Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Song On The Sand Composer(s): Jerry Herman Performer(s): Elisabeth Welch
Do you recall that beach we walked along that afternoon in fall That afternoon we met? A fellow with a concertina sang what was the song? It is strange what we recall and how what we forget
I heard la-da-da-da, la-da-da-da as we walked on the sand La-da-da-da I believe it was early September Through the crash of the waves I could tell that the words were romantic Something about sharing, something about always Though the years race along, I still think of our song of the sand And I still try and search for the words I can barely remember Though the time tumbles by, there is one thing that I am forever certain of I hear la-da-da-da-da And I am young and in love
Da-da-da, da-da-da, as we walked on the sand I heard
La-da-da-da I believe it was early September Through the crash of the waves I could tell that the words were romantic Something about sharing, something about always Though the years race along, I still think of our song of the sand And I still try and search for the words I can barely remember Though the time tumbles by, there is one thing that I am forever certain of I hear la-da-da-da-da And I am young and in love
Puppet On A String
(Danish Version: Lille Marionet - 1967)
Composer(s): William Wylie MacPherson Martin; Phil Coulter
First release by: Sandie Shaw - 1967
I wonder if one day that You'll say that you care If you say you love me madly I'll gladly be there Like a puppet on a string
Love is just like a merry-go-round With all the fun of the fair One day I'm feeling down on the ground Then I'm up in the air Are you leading me on? Tomorrow, will you be gone?
I wonder if one day that You'll say that you care If you say you love me madly I'll gladly be there Like a puppet on a string
I may win on the roundabouts But then I'll lose on the swings In or out, there is never a doubt Just who's pulling the strings I'm so tied up in you But where's it leading me to?
I wonder if one day that You'll say that you care If you say you love me madly I'll gladly be there Like a puppet on a string
I wonder if one day that You'll say that you care If you say you love me madly I'll gladly be there Like a puppet on a string
Je Suis Un Vrai Garçon First performance by: Nina Morato - 1994
Je peux pas
J'veux pas, j'peux pas Laisse-moi J'veux pas, j'peux pas J'ai pas Lâche-moi
J'veux pas rentrer chez moi Il n'est plus rien pour moi Mais j'peux pas tout lui dire J'veux pas lui mentir Je sais j'suis son amour Forcément y'a des jours Où c'est lourd C'est lourd
Je suis un vrai garçon Je suis un vrai garçon Je suis celle qui t'ensorcelle Elle...
J'vais pas rentrer chez moi Lui raconter pourquoi Pourquoi j'aurais pas dû Et comment j'ai pu Je sais j'suis son amour Forcément y'a des jours Où c'est lourd C'est lourd
Je suis un vrai garçon Je suis un vrai garçon Je suis celle qui t'ensorcelle Elle...
Je suis un vrai garçon
J'peux plus rentrer chez moi J'ai pas d'explication C'est un autre qui m'a perdu ma raison Je sais j'suis son amour Mais putain y'a des jours Où c'est lourd C'est lourd
Je suis un vrai garçon Je suis un... C'est lourd Je suis un vrai garçon
Puppet Man Composer(s): Howard Greenfield; Neil Sedaka Performer(s): Tom Jones; and various other artists
Puppet man Puppet ma-an Puppet man Puppet ma-an
Baby, Baby you know it's true I'm a puppet just for you I'll do any little thing you say I wouldn't have it any other way Take my heart and take my soul I'm givin' you complete control If you wanna see me do my thing Baby pull my string Huh, yea
Puppet man, puppet man-an
Baby, Baby, I'm your sweet pet I'm just your personal marionette Wind me up and let me go Don't you know I'm a one man show? Raise your finger and I'll perform I'll crack a jack till' the crack a dawn If you wanna see me do my thing, baby pull my string
Baby, Baby I'm warning you, satisfaction guaranteed Anytime you feel uptight I'm at your service morning noon or night I do whatcha' want me to 'Cause I'm a puppet just for you But if you wanna see me do my thing Baby pull my string
Puppet man Baby, I'm your puppet man Ya I might even... If you pull my string I'll do anything Baby, baby I'm your puppet man Can't do anything unless ya pull my string Love ya, Love ya, Love ya, Love ya! Down deep in your soul Do anything, I might even love you Wow-oh
Song On The Radio Composer(s): Al Stewart Performer(s): Al Stewart
I was making my way through the wasteland The road into town passes through I was changing the radio stations With my mind on you Oh your friends call you "Lily Paloma" But that's not the way that you are It's too much of a gentle misnomer For a shooting star
But you and me baby I saw you there Straight away I knew There's really no hiding I'll tell you right now What we're gonna do We'll go collecting the days Putting the moments away You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio
I remember the first time I saw you Alone in the dark with a drink With a candle flame burning before you And your thoughts closed in You were staring out into the distance Not seeming to hear what I said Why did you put up such resistance Like all the lights are red
'Cause you and me baby I saw you there Straight away I knew There's really no hiding I'll tell you right now What we're gonna do We'll go collecting the days Putting the moments away You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio
I don't know what it was that was painful But sometimes it's there in your face There are times when you just look disdainful Of the human race Ah, but then on the wings of emotion We circle each other in flight Till together we roll like the ocean In its bed at night
'Cause you and me baby I saw you there Straight away I knew There's really no hiding I'll tell you right now What we're gonna do We'll go collecting the days Putting the moments away You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio
I can take you by the hand lead you to a land where there's not a care I can hoax you I can coax you when there's nothing there
I can tie you on a string make you dance and sing to the tune I play I can fool you I can rule you you can't get away
('cause) I'm a puppet man, I'm a puppet man can't you see I am, can't you see I am I'm a puppet man, I'm a puppet man I can make you part of my plan 'cause I'm a puppet man
I can beat you to the line bring you peace of mind for another day I can take you I can make you do the things I say
I can leave you on the ground or turn your head around make you step in time I can fake you or forsake you the choice is mine
and you won't understand I'm the puppet man that's what I am
Ella No Es Ella Composer(s): Alejandro Abad
Performer(s): Alejandro Abad
Cuando estoy con ella Soy un laberinto de indecisión Cuando estoy con ella Juego con mi imaginación Ella me da su sonrisa Y yo, con mis prisas, me suelo ahogar Y le digo acabemos Y ella persigue mis ratos de fuego
Ella, ella no es ella Ella es la otra, la que me impulsa Y está en mi memoria La otra es la que nunca podré olvidar
No, ella, ella no es ella Ella es la otra, la que me excita Y quema mi ropa La otra es la piedra y yo, el volcán
Cuando estoy con ella Sé que todo va peor Y cuando pienso en la otra Soy casi, casi un dios Ella me baja la luna La otra despierta mi instinto animal La otra es mi fortuna Mi musa desnuda, mi mejor remedio
Ella, ella no es ella Ella es la otra, la que me impulsa Y está en mi memoria La otra es la que nunca podré olvidar
No, ella, ella no es ella Ella es la otra, la que me excita Y quema mi ropa La otra es la piedra y yo, el volcán
Punto Negro Composer(s): Roberto Reynoso Performer(s): Javier Solís
No quiero ya saber si te mueres o no por mi cariño ni me importa que tú diciendo vayas hoy que me dejaste Yo sé que para ti igual que para mí hay otros besos porqué insistes en ser en mi quieto vivir un punto negro
Tu orgullo de mujer te ha vuelto mala y cruel y me atormenta cuando el amor se va se queda el corazón ensombrecido Olvida tu rencor que sólo ha de empañar aquellas horas no quiero que seas tú de esta historia de amor el punto negro
Tu orgullo de mujer te ha vuelto mala y cruel y me atormenta cuando el amor se va se queda el corazón ensombrecido Olvida tu rencor que sólo ha de empañar aquellas horas no quiero que seas tú de esta historia de amor el punto negro
Puño Loco Composer(s): León Gieco; Luis Gurevich Performer(s): León Gieco
Hice caer el cielo, rompí todos los vientos hice llorar sólo con un puño loco Hice hablar al mundo, latir su corazón le hice ver que la sangre era de todos
Si estuviera acá, con campanas soñaría Requiem para un luchador callejero Fui un mago más, piedra dura de romper fui el rey del club de lo oscuro
Soy eterno, un hijo más de este credo popular, quizá un tonto Soy leyenda y por lo tanto siempre estaré saltando, como un mono
Aunque tape la humedad de la pared de un viejo bar nunca mi sonrisa se despintará del todo Un día me fui sin haberme ido de aquí somos varios los que estamos volviendo
Desde siempre fui gran valiente porque sí quise en lo posible mirar hacia adentro Puse un presidente y un villero a un mismo pozo y los dibujé a todos con mis ojos
Soy eterno, un hijo más de este credo popular, quizá un tonto Soy leyenda y por lo tanto siempre estaré saltando como un mono
Soy eterno, un hijo más de este credo popular, quizá un tonto Soy leyenda y por lo tanto siempre estaré saltando como un mono
Worte, die wehtun und Bilder, die schrei'n Wehende Fahnen im Wind Grenzen, die Lügen, und keiner mehr kennt Und Menschen von Tränen fast blind
Manchmal, da hör' ich ein Lied tief in mir Das mir von Liebe erzählt Sehnsucht nach Freiheit und nach einer Welt Wo jeder den and'ren versteht
Für den Frieden der Welt, für die Hoffnung nach Licht Für die Wahrheit, die keiner mehr sieht Für die Menschen, die frier'n, und die keiner mehr hört Dafür singe ich euch dieses Lied
Für den Frieden der Welt, für die Hoffnung nach Licht Für die Wahrheit, die keiner mehr sieht Für die Menschen, die frier'n, und die keiner mehr hört Dafür singe ich euch dieses Lied Dafür singe ich euch dieses Lied
Flehende Herzen im Dunkel der Nacht Wann sehen sie wieder Licht? Wer gibt den Kindern ihr Lachen zurück Bevor ihre Hoffnung zerbricht?
Für den Frieden der Welt, für die Hoffnung nach Licht Für die Wahrheit, die keiner mehr sieht Für die Menschen, die frier'n, und die keiner mehr hört Dafür singe ich euch dieses Lied
Und es darf nicht mehr sein Dass man Mut dazu braucht Um den anderen Liebe zu zeigen
Für den Frieden der Welt, für die Hoffnung nach Licht Für die Wahrheit, die keiner mehr sieht Für die Menschen, die frier'n, und die keiner mehr hört Dafür singe ich euch dieses Lied Dieses Lied
Punky's Dilemma Composer(s): Paul Simon Performer(s): Simon & Garfunkel; and various other artists
Wish I was a Kellogg's Cornflake Floatin' in my bowl takin' movies Relaxin' awhile, livin' in style Talkin' to a raisin who 'casion'ly plays L.A. Casually glancing at his toupee Wish I was an English muffin 'Bout to make the most out of a toaster
I'd ease myself down Comin' up brown
I prefer boysenberry More than any ordinary jam I'm a Citizens for Boysenberry Jam fan
Ah, South California
If I become a first lieutenant Would you put my photo on your piano? To Maryjane Best wishes, Martin (Old Roger draft-dodger Leavin' by the basement door) Everybody knows what he's Tippy-toeing down there for
Song Of The Vagabonds Composer(s): Rudolf Friml - Brian Hooker Performer(s): Dennis King and multiple other artists
Come all you Beggars of Paris town You lousy rabble of low degree (You rabble of low degree!) Well spare King Louis to keep his crown And save our city from Burgundy (Our city from Burgundy) You and I are good for nothing but to die We can die for Liberty
Sons of toil and danger Will you serve a stranger And bow down to Burgundy Sons of shame and sorrow Will you cheer tomorrow For the crown of Burgundy? Onward! Onward! Swords against the Foe Forward! Forward the lily banners go! Sons of France around us Break the chain that bound us And to Hell with Burgundy!
Sons of toil and danger Will you serve a stranger And bow down to Burgundy Sons of shame and sorrow Will you cheer tomorrow For the crown of Burgundy? Onward! Onward! Swords against the Foe Forward! Forward the lily banners go! Sons of France around us Break the chain that bound us And to Hell with Burgundy!
Pumpum, Pumpum Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Que el corazón es insensible juran aseguran que ni siente ni padece ni es otra cosa que una víscera bomba motor de no sé cuántos protoplasmas, plasmas... blando reloj, encrucijada de venas y arterias metrónomo de sístoles y diástoles, pumpum pumpum, mitrales, aortas, pumpum, pumpum infartos, arritmias, pumpum, pumpum, anginas amagos, pumpum, purnpum, pumpum Soplos, insuficiencias, taquicardias y coronarías... Aurículas, ventrículos, etcétera, etcétera etcétera, etc... Sí, parece que sí que no padece, sí parece que sí que no, que sí que no que sí que no, pero ¡coño! dónde me duele tanto, dónde mata en qué célula o molécula del demonio siento toda esta asfixia este dolor, pumpum, pumpurn, pumpum que me golpea, pumpum, pumpum, pumpum que me traspasa, pumpum, pumpum, pumpum que me crucifica, pumpum, pumpum, pumpum cuando tu me dejas, corazón
Song Of The South Composer(s): Arthur Johnston - Sam Coslow Performer(s): Tony Pastor
I hear the murmer of the south wind And feel a half-remembered thrill Plaintive echoes faintly clinging An old plantation air still ringing
Song of the South, your music weaves a magic spell Song of the South, I see the scenes I know so well Cottonwoods in blossom over my cabin door Pale moonlight on a field of white You bring them back once more
I seem to hear those gentle voices calling low Out of the long, long ago This heart of mine is in the heart of Dixie That's where I belong Singing a song, a Song of the South
Vuelveme A Querer Composer(s): José Feliciano; Ramos; Lucila Performer(s): José Feliciano
Vuélveme a querer, no te arrepentirás vuélveme a querer, en que amor encontrarás la felicidad que nunca tuviste
Yo se que fui cruel, que no te ofrecí el amor al entregar el corazón, pues solo jugué contigo y se que ya, no sientes mis besos
Chorus:
Si me vuelves a querer, tu alma frágil no conocerá el dolor prometeré que siempre a tu lado cuidaré, que no sufras jamás eyyy vuélveme a querer
Ya mi amor se ha arrepentido, por haberte yo herido pero si tu encontrarás un poquito de compasión, eyyy
Y yo se que es difícil perdonarme pero te convenceré y haré lo imposible dame otra oportunidad vuélveme a querer
Solo:
Pero si tu encontrarás un poquito de compasión, eyyy Y yo se que es difícil perdonarme pero te convenceré y haré lo imposible dame otra oportunidad vuélveme a querer
Song Of The South Composer(s): Bob McDill Performer(s): Alabama and multiple other artists
Song, song of the south Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth Gone, gone with the wind There ain't nobody looking back again
Cotton on the roadside, cotton in the ditch We all picked the cotton but we never got rich Daddy was a veteran, a southern democrat They oughta get a rich man to vote like that
Sing it...
Song, song of the south Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth Gone, gone with the wind There ain't nobody looking back again
Well somebody told us Wall Street fell But we were so poor that we couldn't tell Cotton was short and the weeds were tall But Mr. Roosevelt's a gonna save us all
Well momma got sick and daddy got down The county got the farm and they moved to town Pappa got a job with the TVA He bought a washing machine and then a Chevrolet
Sing it...
Song, song of the south Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth Gone, gone with the wind There ain't nobody looking back again
Play it...
Sing it...
Song, song of the south Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth Gone, gone with the wind There ain't nobody looking back again
Song, song of the south... Gone, gone with the wind...
Song, song of the south Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth Song, song of the south Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth
Sing it...
Song, song of the south Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth Gone, gone with the wind There ain't nobody looking back again
Song, song of the south Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth Gone, gone with the wind There ain't nobody looking back again
