Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Tu Te Reconnaîtras (Dutch Version: Vuur En Vlam - 1995) Composer(s): Claude Morgan; Vline Buggy First performance by: Anne-Marie David - 1973
Dans les rêves De l'enfance Dans l'élève Que le maître a puni Dans la gare ou commence La première aventure de la vie Dans celui qui doute Dans celui qui croit
Tu verras tu te reconnaîtras à chaque instant Dans chaque joie Dans chaque larme
Tu verras tu te reconnaîtras Dans cet enfant parmi ces gens Tout comme toi
Dans les rêves De l'artiste Que la gloire n'a jamais couronné Dans le monde Egoiste Qui renie ce qu'il a adoré Dans ceux qui ont peur Dans ceux qui ont froid
Tu verras tu te reconnaîtras Dans cet amour Que j'ai pour toi Oui tu verras Tu te reconnaîtras
El infierno esta vacío yo lo sé, yo estuve allí los demonios andan sueltos por aquí Vamos todos contra todos como en peregrinación al Dios dinero cantando esta canción
Plata o mierda, dice el cura plata o mierda, dice el juez plata o mierda, el policía la única opción es hoy tener plata o mierda no hay otra es ganar o perder porque tener es más que ser
Hoy la vida ya no tiene más sentido ni valor nos inyectan solo dudas y temor Hitler vive Elvis vive y el suicida no murió todos ríen y cantan a viva voz
Plata o mierda, el senador plata o mierda, el dictador esta historia la conozco y está cada vez peor plata o mierda no hay chance es ganar o perder porque tener es más que ser
Puede ser Krishnamurti Puede ser William Blake algo de sufi, algo de Zen hay tanto que hacer San Agustín de día de noche Proust o Nietzche pobre alma mía sola y vacía y tanto que hacer...
Yo sé que hay algo más Dios dinero, deja ya de gobernar... basta ya... Plata o mierda, en la prisión y en la zona de exclusión plata o mierda en todas partes en el fútbol y en el rock plata o mierda no hay otra es ganar o perder porque tener es más que ser porque tener es más que ser y no puede ser yo solo quiero ser oh, nena quiero ser yo solo quiero ser...
Vuur En Vlam (Adapted from: Tu Te Reconnaîtras - 1973) Composer(s): Claude Morgan; Vline Buggy; Jo De Clercq Wendy Van Wanten - 1995
In de droom van elk meisje Komt een prins en die neemt haar dan mee Op z'n paard en dan reis je Naar zijn land in de zon aan de zee Maar soms worden dromen Toch werkelijk waar
Vuur en vlam Toen ik je tegenkwam Van kop tot teen Dwars door me heen Toen jij verscheen
Vuur en vlam Toen ik jou tegenkwam Als een orkaan Niet te weerstaan Kwam jij er aan
Wat ik zie in jou ogen Wat ik hoor in de klant van je stem Is een gift van de goden Als een prins die voor mij is bestemd Zo worden mijn dromen Toch eindelijk waar
Vuur en vlam Toen ik je tegenkwam Van kop tot teen Dwars door me heen Toen jij verscheen
Vuur en vlam Toen ik jou tegenkwam Als een orkaan Niet te weerstaan Kwam jij er aan
Plastic People Composer(s): Richard Berry; Frank Zappa Performer(s): Frank Zappa; Alternative TV; The Mothers of Invention
Ladies and Gentlemen... The President of the United States! "Fella Americans...Doot, Doot, Doot..." He's been sick!--Doot! Doot! And I think his wife is gonna bring him Some chicken soap Plastic people! Oh, baby, now you're such a drag
I know it's hard to defend an unpopular policy Every once in a while
Plastic people! Oh, baby, now you're such a drag
And there's this guy from the CIA he's creepin' Around Laurel Canyon A fine little girl She waits for me She's as plastic as she can be She paints her face With plastic goo And wrecks her hair With some shampoo
Plastic people Oh, baby, now you're such a drag
"I dunno...sometimes I just get tired Of ya honey--it's...ah..your Hair spray...or something..."
Plastic people Oh, baby, now you're such a drag
"I hear the sound of marching feet... down Sunset Boulevard to Crescent Heights ...and there...at Pandora's box... We are confronted with...a vast Quantity of...Plastic people..." Take a day and walk around Watch the Nazi's Run your town Then go home and check yourself You think we're singing 'Bout someone else
But you're Plastic people Oh, Baby, now You're such a drag
Me see a neon Moon above I searched for years I found no love I'm sure that love Will never be A product of Plasticity A product of Plasticity Plastic, plastic people--Pla-ha-ha-ha-ha-plastic You are--your foot--your hair--your nose--your arms you suck--you love--you are your being is--you're plastic blah--blah--blah--blah plastic Peoples A prune is not a vegetable cabbage is a vegetable; makes it O.K. plastic people--plastic People you dream about...you think about...you eat you are...Ooo-Hoo-Hoo... purple prancing--plastic People Pee-Pee-Pee-Pee-Pee-Peep!
Sleepy Eyed John Composer(s): Tex Atchinson Performer(s): Johnny Horton and multiple other artists
Well away down yonder on the Candy Creek I wait a lot of fiddles on my wagon seat I tune up the fiddle and I rosin' that bow and I play a little tune wherever I go Sleepy eyed John better get your britches on sleepy eyed John better tie your shoe Sleepy eyed John you better get your bitches on Try to get to heaven fore the devil gets to you
Well sleepy eyed John he stalked a goose that goose it flapped but couldn't get loose Said John to the goose well you better be still I'm gonna miss my supper and tea if you will Sleepy eyed John...
Well sleepy eyed John he had one wooden leg wadn't nothin' but a little wooden peg With one shoe off and one shoe on He'd do the double shuffle till the cows come home Sleepy eyed John...
Well over in the hickory and down in the pine The racoon laughs and the hound dog whines And the hound dog whines and the racoon laughs And they cross that river in a minute and a half Sleepy eyed John...
Plastic Man Composer(s): Ray Davies Performer(s): The Kinks
A man lives at the corner of the street And his neighbors think he's helpful and he's sweet 'Cause he never swears and he always shakes you by the hand But no one knows he really is a plastic man
He's got a plastic heart, plastic teeth and toes (Yeah, he's plastic man) He's got plastic knees and a perfect plastic nose (Yeah, he's plastic man) He's got plastic lips that hide his plastic teeth and gums And plastic legs that reach up to his plastic bum (Plastic bum)
Plastic man got no brain Plastic man don't feel no pain Plastic people look the same Yeah, yeah, yeah
Kick his shin or tread on his face Pull his nose all over the place You can't disfigure or disgrace Plastic man (Plastic man)
He's got plastic flowers growing up the wall He eats plastic food with a plastic knife and fork He likes plastic cups and saucers 'cause they never break And he likes to lick his gravy off a plastic plate
Plastic man got no brain Plastic man don't feel no pain Plastic people look the same Yeah, yeah, yeah
Kick his shin or tread on his face Pull his nose all over the place You can't disfigure or disgrace Plastic man (Plastic man)
He's got a plastic wife who wears a plastic mac (Yeah, he's plastic man) And his children wanna be plastic like their Dad (Yeah, he's plastic man) He's got a phony smile that makes you think he understands But no one ever gets the truth from plastic man (Plastic man)
Chi Sarà Con Te
Composer(s): Enrico Polito - Giancarlo Bigazzi - T. Savio
First performance by: Massimo Ranieri - 1973
Come al nostro primo appuntamento un anno fa Oggi aspetto un'altra e tutto si ripeterà Camminiamo un poco e mentre prendo la sua mano Il cuore mi domanda piano
Chi sarà con te, forse la sua mano, stringerà la tua Chi sarà, sarà, magari è emozionato come io con lei Non parliamo più, io m'avvicino e sfioro le sue labbra ma Penso a chi sarà con te
Lucide vetrine, specchi per gli innamorati Cinema da pochi soldi, strade sconosciute Lei che ti assomiglia un poco e il fuoco si riaccende Ma un po' di nostalgia mi prende
Chi sarà con te, chi ti stringerà forte come me
Chi sarà, sarà, cosa importa ormai, se l'ho voluto io Caro amore mio, mentre io ti penso, chi sarà con te
Sleepwalk Composer(s): Santo Farina; Johnny Farina; Ann Farina First release by: Santo & Johnny - 1959 Covered by multiple other artists
Sleep walk Instead of dreaming I sleep walk 'Cause I lost you And now what am I to do What to do Can't believe that we're through I don't care how much you tell me
Sleep talk 'Cause I miss you I sleep talk While the memory of you Lingers like a song Darling, I was so wrong But I'll be right someday
The night Fills my lonely place I see your face Spinning through my brain I know I miss you so I still love you And it drives me insane
Sleep walk Every night I just sleep walk And when you Walk inside the door I will sleep walk no more
Sleep walk Every night I just sleep walk And when you Walk inside the door I will sleep walk no more
I will sleep walk no more I will sleep walk no more
Plantation Rock Composer(s): Bill Giant; Bernie Baum; Florence Kaye Performer(s): Elvis Presley
Now come along with me We'll do the plantation rock It's easy as can be You'll wanna dance round the clock
Well, it became a sensation Rockin' on the plantation Dancin' in the fields down to each dock They do the plantation rock
So come on, bend your knees, twist with ease Side to side like the swaying trees keep in rhythm Now have some pep, double step Shake right there like a rockin' chair and stay with 'em
Well now you're right at home Doin' the plantation rock Just do it as you were shown You'll wanna dance round the clock
Well just like on the plantation Folks all over the nation Started rockin' on each street and block They do the plantation rock They do the plantation rock They do the plantation rock They do the plantation rock
Je Vais Me Marier, Marie Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë; Patrick Juvet First performance by: Patrick Juvet - 1973
Mes amis, mes bons amis, je vous ai réunis Nous allons nous noyer dans le champagne et le whisky Allez youpi On va rire et chanter pendant toute la nuit Et puis demain matin je me rendrai à la mairie Allez youpi, allez youpi
Je vais me marier, Marie Et vous quitter Sophie, Marianne et Virginie Oh ne pleure pas, Marie Pas plus que toi, Véronica et Rebecca Je renonce à vos caresses, à votre amour, à ma douce vie
Je vais me marier, Roger Et vous quitter, toi Frédéric et toi Didier Ne te moque pas, Lucas Pas plus que toi, Napoléon, ni toi, Colas Je renonce à nos prouesses, à nos nuits de folie Et à notre jeunesse qui finit aujourd'hui Puisque je me marie
Demain il sera bien temps De penser à la vie, de faire des enfants, de placer mes économies Allez youpi Demain je serai bouclé Vous ne me verrez plus, buvons à ma santé et à la liberté perdue Vive la mariée, vive la mariée
Je vais me marier, Marie Et vous quitter Sophie, Marianne et Virginie Oh ne pleure pas, Marie Pas plus que toi, Véronica et Rébécca Je renonce à vos caresses, à votre amour, à ma douce vie
Je vais me marier, Roger Et vous quitter, toi Frédéric et toi Didier Ne te moque pas, Lucas Pas plus que toi, Napoléon, ni toi, Colas Il faut qu'on s'en souvienne jusqu'au bout de la vie Et que quoiqu'il advienne, nous restions des amis Même si je me marie
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na (ad lib)
Sleeping In The Ground Composer(s): Sam Myers First release by: Sam Myers & King Mose Royal Rockers - 1957 Covered by multiple other artists
I would rather see you sleeping in the ground I would rather see you sleeping in the ground Than to stay around here if you're gonna put me down
Well, I give you all my money, everything I own Well, I give you all my money, everything I own Well, some day I'm gonna get lucky, and down the road you know I'm goin'
Well, I would rather see you sleeping in the ground Well, I would rather see you sleeping in the ground Than to stay around here if you're gonna put me down
You know I give you all my money, yeah little girl, everything I own Well, I give you all my money, everything I own Well, today I'm gonna get lucky, and down the road you know I'm goin'
Dr. Frank-N-Furter: I'll tell you once, I won't tell you twice You'd better wise up, Janet Weiss Your apple pie don't taste too nice You'd better wise up, Janet Weiss
I've laid the seed, it should be all you need You're as sensual as a pencil Wound up like an 'E' or first string When we made it, did you hear a bell ring? You got a block, well take my advice You'd better wise up, Janet Weiss The Transducer will seduce ya
Janet: My feet! I can't move my feet! Dr. Von Scott: My wheels! My God, I can't move my wheels! Brad: It's as if we're glued to the spot! Dr. Frank-N-Furter: You are! So quake with fear, you tiny fools! Janet: Oh, we're trapped! Dr. Frank-N-Furter: It's something you'll get used to A mental mind-fuck can be nice Dr. Van Scott: You won't find Earth people quite the easy mark you imagine This sonic transducer - it is, I suppose, some kind of Audio-vibratory, physiomolecular transport device Brad: You mean... Dr. Van Scott: Yes, Brad It's something we ourselves have been working on for quite some time But it seems our friend here has found a means of perfecting it A device which is capable of breaking down solid matter and then Projecting it through space, and who knows, perhaps even time itself Janet: You mean, he's gonna send us to another planet?
Dr. Frank-N-Furter: Planet, schmanet, Janet! You'd better wise up, Janet Weiss You'd better wise up Build your thighs up You'd better wise up
Sleeping Bag Composer(s): Billy Gibbons; Dusty Hill; Frank Beard First release by: ZZ Top - 1985
When it's cold outside and you want to sleep in go for a pallet that's so nice and thin Zip it on around while it's on the ground spread it out and lay it on down Slip inside my sleeping bag slip inside my sleeping bag
You're afraid of the dark, baby, no need to be shy We'll talk about some lovin' while we look at the sky Don't be hesitating, it'll be alright we'll tuck it in until it's clean out of sight Slip inside my sleeping bag slip inside my sleeping bag
Let's go out to Egypt 'cause it's in the plan sleep beside the pharoahs in the shifting sand We'll look at some pyramids and check out some heads Oh, we'll whip out our mattress 'cause there ain't no beds Slip inside my sleeping bag slip inside my sleeping bag
