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  • 25-05-1969
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    Margherita
    Composer(s): Riccardo Cocciante; Marco Luberti
    Originally performed by: Riccardo Cocciante
    Covered by various other artists



    Io non posso stare fermo con le mani nelle mani
    tante cose devo fare prima che venga domani
    e se lei già sta dormendo io non posso riposare
    farò in modo che al risveglio non mi possa più scordare
    Perché questa lunga notte, non sia nera più del nero
    fatti grande dolce luna e riempi il cielo intero
    e perché quel suo sorriso possa ritornare ancora
    splendi sole domattina come non hai fatto ancora

    E per poi farle cantare, le canzoni che ha imparato
    io le costruirò un silenzio che nessuno ha mai sentito
    sveglierò tutti gli amanti, parlerò per ore ed ore
    abbracciamoci più forte, perché lei vuole l'amore

    Poi corriamo per le strade e mettiamoci a ballare
    perché lei vuole la gioia, perché lei odia il rancore
    e poi coi secchi di vernice coloriamo tutti i muri
    case, vicoli e palazzi, perché lei ama i colori
    raccogliamo tutti i fiori, che può darci primavera
    costruiamole una culla, per amarci quando è sera
    poi saliamo su nel cielo, e prendiamole una stella
    perché Margherita è buona, perché Margherita è bella

    Perché Margherita è dolce, perché Margherita è vera
    perché Margherita ama, e lo fa una notte intera
    perché Margherita è un sogno, perché Margherita è il sale
    perché Margherita è il vento e non sa che può far male
    perché Margherita è tutto, ed è lei la mia pazzia
    Margherita, Margherita...Margherita...adesso è mia...



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    Tags:Riccardo Cocciante

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    30 Days Out
    Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen



    We fell in love and I made you the world
    I spent all my time tryin' to satisfy you, girl
    Just one thing that I can't figure out
    Closer I get, farther baby I am out

    30 days, 30 days out
    Well I'm six days runnin' but I'm 30 days out
    30 days, 30 days out
    With every kiss you leave a little shadow of doubt

    The roof was leakin' honey where we live
    And I'm wonderin' what's that something that you won't give
    I started loving you but I gotta stop
    You got me mostly waitin' for that other shoe to drop

    30 days, 30 days out
    You keep me six days runnin' but I'm 30 days out
    30 days, 30 days out
    With every kiss you leave a little shadow of doubt

    Tried to talk about what's goin' on
    You just smile and tell me "Baby there ain't nothin' wrong"
    In your smile there's a sign in red
    It said "Thousand miles of hard road dead ahead"

    30 days, 30 days out
    Yeah I'm six days runnin' but I'm 30 days out
    30 days, 30 days out
    With every kiss you leave a little shadow of doubt

    30 days, 30 days out
    Well I'm six days runnin' but I'm 30 days out
    30 days, 30 days out
    With every kiss you leave a little shadow of doubt




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    24-05-1969
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    Margherita
    Composer(s): Riccardo Cocciante; Marco Luberti;
    L. Driessen; H. Kooreneef
    Performer(s): Marco Borsato
    (Originally performed by: Riccardo Cocciante)



    In de verte spreekt een stem
    Die ik herken van onze ruzies
    Over kleine misverstanden
    Over grote desillusies
    En ik hoor de kille klanken
    Van jouw ingehouden woede
    Maar wat kan ik meer dan janken
    Als ik dit niet kon vermoeden
    In een waas hoor ik je zeggen
    Dat je alles op wilt geven
    Dat je alles met je meeneemt
    Wat me lief is in dit leven
    En ik luister hoe jouw woorden
    Langzaam opgaan in de zinnen
    Die me treffen als een bliksem
    Met vernietigende kracht

    Deze kilte maakt me gek
    En dit gevoel is angstaanjagend
    Maar je woorden malen verder
    En m`n ogen kijken vragend
    Waarom zei je mij niet eerder
    Dat je zo van me vervreemd was
    Waarom sprak je over liefde
    Als je nooit van mij gehouden hebt
    Ik verlies het van de wanhoop
    En ik voel m`n tranen branden
    En ik zou niets liever willen
    Dan m`n hoofd weer in jouw handen
    Maar wat tot een uur geleden
    Nog zo veilig heeft geleken
    Is `n hele grote leugen
    En `n kaartenhuis gebleken

    Het is net of iemand anders
    In jouw lichaam is gekropen
    En ik heb niet eens gemerkt
    Dat ie naar binnen is geslopen
    Om jouw liefde uit te wissen
    En m`n wereld te vernielen
    Wil er niemand me vertellen
    Dat ik alles heb gedroomd



    Categorie:Nederl. Songs
    Tags:Marco Borsato

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    30,000 Pounds Of Bananas
    Composer(s): Harry Chapin
    Performer(s): Harry Chapin



    It was just after dark when the truck started down
    the hill that leads into Scranton Pennsylvania
    Carrying thirty thousand pounds of bananas
    Carrying thirty thousand pounds (hit it Big John) of bananas

    He was a young driver
    just out on his second job
    And he was carrying the next day's pasty fruits
    for everyone in that coal-scarred city
    where children play without despair
    in backyard slag-piles and folks manage to eat each day
    about thirty thousand pounds of bananas
    Yes, just about thirty thousand pounds (scream it again, John)

    He passed a sign that he should have seen
    saying "shift to low gear, a fifty dollar fine my friend."
    He was thinking perhaps about the warm-breathed woman
    who was waiting at the journey's end
    He started down the two mile drop
    the curving road that wound from the top of the hill
    He was pushing on through the shortening miles that ran down to the depot
    Just a few more miles to go
    then he'd go home and have her ease his long, cramped day away
    and the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas
    Yes the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas

    He was picking speed as the city spread its twinkling lights below him
    But he paid no heed as the shivering thoughts of the nights
    delights went through him
    His foot nudged the brakes to slow him down
    But the pedal floored easy without a sound
    He said "Christ!"
    It was funny how he had named the only man who could save him now
    He was trapped inside a dead-end hellslide
    riding on his fear-hunched back
    was every one of those yellow green
    I'm telling you thirty thousand pounds of bananas
    Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of bananas

    He barely made the sweeping curve that led into the steepest grade
    And he missed the thankful passing bus at ninety miles an hour
    And he said "God, make it a dream!"
    as he rode his last ride down
    And he said "God, make it a dream!"
    as he rode his last ride down
    And he sideswiped nineteen neat parked cars
    clipped off thirteen telephone poles
    hit two houses, bruised eight trees
    and Blue-Crossed seven people
    it was then he lost his head
    not to mention an arm or two before he stopped
    And he slid for four hundred yards
    along the hill that leads into Scranton, Pennsylvania
    All those thirty thousand pounds of bananas

    You know the man who told me about it on the bus
    as it went up the hill out of Scranton, Pennsylvania
    he shrugged his shoulders, he shook his head
    and he said (and this is exactly what he said)
    "Boy that sure must've been something
    Just imagine thirty thousand pounds of bananas
    Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of mashed bananas
    Of bananas, bananas, just bananas
    Thirty thousand pounds of Bananas, not no driver now, just bananas!"




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    23-05-1969
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    Margaritaville
    Composer(s): Jimmy Buffett
    Performer(s): Jimmy Buffett



    Nibblin' on sponge cake
    Watching the sun bake
    All of those tourists covered with oil
    Strumming my six-string
    On my front porch swing
    Smell those shrimp, they're beginning to boil

    Wasted away again in Margaritaville
    Searching for my lost shaker of salt
    Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
    But I know
    It's nobody's fault

    I don't know the reason
    I stayed here all season
    Nothing to show but this brand new tattoo
    But it's a real beauty
    A Mexican cutie
    How it got here I haven't a clue

    Wasted away again in Margaritaville
    Searching for my lost shaker of salt
    Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
    Now I think
    Hell, it could be my fault

    I blew out my flip-flop
    Stepped on a pop-top
    Cut my heal had to cruise on back home
    But there's booze in the blender
    And soon it will render
    That frozen concoction that helps me hang on

    Wasted away again in Margaritaville
    Searching for my lost shaker of salt
    Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
    But I know
    It's my own damned fault

    Yes and some people claim that there's a woman to blame
    And I know
    It's my owned damned fault



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    30th Century Man
    Composer(s): Scott Walker
    Performer(s): Scott Walker



    See the dwarves and see the giants
    Which one would you choose to be?
    And if you can't get that together
    Here's the answer, here's the key
    You can freeze
    Like a 30th century man
    Like a 30th century man
    Play it cool
    Like a 30th century man
    Like a 30th century man
    I'll save my breath and take it with me
    'Til a hundred years or so
    Shame you won't be there to see me
    Shaking hands with Charles DeGaulle
    Play it cool and surrender up all you can
    Be a 30th century man
    You can freeze like a 30th century man
    Be a 30th century man
    High, high
    Be a 30th century man
    Play it cool
    Be a 30th century man
    You can freeze
    Be a 30th century man
    Play it cool
    Be a 30th century man
    ???
    See the dwarves and see the giants
    Which one would you choose to be?
    And if you can't get that together
    Here's the answer, here's the key
    You can freeze like a 30th century man
    Be a 30th century man
    You play it cool
    And surrender off all you can
    Be a 30th century man
    You can freeze like a 30th century man
    Be a 30th century man
    You play it cool like a 30th century man
    Be a 30th century man
    You can freeze
    And surrender off all you can
    Be a 30th century man




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    22-05-1969
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    Mambo No. 5 (A Little Bit Of ...)
    Composer(s): Lou Bega; Pérez Prado; Zippy
    Performer(s): Lou Bega



    Ladies and gentlemen
    This is Mambo No.5

    One, two, three, four, five
    Everybody in the car, so come on
    Let’s ride to the liqueur-store around the corner
    The boys say they want some gin and juice
    But I really don’t wanna
    Beerbust like I had last week
    I must stay deep
    Because talk is cheap
    I like Angela, Pamela, Sandra and Rita
    And as I continue you know
    They are getting sweeter
    So what can I do I really beg and you my Lord
    To me flirting it’s just like sport, anything fly
    It’s all good let me dump it
    Please set in the trumpet

    Refrain:
    A little bit of Mardi Gras in my life
    A little bit of Erica by my side
    A little bit of Rita is all I need
    A little bit of Tina is what I see
    A little bit of Sandra in the sun
    A little bit of Mary all night long
    A little bit of Jessica here I am
    A little bit of you makes me your man

    Mambo No.5

    Jump up and down go and move it all around
    Shake your head to the sound
    Put your hand on the ground
    Take one step left
    And one step right
    One to the front and one to the side
    Clap your hands once
    And clap your hands twice
    And if it looks like this
    Then you are doing it right

    Refrain Trumpet
    The trumpet
    Mambo No.5

    Refrain

    I do all
    To fall in love with a girl like you
    You can’t run and you can’t hide
    You and me gonna touch the sky

    Refrain



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    32-20 Blues
    Composer(s): Skip James
    Performer(s): Robert Johnson



    If I send for my baby, and she don't come
    If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come
    All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none

    And if she gets unruly, thinks she don't wan' do
    And if she gets unruly and thinks she don't wan' do
    Take my 32-20, now, and cut her half in two

    She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light
    She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light
    I got a 32-20, got to make the caps alright

    If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come
    If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come
    All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none

    I'm gonna shoot my pistol, gonna shoot my gatling
    I'm gonna shoot my pistol, gotta shoot my gatling gun
    You made me love you, now your man have come

    Aha, baby, where you stayed last night
    Aha, baby, where you stayed last night
    You got your hair all tangled and you ain't talking right

    Her .38 special, boys, it do very well
    Her .38 special, boys, it do very well
    I got a 32-20 now, and it's a burning

    If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come
    If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come
    All the doctors in Wisconsin sure can't help her none

    Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night
    Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night
    You didn't come home until the sun was shining bright

    A-ho boy, I just can't take my rest
    A-ho boy, I just can't take my rest
    With this 32-20 laying up and down my breast




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    21-05-1969
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    Marcie
    Composer(s): Joni Mitchell
    Performer(s): Joni Mitchell



    Marcie in a coat of
    flowers
    Steps inside a
    candy store
    Reds are sweet and
    greens are sour
    Still no letter at
    her door
    So she'll wash her
    flower curtains
    Hang them in the
    wind to dry
    Dust her tables
    with his shirt and
    Wave another day
    goodbye

    Marcie's faucet
    needs a plumber
    Marcie's sorrow
    needs a man
    Red is autumn green
    is summer
    Greens are turning
    and the sand
    All along the ocean
    beaches
    Stares up empty at
    the sky
    Marcie buys a bag
    of peaches
    Stops a postman
    passing by
    And summer goes
    Falls to the
    sidewalk like string and brown paper
    Winter blows
    Up from the river
    there's no one to take her
    To the sea

    Marcie dresses warm
    its snowing
    Takes a yellow cab
    uptown
    Red is stop and
    green's for going
    Sees a show and
    rides back down
    Down along the
    Hudson River
    Past the shipyards
    in the cold
    Still no letter's
    been delivered
    Still the winter
    days unfold
    Like magazines
    Fading in dusty
    grey attics and cellars
    Make a dream
    Dream back to
    summer and hear how
    he tells her
    Wait for me

    Marcie leaves and
    doesn't tell us
    Where or why she
    moved away
    Red is angry green
    is jealous
    That was all she
    had to say
    Someone thought
    they saw her Sunday
    Window shopping in
    the rain
    Someone heard she
    bought a one-way ticket
    And went west again



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    33 Anni
    Spanish Title: 33 Años
    Composer(s): Julio Iglesias; G. Belfiore
    Performer(s): Julio Iglesias



    Fra una partenza e un arrivo
    con gioia e malinconia
    sempre aspettando per l'alba
    la vita scivola via

    Chi non ricorda l'età
    dei troppo facili amori?
    Aspetta un figlio chissà
    Nascono i primi timori

    E gli anni non passano mai
    quasi un ciclista in salita
    bruciando il meglio che hai
    poi la discesa più ardita

    Trentatre anni...
    Poco più son mezza vita
    Trentatre anni
    ma io a te non ti ho capita

    Trentatre anni...
    Tutto do se poso dare
    Trentatre anni...
    Ora io so anche amare

    A capofitto vai giù
    non serve più pedalare
    Un anno vale di più
    indietro chi può tornare!

    Ora la regola da
    presente contro passato
    e è che l'amore ha una età...
    L'amore ha il tempo contato

    Trentatre anni...
    Poco più son mezza vita
    Trentatre anni
    ma io a te non ti ho capita

    Trentatre anni...
    Tutto do se poso dare
    Trentatre anni...
    Ora io so anche amare!




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    20-05-1969
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    Marchand De Fruits
    Composer(s): Jean-Yves Gran
    Performer(s): Dalida



    J'ai tous les fruits de la terre
    Les plus doux, les plus doux, les plus doux
    Je ne les vends pas bien cher
    Quelque sous, quelque sous, quelque sous
    J'ai tous les fruits de la terre
    Les plus doux, les plus doux, les plus doux
    Ils n'ont traversés la mer
    Que pour vous, que pour vous, que pour vous

    Vous emporterez chez vous tous les goûts quelle senteur
    Que nous apporte la houle les matins chargés de fleurs
    Vous emporterez aussi une grappe de soleil qui scintille à l'infini
    Sur les branches dés le réveil

    Et moi et moi sur un bateau tout blanc
    J'irai là bas parer d'or et d'argent
    Et là et là j'écouterai en rêvant
    Pour moi pour moi crié tous les marchands

    J'ai tous les fruits de la terre
    Les plus doux, les plus doux, les plus doux
    Je ne les vends pas bien cher
    Quelque sous, quelque sous, quelque sous
    J'ai tous les fruits de la terre
    Les plus doux, les plus doux, les plus doux
    Ils n'ont traversé la mer
    Que pour vous, que pour vous, que pour vous

    Vous emporterez chez vous un reflet de l'océan
    Qui danse devant la proue d'un navire insouciant
    Vous emporterez aussi une brasse de sourire
    Que les enfants de mon île m'ont donnés pour vous offrir

    Et moi et moi sur un bateau tout blanc
    J'irai là bas parer d'or et d'argent
    Et là et là j'écouterai en rêvant
    Pour moi, pour moi crié tous les marchands

    J'ai tous les fruits de la terre
    Les plus doux, les plus, les plus doux
    Je ne les vends pas bien cher
    Quelque sous, quelque sous, quelque sous
    J'ai tous les fruits de la terre
    Les plus doux, les plus doux, les plus doux
    Ils n'ont traversés la mer
    Que pour vous, que pour vous, que pour vous!

    J'ai tous les fruits de la terre



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    33 Años
    Italian Title: 33 Anni
    Composer(s): Julio Iglesias
    Performer(s): Julio Iglesias



    Entre nostalgia y nostalgia
    Entre tu vida y la mía
    Entre la noche y el alba
    Se van pasando los días

    Quién no recuerda esa edad
    Llegados los dieciséis
    Cuando queremos tener
    Algunos años de más

    Y quién no quiere ocultar
    Un poco el tiempo de ayer
    Cuando se empieza a encontrar
    Alguna arruga en su piel

    Treinta y tres años
    Nada más son media vida
    Treinta y tres años
    Que se van con tanta prisa

    Treinta y tres años
    De querer a quien lo pida
    Treinta tres años
    Como usted quien lo diría

    A veces miro hacia atrás
    Con la nostalgia que da
    El recordar esa edad
    Cuando se juega a ganar

    Y hoy si quiero apostar
    Me toca tanto perder
    Y es que el amor tiene edad
    Aunque no lo quiera usted

    Treinta y tres años
    Nada más son media vida
    Treinta y tres años
    Que se van con tanta prisa

    Treinta y tres años
    De querer a quien lo pida
    Treinta tres años
    Como yo quien lo diría




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    19-05-1969
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    Marcha De Los Pobladores
    Composer(s): Victor Jara
    Performer(s): Victor Jara



    Poblador compañero poblador
    seguiremos avanzando hasta el final
    poblador compañero poblador
    por los hijos, por la patria y el hogar
    poblador compañero poblador
    ahora la historia es para ti
    con techo, abrigo y pan
    marchemos juntos al porvenir
    Poblador compañero poblador
    con las banderas del gobierno popular
    poblador compañero poblador
    por los hijos, por la patria y el hogar
    poblador compañero poblador
    ahora la historia es para ti
    con techo, abrigo y pan
    marchemos juntos al porvenir

    Sin techo, es como vivir sin pan
    sin pan, es como vivir sin vida
    sin razon, sin fe, sin justicia
    sin esperanza, sin alegria
    Con techo, la vida es mucho mejor
    mejor, con nuestra organizacion
    para los que no han nacido
    trabajemos siempre unidos
    y sera Chile el gran hogar

    Poblador compañero poblador
    seguiremos avanzando hasta el final
    poblador compañero poblador
    por los hijos, por la patria y el hogar
    poblador compañero poblador
    ahora la historia es para ti
    con techo, abrigo y pan
    marchemos juntos al porvenir
    Poblador compañero poblador
    con las banderas del gobierno popular
    poblador compañero poblador
    por los hijos, por la patria y el hogar
    poblador compañero poblador
    ahora la historia es para ti
    con techo, abrigo y pan
    marchemos juntos al porvenir



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    '39
    Composer(s): Brian May; Queen
    Performer(s): Queen



    'In the year of thirty-nine'
    Assembled here the volunteers
    In the days when lands were few
    Here the ship sailed out into the blue and sunny morn
    The sweetest sight ever seen
    And the night followed day
    And the story tellers say
    That the score brave souls inside
    For many a lonely day
    Sailed across the milky seas
    Never looked back never feared never cried

    Don't you here my call
    Thought you're many years away
    Don't you hear me calling you
    Write your letters in the sand
    For the day I'll take your hand
    In the land that our grand-children knew

    'In the year of thirty-nine'
    Came a ship in from the blue
    The volunteers came home that day
    And they bring good news
    Of a world so newly born
    Though their hearts so heavily weigh
    For the earth is old and grey
    Little darlin' we'll away
    But my love this cannot be
    Oh so many years have gone
    Though I'm older than a year
    Your mothers eyes from your eyes cry to me

    Don't you hear my call
    Though you're may years away
    Don't you hear me calling you
    Write your letters in the sand
    For the day I'll take you hand
    In the land that our grand-children knew

    Don't you hear my call
    Though you're may years away
    Don't you hear me calling you
    All your letters in the sand
    Cannot heal me like your hand
    For my life still ahead pity me




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    18-05-1969
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    Marcha De La Rueda
    Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez



    Hagamos una rueda
    una bandada de locos sin colmillos
    un coro de solitarios y de tristes
    una fanfarria de genios indispuestos
    una horda primitiva con camisas

    ¿porqué no hacemos algo que tenga que ver?
    ya estoy cansado de cansarme de cantar

    Hagamos una rueda
    los que se comen las uñas en la clase
    los que montan a los trenes sin boleto
    los que rompemos cristales a pedradras
    los que pellizcan a todas las mujeres

    hagamos una rueda en L y 23
    a ver si la gente se embulla a no vagar

    Hagamos una rueda
    y vamos a recoger a los que bostezan
    y vamos a incorporar a los papagayos
    y vamos a darles cuerda por un siglo

    hacer una rueda sale muy barato
    y los tacaños no se tiene que asustar
    sólo tenemos que salir juntos de aquí

    hagamos una rueda
    o acaso una ruedita
    como una semillita

    ¿eh?
    ¿eh?



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    Non È Casa Mia
    Dutch & French Titles: Zelfs Al Kwam Je Terug; Même Si Tu Revenais
    Composer(s): Bernard Kesselair; L. Konyn; D. Silver
    Performer(s): Dalida (Originally performed by: Claude François)



    Qualche mese fa, avrei detto mai
    Ma i ricordi poi, m'hanno detto vai
    Son tornata qui, fuori di città
    Non volevo ma, sono quà
    Questo viale io, lo conosco già
    Quella casa li, la conosco già
    Abitava qui, la felicità
    Ci stavamo noi tempo fà

    Ma da quando sei andato via
    Questa no non è casa mia
    Visto che non tornavi più
    Son partita anch'io come hai fatto tu

    Ma se un giorno tu, ci ripenserai
    E i ricordi tuoi, ti siranno vai
    Non cercare qui, la felicità
    Se n'è andata via, tempo fà
    Tu non troverai, rose nel giardino
    Tu non troverai, fuoco nel camino
    Tutto è chiuso qui, da un'eternità
    E la polvere, ti dirai

    Che da quando sei andato via
    Questa no, non è casa mia
    Visto che, non mi amavi più
    Son partita anch'io come hai futto tu
    E da quando sei andato via
    Questa no, non è casa mia
    Visto che non mi amavi più
    Son partita anch'io,
    Come hai fatto tu
    Che da quando sei andato via
    Questa no, non è casa mia
    Visto che, non mi amavi più
    Son partita anch'io come hai futto tu
    E da quando sei andato via
    Questa no...



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    3-D
    Composer(s): Rick Nielsen
    Performer(s): Cheap Trick



    Look at me, I appear in the night
    Look at me, I'm made up of lights
    Look at me, I am really a sight
    A sight to behold
    To hold with your eyes
    Look at me, I can move like you
    Look at me, I can zoom in on you
    Look at me, I can...and scream
    I can make you laugh, I can make you scream
    3-D, the more you look
    The more you'll see
    3-D, the more you
    The closer I'll see you
    Look at me, I'm out of control
    Look at me
    You can look down my throat
    Look at me, but can't out just me
    I'm mind, I'm matter on the video screen
    Look at me, ooh, the reds and greens
    Look at me, all the colors so real
    Look at me, I'll make you laugh
    And I'll make you scream
    I'm mind, I'm matter on the video screen
    3-D, the more you look
    The more you'll see
    3-D, the more you
    The closer I'll see you
    I like what I see
    I feel good about me
    You'll like what you see
    You'll like what you see
    You'll like what you see
    You'll like what you see
    You'll like what you see
    Well it's in 3-D
    3-D, the more you look
    The more you'll see
    3-D, the more you look
    The more you'll see
    3-D, the more you look
    The more you'll see
    3-D, the more you look
    The closer I'll see you




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    17-05-1969
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    Maravilha
    Composer(s): Chico Buarque; Francis Hime
    Performer(s): Francis Hime



    Maravilha
    Ilha de luz
    Quero tua cor mulata
    A tua verde mata
    Os teus mares azuis
    Maravilha
    Também quero o teu bagaço
    A força do teu braço
    O afago dos teus calos
    Quero os teus regalos
    Encharcados de suor
    Antilha
    Ilha de amor
    Jura que a felicidade
    É mais que uma vontade
    É mais que uma quimera
    Ai, eu quero uma lembrança
    Eu quero uma esperança
    A tua primavera
    Ai, eu quero um teu pedaço
    Entorna o teu melaço
    Sobre a minha terra



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    Non Dimenticar Italian Title: T'Ho Voluto Bene Composer(s): Michele Galdieri; P.G. Redi; Shelley Dobbins Performer(s): Nat King Cole; and various other artists



    Non dimenticar Don't forget you are my darling Don't forget to be All you mean to me Non dimenticar My love is like a star, my darling Shining bright and clear Just because you're here Please do not forget that our lips have met And I've held you, dear Was it dreams ago my heart felt this glow Or only just tonight, dear Non dimenticar Although you travel far, my darling It's my heart you own, so I'll wait alone Non dimenticar Se ci separò, se ci allontanò L'ala del destino Non ne ho colpa, no, e mi sentiro Sempre a te vicino Non dimenticar Although you travel far, my darling It's my heart you own, so I'll wait alone Non dimenticar (Non dimenticar)




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    3-Minute Rule
    Composer(s): Beastie Boys
    Performer(s): Beastie Boys



    Stay up all night go to sleep watching Dragnet
    Never sleep alone because Jimmy's the magnet
    I'm so rope they call me Mr. Roper
    When the troubles arise I'm the cool coper
    On the mic I score just like the Yankees
    Get over on Ms. Crabtree like my main man Spankee
    Excuse me young lady I don't mean to trouble ya
    But you're looking mighty fine inside your B.M.W.
    I got lucky I brought home a kitten
    Before I got busy I slipped on the mitten
    Can't get better odds cause I'm a sure thing
    Proud Mary keeps on turning rolling like a Ring Ding
    Jump the turnstile never pay the toll
    Doo wa diddy bust with the pre-roll
    Customs jails me over an herb seed
    Don't rat on your boy over some rat weed
    I'm out of your back door and into another
    Your boyfriend doesn't know about me and your mother
    Not perfect grammar always perfect timing
    The Mike stands for money and the D. is for diamonds

    Roses are red the sky is blue
    I got my barrel at your neck so what the fuck you gonna do
    It's just two wheels and me the wind in my eyes
    The engine is the music and my nine's by my side
    Cause you know Y. A. U. C. H.
    I'm takin' all M.C.'s out in the place
    Takin' life as it comes no fool am I
    I'm goin' off gettin' paid and I don't ask why
    Playin' beats on my box makin' music for the many
    Know alota def girls that would do anything
    A lot of parents like to think I'm a villain
    I'm just chillin' like Bob Dylan
    I smoke cheeba it helps me with my brain
    I might be a little dusted but I'm not insane
    People come up to me and they try to talk shit man
    I've been making records since you were sucking on your mother's dick

    Girl you're walking tall now with your fancy clothes
    You got fancy things going up your nose
    You get fancy gifts from expensive men
    You're a dog on a leash like a pig in a pen
    Mothership connection getting girl's affection
    If your life needs correction don't follow my direction
    You got your 8 by 10 your agent your Harley
    You be driving around Hollywood yes sorry charlie
    Cause I'm running things like some Mack motherfucker
    Your only claim to fame is you're a false fake sucker
    You slip you slack you clock me you lack
    While I'm reading on the road by my man Jack Kerouac
    Poetry in motion coconut lotion
    I had to diss the girl because she got too emotional
    Are you experienced little girl
    I want to know what goes on in your little girl world
    Cause I'm on your mind it's hard to forget me
    I'll take your pride for a ride if you let me
    So peace out ya'll I'm PCP so I'm out
    Full throttle to the bottle and full full clout
    And I'm out




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