Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Litanie Bij Een Terugkeer ((Adapted from: Litanies Pour Un Retour (by Jacques Brel) - 1958)) ((English Version: Litany For A Return (by Marc Almond) - 1989)) Composer(s): Jacques Brel - François Rauber - Ernst van Altena Performer(s): Liesbeth List - 1969
Magic Composer(s): Billy Lyall; David Paton Originally performed by: Pilot
Ho, ho, ho It´s magic you know Never believe, it´s not so It´s magic, you know Never believe, it´s not so
Never been awake Never seen a day break Leaning on my pillow in the morning Lazy day in bed Music in my head Crazy music playing in the morning light
I love my sunny day Dream of far away Dreaming on my pillow in the morning Never been awake Never seen a day break Leaning on my pillow in the morning light
Ho, ho, ho It´s magic, you know Never believe it´s not so It´s magic, you know Never believe, it´s not so
L'italiano ((French Version: Méditerranéenne (by Hervé Vilard) - 1983)) Composer(s): Toto Cutugno - Cristiano Minellono First release by: Toto Cutugno - 1983 Covered by multiple other artists
Lasciatemi cantare, con la chitarra in mano Lasciatemi cantare, sono un italiano Buongiorno Italia, gli spaghetti al dente E un partigiano come presidente; con l'autoradio sempre Nella mano destra e un canarino sopra la finestra Buongiorno Italia, con i tuoi artisti, con troppa America Sui manifesti Con le canzoni con amore e con il cuore Con più donne sempre meno suore Buongiorno Italia, buongiorno Maria Con gli occhi pieni di malinconia, buongiorno Dio Lo sai che ci sono anch'io?
Lasciatemi cantare, con la chitarra in mano Lasciatemi cantare una canzone piano piano Lasciatemi cantare, perché ne sono fiero Sono un italiano, un italiano vero
Buongiorno Italia che non si spaventa Con la crema da barba alla menta; con un vestito gessato Sul blu e la moviola la domenica in T.V. Buongiorno Italia col caffè ristretto Le calze nuove nel primo cassetto Con la bandiera in tintoria e una seicento giù di carrozzeria Buongiorno Italia, buongiorno Maria Con gli occhi pieni di malinconia... buongiorno Dio Lo sai che ci sono anch'io?
Lasciatemi cantare, con la chitarra in mano lasciatemi cantare una canzone piano piano Lasciatemi cantare perché ne sono fiero Sono un italiano, un italiano vero
Lasciatemi cantare, perché ne sono fiero Sono un italiano, un italiano vero
Magic Composer(s): John Farrar Originally performed by: Olivia Newton-John
Come take my hand You should know me I've always been in your mind You know that I'll be kind I'll be guiding you
Building your dream Has to start now There's no other road to take You won't make a mistake I'll be guiding you
You have to believe we are magic Nothin' can stand in our way You have to believe we are magic Don't let your aim ever stray And if all your hopes survive Your destiny will arrive I'll bring all your dreams alive For you
From where I stand You are home free The planets align so rare There's promise in the air And I'm guiding you
Through every turn I'll be near you I'll come anytime you call I'll catch you when you fall I'll be guiding you
You have to believe we are magic Nothin' can stand in our way You have to believe we are magic Don't let your aim ever stray And if all your hopes survive Your destiny will arrive I'll bring all your dreams alive For you
Ma vie sera la tienne, Méditerranéenne Aux Saintes-Maries que j'aime Y a danger pour l'étranger!
T'as sur le front la croix de ton village Et deux grands yeux noirs qui me dévisagent Qui t'a donné ce déhanché toi qui es née Entre les vignes et les champs d'oliviers? Dans ta famille on aime les orages Les flamands roses et les chevaux sauvages Eparpillés, ensoleillés, ensorcelés Comme le sont tous les gens du voyage Viens me rejoindre à la nuit, mais prends garde Car tu sais bien que ton frère nous regarde Qu'il t'a juré: y a danger pour l'étranger! Méditerranéenne, mais qu'est-ce que tu es belle Ce parfum de Bohème je l'aimerai puisque tu m'aimes
Ma vie sera la tienne, Méditerranéenne Aux Saintes-Maries que j'aime Y a danger pour l'étranger!
Mais j'ai envie de courir dans les vagues Et de crier sous le ciel de Camargue Qui t'a donné ce déhanché, la majesté d'être nu-pieds Au milieu des gitanes? À la tombée du jour, le feu, les flammes Raniment l'amour dans le cur des femmes Quand tu es triste, un guitariste, un violoniste Est toujours là pour jouer du vague à l'âme Viens me rejoindre à la nuit mais prends garde Car tu sais bien que ton frère nous regarde Qu'il t'a juré : y a danger pour l'étranger! Méditerranéenne, les guitares se souviennent La mer est dans la plaine aux Saintes-Maries que j'aime
Ma vie sera la tienne, Méditerranéenne Ce parfum de Bohème je l'aimerai puisque tu m'aimes
Ma vie sera la tienne, Méditerranéenne Aux Saintes-Maries que j'aime Y a danger pour l'étranger!
Maggie's Dream Composer(s): Dave Loggins; Lisa Silver Performer(s): Don Williams
Maggie's up each morning at four am By five at the counter at the diner Her trucker friends out on the road will soon be stoppin in As the lights go on at Cafe Carolina
Maggie's been a waitress here most all her life Thirty years of coffee cups and sore feet The mountains around Ashville she's never seen the other side Closer now to fifty than to forty
Maggie's never had a love She said she's never had enough Time to let a man into her life Aw but Maggie has a dream She's had since she was seventeen To find a husband and be a wife
Maggie knows the truckers most by first name What they'll have to say and what they'll order And they take her in their stories to places far away And leave her with the dishes, dreams and quarters
And she relies upon the jukebox on the lonely afternoon When the business starts to slow down she plays the saddest tunes And she stares off down the highway and she wonders where it goes Nobody to go home to and it's almost time to close
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 ...
