Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Atlantic City Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen First release by: Bruce Springsteen - 1982 Covered by multiple other artists
Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night Now they blew up his house too Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight Gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state And the D.A. can't get no relief Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade And the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
Well now everything dies baby that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Well I got a job and tried to put my money away But I got debts that no honest man can pay So I drew what I had from the Central Trust And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus
Well now everything dies baby that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold But with you forever I'll stay We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold So put on your stockin's baby `cause the night's getting cold And everything dies baby that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Now I been lookin' for a job but it's hard to find Down here it's just winners and losers And don't get caught on the wrong side of that line Well I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end So honey last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a little favor for him Well I guess everything dies baby that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your hair up nice and set up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Dominique, nique, nique, over the land he plods
And sings a little song
Never asking for reward
He just talks about the Lord
He just talks about the Lord
At a time when Johnny Lackland
Over England was the King
Dominique was in the backland
Fighting sin like anything
Now a heretic, one day
Among the thorns forced him to crawl
Dominique with just one prayer
Made him hear the good Lord's call
Without horse or fancy wagon
He crossed Europe up and down
Poverty was his companion
As he walked from town to town
To bring back the straying liars
And the lost sheep to the fold
He brought forth the Preaching Friars
Heaven's soldier's, brave and bold
One day, in the budding Order
There was nothing left to eat
Suddenly two angels walked in
With a loaf of bread and meat
Dominique once, in his slumber
Saw the Virgin's coat unfurled
Over Frairs without number
Preaching all around the world
Grant us now, oh Dominique
The grace of love and simple mirth
That we all may help to quicken
Godly life and truth on earth
Atlantic Avenue Composer(s): Roger Ball - Steve Ferrone - Alan Gorrie - Onnie McIntyre - Hamish Stuart Performer(s): The Average White Band
Here I am, strolling down Atlantic Avenue With the sunlight in my eyes Here I am, and there's nothing I would rather do When I want some peace of mind I leave the smoke of Rio behind, as the evening starts to fly I want to feel the ocean breeze, where the mountains kiss the sky
So come on, down Atlantic Avenue Let the samba take a hold of you 'Cause I know there is no place like the Avenue When the music gets a hold of you
Dive along to Ipanema there's always time to spare Forget the troubles of the world, when they get to much to bear Won't you please come on Atlantic Avenue
Flying down to Rio Never thought I would be, walking by the ocean here today, no Pretty soon I've got to leave, but I know my heart will stay, ooh Atlantic Avenue Here I am strolling down Atlantic Avenue Here I am, and there's nothing I would rather do When I want some peace of mind So come on, down Atlantic Avenue Let the samba take a hold of you Here I am strolling down Atlantic Avenue Here I am, and there's nothing I would rather do When I want some peace of mind So come on, down Atlantic Avenue Let the samba take a hold of you
Dominieke, nieke, nieke Trok eenvoudig erop uit Gods naam bezong hij luid Iedere stad en ieder oord Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord
Jarenlang waren er in Frankrijk dal die grenzen zeer verspreid En Dominicus onze vader trok toen tegen hen te strijd
Dominieke, nieke, nieke Trok eenvoudig erop uit Gods naam bezong hij luid Iedere stad en ieder oord Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord
Op een keer stapte hij zingend blootvoets door de distels heen En zijn gids het was een ketter werd daardoor bekeerd meteen
Dominieke, nieke, nieke Trok eenvoudig erop uit Gods naam bezong hij luid Iedere stad en ieder oord Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord
Zonder paard of diligence trekt hij zo Europa door Scandinavië, Provence, en zijn armoe gaat hem voor
Dominieke, nieke, nieke Trok eenvoudig erop uit Gods naam bezong hij luid Iedere stad en ieder oord Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord
Jongens, meisjes vol van geest blijft luisteren naar dit nieuw geluid En zo vond dan ook Dominicus toen de predikheren uit
Dominieke, nieke, nieke Trok eenvoudig erop uit Gods naam bezong hij luid Iedere stad en ieder oord Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord
Op een dag zaten Dominicus en zijn broeders zonder brood Toen een groep van stralend engelen verse broden hen aanbood
Dominieke, nieke, nieke Trok eenvoudig erop uit Gods naam bezong hij luid Iedere stad en ieder oord Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord
In zijn dromen zag Dominicus alle predikers der aard Beschermd door Marias mantel hadden zij zich daar vergaard
Dominieke, nieke, nieke Trok eenvoudig erop uit Gods naam bezong hij luid Iedere stad en ieder oord Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord
Oh Dominicus, goede vader, houdt ons blij, eenvoudig, fris Om het mensdom aan te tonen wat het ware leven is
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
