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Clannad lyrics - Clannad 2

Teidhir Abhaile Riu

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[From Gerard Manning's List of Clannad Lyrics] Curfá (Chorus) Tà ir abhaile riú Tà ir abhaile riú Tà ir abhaile riú Mhary Tà ir abhaile riú 's fan sa bhaile Mar tá do mhargadh dà anta. VERSE Is cuma cà dhein à nó nár dhein Is cuma cà dhein à Mhary Is cuma cà dhein à nó nár dhein mar Tá do mhargadh dà anta. Curfá Pós an piobaire Pós an piobaire Pós an piobaire Mhary Pós an piobaire dtús na hoíche Is beidh sà agat ar maidin. Curfá Níl do mmhargadh Tá do mharghad Níl mo mhardadh dà anta Tá do mhargadh Níl do mhargadh Tá do mhargadh dà anta

She's Sure Taking It Well

Kevin Sharp "Measure Of A Man"
(Chris Farren/Kevin Sharp) I¡¯m proud of my history, proud of my home But there comes a time in a young boy¡¯s life When he feels he¡¯s got to roam Daddy says I¡¯m crazy, Mama thinks I¡¯m naive But if I don¡¯t do it now then I¡¯ll never leave ¡®Cause I¡¯ve driven every back road in this part of the state Ain¡¯t a girl in my graduation class that I didn¡¯t date Tried everything on the menu down at Fiddler¡¯s Bar Grill I got a taste for something this town will never fill There¡¯s a great big world out there for me to see I might sail a boat to China, chase dreams in Tennessee Right now the motor¡¯s running, just a few things I gotta do Tell my friends goodbye Drive these streets for one last time Change that city limit sign To Population 4000 Minus 1 Gonna see the bright lights, gonna make my mark So many things I¡¯ve got to do I don¡¯t know where to starts Play cards in Vegas, walk the beach at Malibu Learn a few things that I never knew There¡¯s a great big world out there for me to see Might play for the ¡¯49ers, Mardi Gras in New Orleans Right now the motor¡¯s running, just a few things I gotta do Tell my friends goodbye Drive these streets for one last time Change that city limit sign To Population 4000 Minus 1 Now I¡¯m stuck in New York City, staring at these walls Thinking how the grass out here ain¡¯t that green at all Ain¡¯t that green at all There¡¯s a great big world out there for me to see I might wed a farmers daughter and raise a family Right now the clock is ticking, just a few things I gotta do Tell my friends goodbye Ride that subway one last time Change that city limit sign To Population 12 Million Minus 1 To Population 12 Million Minus 1 Coming home, coming home

Choo Choo Ch

JOHN DENVER "All Aboard!"
This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the Poems, Prayers and Promises album, is also available on The Country Roads Collection album and has also been rerecorded on All Aboard! album. Riding on the City of New Orleans Illinios Central, Monday morning rail 15 cars and 15 restless riders 3 conductors and 25 sacks of mail All along a southbound odyssey The train pulls out of Kankakee Rolls along past houses, farms and fields Passing trains that have no name Freight yards full of old black men The graveyards of the rusted automobiles Singing good morning America, how are you? Saying, don't you know me I¡¯m your native son? I¡¯m the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done Dealing cards with the old men in the club car Penny a point, ain¡¯t no one keeping score Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle Feel the wheels a rumbling ¡¯neath the floor And the sons of Pullman porters And the sons of engineers Ride their fathers¡¯ magic carpet made of steel And mothers with their babes asleep Rockin¡¯ to the gentle beat And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel Singing good morning America, how are you? Saying don¡¯t you know me, I'm your native son? I¡¯m the train they call the City of New Orleans I¡¯ll be gone 500 miles when the day is done Nighttime on the City of New Orleans Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee Halfway home and we¡¯ll be there by morning Through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea But all the towns and people seem To fade into a bad dream And the steel rails still ain¡¯t heard the news The conductor sings his song again The passengers will please refrain This train has got the disappearing railroad blues Singing good morning America, how are you? Saying don¡¯t you know me, I'm your native son? I¡¯m the train they call the City of New Orleans I¡¯ll be gone 500 miles when the day is done Words and Music by Steve Goodman

El D De La Bestia

Extremoduro
Abre la puerta que soy el diablo y que vengo con perras; abre chiquilla, las piemas que vengo a clavarte semillas. Como cada día en el infierno me aburria y me filí de bar en bar; vi a la virgen Maria, cansada de ser virgen, metida en un portal. Si llega la policía no es pecado, vida mía, ponerse a disparar, guardé la artillería, es que me estoy haciendo viejo y ya empiezo a razonar. ¡Como me vuelvas a tocar! ¡Alógrame el día, voy a merendar! ¡Como me vuelvas a decir! ¡que me quieres, claro, y yo también a tí! El patio de mi casa es particular cuando llueve se moja, como los demás. El patio de mi casa está lleno de tios, unos son malincuentes y otros asesinos. ¡Eih, colega, ¿hacemos una banda? -¿pa qué? - ¿pa qué va a ser? pa hacer una matanza, quiero ser carnicero con nuestros carceleros. Ya llega el olor, meto la cabeza y ya no hay más que hablar. Me gustaría sonreir pero no tengo tantas drogas hoy aquí. Si me quieres arrodillar, córtame las piernas y aún podré volar. ¡Eih tío que me tienes harto! ¡Que yo me como a dios por una pata! ¡Que tú no sabes con quién te juegas los cuartos! ¡Conmigo y tranquilo! soy un hombre bueno en todos los sentidos. Pero es que como cada día en el infiemo me aburría me vine a malear; vi a la virgen Maria, cansada de ser virgen, metiendo en un portal. Si llega la policía no es pecado, vida mia, ponerse a disparar, saqué la artilleda y me falló la puntería y le metí al dueño del bar. ............................................................. Desde los cuatro puntos cardinales me llegan todos los vientos no sé lo que me pasa que tengo todos los aires metidos en el cuerpo.

Body In The Trunk

Capone-N-Noreaga/Noreaga/N.O.R.E. "N.O.R.E."
Verse 1 (Noreaga) Got out the mall yo This weeded cat rockin a fade In my face askin can he see the grenade I woulda¡¯ let him see it The way he came across I said nah, beat it Steph told me buck him When I reacted Will said chill fuck him Yo it¡¯s a small world ya know that we¡¯ll see him again He said fuck you I said what, repeat it again (Nas) Chill son you¡¯re weeded again Slow down god you¡¯re speedin again Face lookin like you¡¯re fiendin for hen Who that wit you, hide the gat yo nigga come here You got a pistol that must mean you slingin again (Noreaga) Hey yo fuck it yo, I bucked him son Cause he was on some stupid shit Thinking he the real thing When he was just a duplicate Saying that he hate our clique Hate our shit Hate the Firm album and the CNN clique He said he hate you and wish you ain¡¯t have a six He had coliseum jewelry no tito tricks (Nas) That¡¯s what he supposed to get Nigga play you close he gets hit Laying in dirt for something you say you get hurt Fuck around though, probably with some old school shit How bad you hit him up god? You he¡¯s ghost and shit? Chorus (Noreaga) Yo it¡¯s a body in the trunk son So what¡¯s it gonna be A nigga layin dead cause he came for me Yo it¡¯s a body in the trunk son So what¡¯s it gonna be A nigga layin dead cause he came for me Verse 2 (Noreaga) I had the Queens hoodie on wit the blood on my sleeve Gave that nigga one offer he could take or he leave But it¡¯s a body in the trunk son it¡¯s getting scary What if police pull us over and smell that corpse? Yo send it, go in the trunk light an incense Spray the lysol all over the car I know you wasn¡¯t dead then but you¡¯re hear now paul Yo it happened like an hour or two I showered wit boo Wasted a little time Didn¡¯t want to disturb you (Nas) For some reason yo I couldn¡¯t sleep Yo slept with my heat Yo you think you in some movie shit son? I think you¡¯re losing it Pop the trunk who¡¯s the kid? You really had to buck him? You couldn¡¯t just snuff him? Yo he had to lose his wig? Fuck you bring him here for? What you think I could do? Somebody could¡¯ve followed you Fuck it nigga I¡¯ll ride wit you Some real niggas gonna do what we gotta do Slide in this wip and we out Empty the clip in his mouth fuck it That¡¯s how we move in this game Rulin this game Niggas stayin true to this game Chorus (Noreaga) Yo it¡¯s a body in the trunk son So what¡¯s it gonna be A nigga layin dead cause he came for me Yo it¡¯s a body in the trunk son So what¡¯s it gonna be A nigga layin dead cause he came for me Verse 3 (Noreaga) Yo son I shot him in the parking lot Right in the mall If I would have left the body The police would have crawled Yo I did that Chopped the body up Fuck the chit chat (Nas) Kick back (Noreaga) I just lit up so here hit that Pull over somewhere god Where I could piss at (Nas) Pop the trunk let a nigga see who it is (Noreaga) Not now son maintain and stick to the biz (Nas) Yo you hidin it, let a nigga know what he ridin wit (Noreaga) A¡¯ight son, calm down calm down Chill (let me see the nigga) I¡¯m a let you see the nigga man (Turn him around) Turn him over ya know what I¡¯m sayin (Oh yeah, oh yeah I know that man) Word? (Nas) Nigga name known Just came home Thought he cut his shit Stiarwaves on nigga kept it on some rugged shit (Noreaga) Yo son the way you¡¯re talking make it sound like y¡¯all cool Like you and this nigga used to go to school Back in 204 son tell me its not (Nas) Yo pop chill the way he had his soul on the rock He was on top (Noreaga) Locked from the bottom to top Now this nigga just layin our trunk straight popped We need a spot where we can dump him Without no noise My niggas ain¡¯t tryin to alert no boys (Nas) This ain¡¯t no game god Dump his body in the train yard Under the seven line We couldn¡¯t have picked a better time (Noreaga) The way he actin He acting like he dead Chorus (Noreaga) Yo it¡¯s a body in the trunk son So what¡¯s it gonna be A nigga layin dead cause he came for me Yo it¡¯s a body in the trunk son So what¡¯s it gonna be A nigga layin dead cause he came for me ¡¡

Cambalache

JULIO IGLESIAS "Tango"
Que el mundo fue y será una porquería, ya lo sé... ¡En el quinientos seis y en el dos mil también! Que siempre ha habido chorros, maquiavelos y estafaos, contentos y amargaos, varones y dublé.... Pero que el siglo veinte es un despliegue de maldad insolente ya no hay quien lo niegue. Vivimos revolcaos en un merengue y en el mismo lodo todos manoseaos... ¡Hoy resulta que es lo mismo ser derecho que traidor!... ¡Ignorante, sabio, chorro generoso o estafador!... ¡Todo es igual! ¡Nada es mejor! ¡Lo mismo un burro que un gran profesor! No hay aplazaos ni escalafón, los inmorales nos han igualao. Si uno vive en la impostura y otro roba en su ambición, da lo mismo que sea cura, colchonero, rey de bastos, caradura o polizón ... ¡Qué falta de respeto, qué atropello a la razón! ¡Cualquiera es un señor! ¡Cualquiera es un ladrón! Mezclao con Stavisky va Don Bosco y La Mignon Don Chio y Napoleón, Carnera y San Martín... Igual que en la vidriera irrespetuosa de los cambalaches se ha mezclao la vida y herida por un sable sin remache ves llorarla Biblia contra un calefón. ¡Siglo veinte cambalache problemático y febril! El que no llora no mama y el que no afana es un gil. ¡Dale nomás! ¡dale que va! ¡Que allá en el horno nos vamo a encontrar! No pienses más, sentate a un lao. Que a nadie importa si naciste honrao. Es lo mismo el que labura noche y día, como un buey, que el que vive de los otros, que el que mata, que el que cura, o está fuera de la ley.

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