Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Living In America ((aka Living With A Hernia (by "Weird Al" Yankovic) - 1986)) Composer(s): Charlie Midnight - Dan Hartman First release by: James Brown - 1985 Covered by multiple other artists
Yeah, uh! Get up, now! Ow! Knock out this!
Super highways, coast to coast easy to get anywhere On the transcontinental overload just slide behind the wheel How does it feel
When there's no destination - that's too far And somewhere on the way you might find out who you are
Living in America - eye to eye, station to station Living in America - hand to hand, across the nation Living in America - got to have a celebration
Rock my soul
Smokestack, fatback many miles of railroad track All night radio, keep on runnin' through your rock 'n' roll soul All night diners keep you awake hey, on black coffee and a hard roll
You might have to walk the fine line you might take the hard line But everybody's working overtime
Living in America - eye to eye, station to station Living in America - hand to hand, across the nation Living in America - got to have a celebration
I live in America, help me out but I live in America wait a minute
You might not be looking for the promised land but you might find it anyway Under one of those old familiar names Like New Orleans (New Orleans) Detroit City (Detroit City), Dallas (Dallas) Pittsburg P.A. (Pittsburg P.A.) New York City (New York City) Kansas City (Kansas City) Atlanta (Atlanta), Chicago and L.A.
Living in America - hit me Living in America - yeah I walk in and out Living in America
I live in America - state lines gonna make the prime, that I live in America - hey I know what it means, I
Living in America - Eddie Murphy, eat your heart out Living in America - hit me, I said now, eye to eye, station to station Living in America - so nice, with your bare self Living in America - I feel good!
Meester Prikkebeen Composer(s): Boudewijn de Groot; L.H. Nijgh Performer(s): Boudewijn de Groot
Hij staat in de sneeuw aan de poort van de stad En prikt de dagen van december op z'n hoed Hij fluit z'n pluche lapjeskat Want hij heeft last van muizenissen die nesten maken in z'n baard
Maar 't dier laat hem altijd mooi fluiten 't Dier preekt ernstig voor de vissen Gevallen van een haringkar
Hij lokt de dagen met z'n lied De dagen vliegen, hij blijft staan Waar komt hij vandaan Waar komt hij vandaan Hij koestert de dagen van rood cellofaan Van glitter en watten en sterrenpapier Geen mens kent zijn naam Geen mens kent zijn naam
Meester Prikkebeen Meester Prikkebeen Mensen lopen langs hem heen Hij blijft alleen meester Prikkebeen
Lantaarnopstekers gaan stil door de nacht Hij speelt z'n draailier voor hun harige gezicht Slaap gerust, sluimer zacht Een paladijn met zijn soldaten blijft even luisteren naar hem
Toch blijft z'n schotel leeg, ze lachen Alleen een meisje blijft staan praten Een mager meisje van plezier
Waarom speel jij geen ander lied Je ogen en je mond zijn koud Ik weet geen refrein Ik draag op m'n borsten een sleutel van goud Het licht in m'n oog is een ster die verschiet Zo kan ik niet zijn
Meester Prikkebeen Meester Prikkebeen Mensen lopen langs hem heen Hij blijft alleen meester Prikkebeen
Ze danst in de sneeuw en ze speelt tamboerijn Terwijl de lapjeskat heel stil de passie preekt Het geurt naar brood en warme wijn En in de sneeuwnacht bij de ballen verwachten ze 't nieuwe jaar
De laatste nacht komt aangevlogen De laatste slagen zijn gevallen 'n Vuurpijl spuit de hemel in
En morgen verdwijnen ze over het land Morgen verdwijnen ze over het land Het nieuwe jaar is wijd en groen Een bloemenwei is leeg en groen Nooit zien ze hem weer Nooit zien ze hem weer Wie weet wat de dagen Wie weet wat de dagen dit jaar zullen doen dit jaar zullen doen Zij speelt met de kat Zij speelt met de kat En hij zwaait met zijn hand En hij zwaait met zijn hand Vaarwel en tot ziens Vaarwel en tot ziens Misschien tot ziens Misschien tot ziens
Meester Prikkebeen Meester Prikkebeen Mensen lopen langs hem heen Hij blijft alleen meester Prikkebeen
Living In A Child's Dream Composer(s): Mick Bower Performer(s): The Master's Apprentices
See the windows of the green house, their painted yellow like doors See the child who sits in wonder, at this brightly colored scene See the clown who makes the children laugh, as he spins around and shows them all his tricks Oh how I wish I where a little boy again, living in a child's dream
See the mountains made of ice cream, with cherries doted on their slopes And over there's a chocolate tree trunk ,mint leaves are hanging from the boughs See the clown who makes the children laugh, as he spins around and shows them all his tricks Oh how I wish I where a little boy again living in a child's dream
A land of fairy tales and good things, is all a child will dream all day And while he's young he'll have no reason, to cry for someone gone away See the clown who makes the children laugh, as he spins around and shows them all his tricks Oh how I wish I where a little boy again, living in a child's dream
Mediterraneo Composer(s): Joan Manuel Serrat Performer(s): Joan Manuel Serrat
Quizá porque mi niñez sigue jugando en tu playa y escondido tras las cañas duerme mi primer amor llevo tu luz y tu olor por dondequiera que vaya
y amontonado en tu arena tengo amor, juegos y penas Yo, que en la piel tengo el sabor amargo del llanto enterno que han vertido en ti cien pueblos de Algeciras a Estambul para que pintes de azul sus largas noches de invierno
A fuerza de desvinturas tu alma es profunda y oscura
A tus atardeceres rojos se acostubraron mis ojos como el recodo al camino...
Soy cantor, soy embustero me gusta el juego y el vino Tengo alma de marinero...
Qué le voy a hacer, si yo nací en el Mediterraneo
Y te acercas, y te vas despueés de besar mi aldea Jugando con la marea te vas, pensando en volver Eres como una mujer perfumadita de brea
que se añora y se quiere que se conoce y se teme
Ay, si un día para mi mal viene a buscarme la parca Empujad al mar mi barca con un levante otoñal y dejad que el temporal desguace sus alas blancas
Y a mi enterradme sin duelo entre la playa y el cielo...
En la ladera de un monte más alto que el horizonte Quiero tener buena vista
Mi cuerpo será camino le daré verde a los pinos y amarillo a la genista...
Mediterraneo (Sarà Sarà)
(French & Spanish Versions: Soleil; Soleil Mi Sol)
Composer(s): Gian Guarnieri - G. Manicardi - Antonio Summa
Performer(s): Dalida
Sarà sarà, mediterraneo, sarà sarà la musica sarà
Barche dondolate Flirt di mezza estate Dolce vento d'olio di cocco vedrà Tiepide serate Un whiski e ghiaccio cambierà Sere piene di nuvole Un cameriere verserà Rose e complicità
Sarà sarà Mediterraneo Sarà sarà la musica sarà Dentro di me qualcosa cambierà Chissà domani quale amore resterà Sarà sarà Mediterraneo Sarà sarà la sera al Tropico Un'eco che non si ripeterà Ed una donna che non dira mai Oh mai, mai mai mai mai, oh mai, mai mai mai mai
Libro scritto male Film di carnevale Copre coi fiori coi trucchi coi se Voglie di volare Apiedi nudi ballero Sulla spiaggia che sa di blu E di quell'uomo resterà Sabbia niente di più
Sarà sarà Mediterraneo Sarà sarà la musica sarà Dentro di me qualcosa cambierà Chissà domani quale amore resterà Sarà sarà Mediterraneo Sarà sarà la sera al Tropico Un'eco che non si ripeterà Ed una donna che non dira mai Oh mai, mai mai mai mai, oh mai, mai mai mai mai
Guardo nello specchio Dritto nei miei occhi La mia mente vola lontano da amanti Tinti di rossetti Il corpo è un gatto libero Quante volte ti tradirà Ma senza nomi inutili Solo con verità Sarà sarà
Sarà sarà mediterraneo Sarà sarà la musica sarà Dentro di me qualcosa cambierà Chissà domani quale amore resterà Sarà sarà Mediterraneo Sarà sarà la sera al Tropico Un'eco che non si ripeterà Ed una donna che non dira mai Oh mai, mai mai mai mai, oh mai, mai mai mai mai
Living For The City ((Finnish Version: Liikaa Stadiin (by Kirka) - 1975)) Composer(s): Stevie Wonder First release by: Stevie Wonder - 1973 Covered by multiple other artists
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty His parents give him love and affection To keep him strong moving in the right direction Living just enough, just enough for the city...ee ha! His father works some days for fourteen hours And you can bet he barely makes a dollar His mother goes to scrub the floors for many And you'd best believe she hardly gets a penny Living just enough, just enough for the city... yeah! His sister's black but she is sho'nuff pretty Her skirt is short but Lord her legs are sturdy To walk to school she's got to get up early Her clothes are old but never are they dirty Living just enough, just enough for the city...um hum Her brother's smart he's got more sense than many His patience's long but soon he won't have any To find a job is like a haystack needle Cause where he lives they don't use colored people Living just enough, just enough for the city... Living just enough... For the city... ooh, ooh (Repeat several times)
His hair is long, his feet are hard and gritty He spends his life walking the streets of New York City He's almost dead from breathing in air pollution He tried to vote but to him there's no solution Living just enough, just enough for the city...v yeah,yeah,yeah! I hope you hear inside my voice of sorrow And that it motivates you to make a better tomorrow This place is cruel no where could be much colder If we don't change the world will soon be over Living just enough, stop giving just enough for the city!!!! La, La, La, La, La, La Da Ba Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da (Repeat)
Living Doll Composer(s): Lionel Bart First release by: Cliff Richard & The Drifters - 1959 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1976 - La' Dem Dog (by Bamses Venner) 1995 - Living Doll (Dutch Version) (by Paul Severs)
Got myself a cryin', talkin', sleepin', walkin', livin' doll Gonna do my best to please her just cos she's a livin' doll Got a rovin' eye and that is why she satisfies my soul Got myself a cryin', sleepin', walkin', livin' doll
Well, take a look at her hair, it's real If you don't believe what I say, just feel I'm gonna lock her up in a trunk so no big hunk Can steal her away from me
Got myself a cryin', talkin', sleepin', walkin', livin' doll Gonna do my best to please her just cos she's a livin' doll Got a rovin' eye and that is why she satisfies my soul I got the one and only walkin', talkin', livin' doll
Medicine Jar Composer(s): Jimmy McCulloch; Colin Allen Performer(s): Wings
What's Wrong With You? I Wish I Knew You Say Time And Tell I Hope That's True There's More To Life Than Blues And Reds I Say, I Know How You Feel Now Your Friends Are Dead
Dead On Your Feet, You Won't Get Far If You Keep On Sticking Your Hand In The Medicine Jar
Now Don't Give Up Whatever You Do You Say Time Will Tell I Hope That's True If You Go Down And Lose Your Head I Say, I Know How You Feel Now Your Friends Are Dead
Dead On Your Feet, You Won't Get Far If You Keep On Sticking Your Hand In The Medicine Jar
Dead On Your Feet ...
What Can I Do? I Can't Let Go You Say Time Will Heal But Very Slow So Don't Forget The Things You Said I Say I Know How You Feel Now Your Friends Are Dead
Dead On Your Feet, You Won't Get Far If You Keep On Sticking Your Hand In The Medicine Jar
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?
