Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Los Chacareros De Dragones Composer(s): D.A.R. Performer(s): León Gieco
Alla donde todo aquel septiembre no alcanzo para llevarse la tempestad Alla donde mil poesias gritaron cuando le cortaron al poeta sus manos Uy, uy, uy si hasta el condor lloro
Alla donde muchos pensamientos no tienen palabras ni gritos ni silencios Alla donde quedo estrellada la raiz de un pueblo con sus profetas muertos Uy, uy, uy si hasta el condor lloro
Ai No Corrida Composer(s): Charles Jeremy Jankel - Chas Jankel - Kenny Young - James Kennith Young Performer(s): Quincy Jones
I hold you I touch you
In a maze can't find my way
I think you I drink you
I'm being served you on a tray You see girl that's what I go through every day Is this the way it should feel? Pinch me I'm dreaming But if it is don't let me know I'm drowning don't save me
It's just the way I'd like to go You see girl you thrill me
Half kill me that's what you do Ai no corrida that's were I am
You send me there Your dream is my command Ai no corrida I find myself no other thought
Jusa you and nothing else you and nothing else Before my heart saw you Each day was just another day
Night the lonely interlude just came then blow away You know girl
Everything was come what may until you fell in my life This spell that I'm under has caught me I'm in a daze
Your lightning and thunder sets my poor heart ablaze. You see girl you thrill me
Half kill me that's what you do Ai no corrida that's were I am
Superstar ((Adapted from: Superstar (by Murray Head) - 1970)) Composer(s): Andrew Lloyd Webber - Tim Rice - Herbert Pagani Performer(s): Flora Fauna Cemento - 1970
Lei non c'è, lei non c'è esce con tutti ma non con te
Non ho chiesto che lei fosse pazza di me non ho chiesto che mi desse niente di sé non ho chiesto niente niente niente però il diritto di vederla almeno ce l'ho
So che dietro alla sua bocca c'è il paradiso e sto fuori a chiedere uno straccio di sorriso
non te lo darà si me lo darà ma che pazzo sei amo solo lei
Lei non c'è, lei non c'è esce con tutti ma non con te vieni al bar, vieni al bar e lascia perdere Superstar Superstar credimi, ama far piangere gli uomini Superstar credimi, gode a far piangere gli uomini
(schitarrata)
Ha paura di volermi bene chissà? Ma di un cuore senza amore che se ne fa? E stavolta deve dirmi perché il più brutto dei cretini è meglio di me So che dietro alla sua bocca c'è il paradiso e sto fuori a chiedere uno straccio di sorriso
non te lo darà si me lo darà ma che pazzo sei amo solo lei
Lei non c'è, lei non c'è esce con tutti ma non con te vieni al bar, vieni al bar e lascia perdere Superstar Superstar è così, a chi non l'ama lei dice sì anche tu l'ami un po', ti fa morire, poi dice no
Superstar credimi, ama a far piangere gli uomini Superstar credimi, gode a far piangere gli uomini
Lei non c'è, lei non c'è esce con tutti ma non con te vieni al bar, vieni al bar e lascia perdere Superstar
Los Cazabrujas De Dores Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Los cazadores salen los cazadores bailan los cazadores sueñan con un planeta de brujas por quemar Los cazadores miran los cazadores buscan los cazadores prenden una candela para salvar a Dios
Ahora sale una niña bien correcta y aunque la niña se ha cortado las trenzas los cazadores tiemblan ante aquella belleza Pero uno tiene cara de aberrado y grita dónde está su cinturón de castidad y se le tiran para quemarla en la hoguera -por brujita- para quemarla en la hoguera -pobrecita- para quemarla en la hoguera -ay-
Pero entra nuestro héroe seguido de una pila de mujeres que le dicen canciones y poemas viejos, niños, todos agradecidos El héroe está a la moda pantalones con pliegues zapatos de dos tonos la patilla cortada y el pelito bien corto Y se ríe al ver los cazadores con sus pelos tan largos y sus mallas estrechas arrastrando a la niña a morir en la hoguera en nombre de Dios
Entonces los cazadores enfurecidos sueltan a la niña y se abalanzan sobre nuestro héroe que ya espera en guardia y desarmado Nuestro héroe se mueve rápido, esquiva los espadazos y responde con sus puños limpios y les da uno, dos, tres, cuatro cinco, seis, siete, ocho, nueve diez piñazos bien dados y todos se derrumban
Mientras todos lo aclaman como es natural va y recoge a la niña que ya está desmayada de un beso la despierta y se van muy felices sabiendo que no quedan cazadores de brujas
Los cazadores salen los cazadores bailan los cazadores sueñan con un planeta de brujas por quemar Los cazadores miran los cazadores buscan los cazadores prenden una candela para salvar a Dios
Superman Composer(s): Donna Fargo Performer(s): Donna Fargo
Superman Superman Superman
Now, there you go picking on me again Pushing me to the very end Telling me to move another mountain Well, just 'cause you can walk on water that ain't no sign I can You know your mama should've named you Superman Superman Superman Superman
Now, let's go through this one more time You do your thing and I'll do mine But Honeybaby we gotta draw the line if your hangup is messing with mine All I can do is the best I can to change the ways that you can't stand And if it ain't good enough for Superman, he ain't good enough for me Superman Superman Superman
So you don't have to rub it in Just 'cause you're right and I'm wrong again Sometimes right is just as wrong as wrong is And I ain't never gonna learn how to make it rain I wouldn't if I could for all the bull in Spain But you go right ahead and do it to it Superman Superman Superman Superman
Yeah, let's go through this one more time You do your thing and I'll do mine But Honeybaby we gotta draw the line if your hangup is messing with mine All I can do is the best I can to change the ways that you can't stand And if it ain't good enough for Superman, he ain't good enough for me Superman Superman Superman
Los Campos Verdes Del Mar Composer(s): Victor Heredia Performer(s): Victor Heredia
Yo sabía que era verde verde como el saucedal que era inmenso como el cielo agua plena en soledad pero yo no conocía los campos verdes del mar Aquella tarde de estío el sol jugaba en mi piel y descubrí las arenas primeras antes que el mar El gusto dulce y salado Las brisas que el viento trae Corrí por las playas solo todo quería tocar cabalgar sus altas cumbres la espuma blanca besar ser caracol y olvidarme del mundo y quise ser mar Ser verde dentro del verde ser una ola al romper ser calma, ser mar en furia ser alga rojo coral ser vela en el horizonte ser viento que peina el mar Cuando tuve que volverme nada de mí se volvió quedaron todos mis sueños prendados de su color Y un pedazo de mi vida Siempre a la orilla del mar
Darkest of night With the moon shining bright There's a set goin' strong Lotta things goin' on The man of the hour Has an air of great power The dudes have envied him for so long
Oooh, Superfly You're gonna make your fortune by and by But if you lose, don't ask no questions why The only game you know is Do or Die Ah-ha-ha
Hard to understand What a hell of a man This cat of the slum Had a mind, wasn't dumb But a weakness was shown 'Cause his hustle was wrong His mind was his own But the man lived alone
Oooh, Superfly You're gonna make your fortune by and by But if you lose, don't ask no questions why The only game you know is Do or Die Ah-ha-ha
The game he plays he plays for keeps Hustlin' times and ghetto streets Tryin' ta get over (That's what he tryin' to do, y'all) Taking all that he can take Gambling with the odds of fate Tryin' ta get over Tryin' ta get over Tryin' ta get over Tryin' ta get over Woo, Superfly
The aim of his role Was to move a lot of blow Ask him his dream What does it mean? He woudn't know "Can't be like the rest" Is the most he'll confess But the time's running out And there's no happiness
Oooh, Superfly You're gonna make your fortune by and by But if you lose, don't ask no questions why The only game you know is Do or Die Ah-ha-ha
Superfly Superfly Superfly Superfly
Tryin' ta get over Tryin' ta get over Tryin' ta get over Tryin' ta get over Tryin' ta get over Tryin' ta get over Tryin' ta get over Tryin' ta get over Tryin' ta get over
Los Campanilleros (Traditional) Performer(s): Raphael and multiple other artists
En los campos de mi Andalucía Los campanilleros por la madruga' Me despiertan con sus campanillas Y con las guitarras me hacen llorar Y empiezo a cantar Y al sentirme to' los pajarillos Saltan de las ramas y se echan a volar Toas' las flores de mi campo andaluz Al rallar el día llenan el rocío Con las penas que yo estoy pasando Desde el primer día en que te he conocio Y es que en tu querer Tengo puestos mis cinco sentios Y me vuelvo loco sin poderte ver Pajarillos que estáis en el campo Buscando el amor y la libertad Recordarle a la hembra que quiero Que venga conmigo por la madruga' Que mi corazón Hoy se lo entrego al momento que llegue Cantando las penas que he pasao yo
Supercalifragilistichespiralidoso ((Adapted from: Super-Cali-Fragil-Istic-Expi-Ali-Docious (by Julie Andrews & Dick Van Dyke) - 1964)) ((French Version: Supercalifragilisticexpidelilicieux (by Christiane Legrand & Bob Martin) - 1964)) Composer(s): Richard M. Sherman - Robert B. Sherman Performer(s): Rita Pavone - 1967
E' supercalifragilistichespiralidoso anche se ti sembra che abbia un suono spaventoso se lo dici forte avrai un successo strepitoso supercalifragilistichespiralidoso
E Ambelele ambelela e ambeleleambelela e ambeleleambelela e ambeleleambelela
Ricordo che a tre anni per convincermi a parlar mio padre mi tirava il naso e io giù a lacrimar finchè un bel giorno dissi quel che in mente mi passò rimase così male che mai più ci riprovò
Oh supercalifragilistichespiralidoso anche se ti sembra che abbia un suono spaventoso se lo dici forte avrai un successo strepitoso supercalifragilistichespiralidoso
E Ambelele ambelela e ambeleleambelela e ambeleleambelela e ambeleleambelela
In ghingheri lungo e in largo il mondo è sempre ovunque va la sua parola magica gli dà notorietà
Coi duchi e i maragià coi mandarini e i vicerè mi basta appena dirla che mi invitan per il the oh supercalifragilistichespiralidoso anche se ti sembra che abbia un suono spaventoso se lo dici forte avrai un successo strepitoso supercalifragilistichespiralidoso
Los Buenos Tiempos Composer(s): Fito Páez Performer(s): Fito Páez
Cuando estoy mal o estoy en blue cuando no veo ni un cachito de luz me voy al piano a tocar después me pongo a bailar y a recordar los buenos tiempos en los clubs yo no sabia masticar perdí los dientes y dieron el DAF y me pusieron un joint un Moog, un Crumar y un Rhodes y llego Moya con la Emi-Odeon
Y así los tiempos y así los tiempos comenzaron a andar y así las ruedas y así las ruedas empezaron a girar y algo a pasar
No soy de aquí ni soy de allá y soy canalla desde mi mas tierna edad yo te podría decir que nos marchemos de aquí pero me quedo hasta cobrar s a d a i c
Y así los tiempos y así los tiempos comenzaron a andar y así las ruedas y así las ruedas empezaron a girar y algo a pasar
Cuando estoy down y estoy en blue y ya no quiero mas cargar esta cruz me voy al piano a tocar después me pongo a bailar y a recordar los buenos tiempos en los clubs
Y después solo quiero solamente quiero verte sola y apagar la luz
Supercalifragilisticexpidelilicieux ((Adapted from: Super-Cali-Fragil-Istic-Expi-Ali-Docious (by Julie Andrews & Dick Van Dyke) - 1964)) ((Italian Version: Supercalifragilistichespiralidoso (by Rita Pavone) - 1967)) Composer(s): Richard M. Sherman - Robert B. Sherman - René Lucades Performer(s): Christiane Legrand & Bob Martin - 1964
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay Supercalifragilisticexpidelilicieux Ce mot est un vrai calvaire pour les palais chatouilleux Mais si vous le dite après, vous devenez prodigieux Supercalifragilisticexpidelilicieux
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay Quand j'était un petit garçon, je bégayait sans cesse Mon papa me conduisit chez une doctoresse Qui, pour corriger cette maladresse Me fit prononcer ces mots à toute vitesse
Oh, Supercalifragilisticexpidelilicieux Ce mot est un vrai calvaire pour les palais chatouilleux Mais si vous le dite après, vous devenez prodigieux Supercalifragilisticexpidelilicieux!
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay Que vous soyez épicière, vicomtesse ou douairière Marie-Chantal ou Gigi, la fille de la pâtissière Ce mot prononcé d'un coup fait tomber les barrières Si vous la dite gentiment sans chichi ni manières
Oh, Supercalifragilisticexpidelilicieux Ce mot est un vrai calvaire pour les palais chatouilleux Mais si vous le dite après, vous devenez prodigieux Supercalifragilisticexpidelilicieux
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay Quand vous ne pouvez pas payer votre tiers provisionnel Vous allez voir l'inspecteur et d'un air spirituel Vous lui dites: "je vais vous apprendre un mot inhabituelle" Alors là, ça fait plus riche et beaucoup plus actuel
Supercalifragilisticexpidelilicieux Ce mot est un vrai calvaire pour les palais chatouilleux Mais si vous le dites après, vous devenez prodigieux Supercalifragilisticexpidelilicieux
Los Atacantes Del Amor Composer(s): Miguel Mateos Performer(s): Miguel Mateos
Rojo cielo, van a llegar los atacantes del amor a liberar las cárceles de la luna No, no sé por qué dijiste adiós no, y no esperaste la invasión
Dejaste aquí tu zeppelin, tu escafandra o acaso es que te has vuelto invisible para mí, sólo para mí No, no sé por qué dijiste adiós el cielo estaba entre los dos
Fusilando la ternura están asaltando las calles pero quién, quién vio a mi amor quién vio a mi amor
Si el tiempo fuera circular yo empezaría a girar hasta volvernos a encontrar sin prisas, sin miedos
Los atacantes del amor bailan a mi alrededor tengo que encontrar la pared disparan al cuerpo
Los atacantes del amor bailan a mi alrededor te empujan contra la pared disparan al cuerpo
Los atacantes del amor bailan a mi alrededor tengo que encontrar la pared disparan al cuerpo ...
Super-Cali-Fragil-Istic-Expi-Ali-Docious Composer(s): Richard M. Sherman - Robert B. Sherman First performance/First release by: Julie Andrews & Dick Van Dyke - 1964 Covered by multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages: 1964 - Supercalifragilisticexpidelilicieux (by Christiane Legrand & Bob Martin) 1967 - Supercalifragilistichespiralidoso (by Rita Pavone)
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! Even though the sound of it Is something quite atrocious If you say it loud enough You'll always sound precocious Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay Because I was afraid to speak When I was just a lad My father gave me nose a tweak And told me I was bad But then one day I learned a word That saved me aching nose The biggest word I ever heard And this is how it goes:
Oh, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! Even though the sound of it Is something quite atrocious If you say it loud enough You'll always sound precocious Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay So when the cat has got your tongue There's no need for dismay Just summon up this word And then you've got a lot to say But better use it carefully Or it may change your life One night I said it to me girl And now me girl's my wife!
Super Skier Composer(s): Bob Gibson - Rieser Performer(s): The Chad Mitchell Trio
Well, they called him Super Skier As he sat around the sundeck For he swore that he would never take a spill When they finally brought him down They had to use three toboggans To carry all the pieces down the hill
Chorus: He was comin' down that slope Doin' ninety miles an hour When he caught an edge of his ski Well, his clothes, they were fast But the slopes, they were faster That's the last of Super Skier we shall see Well, he hollered, "What the hell!" As he lined them parallel He figured there was nothing more to learn (Oh, no...) And as he started on his way He shouted, "Ondelay!" Assuming that he'd never have to turn Well, he was slippin' down that slope Doin' ninety miles an hour When a mogul flipped him in the air His jumping form was fine Until he ran into that pine And two one-legged skiers left from there
(repeat chorus)
When he left that tree at last He was moving twice as fast Both halves were skimming moguls like a feather He said, "If I must be A split personality How can I ever keep my knees together?" One ski was headed north And the other headed west 'Cause both of them, you see, were running freer And folks up on Little Nell Looked up, scared as hell Said, "It's a bird" "No, it's a plane" "It's Super Skier!" (No, uh, it's a bird)
(repeat chorus)
Now the moral of my story (Though my story's kinda gory) For all you sundeck Charlies, there's still hope You buy the fastest clothes you can Then talk skiing like a man But don't let people catch you on the slope!
Coming Into Los Angeles Composer(s): Arlo Guthrie First release by: Arlo Guthrie - 1969 Covered by multiple other artists
Coming in from London From over the pole Flying in a big airliner Chickens flying everywhere around the plane Could we ever feel much finer?
Coming into Los Angeles Bringing in a couple of keys Don't touch my bags if you please Mister Customs Man
There's a guy with a ticket to Mexico No, he couldn't look much stranger Walking in the hall with his things and all Smiling, said he was the Lone Ranger
Coming into Los Angeles Bringing in a couple of keys Don't touch my bags if you please Mister Customs Man
Hip woman walking on a moving floor Tripping on the escalator There's a man in the line And she's blowing his mind Thinking that he's already made her
Coming into Los Angeles Bringing in a couple of keys Don't touch my bags if you please Mister Customs Man
Coming in from London From over the pole Flying in a big airliner Chickens flying everywhere around the plane Could we ever feel much finer?
Coming into Los Angeles Bringing in a couple of keys Don't touch my bags if you please Mister Customs Man
Los Amantes Composer(s): Manuel Alejandro Performer(s): Raphael and multiple other artists
Los amantes se van Riendo se van porque no los entienden Y se van del lugar, de aquella ciudad donde vivieron siempre Los amantes se van Contentos se van a un rincón de la Tierra Da lo mismo el lugar ¿qué importa el lugar? Mientras vivan tan cerca Los amantes se marchan porque nadie perdona Que se quieran así, que se adoren así Como ellos se adoran Cada día comienzan un nuevo idilio Cada día terminan un gran amor Juntos van porque quieren mañana y tarde No hay cadenas que obliguen a los amantes Cada día comienzan un nuevo idilio Cada día terminan un gran amor Juntos van porque quieren mañana y tarde No hay cadenas que obliguen a los amantes Los amantes jamás pudieron Guardar un recuerdo de boda Nadie tuvo que hacer ni de amigo y de juez Y brindar por la novia Los amantes no juran un amor para siempre Que el amor es amor y no obligación Como piensa la gente
