Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Love Machine Composer(s): Gerald Nelson - Fred Burch - Chuck Taylor Performer(s): Elvis Presley; Gerald Nelson
Step right up to the love machine You may get lucky when you zap a dream Let the wheel go round, round and round You may win that girl you've never found
She may be Suzy or Maybelline She could be Cathy or Angeline Let the wheel go round, round and round Try your luck right now on the love machine
We're just a bunch of salty sailors One thing on our mind Takin' a chance on this machine Maybe love we'll find She maybe tall she maybe short She may be wide But Lady Luck stop that wheel On 38-24-35 Step up, whose next in line This love machine don't waste no time
Let the wheel go round, round and round What will your fortune be on the love machine All right
We're just a bunch of salty sailors One thing on our mind Takin' a chance on this machine Maybe love we'll find She maybe tall she maybe short She may be wide But Lady Luck stop that wheel On 38-24-35 Step up, whose next in line This love machine don't waste no time
Let the wheel go round and round and round And round and round and round and round What will your fortune be on the love machine
Che M'importa Del Mondo
Composer(s): Franco Migliacci - Luis Bacalov
First release by: Rita Pavone - 1964
Che m'importa del mondo quando tu sei vicino a me Che m'importa del mondo quando tu sei vicino a me io non chiedo più niente al cielo se mi lascia te Non guardarmi se piango è la gioia che sento in me non c'è cosa più grande dell'amore mio per te
Fà che questo momento amore mio duri tutta la vita amore, amore Stringimi forte amore, amore a te
Che m'importa del mondo quando tu sei vicino a me io non chiedo più niente al cielo se mi lascia te Che m'importa del mondo se tu sei con me
Rita: Che m'importa del mondo quando tu sei vicino a me io non chiedo più niente al cielo se mi lascia te che m'importa del mondo se tu sei con me se tu sei con me se tu sei con meeeeeeeee
Rain Composer(s): Eugene Ford Performer(s): Dean Martin; and various other artists
(Rain, rain, don't go away) (Rain, rain, don't go away)
Rain, let us cuddle while the rain Pitter patters on the pane And we're alone A chance to while away the dreary afternoon The lovely peaceful afternoon So no one can see us
Rain (don't go away), it's so cosy in the rain (don't go away) There's no reason to complain If she's with you You hold her hand and then It's ten to one you'll kiss her In the rain, rain, rain
Rain it's so cosy in the rain (pitter patter on the pane) There's no reason to complain If she's with you You hold her hand and then It's ten to one you'll kiss her In the rain (rain), rain (rain), rain (rain) Rain, rain, rain
The Love I Never Had Composer(s): Dennis Lambert - Brian Potter Performer(s): Tavares
Never gonna miss it The love I never had Never gonna miss it The love I never had Never gonna miss it...
You've been coming home a little later And you never feel like saying where you've been You know I tried to make some conversation But I guess the things I say are wearin' thin You never needed me, I only see it now But I can live alone, girl you taught me how And I wish that I could say I'm gonna feel so sad (gonna feel so sad) But I just can't miss the love I never had
Never gonna miss it The love I never had Never gonna miss it...
When I was reachin' out you didn't want me But at least I know I gave it one good try (didn't I, didn't I give it one good try?) Gonna pack my bags then I'll be leavin' You don't have to stay around to say goodbye Oh any fool can see it's over and it's done It really ended girl, before it had begun And I wish that I could say I'm gonna take it bad Oh so bad, so bad But I just can't miss the love I never had
(Never gonna miss it) Oh and I wish that I could say I'm gonna feel so sad, so sad (gonna feel so sad) But I just can't miss the love I never had
Che Mai Farò ((Adapted from: Et Maintenant (French Version) (Gilbert Bécaud) - 1961)) Composer(s): Gilbert Bécaud - Pierre Delanoë - Michele Straniero Performer(s): Milva - 1961
Versions In Other Languages: 1962 - What Now, My Love? (Shirley Bassey with Nelson Riddle and His Orch.) 1963 - Endnu En Dag (Poul Bundgaard) 1965 - Er Rest Mij Niets (Corry Brokken) 1965 - Et Maintenant (Spanish Version) (Raphael) 1979 - Hva' Nu, Min Ven? (Peter Belli) 1981 - Wat Moet Ik Doen (Will Tura)
Senza di te Che posso fare Di tutto il tempo Che mi resterà Di tanta gente Indifferente Che ne faro Tu no ci sei piu
Di tante notti Perché, per chi E del mattino Che ancor tornerà Di questo cuore Che troppo forte Batte per chi Perché
Senza di te Che posso fare Nel vuoto che Mi ciconderà Mi resterà La terra e il mare Ma senza te Ben poco sarà
Amici no Lasciate star Sapete pure Che cos'é il mio mal E la città Con la sua folla Non è che noia Per me
Senza di te Che posso fare Urlare per Esser viva ancor Le notti intere Voglio bruciare E al mattino Ridero di me
Poi una notte Mi specchiero E scorgero La fine per me Non un fiore Nessun dolore Quando me Ane andro
Railroads And Riverboats Composer(s): Jim Croce; Ingrid Croce Performer(s): Jim Croce
The railroads, and the riverboats
that bred the mighty man That we read about, and we dream about The men who built this land And the farmers and the lumbermen and the men who worked the mills And the poor hard working miners Who died inside the hills
While the rivers that flow Are the blood of our land And the trucks they keep rumbling On the great concrete band And the railroads keep pushing To be all they once were And nature is calling No one's listening to her
And the immigrants, by the boat load, in a dozen different tones Sang of freedom, in the new land Climbed the ladder rung by rung Some to Boston, some to Pittsburg, Philidelphia and St. Paul And the old ways, led to new days They were welcome one and all
While the rivers that flow Are the blood of our land And the trucks they keep rumbling On the great concrete band And the railroads keep pushing To be all they once were And nature is calling No one's listening to her
With the railroads, and the riverboats, and the bread lines far behind And the days we sang together Long gone but still in mind And the men who, came before us, men who brought us to today And the story, still unravels, from the dreams of yesterday
While the rivers that flow Are the blood of our land And the trucks they keep rumbling On the great concrete band And the railroads keep pushing To be all they once were And nature is calling No one's listening to her And nature is calling No one's listening to her
The Love I Lost Composer(s): Kenny Gamble - Leon Huff First release by: Harold Melvin & the Blue Notes - 1973
I can remember planning Building my whole world around you And I can remember hoping That you and I could make it on through But something went wrong We loved each other We just couldn't get along Take a good look at me I'm in misery, can't you see
The love I lost (the love, the love I lost) Was a sweet love (it was a sweet love) The love I lost (the love, the love I lost) Was complete love (it was complete love) The love I lost (the love I lost) I will never (never) no no never (Never) love again ooh
I can't remember nothing, no no But the good times we used to share I'm so sad and lonely Without you my life is so dead I'm sorry to say You go your way and I'll go my way It hurts deep inside The day we said goodbye, but
The love I lost (the love, the love I lost) Was a sweet love (it was a sweet love) The love I lost (the love, the love I lost) Was complete love (it was complete love) The love I lost ooh ooh I will never (never) no no never (Never) love again (I'll never love again) I will never (never) no no never (Never) love again ooh ooh ooh ooh I will never (never) no no never (Never) love again
The love, the love I lost, ooh The love, the love I lost
The love I lost (the love, the love I lost) Was a sweet love (it was a sweet love) The love I lost (the love, the love I lost) Was complete love (it was complete love) The love I lost ooh ooh I will never (never) no no never (Never) love again (I'll never love again) I will never (never) no no never (Never) love again ooh ooh ooh ooh I will never (never) no no never (Never) love again
Che Cosa Resterà Di Me ((aka Che Cosa Resta (Franco Battiato - 1999))
((Adapted from: Que Reste-T-Il De Nos Amours? (Charles Trenet) - 1942))
Composer(s): Charles Trenet - Léo Chauliac - Franco Battiato
Performer(s): Gianni Morandi - 1988
Versions In Other Languages:
1957 - I Wish You Love (Keely Smith)
1977 - Ce-A Mai Iramas? (Alla Baianova)
Lo sai che più s'invecchia più affiorano ricordi lontanissimi come se fosse ieri mi vedo a volte in braccio a mia madre e sento ancora i teneri commenti di mio padre I pranzi le domeniche dai nonni le voglie e le esplosioni irrazionali i primi passi, gioie e dispiaceri La prima goccia bianca che spavento e che piacere strano e un innamoramento senza senso per legge naturale a quell'età I primi accordi su di un organo da chiesa in sacrestia ed un dogmatico rispetto per le istituzioni
Che cosa resterà di me del transito terrestre di tutte le impressioni che ho avuto in questa vita
Mi piacciono le scelte passionali quella saggezza pratica che si tramanda il popolo adoro quando sto lontano qualche settimana quell'atmosfera che ritrovo ritornando qui in Emilia figlio di un pensiero rosso e partigiano Di recente ho qualche fremito diverso sul creato Anch'io a guardarmi bene vivo da millenni e vengo dritto dalla civiltà più alta dei Sumeri dall'arte cuneiforme degli scribi e dormo spesso dentro a un sacco a pelo perché non voglio perdere i contatti con la terra
Che cosa resterà di me del transito terrestre di tutte le impressioni che ho avuto in questa vita
Che cosa resterà di noi del transito terrestre di tutte le impressioni che abbiamo in questa vita
Railroad Lady Composer(s): Jimmy Buffett; Jerry Jeff Walker Performer(s): Jimmy Buffett; and various other artists
She's a railroad lady Just a little bit shady Spendin' her days on the trains She's a semi-good looker But the fast rails they took 'er Now she's tryin', just tryin' to get home again
South Station in Boston To the freightyards of Austin From the Florida sunshine To the New Orleans rain Now that the rail p.a.c.s. Has taken the best tracks She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again
She's a railroad lady Just a little bit shady Spendin' her life on a train Once a pullman car traveller Now the brakeman won't have 'er She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again
Once a high ballin' loner He thought he could own 'er Bought her a fur and a big diamond ring She hocked 'em for cold cash Left town on the Wabash Never thinkin', never thinkin' of home way back then
But the rails are now rusty The dinin' car's dusty Gold plated watches have taken their toll Yeah the railroads are dyin' And the lady she's cryin' On a bus to Kentucky and home that's her goal
She's a railroad lady Just a little bit shady Spendin' her life on a train She's a semi-good looker But the fast rails they took 'er Now she's tryin', just tryin' to get home again
The Lost Chord Composer(s): Arthur Sullivan - Adelaide Anne Proctor Performer(s): Enrico Caruso and multiple other artists
Seated one day at the organ I was weary and ill at ease And my fingers wander'd idly over the noisy keys I know not what I was playing Or what I was dreaming then But I struck one chord of music Like the sound of a great amen Like the sound of a great amen
It flooded the crimson twilight Like the close of an angel's psalm And it lay on my fever'd spirit With a touch of infinite calm It quieted pain and sorrow Like love overcoming strife, It seem'd the harmonious echo from our discordant life It link'd all perplexed meanings Into one perfect peace, and trembled away into silence As if it were loath to cease
I have sought, but I seek vainly That one lost chord divine Which came from the soul of the organ And enter'd into mine It may be death's bright angel Will speak in that chord again It maybe that only in heav'n I shall hear that grand amen
Che c'è è ritornato il sole dentro me e l'aria è più leggera come se tutto l'amore che cercavi adesso c'è e non ti manca niente al mondo
Che c'è che bella 'sta giornata insieme a te di lacrime e di gioia come se tutta la vita che speravi è qui per te e non ti manca niente al mondo Il tempo ci ritrova qui ancora un'altra volta i nostri cuori unisoni legati un'altra volta per te che ci fai liberi ovunque al mondo siamo in ogni giorno che vorrai io griderò ti amo
Perché sognavo questa Roma e Roma c'è e l'aria e' più leggera come se tutto l'amore che cercavi adesso c'è e non ti manca niente al mondo
E il tempo ci ritrova qui ancora un'altra volta i nostri cuori unisoni cantare un'altra volta per te che ci fai liberi ovunque al mondo siamo in ogni giorno che vorrai io griderò ti amo
Che c'è è ritornato il sole dentro me e l'anima è leggera come se tutto l'amore che cercavi adesso c'è e non ti manca niente al mondo
Perché sognavo questa Roma e Roma c'è e l'aria e' più leggera come se tutto l'amore che speravi è qui per te e non ti manca niente al mondo
Ragtime Cowboy Joe Composer(s): Lewis F. Muir; Maurice Abrahams; Grant Clarke Performer(s): Jo Stafford; and various other artists
Out in Arizona where the bad men are And the only friend to guide you is an Eve'ning star The roughest toughest man by far Is Ragtime Cowboy Joe Got his name from singing to the cows and sheep Ev'ry night they say he sings the herd to sleep In a basso rich and deep Crooning soft and low
He always sings, raggy music to the cattle As he swings, back and forward in the saddle On a horse, that is syncopated, gaited And there's such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater How they run, when they hear that fellow's gun Because the Western folks all know He's a high-faluting scooting, shooting son-of-a-gun from Arizona Ragtime Cow Boy Joe
Dressed up ev'ry Sunday in his Sunday clothes He beats it for the village where he always goes And ev'ry girl in town is Joe's 'Cause he's a ragtime bear When he starts a spieling on the dance hall floor No one but a lunatic would start a war Wise men know his forty four Makes men dance for fair
He always sings, raggy music to the cattle As he swings, back and forward in the saddle On a horse, that is syncopated, gaited And there's such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater How they run, when they hear that fellow's gun Because the Western folks all know He's a high-faluting scooting, shooting son-of-a-gun from Arizona Ragtime Cow Boy Joe
Che Bella Gente ((aka Quelli Là (Duilio Del Prete) - 2002))
((Adapted from: Ces Gens-Là (Jacques Brel) - 1966))
Composer(s): Jacques Brel - Herbert Pagani
Performer(s): Giorgio Gaber - 1971
Versions In Other Languages:
1969 - Dat Soort Volk (Liesbeth List)
1970 - Dit Slag Volk (Herman van Veen)
2001 - People Such As These (The Walkabouts)
Sì avvocato, lei mi parla così della provincia perché non li conosce Lei non sa mica come è fatta questa gente qua Lo vede quello là, sì quello col testone
lui che a questora qua non sa già più il suo nome un nome rispettato, la casa sulla piazza mai che abbia lavorato, arriva qui ogni sera e inchioda il suo sedere davanti a un tavolino e affoga nel barbera Poi quando vien mattino te lo ritrovi dove? Ma in chiesa sissignore, dritto come una scopa con locchio daffogato va far la comunione per smaltire il vino
Mi creda avvocato che quel verme lì non pensa mica sa? No! Prega!
E poi cè il fratellino, un "temperapennini" ragioniere al catasto, incassa bustarelle distribuisce inchini, peggio dun dente guasto pensi che sè sposato con una mezza gobba solo perché ha la dote, ma non gli basta mai Col suo bel cappellino, col suo bel cappottino col suo bel "seicentino" fa pure lo strozzino! Non manca una funzione, deve tenere docchio sessanta debitori che lui tiene in ginocchio
Mi creda avvocato che quel fetente là non prega mica sa? Frega!
E poi ci sono gli altri, la madre sempre muta che macina golfini e il padre possidente che è morto scivolando sul pavimento a cera Da una cornice nera come da una finestra osserva tutto il gregge che mangia la minestra e senti fare Chhiu-Chhiu, e senti fare Chhiu-Chhiu E poi cè la bisnonna che trema ma non muore le contano le ore e invocano il momento di chiudere la bara e aprire il testamento
Mi creda avvocato ai funerali di quella gente lì mica si canta sa? No, ah, ah, no! Si conta!
E poi, e poi, e poi cè Margherita che è bella come il sole e lei non ha idea del bene che mi vuole se ne ama addirittura una casa nostra è piena di finestre e quasi niente mura e dentro solo noi a ridere di gioia la cosa è già sicura, solo che cè una noia la sua famiglia è contro,la sua famiglia è contro
Ce lhanno su con me, mi danno del pezzente mi danno del barbone, e già per quella gente è meglio un delinquente ma con la posizione e anche se la figlia sembra differente è nata ed è cresciuta in quel ambiente
Da un mese a questa parte la tengono al guinzaglio e quando ci incontriamo gli occhi di lei mi fissano e sembra che mi dica che un giorno fuggirà che mi raggiungerà e allora in quel momento allora io le credo avvocato ma solo in quel momento perché da quelle case là nessuno scappa mai!
Ha capito avvocato? Da lì non si va via! Oh come è tardi! Mi scusi, io torno a casa mia
The Lord Knows I'm Drinking Composer(s): Bill Anderson First release by: Cal Smith - 1972 Covered by multiple other artists
Hello Mrs Johnson, you self righteous woman Sunday School teacher, what brings you out slummin' Do you reckon the preacher would approve where you are Standing here visitin' with a back-slidin' Christian In a neighborhood bar
Well, yes, that's my bottle and yes, that's my glass And I see you're eyeballin' this pretty young lass It ain't none of your business, but, yes, she's with me And we don't need no sermon, you self righteous woman Just let us be
The Lord knows I'm drinkin' and runnin' around And he don't need your loud mouth informing the town The Lord knows I'm sinnin' and sinnin' ain't right But me and the good Lord gonna have us a good talk later tonight
Goodbye Mrs Johnson, you self righteous biddy I don't need your preaching and I don't need your pity So, go back to whatever you hypocrites do And when I talk to heaven, be nice And I'll put in a good word for you
Yes, the Lord knows I'm drinkin' and runnin' around And he don't need your loud mouth informing the town The Lord knows I'm sinnin' and sinnin' ain't right But me and the good Lord gonna have us a good talk later tonight
Yes, me and the good Lord gonna have us a good talk later tonight
Chauffard
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Y a les bandes blanches qui défilent Et ta vie qui s'accroche à son fil Tu es dans la zone rouge du compteur Mais tu ne t'occupes plus des couleurs Il faut surtout pas que tes mains tremblent Y a les troncs des arbres qui t'attendent Même dans les passages difficiles Y a les bandes blanches qui défilent Y a le vent qui siffle sous les tôles Et le cri des pneus quand tu décolles Et derrière toi la nuit qui retombe Sur le sillage étroit de ta bombe Est-ce que c'est ton cur qui fait hurler la machine Ou bien le moteur qui bat dans ta poitrine Et qui propulse ton projectile Entre les bandes blanches qui défilent Chauffard Tu vois le monde autour dans des brumes liquides Et c'est pour ça que tu cours toujours sur la voie rapide Chauffard, chauffard Tu pousses la musique jusqu'au plus fort Pour pas sentir les doigt de la mort Et ni les chiens qui aboient dans leur sommeil Ni les hommes de loi que tu réveilles Tu vois quelques tâches claires sur le dos des camions Quelques mots de travers sur des panneaux bidons Et ton sang fait monter les aiguilles Jusqu'au rouge des feux que tu grilles Chauffard, chauffard Tu vois le monde autour dans des brumes liquides Et c'est pour ça que tu cours toujours sur la voie rapide Chauffard, chauffard Tu dis que tu connais ton nom par cur Et que tu préfères le son de ton moteur Que si jamais personne ne t'arrête T'iras te crasher sur le fond de la planète Et que tu vibres quand les virages s'avancent Et que la vitesse te laisse ta chance Et que t'es jamais aussi tranquille Que quand les bandes blanches défilent Chauffard, chauffard Tu vois le monde autour dans des brumes liquides Et c'est pour ça que tu cours toujours sur la voie rapide Tu vois le monde autour dans des brumes liquides Et c'est pour ça que tu cours toujours sur la voie rapide Chauffard, Chauffard Chauffard, chauffard, chauffard
Raggio Di Luna Composer(s): Antonello Venditti Performer(s): Antonello Venditti
Raggio di luna nel mio cuore nella mia vita ci sei tu sei come l'acqua come il sole che verr raggio di luna nascer E E Eh... Il nostro amore non sar mai solo guerre non vedr arde come l'oro per l'eternit... O O O O O O O O O Oh O O O O O O O O O Oh Sorge la luna la montagna e dalla spiaggia la vedrai brillano fuochi sulla sabbia intorno a noi come un vulcano ballerai E E Eh... La nostra vita è un lampo prendimi se vuoi nudi e senza scampo balla insieme a noi Insieme a noi L'amore è un attimo fuggente guardami e non fermarti mai è un fiume chiaro fiume chiaro e trasparente come te raggio di luna nascerai E E Eh... La nostra vita è un lampo prendimi se vuoi nudi e senza scampo balla insieme a noi E E Eh E E Eh
The Longest Time Composer(s): Billy Joel First release by: Billy Joel - 1983 Covered by multiple other artists
Oh, oh, oh For the longest time Oh, oh, oh For the longest time If you said goodbye to me tonight There would still be music left to write What else could I do I'm so inspired by you That hasn't happened for the longest time
Once I thought my innocence was gone Now I know that happiness goes on That's where you found me When you put your arms around me I haven't been there for the longest time
Oh, oh, oh For the longest time Oh, oh, oh For the longest I'm that voice you're hearing in the hall And the greatest miracle of all Is how I need you And how you needed me too That hasn't happened for the longest time
Maybe this won't last very long But you feel so right And I could be wrong Maybe I've been hoping too hard But I've gone this far And it's more than I hoped for
Who knows how much further we'll go on Maybe I'll be sorry when you're gone I'll take my chances I forgot how nice romance is I haven't been there for the longest time
I had second thoughts at the start I said to myself Hold on to your heart Now I know the woman that you are You're wonderful so far And it's more than I hoped for
I don't care what consequence it brings I have been a fool for lesser things I want you so bad I think you ought to know that I intend to hold you for the longest time
