Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Los Campos Verdes Del Mar Composer(s): Victor Heredia Performer(s): Victor Heredia
Yo sabía que era verde verde como el saucedal que era inmenso como el cielo agua plena en soledad pero yo no conocía los campos verdes del mar Aquella tarde de estío el sol jugaba en mi piel y descubrí las arenas primeras antes que el mar El gusto dulce y salado Las brisas que el viento trae Corrí por las playas solo todo quería tocar cabalgar sus altas cumbres la espuma blanca besar ser caracol y olvidarme del mundo y quise ser mar Ser verde dentro del verde ser una ola al romper ser calma, ser mar en furia ser alga rojo coral ser vela en el horizonte ser viento que peina el mar Cuando tuve que volverme nada de mí se volvió quedaron todos mis sueños prendados de su color Y un pedazo de mi vida Siempre a la orilla del mar
Darkest of night With the moon shining bright There's a set goin' strong Lotta things goin' on The man of the hour Has an air of great power The dudes have envied him for so long
Oooh, Superfly You're gonna make your fortune by and by But if you lose, don't ask no questions why The only game you know is Do or Die Ah-ha-ha
Hard to understand What a hell of a man This cat of the slum Had a mind, wasn't dumb But a weakness was shown 'Cause his hustle was wrong His mind was his own But the man lived alone
Oooh, Superfly You're gonna make your fortune by and by But if you lose, don't ask no questions why The only game you know is Do or Die Ah-ha-ha
The game he plays he plays for keeps Hustlin' times and ghetto streets Tryin' ta get over (That's what he tryin' to do, y'all) Taking all that he can take Gambling with the odds of fate Tryin' ta get over Tryin' ta get over Tryin' ta get over Tryin' ta get over Woo, Superfly
The aim of his role Was to move a lot of blow Ask him his dream What does it mean? He woudn't know "Can't be like the rest" Is the most he'll confess But the time's running out And there's no happiness
Oooh, Superfly You're gonna make your fortune by and by But if you lose, don't ask no questions why The only game you know is Do or Die Ah-ha-ha
Superfly Superfly Superfly Superfly
Tryin' ta get over Tryin' ta get over Tryin' ta get over Tryin' ta get over Tryin' ta get over Tryin' ta get over Tryin' ta get over Tryin' ta get over Tryin' ta get over
Los Campanilleros (Traditional) Performer(s): Raphael and multiple other artists
En los campos de mi Andalucía Los campanilleros por la madruga' Me despiertan con sus campanillas Y con las guitarras me hacen llorar Y empiezo a cantar Y al sentirme to' los pajarillos Saltan de las ramas y se echan a volar Toas' las flores de mi campo andaluz Al rallar el día llenan el rocío Con las penas que yo estoy pasando Desde el primer día en que te he conocio Y es que en tu querer Tengo puestos mis cinco sentios Y me vuelvo loco sin poderte ver Pajarillos que estáis en el campo Buscando el amor y la libertad Recordarle a la hembra que quiero Que venga conmigo por la madruga' Que mi corazón Hoy se lo entrego al momento que llegue Cantando las penas que he pasao yo
Supercalifragilistichespiralidoso ((Adapted from: Super-Cali-Fragil-Istic-Expi-Ali-Docious (by Julie Andrews & Dick Van Dyke) - 1964)) ((French Version: Supercalifragilisticexpidelilicieux (by Christiane Legrand & Bob Martin) - 1964)) Composer(s): Richard M. Sherman - Robert B. Sherman Performer(s): Rita Pavone - 1967
E' supercalifragilistichespiralidoso anche se ti sembra che abbia un suono spaventoso se lo dici forte avrai un successo strepitoso supercalifragilistichespiralidoso
E Ambelele ambelela e ambeleleambelela e ambeleleambelela e ambeleleambelela
Ricordo che a tre anni per convincermi a parlar mio padre mi tirava il naso e io giù a lacrimar finchè un bel giorno dissi quel che in mente mi passò rimase così male che mai più ci riprovò
Oh supercalifragilistichespiralidoso anche se ti sembra che abbia un suono spaventoso se lo dici forte avrai un successo strepitoso supercalifragilistichespiralidoso
E Ambelele ambelela e ambeleleambelela e ambeleleambelela e ambeleleambelela
In ghingheri lungo e in largo il mondo è sempre ovunque va la sua parola magica gli dà notorietà
Coi duchi e i maragià coi mandarini e i vicerè mi basta appena dirla che mi invitan per il the oh supercalifragilistichespiralidoso anche se ti sembra che abbia un suono spaventoso se lo dici forte avrai un successo strepitoso supercalifragilistichespiralidoso
Los Buenos Tiempos Composer(s): Fito Páez Performer(s): Fito Páez
Cuando estoy mal o estoy en blue cuando no veo ni un cachito de luz me voy al piano a tocar después me pongo a bailar y a recordar los buenos tiempos en los clubs yo no sabia masticar perdí los dientes y dieron el DAF y me pusieron un joint un Moog, un Crumar y un Rhodes y llego Moya con la Emi-Odeon
Y así los tiempos y así los tiempos comenzaron a andar y así las ruedas y así las ruedas empezaron a girar y algo a pasar
No soy de aquí ni soy de allá y soy canalla desde mi mas tierna edad yo te podría decir que nos marchemos de aquí pero me quedo hasta cobrar s a d a i c
Y así los tiempos y así los tiempos comenzaron a andar y así las ruedas y así las ruedas empezaron a girar y algo a pasar
Cuando estoy down y estoy en blue y ya no quiero mas cargar esta cruz me voy al piano a tocar después me pongo a bailar y a recordar los buenos tiempos en los clubs
Y después solo quiero solamente quiero verte sola y apagar la luz
Supercalifragilisticexpidelilicieux ((Adapted from: Super-Cali-Fragil-Istic-Expi-Ali-Docious (by Julie Andrews & Dick Van Dyke) - 1964)) ((Italian Version: Supercalifragilistichespiralidoso (by Rita Pavone) - 1967)) Composer(s): Richard M. Sherman - Robert B. Sherman - René Lucades Performer(s): Christiane Legrand & Bob Martin - 1964
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay Supercalifragilisticexpidelilicieux Ce mot est un vrai calvaire pour les palais chatouilleux Mais si vous le dite après, vous devenez prodigieux Supercalifragilisticexpidelilicieux
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay Quand j'était un petit garçon, je bégayait sans cesse Mon papa me conduisit chez une doctoresse Qui, pour corriger cette maladresse Me fit prononcer ces mots à toute vitesse
Oh, Supercalifragilisticexpidelilicieux Ce mot est un vrai calvaire pour les palais chatouilleux Mais si vous le dite après, vous devenez prodigieux Supercalifragilisticexpidelilicieux!
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay Que vous soyez épicière, vicomtesse ou douairière Marie-Chantal ou Gigi, la fille de la pâtissière Ce mot prononcé d'un coup fait tomber les barrières Si vous la dite gentiment sans chichi ni manières
Oh, Supercalifragilisticexpidelilicieux Ce mot est un vrai calvaire pour les palais chatouilleux Mais si vous le dite après, vous devenez prodigieux Supercalifragilisticexpidelilicieux
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay Quand vous ne pouvez pas payer votre tiers provisionnel Vous allez voir l'inspecteur et d'un air spirituel Vous lui dites: "je vais vous apprendre un mot inhabituelle" Alors là, ça fait plus riche et beaucoup plus actuel
Supercalifragilisticexpidelilicieux Ce mot est un vrai calvaire pour les palais chatouilleux Mais si vous le dites après, vous devenez prodigieux Supercalifragilisticexpidelilicieux
Los Atacantes Del Amor Composer(s): Miguel Mateos Performer(s): Miguel Mateos
Rojo cielo, van a llegar los atacantes del amor a liberar las cárceles de la luna No, no sé por qué dijiste adiós no, y no esperaste la invasión
Dejaste aquí tu zeppelin, tu escafandra o acaso es que te has vuelto invisible para mí, sólo para mí No, no sé por qué dijiste adiós el cielo estaba entre los dos
Fusilando la ternura están asaltando las calles pero quién, quién vio a mi amor quién vio a mi amor
Si el tiempo fuera circular yo empezaría a girar hasta volvernos a encontrar sin prisas, sin miedos
Los atacantes del amor bailan a mi alrededor tengo que encontrar la pared disparan al cuerpo
Los atacantes del amor bailan a mi alrededor te empujan contra la pared disparan al cuerpo
Los atacantes del amor bailan a mi alrededor tengo que encontrar la pared disparan al cuerpo ...
Super-Cali-Fragil-Istic-Expi-Ali-Docious Composer(s): Richard M. Sherman - Robert B. Sherman First performance/First release by: Julie Andrews & Dick Van Dyke - 1964 Covered by multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages: 1964 - Supercalifragilisticexpidelilicieux (by Christiane Legrand & Bob Martin) 1967 - Supercalifragilistichespiralidoso (by Rita Pavone)
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! Even though the sound of it Is something quite atrocious If you say it loud enough You'll always sound precocious Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay Because I was afraid to speak When I was just a lad My father gave me nose a tweak And told me I was bad But then one day I learned a word That saved me aching nose The biggest word I ever heard And this is how it goes:
Oh, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! Even though the sound of it Is something quite atrocious If you say it loud enough You'll always sound precocious Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay So when the cat has got your tongue There's no need for dismay Just summon up this word And then you've got a lot to say But better use it carefully Or it may change your life One night I said it to me girl And now me girl's my wife!
Super Skier Composer(s): Bob Gibson - Rieser Performer(s): The Chad Mitchell Trio
Well, they called him Super Skier As he sat around the sundeck For he swore that he would never take a spill When they finally brought him down They had to use three toboggans To carry all the pieces down the hill
Chorus: He was comin' down that slope Doin' ninety miles an hour When he caught an edge of his ski Well, his clothes, they were fast But the slopes, they were faster That's the last of Super Skier we shall see Well, he hollered, "What the hell!" As he lined them parallel He figured there was nothing more to learn (Oh, no...) And as he started on his way He shouted, "Ondelay!" Assuming that he'd never have to turn Well, he was slippin' down that slope Doin' ninety miles an hour When a mogul flipped him in the air His jumping form was fine Until he ran into that pine And two one-legged skiers left from there
(repeat chorus)
When he left that tree at last He was moving twice as fast Both halves were skimming moguls like a feather He said, "If I must be A split personality How can I ever keep my knees together?" One ski was headed north And the other headed west 'Cause both of them, you see, were running freer And folks up on Little Nell Looked up, scared as hell Said, "It's a bird" "No, it's a plane" "It's Super Skier!" (No, uh, it's a bird)
(repeat chorus)
Now the moral of my story (Though my story's kinda gory) For all you sundeck Charlies, there's still hope You buy the fastest clothes you can Then talk skiing like a man But don't let people catch you on the slope!
Coming Into Los Angeles Composer(s): Arlo Guthrie First release by: Arlo Guthrie - 1969 Covered by multiple other artists
Coming in from London From over the pole Flying in a big airliner Chickens flying everywhere around the plane Could we ever feel much finer?
Coming into Los Angeles Bringing in a couple of keys Don't touch my bags if you please Mister Customs Man
There's a guy with a ticket to Mexico No, he couldn't look much stranger Walking in the hall with his things and all Smiling, said he was the Lone Ranger
Coming into Los Angeles Bringing in a couple of keys Don't touch my bags if you please Mister Customs Man
Hip woman walking on a moving floor Tripping on the escalator There's a man in the line And she's blowing his mind Thinking that he's already made her
Coming into Los Angeles Bringing in a couple of keys Don't touch my bags if you please Mister Customs Man
Coming in from London From over the pole Flying in a big airliner Chickens flying everywhere around the plane Could we ever feel much finer?
Coming into Los Angeles Bringing in a couple of keys Don't touch my bags if you please Mister Customs Man
Los Amantes Composer(s): Manuel Alejandro Performer(s): Raphael and multiple other artists
Los amantes se van Riendo se van porque no los entienden Y se van del lugar, de aquella ciudad donde vivieron siempre Los amantes se van Contentos se van a un rincón de la Tierra Da lo mismo el lugar ¿qué importa el lugar? Mientras vivan tan cerca Los amantes se marchan porque nadie perdona Que se quieran así, que se adoren así Como ellos se adoran Cada día comienzan un nuevo idilio Cada día terminan un gran amor Juntos van porque quieren mañana y tarde No hay cadenas que obliguen a los amantes Cada día comienzan un nuevo idilio Cada día terminan un gran amor Juntos van porque quieren mañana y tarde No hay cadenas que obliguen a los amantes Los amantes jamás pudieron Guardar un recuerdo de boda Nadie tuvo que hacer ni de amigo y de juez Y brindar por la novia Los amantes no juran un amor para siempre Que el amor es amor y no obligación Como piensa la gente
Super Freak (aka U Can't Touch This (by MC Hammer) - 1990; I Can't Watch This (by "Weird Al" Yankovic) - 1992)) Composer(s): Alonzo Miller, Rick James First release by: Rick James - 1981 Covered by multiple other artists
She's a very kinky girl The kind you don't take home to mother She will never let your spirits down Once you get her off the street, ow girl
She likes the boys in the band She says that I'm her all time favorite When I make my move to her room it's the right time She's never hard to please, oh no
That girl is pretty wild now, the girl's a super freak The kind of girl you read about in new wave magazines That girl is pretty kinky, the girl's a super freak I really love to taste her, every time we meet She's all right, she's all right That girl's all right with me, yeah Hey hey hey hey She's a super freak, super freak, she's super freaky
yow
Everybody sing! Super freak, super freak
She's a very special girl The kind of girl you want to know From her head down to her toenails Down to her feet Yet she'll wait for me at backstage with her girlfriends In a limousine Chrome and black and shiny, now
Three's not a crowd to her, she says "Room 714, I'll be waiting" When I get there she's got incense, wine and candles It's such a freaky scene
That girl is pretty kinky, the girl's a super freak The kind of girl you read about in new wave magazines That girl is pretty wild now, the girl's a super freak I really love to taste her, every time we meet She's all right, she's all right That girl's all right with me, yeah Hey hey hey hey She's a super freak, super freak, she's super-freaky
yow
Temptations sing; O-o-o-o-o-o-oh Super freak, super freak, that girl's a super freak O-o-o-o-o-o-oh
She's a very kinky girl The kind you won't take home to mother And she will never let your spirits down Once you get her off the street
Los Accidentes De La Ruta Composer(s): León Gieco Performer(s): León Gieco
Al costado de tu tiempo quedan los queridos detrás de tu cabeza todo el recorrido adelante están los días si vendrán porque tus ojos nunca podrán ver lo que sigue Mas allá del horizonte está el destino mas allá de ese destino hay un abismo en el que caerás si no te cuidas, oh mi amigo uh, uh, uh, uh ...
En el medio de la ruta flota la pregunta rodeando tus sentidos están los de otra gente en el medio de la suerte si tendrás canta la flor reciente sin saber lo que sigue
Sunspot Baby Composer(s): Bob Seger Performer(s): Bob Seger
She packed up her bags and she took off down the road Left me here stranded with the bills she owed She gave me a false address Took off with my American Express Sunspot Baby She sure had me way outguessed
She left me here stranded like a dog out in the yard Charged up a fortune on my credit card She used my address and my name Man that was sure unkind Sunspot Baby She sure has a real good time
I looked in Miami I looked in Negril The closest I came was a month old bill I checked the Bahamas and they said she was gone I can't understand why she did me so wrong
But she packed up her bags And she took off down the road Said she was going to visit sister Flo She used my address and my name And man that was sure unkind Sunspot Baby I'm gonna catch up sometime Sure had a real good time
Lorsque S'en Vient Le Soir Composer(s): Jean Ferrat Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Lorsque s'en vient le soir qui tourne par la porte Vivre à la profondeur soudain d'un champ de blé Je te retrouve amour avec mes mains tremblées Qui m'es la terre tendre entre les feuilles mortes Et nous nous défaisons de nos habits volés
Rien n'a calmé ces mains que j'ai de te connaître Gardant du premier soir ce trouble à te toucher Je te retrouve amour si longuement cherchée Comme si tout à coup s'ouvrait une fenêtre Et si tu renonçais à toujours te cacher
Je suis à tout jamais ta scène et ton théâtre Où le rideau d'aimer s'envole n'importe où L'étoile neige en moi son éternel mois d'août Rien n'a calmé ce coeur en te voyant de battre Il me fait mal à force et rien ne m'est si doux
Tu m'es pourtant toujours la furtive passante Qu'on retient par miracle au détour d'un instant Rien n'a calmé ma peur je doute et je t'attends Dieu perd les pas qu'il fait lorsque tu m'es absente Un regard te suffit à faire le beau temps
Lorsque s'en vient le soir qui tourne par la porte Vivre à la profondeur soudain d'un champ de blé Je te retrouve amour avec mes mains tremblées Qui m'es la terre tendre entre les feuilles mortes Et nous nous défaisons de nos habits volés
Sunshine, Sunshine Composer(s): James Taylor Performer(s): Tom Rush; Smooth Citizen; James Taylor
Sounds of laughter here comes sunshine Smiling faces all around They possess you bless you sunshine Now you can never let them down I say sunshine
Sunshine, sunshine Is that a cloud across your smile or did you dream again last night Its best you rest inside a while as blue doesnt seem to suit you right
Things aint what they used to be pain and rain and misery Illness in the family and sunshine means a lot to me I say sunshine
But could it be sunshine is drifting with midnight And lonely when everyones gone Blue crystal spirits and gardens in moonlight Leave weak alone and bleak all quiet and grey by dawn
Sunshine sunshine Rising to late to chase the cold and failing to change the frost to dew Shes trading her mood of yellow gold for frost bitten shades of silver Blue
Friends and lovers past and gone and no-one waiting further on Im running short of things to be and sunshine means quiet a lot to me I say sunshine... sunshine
