Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Not For All The Rice In China Composer(s): Irving Berlin Performer(s): Leo Reisman; and various other artists
Not for all the rice in China Not for all the grapes in France Would I exchange the pleasure That I get from every measure When we dance
Not for all the kilts in Scotland Not for all the bulls in Spain Would I give up arriving At your house although youre Driving me insane
Not for all the onions in Bermuda Or the cheeses that are made by the Swiss Would I exchange that first kiss That you gave me
Not for all the beans in Boston Not for all the knobs on doors Would I agree to part with All the joy you filled my heart with When you said, "Im yours"
Not Enough Indians Composer(s): Herbie Baker; Baker Knight Performer(s): Dean Martin
Wagon train of love Is movin' slow... And I can see the peace-pipe Burnin' low... You criticize each Little thing I do... But listen baby I've got news for you (There's) Too many chiefs And not enough, Indians Around this house... Baby I'm tired A' this old game We play called Cat and mouse... If you don't give Just a little bit more... We're both gonna Loose the race 'Cause there's Too many chiefs And not enough Indians Around this place Trouble on our Happy hunting grounds... 'Cause you keep steppin' Too far out of bounds It's hard to run This reservation right... When you stay on the warpath Day and night (There's) Too many chiefs And not enough, Indians Around this house... Baby I'm tired A' this old game We play called Cat and mouse... If you don't give Just a little bit more... We're both gonna Loose the race 'Cause there's Too many chiefs And not enough Indians Around this place Look at all the things I have to do... To keep this te-pee runnin' Just for you Well times are tough And wampum's hard to save... Just remember who's the squaw And who's the brave (There's) Too many chiefs And not enough, Indians Around this house... Baby I'm tired A' this old game We play called Cat and mouse... If you don't give Just a little bit more... We're both gonna Loose the race 'Cause there's Too many chiefs And not enough Indians Around this place
Not A Second Time Composer(s): John Lennon; Paul McCartney Performer(s): The Beatles; and various other artists
You know you made me cry I see no use in wondering why I cry for you
And now you've changed your mind I see no reason to change mine I cry it's through, oh
You're giving me the same old line I'm wondering why You hurt me then You're back again No, no, no, not a second time not a second time
You know you made me cry I see no use in wondering why I cry for you
And now you've changed your mind I see no reason to change mine I cry it's through, oh
You're giving me the same old line I'm wondering why You hurt me then You're back again No, no, no, not a second time not a second time Not the second time no, no, no, no, no no, no no
Not A Care In The World Composer(s): Vernon Duke; John Latouche Performer(s): Peggy Lee; and various other artists
Though hope is low Im aglow when you smile at me Life is simple as A-B-C Not a thought in my head Not a care in the world Though skies are grey Im as gay as a Disney cow Not a wrinkle upon my brow Not a cent in the red Not a care in the world I view the scene like that queen of old Russia As Kate the Great used to state long ago "Nichevo!" So if I move in a groove with a giddy trot Im a trottin because Ive got Not a bean in my pot Not a care in the world
Though I cant jive I revive when I see your face Not a limp in my merry pace Not a crimp in my style Not a care in the world Though Im a wreck I can peck if you take a chance Not a shine on my blue serge pants Not a crack in my smile Not a care in the world Why should I fret when I bet on a sure thing? Like Nick the Greek used to say every day "Yip-i-ay!" So if Im struttin with nuttin ahead in store Theres a reason I said before Ill repeat it once more Not a care in the world
Quand je repense à nous J'ai le cur qui flambe un peu Comme au temps de nous deux Tu étais fou Comme ceux qui jouent leur cur et leur amour Et qui gagne toujours
Nostalgie Comme une image de Visconti Quand Venise a le cur gris Nostalgie Il pleut sur mes rêves et aussi Sur notre photographie
Et tes baisers de nacre Etaient pour moi comme des sacres de printemps Et de bonheur Mais dans tes yeux de slave Je me suis vue comme une esclave Et je crois bien que j'ai eu peur
Nostalgie Comme un violon de Vivaldi Quand la musique a le cur gris Nostalgie Il pleut sur mes rêves et aussi Sur notre photographie
Tu avais cette insolence Qui me faisait souvent violence Entre le rire et le mépris Tu avais l'air d'un roi Mais ton royaume c'était moi Je ne le comprends qu'aujourd'hui
Nostalgie Aux yeux de Modigliani Quand la palette a le cur gris Nostalgie Il pleut sur mes rêves et aussi Sur notre photographie Et je sais aujourd'hui Que sa vie On peut la perdre aussi
Nostalgias Tucumanas Composer(s): Atahualpa Yupanqui Performer(s): Paco de Lucia & E. Montoya
Noches de Tucumán luna la de Tafí Quién pudiera volverse para los cerros, ¡ ay, ay de mí! Zambas para bailar arpa, bombo y violín recuerdos y esperanzas en los pañuelos, ¡ ay, ay de mí!
¡ Suena guitarra fiel compañera ! Repiqueteando zambas la vida entera, ¡ ay, ay de mí!
Cerros color azul perfumados de azahar naranjales en mayo y en primavera los amancay
Noches de Tucumán luna la de Tafí Quién pudiera volverse para los cerros ¡ ay, ay de mí!
Jogamos nosso bolero Na ronda dos oceanos A vida vem como em ondas Dizia nosso poeta Nossa canção incompleta Pode esperar vinte anos O amor faz ondas redondas Até quebrar como eu quero
Como o meu jeito de amar se ajeitava com você Louco, eu não imaginava uma noite sem você Como é sincero poder Querer os pulsos cortar Como é bolero chegar E perder a coragem Foi tão bonito você me emprestar a vida assim Ver que eu não tinha saída e seguir por onde eu vim Como eu adoro você Quando você me sorri Quando sabemos que aqui Termina nossa viagem
Nosferatu Composer(s): Hugh Cornwell; Robert Williams Performer(s): Hugh Cornwell
Peelers whistle in the distance Stand no chance of catching on Horses gallop never faster Must get back before the dawn Slips away into the distance Cold grip on the carriage arm Lifeless eyes with no reflection We may die but he'll go on Nosferatu!
Nos Avocats Composer(s): Charles Aznavour Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Nous avons vécu ensemble Aveuglés d'amour Mais le temps ne se ressemble Pas jour après jour Aujourd'hui la tendre guerre A cédé le pas Aux astuces et honoraires
Souviens-toi que notre route Ne fut pas aisée Nos parents ayant des doutes Étaient opposés À ce mariage précoce Dont l'issue est là À présent sont à la noce Que nos avocats
Tu fournis de fausses preuves Pourquoi s'en priver La pratique n'est pas neuve J'en ai au dossier Dans cette joute hypocrite Truffée de coup bas Nous avons l'accord tacite De nos avocats
Et s'il faut que l'on fignole Dans l'aberration On dira que tu es folle Que j'ai des liaisons Sans peur on peut s'en remettre Ils sont là pour ça À ceux qu'on appelle maître À nos avocats
S'il y a faux témoignages D'amis, de voisins Le juriste ne s'engage Pas sur ce terrain Ce genre de stratégie Est contraire en soi À la déontologie De nos avocats
On bloque le compte en banque Et pour l'occasion Aucun de nous n'est en manque D'imagination La procédure sévère Peut durer des mois Dans l'intérêt pécuniaire De nos avocats
Quand le verdict on le gobe Perdu ou gagné L'homme de loi plie sa robe Range ses dossiers Il a enfin clos l'affaire Faut passer par là C'est l'heure des honoraires De nos avocats
Mais bonne ou mauvaise cause Malgré quelques excès Ils seront les virtuoses De notre procès Avec plus ou moins de chance La loi c'est la loi Quelles qu'en soit les conséquences Et quoi qu'on en dise ou pense Il nous faut faire confiance À nos avocats
Norwegian Wood (This Bird Has Flown) Composer(s): Paul McCartney; John Lennon Performer(s): The Beatles; and various other artists
I once had a girl Or should I say She once had me She showed me her room Isnt it good? Norwegian wood She asked my to stay and told me sit anywhere So I looked around and I noticed there wasnt a chair I sat on a rug Biding my time Drinking her wine We talked until two And then she said Its time for bed She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh I told her I didnt, and crawled off to sleep in the bath And when I awoke I was alone This bird has flown So I lit a fire Isnt it good? Norwegian wood
Den stolte Skute seiler I Stormen sprang hun lekk Kapteinen höit paa Hytten staar: Op alle Mand paa Dekk! Vaar Skute maa gaa under Den kan ei naa til Land Gjör Jollen klar og gaa i den Redde sig hvem som kan |: Farvel, hver Ven, Farvel, :| Jeg bliver ombord Jeg tager min Törn Redd i Eders Liv kun For Kone og Börn Ja redd Eders Liv kun Thi jeg beder til Himmelens Gud Thi jeg fölger mit stolte Skib Ned paa Havets Bund
North To Alaska Composer(s): Michael Phillips Performer(s): Johnny Horton; and various other artists
North to Alaska! Go north, the rush is on North to Alaska! Go north, the rush is on
Big Sam left Seattle in the year of ninety-two With George Pratt, his partner, and brother Billy too They crossed the Yukon river and found the bonanza gold Below that old white mountain Just a little southeast of Nome
Sam crossed the Majestic mountains to the valleys far below He talked to his team of huskies As he mushed them thru the snow With the northern lights a runnin' wild In the land of the midnight sun Yes Sam McCord was a mighty man In the year of nineteen-one
Where the river is windin' big nuggets they're findin' North to Alaska go north the rush is on
(Way up north, north to Alaska) (Way up north, north to Alaska)
North to Alaska! Go north, the rush is on North to Alaska! Go north, the rush is on
George turned to Sam with his gold in his hand Said "Sam you're a-lookin' at a lonely lonely man I'd trade all the gold that's buried in this land For one small band of gold to place on sweet little Jenny's hand"
'Cause a man needs a woman to love him all the time Remember, Sam, a true love is so hard to find I'd build for my Jenny a honeymoon home Below that old white mountain Just a little southeast of Nome
Where the river is windin' big nuggets they're findin' North to Alaska go north the rush is on
North to Alaska go north the rush is on
(Way up north, north to Alaska) (Way up north, north to Alaska)
Fade
(Way up north, north to Alaska) (Way up north, north to Alaska)
North And South Of The River Composer(s): Bono & The Edge; Christy Moore Performer(s): Christy Moore; U2
I want to reach out over the lough And feel your hand across the water Walk with you along an unapproved road Not looking over my shoulder I want to see I want to hear To understand your fears But we're north and south of the river
I've been doing it wrong all of my life This holy town has turned me over A young man running from what he didn't understand As the wind from the lough just blew colder and colder
There was a badness that had its way But love was not lost it just got mislaid North and south of the river
Can we stop playing these old tattoos? Darling I don't have the answer I want to meet you where you are I don't need you to surrender There is no feeling so alone as when the one you're hurting is your own North and south of the river
Some high ground is not worth taking Some connections are not worth making There's an old church bell no longer ringing And some old songs not worth singing
North and south of the river North and south of the river
Norman Composer(s): John D. Loudermilk Performer(s): Sue Thompson; and various other artists
Norman
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Norman, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Norman, Norman, my love
Jimmy called me on the phone but I was gone, not at home Cuz I was out parked all alone with darlin Norman Bill invited me to a show but I said no, cannot go Theres a dress that Ive got to sew and wear for Norman
Norman holds me close to him, Norman kisses me and then Norman knows my heart belongs to him and him and only him, oh
Un mundo de hadas frente al ataúd un rosario roto frente a la mesa de luz la llave del piano, la corbata siempre azul sólo Radicura para el bien de la salud la licorería dentro del placard para ahogar las penas que ya nunca vendrán y te miré cuando llegabas al normal...
1 nunca sabe uno buscará, lleno de esperanzas los caminos del azar uno Normal 1 siempre volverá si uno se mirase desde afuera sin piedad... sin llorar, sin bondad sin jamás dejarse engañar sin hablar, sin pensar sin tocar las flores del mal...
algo llegó a su fin y no hay caso debería romper la ilusión no volveré a salir de tu mano todo pasó por un Marshall...
Cuando el uniforme generaba frenesí... cuando la bandera idolatrada cuando la Fernández se peinaba el peluquín... cuando no creíamos en nada... cuando vos cruzabas ésas piernas para mi... cuando simplemente me mojaba...
Ringo ya afinaba el tambor de Let it be mientras todo esto se esfumaba...
Nord Sud Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
En pleine jungle je chantais l'amour et la crasse Pour quelques joints, du soleil, du rhum et des passes J'avais la musique sous les ongles Et la langue bien pendue Je laissais s'exciter le monde Au fond de ma vallée perdue Ecoutez bien ce que je vous dis Je suis pas du Nord je suis d'ici C'est pas vraiment le paradis Je sais ce que je veux et ce que je dis Love me or leave me Le marchand d'armes leur a dit Chante bien ce mec Je vous file des guns à crédit Et je me tire avec Pas le temps de finir ma chanson Que ce vieux rats me braque Je reste seul sur l'écran Où sifflent des matraques Love me or leave me Alors ecoute-moi tout s'arrange toujours Même...mal Les lumières élimées de Metropolis Les cow boys ratés sont dans la police Ce vieux monde va crever Ce vieux monde craque Etat d'urgence d'exception Arrêtez le massacre Tu m'as cassé les doigts dis Laisse moi mourir ou partir dis Je reviens sur ce que je dis (ah non) Love me or leave me J'ai tué le crocodile qui suivait mes traces Je l'ai plumé désossé et mangé sur place Liberté t'as pas de prix Mais pour l'angoisse c'est gratuit Je reviens pas sur ce que je dis Love me or leave me
Noordzee English Title: Golden Vanity Composer(s): Noel Paul Stookey; Mary Travers; Peter Yarrow; Lennaert Nijgh Performer(s): Boudewijn de Groot
Daar zeilde op de Noordzee, de Noordzee wijd en koud Een schip zo zwaar beladen met 's werelds ijdel goud Daar kwam de Spanjaard dreigen te roven onze goud Toen we voeren op de Noordzee, de Noordzee, de Noordzee Al op de Noordzee wijd en koud
't Was onze jongste makker, een jongen sterk en koen Die sprak al tot de schipper: "Wat zult gij aan mij doen Wanneer ik wil gaan zwemmen en ginds het Spaans galjoen doen zinken In de Noordzee, de Noordzee, de Noordzee, al in de Noordzee zinken doen"
"Ik zal u geven zilver, een wapen en blazoen Mijn eigen jonge dochter zal ik u huwen doen Wanneer gij wilt gaan zwemmen en ginds het Spaans galjoen doen zinken In de Noordzee, de Noordzee, de Noordzee, al in de Noordzee zinken doen"
De jongen bad de hemel, sprong daarna overboord En heeft in 's vijands scheepswand drie gaten toen geboord En van de trotse Spanjaard is nimmer meer gehoord op heel de wijde Noordzee De Noordzee, de Noordzee, op heel de Noordzee meer gehoord
De jongen zwom weer terug en de mannen juichten luid Maar onze schipper gaf hem zijn dochter niet als bruid Al smeekte ook de jongen: "Haal mij het water uit" De schipper gaf de Noordzee, de Noordzee, de Noordzee Gaf hem de Noordzee als zijn bruid
De mannen redden hem toen, maar op het dek stierf hij Na het een, twee, drie, in Godsnaam, dreef weg met het getij Een koene jonge zeeheld, veel jonger nog dan wij En zonk toen in de Noordzee, de Noordzee, de Noordzee En in de Noordzee weg zonk hij
None Of Us Are Free Composer(s): Barry Mann; Brenda Russell; Cynthia Weil Performer(s): Solomon Burke; and various other artists
Well you better listen my sisters and brothers 'cause if you do you can hear there are voices still calling across the years And they're all crying across the ocean and they're crying across the land and they will till we all come to understand
None of us are free None of us are free None of us are free, one of us are chained None of us are free
And there are people still in darkness and they just can't see the light If you don't say it's wrong then that says it right We got try to feel for each other, let our brothers know that we care Got to get the message, send it out loud and clear
(Chorus)
It's a simple truth we all need, just to hear and to see None of us are free, one of us is chained None of us are free now I swear your salvation isn't too hard too find None of us can find it on our own We've got to join together in spririt, heart and mind So that every soul who's suffering will know they're not alone
(Chorus)
If you just look around you you're gonna see what I say Cause the world is getting smaller each passing day Now it's time to start making changes and it's time for us all to realize that the truth is shining real bright right before our eyes
