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Nursery School


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

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Nunca Podrás Sacarme Mi Amor

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

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Nunca Jamás


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

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Nunca Como La Primera Vez


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

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Nun Parlà


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

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Numbers


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

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Number The Brave


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
Can’t 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
It’s 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
It’s a burning light
Never fading out
Fading out of view

Number the brave
In your heart
Number the brave
For they died for you

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Numa Sala De Reboco


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...

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Nul Ne Guérit De Son Enfance


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

Pour me guérir de mon enfance

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Nuit Et Brouillard


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

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Nuit D'Amour


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 ...

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Nuestro Tema


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

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Nuestro Juramento


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

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Nuestro Hogar Será El Mundo


Nuestro Hogar Será El Mundo
Composer(s): José Luis Armenteros; Pablo Herrero
Performer(s): Nino Bravo



Sé de un lugar
donde solos tú y yo
podremos ver
la luz del sol brillar
al clarear
nos iremos los dos
y tú sabrás
lo dulce que es amar

Nuestro hogar será el mundo
que vaga sin cesar sin rumbo
que sigue con su andar profundo
sin descansar

Te daré lo que es mío
el nuevo atardecer de estío
el lento caminar del río
que va hacia el mar

Yo te daré
lo mejor de mi ser
te haré sentir mi gran amor
por ti

Nuestro hogar será el mundo
que vaga sin cesar sin rumbo
que sigue con su andar profundo
sin descansar

Te daré mi mañana
mi lento envejecer
mi techo
mi incierto porvenir
mi lecho
mi corazón

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Nuestro Amor


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

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Nuestra Desgracia


Nuestra Desgracia
Composer(s): Chucho Palacios; Gabriel Luna de la Fuente
Performer(s): Javier Solis; Vicente Fernández



¿Por qué nos conocimos?
¿por qué fuimos los dos una sola alma?
Si todo lo perdimos y fuimos a labrar nuestra desgracia

Ni tú ni yo podremos ser felices
jamás me olvidarás ni yo te olvido
Nadie podrá borrar las cicatrices
de la herida fatal que nos hicimos

Mañana encontrarás nuevos amores
y otros amores me brindarán sus ansias
así comprenderemos hasta entonces
que forjamos los dos nuestra desgracia

Así comprenderemos hasta entonces
que forjamos los dos nuestra desgracia

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Nuclear Apathy


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

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Nubes Negras


Nubes Negras
Performer(s): Pedro Aznar



Nubes negras
llueve otra vez
y aquí adentro los dos

Tu voz me despierta
dulce de sueños
pereza y amor

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Nu Skall Du Bli Stilla


Nu Skall Du Bli Stilla
English Title: Everything's All Right
Composer(s): Tim Rice; Andrew Lloyd Webber
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog



Nu skall du bli stilla
Nu skall du försöka
Glömma dina sorger
Åh, tro du mig
Allting är alright
Ja, allting är bra

Du skall sova så gott i natt
Låt vår jord snurra runt som den vill
Allt blir gott, om du blott
Glömmer av att vi andra finns till

Oljan den kan lena
Lugna dej och rena
När dust på din panna
Åh, så härligt
Allting är alright
Ja, allting är bra

Känns så svalt på din hand min vän
På din brännheta fot, ja känn
Somna in, somna in
Slappna av tänk på alls ingenting

Nu skall du bli stilla
Nu skall du försöka
Glömma dina sorger
Åh, tro du mig
Allting är alright
Ja, allting är bra

Du skall sova så gott i natt
Låt vår jord snurra runt som den vill
Allt blir gott, om du blott
Glömmer av att vi andra finns till

Oljan den kan lena
Lugna dej och rena
När dust på din panna
Åh, så härligt
Allting är alright
Ja, allting är bra

Känns så svalt på din hand min vän
På din brännheta fot, ja känn
Somna in, somna in
Slappna av tänk på alls ingenting

Somna in, somna in
Slappna av tänk på alls ingenting
Somna in, somna in
Slappna av tänk på alls ingenting

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Nu Of Nooit


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

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