Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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La Stagione Dell'amore Composer(s): Giusto Pio - Franco Battiato First release by: Franco Battiato - 1983 Covered by multiple other artists
La stagione dell'amore viene e va i desideri non invecchiano quasi mai con l'età Se penso a come ho speso male il mio tempo che non tornerà, non ritornerà più La stagione dell'amore viene e va all'improvviso senza accorgerti, la vivrai, ti sorprenderà Ne abbiamo avute di occasioni perdendole; non rimpiangerle, non rimpiangerle mai Ancora un'altro entusiasmo ti farà pulsare il cuore Nuove possibilità per conoscersi e gli orizzonti perduti non ritornano mai La stagione dell'amore tornerà con le paure e le scommesse questa volta quanto durerà Se penso a come ho speso male il mio tempo che non tornerà, non ritornerà più
Back Pocket Money
Composer(s): Tom T. Hall
Performer(s): Jimmy Newman
My baby won't give me no back pocket money
She's afraid I'll spend it on the girls downtown
Front pocket money, just the nickel and dime stuff
Sure cuts down my running around
Back pocket money, holding cold cash
Makes all the girls think I'm a fancy-dan
Front pocket money won't make the girls smile
Oh, and I wish I was a back pocket money man
Do somethin' good here for me, boys
Clever rooster ain't worth much if he can't pull some
My Baby said, "Leave all them little chicks alone"
So she won't give me no back pocket money
Said I'd be better off if I'd do a little crowin' at home
Back pocket money, holding cold cash
Makes all the girls think I'm a fancy-dan
Front pocket money won't make the girls smile
Lord, I wish I was a back pocket money man
Non dobbiamo avere pazienza, ma
accampare pretese intorno o noi
come in un assedio, ed essere aggrediti
dalle voglie più voluminose
un fiore, che è un fiore
io non te l' ho mai comprato
vuoi improvvisato, vuoi confezionato, ma
trasferisco da te tutti i fiorai
ed è più facile a dirsi
e infatti te lo dico
Ti piacciono i dolci
ed io sul tuo terrazzo impianto
un'impastatrice industriale
che mescola e sciorina la crema per le scale
Se tu ti vesti, io sul tuo balcone
faccio calare un forno ad indumenti
tutti i paracadute ed un tendone bianco da sceicco
ed è più facile a dirsi che a dimostrarlo falso
e infatti te lo dico perché non basta il pensiero
Vuoi prendere un treno di notte
pieno di paralumi e di damasco per dormire
sennò a che serve un treno
alzo con le mie leve tutti i binari
e, senza alcun disagio di viaggiare in discesa
scivolano da te tutti i vagoni
Ti lascio immaginare cosa succederebbe
se tu volessi bere, se tu volessi volare
se tu volessi l'ultimo centimetro di cima
del monte che ti pare
per farne niente o per otturare
un buchetto qualsiasi in fondo a un mare
Trascurando il tempo ed il riso
tu escludi le risorse più abusive
che sono state mai precise come
sul tuo bel viso rilassato ed inespressivo
Se nulla capivo, qui tu finalmente
nulla lasciavi germogliare sulla brulla
paradossale, tra noi terra infondata
dove sono i leoni
ammattiti e marroni
lasciando immaginare
la sposa occidentale
La sposa occidentale sembra quasi ridere
e invece lei respira
quasi piangere, ma gira
dall'altra parte il viso, ma ritorna
portando sue notizie inaspettate
amando tutto ciò che adora
chiama con nomi fittizi le cose
così, semmai, le rose
son spasimi, per ora
Back Out Composer(s): Bob Marley Performer(s): Bob Marley
Back out, this is the rout! Back out, and shut your mouth! Back out, you ain't got no behaviour! Back out, don't know who could be your saviour! Yahso, Mistress Martin Couldn't speak like yahso! Yahso, Mistress Martin Couldn't speak like yahso, yahso, yahso, yahso! Yeah!
Back out, and shut your mouth! Back out, ooh, yea-eah! Back out, you're makin' things go slow! Back out, on the go! Yahso, Mistress Martin: Couldn't speak like yahso! Yahso, Mistress Martin Could never speak like yahso, yahso, yahso (yahso)! Ooh, yeah!
Eh! Yahso, Mistress Martin Couldn't speak like yahso! Yahso, Mistress Martin Could never speak like yahso, yahso, yahso (yahso)!
Eh! Ooh! Back out now, and shut your mouth (Back out!) Shut your mouth! (Back out!) Makin' things go slow! (Back out!) Now you're on the go! (Back out!) You're back - back - back - now! (Back out!) You never, never knew (Back out!) You would be back - back - back now! (Back out!)
Back O'town Blues Performer(s): Louis Armstrong & Luis Russell
I had a woman Livin' way back o' town Yeah she treated me right Never let me down But I wasn't satisfied I had to run around
Now she's gone and left me I'm worried as can be Oh I've searched this world all over Wonderin' where she could be I would ask that she forgive me And maybe she'll come back to me
(But I doubt it)
I'm lonesome and blue And I've learned a thing or two Oh fellas here's a tip I'm gonna pass on down to you Never mistreat your woman 'Cause it's gonna bounce right back on you
La Solitude Ça N'existe Pas Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë - Gilbert Bécaud Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud; Nicoletta
La solitude ça n'existe pas La solitude ça n'existe pas La solitude ça n'existe pas La solitude ça n'existe pas
Chez moi il n'y a plus que moi Et pourtant ça ne me fait pas peur La radio, la télé sont là Pour me donner le temps et l'heure J'ai ma chaise au Café du Nord J'ai mes compagnons de flipper Et quand il fait trop froid dehors Je vais chez les petites surs des curs
La solitude ça n'existe pas La solitude ça n'existe pas
Peut-être encore pour quelques loups Quelques malheureux sangliers Quelques baladins, quelques fous Quelques poètes démodés Il y a toujours quelqu'un pour quelqu'un Il y a toujours une société Non, ce n'est pas fait pour les chiens Le Club Méditerranée
La solitude ça n'existe pas La solitude ça n'existe pas
Tu te trompes, petite fille Si tu me crois désespéré Ma nature a horreur du vide L'univers t'a remplacée Si je veux, je peux m'en aller A Hawaii, à Woodstock ou ailleurs Et y retrouver des milliers Qui chantent pour avoir moins peur
La solitude ça n'existe pas La solitude ça n'existe pas La solitude ça n'existe pas La solitude ça n'existe pas
Back On The Street
Composer(s): Stuart "Woody" Wood
Performer(s): Bay City Rollers
You've been high on love I've been on my knees I've been stuck in the middle Now you know how it feels I'm back on my feet Down on the street
Yes, I'm back on the street I feel the sound of the beat You know I'm down on the street I'm here to stay Yes I'm back on the street I hear the music of the street It's everywhere
I've been wasting time You've been chasing me Now you're out of my mind Time has set me free And I'm back on the street Back on the beat
Yes I'm back on the street I feel the sound of the beat You know I'm down on the street I'm here to stay Yes I'm back on the street I hear the music of the street It's everywhere
Yes I'm back on the street I feel the sound of the beat You know I'm down on the street I'm here to stay Yes I'm back on the street I'll see you down on the street I feel the sound of the beat I'm here to stay Yes I'm back on the street
Moi je n'ai plus rien à te donner Mon cur est une ville abandonnée Mes yeux sont secs d'avoir trop pleuré Laisse moi tu ne peux pas m'aider Un désert ne donne rien Que des pierres et du chagrin
La solitude est un grand pays J'y vivrai le reste de ma vie
Et quand la neige de cet hiver Recouvrira les arbres et la terre Je m'enfermerai dans mon chagrin Tout seul avec mon chien Son image me poursuit Au bout des jours et des nuits
La solitude est un grand pays J'y vivrai le reste de ma vie La solitude est un grand pays J'y vivrai le reste de ma vie
Va-t'en, va-t'en sans te retourner Toute ma vie n'est que du passé L'arbre mort ne donne rien Que son ombre et du chagrin
La solitude est un grand pays J'y vivrai le reste de ma vie ...
Back On The Road
Composer(s): Al McKay - Davitt Sigerson - Eddie Money - Maurice White
Performer(s): Earth, Wind & Fire; Eddie Money
Time to get back on the road
Gonna leave these troubles behind
Time to carry the load
what my life is a true design
You won't reach me by phone
I'll be moving round between the line
Time to get back on the road
Gonna mend this heart of mine
Don't you cry, when I say goodbye
Baby, baby, carry on
Don't you cry, when I say goodbye
'Cause baby, you're not alone
The love that we shared was grand
but not enough to keep me still
I hope someday you understand
Music gives my heart, a thrill
Don't you cry, when I say goodbye
Baby, baby, carry on
Don't you cry, when I say goodbye
'Cause, baby, you're not alone
Since the day that my life began
A band has been my true life plan
Time to get back on the road
Feel the music, take the stand
You are my true love
Still there will be no one, to take your place
This feeling, I can't erase
Got to move and have my space
Don't you cry, when I say goodbye
Baby, baby, carry on
Don't you cry, when I say goodbye
'Cause, baby, you're not alone
Lluvia de sol, moja el rosal prisionero agosto de los años sólo de luz, iba mi andar esperando el grito de tu mano Tu guitarrear, la sexta en re y el dolido acorde disonante vuelve a traer aquel querer y el lejano tiempo del amante Como la lluvia fué tu querer tu querer tu querer perdido sólo quedó el rosal el rosal, el rosal herido sólo quedé sin una flor sólo, sólo, sólo... Grito del mar, salándome la atrevida noche del verano muerte del sol, sobre los dos y tu mano presa entre mis manos Vuelve otra vez, vuelve a llorar con tu larga lluvia de ojos claros quiero escuchar, tu sexta en re fiel con mi guitarra junto al faro Como la lluvia fué tu querer tu querer tu querer perdido sólo quedó el rosal el rosal, el rosal herido sólo quedé sin una flor sólo, sólo, sólo...
Back On The Chain Gang
Composer(s): Chrissie Hynde
First release by: The Pretenders - 1984
I found a picture of you, oh What hijacked my world that night To a place in the past We've been cast out of, oh Now we're back in the fight
We're back on the train yeah (ooh, ah) Oh
A circumstance beyond our control, oh The phone, TV and the news of the world Got in the house like a pigeon from Hell, oh Threw sand in your eyes and descended like flies Put us back on the train yeah (ooh, ah) Oh, back on the chain gang
The powers that be That force us to live like we do Bring me to my knees When I see what they've done to you
But I'll die as I stand her today Knowing that deep in my heart They'll fall to ruin one day For making us apart
I found a picture of you, oh Those were the happiest days of my life Now we're back on the train Oh, back on the chain gang
Like a break in the battle was your part, oh In the wretched life of a lonely heart Now we're back on the train Oh, back on the chain gang
La Seule Fille Que J'aime Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
Je me demande si j'aurais pu Vivre sans toi une heure de plus Sans te connaître je t'aurais reconnue Au bout du monde ou bien dans ma rue Tu étais comme je t'imaginais Les yeux les cheveux dont je rêvais Tu a mis le ciel dans ma maison Et puis du soleil dans mes chansons Tu as tout rangé tu as tout changé Tu as réussi à m'apprivoiser Tu m'a fais l'amour avec tant d'amour Tout au long des nuits et tout au long de jours
Aujourd'hui je peux bien te l'avouer Malgré nos folies et nos guerres et nos paix Malgré la vie tu es toujours sans problèmes La seule fille que j'aime
Tu as mis beaucoup d'eau dans mon vin Mon chien est devenu ton copain Il m'arrive de te regarder dormir Pour te voler la nuit un sourire Tu ris de tout un rien te fais pleurer Tu es si fragile j'ai peur de te blesser Tu as mis du bleu dans ma maison Et puis de l'amour dans mes chansons Oui, tu es une femme autant qu'une enfant Et tu as besoin de moi tout le temps Tu m'a fais l'amour avec tant d'amour Tout au long des nuits et tout au long de jours Oui, je suis sûr que rien ne nous fera changer
Aujourd'hui je peux bien te l'avouer Malgré nos envies et tout ce que j'ai fais Malgré nos folies et nos guerres et nos paix Malgré la vie tu es toujours sans problèmes La seule fille que j'aime
Back On My Mind Again
Composer(s): Conrad Pierce - Charles Quillen
Performer(s): Ronnie Milsap; Floyd Cramer
I took some time
To clear my mind
To give my mind a change of atmosphere
I had some fun
Lying in the sun
Daytone is nice this time of year
I saw lovers hand in hand
Building castles in the sand
And doing all the things we did back then
But just when I think
I'm through lovin you
You're back on my mind again
Back on my mind
Time after time
I wonder if this heart will ever mend
Cuz just when I think
I'm through lovin you
You're back on my mind again
I came out of my shell
Really doing well
I met someone who thinks the world of me
She talks of things
And whispers loving things
She's everything you'd want a girl to be
But when she holds me tight
The feeling isn't right
It seems as though I'm never gonna win
Cuz just when I think
I'm through lovin you
You're back on my mind again
Back on my mind
Time after time
I wonder if this heart will ever mend
Cuz just when I think
I'm through lovin you
You're back on my mind again
Back on my mind
Time after time
I wonder if this heart will ever mend
Cuz just when I think
I'm through lovin you
You're back on my mind again
La Serie Dei Numeri Composer(s): Angelo Branduardi Performer(s): Angelo Branduardi
E tu bel bimbo, bimbo mio dolce dimmi, cosa vuoi che io ti canti? Cantami dei numeri la serie sino a che io oggi non la impari Unica è la morte, niente altro, niente più... due i buoi legati al carro e sono tre le parti del mondo quattro le pietre di Merlino che affilano le spade degli eroi Unica è la morte, niente altro, niente più... E sul cammino che il tempo fa cinque finora sono le età, e sono sei le erbe che nel calderone il nano mescolerà... Sette sono i soli, sette le lune otto sono i fuochi accesi a Maggio attorno alla fontana sono nove le fanciulle che danzano alla luna... Unica è la morte, niente altro, niente più... E dieci vascelli sono venuti portandoci la guerra da lontano Undici guerrieri sono tornati quand'erano in trecento a partire... Unica è la morte, niente altro, niente più... E sul cammino che il tempo fa cinque finora sono le età e sono dodici i mesi che giorno per giorno, da sempre segnando va E dodici ancora sono i segni che tu puoi leggere nel cielo guerra tra di loro han dichiarato questa che ti canto sarà la fine Unica è la morte, niente altro, niente più... Allora la tromba suonerà avremo fuoco e tuono, pioggia e vento la serie dei numeri è finita per l'uno sai che non c'è serie Unica è la morte, e due i buoi e tre la parti, quattro le pietre cinque le età e sei le erbe sette sono i soli, sette le lune otto sono i fuochi e nove le fanciulle ma dieci i vascelli, undici i guerrieri dodici i segni, dodici i mesi e unica la morte, da sempre madre del dolore
Back On My Feet Again
Composer(s): Randy Newman
Performer(s): Randy Newman
Doctor let me tell you something about myself
I'm a college man and I'm very wealthy
I've got no time to trifle with trash like you
'Cause I must be 'bout my business
My brother's a machinist in a textile mill
And he makes more money than you ever will
He just got married to a Polish girl
With a space between her teeth
My sister's a dancer up in Baltimore
At a small cafe on Main
But she ran off with a Negro from the Eastern Shore
Dr., she didn't even know his name
Get me back on my feet again
Back on my feet again
Open the door and set me free
Get me back on my feet again
He took her down to Mobile in a railroad train
He said, "Driver, take me to the Hotel Paree"
He went into the washroom
Washed his face and hands
Dr., when he come out he was white as you and me
He said, "Girl, I'm not a Negro I'm a millionaire
As you can plainly see
So many women love my money
But you have proved that you love only me
"I'm going to teach you to play polo and how to water ski
And you won't have to dance no more
And I no longer must pretend to be
A Negro from the Eastern Shore"
Doctor, doctor, what you say
How 'bout letting me out today?
Ain't no reason for me to stay
Everybody's so far away
Get me back on my feet again
Back on my feet again
Open the door and set me free
Get me back on my feet again
La Serenata Composer(s): Francesco Paolo Tosti - Giovanni Alfredo Cesareo Performer(s): Andrea Bocelli and multiple other artists
Vola, o serenata: La mia diletta è sola e, con la bella testa abbandonata posa tra le lenzuola O serenata, vola O serenata, vola Splende pura la luna l'ale il silenzio stende e dietro I veni dell'alcova bruna la lampada s'accende Pure la luna splende Pure la luna splende Vola, o serenata Vola, o serenata, vola Ah! là Ah! là
Vola, o serenata: La mia diletta è sola ma sorridendo ancor mezzo assonnata torna fra le lenzuola O serenata, vola O serenata, vola L'onda sogna su `l lido e `l vento su la fronda e a' baci miei ricusa ancore un nido la mia signora bionda Sogna su `l lido l'onda Sogna su `l lido l'onda Vola, o serenata Vola, o serenata, vola Ah! là Ah! là
Back On Line
Composer(s): Jon Farriss - Michael Hutchence
Performer(s): INXS
Maybe there's something in me Trying to hitch another ride Have you ever felt this moment When you're looking out of control All the ways I could have taken Just add up to indecision
I'm gonna get this back on line To me there's no reason why All my troubles soon be leaving Wash away the pain of mine
Get me to the place I'm standing There's a reason down below Maybe there is something in me Trying to take another ride Have you ever felt the moment When you're losing all control
