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ANDREA BOCELLI lyrics - Sentimento


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L’aurora di bianco vestita Già l’uscio dischiude al gran sol; Di già con le rosee sue dita Carezza de’ fiori lo stuol! Commosso da un fremito arcano Intorno il creato già par; E tu non ti desti, ed invano Mi sto qui dolente a cantar. Metti anche tu la veste bianca E schiudi l’uscio al tuo cantor! Ove non sei la luce manca; Ove tu sei nasce l’amor. Commosso da un fremito arcano Intorno il creato già par; E tu non ti desti, ed invano Mi sto qui dolente a cantar. Ove non sei la luce manca; Ove tu sei nasce l’amor. [Morning Serenade] Dawn, dressed in white, already opens the door to broad daylight; already, with her rosy fingers, she caresses the multitude of flowers! All around, creation seems stirred by a mysterious shiver; and you do not awaken; and in vain I stay here, aching to sing. Put on your white dress too, and open the door to your minstrel! Where you are not, sunlight is missing; where you are love dawns. All around, creation seems stirred by a mysterious shiver; and you do not awaken; and in vain I stay here, aching to sing. Where you are not, sunlight is missing;

Stay (Boy Better Know Mix)

JAY SEAN "All Or Nothing"
[Chorus: Jay Sean] No No No No No No I Can't Take No More Of This When I'm Knock Knock Knockin On Your Door Askin If Your Still Vacant Won't You Stay-Ay-Ay-Ay-Ay-Ay-Ay-Ay-Ay-Ay-Ay Won't You Stay-Ay-Ay-Ay Won't You Stay [Frisco:] Here Wat I'm Sayin Yeah Ask Her 1 More Time If She's Stayin Then Stay If She's Goin Then Go Fighting, Arguing, Lieing, No That's All Long Like Going, Go Forget The Lock-Lock-Lockin Makin A Single Neighbours R Clockin You Need 2 Take Control Make Her Know If She Dnt Open Up The Door Your Boppin Honestly If She Ain't On It Den Long It Make Her Know Who Is The Boss Like Norris Comin Like She Dnt Kno Mans Presedential She Must Want Mans 2 Run Off Like Sonic The Likkle Man Hypin & Fightin Is Long Make Her Kno Frm Now That You Jus Ain't On It Tell Her Dnt Get It Wrong, Jus Try Get Along If Nt Bounce 2 Your Show In Norwhich. [Chorus] [Skepta:] Yo, You Need 2 Start Actin Colder 4 No Reason She's Givin You The Cold Shoulder Bt Wen U Dnt Anser The Door She Starts Investigatin Like Sully & Moler If She Sed It's Ova, Den It's Ova Tell Er She's Lucky Lyk A 4 Leaf Clover Bt U Keep On Ringin Her Nokia Worst Thing About It She's On... Dnt Kall Her Dnt Ring Bak Get Your Car & Your Diamond Ring Bak Look Hw Many Songs U Sang 2 The Girl And She Knt Book Studio Time N Sing Bak (Leave Her) Get Your Old Ting Bak I Dnt Kno Y U Evn Started 2 Link Dat U Need 2 Listen 2 Me Jammer, Chips & Frisc 4Get The Beef Allow The Big Mac. [Chorus] [Chipmunk:] If She's Sayin She Dnt Wna Stay No More Creep Dwnstairs Lock The Door You Knt Have Him Bt Dnt Panic 2 Days Along She Won't Manage Wagwarn 4 Girls These Days Like As If We Knt Get Girls These Days 1 Likkle Passa, 2 Likkle Problem 3rd Time Round, You 2 Beg Em Stay No You Need 2 Low It Remind Her Who Wears The Trousers These Women 4Gettin There Roles Tell Her I Said No You Role N Pose She Sees The Reactions Wen U Do Shows Females Flexin Like There Brainless Fam It's Nt Like Your Nameless P.S Do Nt 4Get Your Famous. [Chorus] [Jammer:] Why Do Girls Always Wna Talk About Leavin She Said She's Gone Agen And Dis Time She's Gone More Further Then Ealing Dnt Watch Dat She'll Back By The Evening Dnt Hold Your Breath Kos You Mite Stop Breathing And If She's Gone In The End Then Wat You Achieving Girls Only Leave Kos They Watch Your Decieving Nw Shes Got Wat She Wants So She Packs Up Her Bags N Opens The Door N Tlks About Breezing That's Why I'm Cold... Get That Cash Money Get Them G's In Play Your Cards Right Kno Wt Your Dealing Dnt Try 2 Propose Wen Your Kneeling Kos Your Hearts Gna Need Alot More Then Healing. [Chorus]


JAMES MCMURTRY "Childish Things"
The in-laws are waiting the games have begun The cell phone keeps ringing 'don't answer it hon' The whole thing's arranged just to aggravate Dad And it's amateur day on the old super slab The kids are strapped down like a half load of pipe All safe in their car seats they fuss and they gripe Well you can't hardly blame 'em it must be a bitch Counting the crosses off down in the ditch This one's got flowers, this one's got a wreath This one's got a name painted down underneath Was the road all iced up, were they going too fast Here's five in a circle left from the last holiday Holiday There's a three-trailer rig just a throwin' up spray Not legal to run on this kind of a day But god damn the smokies and the four wheelers too Stay offa my bumpers or the same goes for you There'll be none for him He that wants it the most As he hauls it on out to the Oregon coast No turkey no gravy no Zinfandel wine You just stay over right and we'll get along fine He's missing the football, missing the fun He'd play with the grandkids but he's off on a run And some hat's on the radio singing his song But it don't make a damn He's in for a long holiday Holiday Now granny she's yelling She's ready to eat She's havin' conniptions 'Cause they won't take their seats But she's got 'em all gathered now under one roof With her camcorder loaded She's gonna get proof But do you have to wear that Well I just don't see why Please pass the potatoes Aw eat shit and die Did you hear about Ellen, she's leaving, you know How 'bout those Packers, think it'll snow? And the minute it's over they'll scatter like quail Off down the freeway in the teeth of a gale Silent and shattered And numb to the core They count themselves lucky They got through one more holiday Holiday The highway patrolman He stands in the rain He just lets it run down to soften the stain Of the blood on his pant leg From working that wreck And he won't forget it In time for the next holiday Departing Chicago at 9:52 In clean desert camo all baggy and loose Sits an Iowa Guardsman alone by the gate The place sure looked different, in 1968 When he traveled with mom, first time on a plane To visit some kin, he's forgotten their names But he remembers the soldiers, still in their teens In their spit polished boots and their pressed army greens With the creases so sharp, and their faces so smooth But their eyes looked so heavy, he wondered how they could move Now he's got that same look, like his insides are black He's in his mid forties and he has to go back And he can't even smoke while he waits for his plane The uniform's different, but the mission remains To do like they tell you, don't make a fuss Why's not an issue, so don't think too much You just do what you have to, shut up and drive If you come apart later, well at least you're alive You can get you some help, you can deal with it then And life will be better, 'til it happens again 'Cause there's something inside us that won't let us be In stalks through our days 'til it's too dark to see And it's damn near as deadly as Texans on ice Lord don't they beat all Y'all have a nice holiday

Where Are You Now, My Son?

JOAN BAEZ "Where Are You Now, My Son?"
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die But dawn bleeds with the people here and morning skies are red As young girls load up bicycles with flowers for the dead An aging woman picks along the craters and the rubble A piece of cloth, a bit of shoe, a whole lifetime of trouble A sobbing chant comes from her throat and splits the morning air The single son she had last night is buried under her They say that the war is done Where are you now, my son? An old man with unsteady gait and beard of ancient white Bent to the ground with arms outstretched faltering in his plight I took his hand to steady him, he stood and did not turn But smiled and wept and bowed and mumbled softly, "Danke shoen" The children on the roadsides of the villages and towns Would stand around us laughing as we stood like giant clowns The mourning bands told whom they'd lost by last night's phantom messenger And they spoke their only words in English, "Johnson, Nixon, Kissinger" Now that the war's being won Where are you now, my son? The siren gives a running break to those who live in town Take the children and the blankets to the concrete underground Sometimes we'd sing and joke and paint bright pictures on the wall And wonder if we would die well and if we'd loved at all The helmetless defiant ones sit on the curb and stare At tracers flashing through the sky and planes bursting in air But way out in the villages no warning comes before a blast That means a sleeping child will never make it to the door The days of our youth were fun Where are you now, my son? From the distant cabins in the sky where no man hears the sound Of death on earth from his own bombs, six pilots were shot down Next day six hulking bandaged men were dazzled by a room Of newsmen. Sally keep the faith, let's hope this war ends soon In a damaged prison camp where they no longer had command They shook their heads, what irony, we thought peace was at hand The preacher read a Christmas prayer and the men kneeled on the ground Then sheepishly asked me to sing "They Drove Old Dixie Down" Yours was the righteous gun Where are you now, my son? We gathered in the lobby celebrating Chrismas Eve The French, the Poles, the Indians, Cubans and Vietnamese The tiny tree our host had fixed sweetened familiar psalms But the most sacred of Christmas prayers was shattered by the bombs So back into the shelter where two lovely women rose And with a brilliance and a fierceness and a gentleness which froze The rest of us to silence as their voices soared with joy Outshining every bomb that fell that night upon Hanoi With bravery we have sun But where are you now, my son? Oh people of the shelters what a gift you've given me To smile at me and quietly let me share your agony And I can only bow in utter humbleness and ask Forgiveness and forgiveness for the things we've brought to pass The black pyjama'd culture that we tried to kill with pellet holes And rows of tiny coffins we've paid for with our souls Have built a spirit seldom seen in women and in men And the white flower of Bac Mai will surely blossom once again I've heard that the war is done Then where are you now, my son?

Ed Is Sexy

And if the water dries, the ground shakes and the sky turns black If it was all over this minute, this second, is there something that you’d regret? If we were written as a story, actors portrayed us in a movie Our lives sung in a song on the radio Would it make you want to sing along? Would it show us all a reason to stay strong? Alright… And if I could change all that I have become If I could take all the anger and the hate and just give it right back to where it came from I know somewhere I’d find an audience; I know I’d still find a stage That would make me want to sing along That would show us all a reason to stay strong Do an audience and judgment replace this ticking like a mine? I look stage left and I look stage right This is our same move, just a different night And it goes… I have lost it all and I have found again All of my reasons It’s trickling to an end Let the saints with me be taken as self-definition Am I getting through to you? America Oh I’m not sick searching in America And in this we celebrate all that is not okay I don’t know what I believe in I don’t know where I belong So I scream at the top of my lungs and I run in every direction

Morris' Nightmare

Down in the islands where the happy folks stay Everybody do what Bwana Jim say He say its ok, it's ok You can do what you wanna Do what you like Twist a big ol' number Ride a motorbike It's alright, It's alright Dance to the drum Drink a lot of rum Love till you come to a stop Swing like a monkey in a coconut tree Sing like the dolphins in the deep blue sea Sing it's alright, it's alright [Spoken:] 'How does Fred Neil do it? Come on Jay Spell' You know people in the city got nowhere to go They used to go to bars now they go to Discos No, no, no disco (uh-uh, no) They never see the sun They hardly see the moon They barely see the ground 'til the snow melts in June Uptight, It's out of sight So they save a little money Take a little trip They only see the islands from a tacky cruise ship Buy a little liquor Buy some sea shells Husband tries to sleep Wife just yells Morris, you can sleep when you get home Down in the islands where the happy folks stay Everybody do what Biwana man say He say its ok, it's ok It's alright, it's alright Do what you wanna, do what you like

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