Pensem nas criancas
Mudas, Telepáticas
Pensem nas meninas
Cegas, inexatas
Pensem nas mulheres
Rotas, Alteradas
Pensem nas feridas
Como rosas cálidas
Mas oh! Nao se esquecam
Da rosa, da rosa
Da rosa de Hiroshima
A rosa hereditária
A rosa radioativa
Estúpida e inválida
A rosa com cirrose
A anti-rosa atomica
Sem cor, sem perfume
Sem rosa, sem nada
Carrying The Banner (Newsies)
Racetrack:
That's my cigar
Snipeshooter:
You'll steal anudder
Kid Blink:
Hey, bummers, we got work to do
Specs:
Since when did you become me mudder?
Crutchy:
Ah, stop yer bawling!
Several Newsies:
Hey! Who ast you??
Mush:
Try Bottle Alley or the harbor
Racetrack:
Try Central Park, it's guaranteed
Jack:
Try any banker, bum, or barber ...
Skittery:
They almost all knows how to read!
Kid Blink:
I smell money
Crutchy:
You smell foul!
Mush:
Met this girl last night ...
Crutchy:
Move your elbow!
Racetrack:
Pass the towel!
Skittery:
For a buck, I might!
Newsies:
Ain't it a fine life
Carrying the banner through it all?
A mighty fine life
Carrying the banner tough and tall
Every morning
We goes where we wishes
We's as free as fishes
Sure beats washing dishes
What a fine life
Carrying the banner home-free all!
Jack:
It takes a smile as sweet as butter
Crutchy:
The kind that ladies can't resist
Racetrack:
It takes an orphan with a stutter
Jack:
Who ain't afraid ta use his
Kid Blink:
Fist!
Newsies:
Summer stinks and winter's waiting
Welcome to New Yawk!
Boy, ain't nature fascinating
When youse gotta walk?
Still, it's a fine life
Carrying the banner with me chums!
A mighty fine life
Blowing every nickel as it comes
Crutchy:
I'm no snoozer
Sitting makes me antsy
I likes living chancy
Newsies:
Harlem tah Delancey
What a fine life
Carrying the banner through the slums
Three Nuns:
Blessed children
Though you wander lost and depraved
Jesus loves you
You shall be saved!
SUNG IN COUNTERPOINT:
Mother:
Patrick, darling,
Since you left me I am undone
Mother loves you!
God, save my son!
Racetrack:
Just gimme half a cup
Kid Blink:
Something ta wake me up
Mush:
I gotta find an angle
Crutchy:
I gotta sell more papes
Various Newsies:
Papers is all I got
Wish I could catch a breeze
Sure hope the headline's hot
All I can catch is fleas
God, help me if it's not!
Somebody help me, please ...
Newsies:
If I hate the headlines
I'll make up the headline
And I'll say anything I hafta
'Cause at two for a penny
If I take too many
Weasel just makes me eat 'em afta
SUNG IN COUNTERPOINT:
Group one:
Look! They're puttin' up the headline
You call that a headline?
I get better stories
From the copper on the beat!
I was gonna start at twenty
Now a dozen'll be plenty
Tell me, how'm I gonna make ends meet?
Group two:
What's it say?
That won't pay!
So where's your spot?
God, it's hot!
Will ya tell me
How'm I gonna make ends meet?
Newsies:
We need a good assassination!
We need an earthquake or a war!
Snipeshooter:
How 'bout a crooked politician?
Newsies:
Hey, stupid, that ain't news no more!
Uptown to Grand Central Station
Down to City Hall
We improves our circulation
Walking till we fall
SUNG IN COUNTERPOINT:
Group one:
Still we'll be out there
Carrying the banner man to man!
We'll be out there
Soakin' every sucker that we can!
See the headline:
Newsies on a mission!
Group one:
Kill the competition
Sell the next edition
While we're out there
Carrying the banner is the
Group two:
Look, they're puttin' up the headline
They call that a headline?
The idiot who wrote it
Must be workin' for the Sun!
Did ya hear about the fire?
Group three:
Heard it killed old man Maguire!
Group two:
Heard the toll was even higher
Group three:
Why do I miss all the fun?
Group two:
Hitched it on a trolley
Group three:
Meet 'cha Forty-fourth and Second
Group two:
Little Italy's a secret
Group three:
Bleecker's further than I reckoned
Group two:
By the courthouse
Group three:
Near the stables
Group two:
On the corner someone beckoned and I
Group one:
It's a fine life
Carrying the banner through it all?
A mighty fine life
Carrying the banner tough and tall
See the headline
Newsies on a mission
Kill the competition
Sell the next edition
What a fine life,
Carrying the banner
It's a fine life
Carrying the banner
It's a fine life
Carrying the banner
It's a fine life
Carrying the banner
It's a fine life
Carrying the banner
It's a
Go!
Group two:
Would you look at that headline?
You call that a headline?
I get better stories
From the copper on the beat!
I was gonna start with twenty
Now a dozen'll be plenty
Would you tell me how'm I ever
Gonna make ends meet?
Hitched it on a trolley
Meetcha Forty-fourth and Second
Little Italy's a secret
Bleecker's further than I reckoned
By the courthouse
Near the stables
On the corner someone beckoned!
Go get 'em Cowboy
You got 'em now, boy!
Go get 'em, Cowboy!
You got 'em now, boy!
Go!
Sir Patrick Spens (Fairport Convention)
The King sits in Dunfirmline town,
Drinking of the blood-red wine
"Where can I get a steely skipper
To sail this might boat of mine?"
Then up there spoke a bonny boy,
Sitting at the King's right knee
"Sir Patrick Spens is the very best seaman
That ever sailed upon the sea"
The King has written a broad letter
And sealed it up with his own right hand
Sending word unto Sir Patrick
To come to him at his command
"An enemy then this must be
Who told the lie concerning me
For I was never a very good seaman,
Nor ever do intend to be"
"Last night I saw the new moon clear
With the new moon in her hair
And that is a sign since we were born
That means there'll be a deadly storm"
They had not sailed upon the deep a day,
A day but barely free
When loud and boisterous blew the winds
And loud and noisy blew the sea
Then up there came a mermaiden,
A comb and glass all in her hand
"Here's to you my merry young men for
You'll not see dry land again"
"Long may my lady stand
Qith a lantern in her hand
Before she sees my bonny ship
Come sailing homeward to dry land"
Forty miles off Aberdeen,
The waters fifty fathoms deep
There lies good Sir Patrick Spens
With the Scots lords at his feet
O Leãozinho (Caetano Veloso)
Gosto muito de te ver, Leãozinho
Caminhando sob o sol
Gosto muito de você, Leãozinho
Para desentristecer, Leãozinho
O meu coração tão só
Basta eu encontrar você no caminho
Um filhote de leão, raio da manhã
Arrastando o meu olhar como um ímã
O meu coração é o sol pai de toda a cor
Quando ele lhe doura a pele ao léu
Gosto de te ver ao sol, Leãozinho
De te ver entrar no mar
Tua pele, tua luz, tua juba
Gosto de ficar ao sol, Leãozinho
De molhar minha juba
De estar perto de você e entrar numa
Soul Plan (Lord Finesse)
featuring Roy Ayers
God bless the child that can hold his own
Against the man with the plan who got the whole spot sewn
The type that's known to set the tone
Just pass the microphone I have the whole spot blown (Repeat 2x)
Check it it's the player to examine
My thought patterns are deep like canyons
A tough companion that women won't adandon
That's my steelo lyrics conquer the street like Nino
Lay incognito, because life's a gamble like ceelo
That's what we know, forget what they know, or say yo
I gotta do my thing, I can't be caught hanging like a halo
Time to hustle, or get caught up in the shuffle
Use brains over muscle, I'm seeing more chips than Ruffles
God bless the child that can hold his own
Against the man with the plan who got the whole spot sewn
The type that's known to set the tone
Just pass the microphone, I have the whole spot blown (Repeat 2x)
I'm gigantic, coming hard like granite
Forget where you're from, I represent the whole planet
Not the sort lagging (sort lagging) never fought bragging (fought bragging)
The way I make moves and mess up your whole thought pattern
Opponents I check 'em, got skills out the rectum
Display many styles like colors in a spectrum
You can't escape the inconcealable
Niggas is so wack, even people reading braille ain't feeling you (Right)
I fell off? Come on, imagine it
It's the sharp elaborate
Type of nigga that's not having it
On some new shit, some extra cool shit
The type to lounge in the crib all day
Peeping pay-per-view shit
Word, it's bugged, hops, I love props
When I come to town, I'm under survailance like drug spots
'96, coming from the rear quick
I'm on some ol' "hit the lotto & disappear" shit
God bless the child that can hold his own
Against the man with the plan who got the whole spot sewn
The type that's known to set the tone
Just pass the microphone, I have the whole spot blown (Repeat 2x)
I use poetic psychiatric types of tactics
Man, this rap shit got me seeing more green than St. Patrick's
The tight player (tight player) with the right flavor (right flavor)
That comes off like a life saver and slides like an ice skater
Catch me shining from a mile away
The kid with the stylish braids, doing my thing, sipping Alize
You see me sinning with the money and the women
You think I'm winning? Shit, I'm barely living
Forget those goals, we got higher tasks to try and pass
Brothers be fronting but I see through them clowns like fiberglass
I roll with bomb squads, beyond hard, about making money, kid
Fuck chasing chickens in the barnyard
Word up, while you're still clowning
I'm in the hills lounging, catching vibes off of Will Downing
Living the life of a grown man
Me and Dink, and Roy Ayers, we got the Soul Plan
God bless the child that can hold his own
Against the man with the plan who got the whole spot sewn
The type that's known to set the tone
Just pass the microphone, I have the whole spot blown (Repeat 2x)
(Roy Ayers solos on the keys til fade)
Nes Sous La Meme Etoile (IAM)
Refrain
La vie est belle le déstin s´en écarte
Personne ne joue avec les memes cartes
Le berceau lève le voile maudites sont les routes qu´il dévoile
Tant pis on n´est pas nés sous la meme étoile
Pourquoi fortune et infortune pourquoi suis je né
Les poches vides pourquoi les siennes sont elles pleines de tunes
Pourquoi j´ai vu mon père en cyclo partir travailler
Juste avant le sien en trois pièces gris BMW
La monnaie est une belle femme qui n´épouse pas les pauvres
Sinon pourquoi suis-je la tout seul marié sans dote
Pourquoi pour lui c´est crèche et vacances
Pour moi c´est stade de foot sans cage, sans filet
Sans meme une ligne blanche
Pourquoi pour lui c´est l´équitation pour moi
Les bastons, pour lui la coke, pour moi les flics en faction
Je dois me débrouiller pour manger certains soirs
Pourquoi lui se gave de saumon sur lit de caviar
Certains naissent dans les choux, d´autres dans la merde
Pourquoi ca pue autour de moi, quoi?!Pourquoi tu me cherches?!
Pourquoi chez lui c´est des Noel ensoleillés
Pourquoi chez moi le reve est évincé par une réalité glacée
Lui a droit à des études poussées
Pourquoi j´ai pas assez d´argent pour acheter
Leurs livres et leurs cahiers
Pourquoi j´ai du stopper les cours
Pourquoi lui n´avait de frère à nourrir, pourquoi j´ai dealé chaque jour
Pourquoi quand moi je plonge, lui passe sa thèse
Pourquoi les cages d´acier, les cages dorées agissent à leur aise
Son astre brillait plus que le mien sous la grande toile
Pourquoi ne suis-je pas né sous la meme étoile
Refrain
Comme Issa, pourquoi ne suis-je pas né la bonne étoile
Veillant sur moi? Couloir plein de toiles, crachats
Tchatche à deux francs, courbettes des tapettes devant
Supporter de grandir dans 1 franc, c´est trop décevant
Simplement en culotte courte
Ne pas faire la pelle mécanique plate avec des pots de yaourt
C´est pas grave, je n´en veut à personne, et si mon heure sonne
Je m´en irai comme je suis venu
Adolescent incandescent chiant à tour de bras sur le fruit défendu
Innocents, témoins de types abattus dans la rue
C´est une enfance? De la pourriture, ouais!
Je ne draguais pas, mais virait des tartes aux petites avec les couettes
Pale de peur devant mon père, ma soeur portait le voile
Je revois, à l´école les gosses qui la croisent, se poelent
C´est rien Léa, si on était moins scrupuleux
Un peu de jeu du feu on serait comme eux
Mais j´ai pleuré pour avoir un job, comme un crevard sans boire
Les "je t´aime" à mes parents, seul dans mon lit le soir
Chacun son boulet, sans ambition la vie c´est trop long
Écrire des poèmes, pisser violent dans un violon
Tu te fixes sur le wagon, c´est la locomotive que tu manques
C´est pas la couleur, c´est le compte en banque
J´exprime mon avis, meme si tout le monde s´en fiche
Je ne serai pas comme ca si j´avais vu la vie riche
Refrain
Je t'appartiens (Lara Fabian)
Assise ¨¤ ta place
Dans cette maison de glace
Je compte un ¨¤ un mes torts
Je vois ces carafes
remplies du vide
Qui transperce mon corps
Et toutes mes nuits se fondent
Jamais tes yeux ne tombent
De mon coeur qui succombe
À ton d¨¦part, mais...
Je t'appartiens
Comme l'orque et la mer ne font qu'un
Elles n'aiment qu'une seule fois
Puis s'¨¦chouent comme on se noie
Des projets, des r¨ºves
S'arrachent et j'en cr¨¨ve
Je ne vis plus, je meurs
M¨ºme en surface
Te voir, me glace
Et m'¨¦ventre le coeur
Et toutes les nuits se fondent
Dans tes bras une autre tombe
Je m¨¦prise m¨ºme son ombre
Et ton d¨¦part, mais...
Refrain
Elles n'aiment qu'une seule fois
(Po¨¨me 2)
Translation:
I Belong To You
I sit where you stood
Into these empty rooms
I wonder where we went wrong
I try to forget
Drink you out of my head
Still I can hear the sound
Here comes the dawn again
I lie awake in bed
This heart of mine has come undone
Because you're gone, still...
I belong to you
Like the sea and orca are one
They love only once
And then succumb on the shore
The dreams that we planned
Suddenly just end
How do I stay alive ?
I freeze in place
At the sight of your face
It's killing me inside
Here comes the dawn again
In your arms, another flame
I despise her every part of her
And your betrayal, still...
Chorus
They love only once
(2nd Poem)
The Somber Lay (Eluveitie)
A murky presage roaming the land
To silence the skylarks chant
The somber kiss is at hand
To impart the crimson robe
Heed the darksome maid
Dancing across this equinox
To relegate persistence
As the bleak darkness grows
A cryptal impellent, devoted to the sublime round
Beholden for the boons of light
Retreating into quietness
We harken the somber lay
We sing the somber lay
Close your eyes and heed and vide
Then you shall see
The sphere revolves as it's promised
Flames flickering deftly
To banish the nipping air
The dark time is at hand
Lighted by bardic chant
Heed the darksome maid
To enwrap all in bleakness
A dark veil o'silence
As quiet insight buds
Darkness roaming the land
Long dead the skylarks chant
The dark vis usurped command
To impart the sallow robe
Sure a new light will come
The lifewheel is rotating onward
Given is the promise
Thus assertive we wear on
Life-given impellent, devoted to the sublime round
Il Faudra Leur Dire (Francis Cabrel)
Si c'est vrai qu'il y a des gens qui s'aiment
Si les enfants sont tous les mêmes
Alors il faudra leur dire
C'est comme des parfums qu'on respire
Juste un regard
Facile à faire
Un peu plus d'amour que d'ordinaire
Puisqu'on vit dans la lumière
Même s'il y a des couleurs qu'ils préfèrent
Nous on voudrait leur dire
C'est comme des parfums qu'on respire
Juste un regard
Facile à faire
Un peu plus d'amour que d'ordinaire
Juste un peu plus d'amour encore
Pour moins de larmes
Pour moins de vides
Pour moins d'hiver
Puisqu'on vit dans les creux d'un rêve
Avant que l'amour ne touche nos lèvres
Nous on voudrait leur dire
Les mots qu'on reçoit
C'est comme des parfums qu'on respire
Il faudra leur dire
Facile à faire
Un peu plus d'amour que d'ordinaire
Si c'est vrai qu'il y a des gens qui s'aiment
Si les enfants sont tous les mêmes
Alors, il faudra leur dire
Les mots qu'on reçoit
C'est comme des parfums qu'on respire
Il faudra leur dire
Facile à faire
Un peu plus d'amour que d'ordinaire
To The End (French Version) (Blur)
Et tous ces mots sales (jusqu'à la fin)
Qui remuent et qui sont mal, (en plein soleil)
En buvant nous trinquons (jusqu'à la fin)
Des paroles sans intention (en plain amour)
Toi et moi,
En plein amour,
Peut être bien qu'on y est arrivé,
Peut-être bien qu'on est arrivé à la fin
S'il nous est arrivé (jusqu'à la fin)
Bientôt va s'en retourner (en plein soleil)
Au fond de toi c'est moi que j'aime (jusqu'à la fin)
Elles sont vides les paroles qu'on sème (en plein amour)
Toi et moi, en plein amour,
Peut-être bien qu'on y est arrivé,
Peut-être bien qu'on est arrivé à la fin (x2)
(en plein amour)
Et toi et moi, tombés, en plein amour
Peut-être bien qu'on y est arrivé, peut-être bien, qu'on est arrivé à la fin
(en plein soleil)
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Patrick Cassidy Vide Cor Meum is a song composed by Patrick Cassidy based on Dante's "La Vita Nuova", specifically on the sonnet "A ciascun'alma presa", in chapter 3 of the Vita Nuova. The song was produced by Patrick Cassidy and Hans Zimmer and was performed by Libera / Lyndhurst Orchestrathe, conducted by Gavin Greenaway. Singers are Danielle de Niese and Bruno Lazzaretti, who play Beatrice and Dante, respectively. The song first appeared in the movie Hannibal, while Dr. Hannibal Lecter and Inspector Pazzi see an outdoor opera in Florence, and was especially composed for the movie. This opera piece was chosen to be performed at the Oscars in 2002 during the presentation of a lifetime achievement award to producer Dino De Laurentiis and at the 53rd Annual Emmy awards. It was used later in Ridley Scott's Kingdom of Heaven, during King Baldwin IV's funeral. Lyrics ITALIAN/LATIN Chorus: E pensando di lei - And thinking of her Mi sopragiunse uno soave sonno- Sweet sleep overcame me Ego dominus tuus - I am your master Vide cor tuum - See your heart E d'esto core ardendo - And of this burning heart Cor tuum - Your heart (Chorus: Lei paventosa) - (Chorus: She trembling) Umilmente pascea. - Obediently eats. Appreso gir lo ne vedea piangendo. - Weeping, I saw him then depart from me. La letizia si convertia - Joy is converted In amarissimo pianto - To bitterest tears Io sono in pace - I am in peace Cor meum - My heart Io sono in pace - I am in peace Vide cor meum - See my heart ...
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