Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Can ye no hush your weepin' all the wee lambs are sleepin' Birdies are nestlin' nestlin' together Dream Angus is hirplin' her the heather
Dreams to sell, fine dreams to sell Angus is here wi' dreams to sell Hush ye my baby and sleep without fear Dream Angus has brought you a dream my dear
List' to the curlew cryin' Faintly the echos dyin' Even the birdies and the beasties are sleepin' But my bonny bairn is weepin' weepin'
La Enramada
Composer(s): Graciela Olmos
Performer(s): Vikki Carr
and multiple other artists
Las flores y la lluvia me acompañan
en mis horas de nostalgia y de tristeza
me arrebata el pensamiento la distancia
para hacer de mi vida una pavesa
Ya la enramada se secó
el cielo el agua le negó
así tu altivo corazón
no me escuchó
Como ave errante viviré
buscando alivio a mi dolor
con la añoranza de tu amor
yo moriré
Ya la enramada se secó
el cielo el agua le negó
Como ave errante viviré
buscando alivio a mi dolor
con la añoranza de tu amor
yo moriré
Dream Along With Me Composer(s): Carl Sigman
Performer(s): Perry Como; Mitchell Ayres
Dream along with me, I'm on my way to a star
Come along, come along, leave your worries where they are
Up and beyond the sky, watchin' the world roll by
Sharin' a kiss, a sigh, just use your imagination!
On a cloud of love, we'll hear the music of night
We can wink at the moon as we hold each other tight
And if we go in the right direction, heaven can't be very far
Dream along with me, I'm on my way to a star!
(We can wink at the moon as we hold each other tight...)
And if we go in the right direction, heaven can't be very far
Dream along with me, I'm on my way to a star!
La Enorme Distancia Composer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez Performer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez
Estoy tan lejos de ti y a pesar de la enorme distancia te siento juntito a mi, corazon, corazon alma con alma y siento en mi ser tus besos no importa que estes tan lejos
Estoy pensando en tu amor y a lo loco platico contigo te cuento de mi dolor y aunque me hagas feliz, no te lo digo y vuelvo a sentir tus besos no importa que estes tan lejos
El cielo empiezo a clarear y mis ojos se llenan de sueno contigo voy a sonar porque quieran o no yo soy tu dueno y siempre tendre tus besos no importa que estes tan lejos
Dream A Little Dream Of Me Composer(s): Fabian Andre - Wilbur Schwandt - Gus Kahn
First release by: Wayne King and His Orch. - 1931
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1976 - Schließ Mich Ein In Deinen Traum (Daliah Lavi)
1990 - Les Yeux Ouverts (Enzo Enzo)
1990 - Rêve Un Peu À Moi (Marie Audigier)
Stars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you" Birds singing in the sycamore tree Dream a little dream of me
Say "Night-ie night" and kiss me Just hold me tight and tell me youll miss me While Im alone and blue as can be Dream a little dream of me
Stars fading, but I linger on, dear Still craving your kiss Im longing to linger till dawn, dear Just saying this
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you But in your dreams whatever they be Dream a little dream of me
Stars fading, but I linger on, dear Still craving your kiss Im longing to linger till dawn, dear Just saying this
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you Sweet dreams that leave all worries far behind you But in your dreams whatever they be Dream a little dream of me
La Edad De La Mujer Composer(s): Victor Jara Performer(s): Victor Jara
La mujer que a los veinte esta soltera es porque se ha caido de la azotea La mujer que a los treinta no tiene novio es porque le ha puesto llave al escritorio
Esta tona me la enseño una tia mia que me decia: la esperanza es lo ultimo que se pierde y murio soltera fijense
La mujer que a los cuarenta no se ha casado es porque tiene el cuarto desalojado La mujer que a los cincuenta quiere estar sola es que se le ha enfriado la cacerola
Dream
Composer(s): Johnny Mercer
First release by: Pied Pipers - 1945
Covered by multiple other artists
Get in touch with that sundown fellow As he tiptoes across the sand He's got a million kinds of stardust Pick your fav'rite brand, and
Dream when you're feeling blue Dream, that's the thing to do Just watch the smoke rings rise in the air You'll find your share of memories there So, dream when the day is through Dream and they might come true Things never are as bad as they seem So dream, dream, dream Things never are as bad as they seem So dream, dream, dream
No Se Sabe Donde Suena Un Acordeon Ladra Un Perro Loco A Una Nube Gris Canta Un Marinero Que Anda Sin Timon Y Pasa Con Sus Flores La Dulce Mimi
Hay Un Olor Fuerte Que Llego Del Mar Con Su Andar Pesado, Torpe Y De Barril Sin Hombre Que Pueda De Nuevo Estrenar Pasa, Pasa Con Sus Flores La Dulce Mimi
La Dulce Mimi Manchon De Carmin Boca Desdentada La Dulce Mimi Amor De Serrin En Cama Sudada
La Noche Vendra Y Sola Estara Sola, Sin Hombre Y Sin Pan ¡ay¡ ¡ay Que Pena Me Da! La Dulce Mimi
Del Ayer Conserva Un Negro Manton Y Un Retrato Antiguo Que Alumbra Un Candil Igual Que Un Fantasma Por El Callejon Pasa Con Sus Flores La Dulce Mimi
Al Primer Borracho Que Encontro Al Pasar Se Ofrecio Lo Mismo Que Una Vieja Actriz Con Los Pies De Plomo Y La Soledad Pasa Con Sus Flores La Dulce Mimi
Dreadlock Holiday Composer(s): Graham Gouldman - Eric Stewart
Performer(s): 10cc - 1978
I was walkin' down the street concentrating on trucking right I heard a dark voice beside of me And I looked 'round in a state of fright
I saw four faces, one mad; a brother from the gutter They looked me up and down a bit and turned to each other
I say, I don't like cricket, oh no, I love it I don't like cricket, oh no, I love it
Don't you walk through my words You got to show some respect Don't you walk through my words 'Cause you ain't heard me out yet
Well, he looked down on my silver chain He said: 'I'll give you one dollar' I said: 'You've got to be joking, man It was a present from me mother'
He said: 'I like it, I want it, I'll take it off your hands And you'll be sorry you crossed me You better understand That you're alone (a long way from home)
And I say, I don't like Reggae, oh no, I love it I don't like Reggae, oh no, I love it
Don't you cramp me style Don't you queer me pitch Don't you walk through my words 'Cause you ain't heard me out yet
I hurried back to the swimming pool sinking Pina Colada I heard a dark voice beside me say 'Would you like something harder?'
She said: 'I've got it, you want it, my harvest is the best And if you try it You'll like it and whollow in a Dreadlock holiday
And I say, don't like Jamaica, oh no, I love her Don't like Jamaica, oh no, I love her, oh yea
Don't you walk through her words You got to show some respect Don't you walk through her words 'Cause you ain't heard me out yet
I don't like cricket, oh no, I love it (Dreadlock holiday) I don't like Reggae, oh no, I love it (Dreadlock holiday) I don't like Jamaica, oh no, I love her (Dreadlock holiday)
La Drôle De Fin ((English Version: Last Tango (by Raymond Vincent)) Composer(s): Raymond Vincent - Bruno Libert - Meakin - J.M. Rivat Performer(s): Sylvie Vartan
On s'est connus C'était si bien Qui aurait vu Notre destin On n'a pas su Aller très loin Le beau début La drôle de fin
De plus en plus Tu prends le train Je ne sais plus Quand tu reviens Le beau début La drôle de fin
Où vont-ils donc? Les hommes quand ils s'en vont Ne saura-t-on jamais Quand ils nous abandonnent Ils sont bien quelque part Sur le quai d'une gare Dans un café anglais Un hôtel espagnol
Où vont-ils donc? Les hommes quand ils s'en vont Ne saura-t-on jamais Quand ils nous abandonnent Ils sont bien quelque part Sur le quai d'une gare Dans un café anglais Un hôtel espagnol
Ne pleure plus Laisse mes mains On est fichus On le sait bien Le beau début La drôle de fin
Où vont-ils donc? Les hommes quand ils s'en vont Ne saura-t-on jamais Quand ils nous abandonnent Ils sont bien quelque part Sur le quai d'une gare Dans un café anglais Un hôtel espagnol
Où vont-ils donc? Les hommes quand ils s'en vont Ne saura-t-on jamais Quand ils nous abandonnent Ils sont bien quelque part Sur le quai d'une gare Dans un café anglais Un hôtel espagnol
Où vont-ils donc? Les hommes quand ils s'en vont Ne saura-t-on jamais Quand ils nous abandonnent Ils sont bien quelque part Sur le quai d'une gare Dans un café anglais Un hôtel espagnol
Last Tango ((French Version: La Drôle De Fin (by Sylvie Vartan)) Composer(s): Raymond Vincent - Bruno Libert - Meakin Performer(s): Raymond Vincent
Rolling along Rue de la Paix Hearing a song, turn it away And all alone, killing the day Rolling along Rue de la Paix Drift in a park Picking the score Back in a car Call it a bore Call it a bore Call it a bore
For all the years he tried They said he wasn't right They left him in the night To win a bitter fight He knew they couldn't know They'd never seen his show And in a final throe He wrote his last tango For all the years he tried They said he wasn't right They left him in the night To win a bitter fight He knew they couldn't know They'd never seen his show And in a final throe He wrote his last tango
Back in his room Another tune The show begins But no one will win Got to be strong Well, it's been so long Back in the room Writing a tune
Turn on the light No time to hide Run down the street Hit on the side Isn't that neat? Isn't that neat?
For all the years he tried They said he wasn't right They left him in the night To win a bitter fight He knew they couldn't know They'd never seen his show And in a final throe He wrote his last tango
Those years he tried They said he wasn't right They left him in the night To win a bitter fight He knew they couldn't know They'd never seen his show And in a final throe He wrote his last tango
Those years he tried They said he wasn't right They left him in the night To win a bitter fight He knew they couldn't know They'd never seen his show And in a final throe He wrote his last tango
Dragonfly Composer(s): Frank Marino
Performer(s): Frank Marino & Mahogany Rush
Well listen, someday You'll hear a rush of wings So distant, a sound of secret things There, look there, up in that rusty sky Yonder, sweeps the dragonfly So awesome, he blocks the setting sun He'll come to collect the souls of everyone Come dragon, come In from the sun He floats with an eerie grace A giant blue green sentinal From some distant time and space And because he'll come, he'll have no regrets Surely he'll come to lay this birth to rest I know one day you'll see him But please don't ask me why He will be a secret dragonfly Fly dragon fly, here from the sky So if you hear that sound I'm talkin' about When you know he's near When your times run out Well don't you fear There's nothing that you can say Cause he'll appear and take you to that special place He'll take you there He'll take you there He'll take you there He'll take you there He'll take you there He'll take you...
La Donna Riccia Composer(s): Domenico Modugno Performer(s): Domenico Modugno and multiple other artists
Pigghiate cu ti pare si vo' ti sposi però nun ti pigghiari 'na donna riccia Cu ricci e ricciteddi issa t'incanta però dopo du' misi voli ti pianta No, No, No, No, No, No... Riccia...No! Picchì da ogni ricciu te caccia 'nu capricciu... La Donna Riccia Nun La Vogliu No! Picchì da ogni ricciu/te caccia 'nu capricciu... La Donna Riccia Nun La Vogliu No! La Donna Riccia Nun La Vogliu No! Si prima 'ole te vasa poi 'ole te lassa nun ci capisci nenti è comu matassa Te mbrigghia e poi te sbrigghia... C'é cu 'mpazzisci però si te carizza tu t'addurmisci! No, No, No, No, No, No... Riccia...No! Picchì da ogni ricciu te caccia 'nu capricciu... La Donna Riccia Nun La Vogliu No! Picchì da ogni ricciu te caccia 'nu capricciu... La Donna Riccia Nun La Vogliu No! La Donna Riccia Nun La Vogliu No! La Donna Riccia Nun La Vogliu No!
Draggin' The Line Composer(s): Tommy James - Bob King
First release by: Tommy James - 1970
Covered by multiple other artists
Makin' a livin' The old hard way We're takin' and givin' By day by day
I dig snow and rain And the bright sunshine Draggin' the line (draggin' the line)
My dog Sam Eats purple flowers We ain't got much But what we've got's ours
But we dig snow and rain And the bright sunshine Draggin' the line (draggin' the line) Draggin' the line (draggin' the line)
I feel fine I'm talkin' 'bout peace of mind I'm gonna take my time I'm gettin' a good time Draggin' the line (draggin' the line) Draggin' the line (draggin' the line)
Lovin' and free And feelin' the spirit We're huggin' a tree When you get near it
We're diggin' the snow and rain And the bright sunshine Draggin' the line (draggin' the line) Draggin' the line (draggin' the line)
I feel fine I'm talkin' 'bout peace of mind I'm gonna take my time I'm gettin' a good time Draggin' the line (draggin' the line) Draggin' the line (draggin' the line)
Draggin' the line (draggin' the line) la la la la la la la .....
Drag City Composer(s): Jan Berry - Roger "Hot Dog Rog" Christian - Brian Wilson
Performer(s): Jan & Dean
Burn up that quarter mile
Just tuned my car, now she really peels A-lookin' real tough with chrome reverse wheels A Blue Coral wax job sure looks pretty Gonna get my chick and make it out to Drag City
Yeah Well, I'm goin' to Drag City (run her through, now) Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now) Goin' to Drag City (run her through, now) Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now) Burn up that quarter mile
The DJ's sayin' on my favorite station The Drag City races are the fastest in the nation Wheels are the wildest and the stockers are pretty I'll get my honey, grab some money, split to Drag City
Well, I'm goin' to Drag City (run her through, now) Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now) Goin' to Drag City (run her through, now) Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now) Burn up that quarter mile
'Round the dragway thick exhaust fills the air The final teams tachin' up and action everywhere Checkered flags, wheelstands, sure sounds pretty To hear the cheers, bring your ears out to Drag City
Well, I'm goin' to Drag City (run her through, now) Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now) Goin' to Drag City (run her through, now) Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now) Burn up that quarter mile
Well, I'm goin' to Drag City (run her through, now) Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now) Goin' to Drag City (run her through, now) Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now) Burn up that quarter mile Burn up that quarter mile
La Domenica Delle Salme Composer(s): Fabrizio De André First release by: Fabrizio De André - 1990
Tentò la fuga in tram verso le sei del mattino dalla bottiglia di orzata dove galleggiava Milano non fu difficile seguirlo il poeta della Baggina la sua anima accesa mandava luce di lampadina gli incendiarono il letto sulla strada di Trento riuscì a salvarsi dalla sua barba un pettirosso da combattimento I polacchi non morirono subito e inginocchiati agli ultimi semafori rifacevano il trucco alle troie di regime lanciate verso il mare i trafficanti di saponette mettevano pancia verso est chi si convertiva nel novanta era dispensato nel novantuno la scimmia del quarto Reich ballava la polka sopra il muro e mentre si arrampicava le abbiamo visto tutto il culo la piramide di Cheope volle essere ricostruita in quel giorno di festa masso per masso schiavo per schiavo comunista per comunista La domenica delle salme non si udirono fucilate il gas esilarante presidiava le strade La domenica delle salme si portò via tutti i pensieri e le regine del tua culpa affollarono i parrucchieri Nell'assolata galera patria il secondo secondino disse a "Baffi di Sego" che era il primo si può fare domani sul far del mattino e furono inviati messi fanti cavalli cani ed un somaro d annunciare l'amputazione della gamba di Renato Curcio il carbonaro il ministro dei temporali in un tripudio di tromboni auspicava democrazia con la tovaglia sulle mani e le mani sui coglioni - voglio vivere in una città dove all'ora dell'aperitivo non ci siano spargimenti di sangue o di detersivo a tarda sera io e il mio illustre cugino De Andrade eravamo gli ultimi cittadini liberi di questa famosa città civile perché avevamo un cannone nel cortile La domenica delle salme nessuno si fece male tutti a seguire il feretro del defunto ideale la domenica delle salme si sentiva cantare - quant'è bella giovinezza non vogliamo più invecchiare Gli ultimi viandanti si ritirarono nelle catacombe accesero la televisione e ci guardarono cantare per una mezz'oretta poi ci mandarono a cagare -voi che avete cantato sui trampoli e in ginocchio con i pianoforti a tracolla vestiti da Pinocchio voi che avete cantato per i longobardi e per i centralisti per l'Amazzonia e per la pecunia nei palastilisti e dai padri Maristi voi avevate voci potenti lingue allenate a battere il tamburo voi avevate voci potenti adatte per il vaffanculo La domenica delle salme gli addetti alla nostalgia accompagnarono tra i flauti il cadavere di Utopia la domenica delle salme fu una domenica come tante il giorno dopo c'erano segni di una pace terrificante mentre il cuore d'Italia da Palermo ad Aosta si gonfiava in un coro di vibrante protesta
The Draft Dodger Rag Composer(s): Phil Ochs First release by: The Mitchell Trio - 1964 Covered by multiple other artists
I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American town I believe in God and Senator Dodd and keeping old Castro down And when it came my time to serve I knew better dead than red But when I got to my old draft board, buddy, this is what I said Sarge, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen And I always carry a purse I got eyes like a bat, my feet are flat, and my asthma's getting worse O think of my career, my sweetheart dear, and my poor old invalid aunt Besides, I ain't no fool, I'm a goin' to school, and I'm working in a defense plant I've got a dislocated disc and a racked up back I'm allergic to flowers and bugs And when bombshells hit, I get epileptic fits And I'm addicted to a thousand drugs I got the weakness woes, I can't touch my toes I can hardly touch my knees And if the enemy came close to me I'd probably start to sneeze I hate Chou En Lai, and I hope he dies but one thing you gotta see That someone's gotta go over there but that someone isn't me So I wish you well, Sarge, give 'em Hell Yeah kill me a thousand or more And if you ever get a war without blood and gore Well I'll be the first to go
