Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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La mia donna, la sua allegria che mi riscalderà col fuoco di un'idea uomo solo, uomo a metà domani nei suoi occhi tutto il resto affogherà E cascate d'amore noi le nebbie del passato non ci inquineranno mai a quest'ora ti sento mia l'avrai già lasciato con disprezzo e poesia Bianchi zingari i passi tuoi nell'anima il silenzio da quanto tempo hai io d'amore ti vestirò ma non dovrai tremare dove io ti porterò
Io camminerò, tu mi seguirai angeli braccati noi ci sarà un cielo ed io lavorerò, tu mi aspetterai e una sera impazzirò quando mi dirai che un figlio avrai, avrò ...
Sciogli i dubbi e i capelli tuoi perché sei così bella se non sai quello che vuoi io d'amore ti vestirò ma non mi domandare dove io ti porterò Io camminerò, tu mi seguirai angeli sbagliati noi ci sarà un cielo ed io lavorerò tu mi aspetterai e una sera impazzirò quando mi dirai che un figlio avrai, avrò ...
New York, New York Composer(s): Fred Ebb; John Kander; Eddy Marnay Performer(s): Mireille Mathieu
New-York, New York
Ça c'est du nouveau Je viens d'y penser Je veux partir à ta conquête New-York New-York J'ai comme un grand show au bout des souliers J'ai mis de l'or à mes paillettes New-York New-York Je me vois reine de ce temple de la musique J'ai tous les rois de la ville dans le public Cent mille bravos
Et tous ces bravos croulent de tous côtés C'est qui claque dans ma tête mon vieux New-York Et si j'ai su te plaire c'est à la terre entière Que je plairais New-York New-York
Invitation To The Blues Composer(s): Doris Fisher; Arthur Gershwin; Allan Roberts Performer(s): Julie London and multiple other artists
My heart was all dressed up to go dancing I had a brand new shine on my views The roses you sent for, the line that I went for Was just an invitation to the blues
The very thought of love was entrancing I figured I had nothing to lose Your smile so elusive, your kiss so exclusive Was just an invitation to the blues
I went to town, priced a wedding gown Put my little red book on the shelf Hired a hall, got the band and all And marched down the aisle by myself
I guess you can't depend on romancing It puts your heart right down in your shoes Instead of a wedding for which I was heading I got an an invitation to the blues
Invitation Composer(s): Bronislaw Kaper; Paul Francis Webster First release by: The MGM Studio Orch. - 1952 Covered by multiple other artists
You and your smile hold a strange invitation Somehow it seems We've shed our dream but we're Time after time in a room full of strangers Out of the blue, suddenly you were there
Wherever I go you're the glow of temptation, Glancing my way in the grey of the dawn And always your smile holds that strange invitation Then you are gone Where oh where have you gone
How long must I live in a world of illusion Be where you are so near yet so far, apart Hoping you'll say with a sweet invitation Where have you been, darling come in Into my heart
New York, New York Composer(s): E. Fletcher; Melvin Glover; Reggie Griffin; Sylvia Robinson Performer(s): Grandmaster Flash
Ah New York New York big city of dreams And everything in New York ain't always what it seems You might get fooled if you come from out of town But I'm down by law and I know my way around, too much Ah too many people, too much -- a ha hah Too much, too many people, too much, rrrrrrrah!
A castle in the sky, one mile high Built to shelter the rich and greedy Rows of eyes, disguised as windows Lookin DOWN on the poor and the needy Miles of people, marchin up the avenue Doin what they gotta do, just to get by I'm livin in the land of plenty and many But I'm damn sure poor and I don't know why
Too much, ah too many people, too much Too much, too many people, too much!
A man's on a ledge, says he's gonna jump People gather round, said, "He won't he's just a chump" Cause he lost his job, then he got robbed His mortgage is due and his marriage is through He says he ain't gonna pay no child support Because the bitch left him without a second thought He got nothin to eat, no shoes on his feet She even left his clothes, out in the street He keeps hearin noises when he's at home He always hears voices when he's all alone His wife took the kids, the car and the crib In this man's world, so much for women's lib
New York New York big city of dreams But everything in New York ain't always what it seems You might get fooled if you come from out of town But I'm down by law, and I know my way around
Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly but you can't tell the women from the men sometimes They're sugar and spice and everything nice But when you get em home ain't no tellin what you find Right next door is a little old man I seen him eatin dog food out of a can He says, "I got to eat, when I can't afford meat I barely can stand, on my own two feet" I got a bad habit and I just can't break it Somethin's on my mind and I just can't shake it I need some time, and I want some space I gotta get away from the human race
Too much, ah too many people, too much... a-ha hah Too much, ah too many people, too much! Rrrrrrrah!
Stand at a skyscraper reachin into heaven When over in the ghetto I'm livin in hell Just play ball or be an entertainer cause niggaz like me can't read too well Nobody loves me, nobody cares I dreamed about a life but I'm livin in a nightmare Paranoid schitzo, set back, snowbound Bad news psycho, heart attack, breakdown!
Hee, huh (16X) HUH!
If only I could sleep just ten more minutes I might find the strength to make another day If I didn't have to get up, and do my thing I would probably sleep my whole life away I messed up a nice dream, somethin bout ice cream Whipped cream fruits and a cherry on top Now I gotta get up and face the world, huh The pressure is on it ain't never gonna stop I sho' gotta learn to use my mind I don't wanna be kissin nobody's behind Just standin on line lookin like a jerk Gotta get off my butt and do a full day's work I ran into a pothole, got into a car crash Shoulda been thinkin and tried to fake whiplash A crowd gathered round, they're callin me fat Who you lookin at wit a face like that?
New York New York big city of dreams Everything in New York ain't always what it seems You might get fooled if you come from out of town But I'm down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin for some action Women standin on the corner sellin satisfaction One young punk just leanin on the fence Tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents Really is a prankster, tried to be a gangster Real big wheel when a gun is in his hands Just did a stick-up, just got picked up One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams And everything in New York ain't always what it seem You might get fooled if you come from out of town But I'm down by law and I know my way around Too much, too many people, too much... ah ha hah hah Too much, too many people, too much! HUAHH!
A baby cries and a mother dies And the tears fall from the doctor's eyes because in this room, on this day The Good Lord has giveth, and taketh away, huh The gift of life really means a lot And in the ghetto your life is all you got So you take to the streets, tryin to exist in the trash and slime of a world like this What you watch, on TV a tells you what life is supposed to be But when you look outside the only thing you see Is the poverty stricken, reality, heh Abandoned places, angry faces Much hate and hunger through-out the races You say, "I'm grown and I'm on my own So why don't everybody just leave me alone!" Now you stay at home, talkin on the phone Doin ninety miles an hour in the fifty mile zone They never took the time to tell you bout sex So you had to learn about it in the discotheques Nine months later, the baby is there and the nigga that did it said, "I don't care!" You don't have enough money to help feed two So you have to choose between the baby and you The sky was cryin, rain and hail When you put yo' baby in the garbage pail Then you kissed the kid and put down the lid And you tried to forget what you just did, huh The muffled screams of a dyin baby was enough to drive the young mother crazy so she ran in the rain tryin to ease the pain Huh huh, and she drove herself insane
New York New York big city of dreams But everything in New York ain't always what it seem You might get fooled if you come from out of town But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Ah too much, too many people, too much... ah ha hah hah Too much, too many people, too much! HUHHH!
So what's happenin man? What's happenin? Man you should see these bad girls out here workin the corner Loose joints, loose joints! A hah hah hah Aiyyo baby won't you come here man gimme a little somethin Let's try to get the money man Aiyyo aiyyo y'all know this dude look he comin right here let's rob him man Ohh yeah yeah Nah nah leave him alone Hey slick, you know your way to Sugarhill Records? Ay man that's in Jersey nigga! C'mere c'mere man whassup wit you? (conversation disolves into a fight)
New York New York big city of dreams But everything in New York ain't always what it seems You might get fooled if you come from out of town But I'm down by law and I know my way around Too much, too many people, too much... ha hah hah hah Too much, too many people, too much
New York State Of Mind Composer(s): Billy Joel Performer(s): Billy Joel; and various other artists
Some folks like to get away, take a holiday from the neighborhood Hop a flight to Miami Beach or Hollywood I'm taking a Greyhound on the Hudson River line I'm in a New York state of mind
I seen all the movie stars in their fancy cars and their limousines Been high in the Rockies under the evergreens But I know what I'M needing and I don't want to waste more time I'm in a New York state of mind
It was so easy living day by day Out of touch with the rhythm and the blues But now I need a little give and take The New York Times, the Daily News...
It comes down to reality-and it's fine with me 'cause I've let it slide Don't care if it's Chinatown or Riverside I don't have any reasons, I've left them all behind I'm in a New York state of mind
It was so easy living day by day Out of touch with the rhythm and the blues But now I need a little give and take The New York Times, the Daily News...
I'm just taking a Greyhound on the Hudson River line 'Cause I'm in a New York state of mind
Invisible Touch Composer(s): Tony Banks; Phil Collins; Mike Rutherford Performer(s): Genesis
Well I've been waiting, waiting here so long But thinking nothing, nothing could go wrong, ooh now I know She has a built in ability To take everything she sees And now it seems I'm falling, falling for her
She seems to have an invisible touch yeah She reaches in, and grabs right hold of your heart She seems to have an invisible touch yeah It takes control and slowly tears you apart
Well I don't really know her, I only know her name But she crawls under your skin, you're never quite the same, and now I know She's got something you just can't trust It's something mysterious And now it seems I'm falling, falling for her
She seems to have an invisible touch yeah She reaches in, and grabs right hold of your heart She seems to have an invisible touch yeah It takes control and slowly tears you apart
She don't like losing, to her it's still a game And though she will mess up your life You'll want her just the same, and now I know She has a built in ability To take everything she sees And now it seems I've fallen, fallen for her
She seems to have an invisible touch yeah She reaches in, and grabs right hold of your heart She seems to have an invisible touch yeah It takes control and slowly tears you apart
New York Minute Composer(s): Don Henley; Danny Kortchmar; Jai Winding Performer(s): The Eagles; and various other artists
Harry got up Dressed all in black Went down to the station And he never came back They found his clothing Scattered somewhere down the track And he won't be down on Wall Street in the morning
He had a home The love of a girl But men get lost sometimes As years unfold One day he crossed some line And he was too much in this world But I guess it doesn't matter anymore
In a New York Minute Everything can change In a New York Minute Things can get pretty strange In a New York Minute Everything can change In a New York Minute
Lying here in the darkness I hear the sirens wail Somebody going to emergency Somebody's going to jail If you find somebody to love in this world You better hand on tooth and nail The wolf is always at the door
In a New York Minute Everything can change In a New York Minute Things can get a little strange In a New York Minute Everything can change In a New York Minute
And in these days When darkness falls early And people rush home To the ones they love You better take a fool's advice And tak care of your own One day they're here Next day they're gone
I pulled my coat around my shoulders And took a walk down through the park The leaves were falling around me The groaning city in the gathering dark On some solitary rock A desperate lover left his mark "Baby, I've changed Please come back"
What the head makes cloudy The heart makes very clear The days were so much brighter In the time when she was here But I know there's somebody somewhere Make these dark clouds disappear Until that day, I have to believe I believe, I believe
In a New York Minute Everything can change In a New York Minute You can get out of the rain In a New York Minute Everything can change In a New York Minute
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!)
