Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Leave Me Alone Composer(s): Martti Vuorinen - Miikka Huttunen - Hanna Pakarinen First performance by: Hanna Pakarinen - 2007
I have to leave, but you are still sleeping There's nothing to say, our time has run out You took me to bed, that's what you were seeking But you don't even care what I am about
I wanna, I wanna wake you
Leave me alone, I wanna go home I don't wanna see you, so leave me alone Leave me alone, 'cause I feel like dyin' Leave me alone, I wanna go home The day will still come when I see you crying 'Cause you will get yours, just leave me alone
But what if I stay and wait till she comes home? She don't even know she loves you in vain The lies that you told will turn into sorrow I gotta go crazy just to stay sane
I wanna, I wanna break you
Leave me alone, I wanna go home I don't wanna see you, so leave me alone Leave me alone, 'cause I feel like dyin' Leave me alone, I wanna go home The day will still come when I see you crying 'Cause you will get yours, just leave me alone
I gotta, I gotta hate you
Leave me alone, I wanna go home I don't wanna see you, so leave me alone Leave me alone, 'cause I feel like dyin' Leave me alone, I wanna go home I couldn't care less if love just lies dying And this is goodbye, just leave me alone
Hit Somebody! (The Hockey Song) Composer(s): Mitch Albom; Warren Zevon Performer(s): Warren Zevon
He was born in Big Beaver by the borderline He started playing hockey by the time he was nine His dad took the hose and froze the back yard And Little Buddy dreamed he was Rocket Richard He grew up big and he grew up tough He saw himself scoring for the Wings or Canucks But he wasn't that good with a puck
Buddy's real talent was beating people up His heart wasn't in it but the crowd ate it up Through pee-wee's and juniors, midgets and mites He must have racked up more than three hundred fights A scout from the flames came down from Saskatoon Said, "There's always room on our team for a goon Son, we've always got room for a goon"
There were Swedes to the left of him Russians to the right A Czech at the blue line looking for a fight Brains over brawn--that might work for you But what's a Canadian farm boy to do? What else can a farm boy from Canada do? But what's a Canadian farm boy to do? What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
Hit somebody! was what the crowd roared When Buddy the goon came over the boards "Coach," he'd say, "I wanna score goals" The coach said, "Buddy, remember your role The fast guys get paid, they shoot, they score Protect them, Buddy, that's what you're here for
Protection is what you're here for Protection--it's the stars that score Protection--kick somebody's ass Protection--don't put the biscuit in the basket just Hit some, Buddy! it rang in his ears Blood on the ice ran down through the years The king of the goons with a box for a throne A thousand stitches and broken bones He never lost a fight on his icy patrol But deep inside, Buddy only dreamed of a goal He just wanted one damn goal
There were Swedes at the the blue line Finns at the red A Russian with a stick heading straight for his head Brains over brawn--that might work for you But what's a Canadian farm boy to do? What else can a farm boy from Canada do? But what's a Canadian farm boy to do? What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
In his final season, on his final night Buddy and a Finn goon were pegged for a fight Thirty seconds left, the puck took a roll And suddenly Buddy had a shot on goal
The goalie committed, Buddy picked his spot Twenty years of waiting went into that shot The fans jumped up, the Finn jumped too And coldcocked Buddy on his follow through The big man crumbled but he felt all right 'Cause the last thing he saw was the flashing red light He saw that heavenly light
There were Swedes to the left of him Russians to the right A Czech at the blue line looking for a fight Take care of your teeth--that might work for you But what's a Canadian farm boy to do? What else can a farm boy from Canada do? But what's a Canadian farm boy to do? What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
Leave Me Alone Composer(s): Michael Anderson - Clare Grogan - A. McDaid - Johnny McElhone Performer(s): Altered Images
She was meant, meant to be the one for me She was once, not now, my only love Why don't you know, why don't you care Why don't you realise? What she did to me, meant to me Leave me, why don't you leave me alone? Why don't you know, why don't you care Why don't you realise? What she did to me, meant to me Leave me, why don't you leave me alone? I'd like to make it clear To make it crystal To make you know at first, show at first Leave me
I'd like to make it clear To make it crystal To make you know at first, show at first Leave me
I hate her now, despise her now, loathe her now Hate hate hate, hate her now, yeah She's disgusting Disgusting to me Why don't you know, why don't you care Why don't you realise? What she did to me, meant to me Leave me, why don't you leave me alone? On and on and on and on and On and on and on and on and On and on and on and on How much I loved her, loved her
Why don't you know, why don't you care Why don't you realise? What she did to me, meant to me Leave me, why don't you leave me alone? On and on and on and on and On and on and on and on and On and on and on and on How much I loved her, loved her, loved her Leave me, leave me, leave me alone Leave me, leave me, leave me alone Alone, alone, alone, alone, alone, alone, alone, alone Leave me Alone
Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick Composer(s): Ian Dury; Chas Jankel Performer(s): Ian Dury & The Blockheads
In the deserts of Sudan and the gardens of Japan From Milan to Yucatan, ev'ry woman, ev'ry man
Hit me your rhythm stick, hit me, hit me Je t'adore, ich liebe dich, hit me, hit me, hit me Hit me with your rhythm stick Hit me slowly, hit me quick Hit me, hit me, hit me
In the wilds of Borneo and the vineyards of Bordeaux Eskimo, Arapaho, move their body to and fro
Hit me with your rhythm stick, hit me, hit me Das ist gut, c'est fantastique, hit me, hit me, hit me Hit me with your rhythm stick It's nice to be a lunatic Hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me, hit me, hit me!
In the dock of Tiger Bay, on the road to Mandalay From Bombay to Santa Fé, o'er the hills and far away
Hit me with your rhythm stick, hit me, hit me C'est si bon, mm? Ist es nicht? Hit me, hit me, hit me Hit me with your rhythm stick Two fat persons, click, click, click Hit me, hit me, hit me Hit me, hit me, hit me - hit me, hit me ....
Stay Just A Little While Composer(s): Steve Allen - Eula Parker Performer(s): Andy Williams
Stay just a little while with me Say that you'll share a smile with me I need the touch of a friendly hand Somehow I know that you'll understand So, though we have to say adieu Soon I'll be back again with you And when tomorrow comes I promise you that I'll Stay a little while
And when tomorrow comes I promise you that I'll Stay a little while
History Repeating Composer(s): Alex Gifford Performer(s): Shirley Bassey; and various other artists
The word is about, there's something evolving whatever may come, the world keeps revolving... They say the next big thing is here that the revolution's near But to me it seems quite clear that it's all just a little bit of history repeating
The newspapers shout a new style is growing but it don't know if it's coming or going there is fashion, there is fad some is good, some is bad and the joke rather sad that it's all just a little bit of History repeating
... and I've seen it before ... and I'll see it again ... yes I've seen it before ... just little bits of history repeating
Some people don't dance, if they don't know who's singing why ask your head, it's your hips that are swinging Life's for us to enjoy woman, man, girl and boy feel the pain, feel the joy aside set the little bits of history repeating
... just little bits of history repeating ... and I've seen it before ... and I'll see it again ... yes I've seen it before ... just little bits of history repeating
They Can't Stop The Spring Composer(s): John Waters - Tommy Moran First performance by: Dervish - 2007
The curtain has been raised, the wall no longer stands And from Lisadell to Latvia, we're singing as one clan The curtain has been raised, and Europe's all one stage And the archipelagic icicles have melted like the cage
We don't need no party, just a party band A continental choir singing hand in hand
They might scare the blackbird But they cannot stop him sing They may steal the honey But they'll never steal the sting They may crush the flowers Trample every living thing But they can't stop the spring
They might scare the blackbird But they cannot stop him sing They may steal the honey But they'll never steal the sting They may crush the flowers And trample every living thing But they can't stop the spring
They might scare the blackbird But they cannot stop him sing They may steal the honey But they'll never steal the sting They may crush the flowers And trample every living thing But they can't stop the spring
História De Un Amor ((Adapted from: Histoire D'un Amour (by Luis Mariano) - 1958)) Composer(s): Carlos Eleta Almarán Performer(s): Luis Miguel - 1994 and multiple other artists
Ya no estas mas a mi lado, corazon En el alma solo tengo soledad Y si ya no puedo verte Porque Dios me hizo quererte Para hacerme sufrir más
Siempre fuiste la razon de mi existir Adorarte para mi fue religion Y en tus besos yo encontraba El calor que me brindaba El amor, y la pasion Historia de Amor Es la historia de un amor Como no hay otro igual Que me hizo comprender Todo el bien, todo el mal
Que le dio luz a mi vida Apagandola despues Ay que vida tan obscura Sin tu amor no vivire
Stay In Your Own Back Yard (aka Mama's Little Alabama Coon) Composer(s): Lyn Udall - Karl Kennett Performer(s): Arthur Pryor; Dick Hyman
Ah's mama's li'l Alabama coon And ah ain't been born very long Ah's remember one big round moon Ah's member singin one sweet song When they took me down to the cotton field There I tumbled and I rolled in the sun Daddy picking cotton; mama watch me grow This was the old song she sung
Lilac trees are bloomin in the garden by the gate Mammy's at her little cabin door Curly headed picanniny comin home so late Cryin cuz his little heart is sore
All the children play around With skins so white and fair None of them with him would ever play So mammy in her lap, took that weeping little chap And crooned him in her kind old way
Why don't you play in your own backyard Never mind what the white chile do Nobody ever would want to play With a little black coon like you
Go out and play as long as you please But Honey dont you cry so hard Go out and jump on the high board fence But stay in your own backyard
Go to sleep my little picanny Brer fox catch you if ya don't Slumber on the bosom of your ol' mama Jinny Mama goin to swap yo if you don't Ah-loo-ah-loo-ah-looah-loo-ah-loo Underneath the sunny southern moon Lullabye, Rockabye Mama's li'l baby Mama's li'l Alabama Coon
Me alimentaram Me acariciaram Me aliciaram Me acostumaram
O meu mundo era o apartamento Detefon, almofada e trato Todo dia filé-mignon Ou mesmo um bom filé... de gato Me diziam em casa, não tome vento Mas é duro ficar na sua Quando à luz da lua Tantos gatos pela rua Toda a noite vão cantando assim
Nós, gatos, já nascemos pobres Porém, já nascemos livress Senhor, senhora ou senhorio Felino, não reconhecerás
De manhã eu voltei pra casa Fui barrada na portaria Sem filé e sem almofada Por causa da cantoria Mas agora o meu dia-a-dia É no meio da gataria Pela rua virando lata Eu sou mais eu, mais gata Numa louca serenata Que de noite sai cantando assim
Nós, gatos, já nascemos pobres Porém, já nascemos livress Senhor, senhora ou senhorio Felino, não reconhecerás
Historia De Mate Cosido Composer(s): Adrián Abonizio Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto
Sentado entre maderas y flores caen la llama del tabaco y la cruz de los barcos Alla lejos cuando salen de la iglesia los compadres se sientan a jugar al sol Una fiesta cuesta arriba hubo anoche y en la esquina amanecio lloviendo
Sentado entre maderas y las flores caen la llama del tabaco y la cruz de los barcos Si las luces de este pueblo te preguntan como he muerto deciles: que no sabes Mi revolver, mi campera mi hacha, mi trampera mis viejos perros, mi prontuario Tenes que estar prevenido un dia la lancha, va a llegar me quedare tan tranquilo me cambiare de camisa y de pual para que un oficial escriba en el parte de salida, un ahogo se ganara un ascenso como padre de familia para que un oficial escriba en el parte de salida, un ahogo lo contara en la guardia, que no tembló Para que el rio se detenga a la hora senalada, llegará como una pualada como una mano más
Stay In My Corner Composer(s): Wade Flemons - Barrett Strong - Bobby Miller First release by: The Dells - 1965
If you stay-ay-ay darling (stay in my corner) You make me so proud, stay darling Please stay in my corner To the world I'd cry my love How I love you Honey I love you, I really love you Please, please, please stay darling And I will never never let you down Just say you'll stay Stay in my corner Cause I'll need you always around To tell me you love me Honey love me, so darling stay
There'll be times when I may fail I'll need your love to comfort me But if these may prevail But just a kiss from you Will make things sweet Mmm stay, ohhhhh stay One more time baby But just a kiss from you Will make things sweet Honey I love you, I love you I love you ...
Historia De Las Sillas Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
En el borde del camino hay una silla la rapiña merodea aquel lugar La casaca del amigo esta tendida el amigo no se sienta a descansar Sus zapatos de gastados son espejos que le queman la garganta con el sol y a través de su cansancio pasa un viejo que le seca con la sombra el sudor
En la punta del amor viaja el amigo en la punta más aguda que hay que ver Esa punta que lo mismo cava en tierra que en las ruinas, que en un rastro de mujer Es por eso que es soldado y es amante es por eso que es madera y es metal es por eso que lo mismo siembra rosas que razones de bandera y arsenal
El que tenga una canción tendrá tormenta el que tenga compañía, soledad El que siga un buen camino tendrá sillas peligrosas que lo inviten a parar Pero vale la canción buena tormenta y la compañía vale soledad siempre vale la agonía de la prisa aunque se llene de sillas la verdad
I Love You Mi Vida Composer(s): Andreas Rickstrand First performance by: D'nash - 2007
Hey hey hey Hey hey hey Ven hacia mí, descubre el amor Ven hacia mí, siente mi pasión Tú ven hacia mí como el escorpión Que endulza con su herida Hay besos de mí que nadie robó Hay versos de mí que nadie escuchó Tú ven hacia mí con el corazón Que en mí se clavaría No mires atrás ningún día Atrévete a dar corazón I love you mi vida (I-e-o) Desgarra mi vida Y pártela en dos Que se hundan mis días Si todo es mentira Y pierdo tu amor Si pierdes mi amor I love you mi vida (I-e-o) Seduce mi vida Siente la pasión Ven, dame tus días Y baila mi son Mi danza de amor Mi danza de amor (Hey hey hey) (Hey hey hey) Ven hacia mí sin miedo al dolor Siente por mí lo mismo que yo Tú ven hacia mí como el escorpión Que mata con su herida No mires atrás nngún día Atrévete a dar corazón I love you mi vida (I-e-o) Desgarra mi vida Y pártela en dos Que se hundan mis días Si todo es mentira Y pierdo tu amor Si pierdes mi amor I love you mi vida (I-e-o) Seduce mi vida Siente la pasión Ven, dame tus días Y baila mi son Mi danza de amor Mi danza de amor I love you mi vida Mi danza de amor I love you mi vida (I-e-o) Desgarra mi vida (Seduce mi vida) Y pártela en dos Que se hundan mis días Si todo es mentira Y pierdo tu amor Si pierdes mi amor I love you mi vida (I-e-o) Seduce mi vida Siente la pasión Ven, dame tus días Y baila mi son Mi danza de amor Mi danza de amor
História De Amor Composer(s): Manuel Giménez; Fernando Adour Performer(s): Julio Iglesias
Meu olhar passeia na parede Não atendo mais o telefone Na varanda balança uma rede E na alma só vem o teu nome Numa taça de um vinho amargo Tua imagem me aparece e some O presente vive o passado E na alma só vem o teu nome
Eu não quero quero lembrar Tudo o que eu senti Eu só quero gritar Quanta saudade de ti
Brigas, Ternura Uma história de amor e de loucura Brigas, Ternura Uma história de amor e de loucura
Se foi para sempre Esse amor tão feroz Se apagou de repente E ficamos tão sós
Brigas, Ternura Uma história de amor e de loucura Brigas, Ternura Uma história de amor e de loucura
Nos amávamos em hora errada E brigávamos em hora incerta Era fuga, era descoberta Pra nós dois é história acabada
Eu não quero quero lembrar Tudo o que eu senti Eu só quero gritar Quanta saudade de ti
Brigas, Ternura Uma história de amor e de loucura Brigas, Ternura Uma história de amor e de loucura
Histoire De Roses Composer(s): Robert Lamoureux; Georges Hélian Performer(s): Patachou
Robert Lamoureux a écrit une chanson Qu'il a appellée "Histoire de Roses" Quand à la fin d'un très grand repas La famille demande à Papa de chanter quelque chose Papa se lève, sur la table il s'appuie d'une main Et il chante un refrain très ancien Qu'il appelle "Histoire de roses" C'est une chanson très compliquée Y a quatre refrains quatre couplets sans une seule pose Et comme il ne se rappelle jamais de la fin C'est toujours Maman qui lui souffle derrière sa main
Timide et rose
C'est une terrible histoire dans laquelle Il est question d'une fille qui meurt à vingt ans De tuberculose, son père, qui est employé des P & T Va tous les matins au cimetière porter des gerbes de roses C'est... c'est très triste Et le frère de Papa, mon oncle Léon Lui dit tout de même, à cette époque là les chansons C'était quelque chose Vers la fin ça n'va jamais très très bien Puis Maman lui dit : Allez, allez, ça fait rien
Timide et rose
Je les imagine très bien dans l'temps Papa tenant par le bras Maman Timide et rose Fredonnant déjà cette chanson Dans la p'tite île de Robinson Qu'a vu tant d'choses Maman m'a dit ton père d'ailleurs N'a jamais pu l'apprendre par cur Et c'est la cause pour laquelle je l'ai épousé Sans moi il pourrait pas chanter L'histoire des roses
Mes parents depuis qu'je les connais Chez nous lorsque la dispute naît Pour pas grand chose J'prends mon air le plus innocent Et je fredonne en me trompant L'histoire des roses Papa rectifie, continue Jusqu'à l'endroit qui s'rappelle plus Et porte close La paix revient dans la maison Quand Maman finit la chanson Timide et rose
Maintenant j'connais cette chanson là Mais à l'endroit où s'trompe Papa Quelle drôle de chose Moi non plus j'm'en rappelle plus bien Quelles sont les deux phrases de la fin Et c'est la cause Pour laquelle j'me fais du souci Et j'attends d'trouver moi aussi Timide et rose Le gars qui voudra pour la vie M'apprendre à dire comment fini L'histoire des roses
Histoire De Faussaire Composer(s): Georges Brassens Performer(s): Georges Brassens
Se découpant sur champ d'azur La ferme était fausse bien sûr Et le chaume servant de toit Synthétique comme il se doit
Au bout d'une allée de faux buis On apercevait un faux puits Du fond duquel la vérité N'avait jamais dû remonter
Et la maîtresse de céans Dans un habit, ma foi, seyant De fermière de comédie À ma rencontre descendit Et mon petit bouquet, soudain Parut terne dans ce jardin Près des massifs de fausses fleurs Offrant les plus vives couleurs
Ayant foulé le faux gazon Je la suivis dans la maison Où brillait sans se consumer Un genre de feu sans fumée
Face au faux buffet Henri deux Alignés sur les rayons de La bibliothèque en faux bois Faux bouquins achetés au poids
Faux Aubusson, fausses armures Faux tableaux de maîtres au mur Fausses perles et faux bijoux Faux grains de beauté sur les joues Faux ongles au bout des menottes Piano jouant des fausses notes Avec des touches ne devant Pas leur ivoire aux éléphants
Aux lueurs des fausses chandelles Enlevant ses fausses dentelles Elle a dit, mais ce n'était pas Sûr, tu es mon premier faux pas
Fausse vierge, fausse pudeur Fausse fièvre, simulateurs Ces anges artificiels Venus d'un faux septième ciel
La seule chose un peu sincère Dans cette histoire de faussaire Et contre laquelle il ne faut Peut-être pas s'inscrire en faux C'est mon penchant pour elle et mon Gros point du côté du poumon Quand amoureuse elle tomba D'un vrai marquis de Carabas
En l'occurrence Cupidon Se conduisit en faux-jeton En véritable faux témoin Et Vénus aussi, néanmoins Ce serait sans doute mentir Par omission de ne pas dire Que je leur dois quand même une heure Authentique de vrai bonheur
Vous C'est Nous First performance by: Virginie Pouchain - 2006
Peu importe sa patrie C'est ici que l'on vit L'eau et la terre Juste pour quelques hommes C'a nous coute cher On est tous des hommes Des femmes du monde
Tu sais nous, c'est vous Puisque vous, c'est nous
Peu importe ce qu'on dit C'est ici que l'on vit On n'est plus esclaves ni colons Alors souviens toi De'passe et marchons Vers le monde
Tu sais nous, c'est vous Puisque vous, c'est nous
Nos hiers se touchent ou se ressemblent Et demain existe Pourvu qu'on l'attende ensembles
