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"I know that it is freezing, but I think we have to walk
I keep waving at the taxis, they keep turning their lights off
But Julie knows a party at some actor's West side loft
Supplies are endless in the evening by the morning they'll be gone

When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend
I'll get a coffee and the paper, have my own conversations
with the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection
The mask I polish in the evening by the morning looks like shit


And I know you have a heavy heart, I can feel it when we kiss
So many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it
But me I'm not a gamble, you can count on me to split
The love I sell you in the evening by the morning won't exist


You're looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black
Just keep going to the bathroom, always say you'll be right back
Well, it takes one to know one, kid, I think you've got it bad
But what's so easy in the evening by the morning's such a drag

I got a flask inside my pocket, we can share it on the train
And if you promise to stay conscious I will try and do the same
We might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain
But what was normal in the evening by the morning seems insane


And I'm not sure what the trouble was that started all of this
The reasons all have run away, but the feeling never did
It's not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live
Cause what is simple in the moonlight by the morning never is


And what's so simple in the moonlight now it's so complicated
And what's so simple in the moonlight, so simple in the moonlight
So simple in the moonlight...
"
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Secret Heart
Sung by Feist (girl), first by Rod Stewart
( Ron Sexsmith )

Secret heart
What are you made of
What are you so afraid of
Could it be
Three simple words
Or the fear of being overheard
What's wrong

Let her in on your secret heart

Secret Heart
Why so mysterious
Why so sacred
Why so serious
Maybe you're
Just acting tough
Maybe you're just not bad enough
What's wrong

Let her in on your secret heart

This very secret
That you're trying to conceal
Is the very same one
You're dying to reveal
Go tell her how you feel

Secret heart come out and share it
This loneliness, few can bear it
Could it have something to do with
Admitting that you just can't go through it alone

Let her in on your secret heart

This very secret
That you're trying to conceal
Is the very same one
That you're dying to reveal
Go tell her how you feel
This very secret
Go out and share it
This very secret
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Little Bitty Pretty One


-Robert Byrd-

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Little bitty pretty one
Come on and talk-a to me
A-lovey dovey dovey one
Come sit down on my knee

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Tell you a story
Happened long time ago
A-little bitty pretty one
I've been watching you grow

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

little bitty pretty one
come talk to me
little bitty pretty one
come sit on my knee

little bitty pretty one
come talk to me
little bitty pretty one
come sit on my knee
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At a dentist's appointment today, my awesome, skydiving dental-hygenist was telling me why this song is sung slowly by people who know what they're doing with it; it's supposed to be a dirge. Followers of Bonnie Prince Charles were hanged in England, and their relatives would go to be there with them. The bodies were then returned to Scottland in carts with the heads on display by way of the High Road, however, as the relatives were usually poorer, they would be travelling along the Low Road, and would reach home faster without the public display, etc.
My mother was curious as to the origin of the song, and was subsequently cranky about my ruining her happier interpretation in the car to Borders, where we were to buy one of my summer reading books.
We were still discussing this when we walked into the store- my mother stopped suddenly, grabbed my arm and pointed at the ceiling, gaping. Guess which song was playing? It was eerie.
I need to doublecheck my info to be sure of its accuracy, but here are the lyrics, at least.


"Loch Lomond"

By yon bonnie banks,
And by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,
Where me and my true love
Were ever want to gae,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

Oh! ye'll take the high road and
I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye;
But me and my true love
Will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

'Twas then that we parted
In yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond,
Where in purple hue
The Highland hills we view,
And the moon coming out in the gloaming.

Oh! ye'll take the high road and
I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye;
But me and my true love
Will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

The wee birdie sang
And the wild flowers spring,
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping,
But the broken heart it kens
Nae second Spring again,
Tho' the waeful may cease frae their greeting.

Oh! ye'll take the high road and
I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye;
But me and my true love
Will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
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Carmina Burana:

"VERIS LAETA FACIES" -A spring song (Latin)

Veris laeta facies
mundo propinquatur.
Hiemalis acies
victa iam fugatur.
in vestitu vario Flora principatur,
nemorum dulcisono
quae cantu celebratur.

Florae fusus gremio
Phoebus novo more
risum dat, hoc vario
iam stipatae flore.
Zephyrus nectareo
spirans it odore.
certatim pro bravio
curramus in amore.

Cytharizat cantico
dulcis Philomena.
flore rident vario
prata iam serena.
salit coetus avium
silvae per amoena.
chorus promit virginum
iam gaudia millena.


The happy face of Spring comes to the world. The army of Winter, conquered, is now put to flight. In gay clothes Flora rules, and she is praised by the sweet sound of the woods.

Stretched out in the lap of Flora Phoebus in his new way laughs - she is now covered with these gay flowers. Zephyrus goes blowing the scent of nectar. In competition for the prize let us run in the race of love.

Sweet Philomela accompanies her song with the lyre. The fields, now bright, smile with gay flowers. A flock of birds hop through the pleasant places of the wood. A dancing band of girls now brings a thousand joys.

ECCE GRATUM (Another Spring song.)

Ecce gratum
et optatum
Ver reducit gaudia.
purpuratum
floret pratum.
Sol serenat omnia.
iamiam cedant tristia!
Aestas redit,
nunc recedit
Hiemis saevitia.

Iam liquescit
et decrescit
grando, nix et cetera.
Bruma fugit,
et iam sugit
Ver Aestatis ubera.
illi mens est misera,
qui nec vivit,
nec lascivit
sub Aestatis dextera.

Gloriantur
et laetantur
in melle dulcedinis
qui conantur,
ut utantur
praemio Cupidinis.
simus iussu Cypridis
gloriantes et
laetantes
pares esse Paridis.


Behold, the welcome and desirable Spring brings back joys. The brightly coloured meadow is in flower. The sun brightens everything. Now let sorrows depart! Summer returns, now the rage of Winter retires.

Now hail, snow and the rest turn to water and flow away. Winter flees and already Spring sucks at the breasts of Summer. He bears an unhappy heart who neither lives nor plays under Summer's right hand.

They who strive to enjoy the reward of Cupid rejoice and take pleasure in honey sweetness. Let us be at the command of the Cyprian (Venus), glorying and rejoicing to be the equals of Paris.

SI PUER CUM PUELLA (a dirty love ditty.)

Si puer cum puellula
moraretur in cellula,
felix coniunctio.
Amore succrescente,
pariter e medio
propulso procul taedio,
fit ludus ineffabilis
membris, lacertis, labiis.


If a boy lingers with a little girl in a cellar, their meeting is fortunate. As Love increases and for both (pariter) boredom is dispatched far from their midst, an indescribable game occurs with limbs, shoulders, lips.


The following translation of J.A. Symonds is rather free but captures the spirit of the original:


When a young man, passion-laden,
in a chamber meets a maiden,
then felicitous communion,
by Love's strain between the twain,
grows from forth their union;
for the game, it hath no name,
of lips, arms, and hidden charms.


More? Yes! )

http://www.tylatin.org/extras/cb5.html
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LYRICS: "Starman" ~ David Bowie,
Goodbye love
Didn’t know what time it was the lights were low oh how
I leaned back on my radio oh oh
Some cat was layin’ down some rock ’n’ roll ’lotta soul, he said
Then the loud sound did seem to fade a ade
Came back like a slow voice on a wave of phase ha hase
That weren’t no d.j. that was hazy cosmic jive

There’s a starman waiting in the sky
He’d like to come and meet us
But he thinks he’d blow our minds
There’s a starman waiting in the sky
He’s told us not to blow it
Cause he knows it’s all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie

I had to phone someone so I picked on you ho ho
Hey, that’s far out so you heard him too! o o
Switch on the tv we may pick him up on channel two
Look out your window I can see his light a ight
If we can sparkle he may land tonight a ight
Don’t tell your poppa or he’ll get us locked up in fright

There’s a starman waiting in the sky
He’d like to come and meet us
But he thinks he’d blow our minds
There’s a starman waiting in the sky
He’s told us not to blow it
Cause he knows it’s all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie

Starman waiting in the sky
He’d like to come and meet us
But he thinks he’d blow our minds
There’s a starman waiting in the sky
He’s told us not to blow it
Cause he knows it’s all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la


Portuguese Cover ~ Seu Jorge

A lua inteira agora e um manto negro
O fim das vozes no meu radio
Sao quatro ciclos no escuro deserto do ceu
Quero um machado pra quebrar o gelo
Quero acordar do sonho agora mesmo
Quero uma chance de tentar viver sem dor

Sempre estar la, e ver ele voltar
Nao era mais o mesmo, mas estava em seu lugar
Sempre estar la, e ver ele voltar
O tolo teme a noite como a noite vai temer o fogo
Vou chorar sem medo, vou lembrar do tempo
De onde eu via o mundo azul

A trajetoria escapa o risco nu
As nuvens queimam o ceu, nariz azul
Desculpe estranho, eu voltei mais puro do ceu
Na lua o lado escuro e sempre igual
No espaco a solidao e tao normal
Desculpe estranho, eu voltei mais puro do ceu

Sempre estar la, e ver ele voltar
Nao era mais o mesmo, mas estava em seu lugar
Sempre estar la, e ver ele voltar
O tolo teme a noite como a noite vai temer o fogo
Vou chorar sem medo, vou lembrar do tempo
De onde eu via o mundo azul
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MANOS, HUESOS Y SANGRE
(Hands, Bones and blood)
(Waltz for Frida Kahlo)
By Tish Hinojosa

Manos y huesos y sangre sería
(Crumbling hands, bones and blood)
Pero el corazón no muere
(Something in a heart lives forever)
Miles palabras en quieto pincel
(Thousand words painted by love's broken stroke)
Dueña y escalavade dos
(Master and slave you were both)
Ojos que sirven de espejo
(Eyes serving as our own mirror)
Pasión y dolor y placer
(Of passion and pleasure and pain)
Cara y disfraz que aparace
(Costume and face of a story)
Esos fracasos de ayer
(Bearing that yesterday's stain)
Madre de sueños y quien te dira
(Mother of dreams who could dare to predict)
Toda mujer sueña igual
(Women would dream by your name)
Aguila inquieta cadenas cairán
(Restless the eagle still chained by the wing)
Frida es tu descanso en paz?
(Frida are you sleeping in Peace)
© 1990, Manazo Music

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