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There was a child named Bernadette.
I heard the story long ago. She saw the queen of heaven once and kept the vision in her soul. No one beleived what she had seen. No one beleived what she heard, that there were sorrows to be healed and mercy, mercy in this world. So many hearts I find broke like yours and mine, torn by what we've done and can't undo. I just wanna hold you. Come on, let me hold you like Bernadette would do. We've been around, we fall, we fly. We mostly fall, we mostly run. And every now and then we try to mend the damage that we've done. Tonight, tonight I just can't rest. I've got this joy here, here inside my breast. To think that I did not forget that child, that song of Bernadette. So many hearts I find, hearts like yours and mine, torn by what we've done and can't undo. Well, I just wanna hold you. Come on, let me hold you like Bernadette would do. I just wanna hold you. Won't you let me hold you like Bernadette would do? |
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| 2. |
| 3:57 |
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"That's it, baby! When you got it, flaunt it, flaunt it!"
"This is the Divine Miss M and I'm here to share with you some rare and stimulating insight into my cosmic fabulosity. It's really very simple. I smiply believe with all my heart" I'm beautiful, I'm beautiful, I'm beautiful, dammit! I'm beautiful, I'm beautiful, I'm beautiful, dammit! I'm beautiful, so beautiful, I'm beautiful, dammit! I'm beautiful, I'm beautiful, I'm beautiful, dammit! "Go away, little girl," they used to say. "Hey, you're too fat, baby, you can't play." "Hold on, miss thing, what you trying to do? You know you're too wack to be in our school." Too wack, too smart, too fast, too fine, too loud, too tough, too too divine. I said you don't belong. You don't belong. Too loud, too big, too much to bear, too bold, too brash, too prone to swear. I heard that song for much too long. Ain't this my sun? Ain't this my moon? Ain't this my world to be who I choose? Ain't this my song? Ain't this my movie? Ain't this my world? I know I can do it. I'm not too short, I'm not too tall, I'm not too big, I'm not too small. Ooh, don't lemme start lovin' myself! Ooh, don't lemme start lovin' myself! I'm not too white, I'm not too black, I'm not too this, I'm not too that. Ooh, don't lemme start lovin' myself! Ooh, don't lemme start lovin' myself! I'm beautiful, I'm beautiful, I'm beautiful, dammit! I'm beautiful, I'm beautiful, I'm beautiful, dammit! It's time to call it what it is. Don't play the naming game. Become what you were born to be and be it unashamed. "Go away, little boy," I can hear them say, "Everybody on the block says they think you're gay. Hold on, my friend, do you think we're blind? Take a look at yourself. You're not our kind." Too black, too white, too short, too tall, too big, too green, too red, too small. I said you don't belong. You don't belong. Too black, too white, too short, too tall, too blue, too green, too red, too small. I heard that song for much to long. Ain't this my sun? Ain't this my moon? Ain't this my world to be who I choose? Ain't this my song? Ain't this my movie? Ain't this my world? I know I can do it. People always ask me, "Miss M, how did you get so far on so little?" Shut up! Well, I woke up one morning, flossed my teeth and decided, "Damn, I'm fierce!" You look good! You can be just like me! A goddess? Yeah! Don't just pussy foot around and sit on your assets. Unleash your ferocity upon an unsuspecting world. Rise up and repeat after me: "I'm beautiful!" I'm beautiful, I'm beautiful, I'm beautiful! Can you say that? I'm beautiful, I'm beautiful, I'm beautiful! I don't hear you! I'm beautiful, I'm beautiful, I'm beautiful! Louder! I'm beautiful, I'm beautiful, I'm beautiful! Hey! That's it, baby, when you got it, flaunt it, flaunt it! Aaaaaah! Ain't this my sun? My sun! Ain't this my moon? My moon! Ain't this my world to be who I choose? Ain't this our song? Ain't this our song? Ain't this our movie? Ain't this our movie? Ain't this our world to be who we choose? I'm not too short, I'm not too tall, I'm not too big, I'm not too small. Ooh, don't lemme start lovin' myself! Ooh, don't lemme start lovin' myself! I'm not too white, I'm not too black, I'm not too this, I'm not too that. Ooh, don't lemme start lovin' myself! Ooh, don't lemme start lovin' myself! I'm beautiful, dammit! |
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| 3. |
| 5:10 |
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I know that I'm no saint.
My head is in the clouds. They called you a mistake, but I still, I still say your name out loud. They called me a stupid girl, just like my mom. Too many men passed through my arms. At seventeen I looked into your eyes, knew I could never comfort your cries. Every April still reminds me of you. The child I never knew. My lullaby in blue. It all goes by so fast. How lovely you must be. Why you've reached the age at last that I was when your daddy lived with me. How I wish we could meet somewhere, talk it through. There is so much I would say to you. There are others, I'm not alone. A younger brother you've never known, and a baby girl who so reminds me of you. The child I never knew. My lullaby in blue. As the years go by, try not to think of us sadly. Believe it if you can, I wanna see you so badly. On your birthday, Mama's thinking of you. The child I never knew. My lullaby in blue. My lullaby in blue. My lullaby . . . |
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| 4. |
| 3:34 |
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A do-dooooo. A do-dooooo.
I saw the splendor of the moonlight on Honolulu Bay. There's something tender in the moonlight on Honolulu Bay. And all the beaches are full of peaches who bring their ukes along. And in the glimmer of the moonlight they love to sing this song. If you like a ukulele lady, ukulele lady like a you. If you want to linger where it's shady, ukulele lady linger too. If you kiss a ukulele lady while you promise ever to be true, and she see another ukulele lady fool around with you. Maybe she'll sigh, maybe she'll cry, Maybe she'll find somebody else by and by-y-y to sing to when it's cool and shady, where the tricky wicky wackies woo woo woo. If you like a ukulele lady, ukulele lady like a you. Someday I'm goin' where eyes are glowin' and lips were made to kiss, to see somebody in the moonlight and hear the songs I missed. If you like a ukulele lady, ukulele lady like a you, you, you. If you want to linger where it's shady, ukulele lady linger too. If you kiss a ukulele lady while you promise ever to be true true, true, and she see another ukulele lady fool around with you. Well, maybe she will sigh, maybe she will cry, aah, but maybe she will find somebody else by and by-y-y to sing to when it's cool and shady, where the tricky wicky wackies woo woo woo. If you like a ukulele lady, ukulele lady like a you like a me like I like a you we like a both the same. I'd like to say this very day ukulele lady like a you-ooo-oooo. laughing |
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| 5. |
| 2:44 |
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"Oh man, do you believe that chick?
She has got no idea what's happening, no idea. I am the one who's plugged in around here. That's why they call me The High Priestess of Cool! Ha ha! See, I'm hip. I'm no square. I'm alert, I'm awake, I'm aware. I am always on the scene. Makin' the rounds, diggin' the sounds. I read People Magazine. 'Cuz I'm hip. Like, dig! I'm in step. When it was hip to be hep, I was hep. I don't blow but I'm a fan. Look at me swing. Ring a ding ding. I even call my girlfriend "man," 'cuz I'm hip. Every Saturday night with my suit buttoned tight and my suedes on I'm gettin' my kicks diggin' arty French flicks with my shades on. I'm too much. I'm a gas. I am anything but middle class. When I hang around the band, poppin' my thumbs, diggin' the drums, sqaures don't seem to understand why I flip. They're not hip like I'm hip. scatting I'm hip! scatting I'm on top of every trend. Look at me go. Vo-dee-o-do. Sammy Davis knew my friend. I'm hip, but not weird. Like, you notice, I don't wear a beard. Beards were in but now they're out. They had they're day. Now they're pass? Just ask me if you're in doubt, 'cuz I'm hip. Now I'm deep into Zen meditation and macrobiotics, and as soon as I can I intend to get into narcotics. 'Cuz I'm cool as a cuke. I'm a cat, I'm a card, I'm a kook, kook, kook. I get so much out of life. Really, I do. Skoo ba dee boo. One more time play "Mack the Knife." Let 'er rip. I may flip, but I'm hip. scatting |
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| 6. |
| 3:11 |
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I gave my heart to you, the one I trusted.
You brought it back to me all battered and busted. So I sold it to the junkman and I will never ever fall in love again. You know, I gave my heart to you. Ya, you swore you'd use it, but like a little boy you battered and you bruised it. So I sold it a-to the junkman and I will never ever fall in love again. Like a melodrama, in a simple manner love played the leading part. We planned a happy ending, oh, but now I am left with a broken heart! I've thrown away my pride, said, "Baby, let's be friends." Tear drops I cannot stop. 쟏h ah! You know it's the ending, 'cause I sold it to the junkman and I will never never fall in love again. Like a melodrama, in a simple manner love played the leading part Oh, we planned a happy ending, oh, but now I am left with a broken heart! I throw away my pride, say, "Hey, let's be friends, dear." Tear drops I cannot stop. Ya know, it is the ending, 'cause i sold it to the junkman and I will never never never never never never never never fall in love never never never fall in love never never never never never never fall in love a-a-a-a-gain. never never never fall in love oh my god! |
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| 2:46 |
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My baby jumped up this morning,
'n' sat on the side of the bed. He said, "I'm leaving you, baby." And this is just what I said. I said, "I can't make you stay if you want to go, but it's high time, baby, that you should know, one monkey don't stop no show. One monkey don't stop no show. So, if you still wanna go, go ahead." And I mean every word I said. My baby thought I was jivin' and he went right out the door. He left me about three in the morning. I got me a man at four. Some women cry when their men bleed 'em dry, long and slow, but I found out somethin' a long time ago. One monkey don't stop no show. One monkey don't stop no show. So if he gets too big for his pants you better spring that new one and give him a chance. I used to be chicken hearted; cry when he'd walk out the door, 'cause I was just young and stupid. Ha! Ain't like that no more. 'Cause I had a hard way to go, but I learned the score. And I'm here to tell you, and I should know, one monkey don't stop no show. One monkey don't stop no show. Let him do anything he choose. There's a million men who can fill his shoes. One monkey don't stop no show. One monkey don't stop no show. One monkey don't stop no show. You can tell him I told you so. "All right." |
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| 8. |
| 4:27 |
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Howard, the strangest things
have happened lately when I take a good swing and all my dreams they pivot and slip. I drop my fists and they're back, laughing. Howard, my intentions become not to lose what I've won. Ambition has given way to desperation and I, I've lost the fight from my eyes. Boxing's been good to me, Howard. Now I'm told, "You're growing old." The whole time we knew a couple of years I'd be through. Has boxing been good to you? Howard, now I confess I'm scared and lonely and tired. Everyone says I'm made of clay, that I've had my day, that I'm not cut out for this. I just know what to say. And I say, boxing's been good to me, Howard. Now I'm told, "You're growing old." The whole time we knew a couple of years I'd be through. Has boxing been good to you? Well, sometimes I punch myself hard as I can. Yelling, "nobody cares!" hoping someone will tell me how wrong I am, Howard. Boxing's been good to me, Howard. Now I'm told, "You're growing old." The whole time we knew a couple of years I'd be through. Has boxing been good, has boxing been good, has boxing been good? |
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| 3:51 |
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Mmmmmm, you talk about you and only you
and the things that you do for you. You say you're not a lean cuisine. So I wanna see whatcha got on the menu. Now, if you think you're the man the only man with an exterior you feel is superior, just give Miss B a little peek and see if you really can deliver. Your tendencies are short, my expectations are long. And as I see it now, there's not much to go on. It seems you dug a hole that you can't crawl out. Now I truly see what you're all about. Don't brag about the diamond rings or the expensive clothes you wear, 'cause I could care less for what you possess and your attitude needs repair. Don't brag about your body, baby, and say that you're packin' a lot, 'cause all I see besides your big feet is that you got big socks. Let's just say that there's something lackin'. A flea shouldn't have the nerve to be braggin'. So pack up your little gift and get to steppin'. Return it back and put it in the kiddie section. Full figured in a place that can deliver? Ha ha, not from what I've seen. I can't trace what's below your waist. There's too much space to be inside those jeans. Don't brag about the diamond rings or the expensive clothes you wear, 'cause I could care less for what you possess and your attitude needs repair. Don't brag about your body, baby, and say that you're packin' a lot, 'cause all I see besides your big feet is that you got big socks. Bye bye, baby, bye bye. It's time to wave the white flag now that the kitten has been let out the bag. Don't brag about the diamond rings or the expensive clothes you wear, 'cause I could care less for what you possess and your attitude needs repair. Don't brag about your body, baby, and say that you're packin' a lot, 'cause all I see besides your big feet is that you got big socks. Don't brag about the diamond rings or the expensive clothes you wear, 'cause I could care less for what you possess and your attitude needs repair. Don't brag about your body, baby, and say that you're packin' a lot, 'cause all I see besides your big feet is that you got big socks. |
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Oooooh. Oooh-hoooh.
Ooooo-hoooh. It's such a mystery how he found something in me that I never knew was there. He uncovered it so easily. He turned me like a season and I began to change. He wrapped himself all around me, now I'll never be the same. That's how love works. That's how love moves. Like a river running through you. Sometimes it lifts you as high as Heaven. It consumes you, that's a given. That's how love moves. Ohh, that's how love moves. I've seen walls that could never be broken come a-tumblin' down, oh yes I have. I've heard the voice of love calling without making a sound. See, I was touched by an angel the day he took my hand. I know that he's the miracle that makes me eveything I am. That's how love works. That's how love moves. Like a river running through you. Sometimes it lifts you as high as Heaven. It consumes you, that's a given. That's how love moves. Ohh, that's how love moves. Woah, love. Sometimes it's a whisper, oh, sometimes it's a storm, sometimes it reaches forever with it's everlasting arms. That's how love works. That's how love moves. Like a river running through you. Sometimes it lifts you high as Heaven. It consumes you, yeah, that's a given. Ohhhhhhh! That's how love works. That's how love moves. Like a river, yeah, like a river running through you, running through your heart and soul. Sometimes it lifts you as high as Heaven. Heaven! It consumes you, that's a given. That's how love works. That's how love works. That's how love moves. That's how love moves. Like a river running through you. Like a river running through your heart and soul. Sometimes it lifts you as high as Heaven. Heaven! It consumes you, that's a given. That's how love moves. That's how love moves. That's how love moves. That's how love moves. That's how, that's how, that's how. That's how love moves. That's how love moves. |
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And now, is it too late to say
How you made my life so different in your quiet way? I can see the joy in simple things, a sunlit sky and all the songs we used to sing. I have walked and I have I prayed. I could forgive and we could start again. In the end, you are my one true friend. For all, all the times you closed your eyes, allowing me to stumble or to be surprised, by life, with all it's twists and turns. I made mistakes, you always knew that I would learn. And when I left, it's you who stayed. You always knew that I'd come home again. In the end, you are my one true friend. Though love may break, it never dies. It changes shape, through changing eyes. What I denied, I now can see. You always were the light inside of me. I know, I know, I know, I know it was you. I have walked and I have I prayed. I could forgive and we could start again. In the end, you are my one true friend. My one true friend. I always, always knew, I always knew that it was you, my one true friend. |
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| 12. |
| 3:54 |
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Live at Five and CNN
keep us all abreast of breaking stories that can tend to make us anxious and depressed. Problems with no answers hang on like some chronic cough. And every day some brand new issue rears it's head to piss you off. Bad guys win. Optimism's wearing thin. Things are spinning out of control. Cynicism's all the fad. World events could make us mad as hatters. Almost every day some underpinning slips away. These aren't laughing matters. Time bombs tick. People keep on getting sick. And a nickel's not worth a cent. Wickedness and greed abound. Just as peace is gaining ground it shatters. Hate is here to stay, and justice goes to those who pay. Friend, these aren't laughing matters. The truth is scarier by far than anything that Stephen King could write. The stories in the paper are the daily small decline and fall spelled out in black and white. Oh, what to do, what to do? how to take a brighter view when your noodle's totally fried. Human spirits need to be leavened by a little levity. So take those blues and bounce them off the wall. Keep your humor please, 'cause don't you know it times like these that laughing matters most of all. |
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