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« Reply #45 on: 21:17:26, 25-06-2007 » |
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Uptown girl She's been living in her uptown world I bet she never had a back street guy I bet her mama never told her why
I'm gonna try for an uptown girl She's been living in her white bread world As long as anyone with hot blood can And now she's looking for a downtown man That's what I am
And when she knows what She wants from her time And when she wakes up And makes up her mind
She'll see I'm not so tough Just because I'm in love with an uptown girl You know I've seen her in her uptown world She's getting tired of her high class toys And all her presents from her uptown boys She's got a choice
Uptown girl You know I can't afford to buy her pearls But maybe some day when my ship comes in She'll understand what kind of guy Ive been And then I'll win
And when she's walking She's looking so fine And when she's talking She'll say that she's mine
She'll say I'm not so tough Just because I'm in love with an uptown girl My uptown girl Don't you know I'm in love With an uptown girl My uptown girl You know I'm in love With an uptown girl My uptown girl
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The city is a process which always veers away from the form envisaged and desired, ... whose revenge upon its architects and planners undoes every dream of mastery. It is [also] one of the sites where Dasein is assigned the impossible task of putting right what can never be put right. - Rob Lapsley
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« Reply #46 on: 21:24:02, 25-06-2007 » |
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Ah, Mozart.
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« Reply #47 on: 21:54:47, 25-06-2007 » |
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When you're alone, and life is making you lonely You can always go Downtown
When you've got worries, all the noise and hurry Seems to help, I know Downtown
Just listen to the music of the traffic in the city, Linger on the sidewalk where the neon signs are pretty How can you lose? The lights are much brighter there... You can forget all your troubles; forget all your cares, and go Downtown -- things will be great when you're Downtown -- you'll find a place for sure Downtown -- everything's waiting for you
Downtown .... Downtown...
Don't hang around, and let your problems surround you, There are movie shows Downtown
Maybe you know some little places to go to Where they never close Downtown
Just listen to the rhythm of a gentle Bossa Nova You'll be dancing with 'em too before the night is over, Happy again... The lights are much brighter there, You can forget all your troubles; forget all your cares, and go Downtown -- where all the lights are bright Downtown -- waiting for you tonight Downtown -- you're gonna be all right now...
Downtown...Downtown...Downtown...
Downtown!
Downtown!
And you may find somebody kind to help and understand you; Someone who is just like you and needs a gentle hand to Guide them along... So maybe I'll see you there, We can forget all our troubles; forget all our cares, and go Downtown -- things will be great when you're Downtown -- don't wait a minute more Downtown -- everything's waiting for you...
Downtown...Downtown
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« Reply #48 on: 21:56:49, 25-06-2007 » |
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Ah, Petula!
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The city is a process which always veers away from the form envisaged and desired, ... whose revenge upon its architects and planners undoes every dream of mastery. It is [also] one of the sites where Dasein is assigned the impossible task of putting right what can never be put right. - Rob Lapsley
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« Reply #49 on: 22:29:23, 25-06-2007 » |
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come away with me through the yellow grass see the snake's tracks hear the crickets play
come away with me down the red road see the hawk dive hear the stones hum
come away with me across the blue river see the fish fly hear the ocean call
come away with me to the sheltering trees see the boughs bend hear the silver leaves whisper
see the clear place now let us pick the fruit let us dance and sing (Sidsel Endresen)
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« Reply #50 on: 22:46:15, 25-06-2007 » |
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Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O prepare it! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, when my bones shall be thrown: A thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there!
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« Reply #51 on: 11:01:54, 26-06-2007 » |
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I got a letter this morning What do you reckon it read? It said the gal you love is dead I got a letter this morning What do you reckon it read?
Said "Hurry, Hurry because the gal you love is dead" Well I packed up my suitcase I took off down the road When I got there she was layin' on the cooling board I packed up my suitcase And I took off down the road When I got there she was layin' on the cooling board
It looked like ten thousand people standing around the burial ground I didn't know I loved her 'till they began to let her down Looked like ten thousand people standing on the burial ground I didn't know that I loved her 'till they began to let her down
You know it's so hard to love Someone that don't love you Won't get satisfaction Don't care what you do So hard to love Someone that don't love you
Don't look like satisfaction Don't care what you do
Well I got up this morning The break of day Just hugging the pillows She used to lay
Got up this morning The break of day Just hugging the pillows Where my baby used to lay
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« Reply #52 on: 11:44:06, 26-06-2007 » |
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You woke up this morning Got yourself a gun, Mama always said you'd be The Chosen One.
She said: You're one in a million You've got to burn to shine, But you were born under a bad sign, With a blue moon in your eyes.
You woke up this morning All the love has gone, Your Papa never told you About right and wrong.
But you're looking good, baby, I believe you're feeling fine (shame about it), Born under a bad sign With a blue moon in your eyes.
You woke up this morning The world turned upside down, Thing's ain't been the same Since the Blues walked into town.
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« Reply #53 on: 19:58:50, 26-06-2007 » |
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Love comes along like a popular song Any time or anywhere at all. Rain or sunshine, Spring or Fall. Say, you'll never know when it may say hello In a very unexpected place. For example, take my case.
It was a lucky April shower It was the most convenient door I found a million dollar baby In a five and ten cent store.
The rain continued for an hour. I hung around for three or four. Around a million dollar baby In a five and ten cent store.
She was selling china And when she made those eyes, I kept buying china Until the crowd got wise.
Incidently, If you should run into a shower, Just step inside my cottage door, And meet the million dollar baby From the five and ten cent store.
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« Reply #54 on: 20:15:21, 26-06-2007 » |
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Billion dollar baby Rubber little lady, slicker than a weasel Grimy as an alley Loves me like no other lover Billion dollar baby Rubber little monster, baby, I adore you Man or woman living couldn't love me like you, baby We go dancing nightly in the attic While the moon is rising in the sky If I'm too rough, tell me I'm so scared your little head will come off in my hands I got you in the dimestore No other little girl could ever hold you Any tighter, any tighter than me, my Billion dollar baby Reckless like a gambler , million dollar maybe Foaming like a dog that's been infected by the rabies We go dancing nightly in the attic While the moon is rising the sky If I'm too rough , tell me I'm so scared your little head will come off in my hands Million dollar baby Billion dollar bay Trillion dollar baby Zillion dollar baby
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« Reply #55 on: 22:34:50, 26-06-2007 » |
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Wow BobbyZ, like crazy man!
You, you're driving me crazy What did I do, what did I do? My tears for you make everything hazy Clouding those skies of blue
Oh true, were the fans who were near me To cheer me, believe me they knew But you were the kind who would hurt me Desert me when I needed you
Yes you, you're driving me crazy What did I do to you?
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« Reply #56 on: 23:21:11, 26-06-2007 » |
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This thing called love I just can't handle it this thing called love I must get round to it I ain't ready Crazy little thing called love This (This Thing) called love (Called Love) It cries (Like a baby) In a cradle all night It swings (Woo Woo) It jives (Woo Woo) It shakes all over like a jelly fish, I kinda like it Crazy little thing called love
There goes my baby She knows how to Rock n' roll She drives me crazy She gives me hot and cold fever Then she leaves me in a cool cool sweat
I gotta be cool relax, get hip Get on my track's Take a back seat, hitch-hike And take a long ride on my motor bike Until I'm ready Crazy little thing called love
I gotta be cool relax, get hip Get on my track's Take a back seat, hitch-hike And take a long ride on my motor bike Until I'm ready (Ready Freddie) Crazy little thing called love
This thing called love I just can't handle it this thing called love I must get round to it I ain't ready Crazy little thing called love Crazy little thing called love Crazy little thing called love Crazy little thing called love Crazy little thing called love Crazy little thing called love Crazy little thing called love Crazy little thing called love
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« Reply #57 on: 10:05:13, 27-06-2007 » |
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Midnight, I'm a-waiting on the 1205 Hoping it'll take me just a little farther down the line Moonlight, you're just a heartache in disguise Won't you keep my heart from breaking If it's only for a very short time
Playing with the Queen of Hearts knowing it ain't really smart The joker ain't the only fool who'll do anything for you Laying out another lie, thinking about a life of crime That's what I'll have to do to keep me away from you
Baby, it makes me feel so bad Why is everybody telling everybody what you have done And baby, I know it makes you sad But when they're handing out the heartaches You know you got to have you some
Playing with the Queen of Hearts knowing it ain't really smart The joker ain't the only fool who'll do anything for you Laying out another lie, thinking about a life of crime That's what I'll have to do to keep me away from you
Lovers, I know you've had a few You hide your heart beneath the covers And you tell 'em they're the only one And others know what I'm going through It's so hard to be a lover When you say you only do it for fun
Playing with the Queen of Hearts knowing it ain't really smart The joker ain't the only fool who'll do anything for you Laying out another lie, thinking about a life of crime That's what I'll have to do to keep me away from you
To keep me away from you To keep me away from you
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« Reply #58 on: 18:14:34, 27-06-2007 » |
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Isn't it rich? Are we a pair? Me here at last on the ground and you in mid-air Send in the clowns
Isn't it bliss? Don't you approve? One who keeps tearing around and one who can't move But where are the clowns? Send in the clowns
Just when I stopped opening doors Finally finding the one that I wanted was yours Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines Nobody's there
Don't you love farce? My fault, I fear I thought that you'd want what I want, sorry my dear But where are the clowns? Send in the clowns Don't bother they're here
Isn't it rich? Isn't it queer? Losing my timing this late in my career But where are the clowns? Send in the clowns Well, maybe next year
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« Reply #59 on: 18:42:55, 27-06-2007 » |
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Now if there's a smile on my face It's only there trying to fool the public But when it comes down to fooling you Now honey that's quite a different subject
But don't let my glad expression Give you the wrong impression Cos really I'm sad, Oh I'm sadder than sad Well I'm hurt and I want you so bad Like a clown I appear to be glad ooh yeah
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Well they're some sad things known to man But ain't too much sadder than The tears of a clown when there's noone around Oh yeah, baby baby, oh yeah baby baby
Now if I appear to be carefree It's only to camouflage my sadness And honey to shield my pride I try To cover this hurt with a show of gladness But don't let my show convince you That I've been happy since you Cos I need to go, oh I need you so Look I'm hurt and I want you to know For others I put on a show ...CHORUS
Just like Pagliacci did I try to keep my surface hid Smiling in the crowd I try But in a lonely room I cry The tears of a clown When there's noone around, oh yeah, baby baby Now if there's a smile on my face Don't let my glad expression Give you the wrong impression Don't let this smile I wear Make you think that I don't care Cos really I'm sad...
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