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Cuando Agosto Era 21


Cuando Agosto Era 21
Composer(s): Fernando Ubiergo
Performer(s): Fernando Ubiergo



Se ocultaba en los pilares
de los viejos pasadizos
para esconder el hijo
que pronto le iba a llegar
fue difícil esconder
en un pobre delantal
los tres meses de más

Y salía del colegio
con un siete en la libreta
y en el vientre una cometa
que pronto querrá volar
y se iba a caminar
y se iba a preguntar
por las calles, sin final

Y se fue donde un cura
quien le dijo era pecado
y muy pronto un abogado
le habló de lo legal
y fue el profesor de ciencias
quien le habló de la inconsciencia
de la juventud actual…
de la juventud actual…

Los que juzgan
no han sentido
el amor, el dolor
y en el vientre
unos latidos…

Y se enredan en prejuicios
y el amor, se quedó
en unos cuantos latidos…Y sobraron los consejos
que le hablaban de pastillas
de una vieja mujercilla
que el trabajo lo hace bien
no faltó la buena amiga
esa amiga entre comillas
que le dio una dirección

Y salió desde el colegio
en una fría mañana
cuando la vieja campana
aún no daba su talán
mientras el profe de ciencias
hablaba de la inconsciencia
de la juventud actual…

Cuando Agosto era 21
la encontraron boca arriba
con la mirada perdida
y su viejo delantal
y en el bolso de colegio
dibujado un corazón
que decía tú y yo…
que decía tú y yo…

Los que juzgan
no han sentido ...

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London, London


London, London
Composer(s): Caetano Veloso
First release by: Caetano Veloso - 1971
Covered by multiple other artists



I'm wandering round and round nowhere to go
I'm lonely in London London is lovely so
I cross the streets without fear
Everybody keeps the way clear
I know, I know no one here to say hello
I know they keep the way clear
I am lonely in London without fear
I'm wandering round and round here nowhere to go
While my eyes
Go looking for flying saucers in the sky
Oh Sunday, Monday, Autumm pass by me
And people hurry on so peacefully
A group approaches a policeman
He seems so pleased to please them
It's good at least to live and I agree
He seems so pleased at least
And it's so good to live in peace and
Sunday, Monday, years and I agree
While my eyes
Go looking for flying saucers in the sky
I choose no face to look at
Choose no way
I just happen to be here
And it's ok
Green grass, blue eyes, gray sky, God bless
Silent pain and happiness
I came around to say yes, and I say
But my eyes
Go looking for flying saucers in the sky

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Cuando


Cuando
Composer(s): Jorge Fandermole
Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto



Cuando me despierte cada dia
con el cuerpo de aire y ese olor
feliz del tiempo manso de las lilas
sin miedo al movimiento y al dolor
cuando ya no tenga casi nada
de sangre en la garganta de papel
ni un agrio pez nadando en la mirada
ni quiera mas amparo que la piel

Van a ser los días esos barcos
de luz que una vez supe escribir
y la alegría que hemos olvidado
volviendo por los huesos a subir
yo me alimento con una quimera
en que los ojos al sol verán brillar
los brazos de mi padre en las banderas
y una ceniza negra y una ceniza negra
y una ceniza negra que se va

Cuando me convenza que la suerte
me rige a la par que la pasión
y no el terrible arcangel de la muerte
rondando por el campo de el reloj
Si lo concebido y lo posible
tienen siempre la cara del horror
en esta patria de lo inaccesible
en este tiempo olvidado de Dios
Yo digo que mis ávidos amores
son fuertes y viven mas que yo
son gigantes tenues como flores
que alientan a este pobre corazón
los alimento con una quimera
en que los ojos al sol verán brillar
los brazos de mi padre en las banderas
y una ceniza negra y una ceniza negra
y una ceniza negra que se va

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Cuál Juan


Cuál Juan
Composer(s): Juan Zaizar
Performer(s): Javier Solís



Ahí viene Juan
ahí viene Juan...
ay, ay ¿Cuál Juan?

A las mujeres les parezco muy buen tipo
por eso mismo agarro barco donde quiera
pa’ enamorarlas ni dinero necesito
ellas me quieren yo me dejo que me quieran

A mí me gusta la mujer porque me gusta
y yo en mi vida he sido tan enamorado
que si viviera aquél mentado Juan

Ahí viene Juan
ahí viene Juan...
ay, ay ¿Cuál Juan?

Ay, ay ¿Cuál Juan?

Sin miedo, me envidiaría las aventuras que me traigo

Me dicen Juan, me dicen Juan

Ahí viene Juan
ahí viene Juan...
ay, ay ¿Cuál Juan?
pero ¿Cuál Juan?, pero ¿Cuál Juan?

Me dicen Juan porque yo soy un calavera en el amor
me llamo Juan
Ahí viene Juan
ahí viene Juan...
ay, ay ¿Cuál Juan?
te llaman Juan
me llamo Juan y soy el Juan más popular
y tengo amores donde quiera

Cuando yo tengo una mujer entre mis brazos
le doy mi amor sin olvidarme del ausente
pa’ no caer como un cordero entre sus brazos
yo te navego con bandera de... inocente

Yo tengo suerte en el amor no cabe duda
porque hasta ahorita a mí ninguna me ha enredado
amor de todas y exclusivo de ninguna
qué chiquitito mira Juan
Ahí viene Juan
ahí viene Juan...
ay, ay ¿Cuál Juan?
Ay, ay ¿Cuál Juan?

... El charrasqueado

Me dicen Juan, me dicen Juan
Ahí viene Juan
ahí viene Juan...
ay, ay ¿Cuál Juan?
pero ¿Cuál Juan?, pero ¿Cuál Juan?

Me dicen Juan porque yo soy un calavera en el amor
me llamo Juan
Ahí viene Juan
ahí viene Juan...
ay, ay ¿Cuál Juan?
te llaman Juan
me llamo Juan y soy el Juan más popular
y tengo amores donde quiera

A las mujeres les parezco muy buen tipo
por eso mismo agarro barco donde quiera
pa’ enamorarlas ni dinero necesito
ellas me quieren yo me dejo que me quieran

Yo tengo suerte en el amor no cabe duda
porque hasta ahorita a mí ninguna me ha enredado
amor de todas y exclusivo de ninguna
qué chiquitito mira Juan
Ahí viene Juan
ahí viene Juan...
ay, ay ¿Cuál Juan?
Ay, ay ¿Cuál Juan?

... El colorado

Me dicen Juan, me dicen Juan
Ahí viene Juan
ahí viene Juan...
ay, ay ¿Cuál Juan?
pero ¿Cuál Juan?, pero ¿Cuál Juan?

Me dicen Juan porque yo soy un calavera en el amor
me llamo Juan
Ahí viene Juan
ahí viene Juan...
ay, ay ¿Cuál Juan?
te llaman Juan
me llamo Juan y soy el Juan más popular
y tengo amores donde quiera

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London Town


London Town
Performer(s): Paul McCartney & Wings



Walking down the sidewalk on a purple afternoon
I was accosted by a barker playing a simple tune
Upon his flute - toot toot toot toot

Silver rain was falling down
Upon the dirty ground of London Town

People pass me by on my imaginary street
Ordinary people it's impossible to meet
Holding conversations that are always incomplete
Well, I don't know
Oh, where are there places to go
Someone somewhere has to know
I don't know

Out of work again the actor entertains his wife
With the same old stories of his ordinary life
Maybe he exaggerates the trouble and the strife
Well, I don't know
Oh, where are there places to go
Someone somewhere has to know

Crawling down the pavement on a Sunday afternoon
I was arrested by a rozzer wearing a pink balloon
About his foot - toot toot toot toot

Silver rain was falling down
Upon the dirty ground of London Town

Someone somewhere has to know
Silver rain was falling down
Upon the dirty ground of London town

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Cu Ma La Be Stay


Cu Ma La Be Stay
Composer(s): Burke; Vance; Phillips
Performer(s): Chubby Checker



CC Cu ma lama
Cu ma la
Cu ma la be-stay
Group Cu ma lama
Cu ma la
Cu ma la be-stay
CC Bum ma lama
Cu ma la
Cu ma la be-stay
Group Bum ma lama
Cu ma la
Cu ma la be-stay
CC In the summertime when the sun goes down
The heat starts rising off the ground
My friends and I we gather round
We dance and sing to the cu ma la sound
Group Cu ma la sound
Cu ma la sound
CC Everybody forms a circle
Now somebody jumps inside
Jump it hit it now
You clap your hands
You stamp your feet
You do the jerk
To the cu ma la beat
Come on hit it
CC Cu ma lama
Cu ma la
Cu ma la be-stay
Group Cu ma lama
Cu ma la
Cu ma la be-stay
CC Ar cha know know know be-stay
Group Ar cha know know know be-stay
CC Momma say
Group Momma say
CC Poppa say
Group Poppa say
CC Chubby say
Group Chubby say
CC Hey Hey
Cu ma lama
Cu ma la
Cu ma la be-stay
Group Cu ma lama
Cu ma la
Cu ma la be-stay

CC Everybody forms a circle
Now somebody jumps inside
Jump it come on
You clap your hands
You stamp your feet
You do the jerk
To the cu ma la beat
Come on
CC Cu ma lama
Cu ma la
Cu ma la be-stay
Group Cu ma lama
Cu ma la
Cu ma la be-stay
CC Ar cha know know know be-stay
Ar cha know know know be-stay
CC Momma say
Group Momma say
CC Poppa say
Group Poppa say
CC Chubby say
Group Chubby say
CC We say
Group We say
CC Cu ma lama
Cu ma la
Cu ma la be-stay
Group Cu ma lama
Cu ma la
Cu ma la be-stay ...

Cu ma lama, may be in parts "Bum ma lama"

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London Pride


London Pride
Composer(s): Noel Coward
Performer(s): Noel Coward
and multiple other artists



London Pride has been handed down to us
London Pride is a flower that's free
London Pride means our own dear town to us
And our pride it for ever will be

Woa, Liza, see the coster barrows
Vegetable marrows and the fruit piled high
Woa, Liza, little London sparrows
Covent Garden Market where the costers cry

Cockney feet mark the beat of history
Every street pins a memory down
Nothing ever can quite replace
The grace of London Town

There's a little city flower every spring unfailing
Growing in the crevices by some London railing
Though it has a Latin name, in town and countryside
We in England call it London Pride

London Pride has been handed down to us
London Pride is a flower that's free
London Pride means our own dear town to us
And our pride it for ever will be

Hey, lady, when the day is dawning
See the policeman yawning on his lonely beat
Gay lady, Mayfair in the morning
Hear your footsteps echo in the empty street

Early rain and the pavement's glistening
All Park Lane in a shimmering gown
Nothing ever could break or harm
The charm of London Town

In our city darkened now, street and square and crescent
We can feel our living past in our shadowed present
Ghosts beside our starlit Thames who lived and loved and died
Keep throughout the ages London Pride

London Pride has been handed down to us
London Pride is a flower that's free
London Pride means our own dear town to us
And our pride it for ever will be

Grey city, stubbornly implanted
Taken so for granted for a thousand years
Stay, city, smokily enchanted
Cradle of our memories and hopes and fears

Every Blitz your resistance toughening
From the Ritz to the Anchor and Crown
Nothing ever could override
The pride of London Town

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Crystal Gazing


Crystal Gazing
Composer(s): Mike Oldfield
Performer(s): Maggie Reilly



Watching for a spark, it's a moonlight show
Reaching through the dark. Do you have to go?
Try to put a message through to your sweetheart
Won't you like to know the secrets of the heart?

Crystal gazing, crystal gazing
What you gonna find in crystal gazing?
Crystal gazing, crystal gazing
What you gonna find in crystal gazing?

Voices in the dark and the lights burn low
Teach yourself the art that you never know
Try to put a message through to your sweetheart
Won't you like to know the secrets of the heart?

Crystal gazing, crystal gazing
What you gonna find in crystal gazing?
Crystal gazing, crystal gazing
What you gonna find in crystal gazing?

Pictures from the night, would you be my guide?
What you talk about on the other side
Carry you a message through from your sweetheart
Won't you like to know the secrets of the heart?

Crystal gazing, crystal gazing
What you gonna find in crystal gazing?
Crystal gazing, crystal gazing
What you gonna find in crystal gazing?

Watching for a spark, it's a moonlight show
Reaching through the dark
Do you have to go?
Try to put a message through to your sweetheart
Won't you like to know the secrets of the heart?

Watching for a spark, it's a moonlight show
Reaching through the dark
Do you have to go?

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London Homesick Blues


London Homesick Blues
Composer(s): Gary P. Nunn - Louie Bellson Jazz Orch.
Performer(s): Jerry Jeff Walker
and multiple other artists



Well, when you're down on your luck
and you ain't got a buck
in London you're a goner
Even London Bridge has fallen down
and moved to Arizona
now I know why
And I'll substantiate the rumor
that the English sense of humor
is drier than the Texas sand
You can put up your dukes
and you can bet your boots
that I'm leavin' just as fast as I can

I wanna go home with the armadillo
Good country music from Amarillo and Abilene
The friendliest people and the prettiest women you've ever seen

Well it's cold over here, and I swear
I wish they'd turn the heat on
And where in the world is that English girl
I promised I would meet on the third floor
And of the whole damn lot, the only friend I got
is a smoke and a cheap guitar
My mind keeps roamin', my heart keeps longin'
to be home in a Texas bar

I wanna go home with the armadillo
Good country music from Amarillo and Abilene
The friendliest people and the prettiest women you've ever seen

Well, I decided that, I'd get my cowboy hat
and go down to Marble Arch Station
'Cause when a Texan fancies, he'll take his chances
and chances will be takin, now that's for sure
And them Limey eyes, they were eyein' a prize
that some people call manly footwear
And they said you're from down South
and when you open your mouth
you always seem to put your foot there

I wanna go home with the armadillo
Good country music from Amarillo and Abilene
The friendliest people and the prettiest women you've ever seen

I wanna go home with the armadillo
Good country music from Amarillo and Abilene
The friendliest people and the prettiest women you've ever seen

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Colour My World (Chicago)


Colour My World
Performer(s): Chicago



As time goes on
I realize
Just what you mean
To me
And now
Now that you're near
Promise your love
That I've waited to share
And dreams
Of our moments together
Colour my world with hope
of loving you

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London Calls


London Calls
Composer(s): Richard Eckersley - Wreford
Performer(s): Billy Cotton & His Band



London calls, great St. Paul’s
Booming out the fleeting hours
Carried to the people on London Bridge
Muffled by the wintry showers

Half past ten, cold Big Ben
Time to go to bed and hear
The melancholy hooting of tugs at night
Passing some deserted pier

I miss Westminster, I miss Kew
I love to see it in the spring
I miss my Sunday visits to the zoo
I miss everything

London calls, its music halls
The theatres with the latest plays
In spring or in the autumn, in sunshine, rain
London calls, I must obey

The barrow boys, the lights, the noise
In Hoxton on a busy night
The happy little sparrows upon the streets
Of London when the sun shines bright

The Mile End Road, where traffic flowed
For many a hundred year
The cosy little pubs with quaint old names
Open for a glass of beer

Brixton in the sunshine on a summer day
Limehouse ‘neath a leaden pall
Whitechapel at work, Whitechapel at play
I love ‘em all

The busy queues, they air their views
Waiting for the bus to stop
The silent squares deserted at dead of night
Save for an occasional cop

London gives, London gives
Happiness to all her friends
London for so many is still the place
Will the journey end?

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Colors Of The Sun


Colors Of The Sun
Composer(s): Jackson Browne
Performer(s): Jackson Browne;
Rachel Bissex; Tom Rush



Colors of the sun
Flashing on the water top
Echo on the land

Picking for a coin
Many other tiny worlds
Singing past my hand

Awake to understand you are not dreaming
It is not seaming just to be this way
Dying men draw numbers in the air
Dream to conquer little bits of time
Scuffle with the crowd to get their share
And fall behind their little bits of time

Voices in the air
Sympathetic harmony
Coming from the trees

Hanging at my door
Many shiny surfaces
Clinging in the breeze

Oh, leave me where I am I am not losing
If I am choosing not to plan my life
Disillusioned savior search the sky
Wanting to just to show someone the way
Asking all the people passing by
Doesn't anybody want the way

I say goodbye to Joseph and Maria
They think I see another sky
And from my fallen window I still see them
I'll never free them from the sky

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London Calling


London Calling
Composer(s): Joe Strummer - Mick Jones
First release by: The Clash - 1979
Covered by multiple other artists



London calling to the faraway towns
Now that war is declared and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard all you boys and girls
London calling now don't look at us
All that phony Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling see we ain't got no swing
'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing

The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in
Meltdown expected and the wheat is growing thin
Engines stop running but I have no fear
London is drowning and I live by the river

London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, an' go it alone
London calling upon the zombies of death
Quit holding out and draw another breath
London calling and I don't wanna shout
But when we were talking I saw you nodding out
London calling see we ain't got no highs
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes

The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in
Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error but I have no fear
London is drowning and I live by the river

Now get this
London calling yeah I was there too
An' you know what they said? Well some of it was true
London calling at the top of the dial
After all this won't you give me a smile?

I never felt so much alike

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Colori


Colori
Composer(s): Angelo Branduardi
Performer(s): Angelo Branduardi



E' il volto tuo che ho disegnato,...
chino per terra io l'ho dipinto
ho usato il nero per i tuoi occhi
e bianca sabbia per la tua pelle
Quando la pioggia l'avrà lavato
e i tuoi colori confuso
quando il vento sarà passato
sarò alla fine guarito
E' il volto tuo che ho disegnato
mi son seduto ed ho aspettato
ho usato il nero per i capelli
e rossa sabbia per la tua bocca
Verrà la pioggia e lo laverà
confonderà i tuoi colori
quando il vento sarà passato
sarò alla fine guarito

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London Bridge Is Falling Down


London Bridge Is Falling Down
(Traditional)



London Bridge is falling down
Falling down, Falling down
London Bridge is falling down
My fair lady

Take a key and lock her up
Lock her up, Lock her up
Take a key and lock her up
My fair lady

How will we build it up
Build it up, Build it up?
How will we build it up
My fair lady?

Build it up with silver and gold
Silver and gold, Silver and gold
Build it up with silver and gold
My fair lady

Gold and silver I have none
I have none, I have none
Gold and silver I have none
My fair lady

Build it up with needles and pins
Needles and pins, Needles and pins
Build it up with needles and pins
My fair lady

Pins and needles bend and break
Bend and break, Bend and break
Pins and needles bend and break
My fair lady

Build it up with wood and clay
Wood and clay, Wood and clay
Build it up with wood and clay
My fair lady

Wood and clay will wash away
Wash away, Wash away
Wood and clay will wash away
My fair lady

Build it up with stone so strong
Stone so strong, Stone so strong
Build it up with stone so strong
My fair lady

Stone so strong will last so long
Last so long, Last so long
Stone so strong will last so long
My fair lady

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Colorful


Colorful
Composer(s): Lee Adams; Charles Strouse
Performer(s): Sammy Davis Jr.



Colorful copy, Mr. Drake?
Why, sir, you don’t know how colorful I done been

When I was very young, brand new upon the scene
Had no experience, that’s right, I was green
Then I grew up a bit, found out a thing or two
Sometimes I’d get unhappy
In short, I was blue

As far as politics goes, I never turned red
I’m smarter than you might think
And every time I’ve been told
Boy, you’re good as gold
Say, I’m just tickled pink

I’ve tried all sorts of shades
Put them to the test
But I look at myself
And black suits me best

Black is chic
Always correct for the house or yard
Black is neat
It goes with everything and doesn’t try too hard
Black is basic, you’ll agree
As the Duchess of Windsor would say, hah
“Black is me!”

Well, I’ve been yellow at times, I’m sorry to say
Yes, I’ve been afraid to fight
Drake? I’ve been scared as can be
But take it from me
Daddy, I ain’t never turned white

So when I’m old and grey
And I’m heading for my last rest
Guess I’ll still have to say
That black, not Kelly green
But black, not tangerine
But black, that’s B-L-A-C-K, dig?
Black suits me, ha-ha, best
And that’s it!

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London Bridge


London Bridge Composer(s): David Gates Performer(s): Bread



I know the times the times are hard to bear It's hard to find someone to really care But before I went down and out Here's what I used to think about, think about London Bridge is always fallin' down But there it stood within the heart of town Reminding everyone of life behind and life to come The changes taking place are everywhere The centuries past have nothing to compare Where they stand, where they trip and fall Watch the writing on the wall, on the wall London Bridge is fallin' down at last And so another memory of the past Has fell beneath the blade, but soon the dead may be repaid I know things just can't evolve for all eternity The thoughts will leave, will never die, and now so you can see London Bridge is finally fallin' down, It packed it up and shipped it outta town And though the horror's gone, the memory will linger on London Bridge is finally fallin' down It used to stand within the heart of town Reminding everyone of life behind and life to come London Bridge is finally fallin' down ...

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Colorado Kool-Aid


Colorado Kool-Aid
Composer(s): Phil Thomas
Performer(s): Johnny Paycheck;
Eugene Chadbourne; Red Sovine



Well, I was sittin' in this beer joint down in Houston, Texas
Was drinkin' Colorado Kool-Aid and talkin' to some Mexicans
An' we was ...... what's that you say?
What's Colorado Kool-Aid?

Well, it's a can of Coors brewed from a mountain stream
It'll set your head on fire an' make your kidneys scream
Oh, it sure is fine
Yeah, we was havin' ourselves one of them real good times

But you know every beer joint that you've ever been in
Some big, mean drunk who just ain't got no friend
Sure enough, he wants to fight
Yeah, he's gonna whip everything in sight

Well, he took him a big swallow of beer
And he spit in my Mexican friends ear
And, sure enough, that made my buddy real mad
That's somethin' like he ain't never had

Well, sir, he pulled out a big, long switch blade knife
Quick as a whistle he began to slice
An, that big mean drunk stood back, his face full of tears
Lookin' down at the floor, an' one of his ears

Ha, he cut that thing off, even with the sideburns
You might say the little Mexican fella, he just didn't give a durn
But he was a gentleman about it, an' bent over and with a half way grin
Picked it up and handed it back to him

He said: "Now big man, you get the urge to spit a little beer
"Just open up your hand there, and spit it in your own ear
"Won't be no trouble that way", that's what I heard him say
And I said: "Barmaid, set us up a round of that Colorado Kool-Aid
An while you're up their, bring this big fella, here, a box of Band aids"

Now let me tell you, if you're ever ridin' down in south of Texas
Decide to stop an' drink some Colorado Kool-Aid
An' maybe talk to some Mexicans
An' you get the urge to get a little tough
Better make damn sure you got your knife proof ear-muff

Hey, ain't that right big man?
I said ain't that right big man?
Ah, hell he can't hear
Not on this side anyway, he ain't got no ear

Hey barmaid, bring us all a big, tall glass of that Colorado Kool-Aid
How about it?

How you doin', big man?
Still got your ear there in your hand?

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London Boys (Johnny Thunders)


London Boys
Composer(s): Billy Rath - Johnny Thunders - Marc Bolan - Walter Lure
Performer(s): Johnny Thunders



Are you telling me, you shut my mouth
If I wasn't ***** ***** you wouldn't be around
You talk about faggot, little mummy's boy
You're still at home, you've got your chaperone

You need an escort to take a piss
He holds your hand and he shakes your dick
You're so pretty, suburban kitty
You think you're gonna change, re-arrange that city

Little London boys
You're little London boys
You're little London boys
You think you're gonna change me?

A little rich kid, what do you know
You had everything don't you think it don't show
A-hiding in the closet just a-facing the wall
Too Much Too Soon - do you recall?

Have a holiday in the city
Dildo souvenirs, vaseline pretty
You don't need no junkies just LSD
You won't get shot, shot by me

Little London boys
You're little London boys
You're little London boys
You think you're gonna change me, ha ha!

Little London boys
You're little London boys
You're little London boys
You think you're gonna change me?

Little London boys
Little London boys
Little London boys
Little London boys ...

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Colorado Country Morning


Colorado Country Morning
Composer(s): Johnny Cunningham; Bob Duncan
Performer(s): Hank Snow



Looking through the window of the greyhound station down in San Antone
Watching people come and people go and feeling so alone
And every face I see reminds me of the one I've left behind me crying
Knowing I should go back home and heaven knows how hard I'm trying
To see that Colorado country morning with the dusty roads and warm sunshine
I've got the Colorado country morning and a Denver woman on my mind

I remember standing at the door and looking back as she lay sleeping
And very gently through the window pane the morning sun was creeping
And without a sound I turned around and softly kissed her goodbye
Now with all behind I often find myself wondering why
I left that Colorado...
I left that Colorado...

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