Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Tango De Nancy Composer(s): Chico Buarque - Edu Lobo Performer(s): Chico Buarque
Quem sou eu para falar de amor Se o amor me consumiu até a espinha Dos meus feijos que falar Dos desejos de queimar E dos beijos que apagaram os desejos que eu tinha
Quem sou eu para falar de amor Se de tanto me entregar nunca fui minha O amor jamais foi meu O amor me conheceu Se esfregou na minha vida E me deixou assim
Homens, eu nem fiz a soma De quantos rolaram no meu camarim Bocas chegavam a Roma pasando por mim Ela de braços abertos Fazendo promessas Meus deuses, enfim! Eles gozando depressa E cheirando a gim Eles querendo na hora Por dentro, por fora Por cima e por trás Juro por Deus, de pés juntos Que nunca mais
Mr. Zero Composer(s): Bob Lind Performer(s): The Yardbirds
Diamonds of silvery rain in the fountains And ten-cent red roses from department store counters Watching the moonlight reflect off the river Beside where the trains cross the bridge and slow down Trains with white letters on black iron sides And white rushing water that all rolls away And Little Miss Someone does not want to stay Everyone's moving, with places to go And Mr. Zero, he sadly stands still As the water goes one way, the train goes another Mr. Zero stands still and Miss Someone don't bother
Yesterday's kiss will be cold by tomorrow As campfires of midnight dissolve in the darkness The room is deserted, the blinds have been drawn Little Miss Someone has packed up and gone Fast moving cars disappear down the highway With signs that say "hitch-hikers: do not disturb" Mr. Zero looks quietly up from the curb Morning has faded, and shadows have grown And Little Miss Someone is on her way home Mr. Zero stands watching, her plane flies above And with frost-bitten hands waves goodbye to his love
Walks through the park on a bright summer Sunday And tapestry kittens that hung on the wall They all die in the air like a soft minor chord A vacancy sign, and a bulletin board Mr. Zero is wrapping his jacket around him Speaking kind words that should have been said long ago But Little Miss Someone does not want to know The night is deserted, there's dust on the shelf Mr. Zero sits lonely and talks to himself It's too late to change, the fine line has been crossed The charades are all done, Mr. Zero has lost
No me gusta pararme en las esquinas ni me gusta que me apunten con el dedo No me gusta que me saquen de la fila ni pelear para llegar siempre primero
No me gustan lo refugios antiaéreos ni me gusta ver el cielo, de rodillas No me gusta que fabriquen cementerios esos hombres que prometen pesadillas
Y si a usted señor no le ha gustado esta confesión fúmese un puro bébase un ron no tenga miedo a esta reflexión
Porque en la vida siempre hay para elegir una paloma vale menos que un misil dos niños negros valen por un Rin tin tin la Coca Cola mucho más que el porvenir
Pero en la vida siempre hay para elegir un cigarrillo vale mas que el corazón pájaro en mano mucho más que la ilusión una moneda vale más que el que la usó
Yo valgo igual que vos Yo valgo igual que vos
No me gustan los cerebros programados porque creo en el milagro de lo humano No me gusta ver el mundo en telediarios pues parece una manzana con gusanos
No me gustan los programas recortados las ideas no se cortan con tijeras No me gusta ver sufrir a mis hermanos ni apretarse el cinturón por deuda ajena
Y si a usted señor no le ha gustado esta confesión fúmese un puro bébase un ron no tenga miedo a esta reflexión...
Go Where You Wanna Go Composer(s): John Phillips Performer(s): The Mamas & The Papas; The 5th Dimension; The Overlanders
You got to go where you want to go Do what you want to do With whoever you want to do it with
You got to go where you want to go Do what you want to do With whoever you want to do it with
You don't understand That a girl like me can love just one man Three thousand miles, that's how far you'll go And you said to me "Please don't follow"
'cause you got to go where you want to go Do what you want to do With whoever you want to do it with
You got to go where you want to go Do what you want to do With whoever you want to do it with
You don't understand That a girl like me can love just one man You' been gone a week, and I tried so hard Not to be the crying kind Not to be the girl you left behind
You got to go where you want to go Do what you want to do With whoever you want to do it with
You got to go where you want to go Do what you want to do With whoever you want to do it with
You got to go where you want to go Do what you want to do With whoever you want to do it with
Tango Composer(s): Brice Homs - Michel Fugain Performer(s): Michel Fugain
C'est comme un coup au ventre La nuit qui entre Et fait battre le sang Comme un volcan À l'heure où dans les rues Les pas perdus cherchent l'ivresse ou l'inconnu
Je veux traîner encore Là, dans le décor De ces histoires Du fond des bars Sur un air de bandonéon Et les yeux dans les néons
Je veux tanguer Je veux tango Je veux cambrer le dos Comme à la charge du taureau La fièvre sur la peau
Je veux, je veux danser Les yeux fermés Le chant de l'exilé Le chant de l'homme abandonné Pour qui la vie n'est plus... Qu'un tango
Quand j'entends cette voix Qui cogne au cur, là Qui compte les temps Par quatre ou par trois Je sens brûler la flamme Contre mes hanches D'un corps de femme Qui se déhanche
Je veux chanter la plainte Où l'amour suinte De chaque note, à chaque pas À l'heure où se confondent encore Et l'Amour, et la Mort
Je veux tanguer Je veux tango Je veux cambrer le dos Comme à la charge du taureau La fièvre sur la peau Je veux, je veux danser Les yeux fermés Le chant de l'exilé Le chant de l'homme abandonné Pour qui la vie n'est plus... Qu'un tango
Mr. Walker, It's All Over Composer(s): Gene Crysler Performer(s): Billie Jo Spears; Lynn Anderson
I left Garden City Kansas with a ticket And a yen to see New York I typed eighty words a minute So your corporation let me go to work I fetch paper clips and coffee Even help you dodge your domineering wife Mr. Walker, it's all over I don't like the New York secretary's life
In this building there's a crowd o' guys With old familiar thoughts upon their minds Yeah, an' that's a lot of hands a-reaching out To grab the things that I consider mine And the president persues me Even though he's old and hair a-turnin' white Mr. Walker, it's all over I don't like the New York secretary's life
Well there's a flat in Greenwich Village That I took because the subway wasn't far Yeah, but there's a trumpet player upstairs And below me there's a jumpin' all night bar And to frost the bitter cake I have to share the place with bugs and big ol' mice Mr. Walker, it's all over I don't like the New York secretary's life
Your sweetheart in personnel Said I should give her written notice like the rest So I wrote goodbye with my brightest lipstick Right across her big expensive desk You'd better call the Times and tell 'em Put your wanted ad right back in classified Mr. Walker, it's all over I don't like the New York secretary's life
There's a Greyhound at the station And a Mom at home with open arms for me Garden City's looking better every minute now Since I have learned to see And the boy next door don't know it But come June he's gonna gain himself a wife Mr. Walker, it's all over I don't like the New York secretary's life Oh, Mr. Walker, it's all over I don't like the New York secretary's life Eah-oh, Mr. Walker, it's all over I don't like the New York secretary's life Mr. Walker ...
Go West Composer(s): Henri Belolo; Jacques Morali; Victor Willis Performer(s): Village People; and various other artists
Together we will go our way together we will leave some day Together your hand in my hand, together we will make the plans Together we will fly so high, together tell our friends goodbye Together we will start life new, together this is what we'll do
Go west, life is peaceful there Go west, lots of open air Go west to begin life new Go west, this is what we'll do Go west, sun in winter time Go west, we will do just fine Go wes t where the skies are blue Go west, this and more we'll do
Together we will love the beach, together we will learn and teach Together change our pace of life, together we will work and strive I love you, I know you love me I want you happy and carefree So that's why I have no protest when you say you want to go west
Go west, life is peaceful there Go west, lots of open air Go west to begin life new Go west, this is what we'll do Go west, sun in winter time Go west, we will do just fine Go west where the skies are blue Go west, this and more we'll do
I know that there are many ways to live there in the sun or shade Together we will find a place to settle down and live with the space without the busy pace back east, the hustling, rustling of the feet I know I'm ready to leave too, so this is what we're going to do
Go west, life is peaceful there Go west, lots of open air Go west to begin life new Go west, this is what we'll do Go west, sun in winter time Go west, we will do just fine Go west where the skies are blue Go west, this and more we'll do
Tangled Up Puppet Composer(s): Harry Chapin - Sandy Chapin Performer(s): Harry Chapin; Terry Klausner
I'm a tangled up puppet Spinning round in knots And the more I see what I used to be The less of you I've got
There was a time that you curled up in my lap; like a child You'd cling to me smiling, yours eyes wide and wild Now you slip through my arms, wave a passing hello Twist away and toss a kiss, laughing as you go
You used to say "Read me a story and sing me songs of love" For you were Princess Paradise like your wings of a dove Now I chase you and tease you trying to remake you my own But you just turn away and say "please leave me alone"
And I'm a tangled up puppet All hanging in your strings I'm a butterfly in a spider's web Fluttering my wings
And the more that I keep dancing And spinning round in knots The more I see what I used to be And the less of you I've got
You are a drawer full of makeup and rinses and things You keep changing your moods like your earrings and rings But tonight while we played tag for five minutes in the yard Just for a moment I caught you off guard But now you write your secret poems In a room just for your dreams You don't find time to talk to me About the things you mean And what I mean is
I have watched you take shape from a jumble of parts And find the grace and form of a fine work of art Hey, you, my brand new woman, newly come into your own Don't you know that you don't need to grow up all alone
Mr. Tenor Man Composer(s): Gregory Carrol; Earl Jackson Performer(s): Lou Christie
They talk about the bass man, he had success Oh what they say about him, I couldn't care less But I'm a tenor man and a-don't you forget That I have got the sound that the kids love best
(Listen to the tenor man, listen to the tenor man Listen to the tenor man, ah)
They all come around and we hit the town They never start screamin' till they hear this sound Now I don't care about a "boom boom boom" They don't start to swoon till they hear me croon
(Listen to the tenor man, listen to the tenor man Listen to the tenor man, ah)
They talk about tenors day and night Don't care if the sound is wrong or right All I have to do is open my mouth Everybody wants to jump and shout
Now, Mr. Bass Man, before you go Let me hear you "boom boom" just once more Together now!
(Listen to the tenor man, listen to the tenor man Listen to the tenor man, ah)
Go To Sleep, Go To Sleep, Go To Sleep Composer(s): Sammy Cahn; Fred Spielman Performer(s): Arthur Godfrey & Mary Martin; Betty Garrett
(~ denotes male singer)
~I shut off the heat, I put out the cat ~I did everything like you said My darling, you see, there's no doubt of that Now will you go to bed?
~Say, honey? I'm trying to sleep ~You know what? I'm sure it'll keep ~They're talking of raising the taxes You're getting off cheap ~But my profits are small I know ~Politicians are all I know, go to sleep ~But my dear Go to sleep ~But my dear Go to sleep ~OK Oh baby? ~What is it, my dear? You're snoring ~Put stuff in your ear! My mother is thinking of travelling ~Make sure she goes west But our home's in the east ~I know I just think you're a beast ~I know, go to sleep But my dear ~Go to sleep But my dear ~Go to sleep
~I ran into your girlfriend, Kitty, she's pretty How d'ya tell? ~I asked her to bring George to dinner, he's thinner Now ain't that swell ~Oh, sweetheart? Where's something to throw? ~I love you Now that's nice to know ~I'm glad that it's you that I married I'm warning you, Joe! ~Our two daughters are grand I know ~But that ain't what we planned Now Joe, go to sleep ~But my dear Go to sleep ~But my dear Go to sleep
How d'ya like him! Keeps me awake and now he goes to sleep!
They've got a sale on fur in town, now Don't frown now ~I'm not sore They give you eighteen months to pay, dear OK dear? ~Order four!
Oh, poochie? ~All right, I give in I love you ~I give up, you win I'm glad that it's you that I married ~Stop tickling my chin You can go back to sleep ~Oh, no You were right, it can keep ~Oh, no Go to sleep ~But my dear Go to sleep ~But my dear Go to sleep
Tangled Up In Blue ((Dutch Version: Prachtig In Het Blauw (Bart Peeters) - 2002)) Composer(s): Bob Dylan First release by: Bob Dylan - 1975 Covered by multiple other artists
Early one mornin' the sun was shinin' I was layin' in bed Wond'rin' if she'd changed at all If her hair was still red Her folks they said our lives together Sure was gonna be rough They never did like Mama's homemade dress Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough And I was standin' on the side of the road Rain fallin' on my shoes Heading out for the East Coast Lord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through Tangled up in blue
She was married when we first met Soon to be divorced I helped her out of a jam, I guess But I used a little too much force We drove that car as far as we could Abandoned it out West Split up on a dark sad night Both agreeing it was best She turned around to look at me As I was walkin' away I heard her say over my shoulder "We'll meet again someday on the avenue" Tangled up in blue
I had a job in the great north woods Working as a cook for a spell But I never did like it all that much And one day the ax just fell So I drifted down to New Orleans Where I happened to be employed Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat Right outside of Delacroix But all the while I was alone The past was close behind I seen a lot of women But she never escaped my mind, and I just grew Tangled up in blue
She was workin' in a topless place And I stopped in for a beer I just kept looking' at the side of her face In the spotlight so clear And later on as the crowd thinned out I's just about to do the same She was standing there in back of my chair Said to me "Don't I know your name?" I muttered somethin' underneath my breath She studied the lines on my face I must admit I felt a little uneasy When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe Tangled up in blue
She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe "I thought you'd never say hello," she said "You look like the silent type" Then she opened up a book of poems And handed it to me Written by an Italian poet From the thirteenth century And every one of them words rang true And glowed like burnin' coal Pourin' off of every page Like it was written in my soul from me to you Tangled up in blue
I lived with them on Montague Street In a basement down the stairs There was music in the cafes at night And revolution in the air Then he started into dealing with slaves And something inside of him died She had to sell everything she owned And froze up inside And when finally the bottom fell out I became withdrawn The only thing I knew how to do Was to keep on keepin' on Like a bird that flew Tangled up in blue
So now I'm goin' back again I got to get to her somehow All the people we used to know They're an illusion to me now Some are mathematicians Some are carpenter's wives Don't know how it all got started I don't know what they're doin' with their lives But me, I'm still on the road Headin' for another joint We always did feel the same We just saw it from a different point of view Tangled up in blue
Mr. Tanner Composer(s): Harry Chapin Performer(s): Harry Chapin
Mister Tanner was a cleaner from a town in the Midwest And of all the cleaning shops around he'd made his the best But he also was a baritone who sang while hanging clothes He practiced scales while pressing tails and sang at local shows His friends and neighbors praised the voice that poured out from his throat They said that he should use his gift instead of cleaning coats
But music was his life, it was not his livelihood and it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul He did not know how well he sang It just made him whole
His friends kept working on him to try music out full time A big debut and rave reviews, a great career to climb Finally they got to him, he would take the fling A concert agent in New York agreed to have him sing And there were plane tickets, phone calls, money spent to rent the hall It took most of his savings but he gladly used them all
But music was his life, it was not his livelihood and it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul He did not know how well he sang It just made him whole
The evening came, he took the stage, his face set in a smile And in the half filled hall the critics sat watching on the aisle But the concert was a blur to him, spatters of applause He did not know how well he sang, he only heard the flaws But the critics were concise, it only took four lines But no one could accuse them of being over kind
Mr. Martin Tanner, Baritone, of Dayton, Ohio made his Town Hall debut last night He came well prepared but unfortunately his presentation was not up to contemporary professional standards His voice lacks the range of tonal color necessary to make it consistently interesting Full time consideration of another endeavor might be in order
He came home to Dayton and was questioned by his friends Then he smiled and just said nothing and he never sang again excepting very late at night when the shop was dark and closed He sang softly to himself as he sorted through the clothes Music was his life, it was not his livelihood and it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul He did not know how well he sang It just made him whole
Go To Sleep Conscience (Don't Hurt Me This Time) Composer(s): Carl Story; Ernest Tubb Performer(s): Ernest Tubb & The Texas Troubadours
The party is over, the crowd has gone home The glasses are empty and Im all alone She left a note sayin shed meet me at nine So, Go To Sleep Conscience dont hurt me this time
She belongs to another, with you Id agree But please keep this secret between you and me You know how I love her and that she was once mine So, Go To Sleep Conscience dont hurt me this time
For tonight I must see her and I know she will cry As I hold her gently and tell her goodbye Its got to be over, its the end-of-the-line So, Go To Sleep Conscience dont hurt me this time
Ah Buddy now
For tonight I must see her and I know she will cry As I hold her gently and tell her goodbye Its got to be over, its the end-of-the-line So, Go To Sleep Conscience dont hurt me this time
Prachtig In Het Blauw ((Adapted from: Tangled Up In Blue (Bob Dylan) - 1975)) Composer(s): Bob Dylan - Bart Peeters Performer(s): Bart Peeters - 2002
Ik lag in de zon in de zomer ik lag in de zon in het gras Jij kwam langs ik herinner het mij alsof het gisteren was je reed nog niet met de wagen En je brommer was al wekenlang stuk Je zei ik kon toevallig met mijn zuster mee Ik dacht da's wat je noemt een geluk We hebben hier ook een gemeentepark stamelde ik hees Daar gingen we heen en we zegden niets alleen maar wat clichés en ik vond jou prachtig in het blauw
Pas na een jaar of elf zouden we trouwen Oorspronkelijk alleen voor de wet Maar om de kerk in het midden te houden Deden we alles en daarna een buffet De schepen van de burgerlijke stand speelde mooi toneel En een witte jurk leek ons overbodig want die zag je al zoveel Dus vond ik jou prachtig in het blauw
Nog een stuk of elf jaren later vanop een bootje in de Middellandse Zee Sprong je bloot met de kinderen in het water Ze konden zwemmen dus dat viel gelukkig mee ik herinnerde me toen iets dat ik indertijd bij Professor Vanderkerken las Dat een plotseling besef van de oneindigheid een esthetische ervaring was En ik vond jou wondermooi in al dat blauw Ik vond jou prachtig in het blauw
Ik herinnerde me toen iets dat ik indertijd bij Professor Vanderkerken las Dat een plotseling besef van de oneindigheid een esthetische ervaring was En ik vond jou wondermooi in al dat blauw Ik vond jou prachtig in het blauw ik vond jou prachtig in het blauw
Tu Col Tamburino English & French Titles: Mr. Tambourine Man; L'homme Orchestre Performer(s): Tito Schipa Jr. (Originally performed by: Bob Dylan)
Ehi tu col tamburino Senti vuoi suonare Non ho sonno e non ho un posto in cui tornare Ehi tu col tamburino Ascolta vuoi suonare Fai nell'alba un suono amico e docilmente verrò
Lo so che con l'incanto Della notte che scompare Anche i sogni vanno a mare E rimango a mani cieche vuote insonni ormai Ma questa volta è peggio sai Non so ricominciare Non ho un nome da invocare E la strada antica è morta più che mai
Aprimi una strada col tuo magico tintin Sai mi sembra di sognare Quando non ti puoi aggrappare Tenti ma non puoi scappare Non ti chiedo niente meglio che fuggire via Son pronto per qualunque cosa Pronto per svanire Per lasciarmi scomparire Dammi un canto da seguire E sarò tuo lo giuro
Sì c'è un vago riso A mo' di sviso In contrappunto al sole Ma non ti farà alcun male La sua smania è di vagare E oltre al cielo non conosce altre frontiere E se udrai un trottolar di rime Seguirti nel mattino A tempo col tuo tamburino Non voltarti è un clown soltanto Lui sorride e non sa intanto Che può udirti ma non ti potrà vedere mai
Cancellami dal cuore Ogni pensiero annuvolato Nebbie e resti del passato Via dagli alberi stregati Dai germogli intirizziti Fuori al vento e via lontano Dal dominio insano di magoni infami Sì danzare sotto un cielo Di diamanti e ondeggerà La mia mano incontro al mare Sui prosceni d'ogni riva Le memorie ed i destini Persi in vortici lontani Porta l'oggi via con te fino a domani
Ehi tu col tamburino Senti vuoi suonare Non ho sonno e non ho un posto in cui tornare Ehi tu col tamburino Ascolta vuoi suonare Fai nell'alba un suono amico e docilmente verrò
Go The Distance Composer(s): Alan Menken Performer(s): Michael Bolton; and various other artists
I have often dreamed Of a far off place Where a hero's welcome Would be waiting for me Where the crowds will cheer When they see my face And a voice keeps saying This is where I'm meant to be
I'll be there someday I can go the distance I will find my way If I can be strong I know every mile Will be worth my while When I go the distance I'll be right where I belong
Down an unknown road To embrace my fate Though that road may wander It will lead me to you And a thousand years Would be worth the wait It might take a lifetime But somehow I'll see it through
And I won't be looking back I can go the distance And I'll stay on track No I won't accept defeat It's an uphill slope But I won't lose hope Till I go the distance And my journey is complete But to look beyond the glory is the hardest part For a hero's strength is measured by his heart
Like a shooting star I will go the distance I will search the world I will face its harms I don't care how far I can go the distance Till I find my hero's welcome Waiting in your arms...
I will search the world I will face its harms Till I find my hero's welcome Waiting in your arms
Tangled In Love Composer(s): Marcy Levy - Richard Feldman Performer(s): Eric Clapton
A modern man with an old-fashioned heart One look at her and I fell apart I was always the one playing it cool I got caught in the act, now there's no turning back
I got tangled in love, tangled in love I got tangled in love, tangled in love I got caught up, bought up, strangled, tangled in love I got tangled in love, tangled in love
A long black dress and the call of the wild I was a fool to think she was just a child Out of my mind, out of control Knew that feeling too well, tried to run but I fell
I got tangled in love, tangled in love I got tangled in love, tangled in love I got caught up, bought up, strangled, tangled in love I got tangled in love, tangled in love
I never meant to feel this way Now I always want to stay...
I got tangled in love, tangled in love I got tangled in love, tangled in love I got caught up, bought up, strangled, tangled in love I got tangled in love, tangled in love
I got tangled in love, tangled in love I got tangled in love, tangled in love I got tangled in love, tangled in love I got tangled in love, tangled in love
L'homme Orchestre English & Italian Titles: Mr. Tambourine Man; Tu Col Tamburino Performer(s): Hugues Aufray (Originally performed by: Bob Dylan)
Hey Monsieur! L'homme Orchestre
Joue moi ta chanson
J'ai pas sommeil
Et la vie Me Mèn'seul' n'importe ou
Het Monsieur L'homme Orchestre
Fais chanter mes nuits
Dans cet'Jungle-Monnaie
Emmèn'Moi loin d'ici
J'ai vu au soleil couchant, un empire s'effondrer
Aux sables s'envoler
sous mes Yeux blessés, mais toujours éveillés
Fatigué, épuisé et les pieds entravés
Personn' à qui parler
aux Mortes cités de mes rêves émigrés
Hey Monsieur! L'homme Orchestre
Joue moi ta chanson
J'ai pas sommeil
Et la vie Me Mèn'seul' n'importe ou
Het Monsieur L'homme Orchestre
Fais chanter mes nuits
Dans cet'Jungle-Monnaie
Emmèn'Moi loin d'ici
Conduis-moi Très loin là-bas, sur ton magiqu' Trois mats
Mes Mains sont déchirées, mes orteils sont gelés
Mais comm'hier mes bottes sont celles d'un vagabond
Prêt à partir pour n'importe où
À dormir dans un trou
au cur des grandes parades
Jette un sort sur mes ballades
je veux m'en aller avec toi, je suis prêt à tout
Hey Monsieur! L'homme Orchestre
Joue moi ta chanson
J'ai pas sommeil
Et la vie Me Mèn'seul' n'importe ou
Het Monsieur L'homme Orchestre
Fais chanter mes nuits
Dans cet'Jungle-Monnaie
Emmèn'Moi loin d'ici
