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From Midnight Cowboy
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Hoy que en mis brazos estás
En cruel espera de mi último adiós
Se parte mi alma de verte llorar
No llores, no llores
Acerca tu alma hacia mí
Tu corazón y tus labios también
Y guarda bien lo que voy a decir
No llores, no llores
Tú me enseñaste a besar
Y me enseñaste la verdad del amor
Así mi vida la apartaste del mal
Por eso he de ser
Nomás para tí
Adiós y guarda mi amor
Y llora cuando de vuelta yo esté
Que yo de dicha también lloraré
No llores, no llores
No llores, no llores, mi vida
No llores, no llores, mi vida
No llores, no llores, mi vida
No llores, no llores, mi vida
(No, no)
Tú me enseñaste a besar
Y me enseñaste la verdad del amor
Así mi vida la apartaste del mal
Por eso he de ser
Nomás para tí
Adiós y guarda mi amor
Y llora cuando de vuelta yo esté
Que yo de dicha también lloraré
No llores, no llores
No llores, no llores
No llores
Cumbia
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Ajai, al son de los tambores
Y un saludo cordial a mi país quiero dar
Ajai, al son de los tambores
Esa negra se amaña
Y al sonar de la caña
Va brindando sus amores
Es la negra, Soledad
La que goza mi cumbia
Esa negra saramuya, oye caramba
Con la pollera colorá
De aquí pa' ya, de allá pa' ca, que buena está
(Con la pollera colará)
Mira como mueve, mira como baila la pollera colorá
(Con la pollera colará)
Esa negrita linda, que rica y sabrosa que está
(Con la pollera colará)
Pa' que lo baile... Venezuela, Perú, Ecuador y Panamá
(Con su pollera colará)
Mira que rico
Ajai, cuando le canto a Soledad
Yo me siento contento
Porque con su movimiento
Inspiración ella me da
Tiene color de canela
Y mucho olor a la pimienta
Como estoy de contento, oye caramba
Por su pollera colará
De aquí pa' allá, de allá pa' acá, que buena está
(Con la pollera colará)
Mira como baila, mira como mueve la pollera colorá
(Con la pollera colará)
Esa negrita que buena, sabrosa, que rica que está
(Con la pollera colará)
Y un saludo cordial a mi país, Colombia quiero dar
(Con su pollera colará)
México lindo y querido, no se me puede olvidar
(Con la pollera colará)
De aquí pa' allá, de allá pa' acá, que buena está
(Con la pollera colará)
Esa negra querida, esa negra Linda, oye mamá
(Con la pollera colará)
En Puerto Rico, si se baila la pollera colorá
(Con la pollera colará)
Mira como baila, mira como mueve su pollera colará
(Con la pollera colará)
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If you ever go down Trinidad
They make you feel so very glad
Calypso sing and make up rhyme
Guarantee you one real good fine time
Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
Oh, beat it man, beat it
Since the Yankee come to Trinidad
They got the young girls all goin' mad
Young girls say they treat 'em nice
Make Trinidad like paradise
Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
Oh, you vex me, you vex me
From Chicachicaree to Mona's Isle
Native girls all dance and smile
Help soldier celebrate his leave
Make every day like New Year's Eve
Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
It's a fact, man, it's a fact
In old Trinidad, I also fear
The situation is mighty queer
Like the Yankee girl, the native swoon
When she hear Der Bingo croon
Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
Out on Manzanella Beach
G.I. romance with native peach
All night long, make tropic love
Next day, sit in hot sun and cool off
Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
It's a fact, man, it's a fact
Rum and Coca-Cola
Rum and Coca-Cola
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
As I said before, you got a great taste in music.
Actually, through you, I've discovered more great music, songs I didn't know.
So, a big thank you.
There's a tear in my beer 'cause I'm cryin' for you,dear you are on my lonely mind. And into these past few beers I have shed a million tears. You are on my lonely mind I'm gonna keep drinkin' until I'm petrified. And then maybe these tears will leave my eyes. There's a tear in my beer cause I'm crying' for you dear You are on my lonely mind. Last night I walked the floor and the night before You are on my lonely mind. It seems my life is through and I'm so doggone blue You are on my lonely mind. I'm gonna keep drinkin' till I can't move a toe and then maybe my heart won't hurt me so.
Poem for My Love
BY JUNE JORDAN
How do we come to be here next to each other
in the night
Where are the stars that show us to our love
inevitable
Outside the leaves flame usual in darkness
and the rain
falls cool and blessed on the holy flesh
the black men waiting on the corner for
a womanly mirage
I am amazed by peace
It is this possibility of you
asleep
and breathing in the quiet air
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What a difference a day makes
24 little hours
Brought the sun and the flowers
Where there used to be rain
My yesterday was blue, dear
Today I'm a part of you, dear
My lonely nights are through, dear
Since you said you were mine
What a difference a day makes
There's a rainbow before me
Skies above can't be stormy
Since that moment of bliss, that thrilling kiss
It's heaven when you find romance on your menu
What a difference a day made
And the difference is you
(How do you call your lover, boy)
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Love
Love is strange
Lot of people
Take it for a game
Once you get it
You never want to quit, no no
After you've had it
You're in an awful fix
Many people
Don't understand, no no
They think loving
Is money in the hand
Your sweet loving
Is better than a kiss
When you leave me
Sweet kisses I miss
Sylvia
Yes, Mickey
How do you call your lover boy
Come here, lover boy
And if he doesn't answer
Oh lover boy
And if he still doesn't answer
I simply say
Baby, oh baby
My sweet baby, you're the one
Baby, oh baby
My sweet baby, you're the one
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Oh, let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
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Yanina Quiñones and Neri Piliu – La milonga de Buenos Aires
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I love watching her dance. I’m envious of her ass jiggling.
A compilation.
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1930's jazz
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L'italiano (Toto Cutugno) - The Gypsy Queens
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Because you know I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass, no treble
I'm all 'bout that bass, 'bout that bass, no treble
I'm all 'bout that bass, 'bout that bass, no treble
I'm all 'bout that bass, 'bout that bass (bass, bass, bass, bass)
Yeah it's pretty clear, I ain't no size two
But I can shake it, shake it like I'm supposed to do
'Cause I got that boom boom that all the boys chase
All the right junk in all the right places
I see them magazines workin' that photoshop
We know that shit ain't real
Come on now, make it stop
If you got beauty beauty just raise 'em up
'Cause every inch of you is perfect
From the bottom to the top
Yeah, my momma she told me don't worry about your size
She says, boys like a little more booty to hold at night
And no I won't be no stick-figure, silicone Barbie doll
So, if that's what's you're into
Then go ahead and move along
Because you know I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass, no treble
I'm all 'bout that bass, 'bout that bass, no treble
I'm all 'bout that bass, 'bout that bass, no treble
I'm all 'bout that bass, 'bout that bass, hey
I'm bringing booty back
Go ahead and tell them skinny bitches that
No, I'm just playing I know y'all think you're fat
But I'm here to tell you
Every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top
Yeah, my momma she told me don't worry about your size
She says, boys like a little more booty to hold at night
You know I won't be no stick-figure, silicone Barbie doll
So, if that's what's you're into
Then go ahead and move along
Because you know I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass, no treble
I'm all 'bout that bass, 'bout that bass, no treble
I'm all 'bout that bass, 'bout that bass, no treble
I'm all 'bout that bass, 'bout that bass
Because you know I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass, no treble
(Said) I'm all 'bout that bass, 'bout that bass, no treble
(Uh) I'm all 'bout that bass, 'bout that bass, no treble
(I said) I'm all 'bout that bass, 'bout that bass
Because you know I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass, no treble
(Said) I'm all 'bout that bass, 'bout that bass, no treble
I'm all 'bout that bass, 'bout that bass, no treble
I'm all 'bout that bass, 'bout that bass
I'm all 'Bout that bass
'Bout that bass
Hey
Hey
Hey hey
Ooh
You know you love this bass
A ah ah ah yeah
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By The Danish Symphony Orchestra
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Great selection. Keep them coming.
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I hear the train a comin', it's rolling round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone
When I was just a baby, my mama told me "son"
"Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns"
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry
I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But those people keep on movin'
And that's what tortures me
Well if they freed me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
Please contribute if you want. All music is good, just don’t overflow the thread.
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It seems we stood and talked like this before
We looked at each other in the same way then
But I can't remember where or when
The clothes you're wearing are the clothes you wore
The smile you are smiling you were smiling then
But I can't remember where or when
Some things that happened for the first time
Seem to be happening again
And so it seems that we have met before
And laughed before, and loved before
But who knows where or when
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When Country was Country
I went down to the river to watch the fish swim by;
But i got to the river so lonesome i wanted to die..., oh lord!
And then i jumped in the river, but the doggone river was dry.
She's long gone, and now i'm lonesome blue.
I had me a woman who couldn't be true.
She made me for my money and she made me blue.
A man needs a woman that he can lean on,
But my leanin' post is done left and gone.
She's long gone, and now i'm lonesome blue.
I'm gonna find me a river, one that's cold as ice.
And when i find me that river, lord i'm gonna pay the price, oh lord!
I'm goin' down in it three times, but lord i'm only comin up twice.
She's long gone, and now i'm lonesome blue.
She told me on sunday she was checkin' me out;
Long about monday she was nowhere about.
And here it is tuesday, ain't had no news.
I got them gone but not forgotten blues.
She's long gone, and now i'm lonesome blue.
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Maníííí
Si te quieres por el pico divertir
Comete un cucuruchito de maní
Que calentito, y rico esta
Ya no se puede pedir más
Ay, caserita no me dejes ir
Porque después te vas a arrepentir
Y va a ser muy tarde ya
Manisero se va, manisero se va
Caserita no te acuestes, a dormir
Sin comerte un cucurucho de maní
Cuando la calle, sola esta
Acera de mi corazón
El manisero, entona su pregón
Y si la niña escucha su cantar
Llama desde su balcón
Dame de tu maní, dame de tu maní
Que esta noche no voy a poder dormir
Sin comerme un cucurucho de maní
Me voy, me voy, me voy
La Milonga De Buenos Aires
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Qué bonitos ojos tienes
Debajo de esas dos cejas
Debajo de esas dos cejas
Qué bonitos ojos tienes
Ellos me quieren mirar
Pero si tú no los dejas
Pero si tú no los dejas,
Ni siquiera parpadear
Malagueña salerosa
Besar tus labios quisiera
Besar tus labios quisiera
Malagueña salerosa
Y decirte niña hermosa
Eres linda y hechicera
Eres linda y hechicera
Como el candor de una rosa
Con tus ojos me anunciabas
Que me amabas tiernamente
Que me amabas tiernamente
Con tus ojos me anunciabas
Ingrata, me traicionabas
Cuando de ti estaba ausente
Cuando de ti estaba ausente
De mi pasión te burlabas
Malagueña salerosa
Besar tus labios quisiera
Besar tus labios quisiera
Malagueña salerosa
Y decirte niña hermosa
Eres linda y hechicera
Eres linda y hechicera
Como el candor de una rosa
Como el candor de una rosa
BICHIYAL - BadBunny X YAVIAH
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Caballo Viejo (Caballo Vieyo)
Song by Roberto Torres
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Cuban salsa
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The trumpet introduction by Luis is out of this world. I could listen to his horn for hours. Ella’s sweet voice with the matching lows, give me goose bumps. Enjoy
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Azucena Maizani was an Argentine tango singer and composer during the 1920’s and 1930’s
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OC didn’t make any other “hits”. His “Little Green Apples” went to #2. I loved it.
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same type of videos but the music is great.
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