Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Que Me Quiten Lo Bailao Composer(s): Rafael Artesero Herrero First performance by: Lucía Pérez - 2011
uououooo uououooo ahora que me quiten que me quiten lo bailao uouououo oo
Me pellizco cada día pienso que suerte la mía no estoy soñando es realidad vivo como en una nube tengo lo que nunca tuve te tengo a ti a ti y todo lo que me das
Si bien se que han de venir tormentas y me caeré pero a fin de cuentas he disfrutao de todo lo bailao
uo uo uo oo uo uo uo oo ahora que me quiten que me quiten lo bailao uo uo uo uo ahora que me quiten que me quiten lo bailao
Para turu tu para pa turu pa turu
Junto a ti cada momento es sublime el sentimiento sin miedo a lo que ha de venir no me curaré en salud ni me cargaré una cruz disfruto todo tal y como eres tú
Si bien se que han de venir tormentas y me caeré pero a fin de cuentas ya disfruté de todo lo bailao
uo uo uo uo oo uo uo uo uo oo ahora que me quiten que me quiten lo bailao uo uo uo uo uo oo uo uo uo uo uo uo ahora que me quiten que me quiten lo bailao
Me siento tan bien me siento tan bien que no no no no no lo voy estropear pensando en negativo más
Se que han de venir tormentas y me caeré Aun así dire que he disfrutao de todo lo bailao
uo uo uo oo uo uo uo oo Ahora que me quiten que me quiten lo bailao uo uo uo oo uo uo uo oo Ahora que me quiten que me quiten lo bailao
Chèvrefeuille Que Tu Es Loin
((Adapted from: "Scarborough Fair" (Shirley Collins) - 1959 and "The Side Of A Hill" (Paul Simon) - 1965))
Composer(s): Traditional - Paul Simon - Pierre Delanoë
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri - 2004
Versions In Other Languages:
1966 - Scarborough Fair/Canticle (Simon & Garfunkel)
1968 - La Fiera Del Perdono (I Califfi)
1970 - Lilja Ruusu Ja Kirsikkapuu (Kirka)
Pauvre garçon qui pense au pays Chèvrefeuille que tu es loin Pauvre garçon que l'amour oublie Un peu plus à chaque matin
Veux-tu ma belle tailler pour moi Chèvrefeuille que tu es loin Une chemise dans les draps Où naguère nous dormions si bien
Veux-tu me trouver un arpent de terre Chèvrefeuille que tu es loin Tout près de l'église au bord de la mer Pour chanter mon dernier refrain
Maintenant je sais que c'est la fin du soleil Chèvrefeuille que tu es loin Et je voudrais que ce soit toi ma belle Qui m'enterre de tes propres mains
Pauvre garçon qui pense au pays Chèvrefeuille que tu es loin Pauvre garçon que l'amour oublie Un peu plus à chaque matin
Rapture Composer(s): Chris Stein; Debbie Harry Performer(s): Blondie
Toe to toe Dancing very slow Barely breathing Almost comatose
Wall to wall People hypnotized And they're stepping Lightly Hang each night in Rapture
Back to back Sacrailiac Spinless movement And a wild attack
Face to face Sadly solitude And it's finger Popping Twenty-four hour shopping In Rapture
Fab Five Freddy Told me everything's fine DJ's spinnin' I said in my mind Flash is flash, flash is cool Francois se pas Flashe' no do And ya don't stop Sure shot Go out to the parking lot And ya get in your car And ya drive real far And ya drive all night And then ya see a light And it comes right down And lands on the ground And out comes a man from Mars And ya try to run But he's got a gun And he shoots ya dead And he eats your head And then you're in the man from Mars You go out at night, eatin' cars You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too Mercurys and Subarus And ya don't stop You keep on eatin' cars Then, when there's no more cars You go out at night and eat up bars Where the people meet Face to face Dance cheek to cheek One to one Man to man Dance toe to toe Don't move too slow 'Cause the man from Mars Is through with cars He's eatin' bars Yeah, wall to wall Door to door Hall to hall He's gonna eat 'em all Rapture
Be pure Take a tour Through the sewer Don't strain your brain Paint a train You'll be singin' in the rain I said don't stop Do punk rock
Well now you see What ya wanna be Just have your party on TV 'Cause the man from Mars Won't eat up bars Where the TV's on And now he's gone back up to space Where he won't have a hassle with the human race And ya hip-hop And ya don't stop Just blast off Sure shot 'Cause the man from Mars Stopped eatin' cars And eatin' bars And now he only eats guitars Get up!
Taken By A Stranger Composer(s): Gus Seyffert - Nicole Morier - Monica Birkenes First performance by: Lena - 2011
She's got a knuckle in her eye He knows her cat call Can't escape from telling lies I heard her saying Hey mind if I take this chair Hey mind if I take this chair He drops a pause She looks annoyed But she's so mean he thinks she has to be the one Taken by a stranger Stranger things are starting to begin Lured into the danger Trip me up and spin me round again You got some coffee on your collar And you forgot to comb your hair But I can't wait till I do better You're here and I don't care I can't help it if you like it Cause I won't be here tomorrow No one ever told you that you wouldn't be rejected Taken by a stranger Stranger things are starting to begin Lured into the danger (Danger is a risky business) Trip me up and spin me round again Dip dip dada dada da Dip dip dada dada da Uh uh uh uh Nah nah nah nah nah Taken by a stranger Stranger things are starting to begin Lured into the danger (Danger is a risky business) Trip me up and spin me round again
Cheveux Longs Et Idées Courtes
Composer(s): Johnny Hallyday - Giles Thibaut
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday; Eddie Vartan et Son Orch.
Si monsieur Kennedy Aujourd'hui revenait Ou si monsieur Gandhy Soudain ressuscitait Ils seraient étonnés Quand on leur apprendrait Que pour changer le monde Il suffit de changer
Da-da-da-da-dam Da-da-da-da-dam Et surtout, avant tout D'avoir les cheveux longs
Crier dans un micro Je veux la liberté Assis sur son derrière Avec les bras croisés Nos pères et nos grands-pères N'y avaient pas pensé Sinon combien de larmes Et de sang évités
Da-da-da-da-dam Da-da-da-da-dam Mais bien sûr leurs cheveux N'étaient pas assez longs
Écrire sur son blouson La guerre doit s'arrêter Assis sur son derrière Avec les bras croisés Les bonzes du Vietnam N'y ont jamais pensé Tout ce qu'ils ont trouvé C'est partir en fumée
Da-da-da-da-dam Da-da-da-da-dam Mais bien sûr leurs cheveux Ne sont pas assez longs
Crier c'est une honte Des hommes meurent de faim Assis sur son derrière Avec les bras croisés Est-ce la solution Est-ce le bon moyen En tout cas les hindous Devront s'en contenter
Da-da-da-da-dam Da-da-da-da-dam Avant de trouver mieux Leurs cheveux seront longs
Si les mots suffisaient Pour tout réaliser Tout en restant assis Avec les bras croisés Je sais que dans une cage Je serai enfermé Mais c'est une autre histoire Que de m'y faire entrer
Da-da-da-da-dam Da-da-da-da-dam Car il ne suffit pas D'avoir les cheveux longs
Fait-on pousser du blé En faisant des discours Faut-il un uniforme Pour détester la guerre Faut-il pour être un homme Ne plus chanter l'amour Faut-il mendier sont pain Et ne plus être fier
Da-da-da-da-dam Da-da-da-da-dam Faut-il pour être libre Avoir les cheveux longs, longs, longs
Rapte-me, camaleoa, adapte-me a uma cama boa Capte-me uma mensagem à toa De um quasar pulsando loa Interestelar canoa Leitos perfeitos, seus peitos direitos me olham assim Fino menino me inclino pro lado do sim Rapte-me, adapte-me, capte-me, it's up to me, coração Sem querer ser merecer ser um camaleão Rapte-me, camaleoa, adapte-me ao seu ne me quitte pas
Cheveux D'or Et Cheval Blanc
Composer(s): R. Dumas - J.J. Debout
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
Des cheveux d'or dans le vent Un cheval au grand galop Et la fille qui riait Cheveux d'or et cheval blanc Qui m'a mis l'cur au galop Quand la fille m'a crié Ricard Ricard
Cheveux d'or et cheval blanc Dans la Camargue au galop Y a longtemps je l'ai cherché Et c'est au soleil couchant Qu'à la manade aux chevaux Enfin je l'ai retrouvé Ricard Ricard
Cheveux d'or entre mes mains Et le cur au grand galop Tous les deux on s'est aimé Et lorsque je m'en souviens J'en ai l' cur au galop J'en ai l' cur à l'été Ricard Ricard
Rapid Roy (The Stock Car Boy) Composer(s): Jim Croce Performer(s): Jim Croce; Mark Collie; Hit Crew
Chorus: Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy He too much too believe You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes Rolled up in his T-shirt sleeve He got a tattoo on his arm that say Baby He got another on that just say Hey But every Sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon In a '57 Chevrolet
Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy He's the best driver in the land He say that he learned to race a stock car By runnin' 'shine outa Alabam' Oh the Demolition Derby And the Figure Eight Is easy money in the bank Compared to runnin' from the man In Oklahoma City With a 500 gallon tank
(Repeat Chorus)
Yea Roy so cool That racin' fool he don't know what fear's about He do a hundred thirty mile an hour Smilin' at the camera With a toothpick in his mouth He got a girl back home Name of Dixie Dawn But he got honeys all along the way And you oughta hear 'em screamin' For that dirt track demon In a '57 Chevrolet
Madness Of Love Composer(s): Raffaele Gualazzi First performance by: Raffaele Gualazzi - 2011
Cant you see Through your eyes Theres a look that dont shine And all the world around you seems to slip and disappear
Thought that word from your heart Means Im yours, means youre smart I know for certain I won't bother you with nostalgia
But you'll find other men full of love and filled with damn and you'll smile here and there like the first of all your sighs there you'll cry with your friends like he was the first and last spreading life wasting life shouldn't be that way if you ain't got a tear to hide!
Here we live, with no tricks day by day night by night but someone hit me and I fell into your heart, my dear
And youll fly over lands Where your eyes cant find the end Upon mountains down lanes Being so far away from you just makes me feel so damned!
Show your man how to love, show him tears and skies above, show him worlds full of light and your dreams that you can't hide show him spells he can hear and your wonderful life, let it shine! let it shine! let it shine! let it shine!
Chevaliers De La Table Ronde
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Stello
and multiple other artists
Chevaliers de la table ronde Goûtons voir si le vin est bon Goûtons voir si le vin est bon Goûtons voir, oui oui oui Goû-tons voir, non non non Goûtons voir, si le vin est bon Goûtons voir, si le vin est bon
S'il est bon, s'il est agréable J'en boirai jusqu'à mon plaisir J'en boirai jusqu'à mon plaisir J'en boirai, oui oui oui J'en boirai, non non non J'en boirai jusqu'à mon plaisir J'en boirai jusqu'à mon plaisir
J'en boirai cinq à six bouteilles Une femme sur les genoux Une femme sur les genoux Une femme, oui oui oui Une femme, non non non Une femme sur les genoux Une femme sur les genoux
Si je meurs, je veux qu'on m'enterre Dans une cave où y a du bon vin Dans une cave où y a du bon vin Dans une cave, oui oui oui Dans une cave, non non non Dans une cave, où y a du bon vin Dans une cave, où y a du bon vin
Les deux pieds contre la muraille Et la tête sous le robinet Et la tête sous le robinet Et la tête, oui oui oui Et la tête, non non non Et la tête, sous le robinet Et la tête, sous le robinet
Sur ma tombe, je veux qu'on inscrive Ici gît le roi des buveurs Ici gît le roi des buveurs Ici gît, oui oui oui Ici gît, non non non Ici gît, le roi des buveurs Ici gît, le roi des buveurs
Et la morale de cette histoire Est qu'il faut boire avant d'mourir Est qu'il faut boire avant d'mourir Est qu'il faut, oui oui oui Est qu'il faut, non non non Est qu'il faut, boire avant d'mourir Est qu'il faut, boire avant d'mourir
Raphaël Composer(s): Daniel Tardieu; Bernard Sauvat Performer(s): Dalida
Pendant que tu dormais je suis allée chercher Les croissants le journal pour que tu trouves du travail Mais Raphaël réveilles-toi
Pendant que tu dormais l'épicier a frappé A la porte d'entrée il voudrait bien être payé Mais Raphaël que fais-tu ?
Je peint des Paradis, des Jésus, des Marie Et tu sais Marie, Marie tu lui ressembles Il peint des Paradis, des Jésus, des Marie Il me dit toujours Marie tu lui ressembles
Regardes cette annonce on demande d'urgence Sérieuses références c'est pour les tours de la défense Mais Raphaël habilles-toi Regardes cette annonce un peintre qualifié Salaire très élevé tu sais je crois c'est notre chance Mais Raphaël que fais-tu?
Je peint des Paradis, des Jésus, des Marie Et tu sais Marie, Marie tu lui ressembles Il peint des Paradis, des Jésus, des Marie Il me dit toujours Marie tu lui ressembles
Tu te fous de la vie tu fais ce qui te plais Tu serais mieux à Rome entrain de peindre tes madones Mais Raphaël que fais-tu?
Je peint des Paradis, des Jésus, des Marie Et tu sais Marie, Marie tu lui ressembles Il peint des Paradis, des Jésus, des Marie Il me dit toujours Marie tu lui ressembles Il peint des Paradis, des Jésus, des Marie Il me dit toujours Marie tu lui ressembles
Rap Tap On Wood Composer(s): Cole Porter Performer(s): Eleanor Powell; and various other artists
If you want to ring the bell not once, but twice If you want to roll and roll those lucky dice If you want to spend your journey's end with sweet music and love If you want to lick this world of men and Mickey Mice Take my advice...
When you sit down, one day Look over yourself and say "You're very good" Ra-ap tap on wood
When you have such success You're concious that you impress The neighbourhood Ra-ap tap on wood
When ev'ry meal you take Is made of milk and honey When ev'ry stock you take Is making mints of money When ev'ry heart you break Is such a cinch, it's funny Careful, Sonny Rap-tap, rap-tap, rap-tap-tap, rap-a-tap-tap
You're knockout, you're good news And you'll never, never lose If you just put on your dancing shoes And rap-tap on wood
Lipstick Composer(s): Daniel Priddy - Lars Halvor Jensen - Martin Michael Larsson First performance by: Jedward - 2011
You say youre on it but you just dont know Youre spending money like youre on death row You must be mis-educated By all the guys that you dated You think Ill take the bait but I dont think so
Ohhhh Am I headed for a car crash? Ohhhh Im just about to meet my match, she takes the Ohhhh Im about to fall in head first Sisters let me tell you how it works
Hey!
Shes got her lipstick on Here I come, da da dum Shes got her lipstick on Hit and run, then Im gone Check my collar, collar, hey, hey, ey Check my collar, collar, hey, hey, ey
Oooohh, Oooohh
You look at me and I got you in mind I come on over see what I could find No appetite for delusion I couldve been what Im losin Youre saying yes when it is no, no, no, no
Ohhhh Am I headed for a car crash? Ohhhh Is this about to be my next, she takes the Ohhhh Im about to fall in head first Sisters let me tell you how it works
Shes got her lipstick on Here I come, da da dum Shes got her lipstick on Hit and run, then Im gone Check my collar, collar, hey, hey, ey Check my collar, collar, hey, hey, ey
Shes got her lipstick on Here I come, da da dum Shes got her lipstick on Hit and run, then Im gone Check my collar, collar, hey, hey, ey Check my collar, collar, hey, hey, ey
Its not that I dont wanna play (play, play) And then I didnt look your way (way, way) Its not like every girls the same (same, same) You gotta know just how to treat this miss Or she will be dismissed
Heyyyyy
Shes got her lipstick on Here I come, da da dum Shes got her lipstick on Hit and run, then Im gone Check my collar, collar, hey, hey, ey Check my collar, collar, hey, hey, ey
Shes got her lipstick on Here I come, da da dum Shes got her lipstick on Hit and run, then Im gone Check my collar, collar, hey, hey, ey Check my collar, collar, hey, hey, ey
Here I come Here I come dum da dum da dum da dum
Here I come Here I come dum da dum da dum da dum
Hit and run Hit and run dum da dum da dum da dum
Then Im gone Then Im gone Gone, gone, gone, gone
Chest Fever
Composer(s): Robbie Robertson
First release by: The Band - 1968
Covered by multiple other artists
I know she's a tracker, any scarlet would back her They say she's a chooser, but I just can't refuse her She was just there, but then she can't be here no more And as my mind unweaves, I feel the freeze down in my knees But just before she leaves, she receives
She's been down in the dunes and she's dealt with the goons Now she drinks from the bitter cup, I'm trying to get her to give it up She was just here, I fear she can't be here no more And as my mind unweaves, I feel the freeze down in my knees But just before she leaves, she receives
It's long, long when she's gone, I get weary holding on Now I'm coldly fading fast, I don't think I'm gonna last Very much longer
"She's stoned" said the Swede, and the moon calf agreed I'm like a viper in shock with my eyes in the clock She was just there somewhere and here I am again And as my mind unweaves, I feel the freeze down in my knees But just before she leaves, she receives
Ramos De Manzanillas Composer(s): León Gieco Performer(s): León Gieco
Ramos de manzanillas llevan tus manos debes cruzar el campo con tu vestido blanco que dice tu corazon a las nubes pasajeras que dice tu corazon al gorrion sobre la leña Oh mujer de tierras mansas dame tu verde en la cabeza ah ah ah ah ah
Que cancion hay en tu vientre que Noviembre se la lleva que cancion dejastes antes que el viento te la devuelve que silbido hay en tu pelo que no estoy yo respirando que me dice el tordo negro que vuela despacio y bajo
Que color hay en tu mente que se mezcla con la hierba hacia donde van tus pasos si el viento viene contrario que cosas vengo arrastrando que es pesado mi camino por llevar cargado el tiempo yo no encuentro mi destino
New Tomorrow Composer(s): Lise Cabble - Jakob Glæsner First performance: A Friend In London - 2011
Come on boys, come on girls In this crazy, crazy world You're the diamonds, you're the pearls Let's make a new tomorrow, today
Wake up, slow down Do nothing right now Breathe in, breathe out Did we forget how to live, to dream And what it all means? It's like we don't care
Who's hot, who's not? Who's got the right upside down? Tonight, tomorrow You're out of time Upstyle, you are back in the line A race to nowhere
Come on boys, come on girls In this crazy, crazy world You're the diamonds, you're the pearls Let's make a new tomorrow
Come on girls, come on boys It's your future, it's your choice And your weapon is your voice Let's make a new tomorrow, today
Turn left, turn right Don't make up your mind Your way to fame is all in vain You get in the spot Then you run out of luck You're going nowhere We can change it all today
Come on boys, come on girls In this crazy, crazy world You're the diamonds, you're the pearls Let's make a new tomorrow
Come on girls, come on boys It's your future, it's your choice And your weapon is your voice Let's make a new tomorrow, today
Come on boys Let's make a new tomorrow
Come on boys, come on girls In this crazy, crazy world You're the diamonds, you're the pearls Let's make a new tomorrow
Come on girls, come on boys It's your future, it's your choice And your weapon is your voice Let's make a new tomorrow, today
Texas (When I Die) Composer(s): Bobby Borchers - Ed Bruce - Patsy Bruce Performer(s): Tanya Tucker
When I die I may not go to heaven I don't know if they let cowboys in If they don't just let me go to Texas, Boy! Texas is as close as I've been
New York couldn't hold my attention Detroit City couldn't sing my song If tomorrow finds me busted flat in Dallas I won't care, 'cause at least I'll know I'm home
When I die I may not go to heaven I don't know if they let cowboys in If they don't just let me go to Texas, Boy! Texas is as close as I've been
I'd ride through all of Hell and half of Texas Just to hear Willie Nelson sing a country song Beer just ain't as cold in old Milwaukee My body's here, but my soul's in San Antone
When I die I may not go to heaven I don't know if they let cowboys in If they don't just let me go to Texas, Boy! Texas is as close as I've been
When I die I may not go to heaven I don't know if they let cowboys in If they don't just let me go to Texas, Boy! Texas is as close as I've been
