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sábado, 1 de agosto de 2026




Maybe, if I pray every night
You'll come back to me
And maybe, if I cry everyday
You'll come back to stay
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, maybe
(maybe,maybe maybe)


Maybe, if I hold your hand
I'd be at your command
And maybe, if I kissed your lips
You'll be at my command
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, maybe
(maybe maybe maybe)


I've prayed and prayed, to the Lord
To send you back, my love
But instead, you came to me
Only in.... my-y-y dreams


Maybe, if I pray every night
You'll come back to me
And maybe, if I cry every day
You'll come back to stay
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, maybe


(Maybe, maybe maby)
Maybe (maybe maybe maybe)
Maybe (maybe maybe maybe)
Maybe (maybe maybe maybe)

quarta-feira, 22 de julho de 2026

sábado, 18 de julho de 2026

I smell a rat, baby

I smell a rat, baby
I smell a rat, baby
You better watch out

I smell a rat, baby

You won't tell me where you beenWhiskey runnin' on down to gin
I smell a rat, babyI smell a rat, babyYou better watch outI smell a rat, baby
You came stumblin' down the hallYou bumped your head up against the wallKnocked out drunk, that ain't allI know you been havin' yourself a ball
I smell a rat, babyI smell a rat, babyYou better watch outI smell a rat, baby
Oh, you better smell that ratOh, look at them old pillow rats walkin' aroundOh, I know you're knocked out, but that's alrightOh, you big ol' house ratOh, look out there, rat, don't fool with me
You won't tell me you been no placeFingernails scratchin' all over your face
I smell a rat, babyI smell a rat, babyYou better watch outI smell a rat, baby
Well, oh, that old ratI'll get me some rat poison to take care of you, babyNow, I know what you puttin' downOut on the other side of town
Oh, smell a rat, babyOoh, great big ratBetter watch outI smell a ratI smell a ratOh, smelly ratBig rat
Compositores: Jerry Leiber / Mike Stoller

sexta-feira, 17 de julho de 2026

“I want to know how it feels / 'Cause I / I only play act for-real”




 I

I think I know how I feel'Cause II only play it for-realYou should be picking me upInstead you're dragging me downFlying over my headYou're landing all over town
YouYou know that I tryTry to tell you the truthOh baby don't make me cryYou should be picking me upInstead you're dragging me downNow I'm missing you more (more)'Cause baby you're not aroundNow that you're not around
II want to know how it feels'Cause II only play for-realYou should be picking me upInstead your dragging me downI could be giving you love (love)But you're not aroundGlad that you're not aroundGlad that you're not aroundGlad that you're not aroundGlad that you're not aroundGlad that you're not aroundGlad that you're not aroundGlad that you're not aroundGlad that you're not aroundGlad that you're not aroundGlad that you're not aroundGlad that you're not aroundGlad that you're not aroundGlad that you're not aroundGlad that you're not around

Compositores: Anton A Newcombe

quarta-feira, 15 de julho de 2026

quinta-feira, 9 de julho de 2026

I can't seem to make you mine | The Seeds


I can't seem to make you mine

Kiss and run all the timeFlyin' around like a beeHurtin' everything you seeI tried everything I knowTo make you wanna love me soThe only thing you doIs try to put the hurt on me
Can't you see what you're doin' to meYou fill my heart with miseryWith every breath and step I takeI'm more in love with you
I can't go on like thisA little bit of love, not one kissI gotta have your love everydayA love that's real that'll stay
I can't seem to make you mineI can't seem to make you mine
I can't seem to make you mineI can't seem to make you mine
Come back, baby, to meEnd my miseryI give you love night and dayDon't ever ever go away
I can't seem to make you mineI can't seem to make you mine
Come back baby, 'cause I'm all aloneCome back darlin', 'cause I need your loveCome back, 'cause I wanna love yaGirl, I wanna love ya tonight
I can't seem to make you mineI can't seem to make you mineI can't seem to make you mineI can't seem to make you mine


 

segunda-feira, 6 de julho de 2026


 


 You ain't nothin' but a hound dog
You ain't nothin' but a hound dog
Cryin' all the time

Just cryin' all the time

Well, you ain't never caught no rabbitAnd you ain't no friend of mineWell, they said you was high-classedWell, that was just a lie
Yeah they said you was high-classedWell, that was just a lieYeah, you ain't never caught no rabbitAnd you ain't no friend of mine
You ain't nothin' but a hound dogCryin' all the timeYou ain't nothin' but a hound dogCryin' all the time
Well, you ain't never caught no rabbitAnd you ain't no friend of mine
Well they said you was high-classedWell, that was just a lieYeah, they said you was high-classedWell, that was just a lieWell, you ain't never caught no rabbitAnd you ain't no friend of mine
Well they said you was high-classedWell, that was just a lieYou know they said you was high-classedWell, that was just a lieYeah, you ain't never caught no rabbitAnd you ain't no friend of mine
You ain't nothin' but a hound dogCryin' all the timeYou ain't nothin' but a hound dogCryin' all the timeWell, you ain't never caught no rabbitYou ain't no friend of mine

''The original singer of "Hound Dog" is American blues and R&B artist Big Mama Thornton (Willie Mae Thornton). She recorded the track on August 13, 1952, and it was released in early 1953.


While Elvis Presley made the song a global rock-and-roll phenomenon when he released his version in 1956, Thornton’s original recording—produced by Johnny Otis and written by Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller—was a massive R&B hit''

domingo, 5 de julho de 2026


 

Penderecki: Threnody for the Victims of Hiroshima




 


 I Never Asked to Be Your Mountain
 Tim Buckley ‧ 1967

I never asked to be a mountain, I never asked to fly
Remember when you came to me and told me of his lie?
You didn't understand my love, you don't know why I try
And rain was falling on that day, and I'm the reason why
The flying placey sails the tide and tells me of my childWrapped in bitter tales and heartache, he begs me just to smileOh, he never asked to be a mountain, he never asked to flyAnd through his eye he combs his love and tells him not to cry
She says, "Your scoundrel father flies with a dancer called the queenAnd with her stolen cards he plays and laughs but never wins"Oh, the child dreams to be his hands in the counting of his painBut only barren breasts he feels for her milk will never drain
As I fly I can't rememberWhere I saw the rainCould it be that a laughter drove me down again?
Charming dancer, will you stop, stop and talk to me?Is it me that you feel in your dreams, or will you see?In midnight gazes I found you far from meIf you lead me on, please lead me down
Oh, flying, flying fish, please flutter by my doorYes, you can drink my lines, but first you read my eyesEach one is titled "I'm Drowning Back to You"I can't swim your waters and you can't walk my landsI'm sailing all your sins and I'm climbing all my fearsAnd soon I will die
I never asked to be a mountain, I never asked to flyRemember when you came to me and told me of his lie?You didn't understand my love, you don't know why I try

Lonely Fire


 

Nucleus - Alleycat - Full album - (1975)


 


 

Francis Alÿs, Cuentos Patrioticos (Patriotic Tales), 1997


 


 

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