Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Living A Lie Composer(s): Peter DeAngelis - Jean Sawyer Performer(s): Al Martino
Why cry when she tells you she's leaving? A teardrop or two won't keep her loving you Be grateful she's gone, no more to lead you on Only fools want to try living a li-i-i-ie
You can't change her mind with your grievin' It's wrong to pretend, let it end This first love may die but you've still got time, give it one more try And that's better than living a lie
Be grateful she's gone, no more to lead you on Only fools want to try living a li-i-i-ie
This first love may die but you've still got time, give it one more try And that's better than living a lie And that's better than livin' a lie
Méchante Avec De Jolis Seins Performer(s): Georges Brassens
Hélas, si j'avais pu deviner que vos avantages Cachaient sournoisement, madame, une foison d'oursins J'eusse borné mon zèle à d'innocents marivaudages Se peut-il qu'on soit si méchante avec de jolis seins? Se peut-il qu'on soit si méchante avec de jolis seins Si méchante avec de jolis seins?
J'eusse borné mon zèle à d'innocents marivaudages Ma main n'eût pas quitté même un instant le clavecin Je me fusse permis un madrigal, pas davantage Se peut-il qu'on soit si méchante avec de jolis seins? Se peut-il qu'on soit si méchante avec de jolis seins Si méchante avec de jolis seins?
Quand on a comme vous reçu tant de grâce en partage C'est triste au fond du cur de rouler d'aussi noirs desseins Vous gâchez le métier de belle, et c'est du sabotage Se peut-il qu'on soit si méchante avec de jolis seins? Se peut-il qu'on soit si méchante avec de jolis seins Si méchante avec de jolis seins?
Vous gâchez le métier de belle, et c'est du sabotage Et je succombe ou presque sous votre charme assassin Moi qui vais tout à l'heure atteindre à la limite d'âge Se peut-il qu'on soit si méchante avec de jolis seins? Se peut-il qu'on soit si méchante avec de jolis seins Si méchante avec de jolis seins?
Moi qui vais tout à l'heure atteindre à la limite d'âge Mon ultime recours c'est d'entrer chez les capucins Car vous m'avez détruit, anéanti comme Carthage Se peut-il qu'on soit si méchante avec de jolis seins? Se peut-il qu'on soit si méchante avec de jolis seins Si méchante avec de jolis seins?
Living Composer(s): Alice Cooper Performer(s): Alice Cooper
Living is only one part of being Believing is to know just what your feeling You weren't supposed to think you know You heard I'm sure you knowing your growing and it's you Thinking is your own world of living Dreaming is the one way to feeling Yopu wind and your eye can see everything that you The only real person you need to know is you
Mecca Composer(s): Neval Nader; John Gluck Jr. Performer(s): Gene Pitney
I live on the West side she lives on the East side of the stree-ee-eet And though they say that East is East and West is West And never the twain shall meet Each morning I face her window and pray that our love can be 'cause that brownstone house where my baby lives Is Mecca (Mecca, Mecca, Mecca) Mecca (Mecca, Mecca) to me-e-e-e-e-e
Oh she's my dream goddess and her ruby lips are so div-i-ine And though her folks say we're too young to know of love I worship at her shrine Each morning I face her window and pray that our love can be 'cause that brownstone house where my baby lives Is Mecca (Mecca, Mecca, Mecca) Mecca (Mecca, Mecca) to me-e-e-e-e-e
Each morning I face her window and pray that our love can be 'cause that brownstone house where my baby lives Is Mecca (Mecca, Mecca, Mecca) Mecca (Mecca, Mecca) to me-e-e-e-e-e
Marylène ((Adapted from Barbara-Ann (by The Regents) - 1961)) Composer(s): Fred Fassert - Gérard Blanc Performer(s): Martin Circus - 1975
Ma ma ma ma Ma-ry-lène Ma ma ma ma Ma-ry-lène Marylène, tu es ma reine Marylène Tu me fais be-bop dans la tête Be-bop dans le cur Oh Marylène ma ma Ma ma-ry-lène Je cherchais une reine Pour aller danser J'ai vu Marylène Alors je l'ai invitée Oh Marylène ma ma Ma Ma-ry-lène Tu me fais be-bop dans la tête Be-bop dans le cur Oh Marylène ma ma Ma Ma-ry-lène Ma ma ma ma Ma-ry-lène Ma ma ma ma Ma-ry-lène Marylène, tu es ma reine Marylène Tu me fais be-bop dans la tête Be-bop dans le cur Oh Marylène ma ma Ma ma-ry-lène J'aime Caroline J'aime Isabelle J'aime Géraldine Mais tu es la plus belle Oh Marylène ma ma Ma Ma-ry-lène Tu me fais vibrer dans la tête Vibrer dans le cur Oh Marylène ma ma Ma Ma-ry-lène
Mec Composer(s): Claude Lemesle; Michel Fugain Performer(s): Michel Fugain
Salut Mec J'ai eu du mal à trouver ta chambre T'aurais dû mettre "coucou c'est là!" Youpi Youpa L'infirmière à lunettes Parle de toi d'un air tendre T'as toujours eu la barre Mec Faudrait pas qu'ça s'arrête
Tu sais Mec Le Baby-foot à trois c'est pas drôle Sans cri de guerre le cur y est pas Youpi Youpa Hier au soir chez le grec On a forcé sur la gnôle On a fini cassé Mec On veut pas qu'ça s'arrête
Ce putain de venin Qui sème la mort dans le sang! Et ce putain de vaccin qui traîne! Accroche toi Mec, retiens La vie qui fuit mais qui t'aime Dans les bouquins ça fait bien De finir jeune mais nous on te veut Vieux...
Ce soir Mec Y a toutes les filles du monde qui pleurent Même celles qui ne connaissaient pas Youpi Youpa Et les vivants les plus secs Ont un pavé sur le cur Un ami qui s'en va Mec C'est la terre qui s'arrête
Tu vois Mec Ce matin le soleil avait honte De venir éclairer tout ça Youpi Youpa J'crois qu'de Lourdes à la mecque Les dieux se foutent du monde On va pas s'laisser faire Mec J'voudrais pas qu'ça s'arrête
Ce putain de destin Qui sème la merde en passant! Et ces putains de médecins qui traînent! Accroche-toi Mec, reviens Dans la mascarade humaine Au cinéma ça fait bien De partir jeune mais nous on te veut Vieux...
On t'aime Mec! Et t'as pas le droit de pas me répondre Allez fais-moi encore une fois Youpi Youpa! Redis-moi qu'j'suis un con Mec Que je crains que j'encombre Refais-moi c'que t'étais Mec J'voudrais pas qu'ça s'arrête
Livin' Without You Composer(s): David Cassidy - Rick Neigher - Sue Shifrin Performer(s): David Cassidy
Swore I would find you if it takes me forever God only knows it might take that long Keep walkin' down these empty sidewalks Thinkin' I see you but I'm always wrong Since you've been gone baby nothin's gone right When you kissed me goodbye it was the kiss of death Ever since you left There's no livin' without you I've tried But I'm not livin' without you As long as I'm alive I'm not livin' without you You sent me off to this lonely prison I serve my sentence all alone You wanted blood - that's what you're gettin' Pay with my life every day you're gone I'd die for a chance just to hold you again I'd give anything to taste your kiss of life Don't let a good thing die There's no livin' without you I've tried But I'm not livin' without you As long as I'm alive I'm not livin' without you Baby you could save me Come back to me and then You could help me Through this long night Breathe life into me again There's no livin' without you I've tried But I'm not livin' without you As long as I'm alive I'm not livin' without you
Meat City Composer(s): John Lennon Performer(s): John Lennon
Well- I been Meat City to see for myself Well- I been Meat City to see for myself Been Meat City been Meat City Just got to give me some rock 'n roll
People were dancing like there's no tomorow Meat City Fingerlickin' chickinpickin' Meat City shookdown USA Pig Meat City Well I been the mountain to see for myself Yes been the mountain to see myself Been the mountain been the mountain Just got give me some rock 'n roll Snake doctors shakin' like there's no tomorrow Freak City Chickinsuckin' mothertruckin' Meat City shookdown USA Pig Meat City Well I'm gonna China to see for myself Well I'm gonna China to see for myself Gonna China gonna China Just got to give me some rock 'n roll
Well the people were jumping like there's no tomorrow Meat City Fingerlickin' chickinpickin' Meat City shookdown USA Well I'm gonna China Yes Well I'm gonna China Well I'm gonna China Yes Well I'm gonna China ...
Livin' Thing Composer(s): Jeff Lynne First release by: Electric Light Orchestra - 1976 Covered by multiple other artists
Sailin' away on the crest of a wave It's like magic Rollin' and ridin' and slippin' & slidin' It's magic
And you, and your sweet desire You took me, higher and higher It's a livin' thing It's a terrible thing to lose It's a given thing What a terrible thing to lose
Making believe this is what you've conceived From your worst day, Moving in line when you look back in time To your first day
And you, and your sweet desire You took me, higher and higher It's a livin' thing It's a terrible thing to lose It's a given thing What a terrible thing to lose
Takin' a dive 'cos you can't halt the slide Floating downstream, So let her go don't start spoiling the show It's a bad dream
And you, and your sweet desire You took me, higher and higher It's a livin' thing It's a terrible thing to lose It's a given thing What a terrible thing to lose
Meat Balls Composer(s): Lil Johnson Performer(s): Lil Johnson; Dana Gillespie
Got out late last night, in the rain and sleet Tryin' to find a butcher that grind my meat Yes I'm lookin' for a butcher He must be long and tall If he want to grind my meat 'Cause I'm wild about my meat balls
A no good man but he's so doggone stout Before he starts to grindin' he's all worn out Somebody send me a butcher He must be long and tall If he want to grind my meat 'Cause I'm wild about my meat balls
He can clean my fish, even pick my crabs But what I need is my meat ground bad Yes I'm lookin' for a butcher He must be long and tall If he want to grind my meat 'Cause I'm wild about my meat balls
You can have your roast chicken and your good lamb stew But for my choice them old meat balls will do Somebody send me a butcher He must be long and tall If he want to grind my meat 'Cause I'm wild about my meat balls
Now look here papa, don't try to stall If you can't grind a long time, don't grind at all Yes I'm lookin' for a butcher He must be long and tall If he want to grind my meat 'Cause I'm wild about my meat balls
All Of It Composer(s): Garry Ó Briain Performer(s): Skylark and multiple other artists
Oh, dear, what's the matter, they're rowin' and squabblin' There seems to be something awry For the last forty nights they've been having a fight And we always can hear the same cry
Give me all of it, all of it, not just a bit of it None of your quarters, your thirds or your halves For the long and the tall, and the rise and the fall of it All of it, all of it, all
The Priest at the altar was noticed to falter And he seemed to be weak at the knees When the Deacon poured drops of red wine from his cups We could make out his virtuous pleas
Give me all of it, all of it, not just a bit of it None of your quarters, your thirds or your halves For the long and the tall, and the rise and the fall of it All of it, all of it, all
The fiddler was playin' below in the kitchen In the wee after hours that are best When he left out a beat in the turn of the reel And the dancers all stopped to request
Give me all of it, all of it, not just a bit of it None of your quarters, your thirds or your halves For the long and the tall, and the rise and the fall of it All of it, all of it, all
The barman was spilling, and wiping and spilling And the drinkers discussed this and that When his thumb in the measure he aroused their displeasure And he brought this response from one pat
Give me all of it, all of it, not just a bit of it None of your quarters, your thirds or your halves For the long and the tall, and the rise and the fall of it All of it, all of it, all
Now I've not the gumption nor hard neck to finish This song's nothing less than obscene But I trust your good taste, and I know you won't waste Yours and my precious time if you scream
Give me all of it, all of it, not just a bit of it None of your quarters, your thirds or your halves For the long and the tall, and the rise and the fall of it All of it, all of it, all
Livin' Lovin' Doll Composer(s): Jim Gustard - Johnny May First recording/First release by: Cliff Richard & The Drifters - 1958/1959
You drive me crazy when we're bopping at the hop You squeeze me tight, my heart goes flippity-flop Your brand of kisses drives me right up the wall Oh oh oh, you livin' lovin' doll You treat me mean and nasty, don't come when I call Oh oh oh, you livin' lovin' doll, well ...
All of a sudden when your lips knocked me out Your eager arms taught me what love's all about I need you summer winter springtime and fall Oh oh oh, you livin' lovin' doll You treat me mean and nasty, don't come when I call Oh oh oh, you livin' lovin' doll
We-ell livin' lovin' doll Livin' lovin' doll I want you, want you all the time, I have to kiss you, can't resist you Oh oh oh, you livin' lovin' doll We-ell livin' lovin' doll Livin' lovin' doll I want you, want you all the time, I have to kiss you, can't resist you Oh oh oh, you livin' lovin' doll
Mama English Title: Mama (When My Dollies Have Babies) Composer(s): Sonny Bono; Buschor Performer(s): Dalida
Mama meine puppe soll gross sein und schön Ja so schön wie Mama, und das glück soll dann nie von uns gehn
Wie sie damals war So seh ich sie noch heut Blondes lockenhaar Rosa seidenkleid Und ich wünschte mir Eines irnmerzu Meine puppe wär Emmal so wie Du
Mama, meine puppe soll gross sein und schön Ja so schön wie Mama, und das glück soll dann nie von uns gehn
Heut steh ich vor dir Bitte lass mich ein Draussen ist es kalt Ich bin so allein Scherben in der hand Kornrn ich nun zurück Wie ein puppentraum So zerbrach mein Gück
Mama, meine puppe soll gross sein und schön Ja so schön wie Mama, und das glück soll dann nie von uns gehn
Als ich von dir ging War mein herz so blind Jedes wort von dir Hörte nur der wind Nun ist es zu spät Und die Einsamkeit Trage ich zu dir Wie zur kinderzeit
Mama, meine puppe soll gross sein und schön Ja so schön wie Mama
Mama English Title: Mama (When My Dollies Have Babies) Composer(s): Sonny Bono; Jacques Monty Performer(s): Dalida
Oui je me revois Une poupée dans les bras Lui parlant tout bas Me parlant de toi Elle était si belle Vêtue de dentelles Elle me souriait Et je te disais
Mama Quand ma poupée grandira je veux qu'elle te ressemble Mama Et nous serons très heureux ensemble
Vois-tu aujourd'hui J'ai besoin de toi Mon amour s'enfuit Et soudain j'ai froid Car je n'ai plus rien Rien qu'une poupée Brisée dans mes mains A qui je disais
Mama Quand ma poupée grandira je veux qu'elle te ressemble Mama Et nous serons très heureux ensemble
J'ai gâché mes jours Sans trouver l'amour Tu me l'avais dit Quand je suis parti Et quand le chagrin Vous prend par la main Alors on se souvient Que sans toi on est rien
Mama Quand ma poupée grandira Je veux qu'elle te ressemble Mama
Livet Är En Fest Composer(s): Ulf Dageby Performer(s): Nationalteatern
På fredagskvällen bubblar det i blodet, man är kåt vi skulle gå på Vågen och dansa oss en låt vi grundade med groggen, Greven, Plast och jag och fredagsdrömmen växte om en flicka varm och glad
Livet är en fest Håll mä om dä folk och fä Men om livet är pest Fyllan värmer bäst
Men när vi kom till Vågen, då var det nåt som dog där var det knuff och trängsel, och inte många log vi satte oss i baren och tog en flaska vin Och drömmen börja slakna om en flicka varm och fin
Livet är en fest......
Sen hängde vi i baren, drick min broder, drick orkestern malde svensktopp och sista dansen gick och jävlar vad jag ville, att det nånstans fanns en tjej som kunde komma fram ur röken, fram till mig och säga: HEJ !
Livet är en fest ......
Sen stängde dom och vi gick hem, vår fredagsdröm var slut Jag spydde i en rännsten, blev utskälld av en snut Men glöm din värk i hjärtat och glöm ditt kneg min vän För snart så är det fredag, då försöker vi igen
Mama Composer(s): Mark Charron Performer(s): B.J. Thomas
Who's the one who tied your shoe when you were young And knew just when to come and see what you had done? Mama, oh Mama And who's the one who patched your eye and told you not to cry 'cause he was too big for you to try? Mama, Ma-a-ma
And who's the one you didn't need to plead To give her time to the Little League? It was Mama, oh, ma-a-a-ma-a-a And who's the one who gave her shoulder When you told her your first love was over she'd met someone older Mama, Mama
It was Mama, my ma-a-a-ma-a-a
Ma-a-ma, oh ma-a-ma
Who's the one who taught you obligation then dedication result graduation? Mama, Mama And who's the one who's shown the friends you've known A home away from home when they were tired and all alone? Mama, Mama
And who's the one who held a tear inside When you introduced your future bride? And who's the one who didn't mean to cry As you walked down the aisle, the tears you saw her smile Mama, oh, Mama Ma-a-m-a-a, my Ma-a-ma-a It was Ma-a-m-a-a
Liverpool Town Composer(s): Stan Kelly - Leon Rosselson Performer(s): Liverpool Town
Oh I wish I was back in Liverpool Liverpool town where I was born Where there ain't no trees, no scented breeze No fields of waving corn Where there's lots of girls with peroxide curls And the black and tan flows free Where there's six in a bed by the old pier head And it's Liverpool town for me
Now t'is seven long years since I've wandered away To sail the wide sea over I took me a trip on an old steamship That was bound for Baltimore I was seven days sick, I just could not stick That bobbing up and down And I told him, Jack, you'd better turn back For dear old Liverpool town
Now there's every race and color of face There's every kind of name But the pigeons on the pier head Sure they treat you all the same If you walk on down Parliament Street You'll see faces black and brown And I've also seen them orange and green In dear old Liverpool town
Malos Pensamientos Composer(s): Miguel Mateos Performer(s): Miguel Mateos
Y va otra noche sin dormir le arranco un ala al corazón contemplo al mundo en un espejo quebrado como un satélite de tu amor y giras, y giro, me giras y todo da vueltas sin parar
Son malos pensamientos muy dentro de mí Nena, son malos pensamientos libéralos de mí
Y cuando miro hacia atrás ya no hay lugar donde ir y a veces nada, nada tiene sentido es como un carrousel de fotos, y fotos oscuras un sueño, de un sueño en espiral
Son malos pensamientos muy dentro de mí Nena, son malos pensamientos libéralos de mí libéralos de mí
y giras, y giro, me giras y todo da vueltas sin parar
Son malos pensamientos muy, muy dentro de mí Nena, son malos pensamientos libéralos de mí libéralos de mí
