Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Seagoon, Sprigs and Bluebottle: Ying tong ying tong Ying tong ying tong Ying tong iddle I po Ying tong ying tong Ying tong iddle I po
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(Sprigs: keep going lad)
Ying tong ying tong Ying tong iddle I po
Seagoon: Look Out!
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Goons: Ying tong ying tong Ying tong ying tong Ying tong iddle I po Ying tong ying tong Ying tong iddle I po Iddle I po Ying tong ying tong Ying tong ying tong Ying tong iddle I po Ying tong ying tong Ying tong iddle I po Iddle I po
Con Diez Años De Menos Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Si fuera diez años más joven, qué feliz y qué descaminado el tono de decir cada palabra desatando un temporal y enloqueciendo la etiqueta ocasional
Los años son, pues, mi mordaza, oh mujer sé demasiado me convierto en mi saber Quisiera haberte conocido años atrás para sacar chispas del agua que me das para empuñar la alevosía y el candor y saber olvidar mejor
Esta mujer propone que salte y me estrelle contra un muro de piedras que alza en el cielo y como combustible me llena de anhelos de besos sin promesa y sentencias sin leyes
Esta mujer propone un pacto que selle la tierra con el viento, la luz con la sombra invoca los misterios del tiempo y me nombra Esta mujer propone que salte y me estrelle sólo para verle sólo para amarle sólo para serle sólo y no olvidarle
Con diez años de menos, no habría esperado por sus proposiciones y hubiera corrido como una fiera al lecho en que nos conocimos impúdico y sangriento, divino y alado
Con diez años de menos, habría blasfemado con savia de su cuerpo quemaría los templos para que los cobarde tomaran ejemplo Con diez años de menos, hubiera matado sólo para verle sólo para amarle sólo para serle sólo y no olvidarle
The Yellow Rose Of Texas/The Eyes Of Texas Composer(s): Wise - Starr - Sinclair - Lance Performer(s): Elvis Presley
Oh the yellow rose of Texas is the only girl I love Her eyes are even bluer than Texas skies above Her heart's as big as Texas and wherever I may go I'll remember her forever because I love her so
There are so many roses that bloom along the way But my heart's in Amarillo and that's where it will stay With the yellow rose of Texas so I'd better get there fast 'Cause I know I was her first love and I want to be her last
Oh the yellow rose of Texas is the only girl I love Her eyes are even bluer than Texas skies above Her heart's as big as Texas and wherever I may go I'll remember her forever because I love her so
The eyes of Texas are upon you all the live long day The eyes of Texas are upon you, you cannot get away Do not think you can escape them at night or early in the morn The eyes of Texas are upon you 'til Gabriel blows his horn
The eyes of Texas are upon you all the live long day The eyes of Texas are upon you, you cannot get away Do not think you can escape them at night or early in the morn The eyes of Texas are upon you 'til Gabriel blows his horn
The eyes of Texas are upon you all the live long day The eyes of Texas are upon you, you cannot get away Do not think you can escape them at night or early in the morn The eyes of Texas are upon you 'til Gabriel blows his horn
Comunque Bella Composer(s): Mogol-Battisti Performer(s): Lucio Battisti
Tu vestita di fiori o di fari in città con la nebbia o i colori cogliere le rose a piedi nudi e poi con la sciarpa stretta al collo bianca come mai ma eri bella bella comunque bella quando l'arcobaleno era in fondo ai tuoi occhi quando sotto al tuo seno l'ira avvelenava il cuore tuo tu vedevi un'altra donna avvicinarsi a me prima ancora che io capissi e riscegliessi te tu eri bella bella comunque bella anche quando un mattino tornasti vestita di pioggia con lo sguardo stravolto da una notte d'amore "siediti qui" "non ti chiedo perdono perché tu sei un uomo" coi capelli bagnati "so che capirai" con quei segni sul viso "mi spiace da morire, sai" coi tuoi occhi arrossati mentre tu mentivi e mi dicevi che ancor più di prima tu amavi me tu eri bella bella, comunque bella
She was the darkest light That I'd ever known Razed in an endless night And made out ofstone I met her in a mission She said "The beams are made of bone" Stories she told made me feel so all alone And I would follow her As she walked in the hills Drinking the silence there Until she had her fill I wanted to take her But I guess I never will
Rosarita your journey is my own They say that your lover is not made of blood and bone The dust from the El Camino upan your face Your mother's in the mansion And your father's in disgrace
One evening I followed her down to the sea Blue eyes and brown body dancing gracefully Voice. in the shadows I was ready for a fight She said remember what you learn tonight And in the moonlight I could see her smile She said you can take me But only for a little while You see my lover has gone so many more miles
Somebody said they saw her running in the wind With tearful eyes never to return again I never was her lover And I never was her friend
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'
