Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Luces En El Mar Composer(s): Miguel Mateos Performer(s): Zas
Con el viento al lado mío luces en el mar como quisiera volar hasta las luces en el mar ¿De dónde vendrán? No hay voces ni sonidos pero hay respuestas
Ahora que dudamos (Luces en el mar) Si somos ameba o Dios (Luces en el mar) hacen falta manos para quitarnos las espinas de los pies Las palabras viejas perdieron su significado Oh! nene
Con el viento al lado mío luces en el mar como quisiera volar hasta las luces en el mar ¿De dónde vendrán? No hay voces ni sonidos pero hay respuestas
Mona Lisa Composer(s): Jay Livingston; Ray Evans Originally performed by: Nat 'King' Cole Covered by various other artists
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa men have named you You're so like the lady with the mystic smile Is it only `cos you're lonely they have blamed you For that Mona Lisa strangeness in your smile Do you smile to tempt a lover Mona Lisa? Or is this your way to hide a broken heart? Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep They just lie there, and they die there Are you warm, are you real Mona Lisa? Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art
Do you smile to tempt a lover Mona Lisa? Or is this your way to hide a broken heart? Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep They just lie there, and they die there Are you warm, are you real Mona Lisa? Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Gidget Composer(s): Fred Karger; Ned Washington Performer(s): James Darren
She acts sorta teenage, just in-between age Looks about four foot three Although she's just small fry, just about so-high Gidget is the one for me
A regular tomboy but dressed for a prom Boy, how cute can one girl be? Although she's not king size, her finger is ring-size Gidget is the one for me
If she says she loves you You can bet your boots she loves you If she says she hates you That can also mean she loves you
It very well may be she's just a baby speaking romantically If that's a bad feature, I'll be the teacher Gidget is the one for me
She's not much on glamour And she should improve her grammar Still I sigh and stammer And my heart beats like a little ole hammer
Strictly from Dixie, face like a pixie Shorter than girls should be The rest of the shipment standard equipment Just a doll in dungarees But Gidget is the one for me
Giddy-Up-Go Composer(s): Tommy Hill; Red Sovine Performer(s): Red Sovine; and various other artists
The highways that wind and wander Over mountains and valleys, deserts and plains I guess I've drove about all of them Because for the past 25 years the cab of a truck has been my home And it'd be kind of hard for me to settle down and not be on the go
Why, I remember the first truck I drove I was so proud I could hardly wait to get home and show my wife and little boy And my little boy was so excited, like when he saw his first snow He wasn't old enough to say too many words He just kept hollering, "Giddy up, go, Daddy! Giddy up, go!" So that's what I named the old truck: Giddy Up, Go
Oh, things wasn't too bad Of course, I was gone a lot And after about six years, I got home one day And found my wife and little boy gone I couldn't find out what happened Nobody seemed to know So from that day on it's been me and old Giddy Up, Go
I've made a lot of friends at all the truck stops And some of them would kid me about my little sign Of course, they knew where I got the name Because I'd told them about that little boy of mine And how his first word about the truck was "Giddy Up, Go!"
Today I was barreling down old 66 When up beside me pulled a brand-new diesel rig Both stacks blowing black coal And as he pulled around and back in front of me A big lump came in my throat And my eyes watered like I had a bad old cold A little sign on the back of the truck that read Giddy Up, Go
Well, I pushed old Giddy Up and stayed right on him Until the next truck stop where he'd pulled up I waited until he went in and offered to buy him a cup Well, we got to talking shop and I said "How did you come by the name on your truck, Giddy Up, Go?" "Well," he said, "I got it from my pop"
"Dad used to drive a truck That's what Mom talked about a lot You see, I lost Mom when I was just past sixteen And I lost all track of Pop Mama said he got the name from me" I shook his hand and told him that I had something I wanted him to see
I took him out to the old truck nd brushed off some of the dirt so the name would show And his eyes got big and bright as he read Giddy Up, Go Oh, we had a lot of things to talk about And, buddy, I felt like a king And now we've just pulled back on old 66 And he handled that rig better than any gear-jammer that I'd ever seen
Well, now the lines on the highway have got a much brighter glow As we go roaring down the road And we stare at that little sign that reads Giddy Up, Go
Lucas Composer(s): Chris Michaelessi - Lana Sebastian - Paul Sebastian Performer(s): Dalida
Les grands magasins vont fermer Il se fait tard il faut rentrer Donne-moi la main pour traverser Lucas T'es drôle avec tous tes paquets Le p'tit Snoopy, le gros Mickey Ils sont deux fois plus hauts que toi Lucas
Et qu'est-ce qu'il fait beau en Provence De vivre ici t'as de la chance C'est comme si j'étais en vacances Lucas Puis mon Dieu comme tu lui ressembles Rien qu'à vous regarder ensemble J'ai le cur qu'à moins de 20 ans
Tu dors déjà dans le taxi Tu fais des rêves d'un paradis Où moi je n'y vais plus jamais Lucas Ton père et moi il y a longtemps On s'est aimés passionnément Je l'ai quitté pour une chanson
Sinon tout va bien Un peu de fumée dans les yeux, c'est rien Le passé qui m'bouscule un peu, c'est rien Ce soir j'ai la tête qui délire et je me fais des souvenirs Enfin, pour quand j'aurai besoin de rire, demain Petit garçon deviendra grand, soudain Ne jouera plus au cerf-volant
Tu m'admires tant et puis tu m'aimes Dans toute ta chambre mes photos traînent Comme celle d'une star de cinéma Lucas Si tu savais combien de fois J'ai voulu échanger tout ça Contre un été seule avec toi Lucas
Tu remplacerais tous les bravos Quand le soir tombe le rideau Que je ne suis plus qu'une femme seule Lucas De te serrer contre mon cur Avec tes rires avec tes pleurs Etre ta mère pour quelques heures
Sinon tout va bien Un peu de fumée dans les yeux, c'est rien Le passé qui m'bouscule un peu, c'est rien Ce soir j'ai la tête qui délire et je me fais des souvenirs Enfin, pour quand j'aurai besoin de rire, demain Petit garçon deviendra grand, soudain Ne jouera plus au cerf-volant
Le taxi vient de s'arrêter Il faudra bien te réveiller C'est pas facile de te quitter Lucas Ta mère nous fait signe de la main Va, elle t'attend dans le jardin Et moi je reprends mon chemin
Mona Composer(s): Ellas McDaniel Originally performed by: Bo Diddley Covered by various other artists
I say hey, Mona Oh, Mona I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mona Oh, Mona
I tell you Mona what I wanna do I'll build a house next door to you Can I see you sometimes? We can blow kisses through the blinds Yeah can I out come out on the front And listen to my heart go bumpety bump I need you baby that's no lie Without your love I'd surely die
I say hey, Mona Oh, Mona I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mona Oh, Mona
I say hey, hey Mona Oh, Mona I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mona Oh, Mona
I tell you Mona what I wanna do I'm gonna build a house next door to you Can I see you sometime? We can blow kisses through the blinds Yeah can I out come out on the front And listen to my heart go bumpety bump I need you baby that's no lie Without your love I'd surely die
I say hey, hey Mona Oh, Mona I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mona Oh, Mona
Giddy Up A Ding Dong Composer(s): Freddie Bell; Joey Lattanzi Performer(s): Freddie Bell; and various other artists
I said, giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up
Well now, I went ridin' the other night I picked out a horse, oh, my what a sight The name of my horse was a Ding Dong While I was ridin' I was singin' a song
I said, giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up
We rode and we rode the whole night through The horse was tired and I was too I had a date with my girl at eight Come on Ding Dong, we can't be late
I said, giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up
(Instrumental Break)
Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong Giddy up, a Ding Dong
Luba The Baroness Composer(s): Joan Baez Performer(s): Joan Baez
Luba, it was only the finest wine Means or no means Only the finest place to dine Paris in the sixties You had three sons Handsome husband by your side I flirted with everyone
Your husband, aging but vain With the ladies was quite renowned Author of books made famous On his years in the French Underground But you, Luba, the Baroness It was really your blue blood No one could touch you with kid gloves And no one ever should
And the hands of little Julian Will guide you well Et le père du petit Sebastian Vous attend dans le ciel
The youngest son Jerome Brighter than he could be Preferred the darkened corners And was even a little too young for me Tall and shy and crafty He was oh so scholarly then Got married later on Had a child by the name of Julian
The eldest Jean Francoise What a mixture of sweetness and snobbery Milkfed by his mother On Russian aristocracy With wits like sabre through silk He was the wisest one Married and remarried Had a child by the name of Sebastian
And the hands of little Julian Will guide you well Et le père du petit Sebastian Vous attend dans le ciel
Ah my sweet Christophe You were only seventeen First family dinners with the gypsies Finger chimes and tambourines With candlelit eyes of experience Oh how you laughed at me As I became rapidly foolish Under your gaze and on red burgundy
In sixty-nine your father died I saw you in the years between Handsome, impetuous son of the rich Taking care of your mother, the queen And you are married now as well It was inevitable Three day wedding in the south of France To an angel named Annabelle
Recently I was in France I called you on the phone Caught racing back through memories Luba was at home Her voice sounded quite the same As we touched on the amenities Suddenly it fell and shattered Like a thousand broken tiffanies
In November Jean Francoise died We were all there by his side Sorry, darling, that I cried It's hard to keep these things inside Where are you staying and how's your son? No, we hardly told anyone How long are you here, are you with someone? Hold it, I'll put Christophe on the phone
Ah my sweet Christophe Same damn voice Hell of a way to become the eldest son It's true you had no choice And you and Annabelle You must take care of her Yes, I'll be over later on And I'll bring my guitar
While going through things afterward A letter she wrote and never sent A single phrase stood out to you These are the words and how it went ...
And the hands of little Julian Will guide you well Et le père du petit Sebastian Nous attend dans le ciel
Mon Village Du Bout Du Monde Composer(s): Joe Dassin; Pierre Delanoë Performer(s): Joe Dassin; Isabelle Boulay
Le vent s'engouffre dans ma valise Et sur ma route il y a des trous J'ai vu tant de rues, j'ai vu tant d'églises Mais les plus belles étaient chez nous
Mon village est loin, à l'autre bout du monde Et ma maison n'est plus qu'une chanson Comme la neige, mes rêves fondent Buvons, mes frères, les vagabonds
Des Caraïbes aux Philippines J'ai traîné ma carcasse un peu partout Mais les chemins qui mènent à nos collines Avaient des pierres douces à mes pieds nus
Mes camarades à l'autre bout du monde C'est bien justice, m'ont oublié Je leur adresse une colombe Buvons, mes frères, à leur santé
Le vent s'engouffre dans ma valise Pourtant la chance est souvent venue Elle est bien brave, quoi qu'on en dise Mais il ne faut pas trop dormir dessus
La pauvreté manque parfois de charme Mais l'herbe est douce aux malheureux Pas de discours et plus de larmes Venez mes frères me dire adieu
Gib Einem Kind Deine Hand ((Adapted from: Prendre Un Enfant (Yves Duteil) - 1978)) Composer(s): Yves Duteil - R. Mey Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri - 1986
Versions In Other Languages: 1979 - Ode Aan Maastricht (Benny Neyman) 1980 - Neem Eens Een Kind Bij De Hand (Paul Roelandt) 1987 - Taking A Child By The Hand (Nana Mouskouri)
Gib einem Kind deine Hand Steh noch einmal wie gebannt Vor Winzigkeiten die Dir längst bekannt Gib einem Kind deine Hand
Halt ein Kind in Deinem Arm Hilflos und wehrlos und warm Und Du wirst hilflos und wehrlos dabei Halt ein Kind für Zauberei
Tröste ein Kind wenn es weint Und was Dir wichtig erscheint Vor seinen Sorgen zählt das gar nicht mehr Sorgen der Kinder sind schwer
Schenk einem Kind Deine Zeit Zuneigung und Zärtlichkeit Tausch Deine Hast gegen Fröhlichkeit ein Und Du wirst selbst wieder klein
Halt ein Kind auf Deinen Knien Und bald wird es Dich erzieh'n Wie wertlos wichtige Dinge oft sind Lernst Du erst von einem Kind
Zeig einem Kind selbst zu geh'n Auf eigenen Füßen zu steh'n Die ersten Schritte noch so ungelenk Halt ein Kind für ein Geschenk
Dann lern Du ihm nicht im Wege zu steh'n Lerne Dein Kind fortzugeh'n
Let's have a luau (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow) Let's have a ball (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow) Let's have a luau (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow) Invite one and all (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow)
No need to dress up (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow) Come as you are (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow) You'll bring the cola (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow) I'll bring my guitar (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow)
Girls do the hula Boys will all sing We'll have a luau (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow) Won't miss a thing (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow)
You don't need to live in the islands To have a lot of fun Just pretend your daddy owns An island in the sun
Let's have a luau (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow) Let's do it right (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow) Have lot's of music (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow) Hula all night (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow)
When day has ended (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow) Night shadows fall (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow) We'll have a luau (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow) Really have a ... Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow
Ghost Rider Composer(s): Rev; Alan Vega Performer(s): Suicide
Ghost rider, motorcycle hero Bebebebebebebe he's lookin' so cute Sneakin' round round round in a blue jumpsuit Sneakin' round round round in a blue jumpsuit
Ghost rider motorcycle hero Bebebebebebebe he's a-screamin' the truth America, America is killin' its youth America, America is killin' its youth Ghost rider, ride, ride, ride Ghost rider, ride, ride, ride
Lua E Estrela Composer(s): Vinicius Cantuária Performer(s): Caetano Veloso
Menina do anel de lua e estrela Raios de sol no céu da cidade Brilho da lua Noite é bem tarde Penso em você Fico com saudade Manhã chegando Luzes morrendo Nesse espelho que é nossa cidade Quem é você? Qual o seu nome Conta pra mim Diz como eu te encontro Mas deixo ao destino Deixo ao acaso Quem sabe eu te encontro De noite no baixo Brilho da lua ... Mas deixo ao destino Deixo ao seu castro Quem sabe eu te encontro De noite no baixo
Mon Vieux Paris Composer(s): Louis Poterat; Jean Wiener Performer(s): Maurice Chevalier
Parmi toutes les cités Pour vanter Ta beauté Le monde entier est d'accord Il t'admire Te désire... Alors, Moi, simplement Puisque je t'aime autrement Veux-tu me laisser te dire
Oh! Paris, Paris, Paris On t'a chanté sans répit Oh! Paris, Paris, Paris Sur ton charme on a tout dit... Aucune ville au monde n'a tes attraits C'est vrai Mais c'n'est pas pour ça que je t'aime ainsi J'te l'dis!... Ce que je retrouve en toi Ce qu'en ton ciel je revois Ce qui cause mon émoi Mieux qu'les palais de tes rois C'est le p'tit nid Simple et gentil Où j'ai tout appris Oh! Paris, Paris, Paris Mon vieux, mon bon vieux Paris!
Comme on garde la fraîcheur Du bonheur Dans son cur Comme le premier amour Rit ou pleure Mais demeure Toujours J'aurai de toi Des souvenirs bien à moi Témoins de mes belles heures
Oh! Paris, Paris, Paris On t'a chanté sans répit Oh! Paris, Paris, Paris Sur ton charme on a tout dit... Aucune ville au monde n'a tes attraits C'est vrai Mais c'n'est pas pour ça que je t'aime ainsi J'te l'dis!... Ce que je retrouve en toi Ce qu'en ton ciel je revois Ce qui cause mon émoi Mieux qu'les palais de tes rois C'est le p'tit nid Simple et gentil Où j'ai tout appris Oh! Paris, Paris, Paris Mon vieux, mon bon vieux Paris!
If there's something strange in your neighborhood Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters! If there's something weird and it don't look good Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!
I ain't afraid of no ghost I ain't afraid of no ghost
If you're seeing things running through your head Who can you call? Ghostbusters! An invisible man sleeping in your bed Oh, who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!
I ain't afraid of no ghost I ain't afraid of no ghost
Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters! If you're all alone, pick up the phone And call Ghostbusters!
I ain't afraid of no ghost I hear it likes the girls I ain't afraid of no ghost Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters! If you've had a dose of a freaky ghost You'd better call Ghostbusters!
Let me tell you something Bustin' makes me feel good
I ain't afraid of no ghost I ain't afraid of no ghost
Don't get caught alone, oh no Ghostbusters! When it comes through your door Unless you just want some more I think you better call Ghostbusters! Ow!
Lua De São Jorge Composer(s): Caetano Veloso Performer(s): Caetano Veloso; Ivan Lins
Lua de São Jorge, lua deslumbrante Azul verdejante, cauda de pavão Lua de São Jorge cheia, branca, inteira Ó minha bandeira solta na amplidão Lua de São Jorge, lua brasileira, lua do meu coração
Lua de São Jorge, lua deslumbrante Azul verdejante, cauda de pavão Lua de São Jorge, cheia, branca, inteira Ó minha bandeira solta na amplidão Lua de São Jorge, lua brasileira, lua do meu coração
Lua de São Jorge, lua maravilha Mãe, irmã e filha de todo esplendor Lua de São Jorge brilha nos altares Brilha nos lugares onde estou e vou Lua de São Jorge brilha sobre os mares, brilha sobre o meu amor
Lua de São Jorge, lua soberana Nobre porcelana sobre a seda azul Lua de São Jorge, lua da alegria Não se vê um dia claro como tu Lua de São Jorge serás minha guia no Brasil de Norte a Sul
Mon Vieux Lucien Composer(s): Michel Vaucaire; Charles Dumont Performer(s): Édith Piaf
Quelle chance que t'as D'avoir, Lucien Un vieux copain Comme moi Moi, tu m' connais J'aime rigoler Et m'amuser Pas vrai? Alors ce soir Histoire de rire Et tu peux m' croire Sans réfléchir Comme ça pour voir Et sans prévenir J'ai dit aux copains "On va chez Lucien"
Quelle chance que t'as D'avoir, Lucien Un vieux copain Comme moi Tu peux t' vanter Lorsque j'y pense D'avoir d' la chance Tu sais! Mais tu n' dis rien Tu m' laisses parler J' te connais bien Tu m' fais marcher Moi ça n' fait rien Tu peux y aller Mais maintenant, ça va Et dis-moi pourquoi Tu fais cette tête-là Comme ça? Mais... Regarde-moi... T'as les yeux gonflés Je t'ai réveillé? Ah non! T'écrivais à ta Bien-aimée... Qu'est-ce que tu caches là? Là...dans ton tiroir... Eh ben, quoi, fais voir!
Tu voulais m' faire peur?!... Ah...Ha! C' que t'es blagueur!
Quelle chance que t'as D'avoir, Lucien Un vieux copain Comme moi Mai j' te connais Mieux que personne C'est c' qui t'étonne Pas vrai? Un autre que moi N' comprendrait pas Mais moi j' devine Que tu m' taquines Tu veux peut-être Finir ta lettre... J' vais l' dire aux copains Et puis, tu nous rejoins...
Quelle chance que t'as C'est pas pour dire Que j'aime bien rire Crois-moi! Un autre que moi Aurait marché À ton ciné Pas moi! Allez, au revoir À tout à l'heure T'en fais une tête, sacré farceur! Ah non ! Bien sûr que j'ai pas peur! Toi 'y a pas d' danger De te voir un jour Souffrir et mourir D'amour...
...Lucien!... Eh bien quoi, Lucien!... Donne-moi c' que t'as dans la main Ah! C' t'agréable, d'être ton copain! Ah non, Lucien! Allez... Viens!...
