Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Sing A Simple Song Composer(s): Sylvester Stewart First release by: Sly & The Family Stone - 1969 Covered by multiple other artists
Sing a simple song Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' in my sleep I'm walkin' walkin' walkin' walkin' walkin' in the street Time is passin' I grow older things are happening fast All I have to hold onto is a simple song at last Let me hear you say Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sing a simple song Try a little do re me fa so la ti do
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm livin' livin' livin' life with all its ups and downs I'm givin' givin' givin' love and smilin' at the frowns
You're in trouble when you find it's hard for you to smile A simple song might make it better for a little while Let me hear you say Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
People Composer(s): Adrian Belew; Bill Bruford; Robert Fripp; Trey Gunn; Tony Levin; Pat Mastelotto Performer(s): King Crimson
People fly People flee People clam and say "it wasn't me" People fish People beef People arm to teeth Yes, you've got people on the tube Walking on the moon People at the bottom of the sea People in tombs People in igloos Even a tribe of pygmies
People are the main spring Turning the world around People, they're the main spring Spinning this world upside down
People sun People toast People tire Chile Other people smoke People bowl People rock people pay to see two people box
Watch me Face me Dress me Baby me Phone me Wire me House me Bug me Fire me
People are the main spring Spinning the world around People, they're the main spring Turning this world inside out
People Composer(s): Bob Merrill; Jule Styne Performer(s): Barbra Streisand
People People who need people Are the luckiest people in the world We're children, needing other children And yet letting a grown-up pride Hide all the need inside Acting more like children than children Lovers are very special people They're the luckiest people in the world With one person one very special person A feeling deep in your soul Says you were half now you're whole No more hunger and thirst But first be a person who needs people People who need people Are the luckiest people in the world With one person one very special person No more hunger and thirst But first be a person who needs people People who need people Are the luckiest people in the world
Sing A Sad Song Composer(s): Wynn Stewart First release by: Merle Haggard - 1963 Covered by multiple other artists
Sing me a song of sadness And sing it as blue as I feel If a tear should appear it's because she's not here Sing a sad song and sing it for me
She's unhappy with me she told me so I'm unhappy without her And I still love her so Oh sing me a song of sadness Pretend it's the end of the world Sing it sweet and sing it low And then I'll have to go sing a sad song And sing it for me
Sing it sweet and sing it low And then I'll have to go sing a sad song And sing it for me
Now, if I was a bricklayer I wouldn't build just anything And if I was a ball player I wouldn't play no second string And if I were some jew'lry, baby Lord, I'd have to be a diamond ring
If I were a secret, Lord, I never would be told If I were a jug of wine, Lord, my flavor would be old I could be most anything But it got to be twenty-four karat solid gold, oh
If I were a gambler You know I'd never lose And if I were a guitar player Lord, I'd have to play the blues
If I was a hacksaw My blade would be razor sharp If I were a politician, I could prove that monkeys talk You can find the tallest building Lord, I'd have me the house on top
Oh, let's go! All right, keep goin'!
I'm the Penthouse Pauper I got nothin' to my name I'm the Penthouse Pauper; baby I got nothing to my name I can be most anything 'Cause when you got nothin' it's all the same
Oh, let's move to this song! Lord, look at my penthouse
Sing A New Song Composer(s): Milton Ager; Ned Wever Performer(s): Billy Cotton and multiple other artists
Sing a new song, sing a new song Sing of blue skies, not of grey Change your tune now, pretty soon now That new song will come to stay Put a smile on, keep that smile on Meet the rainbow halfway With a new song, sing a new song And make this old world new today
Pensieri E Parole Composer(s): Lucio Battisti; Mogol Performer(s): Lucio Battisti; and various other artists
Che ne sai di un bambino che rubava e soltanto nel buio giocava e del sole che trafigge i solai, che ne sai e di un mondo tutto chiuso in una via e di un cinema di periferia che ne sai della nostra ferrovia, che ne sai Conosci me la mia lealtà tu sai che oggi morirei per onestà Conosci me il nome mio tu sola sai se è vero o no che credo in Dio
Che ne sai tu di un campo di grano poesia di un amore profano la paura d'esser preso per mano, che ne sai (l'amore mio) che ne sai di un ragazzo perbene (è roccia ormai) che mostrava tutte quante le sue pene (e sfida il tempo e sfida il vento e tu lo sai) la mia sincerità per rubare la sua verginità (sì tu lo sai) che ne sai
Davanti a me c'è un'altra vita la nostra è già finita e nuove notti e nuovi giorni cara vai o torni con me Davanti a te ci sono io (dammi forza mio Dio) o un altro uomo (chiedo adesso perdono) e nuove notti e nuovi giorni cara non odiarmi se puoi
(Conosci me) che ne sai di un viaggio in Inghilterra (quel che darei) che ne sai di un amore israelita (perché negli altri ritrovassi gli occhi miei) di due occhi sbarrati che mi han detto bugiardo è finita Che ne sai di un ragazzo che ti amava che parlava e niente sapeva eppur quel che diceva chissà perché chissà adesso è verità
For Din Skyld Composer(s): Jørgen Jersild; Poul Henningsen First performance by: Birgit Brüel - 1965
For din skyld bru'r jeg brusende skørter For din skyld er jeg pigelig, sart og koket For din skyld skal jeg hver gang erobres For din drøm er at tæmme mig, svage og bly Mens jeg tappert gør modstand
Hver gang skal det være som dengang Hver gang jeg vil gi', vil du hellere ta' Men min drøm er at elske i venskab Jeg er træt af min kvindelighed For den bli'r du så bredskuldret af Jeg syn's ikke om mænd, der er mænd Men om mænd, der er menn'sker
For din skyld er det slut med komedien For din skyld er det tid at ta' maskerne af For din skyld gør din elskede oprør Jeg er ikke dit bytte, men ligemand Menn'ske, jeg si'r det for din skyld
Pensiamoci Ogni Sera French Title: Rendez-Vous Chaque Soir Composer(s): G. Boncompagni; Jimmy Fontana; C. Pes; I. Greco Performer(s): Dalida
Pensiamoci ogni sera al tramontar del sole Sarà l'appuntamento che uniti ci terrà Tu sei, partito e di te Mi è rimasta una sola promessa Pensiamoci ogni sera al tramontar del sole
Mi manca la tua voce mi mancano i tuoi baci Piccole e grandi cose che mi han legato a te Ma è bello sapere che noi C'incontriamo nel cielo ogni sera Vicino all'orizzonte dove tramonta il sole Chissà, quando tu tornerai E chissà, se mi ritroverai So soltanto che ora io, io, io conto i giorni Fino a che Tu sarai qui con me, oh qui con me
Chissà, quando tu tornerai E chissà, se mi ritroverai So soltanto che ora io, io, io conto i giorni Fino a che Tu sarai qui con me, oh qui con me
Pensiamoci ogni sera al tramontar del sole Sarà l'appuntamento che uniti ci terrà ...
Sing A Little Song About Anything Composer(s): Smiley Burnette Performer(s): Roy Rogers
Just sing a little song about anything I wonder why I feel so happy Words should rhyme but whos got time Just sing a little song about anything I wonder why I feel so happy
I know lots of things worth knowing But you wont have a need of an education where youre going I am haunted You mean wanted Sing a little song about anything I wonder why I feel so happy
What do you think of a crazy geek who feels so cheerful And he a guy whos never cried Oh how fearful! Sing a little song about anything I wonder why I feel so happy
Would you ever think the fellow knows the meaning of worry One of you whos never blue or in a hurry Sing a little song about anything I wonder why I feel so happy
Ill be singing You mean swinging Sing a little song about anything I wonder why I feel so happy
Pensée Des Morts Composer(s): Alphonse De Lamartine; Georges Brassens Performer(s): Georges Brassens
Voilà les feuilles sans sève qui tombent sur le gazon voilà le vent qui s'élève et gémit dans le vallon voilà l'errante hirondelle qui rase du bout de l'aile l'eau dormante des marais voilà l'enfant des chaumières qui glane sur les bruyères le bois tombé des forêts
C'est la saison où tout tombe aux coups redoublés des vents un vent qui vient de la tombe moissonne aussi les vivants ils tombent alors par mille comme la plume inutile que l'aigle abandonne aux airs lorsque des plumes nouvelles viennent réchauffer ses ailes à l'approche des hivers
C'est alors que ma paupière vous vit palir et mourir tendres fruits qu'à la lumière dieu n'a pas laissé murir quoique jeune sur la terre je suis dejà solitaire parmi ceux de ma saison et quand je dis en moi-même "où sont ceux que ton cur aime?" je regarde le gazon
C'est un ami de l'enfance qu'aux jours sombres du malheur nous preta la providence pour appuyer notre cur il n'est plus: notre âme est veuve il nous suit dans notre épreuve et nous dit avec pitié "Ami si ton âme est pleine de ta joie ou de ta peine qui portera la moitié?"
C'est une jeune fiancée qui, le front ceint du bandeau n'emporta qu'une pensée de sa jeunesse au tombeau Triste, hélas! dans le ciel même pour revoir celui qu'elle aime elle revient sur ses pas et lui dit: "ma tombe est verte! sur cette terre déserte qu'attends-tu? je n'y suis pas!"
C'est l'ombre pâle d'un père qui mourut en nous nommant c'est une sur, c'est un frère qui nous devance un moment tous ceux enfin dont la vie un jour ou l'autre ravie enporte une part de nous murmurent sous la pierre "vous qui voyez la lumière de nous vous souvenez vous?"
Voilà les feuilles sans sève qui tombent sur le gazon voilà le vent qui s'élève et gémit dans le vallon voilà l'errante hirondelle qui rase du bout de l'aile l'eau dormante des marais voilà l'enfant des chaumières qui glane sur les bruyères le bois tombé des forêts
Home Composer(s): Roger Miller Performer(s): Jim Reeves
Well, I've been a traveler most of my life Never took a home, never took a wife Ran away young and decided to roam Wanna see my mama and my daddy back home
Home, where the river runs cold The water tastes good, the winters ain't cold Home, where the trees grow tall The home fires burn, the whippoorwills call
I remember stories that my daddy used to tell My eyes would get big, and his chest would swell I could sit for hours and listen with glee As he'd tell of how he lived when he's a boy like me
Home, where the river runs cold The water tastes good, the winters ain't cold Home, where the trees grow tall The home fires burn, the whippoorwills call
Well, mama dear, mama do you still love your boy After all my roamin' can I still bring you joy Mom sent a letter, got it not long ago She said "come home, I'm missin' you so
Pense À Moi Composer(s): Jacques Datin; Robert Gall Performer(s): France Gall
{Refrain:} Ne prends pas cet air là Quand tu n'es pas avec moi Et si tu t'ennuies pense à moi Ton chagrin s'en ira Quand je serai dans tes bras Mais en attendant Pense à moi
Pense à nos vacances Au ciel bleu Pense à notre plage À nous deux A ce grand soleil Sur toi et moi Et pense à la neige A l'hiver Au chalet Sous le sapin vert À nos soirées Près du feu de bois {au Refrain}
Pense à tous les mots Que l'on dit Quand tous les amis Sont partis Qu'il ne reste au monde Que toi et moi Alors on devient Silencieux Tu me caresses Avec les yeux En disant tout bas "Je t'aime toi"
Je l'entend déjà Au matin Le train qui partira Demain Et qui te ramène enfin Vers moi Tu sais bien Que je serai là Avec tant d'amour Dans la voix Ne pense pense pense Qu'à ça {au Refrain}
Pensar En Nada Composer(s): León Gieco Performer(s): León Gieco; Los Piojos
Justo ayer me di cuenta que solo es cuestión de plata mientras diez ventanillas cobran una sola es la que paga
De como piensa la gente a veces la diferencia es tan grande que parecen seres de alguna otra tierra
Y que me dicen de esa casa sola que se ve desde un avión quizá en la soledad no haya dolor de pensar, oh dolor de pensar de pensar en nada, oh en nada, en nada oh en nada
En la oficina del trabajo llegando el año nuevo todos se pelean por ese maldito ascenso
Con la cuota de frustración algunos la viven de rosa la ciudad se pone grande y cada vez mas peligrosa
