Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Non è il fascino ruffiano di una bandiera la carezza di un dialetto, né una melodia una cucina così povera ma sincera allora che cos'è che mi lega a te Quella faccia strafottente così italiana di coraggio, di passione, di gelosia stai nel recinto anche tu in questo ghetto ci stai per non vivere più che bell'esempio che dai Non rinuncerò io non sbarrerò la porta non accetterò che la faccia mia sia un'altra ed io quanto ti ho amata pure io ma questo cielo oltre che il tuo è pure il mio, la stessa anima più malinconica, se questo è un oblio!
Da quel primo bacio dato senza pensare nel timore che un amore ci porti via migrazioni naturali quelle del cuore valigie che pesano Non c'è terra non c'è mare che può spiegare quale mistica attrazione ci tiene qui pronti a soffrire così sono secoli ormai le differenze fra noi le appianeremo se vuoi Madre anche tu salva almeno le apparenze tutti i figli tuoi dalla Sicilia fino in Piemonte, ed io se ti ho difesa lo sa Dio ma il tuo pensiero non è più limpido forse nostalgico vivo di questa mia utopia, cara democrazia non ci vedrai più tutti intorno a una bottiglia non c'entriamo ormai nel ritratto di famiglia e tu più delirante di così madre dimenticata lì in un angolo un ruolo scomodo siamo davvero figli tuoi così sicura sei Io ci spero sai che quel silenzio arrivi, mai!
Maggie May Composer(s): Martin Quittenton; Rod Stewart Originally performed by: Rod Stewart Covered by various other artists
Wake up Maggie, I think I've got something to say to you It's late September and I really should be back at school I know I keep you amused But I fell I'm being used Oh Maggie, I couldn't have tried any more You led me away from home Just to save you from being alone You stole my heart and that's what really hurts
The morning sun when it's in your eyes really shows your age But that don't worry me none, in my eyes you're everything I laughed at all of your jokes My love you didn't need to coax Oh Maggie, I couldn't have tried any more You led me away from home Just to save you from being alone You stole my soul and that's a pain I can do without
All I needed was a friend to lend a helping hand But you turned into a lover and mother, what a lover, you wore me out All you did was wreck my bed And in the morning kick me in the head Oh Maggie, I couldn't have tried any more You led me away from home 'Cause you didn't want to be alone You stole my heart, I couldn't leave you if I tried
I suppose I could collecd my books and go on back to school Or steal my daddy's cue and make a living at playing pool Or find myself a rock and roll band That needs a helping hand Oh Maggie, I wished I'd never seen your face You made a first class fool out of me But I'm as blind as a fool can be You stole my heart but I love you anyway I'd never seen your face I'll get on back home, one of these days
Listening Composer(s): Michael Nesmith Performer(s): Michael Nesmith
Sometimes thoughts coincidental With activities quite simple In consideration seem to be quite meaningless Yet hoping for the best I listen for the rest
Listening to find a way To overcome earthbound decay Still I'm classifying these ideas that come to me Into those that I can see And those that I can feel
It seems it should be So easy to do The things that I am led to do But conviction and courage Sometimes drift apart And takes me back to the start
Sometimes thoughts coincidental With activities quite simple In consideration seem to be quite meaningless Yet hoping for the best I listen for the rest
Listen Mr. Bilbo Composer(s): Adrienne Claiborne - Bob Claiborne Performer(s): Peter, Paul and Mary and multiple other artists
Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, I'll give you a lesson in history Listen while I tell you that the foreigners you hate Are the very same people made America great Oh listen Mr. Bigot, uh-huh ... listen Mr. Bigot
In 1492, just to see what he could see Columbus, who was an Italian set out across the sea He said "Isabella, baby, the world is round And the USA's just awaitin' to be found"
Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, I'll give you a lesson in history Listen while I tell you that the foreigners you hate Are the very same people made America great Oh listen Mr. Bigot, uh-huh ... listen Mr. Bigot
Oh listen Mr. Bigot, (well, some of my best friends are) Listen Mr. Bigot (oh, they like to live with their own kind)
Well when the King of England started pushin' Yanks around They had a little trouble up in Boston town But a brave, black, Crispus Attucks was the man The first one to fall when the fightin' began
Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, I'll give you a lesson in history Listen while I tell you that the foreigners you hate Are the very same people made America great Oh listen Mr. Bigot, uh-huh ... listen Mr. Bigot
Oh listen Mr. Bigot (They can't help it It's their cultural point of view) Listen Mr. Bigot (They all look alike to me!)
Now Bigot, you're taking one hell of a chance Your good friends the Duponts, came over from France Another thing I'm sure will be news to you The first Mr. Bigot was a foreigner too
Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, I'll give you a lesson in history Listen while I tell you that the foreigners you hate Are the very same people made America great Oh listen Mr. Bigot, uh-huh ... listen Mr. Bigot
You don't like blacks, you don't like jews Well if there's anyone you do like, it sure is news You don't like Poles, Hispanics too Anyway they serve you up, we don't like you
Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, I'll give you a lesson in history Listen while I tell you that the foreigners you hate Are the very same people made America great Oh listen Mr. Bigot, uh-huh ... listen Mr. Bigot
Oh listen Mr. Bigot (Well there we were on the beach, just trying to get some sun And up comes a busload of them, well first they got these boxes that play this music I mean it's not even in English Then they take out these stoves or hibachi's or something The smoke was dreadful, the smell was even worse I wouldn't let my daughter marry one, ya know?)
The violets were scenting the woods Maggie Displaying their charms to the breeze When I first said I loved only you Maggie And you said you loved only me
The chestnut blooms green through the glades Maggie A robin sang aloud from the tree When I first said I loved only you Maggie And you said you loved only me
A golden row of daffodils shone Maggie And danced with the leaves on the breeze When I first said I loved only you Maggie And you said you loved only me
The birds in the trees sang a song Maggie Of happy a trance for us to be When I first said I loved only you Maggie And you said you loved only me
Our dreams they have never come true Maggie Our hopes they never were to be When I first said I loved only you Maggie And you said you loved only me
Listen, Learn, Read On Composer(s): Ian Paice - Jon Lord - Ritchie Blackmore - Rod Evans Performer(s): Deep Purple
In ages past when spells were cast In a time of men in steel When a man was taught no special thing It was all done by feel
So listen, so learn, so read on You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn
Hear the song of lovely Joan Her sound so sweet and clear In the courtroom of the King Among children and the peers
So listen, so learn, so read on You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn
'Now hear ye the words of Taliesyn, on the foaming beach of the ocean, in the day of trouble, I shall be of more service to thee than three hundred salmon...'
The hare he bounds across the page Past castles white and fair Past dreaming chessmen on their boards With a fool's mate as a snare
So listen, so learn, so read on You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn
'Three times I have been born I know this from meditation...'
The bird he flies the distance From pages two to six Past minstrels in their boxes To the waters of the Styx
So listen, so learn, so read on You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn
Don't take the pictures lightly Listen to their sound For from their coloured feeling Experience is found
So listen, so learn, so read on You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn
'All the sciences of the world are collected in my breast for I know what has been, what is now and what hereafter will occur ...'
Maestras De Jujuy Composer(s): León Gieco; Luis Gurevich Performer(s): León Gieco
Llanto en flor aventura o sueño solitaria al viento de Jujuy en un rincón del mundo
Silencio homenaje de niños las nubes se abren para el sol aliento del olvido
Despierta el camino la aurora las estrellas dejan de brillar La mula elige al azar pisar entre las huellas nuevas
Es como una herida que sangra en libertad es una soledad llena de alegrías Es como una flor que se abre en la piedra es la historia cercana a la memoria de glorias glorias, glorias
Llorando las plegarias del gorrión es una voz baja que grita a quién le importa el co-ora-azón
Bailando nueva ronda de hoy nadie tiene la calma de ver una gota de rocío
A veces el cielo te nombra mensajera de la vida No es Dios quien bendice sino la luna cuando caen los días
Es como una herida que sangra en libertad es una soledad llena de alegrías Es como una flor que se abre en la piedra es la historia cercana a la memoria de glorias glorias, glorias
Listen To What The Man Said Composer(s): Paul McCartney Performer(s): Wings
Any Time, Any Day You Can Hear The People Say But He Won't Mind, Well, I Don't Know But I Say Love Is Kind
Soldier Boy Kisses Girl Leaves Behind A Tragic World But He Won't Mind, He's In Love And He Says Love Is Fine
Oh -- Yes, Indeed We Know That People Will Find A Way To Go No Matter What The Man Said And Love Is Fine For All We Know For All We Know, Our Love Will Grow -- That's What The Man Said So Won't You Listen To What The Man Said
He Said ...
Oh -- Yes, Indeed We Know That People Will Find A Way To Go ...
Oh -- Yes, Indeed We Know That People Will Find A Way To Go ...
The Wonder Of It All Baby ... The Wonder Of It All Baby ... The Wonder Of It All Baby ...
Madrigal Composer(s): Don Felo Performer(s): José Feliciano
Estando contigo me olvido de todo y de mi parece que todo lo tengo teniéndote a ti y no siento este mal que me agobia y que lo llevo conmigo arruinando esta vida que tengo y no puedo vivir
Una rosa en tu pelo parece una estrella en el cielo y en el viento parece un acento tu voz musical y parece un destello de luz la medalla en tu cuello al menor movimiento de tu cuerpo al andar
Yo a tu lado no siento las horas que van con el tiempo ni me acuerdo que llevo en el pecho una herida mortal yo contigo no siento el sonar de la lluvia y el viento porque llevo tu amor en mi pecho como un madrigal
Atmospherics: Listen to the Radio Composer(s): Peter Gabriel - Tom Robinson First release by: Tom Robinson - 1984
Leave the bureau in the snow Catch a tram to Onkel PO Early evening ring around the moon Slip in by the concierge By the bikes and up the stairs
Snap the latch and creep into the room You throw off your coat, pick up the post And put a coffee on Lie down on the bed, lay back your head And smoke a cigarette
And listen to the radio Listen to the radio In the city late tonight Double feature, black and white "Bitter Tears" and "Taxi to the Klo" Find a bar, avoid a fight Show your papers, be polite Walking home with nowhere else to go You throw off your coat, pick up my note Put another coffee on Lie down on the bed, lay back your head And smoke a cigarette
And listen to the radio Listen to the radio Atmospherics after dark Noise and voices from the past Across the dial from Moscow to Cologne Interference in the night Thousand miles on either side Stations fading into the unknown So throw off your coat, we'll butter some toast And put a coffee on We'll lie down on the bed, lay back our heads Smoke another cigarette
And listen to the radio Listen to the radio All night long ...
Atmospherics: Listen to the Radio Composer(s): Peter Gabriel - Tom Robinson First release by: Tom Robinson - 1984
Leave the bureau in the snow Catch a tram to Onkel PO Early evening ring around the moon Slip in by the concierge By the bikes and up the stairs
Snap the latch and creep into the room You throw off your coat, pick up the post And put a coffee on Lie down on the bed, lay back your head And smoke a cigarette
And listen to the radio Listen to the radio In the city late tonight Double feature, black and white "Bitter Tears" and "Taxi to the Klo" Find a bar, avoid a fight Show your papers, be polite Walking home with nowhere else to go You throw off your coat, pick up my note Put another coffee on Lie down on the bed, lay back your head And smoke a cigarette
And listen to the radio Listen to the radio Atmospherics after dark Noise and voices from the past Across the dial from Moscow to Cologne Interference in the night Thousand miles on either side Stations fading into the unknown So throw off your coat, we'll butter some toast And put a coffee on We'll lie down on the bed, lay back our heads Smoke another cigarette
And listen to the radio Listen to the radio All night long ...
Listen To The Ocean Composer(s): Nina Möller - Frederik Von Pallandt Performer(s): Nina & Frederik
There's a world of sun and sand Full of sky and far from land Where evening breezes caress the shore Like a gentle comforting hand
Fragrant blossoms, honey bees Careless laughter upon the breeze And lovers fading to pools of deep Purple shadows among the trees
Listen to the ocean, echoes of a million seashells Forever it's in motion Moving to a rhythmic and unwritten music That's played eternally
The sound of a seagull's distant cry His wings like parentheses drawn in the sky And two white birds clinging like foam To the crest of a wave rolling by
The silence of noon, the clamour of night The heat of the day when the fish won't bite These are the things that remind me of The day you sailed out of sight
Listen to the ocean, echoes of a million seashells Forever it's in motion Moving to a rhythmic and unwritten music That's played eternally
Madre Composer(s): José Luis Armenteros Performer(s): Raphael
Madre, cuando estas a mi lado Ya no soy desgraciado ni le temo al dolor En el silencio de tu muda plegaria Se que a dios vas pidiendo para mi lo mejor
Madre, cuanto me has enseñado Cuanto me has perdonado con divina bondad Sin que yo hablara descubrias mis penas Y al mirarme a la cara me llenabas de paz
Tu sonriendo, tu perdonando, tu comprendiendo Lograras que siempre guarde dentro de mi alma La fe tan grande que me das
¡Ay! madre cuando estas a mi lado Ya no soy desgraciado ni le temo al dolor En el silencio de mi muda plegaria Yo tambien voy pidiendo par ti lo mejor
Listen To The Music Composer(s): Tom Johnston First release by: The Doobie Brothers - 1972 Covered by multiple other artists
Don't you feel it growin', day by day People gettin' ready for the news Some are happy, some are sad Oh, we got to let the music play What the people need Is a way to make 'em smile It ain't so hard to do if you know how Gotta get a message Get it on through Oh now mama, don't you ask me why
Oh, oh, listen to the music Oh, oh, listen to the music Oh, oh, listen to the music All the time
Well I know, you know better Everything I say Meet me in the country for a day We'll be happy And we'll dance Oh, we're gonna dance our blues away And if I'm feelin' good to you And you're feelin' good to me There ain't nothin' we can't do or say Feelin' good, feeling fine Oh, baby, let the music play
Oh, oh, listen to the music Oh, oh, listen to the music Oh, oh, listen to the music All the time
Like a lazy flowing river Surrounding castles in the sky And the crowd is growing bigger List'nin' for the happy sounds And I got to let them fly
Oh, oh, listen to the music Oh, oh, listen to the music Oh, oh, listen to the music All the time
Madones Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Sur la ligne exacte, entre clair-obscur A l'heure immédiate, du passé futur Je marche dans une ville inconnue surveillée par personne
A cette heure précise souffle le désir Ne me dites rien, encore, laissez-le venir Je marche dans une ville inconnue surveillée par personne Je file la beauté disparue et son pas qui résonne
J'ai voyagé si loin pour me voir en dedans Gagner du temps Pourrais-je encore partir sans penser à m'enfuir M'anéantir Danser avec ma mort sur une place vide Et donner au plaisir le parfum du suicide Alors ne pleurez plus, madones Je n'attends pas qu'on me pardonne
Le soleil éclate entre rouge et noir Pour le dernier acte, au bord du trottoir Je marche dans une ville inconnue surveillée par personne Le soir passé, la nuit tendue, quelque chose déconne
Cassure immédiate, entre clair-obscur Sur la ligne exacte de ma déchirure Entre chien et loup, le premier impact Ne me dites rien, encore, laissez-les se battre Se battre dans une ville inconnue surveillée par personne Passé la limite absolue, la police abandonne
Je suis allé très loin pour me voir en dedans Gagner du temps Pourrais-je encore partir sans penser à m'enfuir M'anéantir Danser avec ma mort sur une place vide Et donner au plaisir le parfum du suicide Alors ne pleurez plus, madones Je n'attends pas qu'on me pardonne Surtout ne pleurez pas, madones Je n'attends plus qu'on me pardonne
Je marche dans une ville inconnue surveillée par personne Je lis sur l'asphalte des rues le secret des madones Un soir et quelques heures encore à tirer sur l'exil Filer la beauté disparue qui ne tient qu'à un fil Le dernier soir, la dernière nuit, pour savoir qu'elle existe Et donner à l'ange déchu le goût du sacrifice
Listen To The Love Performer(s): Noel Paul Stookey
If you ask me what I want I'd say yes I want it too And if you ask me what I think I'd say yes I think I dooo But some will say here Some will say there Some will sell you tickets to a show Some will say now Some will say then Some will say stay when you know you have to go
Listen to the Love in your heart Don't you realize you're a special part You can sing along from the start If you listen to the Love in your heart
You can bring your horse to water But he may not drink You can give a man a book But you cannot make him think Some will say do Some will say don't Some will put their name up on a door Some will say how Some will say why Some will never get their feet up off the floor
Listen to the Love in your heart Don't you realize you're a special part You can sing along from the start If you listen to the Love in your heart
Madona
((Portuguese Version: Barco Negro (by Amália Rodrigues))
Composer(s): Caco Velho - Carlos Piratininga - Marc Lanjean
Performer(s): Dalida
Vierge de la mer toi qui me tends les bras Sainte au voile d'or je crois encore en toi Toi la vierge noir aux mains ganté de lumière Dis-moi que la mère sera clémente pour moi
Les femmes du port qui guette le ciel lourd Les femmes aux voiles noir aux ailes de vautour Ont vu au ciel des morts passer sa barque frivole Dis-moi que les femmes du port Sont des folles
Madona, Madona Ramène dans le port La voile blanche de mes amours Réveille dans mon cur La foi brûlante des beaux jours Ramène dans le port La voile blanche de mes amours Réveille dans mon cur La foi brûlante des beaux jours
Ne me dite pas Qu'il est trop loin pour m'entendre Je vois son visage quand je ferme les yeux
Vierge de la mer prend garde à mon chagrin Si l'orage est plus fort que ton regard divin Au village on dira que tu n'es pas notre mère Que tu n'es que statut de bois sans mystère
Madona, pardonne
Ramène dans le port La voile blanche de mes amours Réveille dans mon cur La foi brûlante des beaux jours Ramène dans le port La voile blanche de mes amours Réveille dans mon cur La foi brûlante des beaux jours
