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Darkness lights the lamps of old Brazil
Deep inside the jungle hearts are still Tigers hide inside alley cats eyes Waiting for you to walk byUnderneath this starlight latitude Underneath this tranquil attitude Oh my feelings are running so high I feel I could color the sky Amazon blueOh it's you (Don't you break my heart Brazil) And it's me (And leave me here) On the boulevard (Upon the boulevard)Caught inside your spell it's your parade Refugees from love we masquerade Though your lover is waiting at home I have one of my own I must go toOh it's you (Don't you break my heart Brazil) And it's me (And leave me here) On the boulevard (Upon the boulevard)Oh my feelings are running so high I feel I could color the sky Amazon blueOh it's you (Don't you break my heart Brazil) And it's me (And leave me here) On the boulevard (Upon the boulevard) |
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Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty
Tell us about the boy from New York City Ooo wah, ooo wah c'mon kitty Tell us about the boy from New York CityHe's kind of tall He's really fine Some day I hope to make him mine, all mine And he's neat And oh so sweet And just the way he looked at me He swept me off my feet Ooo whee, you ought to come and see How he walks And how he talksOoo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty Tell us about the boy from New York CityHe's really down And he's no clown He has the finest penthouse I've ever seen in town And he's cute In his mohair suit And he keeps his pockets full of spending loot Ooo whee, say you ought to come and see His dueling scar And brand new carEvery time he says he loves me Chills run down my spine Every time he wants to kiss me He makes me feel so fine Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty Tell us about the boy from New York CityWell he can dance (He can dance, take a chance with a little ro-) And make romance (mance baby, cause he's a looker) That's when I feel in love With just one glance (He's sweet talking and cool)He was shy And so was I And now I know I'll never, ever say goodbye Ooo whee, say you ought to come and see He's the most From coast to coastOoo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City Ooo wah, ooo wah c'mon kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City |
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Music by Art DeCoteau
Lyrics by Slinger Francisco The rule of the tyrants decline The year, 1979 From Uganda to Nicaragua It's bombs and bullets all the time So they corrupt, so they vile So it's coup after coup all the while Human rights they violate They think they too damn great So in disgrace now they live in exile Gairy is a wanted man Idi Amin is a wanted man Shah of Iran tried so hard to survive He too was wanted dead or alive Strikes, demonstrations & wars Injustice is always the cause Politicians turn too soon from poor people into tycoons Corruption must bring harass South African Vorster resign in disgrace Muzurewa take away Ian Smith place The Uganda devil was easily cat straddled Beaten up and chased, what a waste. Gairy is a wanted man Bokassa is a wanted man Ali Bhutto try so hard to survive He too was wanted dead or alive. The Shah had a short time to live Because the Ayatollah don't forgive When you see church ruling state With pure vengeance and hate Situation must be explosive General Somoza from Nicaragua Thought it was easy with the Sandanistas With the help of Venezuela, Panama and Cuba They kick him straight to America Gairy is a wanted man Park Chung Hee was a wanted man Achem Pong tried so hard to survive He too was wanted dead or alive Gairy is a wanted man Idi Amin is a wanted man Shah of Iran tried so hard to survive He too was wanted dead or alive Bang...You're dead |
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Shadows looking through an open window
Footsteps following wherever you go Undercover eyes Search to find the key to alibis Living in a hideaway You can't hide You can never get away They'll find you Be aware of strangers in the darkJealous lovers quarrel in suspicion Passions justifying their positions Vengeance on the rise Now they're throwing daggers from their eyes Maybe they can find a way Past their pride Live and let it die away If not they'll Lie a lot and fight a lot But you beware 'Cause in the air they'reSpies in the night They go wherever you are You're in their sight Watch out for spies in the cold, cold, restless nightHeartache like a burning, turning fever Someone tells his girl that he will leave her Ooo her ravaged eyes Kiss goodbye the years of hidden liesPhotos taken on display he denies But the cheating heart will pay She says you lie a lot And fight a lot but it's in vain You can't explain 'causeSpies in the night They go wherever you are You're in their sight Watch out for spies in the nightSorry, now you will payCheryl: Hello Alan: The winds are calm in the channel. Cheryl: The boat will sail at midnight. Alan: Listen very carefully to me. I don't have much time and I'm being watched. Cheryl: You're being watched - By who? Alan: I have your pictures. Cheryl: Oh. Thank you. You don't know how much this means to me. Alan: Do you have my money? Cheryl: Yes. Of course I do. Alan: Meet me in an hour. Position A. Code Z. I'll... Cheryl: Hello! Hello!! Hello!!!Spies in the night They go wherever you are You're in their sight Watch out for spies in the night |
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Endless nights
I''d play solitaire Imagining that you were here One night flights Such heartless affairs They froze the hopes of love in me You suddenly appeared Melted all my fears Filled me with the love I needYou make me smile again Like a child of three And I believe it will turn out right baby Oh you make me smile again Hold me in your arms Oh love, my loveHeart to heart Our souls intertwine Make love and float away with me Twins of flame A love so divine I want to spend my life around you Now, now I have the strength Now I have the hopes You give me all I needTo make me smile again Like a child of three And I believe it will work out right Oh you make me smile again Hold me in your arms Oh love, my loveYou make me smile again Like a child of three Oh I believe we''ll live a dream for two Oh you make me smile again Hold me in your arms Oh love, my love |
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Music by Charlie Parker
Lyrics by Eddie Jefferson I'm here to just confirm what I've been really always sayin' About modern jazz It's the savior of the nation And I'll believe it if you do too The rhythm & blues Like Bird When he thought of this melody The message he played on his horn Was the steady confirmation That he discovered The sound that makes the music be free This may sound unstable But I know I'm able to concentrate in song to you My lyrics may go fast Sometimes a word may get past folks But so I keep it swingin' I know I've got to stay true So like the Bird I'm gonna say that jazz is always A happiness groove So come on and I'll confirm it 'Cause certainly the Bird that I heard made the word of confirmation |
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Kafka was the result of several sessions that The Manhattan Transfer had with Bernard Kafka, a Polish
vocal arranger. This piece that Kafka wrote was like the European contemporary jazz of the time part fusion, yet with elements of rock, which gives it a very unique sound. This was the groups first venture into a "wordless" type of singing. |
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That certain night
The night we met There was magic abroad in the air There were angels dining at the Ritz And a nightingale sang in Berkeley SquareI may be right I may be wrong But I'm perfectly willing to swear That when you turned and smiled at me A nightingale sang in Berkeley SquareThe moon that lingered over London town Poor puzzled moon He wore a frownOh how could he know we two were so in love The whole wide world was upside down The streets of town were paved with stars It was such a romantic affair And as we kissed and said goodbye A nightingale sang in Berkeley SquareA nightingale sang. A nightingale sangThe streets of townWere paved with starsIt was such a romantic affair And as we kissed and said goodbye A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square |
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