Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Living At The Canterbury Composer(s): Wiedlin Performer(s): The Go-Go's
Okay living in the city Whores outside a-posing Traffic noise a lullaby Skyscapers better than the blue skies We can do what we want We can say what we please We can be who we want Being poor's okay by me Proud I don't have no TV
Living at the Canterbury (My friends think I'm a fool) Living at the Canterbury I guess it's pretty cool
Living at the Canterbury Fighting off the roaches Like being in a dormitory Till rental due approaches (Don't know where we'll get the cash) Spent it all on booze I'm no fool with credit cards It's better not to think Sometimes little I like to think!
Media Vuelta Composer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez Performer(s): Eydie Gorme and multiple other artists
Te vas porque yo quiero que te vayas a la hora que yo quiera te detengo yo sé que mi cariño te hace falta porque quieras o no yo soy tu dueño
Yo quiero que te vayas por el mundo y quiero que conozcas mucha gente yo quiero que te besen otros labios para que me compares hoy como siempre
Si encuentras un amor que te comprenda y sientas que te quiere más que nadie entonces yo daré la media vuelta y me iré con el sol cuando muera la tarde entonces yo daré la media vuelta y me iré con el sol cuando muera la tarde
Si encuentras un amor que te comprenda y sientas que te quiere más que nadie entonces yo daré la media vuelta y me iré con el sol cuando muera la tarde entonces yo daré la media vuelta y me iré con el sol cuando muera la tarde
Living And Dying Composer(s): Klaus Meine - Rudolf Schenker - Rudolph Schenker Performer(s): Scorpions
In the dirty old city There is my home There's my home, there's my home There is my home Nothing really looks pretty And I've been alone I've been alone, I've been alone I've been alone And made my heart Maybe we should start crying Living and dying And made my heart Maybe we should start crying Living and dying In the house of darkness There's a magic stone Magic stone, magic stone The magic stone But I couldn't find it 'Cause the shine is gone Shine is gone, shine is gone The shine is gone And made my heart Maybe we should start crying Living and dying And made my heart Maybe we should start crying Living and dying Living and dying Living and dying
Media Luz En Paris Composer(s): A. Abonizio; R. Goldin Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto
Da la media luz en Paris en Buenos Aires las seis volando sobre Berlin el whisky manchado de rouge Escribo como confesión te amo y te odio a la vez cuando bajas del avión seguro hay una extra de hotel
Pero las noches que paso sin vos me toco el cuerpo y recuerdo me rio de las cosas que hago cuando estoy solo las noches que paso sin voz me toco el cuerpo y recuerdo me rio de las cosas que hago cuando estoy solo
Quisiera poder clausurar los cielos con un murallon y que te licues en mi flotando en el paladar Hay tanta verdad sin amor mareo al subir y bajar la pista tu respiracion turbinas que dan la señal
Living All Alone Composer(s): Cynthia Biggs - Kenny Gamble - Thom Bell Performer(s): Phyllis Hyman
There used to be time in my life when we were lovers And we shared this apartment together just us two I think of how we planned to get married Saying "Love how I used to know you well" Whoa Oh I can't stand this living all alone Whoa Oh I can't stand this living all alone Oh No No No Whoa
Now I love what's in my life and I find it's a mellow world I'm not even the same I'm a different girl Yesterday I was somebody's baby Now today I'm a woman on my own Whoa Oh I can't stand this living all alone Whoa Oh I can't stand this living all alone
It feels good to have somebody hold you tight It feels good to have somebody love you right Who would end all my long and lonely nights? Whoa Oh I can't stand this living all alone Whoa Oh I can't stand this living all alone Whoa Oh I can't stand this living all, oouuu all alone
Oh, I don't want to be alone Oh weeee aaaaaa Oh I don't want to be alone We used to be such lovers We used to care for one another Aaaaaaaa aaaa aaaa aaaa I don't want to be, I don't want to be alone No no, No no No Oooooooooo No I don't want to be alone No No No Need ya, Love ya Come back to me oooohhhh I love you Oh please, please come back to me baby Ooooouuu Yeah I can't stand to be alone I can't stand it Don't want to be alone
Medallita De La Suerte Composer(s): M. Batistella; Carlos Gardel; Jose Razzano Performer(s): Carlos Gardel
Muchas glorias me dio el mundo al brindarme sus ofrendas son tantas, que las confundo aflojándoles las riendas Gran poder es el dinero mas de todas esas prendas es a vos a quien más quiero
Medallita de la suerte que te llevo desde niño es tan grande mi cariño como el miedo de perderte Yo nací para quererte porque junto a mi cunita te bendijo mi viejita con el llanto de su amor
Fuiste para mí canción de cuna en mis noches, blanca luna flor del aire en mi camino esperanza en mi destino y serás en mi partida la canción de despedida cuando a todos diga adiós
¡Nunca yo podré olvidar que fuiste vos mi dulce prenda querida!
Medallita de la suerte que te llevo desde niño es tan grande mi cariño como el miedo de perderte Yo nací para quererte porque junto a mi cunita te bendijo mi viejita con el llanto de su amor
Lovin' Up A Storm ((French Version: Barbe Bleue (by Eddy Mitchell) - 1965)) Composer(s): Luther Dixon - Allyson Khent First release by: Jerry Lee Lewis & His Pumping Piano - 1959 Covered by multiple other artists
When our kisses fly like oak leaves Caught in a gust of wind My heart beats fast, a clickty-clack Like a train goin' round a bend I call that Lovin' Up a Storm! I said that's Lovin Up a Storm! Well it's good for you honey It won't do you no harm Ah when a we get with it darlin' All I can hear is a sigh Something touches you deep in your heart Like it's lightin' from the sky I call that Lovin' Up a Storm! Whoaa Lovin Up a Storm! Well it's good for you baby It won't do you no harm Ohhhhh!
When we're embracing darlin' I get wild as a hurricane Ah when we kiss Great Balls of Fire! Ice-water's running through my veins I call that Lovin' Up a Storm! Ohhh Lovin Up a Storm! Well it's good for you baby It won't do you no harm Well it's good for you baby It won't do you no harm Oh... It's good for you baby It won't do you no harm
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
