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Nursery School Composer(s): Joyce Grenfell Performer(s): Joyce Grenfell
1. Free Activity Period
Oh, hello, Mrs Hingle I'm so glad you could come along As you see, we're just having a Free Activity Period and in our Free Activity Period each little individual chooses his or her own occupation Some are painting, some are using plasticine, and some work at a sand-table We feel that each little one must get to the bottom of his or herself and find out what he really wants of life Who is making that buzzing noise? Well, stop it please, Neville Hazel, dear, come away from the door and get on with your plasticine I love to see them so happily occupied, each one expressing his little personality... George - don't do that... Now, children, I want you all to say 'Good morning' to Mrs Hingle Good morning, Mrs Hingle No, Sidney, not good-bye Mrs Hingle has only just come You don't want her to go away yet? No, she hasn't got a funny hat on, that's her hair So sorry, Mrs Hingle Sometimes we ARE just a trifle outspoken We try to encourage honesty, only sometimes it doesn't always... And this is my friend Caroline, and Caroline is painting such a lovely red picture aren't you, Caroline? I wonder what it is? Perhaps it's a lovely red sunset, is it? Or a big red orange? It's a picture of Mummy! For a moment I thought it was a big red orange, but now you tell me I can see it is a picture of Mummy Aren't you going to give her any nose? No nose It's so interesting the way they see things Sidney, don't blow at Edgar, please I know I said you could choose what you are going to do but you cannot choose to blow at Edgar Because it isn't a good idea Yes, I know it makes his hair go up and down, but I don't want you to do it Now get back to the sand-table, there's a good boy Yes, there is room, Sue; there's heaps of room Just move up a bit Susan! We never bite our friends Say you are sorry to Sidney You needn't kiss him No, you needn't hug him Susan, PUT HIM DOWN No fisticuffs, please She hasn't made any teeth marks, has she, Sidney? Well then... don't fuss Sometimes our little egos are on the big side, I'm afraid... Hazel, dear, I don't want to have to say it again: please come away from the door Why can't you? Well, you shouldn't have put your finger in the key hole, and then it wouldn't have got stuck Children, there is no need for everyone to come and have a look just because poor Hazel has caught her finger in the keyhole Back to your work, please No, Sidney, I don't think it is stuck in there for ever and ever I don't for one minute think we will have to get the Fire Brigade to come and take the door down to set her free You do exaggerate, Sidney Well, if we haven't got her finger out by dinner-time she'll have to have it here And her tea And her supper and stay the night But we are going to get it out, aren't we, Hazel? David Turn round, please, David Right round Use your hanky, please, David And again And again And now wipe Thank you, David Hazel, why did you put your finger in the keyhole? To see if it would go in! Well, now let's see if we can get it out! Who is making that buzzing noise? Neville I know you are a busy bee, but boy busy-bees don't buzz Only bee busy-bees buzz I can still hear you, Neville Neville! I should think so He's such a musical child, and one doesn't want to discourage him Sidney, take that paint-brush out of your ear and give it back to Lavinia Yes, you do want it back, Lavinia You like painting Yes, you do We're hoping she is going to take to it soon Now then, Hazel, have you tried wiggling it? You know, Mrs Hingle, this child's finger really is caught in the keyhole... I think the Fire Brigade are the best in an emergency Yes, there is a telephone - at the end of the passage Would you? Oh, that is good of you I'll stay here and hold the fort and prepare the children Thank you so much Children, I don't want anyone to get excited, but kind Mrs Hingle has gone to see if we can get one of those clever men from the Fire Brigade to come and help us get Hazel's finger out... Oh, you've got it out, Hazel Well done That's lovely IT'S ALL RIGHT, MRS HINGLE - SHE'S GOT IT OUT Sidney You are not to go near the keyhole SIDNEY Can you get it out? I SPOKE TOO SOON, MRS HINGLE... Oh, Sidney...
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2. Going Home Time
Children - it's time to go home, so finish tidying up and put on your hats and coats Some of our mummies are here for us, so hurry up Billy won't be long, Mrs Binton He's on hamster duty Now let's see if we can't all help each other Janey - I said help each other Help Bobbie carry that chair, don't pin him against the wall with it We're having a go at our good neighbour policy here, Mrs Binton, but it doesn't always... Neville, off the floor, please Don't lie there And Sidney, stop painting, please Because it's time to go home Well, you shouldn't have started another picture, should you What is it this time? Another blue man! Oh, I see, so it is All right, you can make it just a little bit bluer but only one more brushful, please, Sidney We don't think he's very talented but we feel it's important to encourage their self-expression You never know where it might lead... Rachel Gently - help Teddy gently into his coat It's a lovely coat, Teddy, what's wrong with it? Oh It looks like a boy's coat when you wear it And lots of boys wear pink Poor wee mite, he has three older sisters! Neville, I said get up off the floor Who shot you dead? David did? Well, I don't suppose he meant to He may have meant to then, but he doesn't mean it now, and anyhow I say you can get up No, don't go and shoot David dead, because it's time to go home George What did I tell you not to do? Well, don't do it And Sidney, don't wave that paint-brush about like that, you'll splash somebody LOOK OUT, DOLORES! Sidney! ... It's all right, Dolores, you aren't hurt, you're just surprised It was only a nice soft brush But you'd better go and wash your face before you go home Because it's all blue Sidney, I saw you deliberately put that paintbrush up Dolores's little nostril No, it wasn't a jolly good shot It ..... I don't want to discuss it, Sidney Now go and tell Dolores you're sorry Yes, now Thank you, Hazel, for putting the chairs straight for me You are a great helper Thank you And thank you, Dicky, for closing the cupboard door for me Dicky... is there somebody in the cupboard? Well, let her out at once Are you all right, Peggy? What did you go into the cupboard for? But we don't have mices - I mean mouses - in our toy cupboard Mouses only go where there is food, and we don't have any food in our toy cupboard When did you hide a bicky in there? Every day! Well, perhaps we have got mices in our toy cupboard I'll have to look No, you go and get your coat on Dicky - We never shut people in cupboards Because they don't like it What do you mean, she's puggy? Peggy's puggy? Oh, she's got puggy hands But you don't have to hold her hand... Well, you must ask her nicely to let go Well, if she won't let go... You'll have to work it out for yourself, Dicky Edgar and Timmy... your knitted caps are not for playing tug-of-war with Look, now the pom-pom's come off Whose is it? Well, give it back to Sidney Where are your caps? Well, go and ask Sidney to give them back to you Turn round, Geoffrey You've got your wellingtons on the wrong feet Yes, you have. You'll have to take them off and start again Why can't you reach? Well, undo your coat and then you can bend Take off your woolly gloves And your scarf You can keep your balaclava on How many jerseys are you wearing? Heavens No wonder you can't bend. Caroline, come and help Geoffrey Don't kick her, Geoffrey She's come to help Sidney, I told you to put that paint-brush down ... LOOK OUT, DOLORES! Well, that wasn't a very good shot, was it? You didn't mean to put it in her ear, did you? Well, you shouldn't have You're all right Dolores It was just a bit of a surprise, but you'll have to go and wash again Because you've got a blue ear Sidney, I'm ashamed of you, a big boy of four, and she's only just three And Sidney, what have you done with Timmy and Edgar's caps? No, I'm not going to guess And I don't want to know they are hidden in a special secret place I want to know exactly where they are No, I'm not going to try and find them You're going to tell me where they are Well, go and get them out of the waste-paper basket at once Waste-paper baskets aren't for putting caps in Now go and say you are sorry to Dolores Yes, again We think his aggression is diminishing, but we do have setbacks Lavinia, is that your coat you've got on? It looks so enormous Oh, you're going to grow into it I see Hazel, thank you for helping Betty into her jacket Just zip her up once Not up and down No, Neville, you can't have a turn No, children, you can't all zip Betty Jenny, come here Jenny, when we have paid a visit to the littlest room, what do we do? We pull our knickers up again Good-bye, Hazel Good-bye, Bobbie Good-bye, everybody Good-bye, Mrs Binton Hurry up, Sidney, because you'll keep your Mummy waiting Well, your Granny then Somebody is coming to take you away, aren't they, Sidney? Good No, you won't see me tomorrow, Sidney Tomorrow is Saturday... thank heaven
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3. The Nativity Play
Hello, Mrs Binton I'm so glad you could get along to see a rehearsal of our Nativity Play! Can you squeeze in there? I'm afraid our chairs are a wee bitty wee, as they say north of the border! Now then, children We are going to start our rehearsal Where are my Mary and Joseph? That's right, Shirleen, take Denis by the hand and come and sit nice and quietly on this bench in the middle Don't drag him He'll come if you leave him alone! Don't hit each other, Mary and Joseph were friends Now, who are my Wise Men? You're a Wise Man, aren't you, Geoffrey? Oh, aren't you? What are you then? Oh, you're a cattle, are you? And you are going to low Splendid! Go over to Miss Boulting, will you, please? Miss Boulting... You are organising the animals and the angets? He is one of yours Now, my Wise Men here, please! Billy, Peter and George And George Wise Men never do that... Now my Kings, please Of course, Mrs Binton, we know that by tradition the Wise Men and the Kings are one and the same but we did want everyone in our Nursery School Nativity Play to have a chance so we have taken a few liberties, and I don't think any one will mind Now Kings: Sidney, Neville, Cliff and Nikolas Anoniodes Four Kings, I'm afraid We happen to have four lovely crowns, so it seemed a pity not to use them Sidney, put your crown on straight please, not over one eye What have you got under your jersey? That's not the place for a hamster, is it Put him straight back in his little pen, please Sidney, which one have you got, Paddington or Harold Wilson? Well, who's got Paddington? Neville, put him back at once Poor Paddington and Harold Wilson, it isn't very Christmassy for them under your jersey Sidney, I think it serves you right if Harold Wilson bit you, and don't bite him back Because he's smaller than you are Are you bleeding? Then don't make such a fuss Cliff, put your crown on, please It's too big? Let's see Ah, yes it is Where are you! Oh, there you are! Nice to see you again! Change with Nikolas Nikolas, you can manage a big crown, can't you? You've got just the ears for it I think if you pull your ears down a bit that will hold it up And lean back a bit That's it Stay like that, dear Don't move Wise Men and Kings, don't muddle yourselves with each other Now then, Shepherds Jimmy, you are my First Shepherd and not a racing car Yes, Caroline, you're a shepherd No, dear you can't wear your Little Bo-Peep costume because there aren't any little girl shepherdesses in our play They're all boy shepherds, and you are a girl being a boy shepherd Yes, it is rotten But we just have to settle for it I think if you are very good perhaps you can wear a lovely grey beard; wouldn't that be fun? George, what do Wise Men never do? Yes... Jimmy, do you remember what you see up in the sky? Something lovely, isn't it? No, not a baby Try again It's a lovely silver star, and you are going to put your hand up and point to it And what are you going to say when you do that? No, Sidney, he isn't going to say, 'Please may I go to the bathroom?' Children, that isn't funny; it's a perfectly natural function and we might as well get used to it Come on, Jimmy You are going to say, 'Behold!' aren't you? Yes, you are, dear You said it yesterday You'd rather say it tomorrow? Perhaps you are right We have broken the back of the play, so you may as well get ready to go home Hand in your crowns gently, please No Sidney, you can't wear your crown home on the bus I think - I HOPE it will be all right on the night But you know, Mrs Binton, I think perhaps next year we might make do with a Christmas carol
Nunca Podrás Sacarme Mi Amor Composer(s): Fito Paez Performer(s): Fito Paez
Puedes decirme que si puedes decirme que no Pero nunca podrás sacarme mi amor Puedes quemarme los pies puedes dejarme sin vos Pero nunca podrás sacarme mi amor Y si es folclore o si no y si es Urano o Plutón Pero nunca podrán sacarme mi amor Ni un analista, ni un doctor ni un cura, ni un doctor te solucionan los problemas La gente busca una razón yo estoy buscando una canción que me sacuda la cabeza Y poder verte feliz cuando acá todo es un bajón Pueden vender un país y estar del lado de Dios Pero nunca podrás sacarme mi amor Ni un analista, ni un doctor ni Stubrin, ni el gobernador te solucionan los problemas La gente busca una razón yo estoy buscando un rock & roll que me sacuda la cabeza Puedes echarme de aquí por no pensar como vos Pero nunca podrás sacarme mi amor
Nunca Jamás Composer(s): Lalo Guerrero Performer(s): Javier Solis; and various other artists
Nunca jamás pensé llegar a quererte tanto nunca jamás pensé llegar a quererte así Nunca jamás pensé derramar mi llanto por un amor que había de tratarme así
Sé que te vas, te vas porque tú ya no me quieres piénsalo bien porque me matarás Mírame, miénteme, pégame mátame si quieres pero no me dejes, no, no me dejes nunca jamás
Sé que te vas, te vas porque tú ya no me quieres piénsalo bien porque me matarás Mírame, miénteme, pégame mátame si quieres pero no me dejes, no, no me dejes nunca jamás
Nunca Como La Primera Vez Composer(s): Miguel Gallardo Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo
El vino, ya, jamás te sabe igual ni un beso te extremece hasta temblar las cosas no las sientes nunca más como la primera vez No lloras de tristeza al fracasar ni el éxito te sacia, ya, jamás la vida no la vuelves a probar como la primera vez Nunca como la primera vez que la tienes cara a cara que eres suyo sin saber porqué y te rompes al amar Nunca como la primera vez que la robas hasta el alba y amaneces en su amanecer nunca como la primera vez Después, se hace rutina hasta el hablar y el tacto se desgasta de tocar te inventas mil caricias sin vibrar como la primera vez Nunca como la primera vez que la besas en los labios que conquistas de cabeza a piés su mas bella intimidad Nunca como la primera vez que la amas sin engaños que le entregas hasta el fin, tu ser y te dejas arrastrar Nunca como la primera vez que la amas sin engaños que le entregas hasta el fin, tu ser nunca como la primera vez
Nun Parlà Composer(s): Lucio Dalla Performer(s): Lucio Dalla
La luna era piantata lì in mezzo al cielo Una lampadina accesa sopra il mare Che era di un colore inchiostro quasi nero Nel silenzio lo sentivo respirare Non lo so Ma sembrava che il mare volesse parlare con me Fosse più solo di me
Nun parlà, nun parlà, nun parlà, nun parlà 'Stammèccà, 'stammèccà, 'stammèccà, 'stammèccà, Sottò è stelle una varca dè notte s' addorme nun sape cche ffà Stattenè ccà ccù mme
Mmiezè strada, i rumori, le voci, le moto, le luci dei bar Stattenè ccà ccù mme
Io in quel mare dall'accento un pò bagnato un pò napoletano Ho provato a fare il bagno Così la solitudine che avevo accumulato Sparì dietro a un fulmine lontano
Non lo so Ma sentivo la calma del mare che entrava in me Non pensavo che a te e a me
Nun parlà, nun parlà, nun parlà, nun parlà 'Stammèccà, 'stammèccà, 'stammèccà, 'stammèccà, Sottò è stelle una varca dè notte s' addorme nun sape cche ffà Stattenè ccà ccù mme
Numbers Composer(s): Shel Silverstein Performer(s): Bobby Bare
I was sittin' here Friday suppin' on a glass of wine When in walked a chick who almost struck me blind Had wet blue eyes and her legs were long and fine On a scale of ONE to TEN.........I'd give her a NINE
Now on my scale there ain't no TEN's, you know NINE is about as far as any chick can go So I flashed her a smile, but she didn't even look at me So for brains and good judgement, give her a THREE
I said, hey sweet thing, you look like a possible EIGHT You and me could, uh! make EIGHTEEN, if your head's on straight She looked up and down my perfect frame And said these words that burned into my perfect brain
She said, well, another one of those macho Texas men Tryin' to grade all women on scales of ONE to TEN And, uh!, you give me an EIGHT, well, that's a generous thing to do Now, let's just see, just how much I give you.
She said you comin' on to me with that phony NUMBERS jive Your style makes me smile, I give it a FIVE When you walked up I noticed that suit of your's It's last year's double knit-french cuffs, give it a FOUR
That must be your car parked out on the kerb That 'SIXTY-NINE homemade convertible, A THREE and A THIRD I saw that build, I guess you're less than FIVE Said, for your pot belly, I'd give that a TEN for size
That wine you're pourin' might be fine to you But I'm used to fine champagne, I give it a TWO It's hard to tell what your flashin' smile is worth I give it a SIX, you could use some dental work
But, It's your struttin' rooster act that really makes me laugh It may be a TEN to these country hens, but to me a THREE and A HALF And there really ain't much to add once the subtractin's done And since there ain't no ZEROs, I give you a ONE
She walked out, while up and down the line The whole bar was laughin', sayin' BARE, what happened to your NINE NINE says I, hell soon as she started to talk I knew She didn't have no class, I barely gave her a TWO
(Spoken) Yeah! No matter how good they look at first There's flaws in all of them That's why on a scale of TEN to ONE, friend There ain't no TEN
Number The Brave Composer(s): Andy Powell; Steve Upton; Laurie Wisefield Performer(s): Wishbone Ash
In another time and space You meet your maker face to face You know who cast the spell And turned his eye on you Cant lose sight of it Never fading out Fading out of view
Number the brave In your heart Number the brave For they died for you
Out of the free zone Into the night There has to be a sacrifice Its such a scary feeling You must feel it too From a fallen angel fading in and fading out of view
So when we reach the other side You know their fight is justified Now you see the meaning Of the dream they share with you Its a burning light Never fading out Fading out of view
Number the brave In your heart Number the brave For they died for you
Numa Sala De Reboco Composer(s): Luiz Gonzaga; José Marcolino Performer(s): Raimundo Fagner; and various other artists
Todo tempo quanto houver Pra mim é pouco Pra dançar com meu benzinho Numa sala de reboco
Enquanto o fole Tá tocando, tá gemendo Vou dançando e vou dizendo Meu sofrer pra ela só E ninguém nota Que eu tô lhe conversando E nosso amor vai aumentando E pra que coisa "mais mió" ...
Só fico triste Quando o dia amanhece Ai, meu Deus, se eu pudesse Evitar a separaão Pra nós viver Igualado a sanguessuga Nosso amor pede mais fuga Do que essa que nos dão...
Nul Ne Guérit De Son Enfance Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Sans que je puisse m'en défaire Le temps met ses jambes à mon cou Le temps qui part en marche arrière Me fait sauter sur ses genoux Mes parents l'été les vacances Mes frères et soeurs faisant les fous J'ai dans la bouche l'innocence Des confitures du mois d'août
Nul ne guérit de son enfance
Les napperons et les ombrelles Qu'on ouvrait à l'heure du thé Pour rafraichir les demoiselles Roses dans leurs robes d'été Et moi le nez dans leurs dentelles Je respirais à contre-jour Dans le parfum des mirabelles L'odeur troublante de l'amour
Nul ne guérit de son enfance
Le vent violent de l'histoire Allait disperser à vau-l'eau Notre jeunesse dérisoire Changer nos rires en sanglots Amour orange amour amer L'image d'un père évanouie Qui disparut avec la guerre Renaît d'une force inouie
Nul ne guérit de son enfance
Celui qui vient à disparaître Pourquoi l'a-t-on quitté des yeux On fait un signe à la fenêtre Sans savoir que c'est un adieu Chacun de nous a son histoire Et dans notre coeur à l'affût Le va-et-vient de la mémoire Ouvre et déchire ce qu'il fût
Nul ne guérit de son enfance
Belle cruelle et tendre enfance Aujourd'hui c'est à tes genoux Que j'en retrouve l'innocence Au fil du temps qui se dénoue Ouvre tes bras ouvre ton âme Que j'en savoure en toi le goût Mon amour frais mon amour femme Le bonheur d'être et le temps doux
Nuit Et Brouillard Composer(s): Jean Ferrat Performer(s): Jean Ferrat; Isabelle Aubret
Ils étaient vingt et cent, ils étaient des milliers Nus et maigres, tremblants, dans ces wagons plombés Qui déchiraient la nuit de leurs ongles battants Ils étaient des milliers, ils étaient vingt et cent
Ils se croyaient des hommes, n'étaient plus que des nombres Depuis longtemps leurs dés avaient été jetés Dès que la main retombe il ne reste qu'une ombre Ils ne devaient jamais plus revoir un été
La fuite monotone et sans hâte du temps Survivre encore un jour, une heure, obstinément Combien de tours de roues, d'arrêts et de départs Qui n'en finissent pas de distiller l'espoir
Ils s'appelaient Jean-Pierre, Natacha ou Samuel Certains priaient Jésus, Jéhovah ou Vichnou D'autres ne priaient pas, mais qu'importe le ciel Ils voulaient simplement ne plus vivre à genoux
Ils n'arrivaient pas tous à la fin du voyage Ceux qui sont revenus peuvent-ils être heureux Ils essaient d'oublier, étonnés qu'à leur âge Les veines de leurs bras soient devenues si bleues
Les Allemands guettaient du haut des miradors La lune se taisait comme vous vous taisiez En regardant au loin, en regardant dehors Votre chair était tendre à leurs chiens policiers
On me dit à présent que ces mots n'ont plus cours Qu'il vaut mieux ne chanter que des chansons d'amour Que le sang sèche vite en entrant dans l'histoire Et qu'il ne sert à rien de prendre une guitare
Mais qui donc est de taille à pouvoir m'arrêter? L'ombre s'est faite humaine, aujourd'hui c'est l'été Je twisterais les mots s'il fallait les twister Pour qu'un jour les enfants sachent qui vous étiez
Vous étiez vingt et cent, vous étiez des milliers Nus et maigres, tremblants, dans ces wagons plombés Qui déchiriez la nuit de vos ongles battants Vous étiez des milliers, vous étiez vingt et cent
Nuit D'Amour Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Quartier louche Qui m'attire et m'fascine Comme ta bouche Rouge dans la vitrine Sous la couche De lumières assassines J'ai traversé les quartiers lourds Suant l'angoisse Puant le crime Pour cette unique et clandestine Nuit d'amour
La woman Martienne venue des beaux quartiers La woman Tendue de cuir à en craquer La woman Cheveux noirs aux reflets bleutés La woman Ongles vernis, bras tatoués J'ai shooté ceux qui rodent autour De tes fesses musclées et félines Pour mon unique et clandestine Nuit d'amour
J'ai cherchée Dans tous les bars toute la nuit Je t'ai trouvée Abandonnée dans un grand lit Aux limites De l'immense quartier chinois Où l'on entre Mais dont on ne sort pas Juste entre l'amour et la mort Nous mélangeons nos peaux qui brillent Comme un chirurgien de Manille Nuit d'amour
Quartier louche Qui m'attire et m'fascine Comme ta bouche Rouge dans la vitrine Sous la douche De lumières assassines T'as fait mouche Deux fois dans ma poitrine Rouge dans la vitrine Rouge dans la vitrine ...
Nuestro Tema Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez; Jacqueline Dankworth
Nuestro tema está cantado con arena espuma y aves del amanecer Nuestro tema está listo para ser brisa de las alas migratorias Nuestro tema es para ver llover
Nuestro está desnudo en un balcón fotografiando espigas de la mar Nuestro está viéndonos juntar besos a las seis de la mañana Nuestro tema es para recordar
Nuestro tema de amor tiene quebranto pero su empeño sana el dolor
Nuestro tema de amor nos cuesta tanto que ya es un sueño y una canción
Nuestro tema está en un solo de piano y en el radio más abrazador Nuestro tema está en el corredor de un hotel que se ha quedado sólo Nuestro tema es humedad de amor
Nuestro Juramento Composer(s): Benito de Jesús Performer(s): José Feliciano
No puedo verte triste porque me matas tu carita da pena mi dulce amor me duele tanto el llanto que tu derramas que se llena de angustia mi corazón
Yo sufro lo indecible si tu entristeces no quiero que la duda te haga llorar hemos jurado amarnos hasta la muerte si es que los muertos aman después de muertos amarnos más
Si yo muero primero, es tu promesa sobre de mi cadáver dejar caer todo el llanto que brote de tu tristeza y que todos se enteren de tu querer
Si tu mueres primero yo, yo te prometo escribiré la historia de nuestro amor con toda el alma llena de sentimiento la escribiré con sangre, con tinta sangre del corazón
Oh del corazón, mmm, mmm del corazón oye con tinta sangre del corazón
Nuestro Amor Composer(s): Benito de Jesús Performer(s): Javier Solis
Nuestro amor se va muriendo lentamente cruel dolor que me destroza el corazón No hay razón que justifique tal fracaso si tú y yo actuamos con más comprensión
Sabes bien que todo lo que soy te pertenece que sin mí te va a ser imposible ser feliz
Nuestro amor se va muriendo lentamente nuestro amor ya nunca debe terminar
Sabes bien que todo lo que soy te pertenece que sin mí te va a ser imposible ser feliz
Nuestro amor se va muriendo lentamente nuestro amor ya nunca debe terminar
Nuclear Apathy Composer(s): John Palumbo Performer(s): Crack The Sky
Something's wrong from the moon, my friends Something's wrong from the moon As I look down at you my friends Something's wrong from the moon Poor little man You been run down Poor little man You're all run down I can see right through your eyes I can see right through your weary eyes I can hear right through your cries I can hear right through your drunken cries When they spit, do you wash their floors And pray that they don't spit no more Or, rise up children, life goes on and on Wise up children, life goes on and on
In the dark you cannot see In the dark the victory is fear Like a fool you follow fools Like a fool you follow what you hear Will they blow us all apart Or kill us all with virus darts Or, rise up children, life goes on and on Wise up children, life goes on and on
On the moon they're laughing hard On the moon they're falling off their seats From the moon we're comedy From the moon we're really quite a treat Shall we have another beer And slobber through another year Or rise up children, life goes on and on Wise up children, life goes on and on Rise up children, life goes on and on Wise up
Something's wrong from the moon my friend Something's wrong from the moon As I look down at you my friends Something's wrong from the moon
Nu Of Nooit Composer(s): T. Lam; W. Lam; N. Byl Performer(s): Jimmy Frey
Nu, nu, nu of nooit 'k Heb m'n hart aan je voeten gegooid En wacht op een woord, een woord van jou Ja of neen, neen of ja, 't Is tijd om te beslissen Denk niet langer na Nu, nu, nu of nooit Ook al hou ik van jou meer dan ooit Denk niet dat je mij eeuwig lang Rond je vinger draaien kan Doe mij niet meer aan dan ik nog verdragen kan Liever nog een blauwtje lopen Dan dat vrezen en weer hopen Ik kan andere meisjes krijgen Die niet tot dus blijven zwijgen
Nu, nu, nu of nooit Denk eraan voordat jij mij verstoot 't Is de laatste keer dat ik je vraag Ja of neen, neen of ja, 't Is nu of nooit want morgen is 't veel te laat
Nu, nu, nu of nooit 'k Heb m'n hart aan je voeten gegooid En wacht op een woord, een woord van jou Ja of neen, neen of ja, 't Is tijd om te beslissen Denk niet langer na Liever nog een blauwtje lopen Dan dat vrezen en weer hopen Ik kan andere meisjes krijgen Die niet tot dus blijven zwijgen
Nu, nu, nu of nooit Ook al hou ik van jou meer dan ooit Denk niet dat je mij eeuwig lang Rond je vinger draaien kan Doe mij niet meer aan dan ik nog verdragen kan
Nu, nu, nu of nooit Denk eraan voordat jij mij verstoot 't Is de laatste keer dat ik je vraag Ja of neen, neen of ja, 't Is nu of nooit want morgen is 't veel te laat
Nu, nu, nu of nooit Denk eraan voordat jij mij verstoot 't Is de laatste keer dat ik je vraag Ja of neen, neen of ja, 't Is nu of nooit want morgen is 't veel te laat
