Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Soldier Boy Composer(s): Luther Dixon - Florence Greenberg First release by: The Shirelles - 1962
Soldier boy Oh, my little soldier boy I'll be true to you
You were my first love And you'll be my last love I will never make you blue I'll be true to you In the whole world You can love but one girl Let me be that one girl For I'll be true to you
Wherever you go My heart will follow I love you so I'll be true to you Take my love with you To any port or foreign shore Darling you must feel for sure I'll be true to you
Soldier boy Oh, my little soldier boy I'll be true to you
Prodigios Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
De pronto vi prodigios mareas de sombra y de luz subiendo por tu cuerpo en el centro de un contraluz... Oculto, a tus espaldas el sol levantaba un altar... La luna en tu pupila Era una perla flotando en el mar ... Y desperté del sueño o maravilla no lo sé... Y me volví dormías dulcemente junto a mí... "Despierta, amor..." te dije y todo ardía alrededor Volvieron los prodigios Pero ahora eran pura verdad... tu cuerpo era la tierra y yo, el centro de gravedad... El tiempo se detuvo creando un instante inmortal... Tu cuerpo era el principio y el mío, su punto final.. Y me dormí vencido por el sueño junto a ti... luego soñé soñé que despertaba y te busqué Te fuiste, amor... y sólo hubo ceniza alrededor Y ya no vi prodigios Ni luces, ni sombras, ni mar Tu cuerpo era un vacío y su centro, el frío polar... El sol de medianoche cayó en un eclipse total... La luna dibujaba una guadaña de juicio final.. Y desperté del sueño o pesadilla no lo sé... Te descubrí velando mis terrores junto a mí... Volviste, amor Y ardía el Universo alrededor...
Fantasiaa First performance by: Ami Aspelund - 1983
Kuka hän on, ja mitä kieltä mahtaa puhua hän? Kuka hän on? Mua hänen toivoisin niin lähestyvän Mikä hän on? Hän päiväkaudet koiraa kävelyttää Kuka hän on, ja minne hän häviää?
Tää onko fantasiaa, vai alku ihastuksen? Hän koiraa silittää ja minä katson kadehtien Puisto äänetön on, en ristinsielua nää Hän onko mulle pelkkää päiväunta, kuvitelmaa? Tää onko fantasiaa, vai juttu onneton vain? Hän mustaan autoon nousee, jälleen yksin jäädä mä sain Jarruvalot kun nään niin toivon taas hiljalleen Hän että huomannut ois vihdoin naisen rakastuneen
(Aika kulki kuivui posket) (Kaikki ruostuu, mihin kosket) (Huominen on kaiku eilisen)
Kuka hän on, ja mikä tähän puistoon hänet taas tuo? Mikä on syy, hän että lemmikilleen hellyyden suo? Kuka hän on? En sitä milloinkaan kai selville saa Mitä on tää? Tää onko vain unelmaa?
Tää onko fantasiaa, vai alku ihastuksen? Tää onko fantasiaa, vai alku ihastuksen? Hän koiraa silittää ja minä katson kadehtien Puisto äänetön on, en ristinsielua nää Hän onko mulle pelkkää päiväunta, kuvitelmaa? Tää onko fantasiaa, vai juttu onneton vain? Hän mustaan autoon nousee, jälleen yksin jäädä mä sain Jarruvalot kun nään niin toivon taas hiljalleen Hän että huomannut ois vihdoin naisen.... Huomannut ois vihdoin naisen rakastuneen
Too many problems Oh why am I here I don't need to be me 'Cos you're all too clear Well I can see There's something wrong with you But what do you expect me to do? At least I gotta know what I wanna be Don't come to me if you need pitty Are you lonely you got no one You get your body in suspension That's no problem problem Problem the problem is you
Eat your heart out on a plastic tray You don't do what you want Then you'll fade away You won't find me working Nine to five It's too much fun a being alive I'm using my feet for my human machine You wan't find me living for the screen Are you lonely all your needs catered You got your brains dehydrated
Problem problem Problem the problems is you What you gonna do
Problem problem Problem the problems is you What you gonna do with your problem
In a death trip I ain't automatic You won't find me just staying static Don't give me any orders For people like me There is no order
Bet you thought you had it all worked out Bet you thought you knew what I was about Bet you thought you'd Solved all your problems But you are the problem
Problem problem Problem the problem is you What you gonna do with your problem I'll leave it to you Problem their problem is you You got a problem Oh what you gonna do
They know a doctor Gonna take you away They take you away And throw away the key They don't want you And they don't want me You got a problem The problem is you Problem the problem is you What you gonna do Problem problem problem
Problem problem problem Problem problem problem Problem problem problem
Soldado De Tu Rebelión Performer(s): Victor Heredia
Tú que me diste en panes los ademanes y el corazón trigo de tus praderas y el llanto oscuro de algún pastor Soldado de tu rebelión hijo de americanos soy Dulce fruta madura madre morena de mi lagar entre las colgaderas vendrá cantando tu libertad Soldado de tu rebelión hijo de americano soy Vale por ti la vida y hasta la muerte tiene valor porque este continente tiene en su gente todo el valor Soldado de tu rebelión hijo de americano soy Si alguna vez callase tonta paloma, sin un porqué clávame en el olvido no tengas miedo ni penas que soldado de tu rebelión hijo de americanos soy
Problems Composer(s): Boudleaux Bryant; Felice Bryant Performer(s): The Everly Brothers
Problems, problems, problems all day long Will my problems work out right or wrong My baby dont like anything I do-o-o My teacher seems to feel the same way too
Worries, worries pile up on my head Woe is me I should have stayed in bed Cant get the car my marks aint been so good My love life just aint swinging like it should
Problems, problems, problems Theyre all on account of my loving you like I do-o-o-o-o Problems, problems, problems They wont be solved until Im sure of you-o-ou You can solve my problems with a love thats true
Io Così Non Ci Sto Composer(s): Thomas Gonzenbach - Remo Kessler - Nella Martinetti First performance by: Mariella Farré - 1983
Si fa' per amore oppure no Lascia il segno un'avventura ... Una donna Ci rimette sempre un po' Innamorarsi non ha senso Tu stai da sempre con lei
Se magari e' per gioco Per passare una sera Per combatter la noia Io cosi non ci sto Se e' soltanto per fare l'amore Una volta e poi basta Per un colpo di testa Senza alcuna emozione Ne' sentimento Niente que dentro Io cosi non ci sto
E poi chi sarà, chi di noi due A stare col dubbio il cuore Sarò io Sarò io, non sarai tu ... Invece tu, come fosse niente Stasera torni da lei
Se magari e' per gioco Per passare una sera Per combatter la noia Io cosi non ci sto Se e' soltanto per fare l'amore Una volta e poi basta Per un colpo di testa Io cosi non ci sto Se e' soltanto per fare l'amore Una volta e poi basta Per un colpo di testa Senza alcuna emozione Ne' sentimento Niente que dentro Io cosi non ci sto
Problèmorama Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë; Rossella Conz; Pino Massara Performer(s): Dalida
La vie, la vie c'est dur, c'est long, c'est court Mais il y a l'amour, l'amour L'amour, l'amour c'est léger comme le vent Ça fait passer le temps, le temps Le temps, le temps ça fait blanchir le sang Ça fait rouler l'argent, l'argent L'argent, l'argent ça rend souvent, méchant Ça les rend fous les gens, les gens Les gens, les gens, c'est toi, c'est moi, c'est rien Où seras-tu demain, demain Demain, demain, c'est comme un coin de ciel Au fond d'un très long tunnel
Comment ça va On dit ça va la vie c'est ça C'est du cinéma, cinéma, cinéma, cinéma en problèmorama
Demain, demain c'est comme un coin de ciel Au fond d'un long, très long tunnel Ça ira, ça ira
Au petit bonheur la chance tant qu'on s'aimera Aucune importance pour toi et pour moi
L'amour, l'amour c'est léger comme le vent Ça fait passer le temps, le temps Le temps, le temps ça fait blanchir le sang Ça fait rouler l'argent, l'argent L'argent, l'argent ça rend souvent méchant Ça les rend fous les gens, les gens Les gens, les gens, c'est toi, c'est moi, c'est rien Où seras-tu demain, demain Demain, demain c'est comme un coin de ciel au fond d'un long très long tunnel Ça ira, ça ira
Au petit bonheur la chance Tant qu'on s'aimera Aucune importance pour toi et pour moi
Na, na, na...
Comment ça va, on dit ça va La vie c'est ça C'est du cinéma, cinéma, cinéma, cinéma en problèmorama
Soldado De Levita Composer(s): Héctor González - Roberto Hinojosa - Alberto Rosas Performer(s): Raphael and multiple other artists
Soy soldado de levita De esos de caballería De esos de caballería Soy soldado de levita Y me incorporé a las filas Por una mujer bonita Por una mujer bonita Que alumbró la vida mía Corazón apasionado Disimula tu tristeza Disimula tu tristeza Corazón apasionado Que el que nace desgraciao Desde la cuna comienza Desde la cuna comienza A vivir martirizado Al pie de una malva en rosa A una viuda enamoré A una viuda enamoré Al pie de una malva en rosa Y me dijo la graciosa No puedo, me duele un pie Pero si es para otra cosa Aunque sea cojeando iré
Probablemente Te Quiero Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Querida Ya ves, aquí me tienes escribiéndote esta torpe despedida para poner en claro algunos puntos antes de emprender la huida Intentaré encontrar esa palabra que resuma el pánico a la vida... pero no sé qué poner; se me ocurre cobardía o tal vez melancolía... o solamente te quiero, probablemente te quiero Parece que es así- ¡qué insensatez! Mi vida, no sé cuántas razones me empujaron a tornar esta medida; son todas tan comunes que cualquiera me resulta repetida No doy con esa frase para que la Historia me recoja en su guarida Pero, qué raro placer, el que invade estos instantes de sentencias importantes... corno decirte te quiero probablemente te quiero Acuérdate de mí alguna vez
Private World Composer(s): David Johansen; Arthur Kane Performer(s): New York Dolls; and various other artists
(break-down)
Private World Private World
Well I just lost a lover, who done found somebody else I get cool and lonely, feelin sorry for myself
Private World Private World
Oh you call that drivin then see us dream How could it last, I'm tryin hard not to scream
Private World Private World
The joint start shakin, its ready to crumble The boys are dukin, lookin for a rumble
Private World Private World
One that is movin, at least I'm movin (better shut that door) Private World, Private Girl, Private World (Better keep it confidential)
Private World Private World
Oh, you know I want some money, she replies When uptown comes downtown, better take her for a ride
Private World Private World
How many called, called my name I'm tryin to explain, that I'm not the same
In a Private World In a Private World
Well I just lost a lover, who done found somebody else I get cool and lonely, feelin sorry for myself
In a Private World In a Private World
One that is movin, at least I'm movin (shut that door) Private World, Private Girl, Private World (Better keep it confidential)
You got to keep it confidential You got to keep it confidential When I says hush Child dont you cry I'm beggin you hush And dry those tears from your eyes You gotta hush Dontcha know you gotta hush
Sold Down The River Composer(s): Vaughn Horton - Bill Monroe Performer(s): Bill Monroe and multiple other artists
Where is the love that you promised neath the pine Gone like the flowers in the fall You crossed your heart now you're double crossing mine You've been pretending after all
I was sold down the river to a port of broken dreams Drifting in sorrow down the stream Sold down the river on a ship that won't return When it anchors in the sea of broken dreams
I never dreamed that your love would grow so cold Hiding behind the rainbow's end You must be blind for the glitter of the gold Gold that can never find a friend
Refrain
You'll never know what it means to sit and cry After your heart is broken too Someday you'll learn and your soul will burn and die When some one double crosses you
Private Investigations Composer(s): Mark Knopfler Performer(s): Dire Straits; and various other artists
It's a mystery to me - the game commences for the usual fee - plus expenses confidential information - contained in a diary this is my investigation - not a public inquiry
I go checking out the reports - digging up the dirt you get to meet all sorts in this line of work treachery and treason - there's always an excuse for it and when I find the reason I still can't get used to it
And what have you got at the end of the day? what have you got to take away? a bottle of whisky and a new set of lies blinds on the windows and a pain behind the eyes
Scarred for life - no compensation private investigations
Per Lucia Composer(s): M. Fabrizio - Riccardo Fogli - V. Spampinato First performance by: Riccardo Fogli - 1983
Buonasera quando arriverai ti toglierai l'inverno e l'appenderai avrai due braccia grandi come una foresta e la quiete dopo la tempesta
Per Lucia, ritrovare il foglio più bianco e poi cominciare io vorrei, per esempio legarle i capelli con un filo di vento per Lucia ci sarà la luna più piena, ma non basterà io vorrei, continuando un mare di grano per cullarla ogni tanto
Buonanotte, quando spegnerai indosserai le stelle e sognerai avrai un mare calmo dove navigare e un silenzio quando vuoi parlare
Per Lucia, delicata sarà la sua ombra disegnata per strada io vorrei, per esempio aprirle le porte che chiudono il mondo con Lucia basta poco ti riempie da sola il giorno più vuoto io vorrei così tanto ridarle il sorriso, sul viso un po' stanco
Oltre il muro, che cosa c'è trattieni il fiato e poi salta verso me i colpi di fucile sono ormai lontani apriremo il cielo con le mani
Per Lucia, lunga vita e acqua di fiume per ogni ferita iio vorrei luci accese la festa più grande per tutto il paese per Lucia, spaventata che questa mia penna diventi una spada con Lucia al mio fianco che la storia continui nella pagina accanto
Private Hell Composer(s): Paul Weller Performer(s): The Jam
Closer than close, you see yourself a mirrored image, of what you wanted to be As each day goes by, a little more you can't remember what it was you wanted anyway The fingers feel the lines, they prod the space, your ageing face The face that once was so beautiful, is still there but unrecognizable...... Private Hell
Private Hell
The man who you once loved is bald and fat, and seldom in, working late as usual Your interest has waned, you feel the strain the bed springs snap on the occasions he lies upon you Close your eyes and think of nothing but..... Private Hell
Private Hell
Think of Emma, wonder what she's doing Her husband Terry, and your grandchildren Think of Edward, who's still at college You send him letters, which he doesn't acknowledge 'Cause he don't care, they don't care 'Cause they're all going through their own..... Private Hell
Private Hell
The morning slips away in a valium haze And catalogues, and numerous cups of coffee In the afternoon the weekly food, is put in bags as you float off down the high street The shop windows reflect, play a nameless host to a closet ghost A picture of your fantasy, a victim of your misery and..... Private Hell
Private Hell
Think of Emma, wonder what she's doing Her husband Terry, and your grandchildren Think of Edward, who's still at college You send him letters, which he doesn't acknowledge 'Cause he don't care, they don't care 'Cause they're all going through their own..... Private Hell
Private Hell
Alone at 6 o'clock you drop a cup You see it smash, inside you crack You can't go on, but you sweep it up Safe at last inside your..... Private Hell Sanity at last inside your..... Private Hell Sanity at last inside your..... Private Hell
Private Eye Composer(s): Phil Pickett Performer(s): Sailor
I watched the dawning of a concrete day Got out of bed, scratched my head, had a hotel shave The operator called me up just to say hey, hey "You've got a message to call her now She said the writing's on the wall right now (Mr. Romero) You've got a message to call She said that's all"
She switched the light on in the swimming pool A silhouette with a cigarette, boy was I cool She looked right through me, then I fell off my stool "You've got to find me some truth," she said "I don't need money or eternal youth," she said "Mr. Romero, won't you find me the truth Find me the truth?"
(Chorus A:) I'm just a private eye, an ordinary guy You're asking me to find you paradise Makes a change from homicide and vice I'll be your private eye...
There must be something more than this A swimming pool, a crazy fool and a Hollywood kiss The finest clothes and breakfast at Tiffany's "You've got to find me some truth," she said "I don't need money or eternal youth," she said "Mr. Romero, won't you find me the truth Find me the truth?"
(Chorus B:) I'm just a private eye, no ordinary guy Trust in me and I will find you paradise Now sit back and watch the sun arise I'll be your private eye...
I'm floating, I'm floating I'm floating higher than the sun To find the truth, no stone unturned...
Paradise Now sit back and watch the sun arise I'll be your private eye (Repeat chorus B)
We talked all night about the Science Age And how a soft remembered word Would help to turn the page And make way for the wisdom of the sage...
"You've got a message to call her now She said the writing's on the wall right now Mr. Romero..." (Repeat)
