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Javier Solis - "Regalame esta noche" Greco |
Maybe Martín y Tete Montolįu
"VEİNTE ANOS" - MAYTE MARTİN/TETE MONTOLİU Greco |
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Mayte Martin - "Nostalgia" Greco |
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Mayte Martín - "En Aquel Tiempo" aqui tener... Greco "Yo tuve el corazón capaz de lluvia Ocurría febrero con sus alas y el tiempo digital nos puso juntas las manos. Y los ojos y los cuerpos: toda la tierra que el amor excusa Igual que el viento en las banderas altas se comportó en nosotros esta música Me fui quedando acompañado y cierto entendido en los bosques de mi jungla leñador orgulloso de raíces que pensaban estar por siempre ocultas Lo de siempre se puso a ser distinto: el mar entero cupo en una urna el hielo de los vasos provenía de una lejana nieve, nuestra y única mis manos migratorias se quedaron a vivir en tu tierra más profunda y en mi boca, de siempre descontenta dimitían de pronto las preguntas Presenciadas por dos cambian las torres la muerte aplaza sus gestiones últimas y estar vivo se agita y condecora igual que el mar sin árboles ni tumbas La muerte es como un libro o un espejo donde uno mira y mira sin ver nunca Ven cerca. Más. Que entre los dos no quepa ninguna muerte ni ninguna duda Te hablo desde febrero y desde siempre; sabemos del amor por lo que alumbra por lo que tuerce y acrecienta y rige por su forma de andar en la penumbra Y así, sobre semanas perseguidas izamos con esfuerzo nuestra luna" |
Mayte Martín
"Si Te He Visto No Me Acuerdo" Greco |
Mayte Martín y Virginia Gámez
"Música de mi Locura" Greco |
The Book Of My Life -- Sting Let me watch by the fire and remember my days And it may be a trick of the firelight But the flickering pages that trouble my sight Is a book I'm afraid to write It's the book of my days, it's the book of my life And it's cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife And it's all there to see as the section reveals There's some sorrow in every life If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze Then I won't understand word 'til the end of my days I'm still forced to remember, Remember the words of my life There are promises broken and promises kept Angry words that were spoken, when I should have wept There's a chapter of secrets, and words to confess If I lose everything that I possess There's a chapter on loss and a ghost who won't die There's a chapter on love where the ink's never dry There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies. Though the pages are numbered I can't see where they lead For the end is a mystery no-one can read In the book of my life There's a chapter on fathers a chapter on sons There are pages of conflicts that nobody won And the battles you lost and your bitter defeat, There's a page where we fail to meet There are tales of good fortune that couldn't be planned There's a chapter on God that I don't understand There's a promise of Heaven and Hell but I'm damned if I see Though the pages are numbered I can't see where they lead For the end is a mystery no-one can read In the book of my life Now the daylight's returning And if one sentence is true All these pages are burning And all that's left is you Though the pages are numbered I can't see where they lead For the end is a mystery no-one can read In the book of my life... ~Theo~ :winky::listening::bouquet: |
I hope the RPO does more of The Carpenters songs...
Superstar -- The Carpenters with the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra Long ago and oh so far away I fell in love with you before the second show Your guitar, it sounds so sweet and clear But you're not really here, it's just the radio Don't you remember you told me you love me, baby You said you'd be coming back this way again, baby Baby, baby, baby, baby, oh baby I love you, I really do Loneliness is such a sad affair And I can hardly wait to be with you again What to say to make you come again Come back to me again and play your sad guitar Don't you remember you told me you love me, baby You said you'd be coming back this way again, baby Baby, baby, baby, baby, oh baby I love you, I really do Don't you remember you told me you love me, baby You said you'd be coming back this way again, baby Baby, baby, baby, baby, oh baby I love you, I really do... ~Theo~ :winky::listening::bouquet: |
They did!! An entire album with all the great songs...like this!!!
Touch Me While We're Dancing -- The Carpenters, with the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra Play us a song we can slow dance on We want to hold each other Play us a groove so we hardly move Just let our hearts beat together Oh baby, 'cause it feels so good When we're close like this Whisper is my ear and let me steal a kiss Come on and touch me When we're dancing You know you've got that loving touch (Loving touch) Touch me when we're dancing I want to feel you when I'm falling in love Tonight's the night and it feels so right My heart is saying it to me You're the one I've waited for so long So let your love flow through me Oh baby, 'cause it feels so good Just to be this close You've got me up so high I could fly coast to coast Come on and touch me When we're dancing You know you've got that loving touch (Loving touch) Touch me when we're dancing I want to feel you when I'm falling in love Touch me when we're dancing You know you've got that loving touch (Loving touch) Touch me when we're dancing I want to feel you when I'm falling in love Touch me when we're dancing You know you've got that loving touch (Loving touch) ~Theo~ :winky::listening::bouquet: Touch me when we're dancing |
I know I Need To Be In Love -- The Carpenters, with the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra The hardest thing I've ever done Is keep believing There's someone in this crazy world for me The way that people come and go Through temporary lives My chance could come and I might never know I used to say, no promises Let's keep it simple But freedom only helps you say goodbye It took a while for me to learn That nothin' comes for free The price I've paid is high enough for me I know I need to be in love I know I've wasted too much time I know I ask perfection of a quite imperfect world And fool enough to think that's what I'll find So here I am with pockets full of good intentions But none of them will comfort me tonight I'm wide awake at four a.m. Without a friend in sight Hanging on a hope, but I'm alright I know I need to be in love I know I've wasted too much time I know I ask perfection of a quite imperfect world And fool enough to think that's what I'll find I know I need to be in love I know I've wasted too much time I know I ask perfection of a quite imperfect world And fool enough to think that's what I'll find ~Theo~ :winky::listening::bouquet: |
(Live) Greatest Punk/Riotgrrrl band in Herstory. Final- Third Wave Feminism. |
Overjoyed -- Stevie Wonder Over time, I've been building my castle of love Just for two, though you never knew you were my reason I've gone much too far for you now to say That I've got to throw my castle away Over dreams, I have picked out a perfect come true Though you never knew it was of you I've been dreaming The sandman has come from too far away For you to say come back some other day And though you don't believe that they do They do come true For did my dreams Come true when I looked at you And maybe too, if you would believe You too might be Overjoyed, over loved, over me Over hearts, I have painfully turned every stone Just to find, I had found what I've searched to discover I've come much too far for me now to find The love that I've sought can never be mine And though you don't believe that they do They do come true For did my dreams Come true when I looked at you And maybe too, if you would believe You too might be Overjoyed, over loved, over me And though the odds say improbable What do they know For in romance All true love needs is a chance And maybe with a chance you will find You too like I Overjoyed, over loved, over you, over you... ~Theo~ :winky::listening::bouquet: |
I Wish -- Stevie Wonder Looking back on when I was a little nappy headed boy Then my only worry was for Christmas what would be my toy Even though we sometimes would not get a thing We were happy with the joy the day would bring Sneaking out the back door to hang out with those hoodlum friends of mine Greeted at the back door, I thought I told you not to go outside Tryin' your best to bring the water to your eyes Thinkin' it might stop her from whippin' your behind I wish those days could come back once more Why did those days ever have to go? I wish those days could come back once more Why did those days ever have to go? 'Cause I love them so Brother says he's tellin' 'bout you playin' doctor with that girl Just don't tell I'll give you anything you want in this whole wide world Mama gives you money for Sunday school You trade yours for candy after church is through Smokin' cigarettes and writing something nasty on the wall Teacher sends you to the principal's office down the hall, You grow up and learn that kinda thing ain't right But while you were doin' it, it sure felt out of sight I wish those days could come back once more Why did those days ever have to go? I wish those days could come back once more Why did those days ever have to go? What did you say? Baby, baby, baby ~Theo~ :winky::listening::dance2::bouquet: |
The Sweetest Days -- Vanessa Williams You and I in this moment, Holding the night so close, Hanging on, still unbroken while outside the thunder rolls. Listen now you can her my heart beat warm against life's bitter cold. These are the days. the sweetest days we'll know. There are times that scare me. We'll rattle the house like the wind, both of us so unbending. We battle the fear within. All the while life is rushing by us. Hold it now and don't let go. These are the days. the sweetest days we'll know. So, we'll whisper a dream here in the darkness. Watching the stars till their gone. And when even the mem'ries have all faded away, these days go on and on. Listen now, you can hear my heartbeat. Hold me now and don't let go. (These are the days, ) ev'ry day is the sweetest day we'll know. (These are the days, ) The sweetest days we'll know... ~Theo~ :winky::listening::bouquet: |
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I'm listening to Christopher Hitchens reading his own work... God Is Not Great: How Religion Poisons Everything I disagree but I appreciate the argument he strings together and his delivery. He is, at times, a little too well spoken. Iol :blink: Thankfully, I come to appreciate those bits as well.
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What does "too well spoken" mean? Does it mean he is very persuasive?
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I'm listening to my house being bombarded by hail. The yard is full of little white pellets. Very weird.
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I Fall All Over Again -- Dan Hill I can't belive we met like this, Is it just coincidence? I had a feeling I'd be seeing you again. Your every bit as beautiful as the last time we met. When you told me, you were leaving, and going back to him, How I wish that I could tell you, it's all in the past. But I was never good at lying, and baby since you asked, I don't want to hear that song again, from the night we first met. I don't want to hear you wispering, things I'd rather forget. I don't want to look into your eyes, 'cause you know what happens next. We'll be making love and then, I fall all over again. I can't begin to tell you, just how sorry I am, That the man you built your dreams around, just broke your heart again. I think I know the feeling, 'Cause I once loved you so much. That I swore I'd rather die, than live a day without your touch. If I held you in my arms you know, I'd never let you go, But this ain't the time or place to get emotional. I don't want to hear that song again, from the night we first met. I don't want to hear you whispering, things I'd rather forget. I don't want to look into your eyes, 'cause you know what happens next. We'll be making love and then, I fall all over again. I was crying when you kissed me, Then you walked out that door. Oh, you were always such a mystery. I still dream we're making love, Then I stop myself because, I don't want to hear that song again, from the night we first met. I don't want to hear you wispering, things I'd rather forget. I don't want to look into your eyes, 'cause you know what happens next. We'll be making love and then, I fall all over again. I fall all over again. ~Theo~ :winky::listening::bouquet: |
Mayte Martín
No Me Maltrates la Vida Aveces...muchas veces es mejor decir las mas sutilmente...?No es así? Disfruta de este poema al son de música Señora. Greco |
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Mayte Martin - Tiempo de Amar Greco |
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It means he loves the sound of his own voice. He knows he's educated, articulate and witty. So, one would think with such talents he'd be more succinct when expressing his views. Nope! I find myself waiting and waiting for him to make a point. Brevity... another word he never learned.
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Juan Luis Guerra 4.40 - Corazón Enamorado
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Mike and the Mechanics - The Living Years
Every generation blames the one before ... |
Beth Carvalho - Acervo Especial (Album Completo)
RIP |
Ahhhh, the days of beach shag dancin' at Tybee Beach!!!! <3
Shaggin' On The Boulevard -- Alabama Well the magic attic's where the music rolls And the army-navy's got ol' jackie soul Down on peaches corner there are good ol' boys And mother fletchers makin' lots of noise They're dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard Dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard Well the tams are playin' at the port-o-call And the drifters underneath the boardwalk At the sapnish galleon and ol' fat jacks Jukebox playin' and the place is packed You bet they're dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard You know they're dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard Got the top down and the traffic's slow Sun fun week and, we all go Where the girls are sunnin' and lookin' good Well I never met 'em but I wish I could And we'd go dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard We'd go dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard Well the embers singin' up on ocean drive And the castaways are gettin' loud tonight At the electric circus they all gettin' down And the carousel's spinnin' round and 'round See them dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard I see 'em dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard Well I'm hangin' out down at sloppy joe's They may doze but they never close And the 'bama boys at the bowery They can't dance but they play for free But they like dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard They know dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard They wrote dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard Dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard Dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard Shaggin' on the boulevard Dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard Dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard ~Theo~ :winky::listening::dance2::bouquet: |
Sinatra and Jobim - How insensitive
Watched The Secret Diaries of Miss Ann Lister last night after I got a good tip from homoe.
One of my favorite actresses, Susan Lynch, was in it and I kept thinking of this song when she was on screen. What can you say when a love affair is over? |
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Joan Baez - Birmingham Sunday
On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine and the choir kept singing of freedom. |
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Lola -- The Kinks I met her in a club down in North Soho Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry cola C-O-L-A cola She walked up to me and she asked me to dance I asked her name and in a dark brown voice she said, "Lola" L-O-L-A Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola Well, I'm not the world's most physical guy But when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spine Oh my Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola Well, I'm not dumb but I can't understand Why she walk like a woman and talk like a man Oh my Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola Well, we drank champagne and danced all night Under electric candlelight She picked me up and sat me on her knee And said, "Little boy won't you come home with me?" Well, I'm not the world's most passionate guy But when I looked in her eyes Well, I almost fell for my Lola Lo lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola Lola lo lo lo lo Lola lo lo lo lo Lola I pushed her away, I walked to the door I fell to the floor, I got down on my knees I looked at her, and she at me Well that's the way that I want it to stay And I always want it to be that way for my Lola Lo lo lo lo Lola Girls will be boys, and boys will be girls It's a mixed-up, muddled-up, shook-up world Except for Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola Well I left home just a week before And I've never ever kissed a woman before But Lola smiled and took me by the hand And said, "Little boy, gonna make you a man" Well I'm not the world's most masculine man But I know what I am and I'm glad I'm a man And so is Lola Lo lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola... ~Theo~ :winky::listening::bouquet: |
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I've Got The Power (Snap!)
I be bench pressin' Buick's today (moving my household duties) |
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