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Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again But that's not unusual It's just that the moon is full And you happened to call And here I sit Hand on the telephone Hearing a voice I'd known A couple of light years ago Heading straight for a fall As I remember your eyes Were bluer than robin's eggs My poetry was lousy you said Where are you calling from? A booth in the midwest Ten years ago I bought you some cufflinks You brought me something We both know what memories can bring They bring diamonds and rust Well you burst on the scene Already a legend The unwashed phenomenon The original vagabond You strayed into my arms And there you stayed Temporarily lost at sea The Madonna was yours for free Yes the girl on the half-shell Would keep you unharmed Now I see you standing With brown leaves falling around And snow in your hair Now you're smiling out the window Of that crummy hotel Over Washington Square Our breath comes out white clouds Mingles and hangs in the air Speaking strictly for me We both could have died then and there Now you're telling me You're not nostalgic Then give me another word for it You who are so good with words And at keeping things vague Because I need some of that vagueness now It's all come back too clearly Yes I loved you dearly And if you're offering me diamonds and rust I've already paid |
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| 2. |
| 1:22 |
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Ain't gonna let nobody, turn me around
Turn me around, turn me around Ain't gonna let nobody, turn me around Keep on a walking, keep on a talking Gonna build a brand new world Ain't gonna let the administration turn me around Turn me around, turn me around Ain't gonna let the administration turn me around Keep on a walking, keep on a talking Gonna build a brand new world Ain't gonna let no first-strike policy turn me around Turn me around, turn me around Ain't gonna let no first-strike policy turn me around Keep on a walking, keep on a talkin Gonna build a brand new world Ain't gonna let Indira Ghandi turn me around Turn me around, turn me around Ain't gonna let Indira Ghandi (how'd she get that name?) 'round Keep on a walking, keep on a talking Gonna build a brand new world. Ain't gonna let that Henry Kissenger turn me around Turn me around, turn me around Ain't gonna let that killer Kissenger turn me around Keep on a walking, keep on a-talking Gonna build a brand new world. Ain't gonna let nobody, turn me around Turn me around, turn me around Ain't gonna let nobody, turn me around Keep on a singing, keep on a swinging Gonna build a brand new world |
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No woman no cry, no woman no cry
I said no woman no cry, no woman no cry Yes I remember when we used to sit In the government yard in Trench town Observing those hypocrits Mingle with the good people we know ya Good friends we knew And food friends we lost along the way In this bright future we can't forge the past So dry your tears I say No woman no cry, no woman no cry I said no woman no cry, no woman no cry Yes I remeber when we used to sit In the government yard in Trench town And georgey would cook corn meal poridge Which I'd share with you ya And my feet is my only carriage So I'm gonna push on through Everything's gonna be alright Everything's gonna be alright Everything's gonna be alright Everything's gonna be alright Everything's gonna be alright Everything's gonna be alright Everything's gonna be alright Everything's gonna be alright Everything's gonna be alright No woman no cry, no woman no cry I said no woman no cry, no woamn no cry |
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| 4. |
| 4:59 |
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(L. Cohen)
It's four in the morning, the end of December I'm writing you now just to see if you're better New York is cold, but I like where I'm living There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening. I hear that you're building your house deep in the desert Are you living for nothing now, hope you're keeping some kind of record. Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair She said that you gave it to her That night when you planned to go clear Did you ever go clear? Ah, the last time we saw you, you looked so much older Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder You'd been to the station to meet every train But she never turned up I'm Lili Marlene And you treated some woman to a flake of your life And when she got home she was nobody's wife. Well I see you there with a rose in your teeth One more thin gypsy thief Well I see Jane's awake She sends her regards. And what can I tell you oh what can I tell you What can I possibly say? I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you I'm glad that you stood in my way. And if you ever come by here, be it for Jane or for me I want you to know your enemy's sleeping, I want you to know your woman is free. Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes I thought it was there for good so I never really tried. And Jane came by with a lock of your hair She said that you gave it to her That night when you planned to go clear Sincerely, a friend |
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| 3:42 |
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Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming to carry me home. Swing low, sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me home. And I looked over yonder and what did I see, Coming for to carry me home? So a band, a band of angels, it was a coming for me, Coming for to carry you on home. Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me home. Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot, Comimg for to carry me home. Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me home. Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot, Comimg for to carry me home. Well if you get there before I do, Coming for to carry me home. Tell all my friends, I'm a coming too, Coming for to carry me home. Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me home. Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot, Comimg for to carry me home. Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me home. Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot, Comimg for to carry me home. Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me, you, us on, them home. Amen |
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| 3:59 |
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When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me Speaking words of wisdom, let it be. And in my hour of darkness She is standing right in front of me Speaking words of wisdom, let it be. Let it be, let it be. Let it be, let it be. Whisper words of wisdom, let it be. And when the broken hearted people Living in the world agree, There will be an answer, let it be. For though they may be parted There is still a chance that they will see There will be an answer, let it be. Let it be, let it be. Yeah Let it be, let it be. There will be an answer, let it be. And when the night is cloudy, There is still a light that shines on me, Shines until tomorrow, let it be. I wake up to the sound of music Mother Mary sings to me There will be no sorrow, let it be. Let it be, let it be. Let it be, let it be. There will be no sorrow, let it be. Let it be, let it be, Let it be, let it be. There will be no sorrow, let it be. Let it be, let it be, Let it be, let it be. There will be no sorrow, let it be |
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| 3:15 |
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El preso numero nueve ya lo van a confesar
esta encerrado en la celda con el cura del penal y antes del amanecer la vida le han de quitar porque mato a su mujer y a un amigo desleal Dice asi al confesar los mate si senor y si vuelvo a nacer yo los vuelvo a matar Padre no me arrepiento ni me da miedo la eternidad yo se que alla en el cielo el que juzga nos juzgara voy a seguir sus pasos voy a buscarla hasta el mas alla. ay. yayayayayyyyy El preso numero nueve era un hombre muy cabal iba en la noche del pueble muy contento en su jacal pero al mirar a su amor en brazos de su rival ardio en el pecho el rencor y no se pudo aguantar al sonar el clarin se formo el peloton iban al paredon solo alcanzo a decir: Padre no me arrepiento ni me da miedo la eternidad yo se que alla en el cielo el que juzga nos juzgara voy a seguir sus pasos voy a buscarla hasta el mas alla. ay. yayayayayyyyy yaay |
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| 2:39 |
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Llego con tres heridas:
la del amor, la de la muerte, la de la vida. Con tres heridas viene: la de la vida, la del amor, la de la muerte Con tres heridas yo: la de la vida, la de la muerte, la del amor. Llego con tres heridas: la del amor, la de la muerte, la de la vida. Con tres heridas viene: la de la vida, la del amor, la de la muerte. Con tres heridas yo: la de la vida, la de la muerte, la del amor. |
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| 2:54 |
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Hegoak ebaki banizkio
Neria izango zen Ez zuen aldegingoBainan, honela Ez zen gehiago txoria izango Eta nik...txoria nuen maite The bird which is a bird If I had cut the wings to her She would have been mine She would not be flees But,thus She would not have been anymore a bird And me...it's the bird which I loved |
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| 5:35 | 
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| 11. |
| 6:06 |
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Gracias A La Vida
(Violeta Parra) Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto. Me dio dos luceros, que cuando los abro, Perfecto distingo lo negro del blanco Y en el alto cielo su fondo estrellado Y en las multitudes el hombre que yo amo. Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto. Me ha dado el oido que en todo su ancho Graba noche y dia, grillos y canarios, Martillos, turbinas, ladridos, chubascos, Y la voz tan tierna de mi bien amado. Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto. Me ha dado el sonido y el abecedario; Con el las palabras que pienso y declaro: Madre, amigo, hermano, y luz alumbrando La ruta del alma del que estoy amando. Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto. Me ha dado la marcha de mis pies cansados; Con ellos anduve ciudades y charcos, Playas y desiertos, montanas y llanos, Y la casa tuya, tu calle y tu patio. Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto. Me dio el corazon que agita su marco Cuando miro el fruto del cerebro humano, Cuando miro al bueno tan lejos del malo, Cuando miro al fondo de tus ojos claros. Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto. Me ha dado la risa y me ha dado el llanto. Asi yo distingo dicha de quebranto, Los dos materiales que forman mi canto, Y el canto de ustedes que es mi mismo canto, Y el canto de todos que es mi propio canto. Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto. |
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| 1:23 |
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