Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Sus Ojos Se Cerraron Composer(s): Carlos Gardel - Alfredo Le Pera Performer(s): Carlos Gardel
Sus ojos se cerraron y el mundo sigue andando su boca que era mía ya no me besa más Se apagaron los ecos de su reír sonoro y es cruel este silencio que me hace tanto mal Fue mía la piadosa dulzura de sus manos que dieron a mis penas caricias de bondad y ahora que la evoco hundido en mi quebranto las lágrimas trenzadas se niegan a brotar y no tengo el consuelo de poder llorar
¿Por qué tus alas tan cruel quemó la vida? ¿Por qué esta mueca siniestra de la suerte? Quise abrigarla, y más pudo la muerte ¡Cómo me duele y se ahonda mi herida! Yo sé que ahora vendrán caras extrañas con su limosna de alivio a mi tormento Todo es mentira, mentira ese lamento ¡hoy está solo mi corazón!
Como perros de presa las penas traicioneras celando su cariño galopaban detrás y escondida en las aguas de su mirada buena la muerte agazapada marcaba su compás En vano yo alentaba febril una esperanza clavó en mi carne viva sus garras el dolor y mientras en las calles en loca algarabía ¡el carnaval del mundo gozaba y se reía! ¡Burlándose el destino me robó su amor!
Surrender To Me Composer(s): Richard Marx - Ross Vannelli Performer(s): Ann Wilson & Robin Zander and multiple other artists
Is it that we've been together much too long?
The answer may not be in black and white We're always trying to prove who's right or wrong Yet now we're giving up without a fight But I know when you're gone I'll wish I held on
So, baby, surrender to me There'll be no holding back now So, baby, surrender to me tonight
I don't want our love to cause you so much pain If this is how it's going to be, I'll walk away Oh, neither one of us should ever say goodbye Let's forget about the past and who's to blame 'Cause when this is all gone We'll wish we'd held on
So, baby, surrender to me There'll be no holding back now So, baby, surrender to me tonight
How could this love be in danger That used to be so good, so right? To think that fate could make us strangers Has thrown me in your arms tonight!
So, baby, surrender to me There'll be no holding back now So, baby, surrender to me tonight So, baby, surrender ...
À Ma Femme ((Italian Version: A Mia Moglie (by Charles Aznavour) Composer(s): Charles Aznavour Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Quand le soc de roc de saisons Sue nos visages et sur nos fronts Aura creusé de lourds sillons De rides Quand nos enfants ayant grandi Auront abandonné le nid Laissant nos curs affaiblis Le vide Quand nos gestes seront plus lents Que nous verrons passé le temps Avec un air étrangement Lucide Quand nous n'aurons plus d'avenir Nous remuerons des souvenirs Terre qui ne peut devenir Aride
Quand à pas lents et incertains Nous visiterons des jardins Qui comme nos fronts seront peints De givre Quand au prix de milliers d'effort Nous chercherons sans doute encore À tuer le temps déjà mort De vivre Quand nous ne serons désormais Que deux vies liées sans projet Nous ouvrirons avec regret Le livre Que nous aurons au fil des ans Écrit sur les pages du temps Ou deux mots manqueront pourtant À suivre
Quand enfin la vie parcourue Prêt a entrer dans l'inconnu Je te regarderai perdue Et blême Quand dans ton regard je verrai Que sans notre amour désormais Tes jours ne seront plus jamais Les mêmes Quand mes yeux ne verront plus rien Que ma main cherchera ta main À l'heure où parler sera un Problème Après avoir accepté Dieu Juste avant de fermer les yeux Encore une fois si je peux Je te dirai comme un adieu
Surrender ((aka I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) (by MxPx) - 2009)) Composer(s): Rick Nielsen First release by: Cheap Trick - 1978 Covered by multiple other artists
Mother told me, yes, she told me I'd meet girls like you She also told me, stay away, you'll never know what you'll catch Just the other day I heard a soldier falling off some Indonesian junk that's going round
Mommy's alright, daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away, ay, ay, ay
Father says, your mother's right, she's really up on things Before we married, mommy served in the wacs in the Philippines Now, I had heard the wacs recruited old maids for the war But mommy isn't one of those, I've known her all these years
Mommy's alright, daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away, ay, ay, ay
Whatever happened to all this season's losers of the year? Ev'ry time I got to thinking, where'd they disappear? When I woke up, mom and dad are rolling on the couch Rolling numbers, rock and rolling, got my kiss records out
Mommy's alright, daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away, ay, ay, ay
Surrender ((aka Come Back to Sorrento (Dean Martin) - 1951; Take Me In Your Arms (Dean Martin) - 1962))
(Adapted from: Torna A Surriento - 1902)
Composer(s): Giambattista De Curtis - Ernesto De Curtis - Doc Pomus - Mort Shuman
Performer(s): Elvis Presley - 1960/1961
and multiple other artists
When we kiss my heart's on fire Burning with a strange desire And I know, each time I kiss you That your heart's on fire too
So, my darling, please surrender All your love so warm and tender Let me hold you in my arms, dear While the moon shines bright above
All the stars will tell the story Of our love and all its glory Let us take this night of magic And make it a night of love
Won't you please surrender to me Your lips, your arms, your heart, dear Be mine forever Be mine tonight
Torna A Surriento - 1902
((English Versions: Come Back To Sorrento (Dean Martin) - 1951;
Surrender (Elvis Presley) - 1960/1961); Take Me In Your Arms (Dean Martin) - 1962))
Composer(s): Giambattista De Curtis - Ernesto De Curtis
Guarda il mare com´e bello! Spira tanto sentimento Come il tuo soave accento Che me desto fa sognar Senti come illeve salle Dai giardini odor d´aranci Un perfumo non v´ha eguale Per chi palpita di amore E tu dice parto addio T´allontani dal mio core Questa terra del amor´ Hai la forza di lasciar Ma non mi fuggir Non dar mi piu tormento Torna a Surriento Non farmi morir
Surfin' U.S.A. ((Adapted from: Route 90 (Clarence Garlowe) - 1954; aka Sweet Little Sixteen (Chuck Berry) - 1958)) ((French Version: Douces Filles De Seize Ans (Johnny Hallyday) - 1963)) Composer(s): Clarence Garlowe - Chuck Bery - Brian Wilson Performer(s): The Beach Boys - 1963 and multiple other artists
If everybody had an ocean Across the U.S.A. Then everybody'd be surfin' Like Californi-a You'd seem 'em wearing their baggies Huarachi sandals too A bushy bushy blonde hairdo Surfin' U.S.A.
You'd catch 'em surfin' at Del Mar Ventura County line Santa Cruz and Trestle Australia's Narrabeen All over Manhattan And down Doheny Way
Everybody's gone surfin' Surfin' U.S.A.
We'll all be planning that route We're gonna take real soon We're waxing down our surfboards We can't wait for June We'll all be gone for the summer We're on surfari to stay Tell the teacher we're surfin' Surfin' U.S.A.
Haggerties and Swamies Pacific Palisades San Onofre and Sunset Redondo Beach L.A. All over La Jolla At Wa'imea Bay
Sweet Little Sixteen ((Adapted from: Route 90 (Clarence Garlowe) - 1954; aka Surfin' U.S.A. (The Beach Boys) - 1963)) ((French Version: Douces Filles De Seize Ans (Johnny Hallyday) - 1963) Composer(s): Clarence Garlowe - Chuck Berry Performer(s): Chuck Berry - 1958 and multiple other artists
They're really rocking in Boston in Philadelphia PA deep in the heart of Texas on down the Frisco Bay All over Saint Louis and down in New Orleans All the cats want to dance with sweet little sixteen
Sweet little sixteen she's just got to have about half a million framed autographs Her wall is filled with pictures she gets them one by one Becomes so excited oh watch her at the run boy. Oh mommy, mommy please may I go You know it's such a sight to see somebody steal the show Oh daddy, daddy I beg of you Please say it to mommy it's alright with you
Sweet little sixteen she's got the grown up blues Tight dresses and lipstick she's sporting in high-heeled boots Oh but tomorrow morning she'll have to change her trend become sweet sixteen and back in class again
They're really rocking in Boston in Philadelphia PA deep in the heart of Texas and down the Frisco Bay All over Saint Louis on down in New Orleans All the cats want to dance with sweet little sixteen
Surfin' U.S.S.R. Composer(s): William Martin Performer(s): Ray Stevens
We got a Soviet sub she's a '79 She's got nuclear reactorand she runs real fine We're loyal to the party and the party line But a sailor's gotta have a little fun sometime
We were out in the Pacific where it's nice and deep When our Sonar operator fell asleep Then a terrible crash waking every hand And we woke up stuck in the California sand
Now here we are Surfin' U.S.S.R. Malibu, U.S.A. With all the movie stars Yah, I'm gettin' kinda tan Gettin' good on guitar Come on honey be my little com' ma sar We don't want no nuclear fight We just wanna have a beach party tonight Whooooooooooooo! (Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo) Whooooooooooooo! (Yo yo yo yo yo yo Yo yo yo yo yo yo)
Thought the girls were bewitchin' back in Moscow 'Til we saw the little hunneys here in Malibu One look through the prescope and we all flipped It was a mutiny aboard the People's Ship
Now here we are Surfin' U.S.S.R. Malibu, U.S.A. With all the movie stars Yah, I'm gettin' kinda tan Gettin' good on guitar Come on honey be my little com' ma sar We don't want no nuclear fight We just wanna have a beach party tonight Whooooooooooooo! (Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo) Whooooooooooooo! (Yo yo yo yo yo yo Yo yo yo yo yo yo)
"Zis" For You, "Zat" For You! Composer(s): Andy Rice; Fred Fischer
La la la la la la la la Whoo! Rosetta Papetta, Papetta Rosetta Have sweethearts everywhere Debonair, she don't care She make all the fellows go mad and go jealous When she makes eyes at me For she's a merry widow And she tell everybody she see
La la la la la la la la Whoo! Rosetta Papetta She walk-a the street-a To get some exercise Fresh young man flirt And then, Rosetta she stop-pa She whistle for Pappa He comes with "sacre bleu?" He grab ze fresh young fellow quick And this is what Pappa he do
"Zis" for you, "Zat" for you "Zis" for my papa La la la la la la La la la la la la For you I sing, I dance, I play But if you "make ze love" I say "Zis" for you "Zat" for you "Zis" for my Papa
Surfin' Bird ((Adapted from: "Papa-Oom-Mow-Mow" and "The Bird's the Word" (by The Rivingtons) - 1963)) ((Italian Version: Papà E Mammà (by Equipe 84) - 1964)) Composer(s): Turner Wilson - Carl White - Alfred Frazier - John Earl Harris Performer(s): The Trashmen - 1963 and multiple other artists
A-well-a everybody's heard about the bird!
B-b-b-bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word! A-well-a bird, bird, bird, the bird is the word! A-well-a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word! A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word! A-well-a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word! A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word! A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word! A-well-a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word! A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word! A-well-a don't you know about the bird? Well, everybody knows that the bird is the word! A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word! A-well-a...
A-well-a everybody's heard about the bird! Bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word! A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word! A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word! A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word! A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word! A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word! A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word! A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word! A-well-a don't you know about the bird? Well, everybody's talking about the bird! A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word!! A-well-a bird...
Zabadak Composer(s): Howard Blaikley; Ken Howard Performer(s): Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick, & Tich; Saragossa Band; The Sorrows
Zabadak, Zabadak Karakakora Kakarakak Zabadak Shai Shai Skagalak Zabadak,... Look for meaning not in words But in the way you're feeling If it's love we'll understand For love is all revealing
Like a rhythm like a spell It sets your soul in motion Love that's sure could rule the world A tide to turn an ocean Zabadak Karakakora Kakarakak Zabadak Shai Shai Skagalak Zabadak, ...
Papà E Mammà ((Adapted from: "Papa-Oom-Mow-Mow" and "The Bird's the Word" (by The Rivingtons) - 1963; aka Surfin' Bird (by The Trashmen) - 1963)) Composer(s): Al Frazier - Turner Wilson - Carl White - John "Sonny" Harris - Shel Shapiro Performer(s): Equipe 84 - 1964
Tì rì tì tì rì tì tì rì tì Pa pa pa pa pa hu ma ma ma Pa pa hum ma ma pa pa hum ma ma Pa pa hum ma ma pa pa hum ma ma Pa pa hum ma ma pa pa hum ma ma Pa pa hum ma ma pa pa hum ma ma Pa pa hum ma ma Un bebè che urla sai che vita gioia huuuuu È un richiamo che fa svegliar nel cuore di papà e mammà Un sentimento di protezione Ma ma ma ma ri pa pa mama huuu Pa ri pa ri pa pa huuuu tì rì tì Pa pa pa pa hum ma ma pa pa hum ma ma pa pa hum ma ma Se però di nuovo comincia a strillare huuuuu Le sue urla faranno finire il sonno di papà e mammà Che lo dovranno riaddormentare Ma ma ma ma ri pa pa mama huuu Pa pi pa pi pa pahuuuu ti ri ti Pa pa pa pa hum ma ma pa pa hum ma ma Pa pa hum ma ma pa pa hum Ti ri ti ti ri ti pa pa pa pa pa ma ma ma Pa pa hum ma ma di di di Pa pa hum ma ma pa pa hum ma ma Di di di pa pa hum ma ma Pa pa hum ma ma di di di Pa pa hum ma ma pa pa hum ma ma Di di di pa pa hum ma ma pa pa hum ma ma Un bebè che urla sai che vita gioia È un richiamo che fa svegliar nel cuore di papà e mammà Un sentimento di protezione ma ma ma ma ri pa pa Mama huuu pa pi pa pi pa pa huuuu Pa pi pa pi pa pa huuuu pa pi pa pi pa pa huuuu
The Bird's The Word ((aka Papa-Oom-Mow-Mow (by The Rivingtons) - 1963; Surfin' Bird (by The Trashmen) - 1963)) ((Italian Version: Papà E Mammà (by Equipe 84) - 1964)) Composer(s): Al Frazier - Turner Wilson - Carl White - John "Sonny" Harris First release by: The Rivingtons - 1962 Covered by multiple other artists
A-well now, everybody's heard about the bird (x2): About the bird, the bird, bird bird bird (this line is backing sung throughout the song) ("Tweet tweet tweet" sung over backing)
Swingin' this dance now to hit the scene It's got the latest groove & it's really clean Haven't you heard about the bird? Don't you know that the bird's the word?
Come on, jump here & get on your knees & get to flappin' your wings, in the west or the east Haven't you heard about the bird? Don't you know that the bird's the word?
Bird, bird, bird, bird, bird
Well, they're dancin' this bird in the east & the west Make this dance & you'll look the best Haven't you heard about the bird? Don't you know that the bird's the word?
Surfer Joe Composer(s): Bob Berryhill - Pat Connolly - Jim Fuller - Ron Wilson Performer(s): The Surfaris and multiple other artists
Down in Doheny where the surfers all go There's a big bleach blondie, named Surfer Joe He's got a green surfboard and a Woody to match And when he's ridin' the freeway's Man, is he hard to catch
Surfer Joe Now, look at him go-o-o-o-o-o Surfer, Surfer, Surfer Joe-o-o Go man go-o-o Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, Surfer Joe
I saw him one day flyin' down the road With tenty-six surfboards And a hundred pound load I knew where he was headin' Tryin' to reach the playground Of the surfer's, Doheny Beach
Surfer Joe Now, look at him go-o-o-o-o-o Surfer, Surfer, Surfer Joe-o-o Go man go-o-o Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, Surfer Joe
He went down to Huntington Beach one week For the annual surfer's convention meet Hangin' five and walkin' the nose And when the meet was over The trophy was Joe's
Surfer Joe Now, look at him go-o-o-o-o-o Surfer, Surfer, Surfer Joe-o-o Go man go-o-o Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, Surfer Joe
Okay let's go!
Surfer Joe joined Uncle Sam's Marines today They stationed him at Pendleton, not far away They cut off his big blonde locks, I'm told And when he went on maneuvers, Joe caught cold
Surfer Joe Now, look at him go-o-o-o-o-o Surfer, Surfer, Surfer Joe-o-o Go man go-o-o Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, Surfer Joe
Now, no, that didn't stop him Or keep him away When the surf was up He still had his day They caught him at the trestle Down by the sea And now, poor Joe is doin' KP
Surfer Joe Now, look at him go-o-o-o-o-o Surfer, Surfer, Surfer Joe-o-o Go man go-o-o Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, Surfer Joe
Zalig Zijn
((Adapted from: Wouldn't It Be Loverly? (by Julie Andrews) - 1956))
((Spanish Version: Ay, Que Gran Felicidad (by Cristina Rojas) - 1958))
Composer(s): Alan Jay Lerner - Frederick Loewe
Performer(s): Margriet de Groot - 1960
Eliza:
Als ik zelf es een kamer had
heel ver weg van de grote stad
en op m'n eige zat ...
O, zou dat niet zalig zijn?
Als ik zelf es een stoofken had
lekker warm en hoe goe was dat
en sjoklatjes at ...
O, zou dat niet zalig zijn?
O, zo zalig gezellig zitte op m'n eigen stoel totdat 'k 't
voorjaar weer ineens heel diep in m'n botten voel
Als er dan iemand komen zou
die zou zeggen "ik hou van auw"
en voor me zorgen wou ...
O, zou dat niet zalig zijn?
... zalig zijn! ... zalig zijn!
... zalig zijn! ... zalig zijn!
Mannen rond het vuur:
En op me eige zat ...
O, zou dat niet zalig zijn?
Als ik zelf es een stoofken had
lekker warm en hoe goed was dat en chocolaatjes at ...
O, zou dat niet zalig zijn?
O, zo zalig gezellig zitten op m'n eigen stoel
totda'k 't voorjaar weer ineens
heel diep in m'n botten voel
Als er dan iemand komen zou
die zou zeggen "ik hou van jou"
en voor me zorgen wou ...
O, zou dat niet zalig zijn?
... zalig zijn! ... zalig zijn!
Als er dan iemand komen zou
die zou zeggen: "ik hou van jou"
en voor mij zorgen wou ...
O, zou dat nou niet zalig zijn?
... zalig zijn! ... zalig zijn!
... zalig zijn! ... zalig zijn!
Surfer Girl ((French Version: Ne Pleure Pas (by Lucky Blondo) - 1963)) Composer(s): Brian Wilson First release by: The Beach Boys - 1963 Covered by multiple other artists
Little surfer little one Made my heart come all undone Do you love me, do you surfer girl Surfer girl my little surfer girl
I have watched you on the shore Standing by the oceans roar Do you love me do you surfer girl Surfer girl surfer girl
We could ride the surf together While our love would grow In my Woody I would take you everywhere I go So I say from me to you I will make your dreams come true Do you love me do you surfer girl Surfer girl my little surfer girl Well Girl surfer girl my little surfer girl Well Girl surfer girl my little surfer girl Well Girl surfer girl my little surfer girl
