Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Dominic
Composer(s): Sid Wayne - Ben Weisman
Performer(s): Elvis Presley
Dominic Dominic, Dominic why are you stallin' Don't you hear love callin' to you Moo, moo, move your little foot do
Dominic, Dominic pick one of them ticker There's acres and acres to choose Oh, oh, only a fool would refuse
I, I, If I had your trouble Life would be double good sweet There'd be no grass growin' under my feet
Listen Dominic, Dominic when will you hunger You ain't gettin' younger my friend Love, love, love 'em all right to the end
I, I, I can't understand you, leavin' them beauties forlorn It's time to take the old bull by the horn Come on Dominic, Dominic, they're itchin' and twitchin' Better start pickin' some woo Moo, moo, move your little foot do!
A-Tisket, A-Tasket Composer(s): Van Alexander - Ella Fitzgerald Performer(s): Ella Fitzgerald and multiple other artists
A-tisket a-tasket A brown-and-yellow basket I sent a letter to my mommie On the way I dropped it
I dropped it, I dropped it Yes, on the way I dropped it A little girlie picked it up And put it in her pocket
She was truckin' on down the avenue With not a single thing to do She went peck, peck, peckin' all around When she spied it on the ground
She took it, she took it My little yellow basket And if she doesn't bring it back I think that I will die
A-tisket a-tasket I lost my yellow basket And if that girlie dont return it Dont know what Ill do
Oh dear I wonder where my basket could be (So do we, So do we, So do we, So do we, So do we) Oh gee I wish that little girl I could see (So do we, So do we, So do we, So do we, So do we)
Oh why was I so careless with that basket of mine That itty-bitty basket was a joy of mine
A-tisket a-tasket I lost my yellow basket Wont someone help me find my basket And make me happy again
(Was it green?) No, no, no, no (Was it red?) No, no, no, no (Was it blue?) No, no, no, no Just a little yellow basket
Ate Segunda Feira Composer(s): Chico Buarque Performer(s): Gilberto Puente
Sei que a noite inteira eu vou cantar Até segunda-feira Quando volto a trabalhar, morena Sei que não preciso me inquietar Até sefundo aviso Você prometeu me amar
Por isso eu conto A quem encontro Pela rua Que meu samba é seu amigo Que a minha casa é sua Que meu peito é seu abrigo Meu trabalho, seu sossego Seu abraço, meu emprego Quando chego no meu lar, morena
Domingo E' Pobre Composer(s): Horacio Guarany Performer(s): Horacio Guarany
Pa' qué habrán hecho el domingo tan solo pa' verme triste domingo e' pobre y sin perro pa' dirme a toriar al pueblo pa' qué habrán hecho el domingo sólo pa' verme llorar Los gurisitos descalzos me miran porque hace frío yo también estoy mirando y el corazón va llorando Pa' un litro vino e' vino me alcanza el vino me hace olvidar Jornal rural que no alcanza ni pa' encordar la guitarra pa' colmo, el oscuro pampa se me anda poniendo viejo Pa' un litro e' vino me alcanza el vino me hace olvidar Pa' qué habrán hecho el domingo sólo pa' verme llorar...
Até Pensei Composer(s): Chico Buarque Performer(s): Chico Buarque and multiple other artists
Junto à minha rua havia um bosque Que um muro alto proibia Lá todo balão caia Toda maçã nascia E o dono do bosque nem via Do lado de lá tanta aventura E eu a espreitar na noite escura A dedilhar essa modinha A felicidade Morava tão vizinha Que, de tolo Até pensei que fosse minha
Junto a mim morava a minha amada Com olhos claros como o dia Lá o meu olhar vivia De sonho e fantasia E a dono dos olhos nem via Do lado de lá tanta ventura E eu a esperar pela ternura Que a a enganar nuca me via Eu andava pobre Tão pobre de carinho Que, de tolo Até pensei que fosse minha
Toda a dor da vida Me ensinou essa modinha Que, de tolo Até pensei que fosse minha
On s'aimera ce soir ou bien domani On s'aimera ce soir ou bien demain Que tu m'appelles Jean ou bien Giovanni C'est toi qui tiens domani dans tes mains
Tu souris et Paris devient Napoli Tu me dis les douceurs d'Italie Que se disaient ton père et ta mère Et tutt i paesani Tous les amants d'hier et de domani Et demain des anneaux pour unir nos mains Nous ferons la joie des carillons Et tu verras ton père et ta mère Et tutt i paesani Ouvrir le bal de notre amour domani On s'aimera ce soir ou bien domani On s'aimera ce soir ou bien demain L'amour battra des mains ou bien des "mani" Quand tu mettras tes "mani" dans tes mains
On s'aimera ce soir ou bien domani On s'aimera ce soir ou bien demain L'amour battra des mains ou bien des "mani" Quand tu mettras tes "mani" dans mes mains
C'est ainsi qu'à Paris ou à Napoli Notre amour grandira chaque jour Entouré de ton père ta mère Et tutti nos bambini Nous chanterons avec la vie domani Domani, domani, domani
Até O Fim Composer(s): Chico Buarque Performer(s): Chico Buarque; Ney Matogrosso
Quando nasci veio um anjo safado O chato dum querubim E decretou que eu tava predestinado A ser errado assim Já de saída a minha estrada entortou Mas vou até o fim
Inda garoto deixei de ir à escola Cassaram meu boletim Não sou ladrão, eu não sou bom de bola Nem posso ouvir clarim Um bom futuro é o que jamais me esperou Mas vou até o fim
Eu bem que tenho ensaiado um progresso Virei cantor de festim Mamão contou que eu faço um bruto sucesso Em Quixeramobim Não sei como o maracatu começou Mas vou até o fim
Por conta de umas questões paralelas Quebraram meu bandolim Não querem mais ouvir as minhas mazelas E a minha voz chinfrim Criei barriga, minha mula empacou Mas vou até o fim
Não tem cigarro, acabou minha renda Deu praga no meu capim Minha mulher fugiu com o dono da venda O que será de mim? Eu já nem lembro pronde mesmo que vou Mas vou até o fim
Como já disse era um anjo safado O chato dum querubim Que decretou que eu tava predestinado A ser todo ruim Já de saída minha estrada entortou Mas vou até o fim
Domani (Tomorrow)
((French Version: Domani (Georges Guétarny))
Composer(s): Ulpio Minucci - Tony Velona
Performer(s): Julius LaRosa - 1955
Maybe you'll fall in love with me Domani Maybe tomorrow night the sun will shine I'll change my name from Johnny to Giovanni If you will say Domani, you'll be mine
Come to me, Senorina from Italy Hear my plea and I'll hire the hall All your Uncles and Aunts And Ma and Pa and your Paisani They all agree that we should wed Domani
You are so super duper bravissimo Don't say no or my poor heart you'll break 'Cause your Uncles and Aunts And your Ma and Pa and your Paisani They all agree that we should wed, Domani
Ataidi (Las Flores De La Vida) Composer(s): Francisco Repilado Performer(s): Compay Segundo
Las Flores de la vida que lindas son tarde o temprano llegan a tu lado con su esplendor No las desprecies ya que han llegado con su calor a vivificar la fuente de tu inspiración
Domani
Composer(s): Lucio Dalla - Laurex
Performer(s): Lucio Dalla
Dovevo essere un cretino come te per stare a bocca aperta ad ascoltarti parlare tutto il giorno malissimo di te e la notte uscire fuori per cercarti lo so perché tu sei dentro di me e so che tu sei più forte di me perché ci vuole solo un cretino come me per stare ancora qui a telefonarti e a farsi fare tutto il male che mi fai solo perché mi piace perdonarti perché tu sei, tu sei dentro di me e poi tu sei molto più forte di me E' la verità ma come si fa dove saremo io e te domani domani saremo ancora così lontani ci annuseremo da lontano come i cani, i cani proprio come due bambini io e te, oh oh io e te, oh oh io e te va bene allora adesso dimmi cosa fai potremmo fare in modo di incontrarci basta solo che mi dici stasera dove vai che ci vediamo chissà se hai il coraggio di guardarmi perchè, io so che sai che son dentro di te e oh vedrai son più forte di te E' la verità ed ecco come si fa ecco cosa saremo io e te domani domani saremo nuvole nel cielo così almeno non saremo più lontani lontani e quando il vento lo vorrà ci incontreremo ci troveremo io e te domani io e te...........
Atado A Un Sentimiento Composer(s): Miguel Mateos Performer(s): Miguel Mateos
Te quiero, te extraño nada es igual al ayer oh oh oh nada, oh no
Te espero, te deseo como una roca espera al mar te necesito oh, oh
Y vivo atado a un sentimiento carnal atado a tu luna, oh no
Yo puedo tocar el fuego puedo hasta quemarme entero no me pidas que te deje de amar
Te llevo clavada como una espina en mi costado entrando despacio, oh no
y quiero que sepas que eso está planeado por amor un poco de amor, nada más
puedo arrastarme a tu puerta puedo hacer que estés despierta las mil y una noches porque estoy atado a un sentimiento solo estoy atado a un sentimiento
y vivo atado a un sentimiento y vivo atado a un sentimiento
Dom Har Glömt Composer(s): Agnetha Fältskog - Bosse Carlgren Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog
Äntligen hemma hos mig igen Efter månader på hotell Och allt jag har med mig är min värkande kropp Och en flaska som jag tömt Jag sjöng mina sånger i parkerna Och nån enstaka krog nån kväll Som jag gjort alla år sen mitt namn stod på topp Men det har dom redan glömt
Dom har glömt, att dom sände mig röda rosor Dom har glömt, att dom aldrig lät mig gå Dom har glömt, dom har glömt mig för nån annan Men hur ska dom förstå Jag älskar dem ändå Och jag har inte glömt
Förr var jag van att dom kom till mig Med en penna och block i hand Var van att få känna mig betydelsefull Men nu är den tiden slut Namnen byts ut på affischerna Och på plattornas konvolut Och efter en tid har man glömt vad där stod Och hur dom som sjöng såg ut
Dom har glömt, att dom sände mig röda rosor Dom har glömt, att dom aldrig lät mig gå Dom har glömt, dom har glömt mig för nån annan Men hur ska dom förstå Jag älskar dem ändå Och jag har inte glömt
Äntligen hemma hos mig igen Lite trött och besviken, men Så länge jag kan, så länge jag är vid liv Gör jag om den här turnén Jag sjöng mina sånger i parkerna För publiken invid entrén En underbar stund, men sen gick dom förstås När det började på scen
Dom har glömt, att dom sände mig röda rosor Dom har glömt, att dom aldrig lät mig gå Dom har glömt, dom har glömt mig för nån annan Men hur ska dom förstå Jag älskar dem ändå Och jag har inte glömt
Never had no need For any military aid And I never took charge of the light brigade I got no castle to defend or attack But still I seem to be picking up flack
I am the captain of this body of mine I'll send fear into the enemy lines On the ground, in the air or at sea They're all pointing a finger at me
I'm at war with the world That's the way it must be I'll fight while I can To put an end to this misery
I'm at war with the world I'll have to fight to be free Yes I'm at war with the world Nobody's capturing me
Never have no need For any military aid Never took charge of the light brigade I got no castle to defend or attack But still I seem to be picking up flack
War with the world, with the world I'll have to fight to be be free Yes I'm at war with the world, with the world Nobody's capturing me
War with the world What do they want from me? War with the world Why don't they let me be?
Dom De Iludir
Composer(s): Caetano Veloso
Performer(s): Caetano Veloso
and multiple other artists
Não me venha falar na malícia de toda mulher Cada um sabe a dor e a delícia de ser o que é Não me olhe como se a polícia andasse atrás de mim Cale a boca E não cale na boca notícia ruim Você sabe explicar Você sabe entender, tudo bem Você está Você é Você faz Você quer Você tem Você diz a verdade E a verdade é o seu dom de iludir Como pode querer que a mulher vá viver sem mentir
When You're Twenty-One Composer(s): Claude King Performer(s): Claude King
As I look around me at unfamiliar faces My mind goes back to my boyhood days And the lust and the crazy far off places Oh the simple country boy to a life of disgrace
I was raised on a farm way down in Louisiana Down where the sweet magnolias grow Just me and Mud and mama and papa Little blue eyed Judy who lived down the road
I got Judy in trouble in the early days of summer Oh she and mama cried and begged me not to go Later on someone told me Mud and Judy got married And they had a little girl with hair shining gold
I drank and I gambled and I knew many women I lived too fast for a boy just 21 And then one night I shot a man in Reno The very first time I had ever fired a gun
Mud came to see me last Sunday morning He said Judy and the baby were waiting outside His eyes filled with tears when I asked about mama He said mama's heart's been broken She just laid down and died
I hear a cell door open, soon it will be over I'll have to pay for the wrongs I have done To Mud and Judy and mama and papa And I'll hope you'll remember this when you're 21 And I'll hope you'll remember this when you're 21
Dolphins
Composer(s): Fred Neil
First release by: Fred Neil - 1966
Covered by multiple other artists
This old world may never change
Not the way it's been
And all the ways of war
Can't change it back again
I've been searching for the dolphins in the sea
Sometimes I wonder do you ever think of me
I'm not the one to tell this world
How to get along
I only know that peace will come
When all hate is gone
I've been searching for the dolphins in the sea
Sometimes I wonder do you ever think of me
Sometimes I think about
Saturday's child
And all about the times
When we were running wild
I've been searching for the dolphins in the sea
Sometimes I wonder do you ever think of me
This old world may never change
This old world may never change
At Trinity Church (I Met My Doom) Composer(s): Fred Gilbert Performer(s): Tom Costello
Twelve months ago with decent chances Prospects of success in life Thru' foolish love of ballroom dances Trouble came..... I met my wife Such a noble, buxom creature She in my eyes then appeared False she was, though fair of feature Like to salmon I was speared
She told me her age was five and twenty Cash in the bank of course she'd plenty I like a lamb believed it all I was an M - U - G At Trinity church I met my doom Now we live in a top back room Up to my eyes in debt for renty That's what she's done for me
In bridal dress with frills and flounces 'Pon my word, she did look fine Quite sixteen stone and some odd ounces Weighed then this dear wife of mine People whispered she had money Oh! what tales some folks will tell She was simply sixteen stoney What a swindle... what a sell
She told me her age was five and twenty Cash in the bank of course she'd plenty I like a lamb believed it all I was an M - U - G At Trinity church I met my doom Now we live in a top back room Up to my eyes in debt for renty That's what she's done for me
When she confessed I'd scarce believe her Though at last the truth she told She hadn't got a bloomin' fiver She was thirty-six years old I can only grin and bear it Poor indeed in my estate She, poor girl, is forced to share it Down will drop her mortal weight
She told me her age was five and twenty Cash in the bank of course she'd plenty I like a lamb believed it all I was an M - U - G At Trinity church I met my doom Now we live in a top back room Up to my eyes in debt for renty That's what she's done for me
Dolores Dream Composer(s): Wayne Shorter - Kurt Elling Performer(s): Kurt Elling
The white, electric skillet of a day threatened to sear us all away fat frying, spluttering - rank Chicago smeltering along smothered in heavy, wooly sweat the city knew a sad regret for staying long in summer's heavy
No escape Delirious So I went subterraneous Maybe I'd dream about Dolores' kinda' auburn hair & hazel eyes Looking at her made chills go (indecipherable) even if she wasn't even there and so I tried Put Wayne Shorter on to hide and slept, completely mystified
'Honk!' went a taxi cab outside to remind me night time was dawning Then Laurie & Guy call -say, 'let's go dancing & romance perchancing Summer times are sweeter at night The music is swinging all the night' I put a bowl of coffee on I took a hit
What with the day time on the lamb - jumped in my car Uptown to scram Popped in a great Von Freeman jam and the coffee hit Bam! We hit a Jazz club called, 'The Mill' Dig it! My second domicile We had a great time hanging, until
I saw Dolores sweep into the room And then my head began to swoon I got a yen She came right up to me & when she spoke my sweat broke No joke
Then came on the thrills and came on the chills! She got me to dance I took a chance replying, although she was kinda' shy I stole a sweet kiss on the sly (to simplify) And when Dolores sighed a sigh you know, it got me kinda' high she hit me right between the eyes!
If there's one girl I've gotta' remember, it's her
