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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