Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Lord, I Hope This Day Is Good Performer(s): Don Williams
Lord, I hope this day is good I'm feelin' empty and misunderstood I should be thankful Lord, I know I should But Lord I hope this day is good
Lord have you forgotten me I've been prayin' to you faithfully I'm not sayin' I'm a righteous man But Lord I hope you understand
I don't need fortune and I don't need fame Send down the thunder Lord, send down the rain But when you're plannin' just how it should be Plan a good day for me
Lord, I hope this day is good I'm feelin' empty and misunderstood I should be thankful Lord, I know I should But Lord I hope this day is good
You've been the king since the dawn of time All that I'm asking is a little less cryin' It might be hard for the devil to do But it would be easy for you
Lord, I hope this day is good I'm feelin' empty and misunderstood I should be thankful Lord, I know I should But Lord I hope this day is good
Sossity, You're A Woman Composer(s): Ian Anderson Performer(s): Jethro Tull; Wayne Krantz
Hello you straight-laced lady Dressed in white but your shoes aren't clean Painted them up with polish In the hope we can't see where you've been The smiling face that you've worn To greet me rising at morning Sent me out to work for my score Please me and say what it's for Give me the straight-laced promise And not the pathetic lie Tie me down with your ribbons And sulk when I ask you why Your sunday paper voice cries Demanding truths I deny The bitter-sweet kiss you pretended Is offered, our affair mended Sossity: you're a woman Society: you're a woman
All of the tears you're wasting Are for yourself and not for me It's sad to know you're aging Sadder still to admit I'm free Your immature physical toy has grown Too young to enjoy at last your straight-laced agreement Woman, you were too old for me Sossity: you're a woman Society: you're a woman
Call Rosie On The Phone Composer(s): Milton DeLugg - Bob Hilliard Performer(s): Guy Mitchell; Jimmy Carroll & His Orch.
Hell, I've got troubles! Will you help me out?
Just do me a favour, pal, call Rosie on the phone I gotta find out what she does when I leave her alone I gotta find out if she's true to me No matter what the truth will do to me Do me a favour and call my Rosie on the phone
Then try to make a date for half-past eight And let me know real soon Whether or not she talks about me When she's sittin' with you underneath the Moon
Do me a favour, pal, call Rosie up tonight Tell her that I'm busy and you know I'm safe on the shelf But when I think about Rosie bein' untrue Cheatin' in the moonlight, kissin' you I think I'd better call Rosie myself
Gotta find out if she's true to me No matter what the truth will do to me Do me a favour and call my Rosie on the phone (Call Rosie on the phone) Yeah, and try to make a date for half-past eight And hurry off to single flop I wanta find out if she talks about me When she's dancin' with you at the record hop
Oh, do me a favour, pal, call Rosie up tonight Tell her that I'm busy and you know I'm safe on the shelf But when I think about Rosie bein' untrue Cheatin' in the moonlight, kissin' you I think I'd better call Rosie myself Just forget the whole thing, I'll call Rosie myself (Call Rosie on the phone) (Ring-a-ding, ring-a ding, ring-a-ding-a-ding-a-ding)
Lord, Don't Give Up On Me Composer(s): Merle Haggard Performer(s): Merle Haggard; David Parmley & Continental Divide
Lord, don't give up on me I'll be right some day Lord, don't tune me out, don't go away I'm just a wandering pilgrim, all alone And Lord, I'm only halfway home
Wait just a little longer, I need some time Make me just a little stronger, so I can climb It's a long way up from the very bottom To heaven's dome And Lord, I'm only halfway home
Lord, don't give up on me I'll be right some day Lord, don't tune me out, don't go away I'm just a wandering pilgrim, all alone Lord, I'm only halfway home Lord, I'm only halfway home
Sotto Il Segno Dei Pesci Composer(s): Antonello Venditti Performer(s): Antonello Venditti
Ti ricordi quella strada eravamo io e te e la gente che correva e gridava insieme a noi Tutto quel che voglio - pensavo - e' solamente amore ed unità per noi che meritiamo un'altra vita più giusta e libera se vuoi...
Corri amore corri non aver paura...
Ti chiedevi che ti manca? una casa tu ce l'hai hai una donna una famiglia che ti tira fuori dai guai
ma tutto quel che voglio - pensavo - e' solamente amore ed unità per noi che meritiamo un altra vita più giusta e libera se vuoi nata sotto il segno nata sotto il segno dei pesci...
Ed il rock passava lento sulle nostre discussioni diciott'anni sono pochi per promettersi il futuro ma tutto quel che voglio dicevo e' solamente amore
ed unità per noi e meritiamo un altra vita violenta e tenera se vuoi nata sotto il segno nata sotto il segno dei pesci...
E Marina se ne e' andata oggi insegna in usa scuola vive male e insoddisfatta e capisce perché e' sola
ma tutto quel che cerca e che vuole e' solamente amore ed unità per noi che meritiamo un altra vista violenta e tenera se vuoi nata sotto il segno nata sotto il segno dei pesci...
E Giovanni e' un ingegnere che lavora in una radio ha bruciato la sua laurea vive solo di parole ma tutto quel che cerca e che vuole e' solamente amore ed unità per noi stretti in libera sorte violenti e teneri se vuoi...
Lord Protect My Child Composer(s): Bob Dylan First recording/First release by: Bob Dylan - 1983/1991 Covered by multiple other artists
For his age, he's wise He's got his mother's eyes There's gladness in his heart He's young and he's wild My only prayer is, if I can't be there Lord, protect my child
As his youth now unfolds He is centuries old Just to see him at play makes me smile No matter what happens to me No matter what my destiny Lord, protect my child
While the world is asleep You can look at it and weep Few things you find are worthwhile And though I don't ask for much No material things to touch Lord, protect my child
He's young and on fire Full of hope and desire In a world that's been raped, raped and defiled If I fall along the way And can't see another day Lord, protect my child
There'll be a time I hear tell When all will be well When God and man will be reconciled But until men lose their chains And righteousness reigns Lord, protect my child
Den Vilda Composer(s): Peter Grönvall - Nanne Grönvall First performance by: One More Time - 1996
Vintern, den sänker sin slöja och bäddar in husen Härden i värdshuset värmer och maten och krusen Där dansar han med den vilda De dansar som virvlar i ett vattenfall Fyllda av stolthet och vilja Dansar som virvlar i ett vattenfall Men rykten i stugorna sprids medan snöflingor faller Stjärnorna gnistrar mot isen som klara kristaller Där flyr han bort med den vilda Dom rusar som virvlar i ett vattenfall Fyllda av stolthet och vilja Rusar som virvlar i ett vattenfall Droskan försvinner i natten Och snön blir till drivor utmed vägens kant Hovslagen ekar bland bergen än Lekande sorglöst som ett vattenfall Natten den sänker sin slöja och suddar ut spåren Var de än är har de styrkan som forsen om våren Där dansar han med den vilda De dansar som virvlar i ett vattenfall Vilda av stolthet och vilja Dansar som virvlar i ett vattenfall
Lord Of The Thighs Composer(s): Steven Tyler First release by: Aerosmith - 1974 Covered by multiple other artists
Down to who knows who, just to socialize I'm waiting for my girls, when you call my eyes You got no way to make a man honey You got to understand I'm your man, child. Lord of the Thighs
Well, well, Lordie my God What do we got here? She's flashin' 'cross the floor Make it perfectly clear You're the bait, and you're the hook Someone 'bound to take a look I'm your man, child Lord of the Thighs
You must of come here to find it You've got the look in your eyes. Although you really don't mind it I am the Lord of your Thighs!
You must of come here to find it baby You've got the look in your eyes Although you really don't mind it I am the Lord of your Thighs!
Sotto Il Tiglio Composer(s): Angelo Branduardi Performer(s): Angelo Branduardi
Sotto il tiglio là nella landa là dov'era il nostro letto voi che passate potete vedere come rompemmo fiori ed erba Davanti al bosco cantava l'usignolo e di fiori lei fece un giaciglio Riderà chi passi per di là guardate com'è rossa la sua bocca Sotto il tiglio là nella landa noi rompemmo fiori ed erba voi che passate potete vedere dove io posai la testa Se saprete che lei era con me questo non sarà certo mai vergogna era lei la donna che volevo per essere chiamato col mio nome Sotto il tiglio là nella landa la radica si abbraccia al giglio voi che passate potete vedere come son cresciuti insieme Lei con me rimase solo un anno ma con oro poi intrecciò le chiome e se ne andò, io amavo uno sparviero in alto si levò e volò via Sempre va a caccia di nubi il vento e non può mai fermarsi ma la bellezza è ancor più veloce troppo lento è per lei il vento Così è la nostra vita e il mondo come vento e nube fugge via
Heute düs ich ab ins Al beam mich hoch mit nem großen Knall und der coundown läuft der coundown läuft
Schwerelos zum Spazieren gehn will ich einmal von oben sehn du bist wunderschön wunderschön schön schön schön schön
Planet of blue, I love you, I love you Planet of blue, I love you, I love you
Vieles könnte echt besser sein vielleicht fällt mir ja hier oben was ein ich weiss der coundown läuft der coundown läuft
Irgendwann macht es nen großen Knall und das will ich auf keinen Fall und der coundown läuft der coundown läuft läuft läuft läuft läuft
Planet of blue, I love you, I love you Planet of blue, I love you, I love you
Planet of blue, I love you, I love you Planet of blue, I love you, I love you Planet of blue, I love you, I love you Planet of blue, I love you, I love you
Lord Of The Manor Composer(s): Terry Slater Performer(s): The Everly Brothers
The lord of the manor loves the upstairs maid And I tend the flowers of the seeds he lays His collar is velvet, his hands are real soft She sleeps with the master, I'm awakened above I wish in the bedrooms the sheets were all torn I wish that the flowers would only grow thorns
The lord of the manor has a wife of gray He pays the chauffeur to drive her away The lord & my baby are upstairs alone The one who could stop them is physically gone I wish in the bedrooms the sheets were all torn I wish that the flowers would only grow thorns
Sotto Le Lenzuola Composer(s): L. Beretta - Adriano Celentano - Mike DelPrete Performer(s): Adriano Celentano
Io l'altra notte l' ho tradita e so tornato alle cinque Pian piano sotto le lenzuola non la volevo svegliar ma l'abat-jour che è vicino a lei s'illuminò come gli occhi suoi lei mi guardo, io non parlai io non parlai e come Giuda la baciai ehi, ehi, ehi io non giocai quella notte a poker ma sono stato insieme alla sua amica Guardando me sembrava che lei mi leggesse la verità e con la mano accarezzandomi le labbra mi perdonava quel che lei non saprà mai Io amo lei, soltanto lei ma perché mai l'avrò tradita
La sera dopo sono uscito per fare il solito poker avrei voluto che venisse ma lei mi ha detto di no "vai pure, vai, io rimango qui gli amici tuoi son tutti la sveglia sarò quando verrai quando tu verrai" e poi mi disse sorridendo "ehi, ehi, ehi al poker sai, non si gioca in tre e non giocare più con la mia amica" Dagli occhi suoi cadeva giù un lacrimone tinto di blu e con la mano accarezzandole le labbra le dissi "grazie amore mio" e la baciai
Io amo lei, soltanto lei ma perché mai l'avrò tradita oh oh oh... Io amo lei, soltanto lei ma perché mai l'avrò tradita Io amo lei, soltanto lei ma perché mai l'avrò tradita
L'orange Composer(s): Gilbert Bécaud - Pierre Delanoë Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud; Star Academy 3
Tu as volé as volé as volé l'orange du marchand Tu as volé as volé as volé l'orange du marchand
Vous êtes fous, c'est pas moi, je n'ai pas volé l'orange J'ai trop peur des voleurs, j'ai pas pris l'orange du marchand
Oui, ça ne peut être que toi Tu es méchant et laid Y avait comme du sang sur tes doigts Quand l'orange coulait Oui c'est bien toi qui l'as volée Avec tes mains crochues Oui c'est bien toi qui l'as volée Y a quelqu'un qui t'a vu
Vous vous trompez Je courais dans la montagne Regardant tout le temps Les étoiles dans les yeux Vous vous trompez Je cherchais dans la montagne L'oiseau bleu
Tu as volé as volé as volé as volé as volé as volé l'orange Tu as volé as volé as volé l'orange du marchand Y avait longtemps qu'on te guettait Avec tes dents de loup Y avait longtemps qu'on te guettait T'auras la corde au cou Pour toi ce jour c'est le dernier Tu n'es qu'un sale voleur D'abord tu n'es qu'un étranger Et tu portes malheur
Vous vous trompez Je courais dans la montagne Regardant tout le temps Les étoiles dans les yeux Vous vous trompez Je cherchais dans la montagne L'oiseau bleu J'ai pas volé pas volé pas volé pas volé pas volé pas volé l'orange J'ai pas volé pas volé pas volé l'orange du marchand
Tu as volé as volé as volé as volé as volé as volé l'orange Tu as peur Jamais plus tu ne voleras l'orange
J'ai pas volé pas volé pas volé l'orange du marchand
Tu as volé as volé as volé l'orange du marchand Tu la vois elle est là La corde qui te pendra La corde qui te pendra
Mana Mu First performance by: Hara Konstantinou & Andreas Konstantinou - 1997
Pos na se po, hara mu, hara thlimeni? Ena nisi ston ilio mas perimeni Porta platia pu aniyis mes' ti psihi mu Su tragutho ke lambis anatoli mu Mana mu Glikia patritha seryiana mu Ta onira su ah mana mu Mes' tis karthias to vitho Thih' ti mu Tin omorfia su, Afroditi mu To kima beni sto spiti mu Ke skivo ke proskino Ise fluri tis meras tu iliu mati Aithoni mes' tu ipnu to monopati Vrisi pu stazi meli ke paramithia Ise kaimos pu theli ke lei alithia Mana mu Glikia patritha seryiana mu Ta onira su ah mana mu Mes' tis karthias to vitho Thih' ti mu Tin omorfia su, Afroditi mu To kima beni sto spiti mu Ke skivo ke proskino Tam tabadababam pabababadam Tabadam tabadam tabadam tabadabadabadam Pam pabadabadam pabababadam Tabadam tabadam tabadam tabadabadabadam... Tam tabadabadam tabadabadam... Tabadam tabadam tabadam tabadabadaba Tabadabada, tabadabada... Tabadabadabadabadabadabadam Mana mu Glikia patritha seryiana mu Ta onira su ah mana mu Ke skivo ke proskino
L'orage Composer(s): Georges Brassens First release by: Georges Brassens - 1960 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1969 - L'uragano (by Beppe Chierici) 1985 - The Thunderstorm (by Graeme Allwright) 2004 - Il temporale (by Nanni Svampa)
Parlez-moi de la pluie et non pas du beau temps Le beau temps me dégoute et m'fait grincer les dents Le bel azur me met en rage Car le plus grand amour qui m'fut donné sur terr' Je l'dois au mauvais temps, je l'dois à Jupiter Il me tomba d'un ciel d'orage
Par un soir de novembre, à cheval sur les toits Un vrai tonnerr' de Brest, avec des cris d'putois Allumait ses feux d'artifice Bondissant de sa couche en costume de nuit Ma voisine affolée vint cogner à mon huis En réclamant mes bons offices
"Je suis seule et j'ai peur, ouvrez-moi, par pitié Mon époux vient d'partir faire son dur métier Pauvre malheureux mercenaire Contraint d'coucher dehors quand il fait mauvais temps Pour la bonne raison qu'il est représentant D'un' maison de paratonnerres"
En bénissant le nom de Benjamin Franklin Je l'ai mise en lieu sûr entre mes bras câlins Et puis l'amour a fait le reste Toi qui sèmes des paratonnerr's à foison Que n'en as-tu planté sur ta propre maison Erreur on ne peut plus funeste
Quand Jupiter alla se faire entendre ailleurs La belle, ayant enfin conjuré sa frayeur Et recouvré tout son courage Rentra dans ses foyers fair' sécher son mari En m'donnant rendez-vous les jours d'intempérie Rendez-vous au prochain orage
À partir de ce jour j'n'ai plus baissé les yeux J'ai consacré mon temps à contempler les cieux À regarder passer les nues À guetter les stratus, à lorgner les nimbus À faire les yeux doux aux moindres cumulus Mais elle n'est pas revenue
Son bonhomm' de mari avait tant fait d'affair's Tant vendu ce soir-là de petits bouts de fer Qu'il était dev'nu millionnaire Et l'avait emmenée vers des cieux toujours bleus Des pays imbécil's où jamais il ne pleut Où l'on ne sait rien du tonnerre
Dieu fass' que ma complainte aille, tambour battant Lui parler de la pluie, lui parler du gros temps Auxquels on a t'nu tête ensemble Lui conter qu'un certain coup de foudre assassin Dans le mill' de mon cur a laissé le dessin D'un' petit' fleur qui lui ressemble
Suddenly There's A Valley (French Version: Soudain, Une Vallée - 1956) Composer(s): Biff Jones - Chuck Meyer First release by: Gogi Grant - 1955 Covered by multiple other artists
When you've climbed the highest mountain When a cloud holds the sunshine in Suddenly there's a valley Where the earth knows peace with man
When a storm hides the distant rainbow And you think you can't find a friend Suddenly there's a valley Where friendships never end
Touched only by the seasons Swept clean by the waving grain Surveyed by a happy bluebird And kissed by the falling rain
When you think there's no bright tomorrow And you feel you can't try again Suddenly there's a valley Where hope and love begin
Suddenly there's a valley Where hope and love begin
L'orage ((Italian Version: La Pioggia (by Gigliola Cinquetti)) Composer(s): Mario Panzeri - Franck Thomas - Carrado Conti - Jean-Michel Rivat Performer(s): France Gall - 1969
Quand on a quitté la ville dans ton automobile Pour aller à la chasse aux cailles Il y avait un ciel d'azur on a pique-niqué Sur une meule de paille Quand on a repris la route les premières gouttes Sur les vitres sont tombé dès notre arrivée
L'orage a fait tomber sur nous toute la pluie du ciel L'orage nous a surpris mais en attendant l'arc-en-ciel Moi je me suis abritée sous ton grand ciré Sous ton ciré tu m'as serré
Dès le lendemain matin le fusil à la main Tu t'es caché dans les fougères Moi et ton vieux chien noiraud On portait sur le dos tes cartouchières Mais on est revenu sitôt qu'il a plu Sans une caille sans un canard sous les nuages noirs
L'orage a fait tomber sur nous toute la pluie du ciel L'orage nous a surpris mais en attendant l'arc-en-ciel Moi je me suis abritée sous ton grand ciré
L'orage nous a surpris mais en attendant l'arc-en-ciel Moi je me suis abritée sous ton grand ciré L'orage a fait tomber sur nous toute la pluie du ciel La pluie du ciel
Soudain, Une Vallée (Adapted from: Suddenly There's A Valley - 1955) Composer(s): Biff Jones - Chuck Meyer - Jean Dréjac Performer(s): Edith Piaf - 1956
Vous avez parcouru le monde Vous croyiez n'avoir rien trouvé Et soudain, une vallée S'offre à vous pour la paix profonde
Vous aviez dépensé vos rêves Au hasard des bonheurs volés Et soudain, une vallée Où la voix d'un ami s'élève
Marchant sous un nuage Perdus dans votre nuit Tout seuls au cur de l'orage Balayés par la pluie Vous trainiez des regrets immenses Des envies, des remords voilés Et soudain, une vallée Vous apprend que la vie commence
Le ciel tout grand s'éclaire D'amour et de bonté Soleil pour la vie entière Et pour l'éternité Vous rêviez d'un bonheur immense Sans espoir de jamais trouver Et soudain, une vallée Où l'espoir et l'amour commencent
...Et soudain une vallée Où l'espoir et l'amour sont nés...
