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NOITES CARIOCAS (Jacob do Bandolim) - Dudu Maia e Regional ao vivo no Cl...
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Carlos Gardel - Mano A Mano (Audio)
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Rechiflao en mi tristeza, te evoco y veo que has sido
En mi pobre vida paria sólo una buena mujer
Tu presencia de bacana puso calor en mi nido
Fuiste buena, consecuente, y yo sé que me has querido
Como no quisiste a nadie, como no podrás querer
Se dio el juego de remanye cuando vos, pobre percanta
Gambeteabas la pobreza en la casa de pensión
Hoy sos toda una bacana, la vida te ríe y canta
Los morlacos del otario los tirás a la marchanta
Como juega el gato maula con el misero ratón
Hoy tenés el mate lleno de infelices ilusiones
Te engrupieron los otarios, las amigas, el gavión
La milonga entre magnates con sus locas tentaciones
Donde triunfan y claudican milongueras pretensiones
Se te ha entrado muy adentro en el pobre corazón
Nada debo agradecerte, mano a mano hemos quedado
No me importa lo que has hecho, lo que hacés ni lo que harás
Los favores recibidos creo habértelos pagado
Y si alguna deuda chica sin querer se había olvidado
En la cuenta del otario que tenés se la cargás
Mientras tanto que tus triunfos, pobres triunfos pasajeros
Sean una larga fila de riquezas y placer
Que el bacán que te acamala tenga pesos duraderos
Que te abrás en las paradas con cafishios milongueros
Y que digan los muchachos: Es una buena mujer
Y mañana cuando seas descolado mueble viejo
Y no tengas esperanza en el pobre corazón
Si precisás una ayuda, si te hace falta un consejo
Acordate de este amigo que ha de jugarse el pellejo
P'ayudarte en lo que pueda cuando llegue la ocasión
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You can dance every dance with the guy
Who gives you the eye, let him hold you tight
You can smile every smile for the man
Who held your hand 'neath the pale moonlight
But don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin', save the last dance for me, hmm
Oh, I know that the music's fine (oh, I know, yes I know)
Like sparkling wine go and have your fun
Laugh and sing but while we're apart
Don't give your heart to anyone
But don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin', save the last dance for me, hmm
Baby, don't you know I love you so?
Can't you feel it when we touch?
I will never, never let you go
I love you, oh, so much
You can dance, go and carry on
'Till the night is gone and it's time to go
If he asks, if you're all alone
Can he take you home, you must tell him, no
'Cause don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arm's you're gonna be
So darlin', save the last dance for me
'Cause don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arm's you're gonna be
So darlin', save the last dance for me, hmm
Save the last dance for me, hmm, hmm
Save the last dance for me, hmmm
Save
Interesting tid-bit. Doc Pomus, who wrote the song, had Polio as a child and couldn't dance. His wife loved to dance, so he would take her dancing and she would dance with other men, but, on the last dance, he would get up, and helped by his wife, would dance some of the dance with her. Hence the song
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I feel so bad I got a worried mind
I'm so lonesome all the time
Since I left my baby behind
On Blue Bayou
Saving nickles, saving dimes
Working til the sun don't shine
Looking forward to happier times
On Blue Bayou
I'm going back someday
Come what may
To Blue Bayou
Where the folks are fun
And the world is mine
On Blue Bayou
Where those fishing boats
With their sails afloat
If I could only see
That familiar sunrise
Through sleepy eyes
How happy I'd be
Gonna see my baby again
Gonna be with some of my friends
Maybe I'll feel better again
On Blue Bayou
Saving nickles saving dimes
Working til the sun don't shine
Looking forward to happier times
On Blue Bayou
I'm going back someday
Come what may
To Blue Bayou
Where the folks are fun
And the world is mine
On Blue Bayou
Where those fishing boats
With their sails afloat
If I could only see
That familiar sunrise
Through sleepy eyes
How happy I'd be
Oh that boy of mine
By my side
The silver moon
And the evening tide
Oh some sweet day
Gonna take away
This hurting inside
Well I'll never be blue
My dreams come true
On Blue Bayou
It doesn't get more American than this.
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Where you can hear a country song from far
And someone play the honky-tonk guitar
Where all the lights will go out one by one
The people join the song and the wind takes it away
Where the Mississippi rolls down to the sea
And lovers found the place they'd like to be
How many times before the song was ending
Love and understanding everywhere around
Mississippi
I'll remember you
Whenever I should go away
I'll be longing for the day
That I will be in Greenville again
Mississippi
You'll be on my mind
Every time I hear this song
Mississippi roll along
Until the end of time
Now the country song forever lost its soul
When the guitar player turned to rock 'n' roll
And every time when summer nights are fallin'
I will always be callin', dreams of yesterday
Mississippi
I'll remember you
Whenever I should go away
I'll be longing for the day
That I will be in Greenville again
Mississippi
You'll be on my mind
Every time I hear this song
Mississippi roll along
Until the end of time
Every time I hear this song
Mississippi roll along
Until the end of time
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Poem
lyrics by Eduardo Bianco
music by Mario Melfi
Fue un ensueño de dulce amor,
horas de dicha y de querer.
Fue el poema de ayer,
que yo soñé de dorado color.
Vanas quimeras que el corazón
no logrará descifrar jamás.
¡Nido tan fugaz,
fue un sueño de amor,
de adoración!
Cuando las flores de tu rosal
vuelvan más bellas a florecer,
recordarás mi querer
y has de saber
todo mi intenso mal…
De aquel poema embriagador
ya nada queda entre los dos.
Con mi triste adiós
sentirás la emoción
de mi dolor.
TRANSLATION
It was a dream of sweet love,
hours of joy and of affection.
It was yesterday’s poem
that I dreamed in golden colors.
Vain chimeras that my heart
will never be able to decipher again.
Our fleeting little nest
was a dream of love,
of adoration!*
When the flowers of your rosebush
return, to bloom more beautifully
you shall remember my affection
and then you must surely know
my intense affliction…
Of that intoxicating poem,
nothing now remains between you and me.
Through my sad farewell
you shall feel the emotion
of all my pain.
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If I didn't care, more than words can say
If I didn't care, would I feel this way?
If this isn't love then why do I thrill?
And what makes my head go round and round while my heart stand still?
If I didn't care, would it be the same?
Would my every prayer begin and end with just your name?
And would I be sure that this is love beyond compare?
Would all this be true, if I didn't care for you?
If I didn't care, honey child, more than words can say
If I didn't care, would I feel this way?
And Darlin', if this isn't love, then why do I thrill so much?
And what make my head go round and round while my heart just stand still so much?
If I didn't care, would it be the same?
Would my every prayer begin and end with just your name?
And would I be sure that this is love beyond compare?
Would all this be true, if I didn't care for you?
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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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