Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Invisible Tears Composer(s): Sue Miller; Ned Miller Performer(s): Ray Conniff and multiple other artists
Invisible tears in my eyes Incredible pain in my heart Indestructable memories Are passing in review Impossible though things may get Improbable I will forget Indelible memories Of sweet loveable you (ou-ou)
You're back agai-ain (ooh-ooh-ooh) So I'll let you in (ooh-ooh-ooh) Although I'm only stealing Pictures from the past Those arms are not real (ooh-ooh-ooh) But somehow I feel (ooh-ooh-ooh) If I'd just close my eyes Then maybe it will last
Invisible tears in my eyes Incredible pain in my heart Indestructable memories Are passing in review Impossible though things may get Improbable I will forget Indelible memories Of sweet loveable you Indelible memories
New York Mining Disaster 1941 Composer(s): Barry Gibb; Maurice Gibb; Robin Gibb Performer(s): The Bee Gees;
In the event of something happening to me there is something I would like you all to see It's just a photograph of someone that I knew
Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones? Do you know what it's like on the outside? Don't go talking too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones
I keep straining my ears to hear a sound Maybe someone is digging underground or have they given up and all gone home to bed thinking those who once existed must be dead
Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones? Do you know what it's like on the outside? Don't go talking too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones
In the event of something happening to me there is something I would like you all to see It's just a photograph of someone that I knew
Hvae you seen my wife, Mr. Jones? Do you know what it's like on the outside? Don't go talking too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones
Invisible (A John y Paul) Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Si yo tuviera el aro de Giges y le pidiera desaparecer sólo lo haría para camuflarme de algunos espías que no quiero ver Nunca sería para sorprenderte bebiendo de otras ambrosías me excita más la alevosía brutal de no verte cuándo no eres mía... Ay, si pudiera ser si pudiera ser... invisible invisible amor Si me tomara la mezcla de Griffin y me esfumara para no volver sólo lo haría para liberarme de mi biografía sin dejar de ser E intentaría que mi transparencia fundiese con su anatomía y ya entrados en herejías tu concupiscencia me reencarnaría... Ay, si pudiera ser... Si fuera el gato burlón de Cheshire haría un trato con mi creador no sonreiría jamás si consigue que Alicia sonría entre tanto horror Entregaría al rey mi cabeza incluso mi cuerpo invisible si a cambio no fuera posible jamás tu tristeza tu melancolía Ay, si pudiera ser...
New York Juillet Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
New York Juillet, chaleur épaisse Sueur, poussière et paresse Odeur de brûlé et de graisse Couleur, néon fluor Trois heures AM, deux blocs à l'est Sax ténor, sur une fenêtre Le son est noir et bleu comme la nuit Musique en rouge et or New York Juillet dans tes narines Silence glacé? Cocaïne Chambre inconnue, miroirs, caresses Odeurs, poppers and sex
New York Juillet, mes mains qui glissent Tequila fraîche, sur tes cuisses Trois mots tapés sur la machine Tee-shirt trempé gazoline Adolescentes, en roller skates Funky music, à fond la caisse Training moulant, longues chaussettes Ambiance dorée, paillettes Paupières bleues des filles pâles CB GB dans un râle Harley surchauffée, shadows Blousons de cuir poussière
New York Juillet, brûlés d'Afrique Jusqu'à la 125e street Range ses bijoux et puis s'endort Cinq heures tout près du port Un taxi jaune, la fumée bleue Sax ténor, bien vitreux
La Liberté saigne en vitrine Statue, couronne d'épines
La Liberté saigne en vitrine Statue, couronne d'épines
Invincible Composer(s): Holly Knight; Simon Climie Performer(s): Pat Benatar
This bloody road remains a mystery This sudden darkness fills the air What are we waiting for? Won't anybody help us? What are we waiting for?
We can't afford to be innocent Stand up and face the enemy It's a do or die situation We will be Invincible
This shattered dream you cannot justify We're gonna scream until we're satisified What are we running for? We've got the right to be angry What are we running for? When there's no where we can run to anymore
We can't afford to be innocent Stand up and face the enemy It's a do or die situation We will be Invincible And with the power of conviction There is no sacrifice It's a do or die situation We will be Invincible
Won't anybody help us? What are we running for? When there's no where, no where we can run to anymore
We can't afford to be innocent Stand up and face the enemy It's a do or die situation We will be Invincible And with the power of conviction There is no sacrifice It's a do or die situation We will be Invincible
New York Groove Composer(s): Russ Ballard Performer(s): Kiss; and various other artists
It's been a year since I was here On the street I'm just passing my time away To the left and to the right a town of stone grows to the sky And it's out of sight in a fading light here I am again in the city With a fist full of dollars and baby you gotta believe
I'm back back in the New York groove I'm back back in the New York groove I'm back in the New York groove. in the New York groove.
In the back of a Cadillac with a lady by my side Tell you where I'll be stop at third and forty tree Dance into the night it's gonna be ectasy This day was made for me
Le nove di sera, domenica sera d'inverno fa freddo, c'è nebbia in fondo alla strada s'è accesa l'insegna "Blue Garden: si balla" Qualcuno ha già aperto le grandi vetrate d'ingresso canterà Baby Silver qualcuno giù in sala accenna sul piano un motivo di blues...
Si veste un cameriere, è domenica sera si annoda un orchestrale la cravatta in seta nera e indossa il capo orchestra la giacca in lamè blu...
Nel bar di luci e specchi col ghiaccio dentro ai secchi c' è un giovane invecchiato che non sorride più....
Le dieci di sera, domenica sera d'inverno che gocciola fumo ma dentro alla sala il caldo dimentica il resto del mondo... L'orchestra ha finito un brano dal ritmo latino " Cuban cha-cha-cha" singhiozza il clarino seguendo il ricamo di note in "Stardust"...
Bisogna divertirsi, è domenica sera c'è da dimenticare la noia pesa e nera c'è da dimenticare la favole che fu...
Potere dire "vivo! " sull'onda d'un motivo stringendosi una donna che non si vedrà più...
E' l'una passata, domenica sera d'inverno ormai lunedì persone che sciamano macchiano il buio di risa e rimpianti l'insegna violenta i visi che mordono freddo di atroce blu-neon poi a un tratto si spegne e non resta che il suono dell'oscurità...
C'è da ricominciare un'altra settimana strascinando nei giorni l'attesa quotidiana scordando e stemperando la tua precarietà...
La notte sale adagio, la strada è di un randagio che annusa i suoi fantasmi e abbaia alla città...
New York City Serenade Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen; Pete Yorn
Billy he's down by the railroad tracks Sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac Diamond Jackie, she's so intact As she falls so softly beneath him Jackie's heels are stacked Billy's got cleats on his boots Together they're gonna boogaloo down Broadway and come back home with the loot It's midnight in Manhattan, this is no time to get cute It's a mad dog's promenade So walk tall or baby don't walk at all Fish lady, oh fish lady She baits them tenement walls She won't take corner boys They ain't got no money And they're so easy I said "Hey, baby Won't you take my hand Walk with me down Broadway Well mama take my arm and move with me down Broadway" I'm a young man, I talk it real loud Yeah babe I walk it real proud for you Ah so shake it away So shake away your street life Shake away your city life Hook up to the train And hook up to the night train Hook it up Hook up to the train But I know that she won't take the train, no she won't take the train Oh she won't take the train, no she won't take the train Oh she won't take the train, no she won't take the train Oh she won't take the train, no she won't take the train She's afraid them tracks are gonna slow her down And when she turns this boy'll be gone So long, sometimes you just gotta walk on, walk on
Hey vibes man, hey jazz man, play me your serenade Any deeper blue and you're playin' in your grave Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the blues boy Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the darlin' yearlin' sharp boy Straight for the church note ringin', vibes man sting a trash can Listen to your junk man Listen to your junk man Listen to your junk man He's singin', he's singin', he's singin' All dressed up in satin, walkin' past the alley He's singin', singin', singin', singin'
Inventi Composer(s): Renato Zero; Filistrucchi; Conrado Performer(s): Renato Zero
Inventi le mie forme, lo stile è quello tuo...pose per ore davanti a te, mi dipingi di sole anche se non c'è: a un tratto trovo me! Inventi quei colori le ombre su di me Poi, chiudo gli occhi sul nome mio, quel che inventi lo sogni, son sempre io mi sento dentro te! Poi, mi scopro lì a volare il cielo su di me, mentre la mia mano cerca te Arrossisci un po', ma non vuoi più mandarmi via. ... Inventi la poesia! Inventi quella luce ma sono gli occhi miei! Mentre ti guardo io non so più dove finisco io e cominci tu, il sogno, la realtà Ogni volta io rinasco nei pensieri tuoi, colorato e folle più che mai Arrossisci un po', ma non vuoi più mandarmi via Inventi la poesia! Inventi la poesia!
New York City Rhythm Composer(s): Marty Panzer; Barry Manilow Performer(s): Barry Manilow
(City rhythm, oo, city rhythm, oo, city rhythm, oo)
When my heart (city rhythm) is torn apart (oo) By the love I wish I had Well, I spend my (city rhythm) nights in the city's lights (oo) And things don't seem so bad
You know the movement seems to soothe me And the tempo takes control And I lose my blues When the New York City rhythm fills my soul It's the New York City rhythm running though life (city rhythm) The pounding beat of the city streets that keeps my dreams alive
I'm lost (I'm lost), I'm found (I'm found) I'm up (I'm up), I'm down, (I'm down) but somehow I survive It's got to be the New York City rhythm in my life Oh, it's got to be the New York City rhythm in my life, in my life
(City rhythm, oo, city rhythm, oo, city rhythm, oo, city rhythm, oo)
When I'm out (city rhythm) for love or sin (oo) Oh, it's good to be in town In the funky (city rhythm) dives on the old west side (oo) There's always something going down Yes, I live my life with strangers And the danger's always there But when I hit Broadway and it's time to play You know that I don't care
It's the New York City rhythm running through my life (city rhythm) The pounding beat of the city streets that keeps my dreams alive I'm lost (I'm lost), I'm found (I'm found) I'm up (I'm up), I'm down, (I'm down) but somehow I survive It's got to be the New York City rhythm in my life Oh, it's got to be the New York City rhythm in my life, in my life
(City rhythm, oo, city rhythm)
(Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York Ooh!)
Inventaire 71 Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë; Michel Delpech; Roland Vincent Performer(s): Michel Delpech
Un mini-short, une Nana kitsch Un débardeur, et un Sapritch Une Mamy Blue, des Sexy-shops un p'tit peu partout Un carré bleu sur les pare-brises Un Sapporo, des vieux Baltard Un Jésus-Christ en superstar Un faux Chaban, un vrai Luron Gérard Nicoud au violon Et Giscard à l'accordéon Et toujours, le même président...
Il y a eu tout ça Et puis malgré tout ça Quand je t'ai rencontré Il y a eu autre chose Et tu as peint pour moi Cette année toute en rose Oui toi, oui toi
Des Bidasses en folie, une guerre au Bengale Un abbé défroqué pour une Love Story Une voiture sur la lune, un dollar pour une thune Une crise de la presse Un JJSS Une French Connection Un Pompidou-Nixon Un Maumau qui s'en va, un Charlot qui revient Un Persépolis, un putsch marocain Une grève de la police, un Ping-Pong à Pékin Et toujours, le même président...
Il y a eu tout ça Et puis malgré tout ça Quand je t'ai rencontré Il y a eu autre chose Et tu as peint pour moi Cette année toute en rose Oui toi, oui toi Mon p'tit raton-laveur
New York City Blues Composer(s): Keith Relf; Chris Dreja Performer(s): The Yardbirds; and various other artists
If you've ever been to New York City You know what I'm talking about Yes you do Well, if you've ever been to New York City You know what I'm talking about They got such pretty little girls in that big town Make a man wanna jump around and shout
I met a little girl there She was about five foot eight I said "I want you to love me" She said "Why man, that'd be great" So I got long hair but She took me back Back to see her pad But the first thing I saw when I arrived there Was a big black shiny shotgun In the hands of her dad
Alright now, this is how it was Oh no!
Well alright!
I finally learned my lesson Such a long time ago Next little woman that I date I've got to know, I've got to know her family too Yes indeed, I gotta know her family too But if you don't want to be filled full of shotgun holes Mister, this song is just for you
Invaders Composer(s): Steve Harris First release by: Iron Maiden - 1982
Longboats have been sighted the evidence of war has begun Many Nordic fighting men their swords and shields all gleam in the sun Call to arms defend yourselves get ready to stand and fight for your lives Judgement day has come around so be prepared don't run stand your ground They're coming in from the sea they've come the enemy beneath the blazing sun the battle has to be won Invaders ... Pillaging Invaders ... Looting Set ablaze the campfires alert the other men from inland Warning must be given there's not enough men here for a stand The Vikings are too many much too powerful to take on our own We must have reinforcements we cannot fight this battle alone They're coming over the hill they've come to attack they're coming in for the kill there's no turning back Invaders ... Fighting Invaders ... Marauding Axes grind and maces clash as wounded fighters fall to the ground Severed limbs and fatal woundings bloody corpses lay all around The smell of death and burning flesh the battle weary fight to the end The Saxons have been overpowered victims of the mighty Norsemen You'd better scatter and run the battle's lost and not won you'd better get away to fight another day Invaders ... Raping Invaders ... Plundering
New York City Blues Composer(s): Phil Cody; Neil Sedaka Performer(s): Neil Sedaka
Life and death in an alleyway Just a heartbeat away from a man Who's learned to turn his head away From the pain that drains the land
Harlem's not too far from here You can smell the garbage, feel the fear I hear they're gonna build a skyscraper there As if we didn't need the extra air
(Chorus) New York City blues In order to win, you gotta lose Old before your time The dirt and the grime Get into everything And the papers love to say It's the meanest town in the USA But I think it's okay It's the town I've made my home
On another side of Park Avenue Respectable folks don't know Hungry eyes take in the view Of the world that lays them low Too many years on a welfare line The old song and dance, time after time You can only get so pushed around Until you wanna tear the damn thing down
New York 85 Composer(s): Nino Ferrer Performer(s): Nino Ferrer
Pendant que tu voles sur l'Atlantique Vers les Etats-Unis d'Amérique Moi, je suis vautré dans un bar Pour y noyer ce vieux cafard Qui me remplit de haut en bas A chaque fois que tu n'es pas là Et je nage dans le Blue Lagoon Le Whisky pur, le Manhattan Et je te vois marcher toute nue Dans la 5e Avenue Rhabille-toi, tu vas prendre froid Et rapporte-moi du chocolat
Des heures que tu ne m'appelles pas Et que le temps ne s'écoule pas Comme si c'était une mélasse Et tu t'éloignes et je me lasse Et mon intolérable angoisse N'est qu'une péripétie de plus Je me sens vieux, tu n'es qu'une p'tite conne Mais je t'aimais comme personne Et je te vois marcher toute nue Dans la 5e Avenue Rhabille-toi, tu vas prendre froid Et rapporte-moi du chocolat
New Virginia Composer(s): Étienne Roda-Gil; Julien Clerc Performer(s): Julien Clerc
Je te connais Tu as ton toit Un tas d'amour De rien Un tas de n'importe quoi Un tas de mystères De cheveux, de chevaux Pas de bois De paysages labourés De pierres bien entassées Un tas de souvenirs Si petit, si frais Je te connais Tu as ton toit Et je veux vivre là
Intoxiqué Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Gaby Wagenheim Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Tu m'as fait goûter au poison de ton amour Tout en toi m'a possédé nuit et jour Pourtant quand j'ai cru toucher le paradis Sans espoir tu es partie Tu étais toute ma chance et toute ma joie Tu étais mon espérance et ma foi Mais délaissant mon amour et brisant ma vie Sans espoir tu es partie Ah! pourrais-je t'oublier Je ne le crois pas tu fais partie de moi-même Comment cesser de t'aimer Autant arracher ce coeur qui t'aime Tu m'as fait goûter au poison de ton amour Tout en toi m'a possédé nuit et jour Pourtant j'ai cru toucher au paradis Sans rancoeur ni haine Sans remords ni peine Sans retour tu es partie
Et toutes mes nuits son privée de sommeil Et mes jours sont trop longs sans espoir de soleil Je me sens perdu entouré de passé Car le monde entier semble m'abandonner C'est comme une drogue qui manque à ma joie Car je suis intoxiqué de toi Toi toi toi toi
Tu m'as fait goûter au poison de ton amour Tout en toi m'a possédé nuit et jour Pourtant quand j'ai cru toucher le paradis Sans espoir tu es partie Tu étais toute ma chance et toute ma joie Tu étais mon espérance et ma foi Mais délaissant mon amour et brisant ma vie Sans espoir tu es partie Ah! pourrais-je t'oublier Je ne le crois pas tu fais partie de moi-même Comment cesser de t'aimer Autant arracher ce coeur qui t'aime Tu m'as fait goûter au poison de ton amour Tout en toi m'a possédé nuit et jour Pourtant j'ai cru toucher au paradis Sans rancoeur ni haine Sans remords ni peine Sans retour tu es partie
Ma tête est intoxiquée, mes yeux sont intoxiqués Ma bouche est intoxiquée, mon coeur est intoxiqué Mes bras sont intoxiqués, mon corps est intoxiqué Mon âme est intoxiquée, ma vie est intoxiquée Tout en moi tu vois, est intoxiqué de toi
