Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Come And Buy Composer(s): Arthur Brown; Vincent Crane Performer(s): Arthur Brown
God-brother.....you lie...
When you see a fire burning inside your minds eye Grieve/Breathe(???) the meaning of the flames before you let them die Let them burn you through until you know that you can fly Twisting - turning - falling - burning Roaring balls of fire Eyes that see them have no need Of guides to span the wire Let the flames burn you right through To low the burns through higher
Come and see Come and buy
I can sell you the love I can buy you the morning sun
You can buy seven/sand/sun(???) from the morning From suns to the set in the morning for tea Pockets of love but nothing to buy Crystals of beauty - the mountain - the sea Something that ain't through a mind full of pride Going hands with the sun and set yourself free Come and see Come and buy Come and buy...buy my love
Sleeping sunsets sweat their beauty Melting at your feet Take your mind through sacred fire Leaving you complete
Let the flames burn you so hard There can be no re-treat Floating - drooping - looping - turning Roaring balls of fire Light the pathway you must take To drag you from the myre Sooth the darkness from your feet Burn down your funeral pyre
Come and see Come and buy
I can sell you the love I can sell you the morning sun
You can buy seven/sand/sun(???) from the morning From suns to the set in the morning for tea Pockets of love but nothing to buy Crystals of beauty - the mountain - the sea Something that ain't through a mind full of pride Going hands with the sun and set yourself free
Come and see Come and buy Buy my fire Buy my fire
Eyes are glaring on your face Watching you below Take the sun that sweats at midnight Burning you below
See the sun as it sweats with beauty Burning through the fire Feeding on your soul - so deep Fire Come and buy my Fire Come and buy my fire Come and buy... Buy my fire...
Why is it so cold down here? So cold...!! Let me in... The price of your entry is sin Go away - then return Know which fase you have to turn Eyes are glaring Voice's flaring Woooaaah!
Cada Cual
Composer(s): M. Sellés - M. Portolés
Performer(s): Raphael
Cosas olvidadas, tiempo que se fue Suaves cicatrices que dejo el ayer
Al oir una vieja melodia Cada cual siente un poco la emocion De recuerdos que viven todavia Y que guarda en secreto el corazon
Puede ser una noche junto al mar Unos brazos de mujer Un adios sentimental El soldado que nunca mas volvio O el pueblito que dejo Lo que evoca cada cual
Cada cual acaricia todavia Un poquito del tiempo que paso Como aquel, como tu, como yo
That's My Story Composer(s): Paul Simon - Art Garfunkel Performer(s): Simon & Garfunkel (as Tom & Jerry)
My story really begins a month ago That's when I first saw you Your eyes were aglow And then I could see (and then I could see) That you were for me I go to sleep at night and dream of you I wish I could hold you tight the whole night through But when I'm away (my heart too just pray) I can't tell you I love you (too-too-too-wah) My friends all tell me that I'm not the same Always moody and blue But they don't understand that I'm not to blame I'm so (I'm so) in love (in love) with you Oh Lord above, please hear my prayer Show me where she is and take me there One moment alone (one moment alone) And we'll know we're in love Ooh-ooh-ooh, that's my story
Cacka Boom
Composer(s): Ian Dury - Merlin Rhys-Jones
Performer(s): Ian Dury & The Blockheads
If you're cold, well here's a plan Pull the plug out of your fan If you're hot, now here's a scheme Park your botty in the stream If you're tired, check this plot Seek a source that hits the spot If you're snooty, here's a ploy Stroll along the hoi polloi You'll not have owt to show for it If you don't go for it You'll have to come to terms with it Get on the firm with it If you don't get to grips with it You've had your chips with it You'll only come to rue it if you don't do it
If you're lost, well try this notion Find yourself a magic potion If you're angry, check this wheeze Count to ten and then say, 'cheese' If you're uptight here's the answer Learn to be a belly-dancer If you're concerned, suss a wangle Try it from a different angle Now you can put a name to it You must lay claim to it You'll have time to regret it If you don't go and get it You won't have much to talk about If you don't go on walkabout Don't think you won't mind it If you don't try and find it
No-one said you must be good as gold It's what you haven't done That matters when you're old No-one said these things are pre-ordained Nothing ventured...
If you're guilty, cop a stroke You only did it for a joke If you're dozy, here's a tactic Tell 'em all they're too didactic If you're fed up, here's a wrinkle Let your pianoforte tinkle If you're wobbling here's a trick Happy go toilet, click, click, click
L'escompte est mort les traites sont traîtres J'ai des regrets à découvert C'est sur mon cur que j'tire des chèques Avec des taxes et sans erreur J'ai investi mes illusions A la banque des habitudes C'est à l'emprunt des solitudes Que fructifient mes souvenirs Mon compte est bon C'est mon malheur
J'ai fait bien trop d'économies Au temps où il était encore temps Mes bas de laine craquent à présent Sous les chairs creuses de l'ennui J'ai fait bien trop peu de folies Et mes tiroirs sont plein d'argent Les seules passions de ma vie Sont des coupons que je paie comptant, content
Mon compte est bon C'est mon malheur
Je viens d'émettre des actions Sur une très excellente chimère Je vends toutes mes obligations Je règle ma dernière affaire Ayant toujours vécu ainsi Une suite de jours à crédit Je règle mon heure dernière Forfaitairement service compris, compris
That's My Little Suzie Composer(s): Ritchie Valens - Rolf Kühn Performer(s): Ritchie Valens
Well, I got a gal named Sue She knows just what to do She's just a-rockin' She knows what to do
She knows how to love me And rock it, too That's my little Suzie She knows what to do
She rocks to the left And she rocks to the right She rocks all day And she rocks all night When my baby gets tired a-me I'm gonna drown myself in a sea
Well, come on let's go little Suzie Tell me you'll be true If I should lose you Oh, what could I do?
She rocks to the left And she rocks to the right She rocks all day And she rocks all night When my baby gets tired a-me I'm gonna drown myself in a sea
Well, come on let's go little Suzie Tell me you'll be true If I should lose you Oh, what could I do?
Que temprano que empiezo a cantar
tu presencia que está
anunciada nomás ...
en Noviembre me dicen serás
clarinada feliz
cuando te oiga llorar
Mis amigos conmigo estarán
junto a mi brindarán
tanta felicidad!
Compañera, ese sol que me dás
será igualito a vos
y cantor como yo!
Volarán los pájaros en moda!
El olivo y el nogal te harán la sombra!
y seré tan feliz!
al sentir al fin la primavera
y un azul colibrí
beberá la miel en tus ojeras ...
Florecido trigal del amor
cuando lo besa el sol
se hace espiga y canción
y el naranjo que es toda pasión
esparciendo azahares
vuelve lima al limón
Plumas Verdes en revolución
Ha encendido el fogón
de los ceibos en flor ...
Compañera, ese sol que me dás
será igualito a vos
y cantor como yo!
I keep singing them sad sad songs, ya all Sad songs is all I know I keep singing them sad sad songs, ya all Sad songs is all I know
It has a sweet melody tonight Anybody can sing it any old time What in your heart puts you in a groove And when you sing this song It'll make youre whole body move
Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa Your turn I'll turn Your turn, now
All my life I've been singing these sad songs Trying to get my message to you But this is the only song [y'ALL] I can sing And when I get to singing my message to you
It goes
Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa Your turn
It's a lovely song It's just alive It tells a story You've got to get your message A strong message I'm worried alive I'm worried alive [Watch me]
Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa Your turn Everybodys turn Everybodys turn Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa One more time Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa Worried alive
That's My Home Composer(s): Levon Helm - Rebennack Performer(s): The Band
You how long I've waited I waited for so long It needs a place I'm going That's my home Princie, how do you do? They all greeted too Others have done so too That's my home
It matters a difference If it's a one-room set Any time that I get back I still like it like that
And we got blues that match the sky And love hurts like a fly Until the day I die That's my home
It matters a difference If it's a one-room set Any time that I get back I still like it like that
And friends say, "How do you do?" We all greeted too Others have done so too That's my home That's my home That's my home
Desde Corrientes a Buenos Aires un señor lo vino a buscar cuando estacionó su auto vino el barrio a saludar Chau Cachito chau vas a ser el campeón desde aquí te alentaremos por la televisión oyoyo oyoyo oyoyo
En la noche del debut Corrientes estaba prendido y un solo grito se oyó cuando el correntino entró Vamos Cachito vamos debes ser el campeón desde aquí te alentaremos por la televisión
El correntino saltarín mostraba su inocencia y entre las cuerdas se vió sangrar sus redondas cejas Que pensará mi madre ay, ay si que pensará que pensará mi barrio ay, ay si que pensará
Que me estará pasando que no lo puedo parar este me está matando de verdad Como estará mi madre ay, ay si como estará como estará mi pueblo ay, ay si como estará
Llora Corrientes llora la derrota de su campeón el jueves llega Cachito en el micro de las dos Y ese señor del auto no aparece por Corrientes porque dice que es suficiente el dinero que ganó
Fado Tropical Composer(s): Chico Buarque; Rey Guerra Performer(s): Chico Buarque; and various other artists
Oh, musa do meu fado Oh, minha mãe gentil Te deixo consternado No primeiro abril Mas não sê tão ingrata Não esquece quem te amou E em tua densa mata Se perdeu e se encontrou Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal Ainda vai tornar-se um imenso Portugal
``Sabe, no fundo eu sou um sentimental Todos nós herdamos no sangue lusitano uma boa dose de lirismo Mesmo quando as minhas mãos estão ocupadas em torturar, esganar, trucidar Meu coração fecha aos olhos e sinceramente chora...''
Com avencas na caatinga Alecrins no canavial Licores na moringa Um vinho tropical E a linda mulata Com rendas do Alentejo De quem numa bravata Arrebato um beijo Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal Ainda vai tornar-se um imenso Portugal
``Meu coração tem um sereno jeito E as minhas mãos o golpe duro e presto De tal maneira que, depois de feito Desencontrado, eu mesmo me contesto
Se trago as mãos distantes do meu peito É que há distância entre intencão e gesto E se o meu coração nas mãos estreito Me assombra a súbita impressão de incesto
Quando me encontro no calor da luta Ostento a aguda empunhadura à proa Mas o meu peito se desabotoa
E se a sentença se anuncia bruta Mais que depressa a mão cega executa Pois que senão o coração perdoa''
Guitarras e sanfonas Jasmins, coqueiros, fontes Sardinhas, mandioca Num suave azulejo E o rio Amazonas Que corre Trás-os-Montes E numa pororoca Deságua no Tejo Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal Ainda vai tornar-se um imenso Portugal Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal Ainda vai tornar-se um imenso Portugal
Blue Pacific Blues Composer(s): Lester Lee - Ned Washington Performer(s): Jo Ann Greer
I'm gettin' the blue pacific blues The feelin' ya get from real bad news I wanna hear bells, I wanna see trains I get in this mood whenever it rains I'm gettin' the blues
Alone in the dark and sultry night Ya'd think of the times ya ain't done right To add to the fact your feelin' so bad the cry of the birds keeps drivin' you mad I got the blues
Ya lie awake and how you wish that it was mornin' and then ya smoke a hundred cigarettes or more That devil rain continues poundin' at your window And the tropic winds, keep howlin' at your door
Because of all the rain and mud The feel of the place gets in your blood But deep in the night there comes unawares the terrible thought that nobody cares Your back with the blues-again
To be even more specific You've got what they call-the blue pacific blues
Cachito
Composer(s): Consuelo Velázquez
Performer(s): Nat King Cole
and multiple other artists
Cachito, Cachito, Cachito mio
Pedazo de cielo que Diós me dió
Te miro y te miro y al fin
Bendigo bendigo la suerte de ser tu amor
Me preguntan por que eres mi cachito
Y yo siento muy bonito al responder
Por que eres de mi vida un pedazito
Que yo quiero como a nadie he de querer
Cachito ... cachito mio
Tu eres el amorsito de mamá ... y de papá
Cachito ... Cachito mio
Tu eres el amorsito de papá ... y de mamá
A tu lado yo no sê lo que es tristeza
Y las horas se me pasan sin sentir
Tu me miras y yo pierdo la cabeza
Y lo único que puedo es repetir
Fado Composer(s): Michele Vendome; Henri Decker Performer(s): Dalida
Fado, fado Le Portugal te doit ces nuits blanches Quand on fond de l'ombre tu te penches Offrant ta fraîcheur sous le ciel chaud
Fado, fado Le soir sur la place on se rassemble Et dés que ta voix ce fait entendre Toutes les mères rythment le fado
Tous les curs Te confis leurs espoirs et leurs peines Le bonheur ce confond enfin avec les pleurs Grâce au
Fado, fado Quand la femme au châle noir te chante C'est tout un monde que l'on invente Rien que pour un refrain de fado
La la la
Fado, fado Pour deux étrangers venus t'entendre Le bonheur ne s'est pas fait attendre Car l'amour aime bien le fado Fado, fado On s'est regardé sans rien ce dire Aussitôt tu fleuris en sourire Nos curs ce sont compris sans un mot
Dans ma main En tremblant il pose sa main douce Et soudain pour nos deux curs Il ne dit plus rien Que le
Fado, fado Rythmons cet amour devenu notre Nous sommes partis l'un contre l'autre Tandis que s'éloigne le fado
That's My Home Composer(s): Ben Ellison - Leon Rene - Otis Rene Performer(s): Louis Armstrong
When sunset in the sky And flowers never die, yeas And friends don't pass you by Because that's my home Oh where the folks say howdedo And they really mean it too Where mama's love is true Because that's my home
I'm always welcomed back No matter where I roam Just a ltttle old shack to me Is home sweet home Where the swanny river flows Where the shady pine trees grow Then I know that's my home
Caché Derrière Mes Poings
Composer(s): Giles Thibaut - Jean Renard
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
J'ai, caché derrière mes poings J'ai vu Joe Les Grandes Dents Monsieur 120 pour cent Caché au premier rang Ses cent kilos tassés Dans une place à 1000 francs
Quand il a vu ma droite Il a jeté son cigare Et dans ses yeux j'ai vu Des valises de dollars J'ai vu qu'il me fallait Gagner ce soir
Caché, caché derrière mes poings J'ai vu madame la foule Avec monsieur les gens M'insulte au bord des gants Prêt à me faire souffrir Ou bien à m'applaudir
À moitié fossoyeur Et à moitié vampire Et dans leurs yeux j'ai vu J'ai vu des mises à mort J'ai vu qu'il me fallait Gagner ce soir
Caché, caché derrière mes poings J'ai vu l'homme à abattre On était frères ennemis Si c'est pas moi c'est lui Et j'étais l'ascenseur Et lui le toboggan
Quand y a un homme qui monte Y en a un qui descend Et dans ses yeux j'ai vu Un loup devenir chien Et j'ai vu que j'allais Gagner ce soir
Mesdames, mesdemoiselles, messieurs Ce soir au célèbre Palais des Sports de Paris Grand combat international de poids moyen En dix reprises de trois minutes
À ma droite Directement venu d'Amérique Et candidat au titre de Champion du Monde Le bombardier noir de New-York Lesther Wilson
À ma gauche 72 kilos 500 L'actuel Champion du Monde des poids moyens Johnny Hallyday
Caché, caché derrière mes poings J'ai vu au troisième rang Une fille qui s'en allait Comme un fou j'ai crié Alors elle s'est retournée Et dans ses yeux j'ai vu Ce qu'elle pensait de moi Un homme sans foi ni loi Qui à la mort aux doigts
Faded Love Composer(s): Bob Wills; Johnnie Lee Wills Performer(s): Patsy Cline; and various other artists
As I look at the letters That you wrote to me It's you that I'm thinking of As I read the lines That to me were so sweet I remember our faded love
I miss you, darling More and more, every day As heaven would miss the stars above With every heartbeat I still think of you And remember our faded love
I think of the past And all the pleasures we had As I watch the mating of the doves It was in the springtime that you said goodbye I remember our faded love
I miss you, darling More and more every day As heaven would miss the stars above With every heartbeat I still think of you And remember our faded love
Thats My Girl Composer(s): Duke Ellington - Ray Ellington - Barbara Tobias Performer(s): Nat King Cole
Thats my girl, Take a look at her she belongs to me Yes thats my girl, hand off, dont touch She looks just like an angel But shes human all the same So Im not taking chances I wont tell her address or even her name Cos thats my girl Im adding her to my family And I love that girl and everythings fine So until the day that she says Yes Im keeping my fingers crossed Cos thats my girl, and shes gonna stay mine
Thats my girl, you hear me Im adding her to my family And I love that girl and everythings fine So until the day that she says Yes Im keeping my fingers crossed Cos thats my girl and shes gonna stay mine Shes all mine, every curve and line And even those dark brow curls Now lay off... thats my girl
Não conheço seu nome ou paradeiro Adivinho seu rastro e cheiro Vou armado de dentes e coragem Vou morder sua carne selvagem Varo a noite sem cochilar, aflito Amanheço imitando o seu grito Me aproximo rondando a sua toca E ao me ver você me provoca Você canta a sua agonia louca Água me borbulha na boca Minha presa rugindo sua raça Pernas se debatendo e o seu fervor Hoje é o dia de graça Hoje é o dia da caça e do caçador
Eu me espicho no espaço feito um gato Pra pegar você, bicho do mato Saciar a sua avidez mestiça Que ao me ver se encolhe e me atiça Que num mesmo impulso me expulsa e abraça Nossas peles grudando de suor Hoje é o dia da graça Hoje é o dia da caça e do caçador
De tocaia fico a espreitar a fera Logo dou-lhe o bote certeiro Já conheço seu dorso de gazela Cavalo brabo montado em pelo Dominante, não se desembaraça Ofegante, é dona do seu senhor Hoje é o dia da graça Hoje é o dia da caça e do caçador
