pottawattamie County juice patrol"
Then we's passin' by the Dewdrop Inn when we heard this woman scream So we pulled on in and parked and got the guns out Well we bashed on through the lobby into unit seventeen There's twenty-eight folks in there near about no clothes on An'I says, "Ev'rybody up against the wall, show us your identification We just gonna definitely get this situation under control 'Cause my name's Fairweather Lewis and this here's Willard Clark And we the Pottawattamie County sin patrol"
"C'mon Willard let's go sneakin' round in the dark some more Never know what you're gonna find"
Se disfraza de eufemismos se distrae con cualquier cosa se emborracha cuando gana y amanece un forastero en su cama sueña con todo lo que le han quitado para volverlo a tener...
Juega al poker con extraños que la embaucan, le hacen daño y deja puercas leyendas en los baños indignada por su ingenuidad...
y hace gala de una historia que esta siempre por empezar sabe que si uno no llega a ser uno mismo no le sirve a los demás...
Patria, ya no duermas Patria, ya no duermas...
con tus hijos venideros se escaparon las cigüeñas y te buscan, te reclaman para que los vuelvas a tener...
se hace caca en el río y su sueño dura un siglo ella sabe que en los sueños no hay culpables, ni perdones y sube uno a uno los escalones de aquí a la eternidad...
y nos hiere con su beso que nos llena de tristeza pero elimina la torpeza en el arte de amar...
Patria, ya no duermas Patria, ya no duermas...
que tus hijos venideros se han abiertos las venas y están listas transfusiones para que los vuelvas a tener...
y te buscan, te reclaman para que nos vuelvas a tener Patria, ya no duermas...
Sean eternos los laureles que supimos conseguir que supimos conseguir coronados de gloria vivamos o juremos con gloria morir o juremos con gloria morir
Cool an' Green an' Shady Composer(s): John Denver Performer(s): John Denver
Saturdays, holidays, easy afternoons Lazy days, summer days, nothin' much to do Rainy days are better days for hangin' out inside Grainy days and city ways make me wanna hide Some place cool and green and shady
Find yourself a piece of grassy ground Lay down, close your eyes Find yourself and maybe lose yourself While your free spirit flies
Find yourself a piece of grassy ground Lay down, close your eyes Find yourself and maybe lose yourself While your free spirit flies
August skies, lullabies, promises to keep Dandelions and twisting vines, clover at your feet Memories of Aspen leaves trembling on the wind Honeybees and fantasies, where to start again
Some place cool and green and shady Cool and green and shady Cool and green and shady Cool and green and shady Cool and green and shady Cool and green and shady Cool and green and shady ...
Si aún puedo soñar quiero soñar en ti si aún puedo cantar quiero cantar aquí si es tiempo de empezar para poder seguir te doy mi corazón todo lo que hay en mi toda mi vida
Patria Querida querida Patria te doy mi vida te doy mis ansias
Si aún puedo creer quiero creer en ti si aún puedo luchar yo lucharé por ti si aún puedo sentir te ofrezco el corazón el más profundo amor para sanar así nuestras heridas.
Patria Querida querida Patria te doy mi vida te doy mis ansias
Si tengo que amar quiero amar aquí mis sueños, mi mujer los hijos que te di si tengo que llorar si puedo ser feliz quiero que sea en ti así hasta morir toda mi vida
Patria querida querida patria te doy mi vida te doy mis ansias
A man went to his boss one day Said, "I apologize For bothering you like this, sir And perhaps it isn't wise But the wife is always on at me to ask for To ask for a rise"
The boss said "That's no problem son, come in and take a pew And we'll figure it out together Just exactly what you do And in accordance to the work you do for us, lad You'll get what is due"
"Now, there's three hundred and sixty-five days in the year I'll write that at the top," he said "Oh, this year's a leap year, I almost forgot That's three hundred and sixty-six instead"
"You work eight hours a day for us That's eight out of twenty-four, that's one-third of a day you do And a third of three hundred and sixty-six Is one hundred and twenty-two"
"Now you don't work Sundays, and there's fifty-two in a year" Hmmmmmm, "I take that away from this number we've got From that one hundred and twenty-two days That leaves seventy days, is that clear?"
"And you don't work Saturdays, and there's fifty-two of them That leaves eighteen days overall You take away four bank holidays . . . And two weeks annual leave . . . . You Don't Work For Us At All!"
Pathetic Way Of Getting Over Me Composer(s): Shel Silverstein Performer(s): Shel Silverstein
Oh, if you read in the papers that she's been seen A-gettin' in an' out
of some millionaire's long custom-made limousine She may fool you with her smiles, but I can see That's just her poor, hopeless, hapless, helpless Pathetic way of gettin' over me
So, you were down at Joe's on the night she broke her zipper And some lamebrain drunk champagne out o' her slipper And she danced on the piano, and she screamed, "Hooray, I'm free" That's just her poor, hopeless, hapless, helpless Pathetic way of gettin' over me
Oh, she'll do anything she can just to make me jealous Of course, forgettin' me is gonna take her lots o' years So I call her now and then just out of pity When she laughs at me That's just her way of bravely holding back her tears What's that you say? She got married? Oh, the poor little fool To some handsome movie star with a mansion and a swimming pool? And she's looking good? And she's got a kid, or two or three? That's just her poor, hopeless, hapless, helpless Pathetic way of gettin' over me
Pathetic way of tryin' to get over me But she ain't never gonna make it, honey I mean those guys... those guys you see her with now They're... they're the relatives... maybe business associates I mean... I know this woman And she's sittin' home bitin' her fingernails Let me tell you... she's just readin' magazines. She may look like she's enjoyin' herself That's the way she looks when she's really feelin' bad I know this woman
Simple Man Composer(s): Ronnie Van Zant; Gary Rossington First release by: Lynyrd Skynyrd - 1973 Covered by multiple other artists
Mama told me when I was young Come sit beside me, my only son And listen closely to what I say And if you do this It will help you some sunny day Take your time... Don't live too fast Troubles will come and they will pass Go find a woman and you'll find love And don't forget son There is someone up above
And be a simple kind of man Be something you love and understand Be a simple kind of man Won't you do this for me son If you can?
Forget your lust for the rich man's gold All that you need is in your soul And you can do this if you try All that I want for you my son Is to be satisfied
And be a simple kind of man Be something you love and understand Be a simple kind of man Won't you do this for me son If you can?
Boy, don't you worry... you'll find yourself Follow you heart and nothing else And you can do this if you try All I want for you my son Is to be satisfied
And be a simple kind of man Be something you love and understand Be a simple kind of man Won't you do this for me son If you can?
Patches Composer(s): Larry Kolber; Barry Mann Performer(s): Dickey Lee
Down by the river that flows by the coal yards Stand wooden houses with shutters torn down There lives a girl everybody calls Patches Patches my darling of Old Shanty town
We plan to marry when June brought the summer I couldn't wait to make Patches my bride Now I don't see how that ever can happen My folks say No, and my heart breaks inside
Patches oh what can I do I swear I'll always love you But a girl from that place would just bring me disgrace So my folks won't let me love you
Each night I cry as I think of that shanty And pretty Patches there watching the door She doesn't know that I can't come to see her Patches must think that I love her no more
I hear a neighbour telling my father He said a girl name of Patches was found Floating face down in that dirty old river That flows by the coal yards in Old Shanty Town
Patches oh what can I do I swear I'll always love you It may not be right But I'll join you tonight Patches I'm coming to you
