Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Year That Clayton Delaney Died Composer(s): Tom T. Hall First release by: Tom T. Hall - 1971 Covered by multiple other artists
I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died They said for the last two weeks that he suffered and cried It made a big impression on me, although I was a barefoot kid They said he got religion at the end and I'm glad that he did
Clayton was the best guitar picker in our town I thought he was a hero and I used to follow Clayton around I often wondered why Clayton, who seemed so good to me Never took his guitar and made it down in Tenn-o-see
Well, Daddy said he drank a lot, but I could never understand I knew he used to pick up in Ohio with a five-piece band Clayton used to tell me, "Son you better put that old guitar away There ain't no money in it, it'll lead you to an early grave"
I guess if I'd admit it, Clayton taught me how to drink booze I can see him half-stoned a-pickin' out the lovesick blues When Clayton died I made him a promise, I was gonna carry on somehow I'd give a hundred dollars if he could only see me now
I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died Nobody ever knew it but I went out in the woods and I cried Well, I know there's a lotta big preachers that know a lot more than I do But it could be that the good Lord likes a little pickin' too Yeah, I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died
Ich bin allein, mal wieder ganz allein Stahr auf dem Fernsehschirm, stahr auf dem Fernsehschirm Auf Heute noch nichts zu tun, auf Heute noch nichts zu tun Ich brauch ein Rendez-vous, ich brauch ein Rendez-vous
Ich wähl die Nummer, ich wähl die Nummer Rufe Bildschirmtext, rufe Bildschirmtext Auf Heute noch nichts zu tun, auf Heute noch nichts zu tun Ich brauch ein Rendez-vous, ich brauch ein Rendez-vous
Rosarita Composer(s): Neil Sedaka; Dara Sedaka Performer(s): Neil Sedaka
Nine sharp, here in the dark And my dream girl's struttin' again Back in to my fantasy world She's a vision in red Wild eyes, long hair And a body hard to describe Don't care what the people might say I think I love you, you woman child You make my dream world come alive
Hot stuff, never get enough Don't you know that you're my dream lover I know that you've been around But that's not stoppin' my ecstasy Rosarita, make me crazy Got to be my baby I'll tell the world that you're mine all mine You're my fantasy, you're my special fantasy, you're my fantasy, Rosarita
One stolen night in her arms And for sure my body's on fire One touch and I'm needin' her more My lips are filled with desire They say I'll get over you But the feelin' continues to grow Here comes the burnin' again I think I love you, you woman child You make my dream world come alive
Hot stuff, never get enough Don't you know that you're my dream lover I know that you've been around But that's not stoppin' my ecstasy Rosarita, make me crazy Got to be my baby I'll tell the world that you're mine all mine You're my fantasy, you're my special fantasy, you're my fantasy, Rosarita
I think I love you, you woman child You make my dream world come alive
Hot stuff, never get enough Don't you know that you're my dream lover I know that you've been around But that's not stoppin' my ecstasy Rosarita, make me crazy Got to be my baby I'll tell the world that you're mine all mine You're my fantasy, you're my special fantasy, you're my fantasy, Rosarita Rosa Rosarita Rosarita, Rosa Rosarita Rosarita, Rosa Rosarita...
The Year Of Our Love Composer(s): Davie - Moore Performer(s): Tommy Leonetti
Skies and skates and in January Fireside dates in February March winds when our hearts were flyin' high Higher then a kite up in the sky The year of our love
Strolls we took in April showers Sundays when we picked May flowers Moonlight and the midnight swim in June Wond'rin' how it got so late so soon The year of our love
July, and those holidays apart August, you hurried back to ease my aching heart September, the plans we made October saw them fade You denied it in November
Tried to hide it thru December Then you taught me how a heart can grow When you said goodbye on New Year's Eve The year of our love The year of our love
She does aerobics to start the day But you can find her playing video games On her home computer screen She's the best you've ever seen
She keeps appointments, she's never late Only goes out on computer dates Made on answering machines She's the all-American teen
She's growing up in the computer age Her mind's in gear Her heart's been disengaged The future's clear It's all been pre-arranged She's growing up in the computer age
She's a product of society Completely lacking personality She was brought into the world As a test tube baby girl
Her name is Debbie, or Cathy, or Sue Maybe you know her Maybe it's you She's become like all the rest Who've been programmed for success
She's growing up in the computer age Her mind's in gear Her heart's been disengaged The future's clear It's all been pre-arranged She's growing up in the computer age
She's got American Bandstand To show her how to dance She's got cable movies To tell her about romance But she won't dream of Mr. Right Electric blankets keep her warm at night
She's growing up in the computer age Her mind's in gear Her heart's been disengaged The future's clear It's all been pre-arranged She's growing up in the computer age
Growin' up, growin' up She's got an IBM That's the apple of her eye She doesn't think for herself Leads an automated life Growin' up
Rosanna Composer(s): David Paich Performer(s): Toto; and various other artists
All I want to do when I wake up in the morning is to see your eyes Rosanna, Rosanna Never thought that a girl like you could ever care for me Rosanna All I want to do in the middle of the evening is to hold you tight Rosanna, Rosanna I didn't know you were looking for more than I could ever give Not quite a year since she went away Rosanna, yeah Now she's gone and I have to say
Meet you all the way Meet you all the way Rosanna, yeah Meet you all the way Rosanna, yeah
I can see your face still shining through the window on the other side Rosanna, Rosanna I didn't know that a girl like you could meke me feel so sad Rosanna All I want to tell you is that no one will never ever have to compromise Rosanna, Rosanna I've never thought that losing you could ever hurt so bad Not quite a year since she went away Rosanna, yeah Now she's gone and I have to say
Meet you all the way Meet you all the way Rosanna, yeah Meet you all the way Rosanna, yeah
Not quite a year since she went away Rosanna, yeah Now she's gone and I have to say
Meet you all the way Meet you all the way Rosanna, yeah Meet you all the way Rosanna, yeah
Yankee Doodle Boy Composer(s): George M. Cohan First performance by: George M. Cohan - 1904 Covered by multiple other artists
I'm the kid that's all the candy I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy I'm glad I am, So's Uncle Sam
I'm a real live Yankee Doodle Made my name and fame and boodle Just like Mister Doodle did, by riding on a pony
I love to listen to the Dixie strain "I long to see ther girl I left behind me!" And that ain't a josh, She's a Yankee, by gosh Oh, say can you see Anything about a Yankee that's a phoney?
I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy A Yankee Doodle, do or die A real live nephew of my Uncle Sam's Born on the Fourth of July
I've got a Yankee Doodle sweetheart She's my Yankee Doodle joy Yankee Doodle came to London Just to ride the ponies
I am the Yankee Doodle Boy
Father's name was Hezikiah, Mother's name was Ann Maria Yanks through and through. Red, White and Blue Father was so Yankee hearted, When the Spanish war was started He slipped in his uniform and hopped upon a pony
My mother's mother was a Yankee free My father's father was a Yankee too And that's going some, For the Yankees by gosh Oh, say can you see Any thing about my pedigree that's phoney?
I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy A Yankee Doodle, do or die A real live nephew of my Uncle Sam's Born on the Fourth of July
Comptine Pour Clementine Composer(s): Jean Ferrat; Guy Thomas Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Qui frappe à coups redoublés À ta porte verrouillée Sans s'occuper des voisins Qu'aiment pas le tambourin C'est le méchant loup ma mie C'est le méchant loup C'est le méchant loup ma mie C'est le méchant loup
La clé fait deux petits tours Entrez monsieur mon amour Entrez mon printemps joli Mon oiseau de paradis Voilà le muguet ma mie Voilà le muguet Voilà le muguet ma mie Voilà le muguet
Pour ta si cruelle absence Faudra faire pénitence Un pater c'est bien le moins Et trois ave sur mon sein À ta volonté ma mie À ta volonté À ta volonté ma mie À ta volonté
Dieu nous donne le charbon Au diable tous tes jupons Accroche au clou tes dentelles Et cisaille tes ficelles Tirons le rideau ma mie Tirons le rideau Tirons le rideau ma mie Tirons le rideau
Oublions les hypocrites Les fabricants d'eau bénite Voilà le premier baiser Que tu dois apprivoiser Comme un papillon ma mie Comme un papillon Comme un papillon ma mie Comme un papillon
Il n'y a pas de morale Dans ma chanson de cigale Il n'y a c'est instinctif Qu'un petit cri subversif Merde à la fourmi ma mie Merde à la fourmi Merde à la fourmi ma mie Merde à la fourmi
Rosanna Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot Performer(s): Gordon Lightfoot
Rosanna makes my day begin With kisses for a king And coffee on a silver tray She sees the shape I'm in And if she should ever break away I'd follow close behind her 'Cause Rosanna yes Rosanna Rules my heart
Rosanna knows the times I keep A fire softly glows And the shadows lick the walls She knows when I'm asleep The dinner's served at eight o'clock on time And all is well by nine 'Cause Rosanna yes Rosanna Rules my heart
Rosanna moves across the floor Her perfume fills the air As she walks beside my easy chair I touch her hand once more And I may never sleep again I like the bag she put me in
Rosanna knows the ways of a man But not the way I feel I don't really care what happens now It's catch me if you can For no matter what occasion should arise She likes to sympathize 'Cause Rosanna yes Rosanna Rosanna, Rosanna Rules my heart
Je t'apprendrai l'eau la lumière L'arbre la source le torrent Le secret des vignes des pierres Le bruit du vent Toi tu m'apprendras la panthère Le chat le renard et l'oiseau Le cri blessé du solitaire Loin du troupeau Nous apprendrons à voir les choses Et leur pourquoi et leur comment J'aurai l'innocence des roses Toi des enfants
Comprendre La fleur et le fruit Comprendre Le monde aujourd'hui
Tu m'apprendras tes yeux de fleur Tes bras colliers tes hanches flammes Ton rêve abeille et crève-coeur Ton rire femme Je serai l'ombre qui te suit Cette part toujours en nous-mêmes Qui se dérobe à l'autre et fuit Ce que l'on aime Nous apprendrons à nous connaître En jetant bas les interdits Je serai la fenêtre ouverte Et toi la nuit
Comprendre La fleur et le fruit Comprendre Ce qui nous unit
Nous conjuguerons l'avenir À chaque instant présent dans toi En partageant le vin le rire Avec ceux-là Qui vivent plus haut que leurs songes Qui haïssent la solitude Qui chassent l'ombre et le mensonge Des habitudes Nous apprendrons à voir le monde Avec ces hommes d'aujourd'hui Dont les rêves aux nôtres se fondent À l'infini
Comprendre La fleur et le fruit Comprendre L'homme d'aujourd'hui
Ya te estoy recordando, Rosana aunque no te hayas ido el lucero que brilla mañana es lo que te he querido Ya te estoy recordando, elegida como un reo en la sombra resucita el color de la vida lo acaricia y lo nombra
Ni un centavo te cuesta este beso pues mi alma lo paga Sólo espero lo mismo por eso hasta el fin de la saga Cuando escriban la vida los buenos al final vencedores se sabrá que no usamos veneno como aroma de flores
Brotará de la sangre ternura inocencia y espejos donde irán a correr travesuras nuevos niños y viejos Servirá de señal cada huella de las horas felices Se sabrá tanto de las estrellas como de cicatrices
Y el camino que emprendas, Rosana será mejor a veces porque en otros momentos, cubana tu llorarás con creces Ya te vas Yo no me quedo y no atino a saber qué ha pasado Sólo sé que, por causa o destino ya no estas a mi lado
Comprami Un Juke-Box
((French Version: Achète Moi Un Juke-Box (by Dalida))
Composer(s): Georges Garvarentz - Clement Nicholas
Performer(s): Dalida
Amo andare a scuola e mi piace studiar Alla sera invece veglio solo ballar E questa mia passione non la so dominar Percio' non dir di no
Oh oh papà! Vorrei avere un juke-box Oh oh oh papà! Ti prego comprami un juke-box Se mi accontenti io ti prometto Che d'ora in poi non usciro' mai più Staro' buonissima a a fare i compiti E ascoltero' Peppino, Dallara e Celentano
E e Dalida! Macchè, macchè ballar Dalida! Che strana novita Dalida! Che c'entra quella là
Oh oh papà Vorrei avere un juke-box Oh oh oh papà Ti prego comprami un juke-box C'è tanto posto non ti agitare Lo metterai a fianco del buffet Cramato e lucido fa soprammobile E poi ti dà, Peppino, Dallara e Celentano
E e Dalida! Peppino di Capri Dalida! Dallara e Celentano Dalida! Senti questi qu'à
Invitero un po di gente a ballar Qualche rock qualche twist E forse anche tu mi aiuterai a spostar Il tavolo il tappeto la TV
Oh oh papà Vorrei avere un juke-box Oh oh oh papà Ti prego comprami un juke-box Tu spendi meno se resto in casa E in quanto a me lo ci guadagnero' Perchè gli amici miei Dovranno' gettonar per ascoltar Peppino, Dallara e Celentano
E e Dalida! Ma non hanno capito niente Dalida! E come glielo spieghero Dalida! Ma in fondo perchè no
Completely Sweet Composer(s): Eddie Cochran; Jerry Capehart Performer(s): Eddie Cochran
Well completely sweet that's my baby Completely sweet, I don't mean maybe Well completely sweet that's my baby Completely sweet, I don't mean maybe And I love her more 'n' more each day She's so completely sweet
Well a-just like a-honey, that the bees bring in Mmm, a-just like a honey, that the bees bring in Mmm, I get my sugar, when I kiss her on the chin
Well the sugar in my coffee, well the sugar in my tea Well the sugar in my coffee, mmmm the sugar in my tea Mmm, they both taste better, with a sugar on my knee
Rosalita (Come Out Tonight) Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band
Spread out now Rosie
doctor come cut loose her mama's reins You know playin' blind man's bluff is a little baby's game You pick up Little Dynamite I'm gonna pick up Little Gun And together we're gonna go out tonight and make that highway run You don't have to call me lieutenant Rosie and I don't want to be your son The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft sweet little girl's tongue and
Rosie you're the one Dynamite's in the belfry playin' with the bats Little Gun's downtown in front of Woolworth's tryin' out his attitude on all the cats Papa's on the corner waitin' for the bus Mama she's home in the window waitin' up for us She'll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs `cause you know we ain't gonna come I ain't here for business, I'm only here for fun
Rosalita jump a little lighter, senorita come sit by my fire I just want to be your lover ain't no liar, Rosalita you're my stone desire
Jack the Rabbit and Weak Knees Willie you know they're gonna be there Ah sloppy Sue and Big Bones Billie they'll be comin' up for air We're gonna play some pool skip some school act real cool Stay out all night it's gonna feel alright Rosie come out tonight, Rosie come out tonight Windows are for cheaters chimneys for the poor Closets are for hangers winners use the door
Rosalita jump a little...
Now I know your mama she don't like me `cause I play in a rock and roll band And I know your daddy he don't dig me but he never did understand Papa lowered the boom he locked you in your room I'm comin' to lend a hand I'm comin' to liberate you confiscate you I want to be your man Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny But now you're sad your mama's mad And your papa says he knows that I don't have any money Tell him this is last chance to get his daughter in a fine romance Because a record company Rosie just gave me a big advance
My tires were slashed and I almost crashed but the Lord had mercy My machine she's a dud out stuck in the mud somewhere in the swamps of Jersey Hold on tight stay up all night `cause Rosie I'm comin' on strong By the time we meet the morning light I will hold you in my arms I know a pretty little place in Southern California down San Diego way There's a little cafe where they play guitars all night and day You can hear them in the back room strummin' So hold tight baby `cause don't you know daddy's comin'
The writing's on the subway wall I'm sorry that I never called I, I never phoned or wrote to you It's silly 'cause I wanted to
Oh yes, the subway wall sadly seems to say it all It's my mistake, I know that now a bit too late to cry...
You're somewhere else with someone else and here am I, all by myself An empty wall, and empty me I write the things that should've been
I tell the world how much I care and miss the one that isn't there Oh - The writing on the wall Oh - The writing on the wall Oh - The writing on the wall Oh - The writing on the wall...
The writing's on the subway wall and give or take a year or so someone will come and rub it out delete the words that hurt my heart
Oh yes, there will remain a little hurt, a little stain the memory can still be read upon the wall inside my head
Oh - The writing on the wall (right on) Oh - The writing on the wall Oh - The writing on the wall (write on) Oh - The writing on the wall Oh - The writing on the wall...
Complete Control Composer(s): Topper Headon; Paul Simonon; Joe Strummer; Michael Geoffrey Jones First release by: The Clash - 1977 Covered by multiple other artists
They said release 'Remote Control' But we didn't want it on the label They said, "Fly to Amsterdam" The people laughed but the press went mad
On the last tour my mates couldn't get in I'd open up the back door but they'd get run out again At every hotel we was met by the Law Come for the party - come to make sure!
Ooh ooh ooh have we done something wrong? Ooh ooh ooh complete control, even over this song
They said we'd be artistically free When we signed that bit of paper They meant let's make a lotsa mon-ee An' worry about it later
Ooh ooh ooh I'll never understand Ooh ooh ooh complete control - lemme see your other hand!
All over the news spread fast They're dirty, they're filthy They ain't gonna last!
This is Joe Public speaking I'm controlled in the body, controlled in the mind
Rosalita Composer(s): Åge Aleksandersen Performer(s): Åge Aleksandersen & Mikael Wiehe
Når du ser på mæ fra en TV-skjerm Når di avmakt og redsel når mæ her hjemme Når et ansikt, et menneskebarn trenge sæ frem Æ vil glemme Æ vil glemme Æ vil glemme Och när du upplever världen som iskall och stor Ska jag stå upp och sloss för deg älskade bror Jag skal skydda deg mot orättvis och vold Aldrig glömma Aldrig glömma Aldrig glömma
Det e ingen som vil dæ te livs no i natt Du e ei stjerne, en konge Du eie en skatt Du e liten, men stor Du e størst på vår jord Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans Du e ei stjerne, en konge Du eie en skatt Og vi passe på dæ i natt
Samisk tekst Go du morala calmmit deivet mu Go don oððasiin siivudit muitalat Olbmománná Mo heive Mun jurddaan Mun in hálit, in hálit gullat Mutho dieðán in sáhte lovpetge Go mus oappát Ja vieljat mu dárbbait De vaikko máilbmi garas ja balddonas lea in áiggo goassige ciehkádit gal
Det finns ingen som hotar ditt liv här i natt Du är en stjärna, en kung För du äger en skatt Du är liten, men enda det största som finns på jorden
Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans Ni är stenar som gnistrar i främtidens skatt Och vi skyddar er alla nu i natt
Når verden høgg tak i mæ kald og stor Vil æ reis mæ å sloss for kvar søster og bror Æ ska vær der på vakt imot urett og vold Aldri glemme Aldri glemme Aldri glemme
Behind the barbed-wired fences the suns going down Youre eating your ration sitting on the ground Youve stopped counting the days till youll get away as the smoke from the campfire put tears in your eyes I know that you know there will come a time when the wheels of fortune will spin the other way around You shall not have lost your childhood in vain for the sake of the fanatical greedy, insaine
Det e ingen som vil dæ te livs no i natt Du e ei stjerne, en konge Du eie en skatt Du e liten, men stor Du e størst på vår jord Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans Ni är stenar som gnistrar i främtidens skatt Så vi skyddar er alla nu i natt
Det e ingen som vil dæ te livs no i natt Du e ei stjerne, en konge Du eie en skatt Du e liten, men stor Du e størst på vår jord Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans Du e ei stjerne, en konge Du eie en skatt Vi ska passe på dæ i natt
Complainte Pour Ste-Catherine Composer(s): Philippe Tatartcheff; Anna McGarrigle First release by: Kate & Anna McGarrigle - 1975 Covered by multiple other artists
Moi j' me promène sous Ste-Catherine J' profite de la chaleur du métro Je n' me regarde pas dans les vitrines Quand il fait trente en-dessous d' zéro
Y a longtemps qu'on fait d' la politique Vingt ans de guerre contre les moustiques
Je ne me sens pas intrépide Quand il fait fret j' fais pas du ski J'ai pas d' motel aux Laurentides Le samedi c'est l' soir du hockey
Y a longtemps qu'on fait d' la politique Vingt ans de guerre contre les moustiques
Faut pas croire que j' suis une imbécile Parce que j' chauffe pas une convertible La gloire c'est pas mal inutile Au prix du gaz c'est trop pénible
Y a longtemps qu'on fait d' la politique Vingt ans de guerre contre les moustiques
On est tous frères pis ça s'adonne Qu'on a toujours eu du bon temps Parce qu'on reste sur la terre des hommes Même les femmes et les enfants
Y a longtemps qu'on fait d' la politique Vingt ans de guerre contre les moustiques
Croyez pas qu'on est pas chrétiens Le dimanche on promène son chien
