Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Alexander Graham Bell Composer(s): Mike Chapman - Nicky Chinn Performer(s): Sweet
A candle flickers in a window Two thousand miles away she waits there There's a young man thinking by a window How was she to know just how much he cared
He always knew just what he could do He always knew that his dream would come true
Alexander Graham Bell, well, he knew darned well That he could find the only way to talk across the USA Telephone, telephone, never be on your own
Many, many years ago He started something with his first "Hello, hello"
Alexander Graham Bell Alexander Graham Bell Alexander Graham, Alexander Graham Alexander Graham Bell
The sun rises early in the morning Millions of people still unaware Of something he discovered without warning So he could show a girl just how much he cared
He always knew just what he could do He always knew that his dream would come true
Alexander Graham Bell, well, he knew darned well That he could find the only way to talk across the USA Telephone, telephone, never be on your own
Many, many years ago He started something with his first "Hello, hello"
Alexander Graham Bell Alexander Graham Bell
Alexander Graham Bell, well, he knew darned well That he could find the only way to talk across the USA Telephone, telephone, never be on your own
Many, many years ago He started something with his first "Hello, hello"
Alexander Graham Bell, well, he knew darned well That he could find the only way to talk across the USA Telephone, telephone, never be on your own
Many, many years ago He started something with his first "Hello, hello"
Where Do You Go From Here Composer(s): Sammy King Performer(s): Houghton Weavers
Arthur Edward Pickersgill Workin' 'ard at mill Sorting out the bales The ones to empty and to fill It's Sat'day night, he's rushing home To check his football pools While Chelsea won and let him down And so did Hartlepools
So off at dawn on Monday morn Working for his rent Money's hard to come by And half's already spent 'Cause Billy wants a pair of shoes And Tilly wants a dress And Freda wants some curling pins She says her hair's a mess
And so, where do you go from here Where in life do you belong You've work so hard throughout your life To make your country great And now it runs away from you Leaving you behind and out of date
Every week your Sunday joint's No bigger than your thumb With eight of us to share it And that's not including Mum But first you've got to find it And the kids are lookin' out It's there, Dad, in the processed peas Behind that Brussels sprout
And Freda's getting married soon You'll 'ave to pay for do Invitin' all the folks we know Will cost a bob or two And after all the toastin' And the speeches and the gags It's back to working overtime And rolling your own fags
And so, where do you go from here Where in life do you belong You fought for King and Country And your comrades in the war And is it any different now You're fighting to exist just like before
And so, where do you go from here Life's inclined to hurry by Your clogs went out with ration books But still you carry on, forever if you can 'Cause you're the kind of man who can't Afford to die
I had a little beetle So that beetle was his name And I called him Alexander And he answered just the same And I put him in a matchbox And I kept him all the day But nanny let my beetle out Yes nanny let my beetle out She went and let my beetle out And beetle ran away
She said she didn't mean it And I never said she did She said she wanted matches And she just took off the lid She said I mustn't worry And I really mustn't mind That there's lots and lots of beetles The she's certain we could find She said I mustn't worry But it's difficult to catch An excited sort of beetle You've mistaken for a match
If we looked in all the places That a beetle might be near And we made the kind of noises That a beetle likes to hear And I heard a kind of something And I gave a sort of shout It was a beetle house And Alexander beetle coming out It was Alexander beetle I'm as certain as can be And he had that kind of look as though He thought it might be me
And he had that kind of look as though He thought he ought to say "I'm really very sorry that I tried to run away" And nanny's very sorry too Cause you know what she did And she's writing Alexander Very blackly on the lid So nan and me are friends because It's difficult to catch An excited Alexander You've misstaken for a match
Alex Chilton Composer(s): Paul Westerberg - Chris Mars - Tommy Stinson First release by: The Replacements - 1987
If he was from Venus, would he feed us with a spoon? If he was from Mars, wouldn't that be cool? Standing right on campus, would he stamp us in a file? Hangin' down in Memphis all the while
Children by the million sing for Alex Chilton when he comes 'round They sing "I'm in love What's that song? I'm in love with that song"
Cerebral rape and pillage in a village of his choice Invisible man who can sing in a visible voice Feeling like a hundred bucks, exchanging good lucks face to face Checkin' his stash by the trash at St. Mark's place
Children by the million sing for Alex Chilton when he comes 'round They sing "I'm in love What's that song? I'm in love with that song"
I never travel far, without a little Big Star
Runnin' 'round the house, Mickey Mouse and the Tarot cards Falling asleep with a flop pop video on If he was from Venus, would he meet us on the moon? If he died in Memphis, then that'd be cool, babe
Children by the million sing for Alex Chilton when he comes 'round They sing "I'm in love What's that song? I'm in love with that song"
Where Do We Go From Here? Composer(s): Howard John; Percy Wenrich Performer(s): Judy Garland
Paddy Mack drove a hack Up and down Broadway Pat had one expression and he'd use it every day Any time he'd grab a fare, to take them for a ride Paddy Jumped upon the seat, cracked his whip and cried
One fine day on Broadway Pat was driving fast When the street was blown to pieces by a subway blast Down the hole poor Paddy went, a thinkin' of his past Then he says, says he, I think these words will be my last
First of all, at the call When the war began Pat enlisted in the army as a fighting man When the drills began, they'd walk a hundred miles a day Tho the rest got tired Paddy always used to say
Where do we go from here boys Where do we go from here? Anywhere from Harlem to a Jersey City pier When Pat would spy a pretty girl, he'd whisper in her ear "Oh joy, Oh boy Where do we go from here?"
Where do we go from here boys Where do go from here? Paddy's neck was in the wreck but still he had nor fear He saw a dead man next to him and whispered in his ear "Oh joy, Oh boy Where do we go from here?"
Where do we go from here boys Where do we go from here? Slip a pill to Kaiser Bill and make him shed a tear And when we see the enemy we'll shoot in the rear "Oh joy, Oh boy Where do we go from here?"
Alevosía Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute; Milton Cortez
Más que amor, lo que siento por ti es el mal de] animal no la terquedad del jabalí ni la furia del chacal... Es el alma que se encela con instinto criminal es amar, hasta que duela como un golpe de puñal... ay, amor, ay, dolor... Yo te quiero con alevosía...
Necesito confundir tu piel con el frío del metal 0 tal vez con el destello cruel de un fragmento de cristal... Quiero que tus sentimientos sean puro mineral polvo de cometa al viento del espacio sideral ... ay, amor, ay, dolor ... yo te quiero con alevosía
Nada envidio a la voracidad de tu amante más letal ella espera tu fatalidad yo pretendo lo inmortal el espíritu que habita tu belleza más carnal esa luz que resucita el pecado original... ay, amor, ay, dolor. . yo te quiero con alevosía...
Where Do The Holes Go In Doughnuts Composer(s): R. Carlson Performer(s): Billy James
My father was a baker And oh, how he could bake His bread was heavy laden Aa also was his cake
He surely knew his business That's how he made his dough But often he would say to me Here's what I'd like to know...
Where do the holes go in doughnuts When we eat the doughnuts up? I've tried to find out the answer Ever since Hector was a pup (Woof woof!)
Now, I know where mosquitos go in winter And I know it hurts to sit down on a splinter But tell me, where do the holes go in doughnuts When we eat the doughnuts up?
Além Do Cansaço Composer(s): Petrúcio Maia - Brandão Performer(s): Raimundo Fagner
Quando não houver mais música no ar Nem houver sorrisos em volta Quando nada na tarde morta Além do cansaço da vida falar Quando o cigarro irritar a garganta E a bebida os lábios queimar E a presença de alguém que ainda canta Não consiga no peito cantar Quando a rua, a casa e a porta Não mais falem de ir ou chegar
Quando não mais houver poesia Na triste canção de uma mesa de bar É preciso entender que perdida Pela vida uma estrada caminha E que uma cidade sozinha Não comporta a procura da vida É preciso sair pelo mundo Procurando somente encontrar É preciso alcançar a aurora Que a noite teimou em fazer não chegar É preciso entender que a vida Quer um jeito de resistir E é preciso saber que agora Aurora não pode esperar por vir
Where Do The Children Play? Composer(s): Cat Stevens Performer(s): Cat Stevens; and various other artists
Well I think it's fine, building jumbo planes Or taking a ride on a cosmic train Switch on summer from a slot machine yes, Get what you want to if you want, 'cause you can get anything I know we've come a long way We're changing day to day But tell me, where do the children play? Well you roll on roads over fresh green grass For your lorry loads pumping petrol gas And you make them long, and you make them tough But they just go on and on, and it seems that you can't get off Oh, I know we've come a long way We're changing day to day But tell me, where do the children play? Well you've cracked the sky, scrapers fill the air But, will you keep on building higher 'til there's no more room up there? Will you make us laugh, will you make us cry? Will you tell us when to live, will you tell us when to die? I know we've come a long way We're changing day to day But tell me, where do the children play?
Llévame contigo a la cumbre más alta para tentarme con mil ciudades de oro y carne que pondré a tus pies Aparta de mí tus labios son puñales sus palabras traidoras acércame todos sus besos que me matan dulcemente en el silencio Condéname por los siglos de los siglos a vivir clavado a tu cuerpo apasionado así podrán nuestras almas redimiese de la condena eterna Flagélame si merezco penitencia somos la herida mis llagas serán los surcos que encauzarán tus iras Ponme, si es nobleza lo que obliga la corona de espinas la sangre que mane de mis sueños purificará tus pensamientos Enjúgame el sudor y las lágrimas con tu mirada que quede eternamente en tus pupilas grabado el rostro de quien más te amó Si no supone una cruz sobre tus hombros ayúdame a soportar este ingrávido peso que me aferra al centro de tu gravedad Expóliame, si el deseo te lo exige desnúdame ante ti te ofreceré mi cuerpo en sacrificio de amor y muerte Crucifícame, si no te tiembla el pulso crucifícame; pero hazlo con los clavos de tus ojos, con los golpes de tu corazón Recógeme en tu regazo cuando caiga te lo suplico junto a tu vientre consumado mi bien amada te encomendaré mi espíritu Aleluya
Where Do I Go From Here? Composer(s): Parker McGee Performer(s): Barry Manilow
Autumn days lying on a bed of leaves Watching clouds up through the trees You said our love was more than time But it's colder now The trees are bare and the nights are long Can't get warm since you've been gone I can't stop singing sad songs
Where do I go from here Tell me where do I go from here You said you'd take me through the years So where do I go from here
Lover's plans like fallen leaves on windy days Flutter past and they fly away I thought I knew you oh so well And I need you now I need to feel you in the night I need your smile so warm and bright I wish my mind could let you go
Where do I go from here Tell me where do I go from here You said you'd take me through the years So where do I go from here
Where do I go from here Tell me where do I go from here You said you'd take me through the years So where do I go from here You said that you'd take me through the years So where do I go from here
Aleluya nº1 Una lágrima en la mano un suspiro muy cercano una historia que termina una piel que no respira una nube desgarrada una sangre derramada aleluya
Gritos mudos que suplican una tierra que palpita la sonrisa de un recuerdo la mentira de un te quiero unos cuerpos que se anudan una niña que pregunta aleluya
Mil silencios de un olvido un amor que se ha perdido tres guirnaldas en el pelo el aliento de unos besos el perdón de los pecados unos pies que están clavados aleluya
La razón de la locura una luz de luna oscura unos ojos en la noche una voz que no se oye una llama que se apaga una vida que se acaba aleluya
Sombras sobre luces en la clara oscuridad de este mundo absurdo que no sabe adónde va aleluya, aleluya, aleluya
Una madre que amamanta tengo seca la garganta el color de un tiempo abierto un mañana siempre incierto el sudor en una frente el dolor de aquella gente aleluya
Una llaga que se cierra una herida que se entierra unos labios temblorosos unos brazos calurosos dos palabras en la arena una ola se las lleva aleluya
Un reloj con treinta horas el cartel de No Funciona una piedra en el vacío otra piedra en el sentido una lluvia en el alma un incendio en las entrañas aleluya
Unos pasos sin destino por cuarenta mil caminos un acorde disonante nueve infiernos sin el Dante unas flores en mi tumba siempre nunca, nunca, nunca aleluya
Theme From Love Story ((aka Love Story (Where Do I Begin) (Tony Bennett) - 1970)) Composer(s): Francis Lai First release by: Francis Lai & His Orch. - 1970 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1971 - Une Histoire D'amour (Mireille Mathieu) 1971 - Schicksalsmelodie (Andy Williams) 1971 - Love Story (Italian Version) (Patty Pravo) 1971 - Søker Etter Ord (Anne Lise Gjøstøl) 1972 - Historia De Amor (Berthina) 1972 - Love Story (Romanian Version) (Aurelian Andreescu) 2000 - Istoriya Lubvi (Nikolai Baskov) 2001 - La Llave Del Amor (Frank Galan) 2010 - Passione (Vanessa Calcagno)
Where do I begin To tell the story of how great a love can be The sweet love story that is older than the sea The simple truth about the love she brings to me Where do I start
With her first hello She gave new meaning to this empty world of mine There'd never be another love, another time She came into my life and made the living fine She fills my heart
She fills my heart with very special things With angels' songs , with wild imaginings She fills my soul with so much love That anywhere I go I'm never lonely With her around, who could be lonely I reach for her hand-it's always there
How long does it last Can love be measured by the hours in a day I have no answers now but this much I can say I know I'll need her till the stars all burn away And she'll be there
How long does it last Can love be measured by the hours in a day I have no answers now but this much I can say I know I'll need her till the stars all burn away And she'll be there
Aleluya Del Silencio Composer(s): Maria Ostiz Performer(s): Raphael; Maria Ostiz
Escuchar el aire Cuando en la mañana azul Todas las estrellas duermen Al nacer la luz Cuando el arco iris llora Sólo el aire escuchareis Llamas que no queman rezareis Todo corre deprisa Sin ver, nada ves ni de color Nuestras manos sólo piden amor Nuestras voces gritarán Unidas siempre cantarán Aleluya, aleluya Aleluya, aleluya Aleluya, aleluya Aleluya, aleluya Para los que sufren Al otro lado del mar Los niños que lloran Sin saber porqué llorar Para los que pasan hambre Para los que tienen sed Llamas que no queman Salmos encendidos Como lirios secos van Sólo el campo verde crecerá Todo corre deprisa Sin ver, nada ves ni de color Nuestras manos sólo piden amor Nuestras voces gritarán Unidas siempre cantarán
Where Do Broken Hearts Go Composer(s): Frank Williams; Chuck Jackson Performer(s): Whitney Houston; and various other artists
I know it's been some time But there's something on my mind You see, I haven't been the same Since that cold November day... We said we needed space But all we found was an empty place And the only thing I learned Is that I need you desperately...
So here I am And can you please tell me... oh
Chorus: Where do broken hearts go Can they find their way home Back to the open arms Of a love that's waiting there And if somebody loves you Won't they always love you I look in your eyes And I know that you still care, for me
I've been around enough to know That dreams don't turn to gold And that there is no easy way No you just can't run away... And what we have is so much more Than we ever had before And no matter how I try You're always on my mind
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And now that I am here with you I'll never let you go I look into your eyes And now I know, now I know...
Alejandra Composer(s): Enrique Mora Performer(s): Pedro Infante and multiple other artists
Eres tú reina de mi amor como un sueño azul que a mi vida llegó
Te adoré desde que te vi mi alma te entregué y por ti soy feliz
Oye mi cantar mi corazón llamar al tuyo déjame decirle que eres tú mi amor mi obsesión, mi ilusión déjame decir que yo por ti dejé mi orgullo te quiero Alejandra con todo mi amor
Ya por ti mi cielo es de arrebol ya por ti llevo en el alma un sol
Oye mi cantar mi corazón llamar al tuyo déjame decirle que eres tú mi amor mi obsesión, mi ilusión déjame decir que yo por ti dejé mi orgullo te quiero Alejandra con todo mi amor
Te adoré desde que te vi mi alma te entregué y por ti soy feliz
Where Did You Get That Hat? Composer(s): James Rolmaz Performer(s): Stanley Holloway; Al Simmons
Now how I came to get this hat, 'tis very strange and funny Grandfather died and left to me his property and money And when the will it was read out, they told me straight and flat If I would have his money, I must always wear his hat
Chorus "Where did you get that hat? Where did you get that tile? Isn't it a nobby one, and just the proper style? I should like to have one Just the same as that!" Where'er I go, they shout "Hello! Where did you get that hat?"
If I go to the op'ra house, in the op'ra season There's someone sure to shout at me without the slightest reason If I go to a concert hall to have a jolly spree There's someone in the party who is sure to shout at me
Chorus
At twenty-one I thought I would to my sweetheart get married The people in the neighbourhood had said too long we'd tarried So off to church we went right quick, determined to get wed I had not long been in there, when the parson to me said
Chorus
I once tried hard to be M.P. but failed to get elected Upon a tub I stood, round which a thousand folks collected And I had dodged the eggs and bricks (which was no easy task) When one man cried, "A question I the candidate would ask!"
Chorus
When Colonel South, the millionaire, gave his last garden party I was amongst the guests who had a welcome true and hearty The Prince of Wales was also there, and my heart jumped with glee When I was told the Prince would like to have a word with me
Alejandra Composer(s): Ernesto Sabato - Anibal Troilo Performer(s): Ben Molar
He vuelto a aquel banco del Parque Lezama Lo mismo que entonces se oye en la noche la sorda sirena de un barco lejano Mis ojos nublados, te buscan en vano Despues de diez años he vuelto aqui solo sonando aquel tiempo, oyendo aquel barco El tiempo y la lluvia, el viento y la muerte ya todo llevaron, ya nada dejaron
En que soledades de hondos dolores en cuales regiones de negros malvones estas, Alejandra? Por cuales caminos con grave tristeza oh, muerta princesa?
He vuelto a aquel banco del Parque Lezama Lo mismo que entonces se oye en la noche la sorda sirena de un barco lejano Mis ojos nublados, te buscan en vano Despues de diez años he vuelto aqui solo sonando aquel tiempo, oyendo aquel barco El tiempo y la lluvia, el viento y la muerte ya todo llevaron, ya nada dejaron
Where Did You Get That Girl? Composer(s): Bert Kalmar; Harry Puck
Lonesome Johnnie Warner, sitting in a corner of a swell cafe eating his heart away because he had no girl at another table, sat a girl named Mable
with a fellow who Johnnie knew and his brain began to whirl The girl had caught his eye and John began to cry
Johnnie found a corker, started in to walk her down the avenue Down to the parson who would make them man and wife Parson Lee received him, and when he relieved him of the marriage fee Parson Lee said never on my life, have I seen such a miss say Johnnie tell me this
Where did you get that girl? Oh! you lucky devil Where did you get that girl? tell me on the level Have you ever kissed her if she has a sister lead me, lead me, lead me to her mister Gee! I wish that I had a girl I'd love 'er I'd love er Oh goodness how I'd love er If you can find another, I'll take her home to mother Where! Where! Where did you get that girl?
Where did you get that girl? Oh! you lucky devil Where did you get that girl? tell me on the level Have you ever kissed her if she has a sister lead me, lead me, lead me to her mister Gee! I wish that I had a girl I'd love er I'd love er Oh goodness how I'd love er If she's here long I'm liable to give away my bible Where! Where! Where did you get that girl?
