Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Tu Étais Toi Composer(s): Charles Aznavour Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Tu étais toi Toi c'était tout un monde Vivant à la seconde Comme si il avait peur Tu étais toi Toi un million de chose Un printemps qui explose Un torrent qui se meurt Tu étais toi Toi toute la nature La brise qui murmure Et l'orage en fureur Et j'étais moi Jardinier de tes rêves Que je cueillais sans trêve Au jardin de ton coeur
Tu étais toi Toi la source limpide Qu'un voyageur avide Trouve dans le désert Tu étais toi Toi la source divine Du soleil sur les ruines D'un coeur à découvert Tu étais toi L'étoile de la chance Qui est la providence Du marin de la mer Et j'étais toi Le spectateur unique De pièces fantastiques Aux cent actes divers
Mais tu étais toi Toi un coeur sans patrie Tu as repris la vie Depuis je sais que pour toujours Je serai moi Triste loup solitaire L'ombre de mes chimères Dépossédé de mon amour
I Used To Work In Chicago (Traditional) Performer(s): Three Bits Of Rhythm and multiple other artists
We used to work in Chicago In a department store We worked in the candy department We did, but we don't anymore A lady came in for some candy "And what will you have?" we said "Kisses" she said, and kisses she got We'll never work there anymore
And then we got fired
I used to work in Chicago In a department store (You did?) I worked in the hat dept I did, but I don't anymore (What happened?) A lady came in for a hat one day "What'll you have?" I said (What'd she say?) "Felt," she said, and felt 'er I did I'll never work there anymore
That was my Wife! She's all right I'm not talkin' to you I'm not askin' you Ooh!
I used to work in Chicago In a department store I worked in the glove department I did, but I don't anymore A lady came in for some gloves one day "And what will you have?" I said (What she say?) "Rubber" she said, and rub 'er I did I'll never work there anymore
I love my work I bet you do
I used to work in Chicago In a department store I worked in the shoe department I did, but I don't anymore A lady came in for some shoes one day "What kind would you like?" I said "Boot" she said, and boot 'er I did I'll never work there anymore
You get a kick out the work, don't you? Well, you see, that was my mother-in-law
I used to work in Chicago In a department store I worked in the stockings department I did, but I don't anymore A lady came in for some stockings "And what'll you have?" I said "Hose" she said, and hose she got I'll never work there anymore
You're fired! You can't fire him, he means Nylons Ooh!
I used to work in Chicago In a department store I worked in the bakery department I did, but I don't anymore (Make any dough, Joe?) A lady came in for some bakeries "And what will you have?" I said "A layer" she said, a layer she got I'll never work there anymore
I love my work
I used to work in Chicago In a department store I worked in the poultry department I did, but I don't anymore A lady came in for some poultry one day "And what will you have?" I said "A goose" she said, and a goose she got I'll never work there anymore
We used to work in Chicago In a department store We worked in the meat department We did, but we don't anymore A lady came in for some meat one day "And what will you have?" we said "Baloney" she said, and we don't do that We'll never work there anymore
El Arado Composer(s): Victor Jara
Performer(s): Victor Jara
and multiple other artists
Aprieto firme mi mano y hundo el arado en la tierra hace años que llevo en ella ¿como no estar agotado?
Vuelan mariposas, cantan grillos la piel se me pone negra y el sol brilla, brilla, brilla el sudor me hace surcos yo hago surcos a la tierra sin parar
Afirmo bien la esperanza cuendo pienso en la otra estrella nunca es tarde me dice ella la paloma volara
Vuelan mariposas, cantan grillos la piel se me pone negra y el sol brilla, brilla, brilla y en la tarde cuando vuelvo en el cielo apareciendo una estrella Nunca es tarde, me dice ella la paloma volara, volara, volara como el yugo de apretado tengo el puño esperanzado porque todo cambiara
Tu es toujours la même Tu as toujours dans les yeux Un peu de nos folies anciennes Quelques braises d'un ancien feu Et même si ce feu est mort Quelque chose y brûle encore Tu es toujours la même À croire que le temps s'éternise Tu es toujours mon plus beau poème Celui que je ne veux pas qu'on lise Et même si ces mots sont morts Quelque chose y brûle encore C'est peut-être Que ma tête dort encore Au milieu de tes bras C'est sans doute Que ma route passe Juste à côté de toi La prêtresse gitane l'avait dit Rien n'est jamais fini Elle voit mes rêves avec tes rêves autour T'es la même toujours La même toujours Même les autres se souviennent Cette vie qu'on vivait tout droit Il suffit qu'ils en parlent à peine J'ai des gouttes de pluie sur les bras Cet orage est passé si fort Que les éclairs brillent encore Au fond des ruelles secrètes Les pierres ont gardé nos murmures Entre les mendiants qui regrettent Et les chiens qui rasent les murs Chaque fois qu'un mot s'évapore Il en revient d'autres plus forts C'est peut-être Que ma tête dort encore Au milieu de tes bras C'est sans doute Que ma route passe Juste à côté de toi La prêtresse gitane l'avait dit Rien n'est jamais fini Elle voit mes rêves avec tes rêves autour T'es la même toujours La même toujours C'est peut-être Que ma tête dort encore Au milieu de tes bras C'est sans doute Que ma route passe Juste à côté de toi La prêtresse gitane l'avait dit Rien n'est jamais fini Elle voit mes rêves avec tes rêves autour T'es la même toujours La même toujours La prêtresse gitane
I Used To Love You Composer(s): Lew Brown; Al Von Tilzer Performer(s): Nat King Cole and multiple other artists
I used to love you, but it's all over All over now You know it's all over town that you threw me down You shouldn't let that kind of story go 'round You had your chance now it's all over I'll get along somehow Now there are things that you did I used to forgive But you'll never change, Dear, as long as you live I used to love you, but it's all over All over now
El Aparecido Composer(s): Victor Jara
Performer(s): Victor Jara
and multiple other artists
Abre sendas por los cerros deja su huella en el viento el aguila le da el vuelo y lo cobija el silencio Nunca se quejo del frio nunca se quejo del sueño el pobre siente su paso y lo sigue como ciego
Correle, correle, correla por aqui, por alli, por alla correle, correle, correla correle que te van a matar correle, correle, correla
Su cabeza es rematada por cuervos con garra de oro como lo ha crucificado la furia del poderoso Hijo de la rebeldia lo siguen veinte mas veinte porque regala su vida ellos le quieren dar muerte
Correle, correle, correla por aqui, por alli, por alla correle, correle, correla correle que te van a matar correle, correle, correla
Tu Es Partout Composer(s): Marguerite Monnot - Edith Piaf Performer(s): Edith Piaf
Nous nous aimions bien tendrement comme s'aiment tous les amants Et puis un jour, tu m'as quitté depuis je suis désespérée
Je te vois partout dans le ciel je te vois partout sur la terre Tu es ma joie et mon soleil ma nuit, mes jours, mes aubes claires
Tu es partout, car tu es dans mon coeur tu es partout, car tu es mon bonheur Toutes les choses qui sont autour de moi même la vie ne représente que toi
Des fois je rêve que je suis dans tes bras et qu'à l'oreille, tu me parles tout bas Tu dis des choses qui font fermer les yeux et moi, je trouve ça merveilleux
Peut-être un jour tu reviendras je sais que mon coeur t'attendra Tu ne pourras pas oublier les jours que nous avons passés
Mes yeux te cherchent sans arrêt écoute bien, mon coeur t'appelle Nous pourrons si bien nous aimer tu verras, la vie sera belle
Tu es partout, car tu es dans mon coeur tu es partout, car tu es mon bonheur Toutes les choses qui sont autour de moi même la vie ne représente que toi
Des fois je rêve que je suis dans tes bras et qu'à l'oreille, tu me parles tout bas Tu dis des choses qui font fermer les yeux et moi je trouve ça merveilleux
I Used To Be Color Blind Composer(s): Irving Berlin Performer(s): Fred Astaire and multiple other artists
Strange How a dreary world can suddenly change To a world as bright as the evening star Queer What a difference when your vision is clear And you see things as they really are
I used to be color-blind But I met you and now I find Theres green in the grass Theres gold in the moon Theres blue in the skies
That semi-circle that was always hanging about Is not a storm cloud, its a rainbow And you brought the colors out
Believe me its really true Till I met you I never knew A setting sun could paint such beautiful skies
I never knew there were such lovely colors And the big surprise Is the red in your cheeks The gold in your hair The blue in your eyes
El Aniversario ((French Version: L'anniversaire (Dalida)) Composer(s): Day - Altin - Murillo Performer(s): Dalida
Una vez más otro año empezó que ligero mi tiempo corrió Ya viene abril y me embriaga la flor que muy poco después se murió Julio llegó y nos trajo al pasar de su fiesta color nacional Vino después de noviembre, dolor, lo que nunca podré ya volver
Llegó Con su melancolía El dolor de aquel día Que ya nunca olvidar podré Volví A encender muchas velas Con la pena y la espera De no volverte a ver jamás
Una vez más otro año empezó que ligero mi tiempo corrió El carnaval dónde nada es verdad y se vive con ritmo infernal Agosto fue un delirio de ser con la linda verdad del amar Vino después de noviembre dolor el recuerdo se ha vuelto una flor
Llegó Con su melancolía El dolor de aquel día Que ya nunca olvidar podré Volví A encender muchas velas Con la pena y la espera De no volverte a ver
Tu Es Le Soleil Composer(s): Claude Carrère - L. et P. Sébastian - Michaële Performer(s): Sheila
Tu es le soleil L'astre de mes nuits La providence Qui fait partie de ma vie Tu es le soleil Ma raison d'être Mon unique défaite Ma plus belle victoire aussi
Etrangère à l'amour Je vivais chaque jour Espérant déjà Un sourire, une promesse Un espoir, une caresse Qui viendrait de toi Oh! Oh! Oh! qu'il pleuve, qu'il vente, qu'il neige Oh! Oh! Oh! ta présence me protège Oh! Oh! Oh!
Tu es le soleil L'astre de mes nuits La providence Qui fait partie de ma vie Tu es le soleil Mon suprême recourt Ma résolution Et l'arc-en-ciel qui m'entoure
Et chaque instant qui passe Me rapproche et m'attache Encore plus de toi Absolu et sincère Ma vie est une prière Qui s'élance vers toi Oh! Oh! Oh! chagrin, larmes et contraintes Oh! Oh! Oh! ne peuvent plus m'atteindre Oh! Oh! Oh!
Tu es le soleil L'astre de mes nuits La providence Qui fait partie de ma vie
Oh! Oh! Oh! qu'il pleuve, qu'il vente, qu'il neige Oh! Oh! Oh! ta présence me protège Oh! Oh! Oh!
Tu es le soleil L'astre de mes nuits La providence Qui fait partie de ma vie
Tu es le soleil Ma raison d'être Mon unique défaite Ma plus belle victoire aussi
Tu es le soleil L'astre de mes nuits La providence Qui fait partie de ma vie
El Angel Composer(s): José Luis Armenteros
Performer(s): Raphael
Se que en la noche es mas fuerte el poder del mal Mientras que duerme la ciudad Se que en las calles en sombras no habra mas ley Que la del angel que es su rey
Tras de una esquina en la oscuridad Con revolver esta No te confies si muestra amigad o amor Que entonces es peor
Se que se burla de todo y tambien de ti ¿Por que le ofreces ese amor? El solo quiere ser libre y vivir asi Sin rejas en su corazon
Vive tu vida y no pienses en el Que no te puede querer Es como el viento que te acaricio al pasar No lo podras tener
One More Minute Composer(s): Al Yankovic Performer(s): Weird Al Jankovic
Well I heard that you're leaving Gonna leave me far behind 'Cause you found a brand new lover You decided that I'm not your kind
So I pulled your name out of my Rolladex And I tore all your pictures in two And I burned down the malt shop where we used to go Just because it reminds me of you
That's right, you ain't gonna see me crying I'm glad that you found somebody new 'Cause I'd rather spend eternity eating shards of broken glass Than spend one more minute with you
I guess I may seem kinda bitter You got me feeling down in the dumps 'Cause I'm stranded all alone in the gas station of love And I have to use the self-service pumps
Oh, so honey, let me help you with that suitcase You ain't gonna break my heart in two 'Cause I'd rather get a hundred thousand paper cuts on my face Than spend one more minute with you
I'd rather rip out my intestines with a fork Than watch you going out with other men I'd rather slam my fingers in a door Again, and again, and again, and again, and again
Oh, can't you see what I'm trying to say, darlin' I'd rather have my blood sucked out by leeches Shove an ice-pick under a toe nail or two I'd rather clean all the bathrooms In Grand Central Station, with my tongue Than spend one more minute with you
Yes, I'd rather dive naked On a huge pile of thumb tacks Or stick my nostrils together with Krazy-Glue I'd rather dive in a swimming pool Filled with double-edged razor blades Than spend one more minute with you
I'd rather rip my heart right out Of my ribcage with my bare hands And throw it on the floor And stomp on it till I die Than spend one more minute with you
El viento juega en la loma acariciando el trigal y en el viento la paloma practica su libertad El amor es un camino que de repente aparece y de tanto caminarlo se te pierde
Con la primera alborada la tierra voy a regar descubro el surco del agua que corre libre hacia el mar El amor es un camino que de repente aparece y de tanto caminarlo se te pierde
La vida encontro en tus ojos fui como el viento y el mar son mis unicos tesoros que no me podran quitar El amor es un camino que de repente aparece y de tanto caminarlo se te pierde
Tú Eres Mejor Composer(s): Willy Chirino Performer(s): Willy Chirino
Me preguntan mis amigos Qué tú has hecho conmigo Insisten que me has hechizado Y que ya no soy aquél Pendiente a cada mujer Que ya eso es asunto del pasado Porque desde que te vi, algo cambió en mí Ahora me siento diferente Y si quiere saber toda esa gente Yo les diré...
Porque tú eres mejor Mejor que ella, mejor que aquella Muy superior Tú eres más bella, tú eres mi estrella Tú eres mi flor Tú eres mejor, tú eres mejor Porque tú eres mejor La más hermosa, la más sabrosa Haciendo el amor La que al mirarme inspira mi alma de trovador Tú eres mejor, tú eres mejor
Cuando miro a las demás Todas quedan atrás Existe una enorme diferencia No te debe preocupar Que te deje de amar Mi amor tú no tienes competencia Este amor entre los dos es un regalo de Dios Es más tierno y más profundo Yo le quiero gritar a todo el mundo Que sepan de una vez
Porque tú eres mejor Mejor que ella, mejor que aquella Muy superior Tú eres más bella, tú eres mi estrella Tú eres mi flor Tú eres mejor, tú eres mejor Porque tú eres mejor La más hermosa, la más sabrosa Haciendo el amor La que al mirarme inspira mi alma de trovador Tú eres mejor, tú eres mejor
Mira lo que me ha pasa'o No sé cómo sucedió Estoy loco y enamora'o
I Turned You On Composer(s): Ronald Isley; Rudolph Bernard Isley; O'Kelly Isley First release by: The Isley Brothers - 1969
I turned you on Now I can't turn you off I turned you on Now I can't turn you off What a good, good feeling A great sensation oh you and me baby A good combination Sock it to me, sock it to me Sock it to me, sock it to me
Baby I started but I can't stop I admit that I started baby Oh but I can't stop it What a good, good feeling A great sensation oh you and me baby A good combination Sock it to me, sock it to me Sock it to me, sock it to me And get it George
Oh I turned you on sock it to me Sock it to me, sock it to me I turned you on But I can't turn you off Baby I said I turned you on But I can't turn you off Come on girl light my fire Set me a little bit higher wooh Round and round and up and down we go Where we gonna stop baby nobody knows Sock it to me, whip it to me Give it to me, sock it to me Sock it to me
Runway four, flight 209
Teardrop falls, we start to climb
This window seat proved a poor choice
It shows the dream thats been destroyed
A little baby starts to cry
Hey, I would too, if not for pride
I owe so much to pride, its true
It brought an end to me and you
But if I could, Id turn around
Set my feet back on the ground
cause all this plane ride holds for me
Is a thousand miles of misery
I hear the engines, watch the clouds
The whole damn world looks distant now
But I cant seem to put no space
Between my cold heart and your sweet face
Across the aisle theyre holding hands
Revealing brand new wedding bands
But our sweet gold, its gone to rust
Now my life has turned to dust
But if I could, Id turn around
Set my feet back on the ground
cause all this plane ride holds for me
Is a thousand miles of misery
All this plane ride holds for me
Is a thousand miles of misery
I Trawl The Megahertz Composer(s): Paddy McAloon Performer(s): Paddy McAloon
I am telling myself the story of my life stranger than song or fiction We start with the joyful mysteries before the appearance of ether trying to capture the elusive the farm where the crippled horses heal the woods where autumn is reversed and the longing for bliss in the arms of some beloved from the past I said 'Your daddy loves you' I said 'Your daddy loves you very much' he just doesn't want to live with us anymore'
The plane comes down behind enemy lines and you don't speak the language A girl takes pity on you she is Mother Theresa walking among the poor and her eyes have attained night vision In an orchard, drenched in blue light she changes your bandages and soothes you All day her voice is balm then she lowers you into the sunset Hers is the wing span of the quotidian angel so her feet are sore from the walk to the well of human kindness but she gives you a name and you grow into it Whether a tramp of the low road or a prince riding through Wagnerian opera you learn some, if not all, of the language And these are the footsteps you follow - the tracks of impossible love
12 days in Paris and I am awaiting for life to start In the lobby of the Hotel Charlemagne they are hanging photographs of Rap artists and minor royalty All cigarettes have been air-brushed from these pictures making everyone a liar and saving no-one from their folly As proud as Lucifer, I do nothing to hide my kerosene dress and flint eyes - which one steady look, are able to restore to these images their carcinogenic threat So what if this is largely bravado? I have only 12 days in Paris and I'm awaiting for life to start I'm setting out my stall behind a sheet of dark hair and you, the hostage of crazed hormones will be driven to say 'I am the next poet laurate and she is the cherry madonna and all of the summer is hers'
At first I don't notice you or the colour of your hair or your readiness to laugh I am tying a shoelace or finding the pavement fascinating when the comet thrills the sky Ever the dull alchemist I have before me all the necesary elements it is their combination that eludes me Forgive me ... I am sleepwalking I am jangling along to some song of the moment suffering it's sweetness luxuriating in it's feeble aproximation of starlight Meanwhile there is a real world ... trains are late, doctors are breaking bad news but I am living in a lullaby
You might be huddled in a doorway on the make or just getting by, but I don't see it You are my one shot at glory Soon I will read in your expression warmth, encouragement, assent From an acorn of interest I will cultivate whole forests of affection I will analyse your gestures like centuries of scholars poring over Jesus'words Anything that doesn't fit my narrow interpretation I will carelessly discard For I am careless ... I'm shameless ... and ('Mayday, Mayday, watch the needle leave the dial') I am reckless I am telling myself the story of my life
Soon, I will make you a co-conspirator if I am dizzy I will call it rapture if I am low I will attribute it to your absence noting your tidal effect upon my moods Oblivious to the opinions of neighbours I will bark at the moon like a dog In short, I'm asking to be scalded It is the onset of fever
Yesterday they took a census Boasting, I said 'I live two doors down from joy' Today, bewildered and sarcastic, I phone them and ask 'Isn't it obvious? This slum is empty'
Repeat after me: happiness is only a habit I am listening to the face in the mirror but I don't think I believe what she's telling me Her words are modern, but her eyes have been weeping in gardens and grottoes since the Middle Ages This is the aftermath of fever I cool the palms of my hands upon the bars of an imaginary iron gate Only by an extreme act of will can I avoid becoming a character in a country song 'Lord, you game me nothing, then took it all away' These are the sorrowful mysteries and I have to pay attention In a chamber of my heart sits an accountant He is frowning and waving red paper at me I go to the window for air I catch the scent of apples I hunger for a taste but I can't see the orchard for the rain
There are two ways of looking at this The first is to accept that you are gone and to light a candle at the shrine of amnesia (I could even cheat) In the subterranean world of anaesthetics sad white canoes are forever sailing downstream in the early hours of the morning 'Tell the stars I'm coming make them leave a space for me whether bones, or dust or ashes once among them I'll be free' It may make a glamorous song but it's dark train of thought with too many carriages
There is, of course another way of looking at this Your daddy loves you; I said 'Your daddy loves you very much he doesn't want to live with us anymore' I am telling myself the story of my life
By day and night, fancy electronic dishes are trained on the heavens They are listening for smudged echoes of the moment of creation They are listening for the ghost of a chance They may help us make sense of who we are and where we came from and, as a compassionate side effect teach us that nothing is ever lost
So ... I rake the sky I listen hard I trawl the megahertz But the net isn't fine enough and I miss you - a swan sailing between two continents a ghost inmune to radar
Still, my eyes are fixed upon the place I last saw you your signal urgent but breaking before you became cotton in a blizzard a plane coming down behind enemy lines
