Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Tarotplane Composer(s): Don Van Vliet Performer(s): Captain Beefheart & the Magic Band
Baby person told a Dixie Sue Listen to me baby I`m gonna tell it to you Gonna need somebody on your bond You gonna need some bodies on your bond Just you bear this in mind True friends is hard to find You gonna need some bodies on your bond
Gonna need somebody on your bond You gonna need some bodies on your bond Just you bear this in mind True friends is hard to find You gonna need some bodies on your bond I say bear this in mind I say bear this in mind Just you bear this in mind True friends is hard to find You gonna need some bodies on your bond
Ya done put mice in the radiator Razors in the clay Well, they keeps us working all night Don`t give us no pay Don`t give us no pay
Automatic Sam told Everready Betty told Prestone Milly With the long... Automatic Sam told Everready Betty told Prestone Milly With the long black wavy mane With the long black... With the long black wavy mane
Little girl, Little girl Gonna take you for a ride in my Tarotplane I wanta take you for a ride in my Tarotplane For a fly, for a fly Baby person told a Dixie Sue Oh, listen to me baby I`m gonna tell it to you You ain`t too old Oh, you ain`t too old Just what you been heard - just what you been told You gonna need somebody on your bond You gonna need some bodies on your bond Just you bear this in mind True friends is hard to find You gonna need some bodies on your bond
Baby person told a Dixie Sue Listen to me baby Mice in the razors, clay in the heaters Mice in the razors, clay in the heaters
You gonna need somebody on your bond You gonna need some bodies on your bond Just you bear this in mind True friends is hard to find You gonna need some bodies on your bond
Automatic Sam told Everready Betty told Prestone Milly With the long black wavey mane Oh listen little girl don`t you understand? Oh, you ain`t too old No you ain`t too old Well you ain`t too lold As long as you can boogie you ain`t too old Little girl, little girl Little girl, little girl Gonna take you for a ride in my Tarotplane Gonna take you for a ride in my Tarotplane You goin` flyin` You goin` flyin`
Come on little girl Gonna take you for a ride in my Tarotplane Come on little girl Gonna take you for a ride in my Tarotplane Come on little girl Gonna take you for a ride in my Tarotplane In my Tarotplane In my Tarotplane
In my Tarotplane In my Tarotplane In my Tarotplane
You gonna need somebody on your bond You gonna need some bodies on your bond Just you bear this in mind True friends is hard to find You gonna need some bodies on your bond
Music Makes Me Composer(s): Gus Kahn; Edward Eliscu; Vincent Youmans Performer(s): Fred Astaire and various other artists
In me you see a sinner And dancing is my crime It seems a sin I've gotta give in To syncopated time
It makes me lose my dignity It makes me lose my poise And some folks call it music But my folks call it noise
I like music, old or new But music makes me do the things I never should do I like music, sweet or blue But music makes me do the things I never should do
My self control was something to brag about Now it's a gag about town The things I do are never forgiven For just when I'm livin' 'em down I hear music, then I'm through For music makes me do the things I never should do
I like music old or new But music makes me......... I like music sweet or blue But music makes me.........
My self control was something But now it's a gag about town The things I do are never forgiven But just when I'm livin' 'em down I hear music then I'm through For music makes me do the things I never should do
Going My Way Composer(s): Jimmy Van Heusen; Johnny Burke Performer(s): Bing Crosby; and various other artists
Good morning friend
it's certainly a pleasant time to walk So fresh and green and clear and bright I'm looking for some company, thought maybe we could talk Do you go left or right?
This road leads to Rainbowville Going my way? Up ahead is Bluebird Hill Going my way?
Just pack a basket full of wishes And off you start with Sunday morning in your heart `Round the bend you'll see a sign "Dreamer's Highway"
Happiness is down the line Going my way? The smiles you'll gather will look well on you Oh, I hope you're going my way too
This road leads to Rainbowville Going my way? Up ahead is Bluebird Hill Going my way?
Just pack a basket full of wishes And off you start with Sunday morning in your heart `Round the bend you'll see a sign "Dreamer's Highway"
Happiness is down the line Going my way? The smiles you'll gather will look well on you Oh, I hope you're going my way too
Vous avez appris la danse, danse Vous avez appris les pas Redonnez-moi la cadence, dence Et venez danser avec moi Ne me laissez pas la danse, danse Pas la danser comme ça Venez m'apprendre la danse, danse Et la danser avec moi
Vous savez la tarentelle, telle Qu'on la dansait autrefois Moi je vous montrerai celle, celle Que, demain, l'on dansera Si vous donnez la cadence, dence Moi je vous donne le "la" Je vous l'apprendrai là dans ce, dans ce Dans ce joli petit bois
Et si vous aimez ma danse, danse Et si vous aimez mon pas On pourra danser, je pense, pense Aussi longtemps qu'on voudra Mais ne me laissez pas là dans ce, dans ce Pas là dans cet état-là Ne pensez-vous qu'à la danse, danse Dans ce joli petit bois?
Quand le feuillage est si dense, dense Quand le soleil est si bas Que voulez-vous que l'on danse, danse Dans les jolis petits bois? Quand votre robe s'élance, lance Moi j'ai le cur en éclats Si vous perdez la cadence, dence Serrez-vous bien dans mes bras
Et s'il arrive que même, même Tout doucement, dans le bois J'aille vous dire je t'aime, t'aime Et si le bonheur était là Pour nous donner la cadence, dence Pour nous donner le "la" Et pour que tout recommence, mence À tout petits tout petits pas?
Vous avez appris la danse, danse Vous avez appris les pas Pour qu'on vous aime et je pense, pense Que je vous aime déjà C'est là que finit la danse, danse Là dans l'ombre des bois Mais notre amour qui commence, mence Jamais ne s'arrêtera
C'est là que finit la danse, danse Là dans l'ombre des bois Mais notre amour qui commence, immense Jamais ne s'arrêtera
Music Is Lethal Composer(s): Lucio Battisti; David Bowie Performer(s): Mick Ronson; Andi Sexgang
My friend myself Boredoms hero Prince of the alleys Stumble falling to a winsome table in search of wine
Mulatto hookers Cocaine bookers Troubled husbands Stolen freedoms, that only evening unfolds to shine
Through the twisting inn of screaming pleasure Two wet lips of infant leisure smiled Could I grasp at the stars? As they play your night blue hair
Sable eyes Ebony thighs She shines forever Dancer be, dancing free She shines for me
So a masked man should mourn The passing of night time The long metal dirge We were prisoners no more Of the near fallen angels She will shine on for me
Let the panting begin Though the music is lethal Let the night take me in You know the daybreak shall win She will shine on forever He will shine on for me
While jeering waiters grope at your shoulders I drink your kisses Exquisite room, my charming tomb I see the man
With marble hands Your smooth pimp, piranha Cradles my swimming head Cracks his glass, into my face, I'm thrown away
And then I'm tossed a' bleeding out on the street And ask me, John do I have to drag you away? And I curse where I lay Have made me bow with thanks some day
Ten thousand engines skid unwielding Puncture my skin Bait and taunt For me to run, back to my rooms
Though the bad taste of sleep Clutching my pillow In anger I weep She will cry on my chest She will shine on forever She will shine on for me
Let the tempting begin Though the music is lethal Let the night take me in Though the daybreak shall win She will shine on forever She will shine on for me
Going Mobile Composer(s): Pete Townshend Performer(s): The Who; Peter Mossman; Pete Townshend
I'm goin' home And when I wanna go home I'm goin' mobile Well, I'm gonna find a home And we'll see how it feels Goin' mobile Keep me movin'
I can pull up by the curb I can make it on the road Goin' mobile I can stop in any street And talk with people that we meet Goin' mobile Keep me movin'
Out in the woods Or in the city It's all the same to me When I'm drivin' free, the world's my home When I'm mobile
Hee, hoo! beep beep!
Play the tape machine Make the toast and tea When I'm mobile Well I can lay in bed With only highway ahead When I'm mobile Keep me movin'
Keep me movin' Over 50 Keep me groovin' Just a hippie gypsy
Yesterday Dreams ((French Version: C'est Pas Facile (Johnny Hallyday) - 1981)) Composer(s): Brian Cadd First release by: Brian Cadd - 1978
Lonely summer needing rain, standing quietly going insane Said, "I love you", you never heard a word Memories that still cause pain, I lost the feeling I can't explain Still I need you, don't that seem absurd? Shattered dreams in my heart, always gonna tear us apart Making it so hard to start all over again
Yesterday dreams, Yesterday dreams Here they are coming again, Yeah
Fading pictures in my mind, another place, another time It's the same old song, just another melody Don't ask me 'cause I don't want to say He's the reason that keeps me away I won't go through it again, but you don't even see what I mean Shattered dreams in my heart, always gonna tear us apart Making it so hard to start all over again
Yesterday dreams, Yesterday dreams Here they are coming again
I don't want to lie awake with you at night and wonder why Looking at your hurting eyes and asking me if it's all a lie Perfect pattern of part-time love Always aware we're gonna make it above What I lost before taking us both nowhere
What you're askin' I can't give, pick up the pieces that'll let you live And don't ever look back 'cause I won't even be there Shattered dreams in my heart, always gonna tear us apart Making it so hard to start all over again
Yesterday dreams, Yesterday dreams, here they are coming again Yesterday dreams, Yesterday dreams, here they are coming again Yesterday dreams, Yesterday dreams, here they are coming again
Music Composer(s): John Miles Performer(s): John Miles
Music was my first love And it'll be my last Music of the future And music of the past To live without my music Would be impossible to do In this world of troubles my music pulls me through
Music was my first love And it'll be my last Music of the future And music of the past And music of the past And music of the past
Music was my first love And it'll be my last Music of the future And music of the past To live without my music Would be impossible to do 'cause in this world of troubles my music pulls me through
Going In With My Eyes Open Composer(s): Tony Macaulay Performer(s): David Soul
You smiled that misty way and something in me said Remember the last time Don't fall in love
I walked so blindly in I fell and hurt my head Oh I can't forget it And I won't regret it I couldn't even stop it if I tried
Only this time I'm going in with my eyes open I won't make the same mistakes again This time I'll see the signs and no hearts broken Won't be so blind and lose my way
It'd be so nice to love Don't let it end the same If you get uneasy just let me know Don't lie or call me by somebody else's name Oh I couldn't take it I know it would break it And I wanna give you Everything I am
Only this time I'm going in with my eyes open I won't make the same mistakes again This time I'll see the signs and no hearts broken Won't be so blind and lose my way
This time I'm going in with my eyes open I won't make the same mistakes again This time I'll see the signs and no hearts broken Won't be so blind and lose my way
Tarde, Muy Tarde Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Tarde, muy tarde me preguntas si te miento cuando sé que sabes bien que ni yo mismo lo sé Tarde, muy tarde no me digas que aún es tiempo algo más que nuestra piel ha empezado a envejecer Te amé tanto que me da vergüenza recordarlo... déjalo estar deja que es tarde Tarde, muy tarde sólo nos guía el cansancio y ese miedo de perder lo que ha sido y ya no es Tarde, muy tarde tarde para remediarlo ese tren ya se nos fue nunca volverá otra vez Te amé tanto... que me da vergüenza recordarlo... déjalo estar deja que es tarde Tarde, tan tarde
Music Composer(s): Carole King Performer(s): Carole King
Music is playing inside my head Over and over and over again My friend, there's no end to the music... Ah, summer is over But the music keeps playing And won't let the cold get me down Pictures are forming inside my brain Soon with the colors they'll rain together and grow Then don't you know, don't you know there'll be music... Ah, it's not always easy But the music keeps playing And won't let the world get me down
Kites Are Fun Composer(s): Chris Dedrick Performer(s): The Free Design and multiple other artists
I like flying Flying kites, flying kites, flying kites Kites are fun, kites are fun, kites are fun
See my kite, it's fun See my kite, it's green and white Laughing in its distant flight All that's between us is a little yellow string But we like each other more than anything And we run along together through the field behind my house And the little drops of rain caress our face and wash my blouse And we'd like to be a zillion miles away from everyone 'Cause Mom and Dad and Uncle Bill don't realise
Kites are fun, kites are fun, kites are fun Kites are fun
See my kite, it's green and white Laughing in its distant flight All that's between us is a little yellow string But we like each other more than anything And we run along together through the field behind my house And the little drops of rain caress our face and wash my blouse And we'd like to be a zillion miles away from everyone 'Cause Mom and Dad and Uncle Bill don't realise
I like flying, flying kites, flying kites Kites are fun, kites are fun, kites are fun Kites are fun See my kite, it's fun (See my kite, it's fun) See my kite, it's fun (See my kite, it's fun) See my kite, it's fun (See my kite, it's fun)
Museum Composer(s): Donovan Originally performed by: Donovan Covered by various other artists
I drink sweet wine for breakfast I slept but an hour or so I smiled a little in the silence decding on where to go meet me under the whale at the natural history museum I think that's what she said a little bit said about having to leave them yawning in the sun it's like a child I run don't do it if you don't want to I wouldn't do a thing like that now don't do it if you don't want to I wouldn't do a thing like that so little do you think of beauty isn't it a shame what-ho maybe you should go get your parents and make all your troubles go there she stood in drag looking cool in astrakhan she's lookin' a little wiped out she said I looked like Peter Pan and yawning in the sun it's like a child I run don't do it if you don't want to I wouldn't do a thing like that now don't do it if you don't want to I wouldn't do a thing like that now don't do it if you don't want to I wouldn't do a thing like that now don't do it if you don't want to I wouldn't do a thing like that uh-huh
Going Home Composer(s): Antoine "Fats" Domino; Al Young Performer(s): Fats Domino
Going home tomorrow Can't stand your evil way Going home tomorrow Can't stand your evil way When you're around me I'm full of misery all day
I can't go on I can't go on this way I can't go on I can't go on this way You don't want my loving So I'm going away to stay
Don't try to find me Don't even call me on the phone Don't try to find me Don't even call me on the phone I'm better off without you So won't you leave poor me alone?
Tarde Em Itapuã Composer(s): Vinícius de Moraes - Toquinho Performer(s): Maria Bethânia; Pepa D'Elia
Um velho calção de banho O dia pra vadiar Um mar que não tem tamanho E um arco-iris no ar Depois na praça Caymmi Sentir preguiça no corpo E numa esteira de vime Beber uma água de côco É bom Passar uma tarde em Itapuã Ao sol que arde em Itapuã Ouvindo o mar de Itapuã Falar de amor em Itapuã Enquanto o mar inaugura Um verde novinho em folha Argumentar com doçura Com uma cachaça de rolha E com olhar esquecido No encontro de céu e mar Bem de vagar ir sentindo A terra toda a rodar É bom Passar uma tarde em Itapuã Ao sol que arde em Itapuã Ouvindo o mar de Itapuã Falar de amor em Itapuã Depois sentir o arrepio Do vento que a noite traz É o diz-que-diz-que maçio Que brota dos coqueirais E nos espaços serenos Sem ontem nem amanhã Dormir nos braços morenos Da lua de Itapuã É bom Passar uma tarde em Itapuã Ao sol que arde em Itapuã Ouvindo o mar de Itapuã Falar de amor em Itapuã
C'était une vraie fleur d'amour Et quand un jour dans le faubourg Ses jolis yeux bleus et son regard si beau Rendaient les hommes amoureux fous On la rencontrait le sam'di Dans les musettes de Paris Dès qu'elle entrait fallait voir tous les copains Courir pour lui serrer la main C'était un rayon de bonheur Qu'elle apportait dans tous les coeurs
Musette, brunette Jolie poupée d'amour Quand on a valsé avec toi On a le béguin malgré soi Musette, coquette On t'aimera toujours C'est toi la reine des musettes Musette
Mais un beau jour le p'tit Léo Avec un peu d'accordéon Dit à Musette: "j'ai l'gros béguin pour toi Veux-tu te marier avec moi?" Musette en riant dit: "t'es fou moi me mettre la corde au cou? Quitter les amis le Paris le Faubourg Et mon quartier où j'ai vu l'jour J'aime mieux rester parmi vous Je ne veux pas faire de jaloux"
Musette, brunette Jolie poupée d'amour Quand on a valsé avec toi On a le béguin malgré soi Musette, coquette On t'aimera toujours C'est toi la reine des musettes Musette
Tarde Composer(s): Canet Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto
De cada amor que tuve tengo heridas heridas que no cierran ni sangran todavia error de haber querido ciegamente matando inutilmente la dicha de mis dias Tarde me di cuenta que al final se vive igual mintiendo tarde comprendí que mi ilusión se marchito queriendo pobre amor que amor que esta sufriendo la amargura mas tenáz
Y ahora que no es hora para nada tu boca enamorama me incita una vez más Y aunque quiera quererte ya no puedo por que dentro del alma tengo miedo tengo miedo que se vuelva a repetir la comedia que me ha hundido en el sufrir Todo lo que di todo lo perdi siempre tuve el alma entera de cualquier manera soportando afrendas y al final de cuentas me quede sin fé
De cada amor que tuve tengo heridas heridas que no cierran ni sangran todavia error de haber querido ciegamente perdido en un torrente de burlas y mentiras Sigo en mi rodar sin esperar y sin buscar amores ya murió el amor porque el dolor le marchito las flores y aunque llores y me implores mi ilusión va a devolver no ves que ya la pobre esta cansada vencida, destrozada de tanto parecer
Y aunque quiera quererte ya no puedo por que dentro del alma tengo miedo tengo miedo que se vuelva a repetir la comedia que me ha hundido en el sufrir Todo lo que di todo lo perdi siempre tuve el alma entera de cualquier manera soportando afrendas y al final de cuentas me quede sin fé
Muro Composer(s): Carlos Varela Performer(s): Miguel Bosé; Ana Torroja
Mojas el pan En el plato vacío Y apagas la televisión Abres la ventana Y miras afuera La cuidad te espera En algún lugar Sales a la calle Y llegas al muro Donde acaban todos Donde empieza el mar
Cuentas los pasos Regresando a casa Y prendes la televisión Te quedas dormido Y cuando empieza el himno Te vas a la cama Te vas a soñar
Luna Algo esta sucediendo Estoy sintiendo que esta vez Me están dejando solo Almenos solo Como la noche ...
Luna
Mojas tu cara Como cualquier dia Te vas sin afeitar Te compras la prensa Y notas que al muno Le ha cambiado el rostro Para bien o mal Y siguess caminando Y te vas al muro Donde acaban todos Donde empieza el mar
Luna
Algo esta sucediendo Estoy sintiendo que esta vez Me están dejando solo Almenos solo Como la noche ...
Mojas el pan En el plato vacío Y apagas la televisión Sales a la calle Y te vas al muro Donde siempre hay alguien Donde empieza el mar...
