Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Ein Junges Herz ((Adapted from: The Young Ones (Cliff Richard) - 1961)) Composer(s): Sid Tepper - Roy Bennett - Jean Nicolas Performer(s): Peter Kraus - 1962
Versions In Other Languages: 1962 - De Tout Mon Coeur (Les Guitares du Diable) 1995 - Zo Jong En Mooi (Paul Severs)
Dein junges Herz, Darling, ist nicht mehr allein Dein junges Herz, Darling, wird stets bei mir sein Der Traum vom Glück wurde für uns wahr Als ich Dich sah, war die Welt so wunderbar
Morgen, denke nicht an morgen Denn morgen kann so viel gescheh'n Der Traum, das Glück kann so schnell vergeh'n Doch vertrau mir und uns're Liebe bleibt besteh'n
Alles Glück auf Erden wird noch mal so schön Wir ein Paar und über's Jahr wird ein neues Leben werden
Ein junges Herz, Darling, wird dann bei uns sein Ein junges Herz, Darling, unser Sonnenschein Der Traum vom Glück wird in Erfüllung geh'n Und wir Drei werden gemeinsam durch's Leben geh'n
Alles Glück auf Erden wird nochmal so schön Wir ein Paar und über's Jahr wird ein neues Leben werden
Ein junges Herz, Darling, wird dann bei uns sein Ein junges Herz, Darling, unser Sonnenschein Der Traum vom Glück wird in Erfüllung geh'n Und wir drei werden gemeinsam durch's Leben geh'n
Ein junges Herz, Du, ich und ein junges Herz Ein junges Herz, Darling, unser junges Herz
Rose Coloured Glasses Composer(s): Scott McCarl Performer(s): The Raspberries
I'm an ivory tower boy Never quite put down the toys I always made the best of them all I see only sunny skies With the world in my eyes I never seem to find the crack or the fault
I see it all through rose-coloured glasses And I only see what matters to me I see you all through rose-coloured glasses, yeah The one that I chose Is coloured rose
It's a funny sort of haze All full of dreams of yesterdays And the dreams are so real you could cry And you know the grass is green On the side you've never seen And the thought is what helps you get by
Chorus
As I grow a little more And wonder what this all is for And the brass ring is slipping away I will keep the glasses near Maybe shed a quiet tear Maybe smile inside as I say
I see it all through rose-coloured glasses And I only see what matters to me I see you all through rose-coloured glasses, yeah The one that I chose Is coloured
Con Il Nastro Rosa Composer(s): Lucio Battisti; Mogol First release by: Lucio Battisti - 1980 Covered by multiple other artists
Inseguendo una libellula in un prato un giorno che avevo rotto col passato quando già credevo d'esserci riuscito, son caduto una frase sciocca un volgare doppio senso mi ha allarmato: non e' come io la penso ma il sentimento era già un po' troppo denso e son restato chissà, chissà chi sei chissà che sarai, chissà che sarà di noi lo scopriremo solo vivendo comunque adesso ho un po' paura, ora che quest'avventura sta diventando una storia vera spero tanto tu sia sincera un magazzino che contiene tante casse alcune nere, alcune gialle, alcune rosse dovendo scegliere e studiare le mie mosse sono all'impasse mi sto accorgendo che son giunto dentro casa con la mia cassa ancora con il nastro rosa e non vorrei aver sbagliato la mia spesa o la mia sposa chissà, chissà chi sei chissà che sarai, chissà che sarà di noi lo scopriremo solo vivendo comunque adesso ho un po' paura, ora che quest'avventura sta diventando una storia vera spero tanto tu sia sincera
Rose And The Thorn Composer(s): Stacy Sutherland Performer(s): 13th Floor Elevators
A brand new smile on a brand new angel's face It won't change, it won't change You're here to stay until your last living breath is complete It' won't change, it won't change Here she comes, my love with the earth beneath her feet my love she comes She cares I do not ask her why she cares she cares And this is not untold within her eyes spoken by her soul The dawn of truth will rise! Liberty will find us Grown cold, and make him stoned The canon stops it's firing the unknown soldier will come home Faith cannot remain wicked words have been confirmed false A single drop of the rain the rose and and thorn... The Rise and the Fall!
The Yip! Song Composer(s): Robyn Hitchcock Performer(s): Robyn Hitchcock
The old man, he was flesh - they wheeled him in upon a trolley Vera Lynn, Vera Lynn Draw a window on his skin
This old man, he was next - blindfolded to face the volley Vera Lynn, Vera Lynn Love will come of all our sins Painted on my tail fin now Vera Lynn
This old man preserved - in his mind he lay with Molly Vera Lynn, Vera Lynn Septicemia always wins Cleanse us with your healing grin now Vera Lynn
Coma high, coma low Blood is precious, yes or no? I believe in surgery - and that's a fact I believe in making it easy I believe in surgery, but I never act I believe in making it easy
Easy...
This old man, he was gone-he was gone and I was sorry Vera Lynn, Vera Lynn Down I spiral, down I spin Forces sweetheart, I'm your twin now Vera Lynn
Con El Sol De La Mañana Composer(s): Bebu Silvetti Performer(s): Raphael
Hoy quiere llorar mi amor Este es mi dolor por ti Grita con mi corazón tu voz Por volver a aquel ayer Y así siento con mi ansiedad tu piel Jugar con la soledad y yo Sin poderte olvidar Sin lograr ser como fui Que vagaba sin pensar Que reía del amor y de la vida Si con el sol de la mañana Llega el día y tengo ganas de vivir Ya no canto viejas melodías Que contigo compartí Y yo no sé mirar lo hermoso de este mundo Si conmigo tú no estás Porque tu recuerdo a mí me lastima Y por ti quiero llorar
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
Ying tong ying tong Ying tong ying tong Ying tong iddle I po
(Sprigs: keep going lad)
Ying tong ying tong Ying tong iddle I po
Seagoon: Look Out!
Ying tong ying tong Ying tong ying tong Ying tong iddle I po Ying tong ying tong Ying tong iddle I po Ying tong...
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
