Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Alice Composer(s): Ian Hunter Performer(s): Mott The Hoople
Now Alice needed money I put $10 on the breeze As the wind died away she sank way below her knees And as a hurricane passed by she clutched the money from the sky She must have been at least a fathom high She works the 42nd beat on 42nd street with all her golden ambitions and dead rhinestones in her feet and when a stranger said she sucked she just smiled believing luck as she climed into his truck to make a buck Oh my god, she's running round the trees Said she couldn't touch them because they're so real Alice you remind me of Manhattan The seedy and the snaz, the shoeboys and the satins Like a throne made of gilt that too many johns have sat in Oh, I got my eyes on you Now keep a watch on your watch and a watch on her watch cause if you ain't too careful he's gonna kick you in the crotch and you're out in the cold and you know that you've been rolled and the cops don't even stop and you feel old See Alice really liked you but you stayed a while too long now she wants you to forget it and come back before too long but make it quick if you could, she's gonna star in Hollywood the producer seems to think, she's kinda good Me and my camera eyes sitting on a fence laughing at the lights of New York City Alice you remind of Manhattan the seedy and snaz, the shoeboys and the satins like a throne made of gilt that too many johns have sat in Oh, just come over Roll Up See Alice on the palace where her name adorns the boards ain't no flash in her Cannes, she got the willpower of a horse and it's a long way to Broadway from a 42nd lay or is it really just a couple of blocks away Now I wonder if she wonders if I wonder if she wonders about the times I put her down when she seemed to be right under? She told me morals are traditions, contradictions, superstitions see Alice is always based on split decisions Me and my stupidity sittin' on a fence and digging what I thought was New York City Oh Alice, you remind me of Manhattan the seedy and snaz, the shoeboys and the satins like a throne made of gilt that too many johns have sat in Oh, I like you Yeah Alice, the lights were meant for you your weaknesses successful and your selfishness the clue you gotta lose what you get and for what you get you lose Oh, I know it Oh Alice, don't stop and think a minute or your brain is gonna get ya, drop your heart right in it and you're a shooting star and you'll die if you don't win it Yeah You didn't make the book
Where The Boys Are Composer(s): Howie Greenfield; Neil Sedaka Performer(s): Connie Francis
Where the boys are, someone waits for me A smilin' face, a warm embrace, two arms to hold me tenderly Where the boys are, my true love will be He's walkin' down some street in town and I know he's lookin' there for me
In the crowd of a million people I'll find my valentine And then I'll climb to the highest steeple and tell the world he's mine
Till he holds me I wait impatiently Where the boys are, where the boys are Where the boys are, someone waits for me
Till he holds me I wait impatiently Where the boys are, where the boys are Where the boys are, someone waits for me
Alibis Composer(s): Tony Mcaulay - Tom Snow Performer(s): Sergio Mendes
It's nothin' I can put my finger on But it's there, I swear It's not somethin' I'm imaginin' Each time you call I know I'll get your "working late" routine again Is there someone I should know about? Tell me why do I have this doubt?
I'm sure your alibis are watertight And you're where you have to be tonight Whoa, oh, but I know you're slippin' away from me
I'm know your alibis are watertight And you're where you say you are tonight But honey, I can tell I know the pattern much too well I don't fool so easily Slippin' away from me
Your telephone service says you're out again Somewhere, out there, you've got another rendezvous I know the way you work You'll be someplace where no one can check up on you You think you're in the clear but don't forget That's exactly the way we met
I'm sure your alibis are watertight And you're where you have to be tonight Whoa, oh, but I know you're slippin' away from me
I know your alibis are watertight And you're where you say you are tonight But honey, I can tell I know the pattern much too well I don't fool so easily Slippin' away from me
Is there someone I should know about? Tell me why do I have this doubt
I'm sure your alibis are watertight And you're where you have to be tonight Whoa, oh, but I know you're slippin' away from me
I know your alibis are watertight And you're where you say you are tonight But honey, I can tell I know the pattern much too well I don't fool so easily Slippin' away from me
I'm sure your alibis are watertight And you're where you have to be tonight Whoa, oh, but I know you're slippin' away from me ...
Where The Black-Eyed Susans Grow Composer(s): Dave Radford; Richard A. Whiting
I know a plain old fashioned farmhouse
down a pretty little lane Where yellow daisies make a pathway
to the fields of golden grain There a little girl is waiting where I found her years ago Something tells me that I'm welcome
where the Black-eyed Susans grow
Her daddy's just a plain old farmer, mother's just a farmer too they surely raised some pretty Daisy when they raised my little Sue You may have your pretty Roses, Violets and Pansies too you can keep your snow white Lilies, I will leave them all for you
I'm going back to a shack where the Black-eyed Susans grow I love 'em so they're all around on the ground where I found the one I know so long ago The honey bees all know I'm comin', I seem to hear them softly hummin' "You'll be losin' your little Susan, you'd better be getting busy buzzin' around" To stroll again down the lane to the plain old rustic seat will be a treat and then I'll bring out the ring for the finger of my sweet She's mighty sweet And when I'm tied to the pride of the country side maybe I'll introduce you to my corn fed bride when I come back from the shack where the Black-eyed Susans grow
Alibi Composer(s): Christopher Cross - Rob Meurer Performer(s): Christopher Cross
It's a calm wind blowing on my skin And I've been dreaming again Now that we're all here We can share these notes and all this madness We can talk of innocence And of all the things we believe in
Is it an alibi Is it the reason why Is it the way we really feel inside Set it free
The magic of those nights brings me closer to that light That helps me see the path ahead of me I can feel that something A hint of mystery A trace of dare To live the truth I hide somewhere
Daybreak In a place I've known before Will I find me behind that final door
I can hear the footsteps of the past I can feel the thunder and it's coming fast I'm gonna spend some time with the moon Pour myself a glass of midnight Keep myself in tune
Is it an alibi Is it the tears I cry Is it the way I see it through your eyes
The magic of those nights brings me closer to that light That helps me see the path ahead of me I can feel that something A hint of mystery A trace of dare To live the truth I hide somewhere
Ali Baba's Camel Composer(s): Noel Gay Performer(s): Cicely Courtneidge; The Bonzo Dog Band
You've heard of Ali Baba Forty thieves had he Out for what we all want Lots of LSD He also had a camel Stole it from a zoo How he loved the camel, and the camel loved him too Oh, how the how the camel loved Ali Ba(r)Ba(r)!
Ali Baba's camel loved Ali Baba so No matter where he went to, that camel had to go Some say that he's in heaven, but this I know is true Wherever you think Ali has gone, his camel's gone there too
(oh, buddy cam-ee)
Crossing the equator, oooo, how hot it was Poor old Ali Baba cursed and swore, because He was so very thirsty, and everybody knows It's horrible to walk for miles with sand between your toes Oh, how the camel loved Ali Baba... brrrrr!
Ali Baba's camel turned 'round and licked his hand He said, "Oh, Ali Baba, I surely understand" "We must find an oasis and get a drink somehow" "But, hark! I hear the temple bells! They'll all be open now"
They entered for the races at the desert sports There goes Ali's camel in his filthy cotton shorts The starter cracked his pistol off the camel's head Ali Baba's camel wins by half a camel's hair Hey Ali Baba, Hey Ali Baba Your camel loves you! Your camel loves you!
Ali Baba's camel had run for miles and miles His tail was pointing backwards That's how a camel smiles But Ali and his camel, they both were out of breath They'd run so far, they laughed so much They laughed themselves to death
Oh! Gather 'round the campfire! Sing a rondelet! But don't sing out of tune, though ('Cause eggs are cheap today!) Sing of Ali Baba Sing about his men Sing about his camel, and then sing it all again Oh, how the camel loved Ali Baba
Ali Baba's camel loved Ali Baba so No matter where he went to, that camel had to go Some say that he's in heaven, but this I know as well Wherever you think Ali has gone, his camel's gone to
Where No Cabins Fall Composer(s): Nolan Jeffress Performer(s): The Country Gentlemen; Chestnut Grove Quartet; Rhonda Vincent
As my mind wanders back to the quaint little shack Where in childhood I used to play There with mother and dad, we were happy and glad As we whiled the sweet moments away We would all kneel in prayer and in reverence there We would praise the redeemer on high Now in sadness I pine for that old home of mine And I long for that mothers love
(Chorus)
Id like to go back to that quaint little tumble-down shack Id like to spend a day where in heaven forever Ill stay But time wont turn back; we must travel till Jesus shall call Then well be happy in that land where no cabins fall
Though I drifted away from childhoods sweet play I can still hear those voices sweet They are calling me back to that quaint little shack Where the circle will never more meet But til that happy day, up in heaven they say We will praise the redeemer on high Now in sadness I pine for that old home of mine And I long for that mothers love
(Chorus)
Id like to go back to that quaint little tumble-down shack Id like to spend a day where in heaven forever Ill stay but time wont turn back; we must travel til Jesus shall call Then well be happy in that land where no cabins fall
Ali ist ein Türkenjunge aus Hamburg hier geboren doch wo gehört er eigentlich hin? Dauernd gibt man ihm so ein Gefühl als müßte er sagen "Entschuldigen Sie, daß ich geboren bin" Ali trifft sein Mädchen in dunklen Läden Sie nimmt ihn nie mit zu sich nach Haus Sie sagt "Mein Alter, mit dem kann man leider nicht reden der hat so Müllsprüche darauf wie 'Kanacken raus!'" Und er denkt an das Land seiner Eltern das er nur von Bildern kennt und vom Fernsehen das Land das sein Vater die echte Heimat nennt Istanbul, das Schwarze Meer am Bahnhof schaut er den Zügen hinterher Doch wahrscheinlich in Ankara hätte er Heimweh nach Hamburg-Altona So sitzt er mit den Gefühlen zwischen den Stühlen umgeben von Gettomauern isoliert wie im Knast Und trotzdem, Ali, ist das hier dein Zuhause Heimat ist einfach da, wo du Freunde hast und da wo du herkommst wo eins nur wichtig ist daß du ein guter Kumpel bist
À Propos De Pommier Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Hubert Giraud Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Un jour le bon Dieu Le front soucieux Se dit: "Mon vieux Ton grand ciel bleu N'a rien de rose Plus j'y réfléchis Plus je me dis Qu'il manque ici Un paradis Ou autre chose" Il fit tant et bien Avec ses mains Et presque rien En un peu moins D'une semaine Il avait créé Les champs, les prés L'hiver, l'été Et aussi les Formes humaines Il les convoqua Leur dit: "Voilà Avec tout ça Vous n'avez qu'à Vivre tranquilles Je vous en fais don Tout y est bon Mais attention À condition D'être dociles Et de me faire la promesse De ne pas toucher au pommier Non, de ne pas toucher au pommier Non, de ne pas toucher au pommier"
Le bon Dieu parti Adam se dit Ben mon ami T'es mieux ici Qu'dans une usine T'as une poupée Une beauté Qui est roulée Comme pour tourner À la Goldwine Et ce brave Adam Passait le temps En souriant Béatement Comm' bien des hommes Sans avoir idée Que sa moitié Puisse flirter Avec un r'pré- -sentant en pommes Ev' trouvait charmant Et affolant Ce beau Tarzan Nommé Serpent Dit à sornettes Qui sut l'envoûter La fasciner Lui fair' croquer Dans la pomme et Perdre la tête Au point d'oublier sa promesse De ne pas toucher aux pommiers Non, de ne pas toucher aux pommiers Non, de ne pas toucher aux pommiers
Tout commence ici Eve en folie Prit un beau fruit Et le tendit À son p'tit homme Et ce brave Adam Toujours confiant A belles dents Mordit dedans Comme une pomme Lorsque Dieu l'appris Avec mépris Il leur a dit Plus d'Paradis Je vous condamne À vivre et lutter À travailler Hiver, été Et tout ça c'est À caus' d'un' femme C'est ainsi depuis Que va la vie Meme aujourd'hui L'homme est trahi Dans l'ignorance Et le vieux pommier Presqu'oublié Est remplacé Par le pêché De complaisance Car les femm's tiennent leur promesse De ne pas toucher aux pommiers Non, de ne pas toucher aux pommiers Car, ell's préfèr'nt goûter au pêché
C'est si doux, c'est si doux De goûter au pêché C'est si doux, c'est si doux De goûter au pêché De goûter au pêché
Where Love Has Gone Composer(s): Sammy Cahn; James Van Heusen Performer(s): Bobby Darin; Jack Jones; Newell Oler
There must be a place, a place where love has gone A bright, shiny world, somewhere where love has gone Where dreams and desires as cold as yesterday's fires Start to blaze anew
There must be a star gleaming in space That doesn't grow dim with each last embrace They say love's gone when it goes And I'm naïve I suppose
There may not be such a place, there may not be such a star But still my fool of a heart just leads me on It wants to be there, there with you Where love has gone To that bright and shiny world where love has gone To that gone forever world where love has gone
Alguna Vez Voy A Ser Libre Composer(s): Fito Páez Performer(s): Fito Páez
No soy un pez ni un arlequín ni un extranjero no tengo edad para morir vamos al cielo no voy a esperar alguna vez voy a ser libre libre mi amor como el amor como quisiste
Voy silbando bajo y siento tu vos así una sirena de ambulancia voy quedando solo cada vez mas así que mi corazón ya no me basta veo el reloj veo las 6 voy hasta el baño ya amaneció y cerca de aquí como en el barro tengo que hacer tengo que dar no que des vueltas ya anocheció y cerca de aquí tengo las pruebas
Panorama para y para vos por el por los que fueron y vinieron panorama enfermo en contradicción y yo yo ya estoy listo como un perro tengo un pasaporte en el bolsillo para irme de acá ohh tengo una canción en la cabeza y no puedo parar tengo que salir de la reforma de resucitar creo que estoy cerca mientras vos te alejas mas y mas ahhh ahh
Porque yo no tengo mapa de este mundo porque yo doy vueltas sobre el mismo punto porque yo no tengo mapa de este mundo no tengo mapa de este mundo no
Where Is Your Heart? (aka The Song From Moulin Rouge)
((Danish Version: Hvor Er Dit Hjerte (Sangen Fra Moulin Rouge) (Gustav Winckler) - 1953))
Composer(s): William Engvick - Georges Auric
First performance by: Muriel Smith - 1952
Covered by multiple other artists
Whenever we kiss I worry and wonder Your lips may be near But where is your heart?
It's always like this I worry and wonder You're close to me here But where is your heart?
It's a sad thing to realize That you've a heart that never melts When we kiss, do you close your eyes Pretending that I'm someone else?
You must break the spell This cloud that I'm under So please won't you tell Darling, where is your heart?
Alguien se vuelve sobre mi quejosa soledad algún respiro alguien me da con despreocupación Forcado sobre mis papeles no he reparado, viene un alguien que se va...
Alguien es sólo un buen objeto una mirada, un buen recuerdo a veces es un candil o un camisón de dormir una cigarra un nuevo cielo una palabra desde lejos alguien lo es todo a la vez y todo pasa después
Mas yo sé que alguien me buscó tanteando un baño gris Yo sé que alguien suavizó mi forma de vivir Y esta querida tempestad que en mi bolsillo va sufriendo por la luz
Alguien es sólo un buen objeto una mirada, un buen recuerdo a veces es un candil o un camisón de dormir una cigarra un nuevo cielo una palabra desde lejos alguien lo es todo a la vez y todo pasa después
Where Is The Warmth? Composer(s): Stephen Schwartz Performer(s): Patti LuPone; Judy Kaye; Théa Mann
Look at him, that's a face That's a profile to admire Look at him, that's a torso that's rare When I look at him, how I burn to be touching him The fire is there, but where is the warmth?
Look at me, don't you think we fit beautifully together? Look at us, can't you see how we shine? When you look at us, do you notice I'm shivering? The weather is fine, but where is the warmth?
Since I grow feverish with the flush that comes every time he holds me Naturally, you'd suppose I'd be warm when I'm hot Well, I'm not
And just look at me, you'd think this the cruellest of Decembers Look at me, you would think we had snow Then he looks at me, and for a moment I melt again The embers do glow, but Oh! Where is the warmth?
When I look at him, how I burn to be touching him The fire is there, but where is the warmth?
Since I grow feverish with the flush that comes every time he holds me Naturally, you'd suppose I'd be warm when I'm hot Well, I'm not
And just look at me, you would think this the cruellest of Decembers Look at me, you would think we had snow Then he looks at me, and for a moment I melt again The embers do glow, but Oh! Where is the warmth? The fire is there, but where is the warmth?
Alguien que te entrega vida, alma y corazón Y que nada en cambio va a pedir Alguien para quien tú eres razón de su existir Alguien que se muere sin tu amor Alguien que en la palma de sus manos escondió Miles de caricias para ti Ese alguien soy yo, ese alguien soy yo, nadie más Si no me crees, te desafío A ver quién sabe amar mejor A ver quién quiere más Quién quiere a otro más Seguro que te gano yo Alguien que ha jurado no olvidarte ante una cruz Cueste lo que cueste, serte fiel Alguien que ahora llora o ríe, tal como hagas tú Porque ha puesto en ti toda su fe Alguien que a la hora de su muerte, ya verás Es tu nombre lo que gritará Ese alguien soy yo, ese alguien soy yo, nadie más
Where Is The Love? Composer(s): Ralph MacDonald; William Salter Performer(s): Donny Hathaway; and various other artists
Where is the love (Where is the love) Where is the love (Where is the love) Where is the love (Where is the love) Where is the love (Where is the love)
Where is the love You said youd give to me Soon as you were free Will it ever be Where is the love
You told me that you didnt love him And you were gonna say goodbye But if you really didnt mean it Why did you have to lie
Where is the love You said was mine all mine Till the end of time Was it just a lie Where is the love
If you have had a sudden change of heart I wish that you would tell me so Dont leave me hangin on to promises Youve got to let me know
Oh, how I wish I never met you I guess it must have been my fate To fall in love with someone elses love All I can do is wait Thats all I can do, yeah, yeah, yeah
Where is the love (Where is the love) Where is the love (Where is the love) Where is the love (Where is the love) Where is the love (Where is the love)
Where is the love (Where is the love) Where is the love (Where is the love) Where is the love (Where is the love) Where is the love (Where is the love)
Algo Tonto
((Adapted from: Something Stupid (Carson and Gaile) - 1967))
Composer(s): C. Carson Parks
Performer(s): Enríque Guzmn & Silvia Pinal - 1971
Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Qualche Stupido "Ti Amo" (Sacha Distel & Joanna Shimkus)
1967 - Dat Afgezaagde Zinnetje (Willy & Willeke Alberti)
1967 - En Lille Dumhed (Siw Malmkvist & Otto Brandenburg)
2003 - Een Dom Compliment (Jo Vally & Vanessa Chinitor)
2003 - Zoiets Onnozels (Willy Sommers, Lisa Del Bo & Luc Steeno)
Sé que estoy en la fila Hasta que te decidas A pasar una noche conmigo Y si nos fuéramos a bailar sé que puede ocurrir que no te vayas conmigo
Y más tarde quedarnos en un lugar tranquilo y tomar un trago o dos Y luego lo arruino todo diciendo algo tonto como "Te quiero"
Puedo verlo en tus ojos Que desprecias las mismas viejas mentiras que escuchaste la noche anterior
Y aunque esta es un fila para tí Para mí es verdad Y nunca pareció tan real antes
Practico día a día Para hallar frases inteligentes Que muestren el significado Pero luego pienso en esperar hasta que llegue la noche y me quede a solas contigo
El momento es el indicado tu perfume envuelve mi cabeza las estrellas se enrojecen y oh, la noche es tan azul Y luego lo arruino todo diciendo algo tonto como "Te quiero" ...
