Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Tapestry Composer(s): Carole King First release by: Carole King - 1970 Covered by multiple other artists
My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue an everlasting vision of the ever-changing view A wonderous, woven magic in bits of blue and gold a tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold
Once amid the soft, silver sadness in the sky there came a man of fortune, a drifter passing by He wore a torn and tattered cloth around his leathered hide and a coat of many colors, yellow-green on either side
He moved with some uncertainty as if he didn't know just what he was there for, or where he ought to go Once he reached for something, golden hanging from a tree and his hand came down empty...
Soon within my tapestry along the rugged road he sat down on a river rock and turned into a toad It seemed that he had fallen into someone's wicked spell and I wept to see him suffer, though I didn't know him well As I watched in sorrow, there suddenly appeared a figure gray and ghostly beneath the flowing beard in times of deepest darkness I've seen him dressed in black now my tapestry's unraveling, he's come to take me back He's come to take me back
Muñeca De Cera
(Adapted from: Poupée De Cire, Poupée De Son - 1965)
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Karina - 1965
Titles In Other Languages:
1965 - A Lonely Singing Doll
1965 - Boneca De Cera, Boneca De Pano
1965 - Lille Dukke
Soy tan sólo una muñeca que no sabe de amor El corazón pongo en mi canción (poupée de cire, poupée de son)
Soy de seda, soy de trapo, pero no de salón Mi vida es dulce como un bombón (poupée de cire, poupée de son)
En mis discos pueden ver mi corazón tal como es Y mi voz se puede oír en todas partes a la vez
Todas las demás muñecas ríen alrededor Eso es que bailan con mi canción (poupée de cire, poupée de son)
Esas mismas que se mueven por un sí, por un no Esas que juegan con el amor (poupée de cire, poupée de son)
Lalalalala lalalala lalala lalalala
En mis discos pueden ver mi corazón tal como es Y mi voz se puede oír en todas partes a la vez
Me pregunto cada instante por qué canto al amor Si todavía mi corazón ninguna vez se enamoró
Soy tan sólo una muñeca que no sabe de amor Con los cabellos igual que el sol (poupée de cire, poupée de son)
Pero algún día sabré de amor (poupée de cire, poupée de son) Pero algún día sabré de amor (poupée de cire, poupée de son)
Going Back Composer(s): Barkam; Adams Performer(s): Olivia Newton-John
I wanna go back to those sweet and simple days Goin' back to that cheerful little place Goin' back, back through time Back through space, goin' back
Do you remember when we had such fun Playing all those happy games in the sun We didn't have too much to think about All our problems had a way of working out
I wanna go back to those sweet and simple days Goin' back to that cheerful little place Goin' back, back through time Back through space, goin' back
Skipping through the park and holding hands We were building castles in the sand Everything was rosy way back then Oh, come on, let's make it happen again
I wanna go back to those sweet and simple days Goin' back to that cheerful little place Goin' back, back through time Back through space, goin' back
Tap Turns On The Water Composer(s): J. Cameron - Alexis Korner Performer(s): CCS
Peak through the bathroom door Did you ever - did you ever See a sister in the raw? Did you ever - did you ever Swear you could booze all night? Did you ever - did you ever Sweatin' hard and you turn in white? Did you ever - did you ever They're wrong so you're cutting out Did you ever - did you ever Back to the window and they were gone out Yes you did - you only did
Tap turns on the water, see the waters flow Eight corn makes a forest, watch the forest grow Everything's behind you, everything's become Come and ride a river, come and find the sun
Now's the time to get up and do it Don't blame it to the right When there's so much to be done Now's the time to forget that you flew it Left time to do it right 'Cause the jubelee has come
Tap turns on the water, see the waters flow Eight corn makes a forest, watch the forest grow Tap turns on the water, see the waters flow Eight corn makes a forest, watch the forest grow
Tap turns on the water, see the waters flow Eight corn makes a forest, watch the forest grow Tap turns on the water, see the waters flow Eight corn makes a forest, watch the forest grow...
Muñeca Composer(s): Miguel Gallardo; K.C. Porter; M. Spiro Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo
Eras la luz de mis ojos, mi muñeca de cristal eras, mujer, como una flor, que no se deja cortar Y ahora que vuelvo a encontrarte, tu mirada se endureció y aquella piel que tanto amé, la droga te la quemó Vives deprisa, muñeca, y así te vas a matar eras la Reina de mi amor, y ahora, ¡qué pena me das! Fuíste mi sueño imposible, lo que nunca logré tocar y en cambio hoy, el cuerpo aquél, lo vendes para volar Vives deprisa, muñeca, y así te vas a matar eras la Reina de mi amor, y ahora, ¡qué pena me das! Hubiera dado hasta mi vida ayer por ser tu sombra o tu perro fiel te quise amar, pero ya ves la droga es tu gran amor Vives deprisa, muñeca, y así te vas a matar eras la Reina de mi amor, y ahora, ¡qué pena me das!
Goin' To The Bank Composer(s): Franne Golde; Andy Goldmark; Dennis Lambert Performer(s): The Commodores
She knows I want her she knows I need her
she knows she got my love But I'm apprehensive she's so expensive girl
just can't get enough I'm the one who does 9 to 5 hustlin' for my bread
While she's decidin' what dress to buy
layin' around in my bed
Goin' to the bank she got me goin' to the bank She keeps me runnin' to the bank she got me got me
Drives my Mercedes lunch with the ladies
she loves the finer things What have I created
now I'm afraid to see what tomorrow brings She don't know what it does to me trying to keep her in line
If love is iust a big charge account
why'd it have to be mine?
Goin' to the bank she got me goin' to the bank She keeps me runnin' to the bank she got me got me
Hello! - Oh hi can I help you today? Yeah I'd like to make another withdrawal Again? - Yeah again Well as you know by now there is a substantial penalty for early withdrawal
She knows I love her knows how I need her
she knows I really care I can't afford her
I should've taught her I ain't no billionaire Gotta get her to understand soon the will be dry
If she don't love the simple things maybe I'm the wrong guy
Goin' to the bank she got me goin' to the bank She keeps me runnin' to the bank she got me got me
She thinks she saves me money buyin' everything on sale But she believes in quantity now I'm afraid to open my mail Goin' to the bank she got me goin' to the bank
Now the girl's gotta look good for me
but this is going too far 'Cause she won't feel so beautiful when they repossess my car Goin' to the b-a-n-k she got me goin' to the bank
Goin' to the bank she got me goin' to the bank She keeps me runnin' to the bank she got me got me. Goin' to the b-a-n-k B-a-n-k B-a-n-k B-a-n-k
Goin' Steady Composer(s): Faron Young Performer(s): Faron Young; and various other artists
Well, me and my baby are goin' steady We ain't married but we're gettin' ready To tie the knot and I'm gonna make her my own Now that I've found her I'm gonna keep her Finders keepers, losers weepers She's my baby she's goin' steady with me
Well, I've been honky tonkin' round nearly all my life But now I got a steady babe and I'm gonna make her my wife All you rovin' ramblers can leave her alone Don't even try to date her on the phone 'Cause she's my baby, she's goin' steady with me
Well, now sweet baby that we're goin' steady I'll pull up and ask your daddy What he thinks if you and I are wed 'Cause I love you and you love me We're both as happy as can be And I hope your daddy will let you go steady with me
Well, we'll get the rings and be on our way To see the preacher man And when you say I do sweetheart I'll slip the ring on your loving hand Everything's gonna turn out fine I'll be yours and you'll be mine 'Cause you're my baby, you're goin' steady with me...
Tanto Daño Composer(s): Vicente Garrido Performer(s): Javier Solís and multiple other artists
Me haces daño fingiendo un cariño que nunca sentiste me haces daño negando a mi vida tu sinceridad Tus caricias me ofenden pues siempre te fui indiferente tus halagos me insultan pues nunca dijiste verdad
Tanto daño me causa pensar que no puedes quererme y que inútil ha sido el afán de mi eterna ansiedad que me odio yo mismo por haber fracasado y por ser tan pequeño mi amor para darte la felicidad
Tanto daño me causa pensar que no puedes quererme y que inútil ha sido el afán de mi eterna ansiedad que me odio yo mismo por haber fracasado y por ser tan pequeño mi amor para darte la felicidad
Goin' Out Of My Head Spanish Title: Me Gusta Pensar En Ti Composer(s): Teddy Randazzo; Bob Weinstein Performer(s): Little Anthony & The Imperials
Well, I think I'm goin' out of my head Yes, I think I'm goin' out of my head Over you, Over you I want you to want me, I need you so badly I can't think of anything but you
And I think I'm goin' out of my head Yes, I think I'm goin' out of my head Over you, Over you
I see you each morning But you just walk past me You don't even know that I exist
Goin' out of my head over you Out of my head over you Out of my head day and night Night and day and night Wrong or right
I must think of a way Into your heart There's no reason why My being shy Should keep us apart And I think I'm goin' out of my head Yes, I think I'm goin' out of my head
Goin' out of my head over you Out of my head over you Out of my head day and night Night and day and night Wrong or right Night and day and night Wrong or right, day or night everyday, every, every day
Tanto Cara Composer(s): Alberto Mancinotti - Giorgio Zinzi - Piero Mirigliano First release by: Guido Renzi - 1971
Cara Ringrazio il cielo che mi ha datto te Questa mia vita, ora è vita sai Cercavo il sole, ora è qui con me E nei tui occhi...
Grazie Grazie di tutto quello che mi dai La comprenzione il bene che mi vuoi La tenerezza che io trovo in te Mi fa fritare al mondo che sei Cara... Tanto cara è la mia bambina Cerco... Con un'altra mai la cambieri i Ora... Ora che non ti ero nulla Solo... Prego il Dio tenerti accanto me Accanto me, accanto me, accanto me
Cara Grazie di tutto quelo che mi dai La comprenzione il bene che mi vuoi La tenerezza che io trovo in te Mi fa gritare al mondo che sei Cara... Tanto cara è la mia bambina Cerco...
Multi-Colored Lady Composer(s): Gregg Allman Performer(s): Gregg Allman; Erik Viel
Got on a bus to Memphiiiss Destination Rome... Georgia aaaiin't no Paradiiisse, no place I could call hooooommmeee I sat next to a broken hearted briiiiddeee She was cryyyinn' tryyyyyin' so hard to hide Her selfish sorrooooowwwww...
Multicolored Ladaaaaayyyy You ain't like no rainbow I've ever seen...
Multicolored Laddaaayyy Angry Red, Passion Blue, but mostlayyy
Shades of graaaayyyyyy
I tried to get her talkin' She didn't have much to saaaaaayyyyyy Asked me for a ticket to deeeaaatthhh rooowwww And I didn't know the waaaaayyyyyyy
She had lost a million in the game She wouldn't look out my window At the pine trees And the rain
It wasn't her gaaammmee
Multicolored Laaddaaayyy You ain't like no rainbow I've ever known
Multicolored Laaadddaaayyy Angry Red, Passion Bluuuee, but mosttllaayyy
Shades of Graaaaayyyyyy
Evening came And brought more rain... Nothing seemed to ease heeeerrrrr paaaaiiinnn All the minutttess seeemmed like hourrssss
Allll in vaaaaaaaiiinnnn
I watched as her teaaarrsss keep runnin' wiiiilllddd
And after awhile, long while, after, way on past
She start smiiiilliiinnn'
Multicolored Laaddaaayyyy You ain't like no rainbow
Goin' Nowhere Tonight Composer(s): David Smalley; Eric Carmen Performer(s): The Raspberries; Bill Lloyd
Goin' nowhere tonight, mama I'm gonna be stayin' home You walked out a week ago, and I'm here sitting by my telephone Hoping you might change your mind Feeling sorry I was so unkind
Goin' nowhere tonight, mama Can't take it no more I called your number and your daddy said You'd just gone out the door
How could you throw it all away? I never thought I'd see the day That I'd be...
Goin' nowhere tonight, mama I'm gonna be stayin' home You walked out a week ago, and I'm here sitting by my telephone Hoping you might change your mind Feeling sorry I was so unkind
Goin' nowhere tonight, mama Goin' nowhere tonight, mama Goin' nowhere tonight, mama
Mull Of Kintyre Composer(s): Paul McCartney Originally performed by: Wings
Covered by various other artists
Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea My desire is always to be here Oh Mull of Kintyre Far have I travelled and much have I seen Dark distant mountains with valleys of green Past painted desert the sunset's on fire As he carries me home to the Mull of Kintyre
Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea My desire is always to be here Oh Mull of Kintyre
Sweep through the heather like deer in the glen Carry me back to the days I knew then Nights when we sang like a heavenly choir Of the life and the times of the Mull of Kintyre
Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea My desire is always to be here Oh Mull of Kintyre
Smiles in the sunshine and tears in the rain Still take me back where my mem'ries remain Flickering ambers grow higher and high'r As they carry me back to the Mull of Kintyre
Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea My desire is always to be here Oh Mull of Kintyre
Ik was een kleine jongen, zondagochtend was een hel En dominees vertelden me, wat ik niet mocht en wat wel En God zag altijd alles, groot en streng als een agent Dus in het kerkezakje deed ik braaf mijn kleverige cent En zondag 's middags ging mijn moeder op visite Bij mijn tante en dan moest ik mee Ik kreeg koeken, natte zoenen en een kneepje in mijn wang En een kopje slappe thee
Ja tante Julia ik lijk alweer veel ouder Ik speel piano als u wilt maar haal uw borsten van mijn schouder
Ik was een kleine jongen Als ik jarig was dan mocht Ik de kaarsje uit gaan blazen Op de taart die moeder kocht En oma snikte even Ach alweer een jaar voorbij Maar niemand die ooit hoorde Wat ze zacht tegen me zei En plotseling stond tante op en klapte in haar handen En noemde me haar vent En ze zei je moet wat spelen voor je tante en de rest Omdat je jarig bent
Ja tante Julia ik lijk alweer veel ouder Ik speel piano als u wilt maar haal uw borsten van mijn schouder
En nu ben ik dan ouder en nu woon ik overal En 's morgens weet ik vaak niet waar ik 's avonds slapen zal Ik reis de hele wereld door het zonlicht achterna Ik heb iedereen verlaten behalve tante Julia Het is zondag er is toch niks te doen en ik heb zin om naar mijn tante toe te gaan Als ze mij een zoen wil geven moet ik bukken en zijzelf moet op haar tenen staan
Ja tante Julia ik lijk alweer veel ouder Ik speel piano als u wilt maar haal uw borsten van mijn schouder
Oh Ja tante Julia ik lijk alweer veel ouder Ik speel piano als u wilt maar haal uw borsten van mijn schouder
Mulheres De Atenas Composer(s): Augusto Boal; Chico Buarque Performer(s): Chico Buarque; Los Machucambos; Quarteto em Cy
Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas Vivem pros seu maridos, orgulho e raça de Atenas Quando amadas, se perfumam Se banham com leite, se arrumam Suas melenas Quando fustigadas não choram Se ajoelham, pedem, imploram Mais duras penas Cadenas
Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas Sofrem pros seus maridos, poder e força de Atenas Quando eles embarcam, soldados Elas tecem longos bordados Mil quarentenas E quando eles voltam sedentos Querem arrancar violentos Carícias plenas Obscenas
Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas Despem-se pros maridos, bravos guerreiros de Atenas Quando eles se entopem de vinho Costumam buscar o carinho De outras falenas Mas no fim da noite, aos pedaços Quase sempre voltam pros braços De suas pequenas Helenas
Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas Geram pros seus maridos os novos filhos de Atenas Elas não têm gosto ou vontade Nem defeito nem qualidade Têm medo apenas Não têm sonhos, só têm presságios O seu homem, mares, naufrágios Lindas sirenas Morenas
Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas Temem por seus maridos, heróis e amantes de Atenas As jovens viúvas marcadas E as gestantes abandonadas Não fazem cenas Vestem-se de negro, se encolhem Se conformam e se recolhem Às suas novenas Serenas
Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas Secam por seus maridos, orgulho e raça de Atenas