Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Lisa Composer(s): Francis Cabrel Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Lisa nos barques en papier Dans le grand bassin bleu Tes premiers pinceaux de noir pour les yeux Tu disais souvent "on vivra ailleurs" Je courais me cacher Quand je voulais que tu pleures Quelques hommes jouent encore Comme des enfants cruels Ce soir Odessa s'endort sous le ciel Lisa c'est partout les mêmes Les fumées des avions T'es juste du mauvais côté de l'horizon Les seuls trains qui partent Sont des trains de banlieue T'as beau tendre tes mains Y a tout ce vide au milieu Et tes chansons retombent Aux pianos des hôtels Pendant qu'Odessa s'endort sous le ciel Il me reste le nom que tu portes J'imagine le son de ta voix Un beau jour c'est certain tu t'envoleras Lisa des soldats surveillent Les camions de courrier Tes mots en reviennent tout déshabillés... Quelques hommes jouent encore Comme des enfants cruels Sans doute Odessa s'endort sous le ciel Il me reste le nom que tu portes J'imagine le son de ta voix Un beau jour c'est certain tu t'envoleras Lisa, accrochée aux ailes Des oiseaux dissidents
Madeira, M'dear Composer(s): Michael Flanders; Donald Swann Performer(s): Flanders & Swann; The Limeliters
She was young, she was pure, she was new, she was nice She was fair, she was sweet seventeen He was old, he was vile and no stranger to vice He was base, he was bad, he was mean He had slyly enveigled her up to his flat To view his collection of stamps And he said as he hastened to put out the cat The wine, his cigar and the lamps "Have some Madeira, m'Dear! You really have nothing to fear I'm not trying to tempt you, that wouldn't be right You shouldn't drink spirits at this time of night Have some Madeira, m'Dear! It's so very much nicer than beer I don't care for sherry and cannot drink stout And port is a wine I can well do without It's simply a case of "chacun a son gout" Have some Madeira, m'Dear!"
Unaware of the wiles of the snake in the grass And the fate of the maiden who topes She lowered her standards by raising her glass Her courage, her eyes and his hopes She sipped it, she drank it, she drained it, she did And quietly he filled it again And he said as he secretly carved one more notch On the butt of his gold-handled cane "Have some Madeira, m'Dear! I've got a small cask of it here And once it's been opened, you know it won't keep Do finish it up, it will help you to sleep Have some Madeira, m'Dear! It's really an excellent year Now if it were gin, you'd be wrong to say yes The evil gin does would be hard to assess Besides it's inclined to affect my prowess Have some Madeira, m'Dear!"
Then there flashed though her mind what her mother had said With her antepenultimate breath "Oh my child, should you look at the wine which is red Be prepared for a fate worse than death!" She let go her glass with a shrill little cry Crash! Tinkle! It fell to the floor When he asked "What in Heaven?", she made no reply Up her mind, and a dash for the door "Have some Madeira, m'Dear!" Rang out down the hall, loud and clear A tremulous cry that was filled with despair As she paused to take breath in the full midnight air "Have some Madeira, m'Dear!" The words seemed to ring in her ear Until the next morning, she woke up in bed With a smile on her lips, an ache in her head And a beard in her earhole that tickled and said "Have some Madeira, m'Dear!"
Liquor To Like Her Composer(s): Tom Hemby - Paul Overstreet Performer(s): Hank Williams Jr.; Pete Schlegel
It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her Thats why I drink all the time It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her But when I'm liquored up I like her just fine
She wants to tell me where to go Tell me what to do Tell me what to eat And how loud I can chew She even wants to tell me What thoughts I oughta think It used to drive me crazy Till it drove me to drink
It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her Thats why I drink all the time It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her But when I'm liquored up I like her just fine
Well shes such a pretty thing You'd think shes heaven sent She's the quarrelsome kind Love's an argument She could yell all day She can scream all night I just sit there smilin As high as a kite
It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her Thats why I drinking all the time It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her But when I'm liquored up I like her just fine
This drinking buddy of mine Said he met a girl Said she was the meanest Woman in the world I saw her pretty picture I said man your poking fun Then the day I met her I said pour me one
It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her That's why I drink all the time It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her But when I'm liquored up I like her just fine
You may look down your nose at me Think I'm an old sorry Son of a bean The only way I'm giving up My drinking glass is if I can Find a way to get her off my back
Spoken: Your wife's on the phone.
Little brown jug upon my lips Your saving our love With every sip
It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her Thats why I drink all the time It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her But when I'm liquored up I like her just fine
Every time I get sober She drives me out of my mind It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her But when I'm liquored up I like her just fine
Lipstick, Powder And Paint Composer(s): Jesse Stone First release by: Joe Turner - 1956 Covered by multiple other artists
Lipstick powder and paint lipstick powder and paint lipstick powder and paint is you is, or is you ain't
There goes my baby up a tree a-giggling and a wiggling her toes at me Let me put my glasses on Haven't had such fun since she's been gone
Lipstick powder and paint lipstick powder and paint lipstick powder and paint is you is, or is you ain't
Hound dog scratching fleas looking like she's in love with me Licks my hand everywhere I go I wish my baby loved me so
Lipstick powder and paint lipstick powder and paint lipstick powder and paint is you is, or is you ain't
Taller than the barnyard, ten feet high hide me till your man pass by Don't you sneeze and don't you cough If you get dusty, I'll brush you off
Lipstick powder and paint lipstick powder and paint lipstick powder and paint is you is, or is you ain't
What kind of love is that you make the world starts a-trembling and the building shakes so love me, hug me once again let the roof and the walls come tumbling in
Lipstick powder and paint lipstick powder and paint lipstick powder and paint is you is, or is you ain't
Lipstick powder and paint lipstick powder and paint lipstick powder and paint is you is, or is you ain't
Porque somos unos moros made in Spain nos gustan muchos los toros made in Spain a España viene el turismo made in Spain yo me largo por lo mismo made in Spain Ahorre usted, piense en mañana made in Spain no te vayas a Alemania made in Spain Hacen falta más divisas made in Spain menos penas, más sonrísas sonría por favor Ya se puede ir al cine made in Spain ya no cortan Tom y Jerry made in Spain Viva el "plan de desarollo" made in Spain es verdad que "no" es un rollo made in Spain El pueblo está muy contento made in Spain con el fútbol y un "seiscientos" made in Spain Ganaremos más pesetas made in Spain si vendemos panderetas made in Spain Tu piso está pagado made in Spain cuando ya estés enterrado made in Spain la amiguita enjoyada made in Spain Y me gusta el vino tinto made in Spain como el rey don Carlos Quinto made in Spain Y ésta es una españolada made in Spain que no significa nada made in Spain
When you left me all alone at the record hop Told me you were goin' out for a soda pop You were gone for quite a while, half an hour or more You came back and man oh man this is what I saw
Lipstick on you collar told a tale on you Lipstick on you collar said you were untrue Bet your bottom dollar you and I are through Cuz lipstick on you collar told a tale on you, yeah
You said it belonged to me, made me stop and think Then I noticed yours was red, mine was baby pink Who walked in but Mary Jane, lipstick all a mess Were you smoochin' my best friend, if the answer's yes
Lipstick on you collar told a tale on you Lipstick on you collar said you were untrue Bet your bottom dollar you and I are through Cuz lipstick on you collar told a tale on you, boy
Made In Paris Composer(s): Burt Bacharach; Hal David Performer(s): Trini Lopez
When there's a moon above It is something to see how the fellas follow the girls They're all in search of love There isn't a lover, who doesn't discover That if it's made in Paris You can bet that there is a girl for every boy Dreams are made in Paris every night They come true, can't you hear, Paris calling you
The girls are everywhere The scent of their perfume is meant to go right to your head So don't just sit and stir If the fun and the laughter, the good times you're after Can just be made in Paris If you don't know how to speak French, she'll understand Love is made in Paris every night Rain or shine, go get yours, I've got mine Find your dream! Find your love! I've got mine! Go get yours!
If it's made in Paris If you don't know how to speak French, she'll understand Love is made in Paris every night Rain or shine, go get yours, I've got mine Find your dream! Find your love! I've got mine! Go get yours!
Lips Of Wine Composer(s): Shirley Wolfe - Sy Soloway Performer(s): Andy Williams
I tasted your sweet lips, thrilled to my fingertips Lips of wine, warm with fire, you are my one desire Lips of wine, and they are mine
While tropic breezes play, while palm trees gently sway Lips of wine, come to me, whisper low so tenderly Lips of wine, and they are mine
Sweet Hawaiian miss, no more will I roam I must have your kiss and I can't go home
You stole my heart from me, pretty rose of Waikiki Lips of wine, sweet and rare, tell me you will always care Lips of wine, and they are mine
(Sweet lips, sweet and tasty lips)
Sweet Hawaiian miss, no more will I roam I must have your kiss and I can't go home
I tasted you sweet lips (sweet lips, your sweet and tasty lips) Thrilled to my fingertips (sweet lips, your sweet and tasty lips) Lips of wine, warm with fire, you are my one desire Lips of wine (sweet lips) and they are mine (sweet lips of wine) And they are mine (sweet lips of wine)
L'instant Présent ((Italian Version: Questo Momento (by Charles Aznavour)) Composer(s): Charles Aznavour Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
L'instant présent est impalpable Il est léger insaisissable Suspendu dans l'air et le temps Il ne dispose simplement Que d'un très court moment sur terre L'instant présent a des oeillères
L'instant présent est si fragile Qu'il ne peut rester immobile Sans une plainte sans un cri À peine arrivé qu'il s'enfuit Avant que d'entrer dans l'histoire L'instant présent n'a pas de gloire
Il ne peut durant ce passage Que mener une vie très sage Car déjà prés de lui se tient Le suivant qu'en fera ni moins Ni davantage
L'instant présent n'a pas de trêve À peine arrivé qu'il s'achève Il est sauvage il est craintif Il est sans force il est captif De la seconde qui va naître L'instant présent va disparaître
L'instant présent il faut le prendre Avec des gestes et des mots tendres Lui faire un futur, un passé Dans nos coeurs et dans nos pensées Et lui bâtir une existence L'instant présent est notre chance
L'instant présent ne se repose Pas en chemin, il se propose Pour le saisir il faut vouloir Tu vois, il est déjà trop tard Prends le chemin il passe ensuite L'instant présent disparaît vite
Pour notre amour sans fausse honte Si nous sommes sincères et prompts En les alignant bout à bout Nous pourrons en avoir beaucoup À notre compte
L'instant présent peut être nôtre Si nous l'enchaînons avec d'autres Viens tandis que je le saisis Écoute les mots que je dis Je ne les dirai plus de même L'instant présent est un problème Mais si tu m'aimes et si je t'aime L'instant présent de nos vingt ans Vivra longtemps
Mädchen, wildes Mädchen, du bist wie das Meer und ich träume oft an deinem Strand Leise wiegen mich die Wellen hin und her wie die Muscheln auf dem weißen Sand Mädchen, wildes Mädchen, du bist wie der Wind und wie das Wetter unberechenbar Manchmal bist du sanft wie Sommertage sind und manchmal wir der Frost im Januar
Mädchen, wildes Mädchen, du bist wie das Meer und schiffbrüchig lieg' ich an deinem Strand Plötzlich schweigt die wilde Brandung um mich her und ich halt' ein Meer in meiner Hand Manchmal schmiegst du dich an mich und sagst "Ja" und dann wieder "Nein" Wie auch immer du willst, ich füge mich drein
Mädchen, wildes Mädchen, du bist wie das Meer und Norden und Süden finde ich nicht mehr Machmal schmiegst du dich an mich und sagst "Ja" und dann wieder "Nein" Wie auch immer du willst, ich füge mich drein
L'instant D'amour Composer(s): Francis Cabrel Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Et si on parlait d'autre chose La nuit va refermer ses bras Je sais que l'amour se pose Au creux des herbes du delta J'irai l'attendre, mais reste Tout seul on ne l'approche pas J'irai l'attendre avec toi Vouloir vivre d'une guitare C'est souvent manger du pain froid Frapper aux portes des gares C'est souvent se briser les doigts La nuit s'allume, écoute C'est le vent qui demande tout bas À la brume de nous faire un drap Mais si tu ne veux pas qu'il vienne L'instant d'amour Du poète qui traîne Sur les chemins Où seuls les chiens Et les loups se promènent Si tu ne veux pas qu'il vienne L'instant de joie Du poète qui t'aime Ne réponds pas Il a la nuit Pour enterrer sa peine On a trop parlé de voyages Que j'allais chercher loin de toi Pour ce soir fais moi une cage Avec la grille de tes bras La nuit s'allume, écoute C'est le vent qui demande tout bas À la brume de nous faire un drap Mais si tu ne veux pas qu'il vienne L'instant d'amour Du poète qui traîne Sur les chemins Où seuls les chiens Et les loups se promènent Si tu ne veux pas qu'il vienne L'instant de joie Du poète qui t'aime Ne réponds pas Il a la nuit Pour enterrer sa peine ...
Madame X Composer(s): Francis Cabrel Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Madame X et ses enfants Tout l'hiver sans chauffage Caravane pour des gens Même pas du voyage Et pourtant comme elle dit C'est pas elle la plus mal lotie Elle en connaît qui couche dehors Dans les parages Quand y a toutes ces voitures de sport Dans les garages
Madame à savoir comment Fait deux fois plus que son âge Elle s'endort avec des gants Au fond d'un sac de couchage Et pourtant comme elle dit C'est pas elle la plus mal lotie Elle en connaît qui restent Accrochés aux grillages En espérant qu'un camion Manque le virage
C'était un pays charmant C'était un pays comme il faut Elle dit, elle dit maintenant Maintenant on prend Quelques photos des mourants Au lieu de leur donner de l'eau Elle dit pas ça méchamment Pour l'instant...
L'innamorata Composer(s): G. Sinoue - B. Gigliotti - F. Valery Performer(s): Dalida
Je suis l'innamorata Siempré innamorata Mon cur parle avec les mains J'ai besoin de rien De pain, de vin et je me sens bien
Je suis l'innamorata J'y peux rien J'suis née comme ca Ma vie est un feu de joie J'sais pas dire je t'aime Sans me brûler, sans ouvrir les bras Et mes colères et mes passions Sont comme des volcans Il coule dans mes veines Un autre sang Fait de soleil et de chansons
Je suis l'innamorata Siempré innamorata Meme si j'ai le cur en France Y a comme une Provence Dans ma tête comme une autre enfance
Ma vie est un feu de joie J'sais pas dire je t'aime Sans me brûler, sans ouvrir les bras Et mes colères et mes passions Sont comme des volcans Il coule dans mes veines Un autre sang Fait de soleil et de chansons
Je suis l'innamorata Siempré innamorata Mon cur parle avec les mains J'ai besoin de rien, de pain, de vin Et je me sens bien
Madame la misère écoutez le vacarme Que font vos gens le dos voûté la langue au pas Quand ils sont assoiffés il ne soûlent de larmes Quand ils ne pleurent plus il crèvent sous le charme De la nature et des gravats
Ce sont des suppliciés au ventre translucide Qui vont sans foi ni loi comme on le dit parfois Régler son compte à Monseigneur Ephéméride Qui a pris leur jeunesse et l'a mise en ses rides Quand il ne leur restait que ça
Madame la misère écoutez le tumulte Qui monte des bas-fonds comme un dernier convoi Traînant des mots d'amour avalant les insultes Et prenant par la main leurs colères adultes Afin de ne les perdre pas
Ce sont des enragés qui dérangent l'histoire Et qui mettent du sang sur les chiffres parfois Comme si l'on devait toucher du doigt pour croire Qu'un peuple heureux rotant tout seul dans sa mangeoire Vaut bien une tête de roi
Madame la misère écoutez le silence Qui entoure le lit défait des magistrats Le code de la peur se rime avec potence Il suffit de trouver quelques pendus d'avance Et mon Dieu ça ne manque pas
Linha linha de montagem
A cor a coragem
Cora coração
Abecê abecedário
Ópera operário
Pé no pé no chão
Eu não sei bem o que seja
Mas sei que seja o que será
O que será que será que se veja
Vai passar por lá
Pensa pensa pensamento
Tem sustém sustento
Fé café com pão
Com pão com pão companheiro
Pára paradeiro
Mão irmão irmão
Na mão, o ferro e ferragem
O elo, a montagem do motor
E a gente dessa engrenagente
Dessa engrenagente
Dessa engrenagente
Dessa engrenagente sai maior
As cabeças levantadas
Máquinas paradas
Dia de pescar
Pois quem toca o trem pra frente
Também de repente
Pode o trem parar
Eu não sei bem o que seja
Mas sei que seja o que será
O que será que será que se veja
Vai passar por lá
Gente que conhece e prensa
A brasa da fornalha
O guincho do esmeril
Gente que carrega a tralha
Ai, essa tralha imensa
Chamada Brasil
Samba samba são Bernardo
Sanca são Caetano
Santa santo André
Dia-a-dia diadema
Quando for, me chame
Pra tomar um mé
Pinkerton: Back in Nagasaki I got married to Cho Cho San That was her name in those days And I was her man I'm going back to visit her She got a problem She got a little Cho Cho Cho Cho San was her name And this is her tale of woe Take it away Cho Cho
Cho Cho San: Today's the day when I see clear A tiny thread of smoke appears Where blue skies fall upon the ocean And shake this staid emotion
All the while I sing this song I see a dot on the horizon Growing bigger every second Gleaming white in my direction
Who on earth can it be Coming up the path for me? What on earth will he say? Shall I run to him or run away?
Freaking out he's come to get me My feet are stuck but just won't let me Run to him do I dare? Madame Butterfly don't blow it
Chorus
Calling Butterfly, Madame Butterfly That's the name he used to give me He's my man till the day I die Oh sweet Butterfly, so sweet Butterfly She's waiting He'll be back, I have faith in this love track
Pinkerton: Pinkerton's the name Lieutenant Colonel Pinkerton! sir U.S. Navy I'm a bounder I married a Yankee girl But I went back to visit old Japan Where there she was, Cho Cho San
Cho Cho San: Gotta have something to believe in My white honkey, I do miss him Someday soon he'll come around Just to stop my nervous breakdown
Call me fool! Call me stupid! Bend my arrow kill this cupid Say it with me He'll be back I have faith in this love track
Pinkerton: Cho Cho San My little wife My sweet butterfly That's the name I'll give her When I return
Chorus
Little sweet sweet Butterfly I hear him crowing faintly He thinks I'm just still sweet sixteen I guess I'll tease him gently
Cho Cho San: Calling Madame Butterfly His angel plucked right from the sky Hide my baby in mystic places I feel the fear that I might die
Right in his arms and embraces Softly kissing my eyelashes Got no right no right to doubt it Ain't no doubt no doubt about it
Call me fool! Call me stupid! Bend this arrow kil this cupid I have faith I'll always pray My white honkey's here to stay
Chorus
Calling Butterfly, Madame Butterfly Butterfly, Butterfly have no fear I'll be back to wipe your tears Oh sweet Butterfly, so sweet Butterfly She's waiting I'll wait for him with unshakable faith He'll be back
Ling Ting Tong Composer(s): Mabel Godwin Performer(s): The Five Keys and multiple other artists
I went to Chinatown 'way back in old Hong Kong To get some Egg Foo Yung And then I heard a gong
Ling ting tong tried to sing that song Called Tie-ess-a mo-cum boo-die-ay Tie-ess-a mo-cum boo Ling ting tong, he would never be wrong Go on and sing your song, a-ling ting tong
And I looked around The lights were going down And this is what I found A back in Chinatown
Ik Denk Nog Vaak Aan Je Terug French Title: Madame Performer(s): Conny Vandenbos
je keek me dwingend, zoekend aan je ogen gingen door me heen en ik begreep je toen meteen moed om te praten had je niet je wilde wel, maar durfde niet zo werd verlangen fantasie fantasie, de dingen die je mij niet zeggen kon
m'n lief, m'n lief ik denk zo vaak aan je terug ik denk zo vaak aan je terug en 'k zie je voor me in m'n droom als ik je meegenomen had was ik gelukkig nu de wereld wonderschoon ik denk zo vaak aan je terug en 'k zie je voor me in m'n droom en ik ging nooit meer van je weg ik was gelukkig nu de wereld wonderschoon
je wist dat ik ook eenzaam was en in jouw handen zacht als was toch was je net als ik verrast je werd m'n redder in de nood die warmte en beschutting bood me meenam in je fantasie fantasie, de dingen die je mij niet zeggen kon
m'n lief, m'n lief ik denk zo vaak aan je terug ik denk zo vaak aan je terug en 'k zie je voor me in m'n droom als ik je meegenomen had was ik gelukkig nu de wereld wonderschoon
ik denk zo vaak aan je terug en 'k zie je voor me in m'n droom en ik ging nooit meer van je weg ik was gelukkig nu de wereld wonderschoon
ik denk zo vaak aan je terug en 'k zie je voor me in m'n droom als ik je meegenomen had was ik gelukkig nu de wereld wonderschoon ik denk zo vaak aan je terug en 'k zie je voor me in m'n droom en ik ging nooit meer van je weg ik was gelukkig nu de wereld wonderschoon...
