jueves, 31 de enero de 2013
Kenny Rogers - Lady
Lady, I'm your knight in shining armor and I love you
You have made me what I am and I am yours
My love, there's so many ways I want to say I love you
Let me hold you in my arms forever more
You have gone and made me such a fool
I'm so lost in your love
And oh, we belong together
Won't you believe in my song?
Lady, for so many years I thought I'd never find you
You have come into my life and made me whole
Forever let me wake to see you each and every morning
Let me hear you whisper softly in my ear
In my eyes I see no one else but you
There's no other love like our love
And yes, oh yes, I'll always want you near me
I've waited for you for so long
Lady, your love's the only love I need
And beside me is where I want you to be
'Cause, my love, there's somethin' I want you to know
You're the love of my life, you're my lady!
King of the Mountain by Kate Bush
A cool song about Elvis, by Kate Bush.
If you've not heard it before then I hope that you like Dasha.
:) All the best.
Could you see the aisles of women?
Could you see them screaming and weeping?
Could you see the storm rising?
Could you see the guy who was driving?
Could you climb higher and higher?
Could you climb right over the top?
Why does a multi-millionaire
Fill up his home with priceless junk?
The wind is whistling,
The wind is whistling
Through the house.
Elvis, are you out there somewhere
Looking like a happy man?
In the snow with Rosebud
And king of the mountain.
Another Hollywood waitress
Is telling us she's having your baby.
And there's a rumour that you're on ice
And you will rise again someday,
And that there's a photograph
Where you're dancing on your grave.
The wind is whistling,
The wind is whistling
Through the house.
Elvis, are you out there somewhere
Looking like a happy man?
In the snow with Rosebud
And king of the mountain.
The wind, it blows,
The wind, it blows the door closed.
If you've not heard it before then I hope that you like Dasha.
:) All the best.
Could you see the aisles of women?
Could you see them screaming and weeping?
Could you see the storm rising?
Could you see the guy who was driving?
Could you climb higher and higher?
Could you climb right over the top?
Why does a multi-millionaire
Fill up his home with priceless junk?
The wind is whistling,
The wind is whistling
Through the house.
Elvis, are you out there somewhere
Looking like a happy man?
In the snow with Rosebud
And king of the mountain.
Another Hollywood waitress
Is telling us she's having your baby.
And there's a rumour that you're on ice
And you will rise again someday,
And that there's a photograph
Where you're dancing on your grave.
The wind is whistling,
The wind is whistling
Through the house.
Elvis, are you out there somewhere
Looking like a happy man?
In the snow with Rosebud
And king of the mountain.
The wind, it blows,
The wind, it blows the door closed.
miércoles, 30 de enero de 2013
Tourist by Julian Casablancas
"Tourist"
I wish that clouds could hold me up like I thought as a child growing up
I wish I could sound as soothing as the rainfall
But I am only a drop from the storm
Feel like a tourist out in the country
Once this whole world was all countryside
Feel like a tourist in the big city
Soon I will simply evaporate
They took the strings up north, the drums down south
After they crossed Afghanistan a long time ago
You're shuffling your feet into the next dimension
Soon skyscrapers will be everywhere
I feel like a tourist lost in the suburbs
Soon the whole world will be urban sprawl
Feel like a land lover out on the ocean
Feel like a teardrop streaming off your chin
Some will bet against you, try even to prevent you
But not many can stop you man, if you got a perfect plan
Can they possibly try - I demand to know why they would doubt you?
In this hand, a thousand generations...
Feel like a tourist out in the desert
So hot it feels like the Devil's breath
Feel like a tourist out in the swampland
This world is just patches of water and land
Everywhere I go I'm a tourist
But if you stay with me, I'll always be at home
I wish that clouds could hold me up like I thought as a child growing up
I wish I could sound as soothing as the rainfall
But I am only a drop from the storm
Feel like a tourist out in the country
Once this whole world was all countryside
Feel like a tourist in the big city
Soon I will simply evaporate
They took the strings up north, the drums down south
After they crossed Afghanistan a long time ago
You're shuffling your feet into the next dimension
Soon skyscrapers will be everywhere
I feel like a tourist lost in the suburbs
Soon the whole world will be urban sprawl
Feel like a land lover out on the ocean
Feel like a teardrop streaming off your chin
Some will bet against you, try even to prevent you
But not many can stop you man, if you got a perfect plan
Can they possibly try - I demand to know why they would doubt you?
In this hand, a thousand generations...
Feel like a tourist out in the desert
So hot it feels like the Devil's breath
Feel like a tourist out in the swampland
This world is just patches of water and land
Everywhere I go I'm a tourist
But if you stay with me, I'll always be at home
martes, 29 de enero de 2013
I'll Be Missing You
Every step I take, every move I make
...Every single day, every time I pray
Ill be missing you
Thinking of the day, when you went away
What a life to take, what a bond to break
Ill be missing you ...
I miss you big
viernes, 25 de enero de 2013
Nour - Sho Sa'bi / نور - شو صعبى
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martes, 22 de enero de 2013
domingo, 20 de enero de 2013
Gerry Rafferty - Baker Street
Baker Street
Winding your way down on Baker Street
Light in your head and dead on your feet
Well another crazy day, you'll drink the night away
And forget about everything
This city desert makes you feel so cold
It's got so many people but it's got no soul
And it's taken you so long to find out you were wrong
When you thought it held everything
You used to think that it was so easy
You used to say that it was so easy
But you're tryin', you're tryin' now
Another year and then you'd be happy
Just one more year and then you'd be happy
But you're cryin', you're cryin' now
Way down the street there's a lad in his place
He opens the door, he's got that look on his face
And he asks you where you've been, you tell him who you've seen
And you talk about anything
He's got this dream about buyin' some land
He's gonna give up the booze and the one night stands
And then he'll settle down in some quiet little town
And forget about everything
But you know he'll always keep movin'
You know he's never gonna stop movin'
Cause he's rollin', he's the rollin' stone
And when you wake up it's a new morning
The sun is shining, it's a new morning
And you're going, you're going home
miércoles, 16 de enero de 2013
A-ha - You'll Never Get Over Me
You say you want some fun
You're not the only one
Not the only one
And you say you wanna run
You're not the only one
Not the only one
You will never get over me
I'll never got under you
Whenever our voices speak
It's never our minds that meet
You'll never get over me
I'll never got under you
Whenever our voices speak
It's never our minds that meet
You say you want some
You're not the only one
Not the only one
And you, you say you've come undone
You're not the only one
Not the only one
You will never get over me
I'll never got under you
Whenever our voices speak
It's never our minds that meet
You'll never get over me
I'll never got under you
Whenever our voices speak
It's never our minds that meet
You'll never get over me...
sábado, 12 de enero de 2013
viernes, 11 de enero de 2013
martes, 8 de enero de 2013
domingo, 6 de enero de 2013
Mystery Train by Elvis Presley
Train arrive, sixteen coaches long
Train arrive, sixteen coaches long
Well that long black train got my baby and gone
Train train, comin' round, round the bend
Train train, comin' round the bend
Well it took my baby, but it never will again (no, not again)
Train train, comin' down, down the line
Train train, comin' down the line
Well it's bringin' my baby, 'cause she's mine all, all mine
(She's mine, all, all mine)
Train train, comin' round, round the bend
Train train, comin' round, round the bend
Well it took my baby, but it never will again (never will)
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