Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Nun Parlà Composer(s): Lucio Dalla Performer(s): Lucio Dalla
La luna era piantata lì in mezzo al cielo Una lampadina accesa sopra il mare Che era di un colore inchiostro quasi nero Nel silenzio lo sentivo respirare Non lo so Ma sembrava che il mare volesse parlare con me Fosse più solo di me
Nun parlà, nun parlà, nun parlà, nun parlà 'Stammèccà, 'stammèccà, 'stammèccà, 'stammèccà, Sottò è stelle una varca dè notte s' addorme nun sape cche ffà Stattenè ccà ccù mme
Mmiezè strada, i rumori, le voci, le moto, le luci dei bar Stattenè ccà ccù mme
Io in quel mare dall'accento un pò bagnato un pò napoletano Ho provato a fare il bagno Così la solitudine che avevo accumulato Sparì dietro a un fulmine lontano
Non lo so Ma sentivo la calma del mare che entrava in me Non pensavo che a te e a me
Nun parlà, nun parlà, nun parlà, nun parlà 'Stammèccà, 'stammèccà, 'stammèccà, 'stammèccà, Sottò è stelle una varca dè notte s' addorme nun sape cche ffà Stattenè ccà ccù mme
Numbers Composer(s): Shel Silverstein Performer(s): Bobby Bare
I was sittin' here Friday suppin' on a glass of wine When in walked a chick who almost struck me blind Had wet blue eyes and her legs were long and fine On a scale of ONE to TEN.........I'd give her a NINE
Now on my scale there ain't no TEN's, you know NINE is about as far as any chick can go So I flashed her a smile, but she didn't even look at me So for brains and good judgement, give her a THREE
I said, hey sweet thing, you look like a possible EIGHT You and me could, uh! make EIGHTEEN, if your head's on straight She looked up and down my perfect frame And said these words that burned into my perfect brain
She said, well, another one of those macho Texas men Tryin' to grade all women on scales of ONE to TEN And, uh!, you give me an EIGHT, well, that's a generous thing to do Now, let's just see, just how much I give you.
She said you comin' on to me with that phony NUMBERS jive Your style makes me smile, I give it a FIVE When you walked up I noticed that suit of your's It's last year's double knit-french cuffs, give it a FOUR
That must be your car parked out on the kerb That 'SIXTY-NINE homemade convertible, A THREE and A THIRD I saw that build, I guess you're less than FIVE Said, for your pot belly, I'd give that a TEN for size
That wine you're pourin' might be fine to you But I'm used to fine champagne, I give it a TWO It's hard to tell what your flashin' smile is worth I give it a SIX, you could use some dental work
But, It's your struttin' rooster act that really makes me laugh It may be a TEN to these country hens, but to me a THREE and A HALF And there really ain't much to add once the subtractin's done And since there ain't no ZEROs, I give you a ONE
She walked out, while up and down the line The whole bar was laughin', sayin' BARE, what happened to your NINE NINE says I, hell soon as she started to talk I knew She didn't have no class, I barely gave her a TWO
(Spoken) Yeah! No matter how good they look at first There's flaws in all of them That's why on a scale of TEN to ONE, friend There ain't no TEN
Number The Brave Composer(s): Andy Powell; Steve Upton; Laurie Wisefield Performer(s): Wishbone Ash
In another time and space You meet your maker face to face You know who cast the spell And turned his eye on you Cant lose sight of it Never fading out Fading out of view
Number the brave In your heart Number the brave For they died for you
Out of the free zone Into the night There has to be a sacrifice Its such a scary feeling You must feel it too From a fallen angel fading in and fading out of view
So when we reach the other side You know their fight is justified Now you see the meaning Of the dream they share with you Its a burning light Never fading out Fading out of view
Number the brave In your heart Number the brave For they died for you
Numa Sala De Reboco Composer(s): Luiz Gonzaga; José Marcolino Performer(s): Raimundo Fagner; and various other artists
Todo tempo quanto houver Pra mim é pouco Pra dançar com meu benzinho Numa sala de reboco
Enquanto o fole Tá tocando, tá gemendo Vou dançando e vou dizendo Meu sofrer pra ela só E ninguém nota Que eu tô lhe conversando E nosso amor vai aumentando E pra que coisa "mais mió" ...
Só fico triste Quando o dia amanhece Ai, meu Deus, se eu pudesse Evitar a separaão Pra nós viver Igualado a sanguessuga Nosso amor pede mais fuga Do que essa que nos dão...
Nul Ne Guérit De Son Enfance Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Sans que je puisse m'en défaire Le temps met ses jambes à mon cou Le temps qui part en marche arrière Me fait sauter sur ses genoux Mes parents l'été les vacances Mes frères et soeurs faisant les fous J'ai dans la bouche l'innocence Des confitures du mois d'août
Nul ne guérit de son enfance
Les napperons et les ombrelles Qu'on ouvrait à l'heure du thé Pour rafraichir les demoiselles Roses dans leurs robes d'été Et moi le nez dans leurs dentelles Je respirais à contre-jour Dans le parfum des mirabelles L'odeur troublante de l'amour
Nul ne guérit de son enfance
Le vent violent de l'histoire Allait disperser à vau-l'eau Notre jeunesse dérisoire Changer nos rires en sanglots Amour orange amour amer L'image d'un père évanouie Qui disparut avec la guerre Renaît d'une force inouie
Nul ne guérit de son enfance
Celui qui vient à disparaître Pourquoi l'a-t-on quitté des yeux On fait un signe à la fenêtre Sans savoir que c'est un adieu Chacun de nous a son histoire Et dans notre coeur à l'affût Le va-et-vient de la mémoire Ouvre et déchire ce qu'il fût
Nul ne guérit de son enfance
Belle cruelle et tendre enfance Aujourd'hui c'est à tes genoux Que j'en retrouve l'innocence Au fil du temps qui se dénoue Ouvre tes bras ouvre ton âme Que j'en savoure en toi le goût Mon amour frais mon amour femme Le bonheur d'être et le temps doux
Nuit Et Brouillard Composer(s): Jean Ferrat Performer(s): Jean Ferrat; Isabelle Aubret
Ils étaient vingt et cent, ils étaient des milliers Nus et maigres, tremblants, dans ces wagons plombés Qui déchiraient la nuit de leurs ongles battants Ils étaient des milliers, ils étaient vingt et cent
Ils se croyaient des hommes, n'étaient plus que des nombres Depuis longtemps leurs dés avaient été jetés Dès que la main retombe il ne reste qu'une ombre Ils ne devaient jamais plus revoir un été
La fuite monotone et sans hâte du temps Survivre encore un jour, une heure, obstinément Combien de tours de roues, d'arrêts et de départs Qui n'en finissent pas de distiller l'espoir
Ils s'appelaient Jean-Pierre, Natacha ou Samuel Certains priaient Jésus, Jéhovah ou Vichnou D'autres ne priaient pas, mais qu'importe le ciel Ils voulaient simplement ne plus vivre à genoux
Ils n'arrivaient pas tous à la fin du voyage Ceux qui sont revenus peuvent-ils être heureux Ils essaient d'oublier, étonnés qu'à leur âge Les veines de leurs bras soient devenues si bleues
Les Allemands guettaient du haut des miradors La lune se taisait comme vous vous taisiez En regardant au loin, en regardant dehors Votre chair était tendre à leurs chiens policiers
On me dit à présent que ces mots n'ont plus cours Qu'il vaut mieux ne chanter que des chansons d'amour Que le sang sèche vite en entrant dans l'histoire Et qu'il ne sert à rien de prendre une guitare
Mais qui donc est de taille à pouvoir m'arrêter? L'ombre s'est faite humaine, aujourd'hui c'est l'été Je twisterais les mots s'il fallait les twister Pour qu'un jour les enfants sachent qui vous étiez
Vous étiez vingt et cent, vous étiez des milliers Nus et maigres, tremblants, dans ces wagons plombés Qui déchiriez la nuit de vos ongles battants Vous étiez des milliers, vous étiez vingt et cent
Nuit D'Amour Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Quartier louche Qui m'attire et m'fascine Comme ta bouche Rouge dans la vitrine Sous la couche De lumières assassines J'ai traversé les quartiers lourds Suant l'angoisse Puant le crime Pour cette unique et clandestine Nuit d'amour
La woman Martienne venue des beaux quartiers La woman Tendue de cuir à en craquer La woman Cheveux noirs aux reflets bleutés La woman Ongles vernis, bras tatoués J'ai shooté ceux qui rodent autour De tes fesses musclées et félines Pour mon unique et clandestine Nuit d'amour
J'ai cherchée Dans tous les bars toute la nuit Je t'ai trouvée Abandonnée dans un grand lit Aux limites De l'immense quartier chinois Où l'on entre Mais dont on ne sort pas Juste entre l'amour et la mort Nous mélangeons nos peaux qui brillent Comme un chirurgien de Manille Nuit d'amour
Quartier louche Qui m'attire et m'fascine Comme ta bouche Rouge dans la vitrine Sous la douche De lumières assassines T'as fait mouche Deux fois dans ma poitrine Rouge dans la vitrine Rouge dans la vitrine ...
Nuestro Tema Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez; Jacqueline Dankworth
Nuestro tema está cantado con arena espuma y aves del amanecer Nuestro tema está listo para ser brisa de las alas migratorias Nuestro tema es para ver llover
Nuestro está desnudo en un balcón fotografiando espigas de la mar Nuestro está viéndonos juntar besos a las seis de la mañana Nuestro tema es para recordar
Nuestro tema de amor tiene quebranto pero su empeño sana el dolor
Nuestro tema de amor nos cuesta tanto que ya es un sueño y una canción
Nuestro tema está en un solo de piano y en el radio más abrazador Nuestro tema está en el corredor de un hotel que se ha quedado sólo Nuestro tema es humedad de amor
Nuestro Juramento Composer(s): Benito de Jesús Performer(s): José Feliciano
No puedo verte triste porque me matas tu carita da pena mi dulce amor me duele tanto el llanto que tu derramas que se llena de angustia mi corazón
Yo sufro lo indecible si tu entristeces no quiero que la duda te haga llorar hemos jurado amarnos hasta la muerte si es que los muertos aman después de muertos amarnos más
Si yo muero primero, es tu promesa sobre de mi cadáver dejar caer todo el llanto que brote de tu tristeza y que todos se enteren de tu querer
Si tu mueres primero yo, yo te prometo escribiré la historia de nuestro amor con toda el alma llena de sentimiento la escribiré con sangre, con tinta sangre del corazón
Oh del corazón, mmm, mmm del corazón oye con tinta sangre del corazón
Nuestro Amor Composer(s): Benito de Jesús Performer(s): Javier Solis
Nuestro amor se va muriendo lentamente cruel dolor que me destroza el corazón No hay razón que justifique tal fracaso si tú y yo actuamos con más comprensión
Sabes bien que todo lo que soy te pertenece que sin mí te va a ser imposible ser feliz
Nuestro amor se va muriendo lentamente nuestro amor ya nunca debe terminar
Sabes bien que todo lo que soy te pertenece que sin mí te va a ser imposible ser feliz
Nuestro amor se va muriendo lentamente nuestro amor ya nunca debe terminar
Nuclear Apathy Composer(s): John Palumbo Performer(s): Crack The Sky
Something's wrong from the moon, my friends Something's wrong from the moon As I look down at you my friends Something's wrong from the moon Poor little man You been run down Poor little man You're all run down I can see right through your eyes I can see right through your weary eyes I can hear right through your cries I can hear right through your drunken cries When they spit, do you wash their floors And pray that they don't spit no more Or, rise up children, life goes on and on Wise up children, life goes on and on
In the dark you cannot see In the dark the victory is fear Like a fool you follow fools Like a fool you follow what you hear Will they blow us all apart Or kill us all with virus darts Or, rise up children, life goes on and on Wise up children, life goes on and on
On the moon they're laughing hard On the moon they're falling off their seats From the moon we're comedy From the moon we're really quite a treat Shall we have another beer And slobber through another year Or rise up children, life goes on and on Wise up children, life goes on and on Rise up children, life goes on and on Wise up
Something's wrong from the moon my friend Something's wrong from the moon As I look down at you my friends Something's wrong from the moon
Nu Of Nooit Composer(s): T. Lam; W. Lam; N. Byl Performer(s): Jimmy Frey
Nu, nu, nu of nooit 'k Heb m'n hart aan je voeten gegooid En wacht op een woord, een woord van jou Ja of neen, neen of ja, 't Is tijd om te beslissen Denk niet langer na Nu, nu, nu of nooit Ook al hou ik van jou meer dan ooit Denk niet dat je mij eeuwig lang Rond je vinger draaien kan Doe mij niet meer aan dan ik nog verdragen kan Liever nog een blauwtje lopen Dan dat vrezen en weer hopen Ik kan andere meisjes krijgen Die niet tot dus blijven zwijgen
Nu, nu, nu of nooit Denk eraan voordat jij mij verstoot 't Is de laatste keer dat ik je vraag Ja of neen, neen of ja, 't Is nu of nooit want morgen is 't veel te laat
Nu, nu, nu of nooit 'k Heb m'n hart aan je voeten gegooid En wacht op een woord, een woord van jou Ja of neen, neen of ja, 't Is tijd om te beslissen Denk niet langer na Liever nog een blauwtje lopen Dan dat vrezen en weer hopen Ik kan andere meisjes krijgen Die niet tot dus blijven zwijgen
Nu, nu, nu of nooit Ook al hou ik van jou meer dan ooit Denk niet dat je mij eeuwig lang Rond je vinger draaien kan Doe mij niet meer aan dan ik nog verdragen kan
Nu, nu, nu of nooit Denk eraan voordat jij mij verstoot 't Is de laatste keer dat ik je vraag Ja of neen, neen of ja, 't Is nu of nooit want morgen is 't veel te laat
Nu, nu, nu of nooit Denk eraan voordat jij mij verstoot 't Is de laatste keer dat ik je vraag Ja of neen, neen of ja, 't Is nu of nooit want morgen is 't veel te laat
Nowhere To Run Composer(s): Lamont Dozier; Brian Holland Performer(s): Martha & The Vandellas
Nowhere to run to, baby Nowhere to hide (oooh) Got nowhere to run to, baby Nowhere to hide (oooh)
It's not love I'm runnin' from It's the heartaches I know will come 'Cause I know you're no good for me (no good) But you've become a part of me Everywhere I go, your face I see Every step I take, you take with me, yeah
Nowhere to run to, baby Nowhere to hide (oooh) Got nowhere to run to, baby Nowhere to hide (oooh) I know you're no good for me But free of you, I'll never be, no
Each night as I sleep, Into my heart, you creep I wake up feelin' sorry I met you Hopin' soon that I'll forget you When I look in the mirror to comb my hair, I see your face just a-smilin' there
Nowhere to run Nowhere to hide from you, baby (oooh) Got nowhere to run to, baby Nowhere to hide (oooh) I know you're no good for me But you've become a part of me
How can I fight a love That shouldn't be When it's so deep, so deep, Deep inside of me? My love reaches so high, I can't get over it It's so wide, I can't get around it, no
Nowhere to run Nowhere to hide from you, baby (oooh) Just can't get away from you, baby No matter how I try I know you're no good for me But free of you, I'll never be
Nowhere to run to, baby Nowhere to hide (nowhere to hide) Got nowhere to run to, baby Nowhere to hide (nowhere to hide) Got nowhere to run (nowhere to hide) Got nowhere to run (nowhere to hide) (fade out)
Nowhere Man Composer(s): John Lennon; Paul McCartney Performer(s): The Beatles; and various other artists
He's a real nowhere man Sitting in his nowhere land Making all his nowhere plans for nobody
Doesn't have a point of view Knows not where he is going to Isn't he a bit like you and me?
Nowhere man, please listen, you don't know What you're missing Nowhere man, the world is at your command
He's as blind as he can be Just sees what he wants to see Nowhere man can you see me at all?
Nowhere man, don't worry Take your time, don't hurry Leave it all till somebody else lends you a hand
Doesn't have a point of view Knows not where he is going to Isn't he a bit like you and me?
Nowhere man, please listen, you don't know What you're missing Nowhere man, the world is at your command
He's a real nowhere man Sitting in his nowhere land Making all his nowhere plans for nobody Making all his nowhere plans for nobody Making all his nowhere plans for nobody
Nowhere At All Composer(s): Lou Reed Performer(s): Lou Reed
Somebody's got to help me this girl's drivin' me insane 'Cause some they likes it hot, and some they likes it cold and some they just don't like it at, like it at all now
Somebody's got to help me this girl's drivin' me insane Now somebody she's got to help me It makes me feel like, ah, that I'm nowhere at all It makes me feel like I'm nowhere at all
Somebody's got to help me this girl's got me on the line now 'Cause some they likes it hot, and some they likes it cold and some they just don't like it at, like it at all now
Somebody's got to help me this girl's drivin' me insane Somebody's got to help me She makes me feel like, I'm nowhere at all It makes me feel like I'm nowhere at all
I'm nowhere at all I'm nowhere, give it to me now I'm nowhere at all now No honey, Rocky don't know it at all I'm no, no, nowhere at all I'm nowhere at all now oh, give it to me now
Nowadays Clancy Can't Even Sing Composer(s): Neil Young Performer(s): Buffalo Springfield; The Carpenters; Fever Tree; Noctorum; Neil Young
Who's that stomping all over my face? Where's that silhouette I'm trying to trace? Who's putting sponge in the bells I once rung And taking my gypsy before she's begun To singing the meaning of what's in my mind Before I can take home what's rightfully mine Joinin' and listenin' and talkin' in rhymes Stoppin' the feeling to wait for the times
Who's saying baby, that don't mean a thing 'Cause nowadays Clancy can't even sing
And who's all hung-up on that happiness thing? Who's trying to tune all the bells that he rings? And who's in the corner and down on the floor With pencil and paper just counting the score? And who's trying to act like he's just in between? The line isn't black, if you know that it's green Don't bother looking, you're too blind to see Who's coming on like he wanted to be
Who's saying baby, that don't mean a thing 'Cause nowadays Clancy can't even sing
And who's coming home on the old nine-to-five? Who's got the feeling that he came alive Though havin' it, sharin' it ain't quite the same It ain't no gold nugget, you can't lay a claim Who's seeing eyes through the crack in the floor There it is baby, don't you worry no more Who should be sleepin', but is writing this song Wishin' and a-hopin' he weren't so damned wrong
Who's saying baby, that don't mean a thing 'Cause nowadays Clancy can't even sing
