ladymarjorie

Well you can give me all your love
And anything else you got too
But don’t pay it any mind
If it seems like I’m acting cool

Well you can dress me in your mirror
Give me kisses forever and a day yeah
But there’s just one thing

You don’t have to say
You don’t have to say you love me
And you don’t have to say any prayers
No you don’t have to say you love me
Baby it’s alright

Cos honey I don’t care
Oh baby I don’t care
Oh honey I don’t care
Oh honey I don’t care

Well you can turns the lights down low
Somethings are better that way
And you can tell me all your stories
But please spare me the plays

Cos you don’t have to say you love me
And you don’t have to save any tears
No you don’t have to say you love me
Baby it’s alright

Cos honey I don’t care
Oh honey I don’t care
Oh baby I don’t care
Oh honey I don’t care

Deep in your eyes
I see your thoughts
I know you want me
Sometimes it hurts
But you know that some things
Are best left never said

Cos you don’t have to say you love me
And you don’t have to say you care
No you don’t have to say you love me
Baby it’s alright

Cos honey I don’t care
Oh when I tell you baby
I don’t care

Oh baby please believe me
I don’t care
Oh when I tell you baby
I don’t care

Oh baby please believe me
I don’t care
Oh baby please believe me
Don’t you see that I don’t care
I don’t care
Oh honey I don’t care

You know, you know that I don’t care
You know, you know
That you don’t have to say you love me
And you don’t have to say you care

No you don’t have to say you love me
Baby it’s alright, oh honey it’s alright
Oh baby I don’t care

On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose,
Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses.
On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud que de nos chagrins il s’en fait des manteaux pourtant quelqu’un m’a dit...

Refrain
Que tu m’aimais encore,
C’est quelqu’un qui m’a dit que tu m’aimais encore.
Serais ce possible alors ?

On me dit que le destin se moque bien de nous
Qu’il ne nous donne rien et qu’il nous promet tout
Parais qu’le bonheur est à portée de main,
Alors on tend la main et on se retrouve fou
Pourtant quelqu’un m’a dit ...

Refrain

Mais qui est ce qui m’a dit que toujours tu m’aimais?
Je ne me souviens plus c’était tard dans la nuit,
J’entend encore la voix, mais je ne vois plus les traits
"Il vous aime, c’est secret, lui dites pas que j’vous l’ai dit"
Tu vois quelqu’un m’a dit...

Que tu m’aimais encore, me l’a t’on vraiment dit...
Que tu m’aimais encore, serais ce possible alors ?

On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose,
Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses
On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud
Que de nos tristesses il s’en fait des manteaux,
Pourtant quelqu’un m’a dit que...

Refrain

I got some troubles but they won’t last
I’m gonna lay right down here in the grass
And pretty soon all my troubles will pass
’cause I’m in shoo-shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo-shoo
Shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo Sugar Town

I never had a dog that liked me some
Never had a friend or wanted one
So I just lay back and laugh at the sun
’cause I’m in shoo-shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo-shoo
Shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo Sugar Town

Yesterday it rained in Tennessee
I heard it also rained in Tallahassee
But not a drop fell on little old me
’cause I was in shoo-shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo-shoo
Shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo Sugar Town

If I had a million dollars or ten
I’d give to ya, world, and then
You’d go away and let me spend
My life in shoo-shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo-shoo
Shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo Sugar Town
la-la-la-la to end

LADY OF THE LAKE:
What ever happened to my part?
It was exciting at the start.
Now we’re halfway through Act 2
And I’ve had nothing yet to do.

I’ve been offstage for far too long
It’s ages since I had a song.
This is one unhappy Diva
The producer’s have deceived her.
There is nothing I can sing from my heart.
Whatever Happened to My Part?

I am sick of my career
Always starting second gear
Up to here, with frustration and with fears.
I’ve no Grammy no Rewards,
I’ve no Tony Awards,
I’m Constantly replaced with Britney Spears

Whatever Happened to My Show?
I was a hit, now I don’t know.
I’m with a bunch of British Knights,
Prancing ’round in woolly tights.

I might as well go to the Pub
They’ve been out searching for a shrub
Out shopping for a Bush
Well they can kiss my Tush
It seems to me they’ve really lost the plot

Whatever Happened to My
I’ll Call my Agent, Dammit
Whatever Happened to My
Not Yours, Not Yours,
By My,
Part!

      Oh, the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear

      And it shows them pearly white

      Just a jackknife has old MacHeath, babe

      And he keeps it … ah … out of sight.

      Ya know when that shark bites, with his teeth, babe

      Scarlet billows start to spread

      Fancy gloves, though, wears old MacHeath, babe

      So there’s nevah, nevah a trace of red.

      Now on the sidewalk … uuh, huh … whoo … sunny mornin’ … uuh, huh

      Lies a body just oozin’ life … eeek!

      And someone’s sneakin’ ‘round the corner

      Could that someone be Mack the Knife?

      A-there’s a tugboat … huh, huh, huh … down by the river don’tcha know

      Where a cement bag’s just a’droopin’ on down

      Oh, that cement is just, it’s there for the weight, dear

      Five’ll get ya ten old Macky’s back in town.

      Now, d’ja hear ‘bout Louie Miller? He disappeared, babe

      After drawin’ out all his hard-earned cash

      And now MacHeath spends just like a sailor

      Could it be our boy’s done somethin’ rash?

      Now … Jenny Diver … ho, ho … yeah … Sukey Tawdry       

      Ooh … Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown 

      Oh, the line forms on the right, babe

      Now that Macky’s back in town.

      Aah … I said Jenny Diver … whoa … Sukey Tawdry

      Look out to Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown

      Yes, that line forms on the right, babe

      Now that Macky’s back in town … 

      Look out … old Macky is back!!

Yo soy Carmen la de España
cigarrera de Sevilla
y los guapos de Triana
hago andar de coronilla

Pero no es verdad la historia
que de mi escribió un francés
al que haría Pepitoria
si yo lo volviese a ver
iba a servirme de camafeo
si atravesara los Pirineos

Carmen de España...manola
Carmen de España...valiente
Carmen con bata de cola
pero cristiana y decente

No sé quién fue Descamillo
ni tampoco don José
y no manejo el cuchillo
ni a la hora de comer

Tengo fuego en las...pestañas
cuando miro a los gachés
yo soy la Carmen de España
y no la de merimé
y no la de merimé

Me han cantado en el teatro
lo mismo que a la Traviata
más le aviso a más de cuatro
que voy a meter la pata

Pues me tiene hasta los pelos
que ande suelta por ahí
una Carmen de camelo
que en na se parece a mi
de los pinreles a la peineta
yo le zumbaba la pandereta

Carmen de España...manola
Carmen de España...valiente
Carmen con bata de cola
pero cristiana y decente

No sé quién fue Descamillo
ni tampoco don José
y no manejo el cuchillo
ni a la hora de comer

Tengo fuego en las...pestañas
cuando miro a los gachés
yo soy la Carmen de España
y no la de merimé
y no la de merimé

On nights like this
When the world’s a bit amiss
And the lights go down
Across the trailer park
I get down, I feel had
Feel on the verge of going mad
And then it’s time to punch the clock

I put on some make-up
Turn on the tape deck
And put the wig back on my head
Suddenly I’m Miss Midwest Midnight Checkout Queen
Until I head home
And I put myself to bed

I look back on where I’m from
Look at the woman I’ve become
And the strangest things seem suddenly routine
I look up from my Vermouth on the rocks
The gift wrapped wig’s still in the box
Of towering velveteen

I put on some make-up
Some LaVern Baker
And pull the wig down from the shelf
Suddenly I’m Miss Beehive 1963
Until I wake up
And I turn back to myself

Some girls, they got natural ease
They wear it any way they please
With their French flip curls
From perfumed magazines
Wear it up, let it down
This is the best way that I’ve found
To be the best you’ve ever seen

I put on some make-up
Turn on the eight-track
I’m pulling the wig down from the shelf
Suddenly I’m Miss Farrah Fawcett
From TV
Until I wake up
And I turn back to myself

Shag, bi-level, bob
Dorothy Hamill do,
Sausage curl, chicken wings
It’s all because of you
With your blow dried, feather backed
Toni home wave, too
Flip, fro , frizz, flop
It’s all because of you
It’s all because of you
It’s all because of you

(okay...everybody...)

I put on some make-up
Turn on the eight track
I’m pulling the wig down from the shelf
Suddenly I’m Miss Punk Rock Star
Of stage and screen
And I ain’t ever
I’m never turning back

Darkness falls and she will take me by the hand
Take me to some twilight land
Where all but love is grey
Where time just slips away
Without her as my guide

Night falls I’m cast beneath here spell
Daylight comes our heaven’s torn to hell
Am I left to burn
And burn eternally
She’s a mystery to me
She’s a mystery girl
She’s a mystery girl

In the night of love words tangled in her hair
Words soon to disappear
A love so sharp it cuts like a switchblade to my heart
Words tearing me apart
She tears again my bleeding heart
I want to run she’s pulling me apart
Fallen angel cries
Then I just melt away
She’s a mystery to me
She’s a mystery girl
She’s a mystery girl
She’s a mystery girl

Haunted by her side the darkness in her eyes
But that so enslaves me
If my love is blind then I don’t want to see
She’s a mystery to me

Night falls I’m cast beneath her spell
Daylight comes our heaven’s torn to hell
Am I left to burn
And burn eternally
She’s a mystery to me

She’s a mystery girl
She’s a mystery girl
She’s a mystery girl
She’s a mystery girl
She’s a mystery girl
She’s a mystery girl
She’s a mystery girl

People I know, places I go, make me feel tongue-tied
I can see how people look down, they’re on the inside
here’s where the story ends
people I see, weary of me showing my good side
I can see how people look down
I’m on the outside
here’s where the story ends
ooh here’s where the story ends

it’s that little souvenir of a terrible year
which makes my eyes feel sore
oh I never should have said, the books that you read
were all I loved you for
it’s that little souvenir of a terrible year
which makes me wonder why
and it’s the memories of your shed that make me turn red
surprise, surprise, surprise

crazy I know, places I go
make me feel so tired
I can see how people look down
I’m on the outside
oh here’s where the story ends
ooh here’s where the story ends

it’s that little souvenir of a terrible year
which makes my eyes feel sore
and who ever would’ve thought the books that you brought
were all I loved you for
oh the devil in me said, go down to the shed
I know where I belong
but the only thing I ever really wanted to say
was wrong, was wrong, was wrong

it’s that little souvenir of a colourful year
which makes me smile inside
so I cynically, cynically say, the world is that way
surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise
here’s where the story ends
ooh here’s where the story ends

Everyday it’s a-gettin’ closer
Goin’ faster than a roller coaster
Love like yours will surely come my way
A-hey, a-hey-hey
Everyday it’s a-gettin’ faster
Everyone said, go ahead and her
A-hey, a-hey-hey
Everyday seems a little longer
Every way love’s a little stronger
Come what may
Do you ever long for, true love from me
Everyday it’s a-gettin’ closer
Goin’ faster than a roller coaster
Love like yours will surely come my way
A-hey, a-hey-hey

Everyday seems a little longer
Every way love’s a little stronger
Come what may
Do you ever long for, true love from me
Everyday it’s a-gettin’ closer
Goin’ faster than a roller coaster
Love like yours will surely come my way
A-hey, a-hey-hey
Love like yours will surely come my way

Someone told me long ago theres a calm before the storm,
I know; its been comin for some time.
When its over, so they say, itll rain a sunny day,
I know; shinin down like water.

Chorus:
I want to know, have you ever seen the rain?
I want to know, have you ever seen the rain
Comin down on a sunny day?

Yesterday, and days before, sun is cold and rain is hard,
I know; been that way for all my time.
til forever, on it goes through the circle, fast and slow,
I know; it cant stop, I wonder.

Chorus
Yeah!
Chorus

IS THIS THE REAL LIFE, IS THIS JUST FANTASY?
CAUGHT IN A LANDSLIDE, NO ESCAPE FROM REALITY.
OPEN YOUR EYES, LOOK UP TO THE SKIES AND SEE.
I´M JUST A POOR BOY, I NEED NO SYMPATHY
BECAUSE I´M EASY COME, EASY GO,
A LITTLE HIGH, A LITTLE LOW,
ANYWAY THE WIND BLOWS DOESN´T REALLY MATTER TO ME.
MAMA, JUST KILLED A MAN, PUT A GUN AGAINST HIS HEAD,
PULLED MY TRIGGER, NOW HE´S DEAD.
MAMA, LIFE HAD JUST BEGUN,
BUT NOW I´VE GONE AND THROWN IT ALL AWAY.
MAMA, OOO-OO, DIDN´T MEAN TO MAKE YOU CRY,
IF I´M NOT BACK AGAIN THIS TIME TOMORROW,
CARRY ON, CARRY ON, AS IF NOTHING REALLY MATTERS.
TOO LATE, MY TIME HAS COME,
SENDS SHIVERS DOWN MY SPINE,
BODY´S ACHING ALL THE TIME.
GOODBYE EVERYBODY, I´VE GOT TO GO,
GOTTA LEAVE YOU ALL BEHIND AND FACE THE TRUTH.
MAMA, OOO-OO, I DON´T WANNA DIE,
I SOMETIMES WISH I´D NEVER BEEN BORN AT ALL.
I SEE A LITTLE SILHOUETTO OF A MAN.
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SCARAMOUCH, SCARAMOUCH, WILL YOU DO THE FANDANGO?
THUNDERBOLT AND LIGHTENING, VERY VERY FRIGHTENING ME.
GALILEO-GALILEO, GALILEO-GALILEO, GALILEO-FIGARO, MAGNÍFICO.
BUT I´M JUST A POOR BOY AND NOBODY LOVES ME,
HE´S JUST A POOR BOY FROM A POOR FAMILY,
SPARE HIM HIS LIFE FROM THIS MONSTRUOSITY.
EASY COME, EASY GO, WILL YOU LET HIM GO?
BISMILLAH! NO, ME WILL NOT LET HIM GO (LET HIM GO!)
BISMILLAH! NO, WE WILL NOT LET HIM GO (LET HIM GO!)
WILL NOT LET HIM GO (LET ME GO!)
WILL NOT LET HIM GO (LET ME GO!)
NO, NO, NO, NO, NO,
MAMA MÍA, MAMA MÍA, MAMA MÍA LET ME GO,
BEALZEBUB HAS A DEVIL PUT ASIDE FOR ME, FOR ME.
SO YOU THINK YOU CAN STONE ME AND SPIT IN MY EYE?
SO YOU THINK YOU CAN LOVE ME AND LEAVE ME TO DIE?
OH! BABY, CAN´T DO THIS TO ME BABY.
JUST GOTTA GET OUT, JUST GET RIGHT OUTTA HERE.
OOO-OO NOTHING REALLY MATTERS, ANYONE CAN SEE.
NOTHING REALLY MATTERS,
NOTHING REALLY MATTERS,
NOTHING REALLY MATTERS TO ME.
ANYWAY THE WIND BLOWS.

En Sevilla hay una casa,
y en la casa una ventana
y en la ventana una niña
que las rosas envidiaban.
Por la noche, con la luna,
en el río se miraba,
¡Ay corasón,
que bonita es mi novia!
¡Ay corasón,
asomá a la ventana!
¡Ay! ¡Ay! ¡Ay! 
no te mires en el río
¡Ay! ¡Ay! ¡Ay! 
que me hases padesé,
porque tengo, niña, selos d’él.
Quiéreme tú.
¡Ay! quiéreme tú bien mío.
Quiéreme tú,
niña de mi corazón.
Matarile, rile, rilerón.
De la Feria de sevilla
él le trajo una alianza,
gargantillas de corales
y unos sarsillos de plata.
Y paresía una reina
asomada a la ventana
¡Ay corasón,
le desía su novio!
¡Ay corasón,
al mirarla tan guapa!
¡Ay! ¡Ay! ¡Ay! 
no te mires en el río
¡Ay! ¡Ay! ¡Ay! 
que me hases padesé,
porque tengo, niña, selos d’él.
Quiéreme tú.
¡Ay! quiéreme tú bien mío.
Quiéreme tú,
niña de mi corazón.
Matarile, rile, rilerón.
Una noche de verano
cuando la luna asomaba,
vino a buscarla su novio
y no estaba en la ventana.
Que la vió muerta en el río
y que el agua la llevaba
¡Ay corasón,
paresía una rosa!
¡Ay corasón,
una rosa muy blanca!
¡Ay! ¡Ay! ¡Ay! 
cómo se la lleva el río
¡Ay! ¡Ay! ¡Ay! 
lástima de mi queré,
con rasón tenía selos d’él.
¡Ay, que doló,
que dolor del amor mío
¡Ay, que doló,
mare de mi corasón! 
Matarile, rile, rilerón.

I was dancin’ with my darlin’ to the Tennessee Waltz
When an old friend I happened to see
I introduced her to my loved one
And while they were dancin’
My friend stole my sweetheart from me.

I remember the night and the Tennessee Waltz
Now I know just how much I have lost
Yes, I lost my little darlin’ the night they were playing
The beautiful Tennessee Waltz.

(Instrumental Interlude)

I was dancin’ with my darlin’ to the Tennessee Waltz
When an old friend I happened to see
I introduced her to my loved one
And while they were dancin’
My friend stole my sweetheart from me.

I remember the night and the Tennessee Waltz
Now I know just how much I have lost
Yes, I lost my little darlin’ the night they were playing
The beautiful Tennessee Waltz
The beautiful Tennessee Waltz

Si un día he de morir
si un día he de morir
que sea aquí donde yo nací
que sea aquí en Maracaibo.
Si un día he de morir
que sea aquí donde yo nací
que sea aquí en Maracaibo.
Mi vida en Norteamérica
es un desierto de amor
trabajo duro de sol a sol.
Oye mi reina yo quiero estar
donde se juntan selva y mar.
Yo vi gente morir
yo vi gente mezclar
su sangre con el oro negro
en los lagos de Maracaibo.

Después de una mentira, 
el silencio y otra explicación
Después de un terremoto,
la calma es una bendición
Después de un año malo, 
un año bueno y toda la ilusión
Ya se acabó esta guerra 
y traigo flores para la ocasión.

Enamorados de la vida que nos da calor 
para qué decir adiós 
Si los golpes te hacen fuerte 
y te atreves hoy a ver el sol 

Pasarán
los días de lluvia y quedará tu olor, 
las sombras y el olvido 
Pasarán, no 
no borrarán tu nombre ni tu luz azul 
Y sonará otra vez...

En tu mirada fría intuyo una dulce sumisión
El odio ha germinado 
la semilla de la reconciliación
Sólo unos platos rotos 
que han dejado un extraño sabor
Ya sé que la distancia y el olvido son lo peor

Enamorados de la vida que nos da calor 
para qué decir adiós 
Si los golpes te hacen fuerte
y te atreves hoy a ver el sol 

Pasarán
los días de lluvia y quedará tu olor 
las sombras y el olvido 
Pasarán, no 
no borrarán tu nombre, ni tu luz azul 
Y sonará otra vez...

Pasarán... Pasarán...

Baby, if we can’t solve any problems
Why do we lose so many tears?
Oh, so you go again
When the leading man appears
Always the same theme
But can’t you see we’ve got everything going on and

Everytime you go away
You take a piece of me with you

Go on and go free
Maybe you’re too close to see
I can feel your body move
But does it mean that much to me
I can’t go on singing the same theme
"Cause you can’t see we’ve got everything
Baby, even though you know that

Everytime you go away
You take a piece of me with you
You just don’t care

Nunca sabré cómo tu alma ha encendido mi noche,

nunca sabré el milagro de amor que ha nacido por tí.

Nunca sabré por qué siento tu pulso en mis venas,

nunca sabré en qué viento llegó este querer.

Mi vida llama tu vida y busca tus ojos;

besa tu suelo, reza en tu cielo, late en tu sien.

Ya siempre unidos, ya siempre, mi corazón con tu amor.

Yo sé que el tiempo es la brisa que dice a tu alma:

ven hacia mí, así el día vendrá que amanece por ti.

La luna de miel.

Nunca sabré qué misterio nos trae esta noche,

nunca sabré cómo vino esta luna de miel.

La luna brilla en tus ojos y con mi desvelo

besa en tu suelo, reza en tu cielo, late en tu sien.

Ya siempre unidos, ya siempre, mi corazón con tu amor.

Yo sé que el tiempo es la brisa que dice a tu alma:

ven hacia mí, así el día vendrá que amanece por ti.

La luna de miel.

Luna de miel

Luna de miel

Luna de miel

J’ai perdu mon Eurydice,
Rien n’égale mon malheur;
Sort cruel! quelle rigueur!
Rien n’égale mon malheur!
Je succombe à ma douleur!
Eurydice, Eurydice,
Réponds, quel supplice!
Réponds-moi!
C’est ton époux fidèle;
Entends ma voix qui t’appelle.

J’ai perdu mon Eurydice, etc

Eurydice, Eurydice!
Mortel silence! Vaine espérance!
Quelle souffrance!
Quel tourment déchire mon cur!

J’ai perdu mon Eurydice

Questa è la storia di uno di noi
Anche lui nato per caso in via Gluck
In una casa fuori città
Gente tranquilla che lavorava
La dove c’era l’erba ora c’è una città
E quella casa in mezzo al verde ormai
Dove sarà?Questo ragazzo della via Gluck
Si divertiva a giocare con me
Ma un giorno disse vado in città
E lo diceva mentre piangeva
Io gli domando amico non sei contento
Vai finalmente a stare in città
La troverai le cose che non hai avuto qui
Potrai lavarti in casa senza andar giù nel cortileMio caro amico se qui sono nato
E in questa strada ora lascio il mio cuore
Ma come fai a non capire
E’ una fortuna per voi che restate
A piedi nudi a giocare nei prati
Mentre la in centro io respiro il cemento
Ma verrà il giorno che ritornerò ancora qui
E sentirò l’amico treno che fischia cosìPassano gli anni ma otto son lunghi
Però quel ragazzo ne ha fatta di strada
Ma non si scorda la sua prima casa
Ora coi soldi lui può comperarla
Torna e non trova gli amici che aveva
Solo case su case catrame e cemento
La dove c’era l’erba ora c’è una città
E quella casa in mezzo al verde ormai
Dove sarà?Non so, non so, perché continuano a costruire le case
E non lasciano l’erba, non lasciano l’erba,
Non lasciano l’erba, non lasciano l’erba
E no se andiamo avanti così
Chissà come si farà, chissà, chissà come si farà

I dreamed a dream in times gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving

Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung
No wine untasted

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to shame

He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came

And still I dream he’ll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I’m living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed
The dream I dreamed.

Un hombre marchó
Dejó la casa, dejó la ciudad
Se fue dulcemente
Ningún reproche, nada que ocultar
Y buscó senderos entre las montañas
Que van al mar, que van al mar
Un hombre marchó
El paso cansado
Triste mirar, sin parpadear
Nadie lo llamó
Nadie sintió su callado adios
Un adios al mundo
A gentes y calles, a la gran ciudad
Solo vio la sombra envuelta en niebla

testigo de tu caminar

un hombre marchó

el paso cansado

triste mirar.

Las palabras que pueda cantar o decir
No son bastantes para escribir lo que allí vi
Hombre de triste figura
Porqué a las aguas fuiste a vivir
Si yo era tu sombra
Si yo estaba allí
Quería vivir............

Un hombre marchó
Dejó la casa, dejó la ciudad
Se fue dulcemente
Ningún reproche, nada que ocultar
Y buscó senderos entre las montañas
Que van al mar, que van al mar
Un hombre marchó
El paso cansado
Triste mirar, sin parpadear
Un hombre marchó
Dejó la casa, dejó la ciudad

Love me, please love me
Je suis fou de vous
Pourquoi vous moquez-vous chaque jour
De mon pauvr’amour?

Si j’en crois votre silence
Vos yeux pleins d’ennui
Nul espoir n’est permis
Pourtant, je veux jouer ma chance
Même si, même si
Je devais y brûler ma vie

Love me, please love me
Je suis fou de vous
Mais vous, vous moquerez-vous toujours
De mon pauvr’ amour?

Devant tant d’indifférence
Parfois j’ai envie
De me fondre dans la nuit
Au matin je reprends confiance
Je me dis, je me dis
Tout pourrait changer aujourd’hui

Love me, please love me
Je suis fou de vous
Mais vous, vous moquerez-vous toujours
De mes larmes d’amour?

When you, when you forget your name
When old faces all look the same
Meet me in the morning when you wake up
Meet me in the morning then you’ll wake up
If only I don’t bend and break
I’ll meet you on the other side
I’ll meet you in the light
If only I don’t suffocate
I’ll meet you in the morning when you wake

Bitter and hardened heart
Aching waiting for life to start
Meet me in the morning when you wake up
Meet me in the morning then you’ll wake up

If only I don’t bend and break
I’ll meet you on the other side
I’ll meet you in the light
If only I don’t suffocate
I’ll meet you in the morning when you wake

If only I don’t bend and break
I’ll meet you on the other side
I’ll meet you in the light
If only I don’t suffocate
I’ll meet you in the morning when you wake

I’ll meet you on the other side
I’ll meet you in the light
If only I don’t suffocate
I’ll meet you in the morning when you wake

The first time you kisses me at the end of our street

the gas lamp shone above us, young lovers we’d meet

but the old town has gone now and it’s winter too soon

still we waltz beneath our valentine moon.

The streets and the market and the old dog and bell

we’ve gone through the changes, we’ve lived our lives well

but the old town has gone now and it’s winter too soon

still we waltz beneath our valentine moon.

Valentine moon, Valentine moon

we danced together as old  lovers do

we’ll always remember our Valentine moon.

Cette fois que tu m’embrasse, au bout de notre rue

les lampes de gas nous allumiere, toi et moi jeunes amants.

but the old town has gone now and it’s winter too soon

still we waltz beneath our valentine moon.

Oh yeah, I’ll tell you something,
I think you’ll understand.
When I’ll say that something
I want to hold your hand,
I want to hold your hand,
I want to hold your hand.

Oh please, say to me
You’ll let me be your man
And please, say to me
You’ll let me hold your hand.
Now let me hold your hand,
I want to hold your hand.

And when I touch you I feel happy inside.
It’s such a feeling that my love
I can’t hide, I can’t hide, I can’t hide.

Yeah, you’ve got that something,
I think you’ll understand.
When I’ll say that something
I want to hold your hand,
I want to hold your hand,
I want to hold your hand.

And when I touch you I feel happy inside.
It’s such a feeling that my love
I can’t hide, I can’t hide, I can’t hide.

Yeh, you’ve got that something,
I think you’ll understand.
When I’ll feel that something
I want to hold your hand,
I want to hold your hand,
I want to hold your hand.

[RENO]
Times have changed,
And we’ve often rewound the clock,
Since the Puritans got a shock,
When they landed on Plymouth Rock.
If today,
Any shock they should try to stem,
’Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock,
Plymouth Rock would land on them.

In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking,
But now, God knows,
Anything Goes.

Good authors too who once knew better words,
Now only use four letter words
Writing prose, Anything Goes.

The world has gone mad today
And good’s bad today,
And black’s white today,
And day’s night today,
When most guys today
That women prize today
Are just silly gigolos
And though I’m not a great romancer
I know that I’m bound to answer
When you propose,
Anything goes

When grandmama whose age is eighty
In night clubs is getting matey with gigolo’s,
Anything Goes.

When mothers pack and leave poor father
Because they decide they’d rather be tennis pros,
Anything Goes.

If driving fast cars you like,
If low bars you like,
If old hymns you like,
If bare limbs you like,
If Mae West you like
Or me undressed you like,
Why, nobody will oppose!
When every night,
The set that’s smart
Is intruding in nudist parties in studios,
Anything Goes.

[RENO, PASSENGERS & CREW]
The world has gone mad today
And good’s bad today,
And black’s white today,
And day’s night today,
When most guys today
That women prize today
Are just silly gigolos
And though I’m not a great romancer
I know that I’m bound to answer
When you propose,
Anything goes

[RENO]
If saying your prayers you like,
If green pears you like
If old chairs you like,
If back stairs you like,
If love affairs you like
With young bears you like,
Why nobody will oppose!

[ALL]
And though I’m not a great romancer
And though I’m not a great romancer
I know that I’m bound to answer
When you propose,
Anything goes...
Anything goes!

Words, don’t come easy to me
How can I find a way to make you see I Love You
Words don’t come easy

Words, don’t come easy to me
This is the only way for me to say I Love You
Words don’t come easy

Well I’m just a music man
Melody’s so far my best friend
But my words are coming out wrong and I
I reveal my heart to you and
Hope that you believe it’s true cause

Words, don’t come easy to me
How can I find a way to make you see I love You
Words don’t come easy

This is just a simple song
That I’ve made for you on my own
There’s no hidden meaning you know when I
When I say I love you honey
Please believe I really do cause

Words, don’t come easy to me
How can I find a way to make you see I Love You
Words don’t come easy

It isn’t easy
Words don’t come easy

Words, don’t come easy to me
How can I find a way to make you see I Love You
Words don’t come easy

Don’t come easy to me
This is the only way for me to say I Love You
Words don’t come easy

Words don’t come easy

I’ve been away from you a long time
I never thought I’d missed you so
Somehow I feel
You love is real
Near you I long to/wanna be

The birds are singin’, it is song time
The banjos strummin’ soft and low
I know that you
Yearn for me too
Swanee ! You’re calling me !

Chorus :

Swanee !
How I love you, how I love !
My dear ol’ Swanee
I’d give the world to be
Among the folks in
D-I-X-I-E-ven no[w]My mammy’s
Waiting for me
Praying for me
Down by the Swanee
The folks up north will see me no more
When I go to the Swanee Shore !
(bis Chorus)

Swanee, Swanee, I am coming back to Swanee !
Mammy, Mammy, I love the old folks at home !
(bis)


Song Lyrics - Public Domain Music

I was born by the river in a little tent
And just like the river, I’ve been running ever since
It’s been a long time coming
But I know a change is gonna come

It’s been too hard living, but I’m afraid to die
I don’t know what’s up there beyond the sky
It’s been a long time coming
But I know a change is gonna come

I go to the movie, and I go downtown
Somebody keep telling me "Don’t hang around"
It’s been a long time coming
But I know a change is gonna come

Then I go to my brother and I say, "Brother, help me please"
But he winds up knocking me back down on my knees

There’ve been times that I’ve thought I couldn’t last for long
But now I think I’m able to carry on
It’s been a long time coming
But I know a change is gonna come

Una canción en la que Sam Cooke, que fue detenido por los disturbios causados tras serle denegado el registro en un hotel, expresa su dolor por la segregación racial y su esperanza de que la situación cambie. Canción inspirada al escuchar "Blowing in the wind", de Bob Dylan, porque pensó que "no podía ser blanco quien había escrito una canción así". Los beneficios de esta canción fueron donados a la Fundación de Martin Luther King.

Amor, tranquilo no te voy a molestar
Mi suerte estaba echada ya lo se
Y se que hay un torrente
Dando vueltas por tu mente

Amor, lo nuestro solo fue casualidad
La misma hora, el mismo bulevar
No temas, no hay cuidado
No te culpo del pasado

Ya lo ves, la vida es así
Tu te vas y yo me quedo aquí
Lloverá y ya no seré tuya
Seré la gata bajo la lluvia
Y maullare por ti

Amor, lo se no digas nada de verdad
Si ves alguna lagrima perdón
Yo se que no has querido
Hacer llorar a un gato herido

Amor, si alguna vez nos vemos por ahi
Invítame un café y hazme el amor
Y si ya no vuelvo a verte
Ojala que tengas suerte

Ya lo ves ...

Don’t leave me this way
I can’t survive, I can’t stay alive
Without your love, oh baby
Don’t live me this way
I can’t exist, I will surely miss
Your tender kiss
So don’t leave me this way

Oh baby, my heart is full of love and
desire for you
So come on down and do what
you’ve got to do
Your started this fire down in my soul
Now can’t you see it’s burning, out of
control
So come on down and satisfy the
need in me
Cos only your good loving can set me
free

Don’t leave me this way
I don’t understand how I’m at your
command
So baby please don’t leave me this
way.

Don’t leave me this way
Cos I can’t exist
I will surely miss
Your tender kiss
So don’t leave me this way

Oh baby, my heart is full of love and
desire for you...

Don’t leave me this way
Cos I can’t survive, I can’t stay alive
Without your love, oh baby
Don’t live me this way
I can’t exist, I will surely miss
Your tender kiss
So don’t leave me this way

Oh baby, my heart is full of love and
desire for you..

Islands, from the first time we saw,
We could wait for this moment, like rocks on the shore.
We can never be closer, somehow,
For the moment that lasts, is this moment now.

When the night’s on fire, will you keep the candlelight burning?
Hold on to your heart’s desire. (When the night’s on fire)
When you see one bird into the wind, another one’s turning,
And the two can fly much higher.

[ Chorus ]

We are islands, but never too far,
We are islands
And I need your light tonight,
And I need your light tonight.
We are islands, but never too far,
We are islands
And I need your light tonight,
And I need your light tonight.

Islands, never been to before,
And we climb so high to where the wild birds soar.
There’s a new path that we found just today,
I was lost in the forest and you showed me the way.

When the night’s on fire, will you keep the candlelight burning?
Hold on to your heart’s desire. (When the night’s on fire)
When you see one bird into the wind, another one’s turning,
And the two can fly much higher.

I know somebody and they cry for you.
They lie awake at night and dream of you.
I bet you never even know they do, but somebody’s crying.

I know somebody and they called your name.
A million times and still you never came.
They go on loving you just the same, I know that somebody’s trying.

So please, return the love you took from me.
Or please, let me know if it can’t be me, I know when,
Somebody’s lying, I know when somebody’s lying.

I know that somebody’s lying, I know that somebody’s lying.

Give me a sign and let me know we’re through.
If you don’t love me like I love you.
But if you cry at night the way I do I’ll know that somebody’s lying.

So please, return the love you took from me.
Or please, let me know if it can’t be me.
I know when somebody’s lying, I know when somebody’s lying.
Oh I, oh I......

Allez, venez, Milord!
Vous asseoir à ma table;
Il fait si froid, dehors,
Ici c`est confortable.
Laissez-vous faire, Milord
Et prenez bien vos aises,
Vos peines sur mon coeur
Et vos pieds sur une chaise
Je vous connais, Milord,
Vous n`m`avez jamais vue
Je ne suis qu`une fille du port,
Qu`une ombre de la rue...
Pourtant j`vous ai frôlé
Quand vous passiez hier,
Vous n`étiez pas peu fier,
Dame! Le ciel vous comblait:
Votre foulard de soie
Flottant sur vos épaules,
Vous aviez le beau rôle,
On aurait dit le roi...
Vous marchiez en vainqueur
Au bras d`une demoiselle
Mon Dieu!... Qu`elle était belle...
J`en ai froid dans le coeur...

Allez, venez, Milord!
Vous asseoir à ma table;
Il fait si froid, dehors,
Ici c`est confortable.
Laissez-vous faire, Milord,
Et prenez bien vos aises,
Vos peines sur mon coeur
Et vos pieds sur une chaise
Je vous connais, Milord,
Vous n`m`avez jamais vue
Je ne suis qu`une fille du port
Qu`une ombre de la rue...

Dire qu`il suffit parfois
Qu`il y ait un navire
Pour que tout se déchire
Quand le navire s`en va...
Il emmenait avec lui
La douce aux yeux si tendres
Qui n`a pas su comprendre
Qu`elle brisait votre vie
L`amour, ça fait pleurer
Comme quoi l`existence
Ça vous donne toutes les chances
Pour les reprendre après...

Allez, venez, Milord!
Vous avez l`air d`un môme!
Laissez-vous faire, Milord,
Venez dans mon royaume:
Je soigne les remords,
Je chante la romance,
Je chante les milords
Qui n`ont pas eu de chance!
Regardez-moi, Milord,
Vous n`m`avez jamais vue...
...Mais... vous pleurez, Milord?
Ça... j`l`aurais jamais cru!...

Eh ben, voyons, Milord!
Souriez-moi, Milord!
...Mieux qu` ça! Un p`tit effort...
Voilà, c`est ça!
Allez, riez, Milord!
Allez, chantez, Milord!
La-la-la...

...
Mais oui, dansez, Milord!
La-la-la... Bravo Milord!
La-la-la... Encore Milord!... La-la-la...

de la película "Gilda" de Charles Vidor

When they had the earthquake
-in San Francisco-back in 1906
They said that old mother nature-
was up to her old tricks.
That’s the story that went around,
but here’s the real lowdown-
Put the blame on mame boys,
put the blame on mame
One night she started to - shim and shake-
that brought on the `Frisco quake
So you can, Put the blame on mame boys,
put the blame on mame.
They once had a shootin’ -
up in the Klondike when they got Dan McGrew
Folks were puttin’ the blame on -
the lady known as Lew
that’s the story that went around,
but here’s the real lowdown-
Put the blame on mame boys,
put the blame on mame
Mame did a dance called the Hichy-koo,
that’s the thing that slew McGrew
So you can, Put the blame on mame boys
PUT-THE-BLAME-ON-MAME

( Cuando ocurrió el terremoto,
en San Francisco, allá por 1906,
dijeron que la vieja Madre Naturaleza
volvió a sus viejos trucos.
Ésa es la historia que se contó,
pero aquí está lo que pasó de verdad.
Echadle la culpa a Mami chicos,
echadle la culpa a Mami:
Una noche, ella empezó a moverse y agitarse
y ésto produjo el terremoto de San Francisco.
Por eso podéis
echarle la culpa a Mami, chicos,
echadle la culpa a Mami.

Una vez fueron tirados hacia arriba en el Klondike
cuando tenían a Dan McGrew
y los amigos le echaron la culpa
una señorita conocida como Lew.
Ésa es la historia que se contó,
pero aquí está lo que pasó de verdad.
Echadle la culpa a mami, chicos
echarle la culpa a mami:
Mamá hizo un baile llamado el Hichy-koo
y fue esto lo que mató a McGrew.
Por eso podéis
echarle la culpa a Mami, chicos,
echadle la culpa a Mami ).

Vengo de un valle
Donde, señor, cuando eres joven
Te educan para que hagas lo mismo que tu padre
Mary y yo no sconocimos en el instituto
Ella tenía dicisiete años
Cogíamos el coche y nos íbamos
Hasta los verdes prados
Bajábamos al río
Y en el río nos metíamos
Oh, junto al río hacíamos el amor

Entonces Mary se quedó embarazada
Y tío, ahí se acabó todo
Así que cuando cumplí los diecinueve años
Me dieron una chaqueta para casarme y el carnet del sindicato
Fuimos al juzgado
Y el juez puso las cosas en su sitio
Sin sonrisas de bodas, ni paseo al altar
Sin flores, ni vestido de novia
Aquella noche bajamos al río
Y en el río nos metimos
Oh, allí junto al río hicimos el amor

Ahora tengo un empleo en la construcción
Para la Johnstown Company
Pero últimamente no ha habido mucho trabajo
Por cosa de la economía
Y todo lo que parecía tan importante
Señor, se ha desvanecido en el aire
Yo hago como si no me acordase
A Mary parece darle igual
Pero recuerdo cuando íbamos en el coche de mi hermano
Su cuerpo moreno y húmedo en el embalse
de noche me quedaba despierto en la orilla
Y la apretaba contra mí para sentir su respiración
Ahora esos recuerdos me persiguen
Me persiguen como una maldición
¿Es un sueño una mentira si no se hace realidad
O es algo peor
Lo que me lleva a río?
Aunque sé que el río se ha secado
Lo que me lleva al río esta noche
Al río
Mi chica y yo
Oh, junto al río hacemos el amor.

(Bruce Springsteen, The River. Traducción de Alberto Manzan
o)

Someday,
When I’m feeling low,
And the world is cold;
I will feel aglow just thinking of you,
And the way you look tonight.

You’re lovely
With you smile so warm,
And you cheeks so soft;
There is nothing for me but to love you
Just the way you look tonight.

With each word, your tenderness grows,
Tearing my fears apart.
And your laugh that wrinkles your nose,
Touches my foolish heart.

You’re lovely,
And never, never change,
Keep that breathless charm
Won’t you please
Arrange it ’cause I love you
Just the way you look tonight.
The way you look tonight.

Amazing grace! How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.

’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved.
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come;
’Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far
And grace will lead me home.

The Lord has promised good to me
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.

Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
and mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.

The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who call’d me here below,
Will be forever mine.

Some versions include an additional verse:

When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we’d first begun.

(paroles de Jean-Baptiste Clément, musique d’Antoine Renard) est une chanson écrite en 1866 sous Napoléon III, avant la guerre de 1870 et avant la Commune de Paris. Elle a été dédicacée par l’auteur du texte à une infirmière morte lors de la Semaine sanglante[1]. C’est aujourd’hui la chanson la plus connue et incontournable de cette période.

Ensuite, elle vint à représenter l’idéologie communiste. Par exemple, elle fut, pendant la Seconde Guerre mondiale, un point de ralliement entre communistes, qui étaient persécutés par le régime nazi.

Quand nous chanterons le temps des cerises
Les gai rossignol et merle moqueur
Seront tous en fête...
Les belles auront la folie en tête
Et les amoureux du soleil au cœur
Quand nous chanterons le temps des cerises
Sifflera bien mieux le merle moqueur

Mais il est bien court le temps des cerises
Où l’on s’en va deux cueillir en rêvant
Des pendants d’oreille...
Cerises d’amour aux robes pareilles
Tombant sur la feuille en gouttes de sang
Mais il est bien court le temps des cerises
Pendants de corail qu’on cueille en rêvant

Quand vous en serez au temps des cerises
Si vous avez peur des chagrins d’amour
Evitez les belles..
Moi qui ne crains pas les peines cruelles
Je ne vivrai point sans souffrir un jour
Quand vous en serez au temps des cerises
Vous aurez aussi vos peines d’amour

J’aimerai toujours le temps des cerises
C’est de ce temps là que je garde au cœur
Une plaie ouverte...
Et Dame Fortune, en m’étant offerte
Ne pourra jamais fermer ma douleur
J’aimerai toujours le temps des cerises
Et le souvenir que je garde au cœur

He said that he loved me, never would go
Now I find I’m sitting here on my own
Was it something I said or done
That made him pack his bags up and run
Could it be another he’s found
It’s breaking up a happy home

Mister can you tell me where my love has gone
He’s a japanese boy
I woke up one morning and my love was gone
Oh my japanese boy
Ohh I miss my japanese boy

People ask about him every day
Don’t know what to tell them what can I say
If only he would write me or call
A word of explaination that’s all
It would stop me climbing the wall
It’s breaking up a happy home

Mister can you tell me where my love has gone
He’s a japanese boy
I woke up one morning and my love was gone
Oh my japanese boy
Ohh I miss my japanese boy

Was it something I said or done
That made him pack his bags up and run
Could it be another he’s found
He’s breaking up a happy home

Mister can you tell me where my love has gone
He’s a japanese boy
I woke up one morning and my love was gone
Oh my japanese boy

Mister can you tell me where my love has gone
He’s a japanese boy
I woke up one morning and my love was gone
Oh my japanese boy

Paco, Paco, Paco que mi Paco
Paco, Paco, Paco

Van siete niños Paco, Paco, Paco van siete niños
van siete niños, camino de Sevilla, Paco
camino de Sevilla, Paco
camino de Sevilla, Paco, Paco, Paco van siete niños.

Van siete niños, con uno de los siete, Paco
con uno de los siete, Paco
con uno de los siete, Paco, Paco, Paco va mi cariño.

Que son ladrones y roban como nadie, Paco
y roban como nadie, Paco
y roban como nadie, Paco, Paco, Paco los corazones.

Ya vienen por el llano los migueletes
los migueletes, ya vienen por el llano
ven acá primo y siéntate aquí
Ya vienen por el llano los migueletes.

Los migueletes, pero son poca cosa
Ven acá primo y siéntate aquí
pero son poca cosa para los siete.

Que valentía la de los siete niños
ven acá primo y siéntate aquí ,
la de los siete niños de Andalucía

Suspira el viento por Écija la llana, Paco
por Écija la llana, Paco ,
por Écija la llana, Paco, Paco, Paco suspira el viento

Suspira el viento, tocando las campanas, Paco
tocando las campanas, Paco
tocando las campanas, Paco, Paco, Paco de los conventos

Siete alazanes y siete capas negras, Paco
y siete capas negras, Paco
y siete capas negras, Paco, Paco, Paco de capitanes

Rosina:
Marinela, Marinela,
con su triste cantinela
se consuela
de un olvido maldecido
Mari, Marinela ...

Campesina, campesina,
como errante golondrina
cantarina,
vas en busca del amor.

Pobre golondrina
que al azar camina
tras un sueño engañador.
El aire murmura en mi oído
dulces cantares
que en nuestros labios
ha sorprendido
en noches lejanas de amor.

Cantares de tiempos mejores,
cantares risueños
que huelen a flores
y alientan ensueños de amores.

Marinela, con su cantinela
busca olvido a su dolor;
pobre Marinela
Ese bien que anhela
no la da ese amor.

El amor es....
un rayo de luz indirecta,
una gota de paz,
una fe que despierta,
un zumbido en el aire,
un punto en la niebla,
un perfil,
una sombra,
una pausa,
una espera.

El amor es....
un suave rumor que se acerca,
un timbre a lo lejos,
una brisa ligera,
una voz en la calma,
un aroma de menta,
un después,
un quizás,
un haber,
una meta.

El amor va brotando entre el aire y el suelo,
y se palpa y se siente,
y hay quien puede verlo ,
y hace que te despiertes,
y pienses en el,
y te llama despacio rozando tu piel.

El amor te hipnotiza y te hace soñar,
y sueñas y cedes y te dejas llevar,
y te mueve por dentro y te hace ser mas,
y te empuja y te puede y te lleva detrás.

Y de pronto te alza, te adelanta, te quema,
hace luz en tu alma, hace fuego en tus venas,
y te hace gritar al sentir que te quemas,
te disuelve, te evapora, te destruye , te crea.

Y te hace viajar en el filo del tiempo,
remontando los ríos de mil universos,
y te lleva a la gloria y te entrega a la tierra,
y te mira y te ve y piensa y piensa.

Y de pronto el amor es la luz de una llama,
que se empieza a pagar y se va y se apaga,
es la isla pequeña perdida en la niebla,
una gota, un no se, una mancha, una mueca.

El amor es la hoja caída en la tierra,
un punto en el mar,
una bruma que cesa,
un velo en el alma,
un sol que se vela.
un porque,
un según,
un ya no,
una queja.

El amor va bajando peldaño a peldaño,
con las manos cerradas y el paso cansado,
te pregunta quien eres para hacerte saber,
que apenas te conoce que quieres de el.

El amor te hace burla, se ríe de ti,
mientras tu sigues quieto sin saber que decir,
y deseas seguirle y decirle que no,
que se quede, que vuelva, que comete un error.

El amor desbarata tus grandes ideas,
te destroza, te rompe, te parte, te quiebra,
y te hace ser ese que tu no quisieras,
y te empuja a ser malo y te deja hecho mierda.

Y te arroja de bruces al ultimo infierno
arrancadote el alma, pisándote el cuerpo
y te ahoga esa ansia de volver a la andada
y de pronto se para y te ve y se apiada.
Criterios de Clasificación

The sun’ll come out tomorrow,
Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow there’ll be sun
Just thinking about tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow till there’s none
When I’m stuck with a day that’s gray and lonely
I just stick out my chin and grin and say...Oh!
The sun’l1 come out tomorrow,
So you got to hang on till tomorrow, came what may!
Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow
You’re always a day away...
I just stick out my chin and grin and say
The sun’ll come out tomorrow
So you got to hang on till tomorrow, came what may!
Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow
You’re always a day away...
Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya tomorrow
You’re always a day away
Dah dah dah...Mmm...

Keepin’ out of mischief now
I really am in love and how
I’m through playin’ with fire
It’s you whom I desire
All the world can plainly see
You’re the only one for me
I have told them in advance
They can’t break up our romance
Livin’ up to all my vows
’Cause I’m keepin’ out mischief now
Out of mischief now

I am in love and how
I’m through playin’ with fire
It is you whom I desire
All the world can see
You are the one for me
I have told them in advance
They can not break up our romance
Livin’ up to all of my vows
’Cause I’m keepin’ out of mischief,...Oh, yeah!
Keepin’ out of mischief...Oh, yeah!

I’m in the mood for love
Simply because you’re near me
Funny but when you’re near me,
I’m in the mood for love
Heaven was in your eyes,
Bright as the stars we’re under,
Oh is it any wonder?
I’m in the mood for love
Why stop to think of whether
This little dream might fade,
We’ve put our hearts together
Now we are one, and I’m not afraid.
If there’s a cloud above,
If it should rain, we’ll let it.
But for tonight forget it,
Cause I’m in the mood for love
But for tonight forget it,
Cause I’m in the mood
Oh! What a mood!
I’m in the mood for love!

Dí quien eres tú
me quemas con tu luz
como sólo mira el diablo
me clavó contra la pared
no sé quien puede ser...
Dí quien eres tú
llegabas desde el sur
como un gallo alborotado
el deseo sobre la piel
buscando donde beber...
Como pesa el calendario sin tí
en la cruz que hay en tu mano lo ví
esta tumba que es mi cama
aún conserva restos de tí
llueve maldito abril!
..era todo tan perfecto
junto a él descendí al infierno
y al cielo también subí.
Como pesa el calendario sin tí
en la cruz que hay en tu mano lo ví
esta tumba que es mi cama
aún conserva restos de tí
llueve maldito abril...
es primavera una vez más maldito abril!

A boy went back to Napoli,
because he missed the scenery,
the native dancers and the charming songs.
But wait a minute, something’s wrong

Hey! Hey!
Now it’s hey Mambo, Mambo Italiano!
Hey Mambo, Mambo Italiano!
Go, go, Joe, you mixed up Sigiliano.
All you Calabrese do the mambo like crazy.

And hey Mambo! Don’t wanna tarantella,
Hey Mambo! No more-a moozzarella.
Hey Mambo! Hey Mambo Italiano.
Try an enchilada with a fish-a-barcalada.

Hey goombah!
I love-a how you dance rumba.
But take-a some advice paisano,
learn how to mambo.
If you’re gonna be a square,
you’re never gonna go nowhere.

Hey Mambo, Mambo Italiano!
Hey Mambo, hey Mambo Italiano!
Go, go, Joe, shake-a like a Gioviano.
Hello quesadicha,
you getta happy in the feets-a
when you Mambo Italiano!

Shake-a baby, shake-a,
’cause I love-a when you take-a me.

Hey Jagool!
You don’t-a have to go to school,
just make a little beef flambino.
It’s-a like-a vino.
Kid you’re good-lookin’,
but you don’t know what’s-a cookin’ till you
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Shake-a baby, shake-a,
’cause I love it when you take-a me
by the pizzeria down-a where I’m gonna be-a.
Don’t ya tell your mama.
Mama’s gonna tell-a papa.
There’s-a nothin’ to it.


Come on baby let’s-a do it!

Hey Mambo, Mambo Italiano!
Hey Mambo, Mambo Italiano!
Go, go, Joe, you mixed up Sigiliano.
It’s-a so delish-a, everybody gonna preshi-ada.
Mambo Italiano!

Do the mambo!

Over and over
I tried to prove my love to you
Over and over
What more can I do
Over and over
My friends say I’m a fool
But over and over
I’ll be a fool for you

`cause you got personality
Walk, personality
Talk, Personality
Smile, Personality
Charm, personality
Love, personality
And of Cause you’ve got
A great big heart
So over and over
Oh, I’ll be a fool to you
Now over and over
What more can I do

Over and over
I said that I loved you
Over and over, honey
Now it’s the truth
Over and over
They still say I’m a fool
But Over and over
I’ll be a fool for you

I’ll be your mirror
Reflect what you are, in case you don’t know
I’ll be the wind, the rain and the sunset
The light on your door to show that you’re home
When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you’re twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
’Cause I see you
I find it hard to believe you don’t know
The beauty that you are
But if you don’t let me be your eyes
A hand in your darkness, so you won’t be afraid
When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you’re twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
’Cause I see you
I’ll be your mirror

I have got a minute, just a little minute,
I have only got a minute, just minute,
I have only got a minute that is all the time
I have to sing this tiny minute waltz
It isn’t easy but I’ll try it
Than I gotta say goodbye
But first I take a minute
And put in it every note that Chopin wrote
and I shall sing the little minute waltz
And hope that I can sing with no faults
and though it’s difficult
I’ll give it every gust of air I got within in my body
Hope that my performance will be very shiny
Singing every note will not do wonders for my throat
I probably will end up hoarse
Of course I will have done it
And a will for that I made
That what I want is not the money
but the satisfaction that I get
from winning money on this silly kind of bet
Though this kind of solo wasn’t his intention
Chopin isn’t here to make an intervention
So with your permission and no intermission
I will sing each note that that composer wrote
as you can hear my trilling isn’t very thrilling
but no one can say I wasn’t very willing
to attempt a thing that’s not been done
and just for fun to sing the minute waltz
As I sing the seconds fly, oh too soon the minute waltzes by
And now I ask you where am I halfway through the tune

You come to me with open arms
trying to rectify my charms
You say tonight I’m to be your lover
and by the morning light I’m to discover
everything that you’ve held inside of you
What’s a man like me supposed to do
sweet oh sweet surrender
sweet, sweet surrender

You tell me that you’re lonely and you’re sad
and tonight I’m to be your only man
You wear those things that turn my head
You ruffle my ego but not my bed
Seems like summer when you’re close at hand
If I seem eager then you’ll understand
sweet, sweet surrender
sweet, sweet surrender

Heart is tired and full of doubt
now you’ve sucked me in don’t spit me out
Lay your head down next to mine
and in each others arms we’ll entwine
Look me straight in the eyes and tell me
between your heart and mind I see
sweet oh sweet surrender
sweet, sweet surrender
Surrender

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things
Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels
Doorbells and sleighbells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snow flakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things
When the dog bites, when the bee stings, when I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
Like sliver white winters that melt into springs
And then I don’t feel so bad!

Out on the wiley, possess windy moors, we’d roll and fall in green
You had a temper like my jealousy, too hot, too gready
How could you leave me, when I needed to you
I hated you, I loved you too
Bad dreams in the night
You told me I was going to lose the fight
Leave behind my
Wuthering, Wuthering, Wuthering Heights
Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy, I’ve come home
I’m - so cold, let me in your window
Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy, I’ve come home
I’m - so cold, let me in your window
Ooh, it gets dark, it gets lonely
On the other side from you
I pine a lot, I find the lot falls through without you
I’m coming back love, cruel Heathcliff
My one dream, my only master
Too long I roam in the night
I’m coming back to his side to put it right
I’m coming home to
Wuthering, Wuthering, Wuthering Heights
Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy, I’ve come home
I’m - so cold, let me in your window
Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy, I’ve come home
I’m - so cold, let me in your window
Ooh, let me have it, let me grab your soul away
Ooh, let me have it, let me grab your soul away
You know it’s me, Cathy
Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy, I’ve come home
I’m - so cold, let me in your window
Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy, I’ve come home
I’m - so cold, let me in your window
Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy, I’ve come home
So cold

Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high,
There’s a land that I heard of once in a lullaby.

Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.

Someday I’ll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That’s where you’ll find me.

Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly,
Birds fly over the rainbow,
Why then, oh why can’t I?

If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow,
Why oh why can’t I?

Amores se van marchando
como las olas del mar
amores los tienen todos
pero quien los sabe cuidar.
El amor es una barca
con dos remos en el mar
un remo aprieta mis manos
el otro lo mueve el azar.

Quién no escribió poemas
huyendo de la soledad
quién a los quince años
no dejó su cuerpo abrazar
y quién, cuando la vida se apaga
y las manos tiemblan ya,
quién no buscó ese recuerdo
de una barca naufragar.

Amores se vuelven viejos
antes de empezar a amar
porque el amor es un niño
que hay que enseñar a andar.
El amor es como tierra
que hay que arar y sembrar
míralo al caer la tarde
que no lo vengan a pisar.

Quién no escribió poemas
huyendo de la soledad
quién a los quince años
no dejó su cuerpo abrazar
y quién, cuando la vida se apaga
y las manos tiemblan ya,
quién no buscó ese recuerdo
de una barca naufragar.

Amores se van marchando.

Hoy en mi ventana brilla el sol
y el corazón
se pone triste contemplando la ciudad
por qué te vas

Como cada noche desperté
pensando en ti
y en mi reloj todas las horas vi pasar
por qué te vas

Todas las promesas de mi amor se irán contigo
me olvidarás
me olvidarás

Junto a la estación yo lloraré igual que un niño
por qué te vas
por qué te vas
por qué te vas
por qué te vas

Bajo la penumbra de un farol
se dormirán
todas las cosas que quedaron por decir
se dormirán

Junto a las manillas de un reloj
esperarán
todas las horas que quedaron por vivir
esperarán

Todas las promesas de mi amor se irán contigo
me olvidarás
me olvidarás

Junto a la estación yo lloraré igual que un niño
por qué te vas
por qué te vas
por qué te vas
por qué te vas

Todas las promesas
Todas las promesas de mi amor se irán contigo
me olvidarás
me olvidarás

Junto a la estación yo lloraré igual que un niño
por qué te vas
por qué te vas (bis)

A A A A

En el amor todo es empezar

A A A A

En el amor todo es empezar

Si él te lleva a un sitio oscuro
Que no te asuste la oscuridad
Pues casi nunca se está seguro
Si es por amor o para algo más.

A A A A

En el amor todo es empezar

A A A A

En el amor todo es empezar.
Si tú notaras que es un tormento
Y no se acaba de decidir
Para ayudarle es el momento
De que enseguida le des el sí

Explota, explotamé, expló *
Explota, explota mi corazón
Explota, explotamé, expló*
Explota, explota mi corazón

Libe, libe, libelai
Qué desastre si tu te vas

Explota, explotamé, expló
Explota, explota mi corazón

A A A A
En el amor todo es empezar
A A A A
En el amor todo es empezar

Explota, explotamé, expló *
Explota, explota mi corazón
Explota, explotamé, expló*
Explota, explota mi corazón


Libe, libe, libelai
Qué desastre si tu te vas

Explota, explotamé, expló *
Explota, explota mi corazón
Explota, explotamé, expló*
Explota, explota mi corazón

A A A A
En el amor todo es empezar
A A A A
En el amor todo es empezar

Explota, explotamé, expló *
Explota, explota mi corazón
Explota, explotamé, expló*
Explota, explota mi corazón

Libe, libe, libelai
Qué desastre si tu te vas

Explota, explotamé, expló *
Explota, explota mi corazón

(Música ***)

Explota, explotamé, expló *
Explota, explota mi corazón
Explota, explotamé, expló*
Explota, explota mi corazón

Libe, libe, libelai
Qué desastre si tu te vas

Explota, explotamé, expló *
Explota, explota mi corazón
Explota, explotamé, expló*
Explota, explota mi corazón

Explota, explotamé, expló *
Explota, explota mi corazón

Libe, libe, libelai
Qué desastre si tu te vas

Explota, explotamé, expló*
Explota, explota mi corazóóóóón

Got on a board a west bound 747
Didn’t think before deciding what to do
All that talk of opportunities, TV breaks and movies
Rang true, sure rang true.
Seems it never rains in Southern California
Seems I’ve often heard that kind of talk before
It never rains in California
But girl, don’t they warn ya
It pours man it pours.
Out of work, I’m out of my head
Out of self respect I’m out of bread
I’m under loved I’m under fed
I wanna go home
It never rains in California
But girl don’t they warn ya, it pours, man it pours.
Will you tell the folks back home I nearly made it
Had offers but don’t know which one to take
Please don’t tell them how you found me
Don’t tell them how you found me give me a break
Give me a break
Seems it never rains in Southern California
Seems I’ve often heard that kind of talk before
It never rains in California
But girl, don’t they warn ya
It pours man it pours

Doux, doux, l’amour est doux
Douce est ma vie, ma vie dans tes bras
Doux, doux, l’amour est doux
Douce est ma vie, ma vie près de toi

Bleu, bleu, l’amour est bleu
Berce mon cœur, mon cœur amoureux
Bleu, bleu, l’amour est bleu
Bleu comme le ciel qui joue dans tes yeux

Comme l’eau, comme l’eau qui court
Moi, mon cœur court après ton amour

Gris, gris, l’amour est gris
Pleure mon cœur lorsque tu t’en vas
Gris, gris, le ciel est gris
Tombe la pluie quand tu n’es plus là

Le vent, le vent gémit
Pleure le vent lorsque tu t’en vas
Le vent, le vent maudit
Pleure mon cœur quand tu n’es plus là

Comme l’eau, comme l’eau qui court
Moi, mon cœur, court après ton amour

Bleu, bleu, l’amour est bleu
Le ciel est bleu lorsque tu reviens
Bleu, bleu, l’amour est bleu
L’amour est bleu quand tu prends ma main

Fou, fou, l’amour est fou
Fou comme toi et fou comme moi
Bleu, bleu, l’amour est bleu
L’amour est bleu quand je suis à toi
L’amour est bleu quand je suis à toi


Album : Why Say Goodbye
(Paroles : Pierre Cour / Musique : André Popp, 1967)

Michèle Torr (France)
Vicky Leandros

"Waltzing Matilda" is Australia’s most widely known folk song, and one that has been popularly suggested as a potential national anthem many times.

The lyrics were written in 1895 by the poet and nationalist Banjo Paterson, who set them to a slightly different tune. Extensive folklore surrounds the song and the process of its creation, to the extent that the song has its own museum, the Waltzing Matilda Centre of Winton, Queensland.

Official status

There have long been persistent calls for the establishment of Waltzing Matilda as the national anthem over the current national anthem, "Advance Australia Fair". The song is recognisable and easily sung, but its lyrics, narrating the story of a swagman, the Australian equivalent of a hobo, render it unlikely to ever gain acceptance in official circles. Many Australians, however, continue to regard it with great affection. Some have suggested using the same tune, but with different lyrics, but supporters argue the lyrics contribute substantially to the song’s character.

The song enjoyed a brief period of official recognition as the Australian national song (coexisting with "Advance Australia Fair" as the National Anthem). It was used at the Montreal Olympic Games in 1976, and, as a response to the New Zealand All Blacks haka, it has gained popularity as a sporting anthem for the Australia national rugby union team. It is also performed, along with "Advance Australia Fair", at the annual AFL Grand Final. As of 2006 it has no official status, but it continues to be used unofficially (and sometimes in error) in many contexts.

[edit] The song’s appeal

Reasons for the strong empathy Australian’s feel for this song includes its:

* appeal to a rural ideal,
* featuring a underdog or anti-hero,
* status as unofficial,
* links to an historical shearers’ strike that was foundational to the labour movement in Australia, and
* use of many obsolete words and phrases that give native Australian English speakers an insiders knowledge about ths song’s meaning that distinguishes them from outsiders.

[edit] Lyrics

Once a jolly swagman sat beside a billabong,
Under the shade of a coolibah tree,
And he sang as he sat and waited while his billy boiled
"Who’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me?"

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me
And he sang as he sat and waited while his billy boiled
"Who’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me?"

Along came a jumbuck to drink beside the billabong,
Up jumped the swagman and seized him with glee,
And he sang as he talked to that jumbuck in his tucker bag,
"You’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me".

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me
And he sang as he talked to that jumbuck in his tucker bag,
"You’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me?".

Up rode the squatter, mounted on his thoroughbred,
Down came the troopers, one, two, three,
"Where’s that jolly jumbuck you’ve got in your tucker bag?"
"You’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me".

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me
"Where’s that jolly jumbuck you’ve got in your tucker bag?",
"You’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me?".

Up jumped the swagman, leapt into the billabong,
"You’ll never catch me alive," said he,
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by the billabong,
"Who’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me".

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by the billabong,
"Who’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me?"

Spoiler warning: Plot and/or ending details follow.

The song narrates the story of an itinerant worker making a crude cup of tea at a bush camp and stealing a sheep to eat. When the sheep’s owner arrives with three police officers to arrest the itinerant worker, he drowns himself in a small lake and haunts the site. The lyrics contain many distinctively Australian words, some now rarely used in Australian English outside this song. These include:

swagman
the Australian equivalent of a hobo; a swagman is a romanticised figure who travelled the country looking for work, usually sporting a hat hung with cork to ward off flies. The swagman’s "swag" was his bundle of belongings.
waltzing
derived from the German term auf der Walz, which means to travel while working as a craftsman and learn new techniques from other masters before returning home after three years and one day, a custom which is still in use today among carpenters.
Matilda
a romantic term for a swagman’s bundle. See below, "Waltzing Matilda."
Waltzing Matilda
from the above terms, "to waltz Matilda" is to travel with a swag, that is, with all one’s belongings on one’s back wrapped in a blanket or cloth. The exact origins of the term "Matilda" are disputed; one fanciful derivation states that when swagmen met each other at their gatherings, there were rarely women to dance with. Nonetheless, they enjoyed a dance, and so they danced with their swags, which was given a woman’s name. However, this appears to be influenced by the word "waltz", hence the introduction of dancing. It seems more likely that, as a swagman’s only companion, the swag came to be personified as a woman.
Another explanation is that the term also derives from German immigrants. German soldiers commonly refered to their greatcoats as "Matilda" supposedly because the coat kept them as warm as a woman would. Early German immigrants who "went on the waltz" would wrap their belongings in their coat and took to calling it by the same name their soldiers had used.
billabong
a stagnant pool found along the side of a river where eddies and directional changes of the water keep it from moving.
coolibah tree
a kind of eucalyptus which grows near billabongs.
jumbuck
a sheep. A "jombok" is a large, fluffy cloud that drifts across inland Australia. The Indigenous Australians, when they saw sheep for the first time, were reminded of jomboks and called them a similar word. An alternative explanation is that it is an Aboriginally pronounced "jump up."
billy
a can for boiling water in, usu. 2-3 pints.
tucker bag
a bag for carrying food ("tucker").
troopers
policemen.
squatter
Australian squatters started as early farmers who raised livestock on land which they did not legally have the right to use, but in many cases later gained legal use of the land even though they did not have full possession and became wealthy thanks to their large land holdings.

[edit] Variations

Current variations include the third line of the verse saying "And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong" or "And he sang as he watched and waited ’til his billy boiled"; and the third line of the chorus remaining unchanged from the first verse, instead of changing to the third line of each preceding verse.

The lyrics of Banjo Paterson’s original version differ slightly from the ones generally known today, and ran as follows:

Oh, there once was a swagman camped in the billabongs,
Under the shade of a coolibah tree,
And he sang as he looked at the old billy boiling,
Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?

Chorus:
Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda my darling,
Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
Waltzing Matilda and leading a waterbag,
"Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?

Up came the jumbuck to drink at the waterhole,
Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him in glee,
And he sang as he put him away in the tucker-bag,
"You’ll come a-waltzing matilda with me."

Chorus

Up came the squatter a-riding his thoroughbred,
Up came policemen one two and three.
Whose is the jumbuck you’ve got in the tucker-bag?
You’ll come a-waltzing matilda with we.

Chorus

Up sprang the swagman and jumped in the waterhole,
Drowning himself by the Coolibah tree.
And his voice can be heard as it sings in the billabongs,
"Who’ll come a-waltzing matilda with me."

Chorus:

An even earlier version used the term "a-roving Australia" rather than "waltzing matilda", although Paterson was talked out of using this.

[edit] History

[edit] Writing of the song

The song was written in 1895 by Banjo Paterson, a famous Australian poet, and the music written (or possibly adapted) by Christina MacPherson. Banjo Paterson wrote the piece while staying at the Dagworth Homestead, a bush station in Queensland. While he was there his hosts played him a traditional Celtic folktune called "the Craigeelee", and Paterson decided that it would be a good piece to set lyrics to, producing the song during the rest of his stay.

The tune is most probably based on the Scottish song "Thou Bonnie Wood of Craigielea" which Christina MacPherson heard played by a band at the Warrnambool steeplechase. Robert Tannahill wrote the words in 1805 and James Barr composed the music in 1818. In 1893 it was arranged for brass band by Thomas Bulch. The tune again was possibly based on the old melody of "Go to the Devil and Shake Yourself" composed by John Field (1782-1837) some time before 1812. It’s sometimes also called: "When Sick is it Tea you want?" (London 1798) or "The Penniless Traveller" (O’Neill’s 1850 collection).

There is also speculation about the relationship it bears to "The Bold Fusilier", a song dated by some back to the eighteenth century.

"Waltzing Matilda" is probably based on the following story:

In Queensland in 1891 the Great Shearers’ Strike brought the colony close to civil war and was broken only after the Premier Samuel Griffith called in the military.

In September 1894, on a station called Dagworth (north of Winton), some shearers were again on strike. It turned violent with the strikers firing their rifles and pistols in the air and setting fire to the woolshed at the Dagworth Homestead, killing dozens of sheep.

The owner of Dagworth Homestead and three policemen gave chase to a man named Samuel Hoffmeister - also called Samuel "French(y)" Hoffmeister. Rather than be captured, Hoffmeister shot and killed himself at the Combo Waterhole.

Bob Macpherson (the brother of Christina) and Paterson are said to have taken rides together at Dagworth. Here they may have passed the Combo Waterhole, where Bob may have told this story to Paterson.

The song itself was first performed on 6 April 1895 at the North Gregory Hotel in Winton, Queensland. The occasion was a banquet for the Premier of Queensland. It became an instant success.

[edit] Ownership

In 1903 it was picked up by the Billy Tea company for use as an advertising jingle, making it nationally famous. A third variation on the song, with a slightly different chorus, was published in 1907. Paterson sold the rights to "Waltzing Matilda" and "some other pieces" to Angus and Robertson Publishers for five pounds (the then currency).

The song was falsely copyrighted by an American publisher in 1941 as an original composition. However, no copyright applies in Australia.

[edit] Covers and derivative works

The song is a feature at many Australian sporting events. "Waltzing Matilda" was performed at the Closing Ceremony of the 2000 Olympic Games in Sydney by legendary singer Slim Dusty — as well as at the Opening Ceremony of the subsequent Sydney 2000 Paralympic Games by Australian pop star Kylie Minogue — and was also sung at the Opening Ceremony of the 1982 Commonwealth Games in Brisbane, by Rolf Harris. It is sung during the pre-game entertainment of the Australian Football League Grand Final each year.

The song has been recorded by many Australian musicians and singers, including by The Seekers,Tenor Australis, Thomas Edmonds, Rolf Harris and Lazy Harry.

In 1958, Bill Haley and His Comets recorded a version with new lyrics entitled "Rockin’ Matilda" (Haley’s version is about a beautiful Australian girl named Matilda).

Bands from other nations, including The Irish Rovers and the Red Army Choir, have also recorded the song.

The score of the 1959 film On the Beach, written by Ernest Gold is based heavily on motifs from "Waltzing Matilda". The film, about the end of the world in a nuclear holocaust, is set in Australia and director Stanley Kramer was insistent on the "Waltzing Matilda" motif. The song itself is heard in the last minutes of On the Beach.

A derivative work, "And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda", was created by Eric Bogle in 1972, and performed most popularly by The Pogues on the album Rum Sodomy & the Lash. The song graphically documents the Australian experience at the Battle of Gallipoli and ANZAC Day remembrance since, from the point of view of a soldier who loses both legs in the fighting. The song incorporates the melody and a few lines of the "Waltzing Matilda’s" lyrics at its conclusion.

The American singer Tom Waits combined "Waltzing Matilda" with original material in "Tom Traubert’s Blues (Four Sheets to the Wind in Copenhagen)", the first track of his 1976 album Small Change.

In 2003 the Scared Weird Little Guys released "Cleanin’ Out My Tuckerbag", an comic interpretation of the song in the vein of Eminem’s "Cleanin’ Out My Closet" and "Lose Yourself".

In the story "The Mountain Movers" by Australian Science Fiction writer A. Bertram Chandler, the song gets new words in the mouth of future Australian space adventurers, with the first stanza running:

"When the jolly Jumbuk lifted from Port Woomera
Out and away for Altair Three
Glad were we all to kiss the tired old Earth goodbye
Who’ll come a-sailing in Jumbuk with me?"

"Waltzing Matilda" is the official march of the U.S. 1st Marine Division, commemorating the time the unit spent in Australia during the Second World War.

(Chapman/Chinn)

Well I’ve seen you before on that discotheque floor
You were driving me out of my mind
But I could have swore that I saw something more in your eyes
Although you were surrounded by beauty unbounded
Your glance was intended for me
And though I tried to hide it I found myself looking to see you
So then you took your chances, you made your advances
Your touch took my breath away
But when you said hello, are you ready to go
Well I had just one thing to say

If you can’t give me love honey, that aint enough
Let me go look for somebody else
If you can’t give me feelings with old fashioned meanings
You’re just in love with yourself
If you can’t give me love(Love)If you can’t give me love(Love)
If you can’t give me love(Love)If you can’t give me love(Love)
If you can’t give me love(Love)

Well you may be the king of this discotheque scene
But honey I aint looking for that
What I need is a man, not some so-called aristocrat
Oh if only you’d waited, just hesitated, or maybe just asked me to dance
But you really don’t know why I don’t want to go
And baby that’s why we don’t stand a chance

So if you can’t give me love honey, that aint enough
Let me go look for somebody else
If you can’t give me feelings with old fashioned meanings
You’re just in love with yourself
If you can’t give me love(Love)If you can’t give me love(Love)
If you can’t give me love(Love)If you can’t give me love(Love)
If you can’t give me love(Love)

Oh if you can’t give me love honey, that aint enough
Let me go look for somebody else
If you can’t give me feelings with old fashioned meanings
You’re just in love with yourself

If you can’t give me love honey, that aint enough
Let me go look for somebody else
If you can’t give me feelings with old fashioned meanings
You’re just in love with yourself
If you can’t give me love(Love)If you can’t give me love(Love)
If you can’t give me love(Love)If you can’t give me love(Love)
If you can’t give me love(Love)If you can’t give me love(Love)
If you can’t give me love(Love)If you can’t give me love(Love)
Give me love(Love)Give me love(Love)
Give me love(Love)Give me love(Love)
Give me love(Love)

Wake up Maggie I think I got something to say to you
It’s late September and I really should be back at school
I know I keep you amused but I feel I’m being used
Oh Maggie I couldn’t have tried any more
You lured me away from home just to save you from being alone
You stole my heart and that’s what really hurt

The morning sun when it’s in your face really shows your age
But that don’t worry me none in my eyes you’re everything
I laughed at all of your jokes my love you didn’t need to coax
Oh, Maggie I couldn’t have tried any more
You lured me away from home, just to save you from being alone
You stole my soul and that’s a pain I can do without

All I needed was a friend to lend a guiding hand
But you turned into a lover and
mother what a lover, you wore me out
All you did was wreck my bed
and in the morning kick me in the head
Oh Maggie I couldn’t have tried anymore
You lured me away from home ’cause you didn’t want to be alone
You stole my heart I couldn’t leave you if I tried

I suppose I could collect my books and get on back to school
Or steal my daddy’s cue and make a living out of playing pool
Or find myself a rock and roll band that needs a helpin’ hand
Oh Maggie I wish I’d never seen your face
You made a first-class fool out of me
But I’m as blind as a fool can be
You stole my heart but I love you anyway

Maggie I wish I’d never seen your face
I’ll get on back home one of these days




This article is about the Rod Stewart song. For the original traditional Liverpool song as sung since the 1830s or earlier, see Maggie May (traditional song).

"Maggie May" is a song written by Rod Stewart and musician Martin Quittenton and recorded by Stewart with his band The Faces in 1971. It tells the story of a younger man becoming obsessed with an older woman and was written from Stewart’s own personal experiences.

The song was initially released in the United Kingdom as the B-side of the single "Reason to Believe", but DJs became more fond of the B-side and, after two weeks in the chart, the song was re-classified with "Maggie May" as the A-side. However, the single continued to be pressed with "Maggie May" designated the B-side.

In October 1971, the song went to number one in the UK, and simultaneously topped the charts in the United States; the album on which it appeared, Every Picture Tells a Story, achieved the same feat at the same time. To top the UK and U.S. singles and album charts simultaneously is a rare achievement which has been achieved by only a handful of acts other than Stewart, notably The Beatles, Simon and Garfunkel and, most recently, Beyoncé Knowles.

The song launched Stewart as a solo artist. While he has sold millions of records and had countless hits around the world, it is still "Maggie May" for which he arguably is best known. A famous live performance of the song on Top of the Pops saw the Faces joined onstage by DJ John Peel who pretended to play the mandolin. Stewart himself was bemused by the song’s success saying I still can’t see how the single is such a big hit. It has no melody. Plenty of character and nice chords, but no melody.

The song re-entered the UK charts in December 1976, but only reached thirty-one. No other act has released the song as a single, though both Blur and Wet Wet Wet have recorded versions of it, and Melissa Etheridge has performed it in concert as have The Pogues.

I made my reservation, I’m leaving town tomorrow
I’ll find somebody new and there’ll be no more sorrow
That’s what I do each time, but I can’t follow through
I can’t breakaway, though you make me cry
I can’t breakaway, I can’t say goodbye
No I’ll never never breakaway from you, no, no
No, no, no, no, no,
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no.
I’ll make that vow to myself, you and I are through
Nothing can change my mind; I’m sorry won’t do
That’s what I’ll say each time, but I can’t follow through
I can’t breakaway, though you make me cry
I can’t breakaway, I can’t say goodbye
No I’ll never never breakaway from you, no, no
No, no, no, no, no,
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no.
Even though you treat me bad and many cruel words are spoken
You have got a spell on me that just can’t be broken, no, no
I’ll take your picture down and throw it away
There’ll be no baby now, for you to call each day
That’s what I’ll say each time, but I can’t follow through
I can’t breakaway, though you make me cry
I can’t breakaway, I can’t say goodbye
No I’ll never never breakaway from you, no, no
No, no, no, no, no,
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no.
I can’t breakaway, though you make me cry
I can’t breakaway, I can’t say goodbye
No I’ll never never breakaway from you, no, no
No, no, no, no, no,
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no.
I can’t breakaway, I can’t breakaway, I can’t breakaway...

Sometimes its hard to be a woman
Giving all your love to just one man
You’ll have bad times
And he’ll have good times
Doing things that you don’t understand
But if you love him you’ll forgive him
Even though he’s hard to understand
And if you love him
Oh be proud of him
’Cause after all he’s just a man
Stand by your man
Give him two arms to cling to
And something warm to come to
When nights are cold and lonely
Stand by your man
And tell the world you love him
Keep giving all the love you can
Stand by your man
Stand by your man
And show the world you love him
Keep giving all the love you can
Stand by your man

At last my love has come along
My lonely days are over
And life is like a song
At last the skies above are blue
And my heart was wrapped up in clover
The night I looked at you
I found a dream that I can speak to
A dream that I could call my own
I found a thrill to press my cheek to
A thrill that I have never known
You smiled, and then the spell was cast
And here we are in heaven
And you are mine at last

She wore blue velvet
Bluer than velvet was the night
Softer than satin was the light
From the stars

She wore blue velvet
Bluer than velvet were her eyes
Warmer than May her tender sighs
Love was ours

Ours a love I held tightly
Feeling the rapture grow
Like a flame burning brightly
But when she left, gone was the glow of

Blue velvet
But in my heart there’ll always be
Precious and warm, a memory
Through the years

And I still can see blue velvet
Through my tears

She wore blue velvet
But in my heart there’ll always be
Precious and warm, a memory
Through the years
And I still can see blue velvet
Through my tears


Vocal by Bobby Vinton
written by Bernie Wayne/Lee Morris




Vestía terciopelo azul
Más azul que el terciopelo era la noche
Más suave que el satín era la luz
De las estrellas

Vestía terciopelo azul
Más azules que el terciopelo eran sus ojos
Más cálidas que mayo sus miradas
Era nuestro el amor

A nuestro amor me aferré con fuerza
Sintiendo que crecía el embeleso
Como una llama que ardía brillante
Pero cuando ella se marchó, la llama se apagó

Terciopelo azul
Pero en mi corazón siempre habrá
Precioso y cálido un recuerdo
A través de los años

Usaba terciopelo azul
Pero en mi corazón siempre habrá
Precioso y cálido un recuerdo
A través de los años
Y todavía puedo ver el terciopelo azul
A través de mis lágrimas


Cantada por Bobby Vinton
Escrita por Bernie Wayne/Lee Morris
1

Duerme, duerme, negrito
Que tu mama está en el campo, negrito
Duerme, duerme,
Que tu mama está en el campo,
Te va a traer codornices
Para ti
Te va a traer rica fruta
Para ti
Te va a traer carne de cerdo
Para ti
Te va a traer muchas cosas
Para ti.
Y si el negro no se duerme
Ven el diablo blanco
Y zas le come la patita
Chacapó, chacapó, chacapó,
Chacapó, chacapó, chacapó,
Duerme, duerme negrito
Que tu mama está en el campo
Negrito,
Trabajando,
Trabajando, duramente
Trabajando, sí.
Trabajando y va de luto
Trabajando, si
Trabajando y no le pagan
Trabajando, si
Trabajando y va tosiendo
Trabajando, si
El negrito chiquitito
El negrito, si
Trabajando, si
Trabajando, si
Duerme, duerme, negrito
Que tu mama está¡ en el campo
Negrito, negrito

Mad about the boy
I know it’s stupid to be mad about the boy
I’m so ashamed of it but must admit the sleepless nights I’ve had
About the boy

On the silverscreen
He melts my foolish heart in every single scene
Although I’m quite aware that here and there are traces of the cad
About the boy

Lord knows I’m not a fool girl
I really shouldn’t care
Lord knows I’m not a school girl
In the fury of her first affair

Will it ever cloy
This odd diversity of misery and joy
I’m feeling quite insane and young again
And all because I’m mad about the boy

So if I could employ
A little magic that will finally destroy
This dream that pains me and enchains me
But I can’t because I’m mad...
I’m mad about the boy

Sweet dreams of you
Every night I go through
Why can’t I forget you and start my life anew
Instead of having sweet dreams about you

You don’t love me, it’s plain
I should know I’ll never wear your ring
I should hate you the whole night through
Instead of having sweet dreams about you

Sweet dreams of you
Things I know can’t come true
Why can’t I forget the past, start loving someone new
Instead of having sweet dreams about you

Woh woh ..........
Uhm uhm ..........
Uhm uhm ..........

Sister,
you’ve been on my mind
Sister, we’re two of a kind
So sister,
I’m keepin’ my eyes on you
I betcha think
I don’t know nothin’
But singin’ the blues
Oh sister, have I got news for you
I’m somethin’
I hope you think
that you’re somethin’ too

Oh, Scufflin’,
I been up that lonesome road
And I seen a lot of suns goin’ down
Oh, but trust me
No low life’s gonna run me around

So let me tell you somethin’ sister
Remember your name
No twister,
gonna steal your stuff away
My sister
Sho’ ain’t got a whole lot of time
So shake your shimmy,
Sister
’Cause honey this ’shug
is feelin’ fine

Vincent
Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey

Look out on a summer’s day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills, in colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for you sanity How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they did not know how, perhaps they’ll listen now

Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand

Chorus:
For they could not love you, but still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night
You took your life as lovers often do,
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

Starry, starry night, portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can’t forget.
Like the stranger that you’ve met, the ragged man in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for you sanity How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will.