Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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A Tua Presença Composer(s): Caetano Veloso Performer(s): Sergio Pires & Bobby Broom
A tua presença Entra pelos sete buracos Da minha cabeça A tua presença Pelos olhos, bocas, narinas e orelhas A tua presença Paralisa o meu momento A tua presença
A tua presença Desintegra e atualiza A minha presença A tua presença Envolve meu tronco Meus braços e minhas pernas A tua presença É branca, verde, vermelha Azul e Amarela A tua presença É negra, é negra, é negra, é negra A tua presença
A tua presença Transborda pelas portas e pelas janelas A tua presença Silencia os automóveis E as motocicletas A tua presença Se espalha no campo derrubando as cercas A tua presença
A tua presença A tudo que se come Tudo que se reza A tua presença Coagula o jorro da noite sangrenta A tua presença É a coisa mais bonita Em toda natureza A tua presença Mantém sempre teso O arco da promessa A tua presença É negra, é negra, é negra, é negra A tua presença
War Child Composer(s): Ian Anderson Performer(s): Jethro Tull; The London Symphony Orch.
I'll take you down to that bright city mile there to powder your sweet face and paint on a smile that will show all of the pleasures and none of the pain when you join my explosion and play with my games War Child dance the days, and dance the nights away No unconditional surrender; no armistice day each night I'll die in my contentment and lie in your grave While you bring me water and I give you wine let me dance in your tea-cup and you shall swim in mine War Child dance the days, and dance the nights away Open your windows and I'll walk through your doors Let me live in your country --- let me sleep by your shores War Child dance the days, and dance the nights away
Não é veneno A tua boca Quando chama a luz do dia Quando diz que a chama é pouca Quando ama tão vadia Se reclama ser tão pouca A outra boca que esvazia Quando beija ou abandona Quando clama entre as chamas Quando chia Quando pia entre as ramas Quando adoça é como ardia Não é veneno quando mata Quando salva e quando adia Quando louca Não é veneno a tua boca Quando é coisa de magia
Quando cobra que se enrosca Quando água que se afoga Quando forca que alivia
In the mornin' when you wake up you've got planes flyin' in the sky Flying bombs made to break up all the lights in your eyes
There's a man who says he can put an end to war They shot George Wallace down, he'll never walk around mines are sleepin' in the sea Blow those bridges down and burn that jungle down kill those Vietnamese
There's a man who says he can put an end to war In the mornin' when you wake up you've got planes flyin' in the sky Flying bombs made to break up all the lights in your eyes There's a man who says he can put an end to war
A Trick Of The Tail Composer(s): Tony Banks Performer(s): Genesis
Bored of the life on the city of gold He'd left and let nobody know Gone were the towers he had known from a child Alone with the dream of a life He travelled the wide open road The blinkered arcade In search of another to share in his life Nowhere Everyone looked so strange to him
They've got no horns and they've got no tail They don't even know of our existence Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold That lies in the deep distance, he cried
And wept as they led him away to a cage Beast that can talk, read the sign The creatures they pushed and they prodded his frame And questioned his story again But soon they grew bored of their prey Beast that can talk? More like a freak or publicity stunt Oh No
They've got no horns and they've got no tail They don't even know of our existence Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold That lies in the deep distance, he cried
And broke down the door of the cage and marched on out He grabbed a creature by the scruff of his neck, pointing out There, beyond the bounds of you weak imagination Lie the noble towers of my city, bright and gold Let me take you there, show you a living story Let me show you others such as me Why did I ever leave?
They've got no horns and they've got no tail They don't even know of our existence Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold That lies in the deep distance, he cried And wept
And so we set out with the best and his horns And his crazy description of home After many days journey we came to a peak Where the beast gazed abroad and cried out We followed his gaze and we thought that maybe we saw A spire of gold - no, a trick of the eye that's all But the beast was gone and a voice was heard
They've got no horns and they've got no tail They don't even know of our existence Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold That lies in the deep distance
War Composer(s): Barrett Strong; Norman Whitfield Performer(s): Edwin Starr
Oh no-there's got to be a better way Say it again There's got to be a better way-yeah What is it good for? War has caused unrest Among the younger generation
Induction then destruction Who wants to die? War-huh What is it good for? Absolutely nothing Say it again War-huh What is it good for? Absolutely nothing
Yeah War-I despise 'Cos it means destruction Of innocent lives War means tears To thousands of mothers how When their sons go off to fight And lose their lives I said War-huh It's an enemy of all mankind No point of war 'Cos you're a man War has caused unrest Among the younger generation
Give it to me one time-now Give it to me one time-now War has shattered Many young men's dreams We've got no place for it today They say we must fight to keep our freedom But Lord, there's just got to be a better way It ain't nothing but a heartbreaker War Friend only to the undertaker War War War-Good God, now Now Give it to me one time now Now now What is it good for?
A Tree In The Park Composer(s): Lorenz Hart - Richard Rodgers Performer(s): Helen Morgan and multiple other artists
When the noisy town lets its windows down Little slaves are free at night Then we'll soon retreet from the busy street Till the crowds are out of sight There's a rendezvous for lovers Where we two can play Very near your door, In the city's core But it seems a millions miles away
Meet me underneath our little tree in the park No one else around, but you and me in the dark Just five minutes from your door-step I'll wait for your step to come along And the city's roar becomes a song
While I'm waiting, I discover more in your charms Suddenly I turn around and your in my arms And if there's a moon above you I'll carve "I Love You" upon the bark Underneath our little tree, inside the park
We'll make ev'ry bough shake, and wonder how Two could be so nearly one Ev'ry blade of grass sadly sighs, "Alas!" Grass can never have such fun In the desert town's oasis We'll love 'neath the tree It can't be amiss if the birdies kiss We're as good as birds, aren't we?
A Tree In The Meadow Composer(s): Billy Reid Performer(s): Margaret Whiting and multiple other artists
There's a tree in the meadow With a stream drifting by And carved upon that tree I see "I love you till I die" I will always remember The love in your eye The day you carved upon that tree "I love you till I die" But further on down lovers' lane A silhouette I see I know you're kissing someone else I wish that it were me By that tree in the meadow My thoughts always lie And wherever you go, you'll always know I love you till I die
Wanted Man Composer(s): Bob Hilliard; Lee J. Pockriss Performer(s): Frankie Laine
Bullet in my shoulder Blood runnin' down my vest Twenty in the posse and they're never Gonna let me rest
Till I became a wanted man I never even owned a gun But now they hunt me like a mountain cat And I'm always, always, always on the run
I killed poor Jed Kline in bad Laredo fight Killed him with my bare hands for the girl I loved that night Jed's brother's out to get me He's comin' with a gang But I'd rather shoot it out, by God Than let 'em watch me hang
Bullet in my shoulder!! Blood runnin' down my vest Twenty in the posse!! And they're never gonna let me rest Till I became a wanted man I never even owned a gun But now they hunt me like a mountain cat And I'm always (always), always (always), always on the run
She had spangles on her red dress She had laughter in her voice When he tried to put his hands on her My heart left me no choice But was she really worth it? Well, I guess I'll never know She'll be drinking someone else's rye When I'm six feet below
Bullet in my shoulder!! Blood runnin' down my vest Twenty in the posse!! And they're never gonna let me rest Till I became a wanted man I never even owned a gun But now they hunt me like a mountain cat And I'm always (always), always (always), always on the run
À Travers Elle, Tu T'aimes Composer(s): Claude Moine - Pierre Papadianmandis Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
J'ai r'péré, l'endroit est "classe" T'entendrais voler un fax Détends-toi, cool, sois relax "Garçon !... la carte !... " alors, dis-moi c' qui s'passe
J'en suis sûr, tu vas me dire qu'un' fois d' plus elle t'a laissé tomber C'est pas pour m' vanter, pour dire, mais faudra bien t'y habituer
Quand j' te parle, tu n'entends rien Tu t' répands dans ton chagrin Tu monologues, j' me mets sur "pause" On est deux mais y a qu' toi qui cause
Toi tu as la prétention d'être modeste, facile à gérer J' la connais pas, j'imagine, un' saint faut t' respirer
À travers elle, tu t'aimes, tout en toi te passionne Si t'es si malheureux tu n' f'ras le bonheur de personne À travers elle, tu t'aimes, tout en toi te passionne Si t'es malheureux tu n' f'ras le bonheur de personne
Tu n' perds pas le sens du pratique Même dans les moments les plus critiques T'as pensé à m'inviter... merci... Mais t'as oublié ton chéquier
Je te fais don de mon crédit toutes les fois où t'as b'soin d' moi Je crois comm' ça qu'on est quitte, que ça n'arrive qu'à toi
À travers elle, tu t'aimes, tout en toi te passionne Si t'es si malheureux tu n' f'ras le bonheur de personne À travers elle, tu t'aimes, tout en toi te passionne Si t'es malheureux tu n' f'ras le bonheur de personne
À Tout Jamais Composer(s): Charles Aznavour Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Quand nous aurons fermé les yeux À tout jamais, à tout jamais À l'instant du dernier adieu J'en aurai encore du regret J'en aurai encore du remords Et partirai avec ma peine Et pour peu que je me souvienne Ce mal n'en sera que plus fort Car nous avons fermé nos coeurs À tout jamais, à tout jamais Pour remplacer tant de bonheur Par du chagrin et des regrets
Lorsque les siècles bout à bout À tout jamais, à tout jamais Aurons mis le passé sur nous Et que l'oubli sera complet S'il reste encore une lueur S'il reste encore un rien de flamme Sous la cendre tiède de l'âme Qui paraît-il jamais ne meurt Pour trouver le calme infini À tout jamais, à tout jamais Tout comme au temps de notre vie Mon amour je te chercherai T'appellerai Te trouverai Te garderai À tout jamais
À Tout Casser Composer(s): G. Aber - Johnny Hallyday - T. Brown Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
À plein gaz il faut choisir dans la vie Je ne veux pas marcher au ralenti Pour gagner je prends tous les raccourcis Si je gagne un jour alors vous direz
Il est à tout casser Il est à tout casser À tout casser
En amour je ne fais pas de roman Comme je suis on me laisse on me prend Mais comme pour ma moto à cent pour cent Il faut aimer ça pour vivre avec moi
L'amour a tout cassé L'amour a tout cassé L'amour L'amour a tout cassé
L'amour a tout cassé L'amour a tout cassé
À plein gaz je préfère ma liberté Tout ou rien mais jamais la moitié Ce qui est moi faut pas y toucher Dans ces moments là toujours malgré moi
J'arrive à tout casser J'arrive à tout casser J'arrive à tout casser J'arrive à tout casser À tout casser
Want More Composer(s): Aston Barrett Performer(s): Bob Marley & The Wailers
Now you get what you want Do you want more? (want more) Now you get what you want Do you want more? (want more)
You think it's the end But it's just the beginning You think it's the end But it's just the beginning Go down back-biter, down back-bite; down back-biter, down back-bite! Down back-biter, down back-biter; down back-biter, down back-bite!
They stab you in the back And they claim that you're not looking But Jah have them in the region In the valley of decision They stab you in the back And they claim that you're not looking But Jah have them in the region In the valley of decision In the valley of decision Go down back-biter, down back-bite, down back-biter, down back-bite!
Now you get, what you want Do you want more? Now you get, what you want Do you want more? Now you get, what you want Do you want more? You think it's the end Do you want more?
Go down back-biter, down back-bite, down back-biter, down back-bite! Go down back-biter, down back-bite, down back-biter, down back-bite!
They stab you in the back And they claim that you're not looking But Jah have them in the region In the valley of decision Now: what you want? Want more? Want more? Now: what you get? Want more? Want more? Now - Now: do you want more? You think it's the end: (think it's the end) Do you want more? (want more) (you think it's the end)
(Now: what you want? Want more? Want more? Now: what you get? Want more? Want more?)
A Touch Of Texas Composer(s): Jimmy McHugh - Frank Loesser Performer(s): Marcy McGuire, Harold Peary, Peter Lind Hayes, Victor Mature
McGuire: Headin' for that depot Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Headin' for that depot And here's the reason why
Ensemble: Why, gal why?
McGuire: Got a touch of Texas in my talk I got too much of Texas in my talk Oh, this place will be my ruin Ki-yi-yip-pin' and wahooin' Oh, take me back to Noo Yawk! Got a touch of Texas in my hair Got too much of Texas in my hair Yes, the sand from Amarillo Keeps a scratchin' on my pillow Oh, take me back to Times Square! For I've seen ev'ry part of Ev'ry part of What I'm deep in the heart of
Got a touch of Texas in my walk Got too much of Texas in my walk Oh, the sage may be a-bloomin' But for miles there's nothin' human Take me back to Noo Yawk!
Headin' for that depot Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Headin' for that depot And here's the reason why
Hayes: Now wait a minute si You've got a touch of Texas in your walk
Peary: Got too much of Texas in your walk
McGuire: I rode a bronco down in Dallas So be careful of my callus Take me back to Noo Yawk!
Peary: Hold on, chum, you got Texas on your brain, yeah
Hayes: Yeah, too much Texas on your brain
McGuire: Oh, the brush that's full of rabbits Got me in these jumpin' habits Put me back on that train! For I've seen ev'ry part of
[Clap-clap-clap-clap]
Just what I'm deep in the heart of That's why I'm headin' for the depot Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Mature: You'll never make the depot And here's the reason why You got too much of Texas in you, gal
McGuire: And that's too much of Texas for me, pal
Hayes: I reckon I will have to stop you If'n you move, I'll have to drop you
Peary: Get back in your corral
Mature: You got too much Texas in your talk
McGuire: I got too much of Texas in my walk But the funny part about it Is that I can do without it Don't take me back, don't take me back Oh, please don't Take me back to New York!
Got a touch of Texas in my face Got too much of Texas in my face Oh, that sunshine in Laredo Got it like a ripe tomato Oh, take me out of this place!
Want Ads Composer(s): General Johnson; Barney Perkins; Greg Perry Performer(s): Honey Cone; Taylor Dayne; Hattie Littles
Wanted, young man single and free Experience in love preferred, but will accept a young trainee Oh I'm gonna put it in the want ads, I need a love that's true Gonna put it in the want ads, my man and I are through
At home I find myself, lost and all alone My man is playing the field, the thrill is gone He stays out all night, says he's with the boys But lipstick on his collar, perfume on it too Tells me he's been lying, tell ya what I'm gonna do I'm gonna put it in the want ads, this girl's in misery Gonna put it in the want ads, somebody rescue me
I spend my nights alone, cryin' bitter tears Although I cry aloud, nobody really hears And when I need him most, he's never by my side He's either playing cards, or drinking at the bar He thinks that I'm a fool, I'm going to the evening news Gonna put it in the want ads, I need somebody new Gonna put it in the want ads, my man and I are through
Extra extra, read all about it, wanted, young man single and free Experience in love preferred, but will accept a young trainee
Extra extra, read all about it, wanted, young man single and free Experience in love preferred, but will accept a young trainee
Oh I'm gonna put it in the want ads, I need somebody new Gonna put it in the want ads, my man and I are through Gonna put it in the want ads, this girl's in misery Gonna put it in the want ads, please somebody rescue me
Lipstick on his collar, perfume on it too Tells me he's been lying, I'm going to the evening new Gonna put it in the want ads, I need somebody new Gonna put it in the want ads, my man and I are through Gonna put it in the want ads, this girl's in misery Gonna put it in the want ads, please somebody rescue me