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Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
As still, like dust, I'll rise.
Just like moons and just like suns,
counting on the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
I'll still rise.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
And still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Just like moons and just like suns,
counting With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
I'll still rise.
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Set, sun!
Tender touch
(We call it love, we try our luck)
We make it out alive
By chapter five
I’m a Capricone disaster
I’m a Capricorn,
You’re a Cancer
Let’s meet in the middle
To finish it faster
I’m just a Chilean
mining disaster
baby boy
Tell me if you can’t drive straight
like an aeroplane
and I’ll freeze your brain with mine
I’ll freeze it til the end of time
The more we spend
Is like the less we save
Is like breathing and romance
also work the same way
I’m no savior, God knows,
but I’m learning how to save
Picture this: it’s a love long gone
You’re a frail old girl with a past-tense
romance love-sick song
It’s all that stays strong
Tell me if you can’t drive straight
Like an aeroplane
And I’ll cross your veins with mine
Pull you out alive
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Si es casi una palabra, es la palabra.
Si casi una emoción, es la emoción.
Si casi lo intuías, ya lo sabes.
Ya casi adivinaste su color.
Casi está cerca de todo, por definición.
Si casi que hay un plan, ya tienes planes.
Si buscas, casi siempre encontrarás
Uniendo lo sencillo y lo complejo,
Es la frontera de la realidad.
Casi siempre, casi todo, casi más.
Casi siempre, casi todo, casi más.
Almost is close to all
Almost is close to all
Si ya casi está afinada la guitarra
Y si casi hace bailar esta canción,
Yo doy el paso que me lleva a casi.
Ya estoy allí, ya tengo lo mejor.
Casi está cerca de todo, por definición.
Yo supe que era amor desde el principio,
Y casi nos liamos en un fin.
Hay cosas que se saben improbables
Y encuentran la manera de existir.
Nada es casi, casi es todo para mí.
Nada es casi, casi es todo para mí.
Almost is close to all
Almost is close to all
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“Tu non puoi immaginare che cosa si prova. È una cosa orribile. Non sai più quello che devi fare... Sono cambiata, vero?
Sono... molto cambiata ”
(Monica Vitti)
E nel blu del cielo vedrò
Nero che
Non so se di demone, oh no!
O di rondine.
Se la fine scende così
Nell'azzurro dei fantasmi d'agosto
Non avrò
Che da aspettarla qui.
Fra le spoglie della felicità
Che mi hai dato con grazia antica
Io resto qui, nel blu.
Se io spreco estati così,
Fantasie, tramontana e zefiro
Fra noi, carte nautiche.
E perché anche senza di te
So gustare felicità da solo,
Il mare che non ho
Non mi manca più.
Se l'istante che vedrò arrivare qui
Fosse l'ultimo che mi è concesso
Lo vivrò così, nel blu.
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Cirque d'hiver
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“Je suis comme les trapézistes du Cirque d'Hiver. On n'est pas là pour montrer qu'on est on train de transpirer pendant des heures. On est là pour montrer que c'est facile”
(Michel Polnareff)
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Jue'n la joya las Torbiscas una siesta,
cuando'l sol achicharraba;
una sieta qu'entumía los sentíos
el bochorno de la calda;
sin arrullos de las tórtolas
ni continos sonsonetes de chicharras,
sin triníos de cogutas
y sin roncos gurrapeos de las ranas;
una siesta pa dormirla baj'un chopo,
paz'arriba, junt'al agua.
Tan siquiera
los oídos barruntaban,
con la zumba de los negros moscardones
y las negras telarañas,
chorrear los goterones derretíos
de la pringue de las jaras.
En un claro de la joya las Torbiscas
está Blas, el de la Juana,
mesmamente, de cuclillas, currucao
al sombrajo d'unas matas,
con la boca muy abierta
y los ojos encendíos como brasas.
Junt'al Blas están, cansinos y moörros,
los borregos que le jorman la piara,
y a la vera los borregos, dos mastines
con dos bocas que se páecen a dos fraguas
por su recio resoplá como los fuelles
y sus lenguas colorás como las llamas.
Blas recorta con cuidao
los canutos d'una caña,
porque Blas quiere jacé con los canutos
una flauta,
pa de noche, con la luna,
dir a dá su serenata
junt'al chozo donde duerme
Rosarillo, la zagala;
una moza con los ojos más oscuros
qu'una noche de borrasca,
más alegre que la risa
d'un regacho d'agua clara
y más güena que la Virgen de las Cruces,
la patrona de las Fiestas de la Raza.
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I miss my days in Badajoz
Every time I spot a stork
It might have arrived today
All the way from Scaredogs
Souls flee to give out songs
I also like to fly
A city is not just a city
A city is a state of mind
You can be part of Badajoz
From near, from far, or both
Just like Guadiana’s eyes
Things look different from outside
Souls flee to give out songs
I also like to fly
A city is not just a city
A city is a state of mind
A city is not just a city
A city is a state of mind
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Ha llegado el Circo Internacional
Nos instalaremos en la capital
Usaremos vuestros palacios
Son altos y espacio-
-sos para saltar y bailar
Como todo circo, una y otra vez,
Todo suena a nuevo, pero huele a ayer.
Solemos jurar lo imposible
Y hacerlo creíble
Vénganos a ver.
Nos reconocerán por dos leones
Hacen mimo con sendos balones
A las puertas de nuestro teatro
Hay una función de diez a cuatro
Nuestro circo tiene tres pistas
Más de cuatrocientos artistas
Con separación de carteles
Perversos y crueles
¡Payasos, faquires!
¡Domadores, trapecistas!
¡Tragasables, ilusionistas, escupefuegos,
lanzadores de navajas traperas
y la mujer bala!
Nos reconocerán por dos leones
Hacen mimo con sendos balones
A las puertas de nuestro teatro
Y la vida pasa en tres por cuatro
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Visez d'abord l'autre personne.
Écartez les bras 180.
Choisissez votre coté pile ou face
-c'est mieux si on ne pense
à rien-.
Enlèvez maintenant l'air qui sépare
votre corps du corps de votre cible
Serrez les bras. C'est pas pénible.
Faites jouer vos mains.
Pour vous en défaire,
faites juste marche arrière.
Reprenez normalement votre vie.
Ne reprimez pas les frissons
que, parfois, s'en suivent.
Puis, s'il vous plaît, remplissez
le questionnaire satisfaction.
N'ayez pas peur d'être le seul con.
Parfois, risquer, ça fait pas de mal.
Ignorez l'excuse qui vous taraude
d'invahir un espace
vital.
C'est pas nécessaire d'être marriés
ni d'être amis "sous serment de sang".
Allez-y! Tentez votre chance.
Ici, là, maintenant!
(par contre...)
Le produit est cher
-mais c'est l'coeur qui paie-
et puis les effects sécondaires
pouvant entraîner: chair de poule,
sueurs étrangeres,
fièvres ephémères et con-
tractures au niveux
des épaules.
Si jamais vous n'êtes
pas satisfait
le produit n'est pas remboursable
c'est parfois le prix d'investir
dans des trucs "touchables"
dans des affaires simples
dans le bonheur qui dépend
d'une étreinte.
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Soyons fous,
Like you’re let out of the zoo
As if you just came unscrewed
Ooh ooh…
soyons fous.
Soyons fous,
Like it’s all out of the blue
Like it’s only you to outdo
Ooh ooh…
soyons fous.
Going crazy to the point you can’t remember
Your daily piece of shitty pie
Goin’ so mad that every time you may surrender
You know it’s gonna be just fine
Soyons fous,
Like getting a new tattoo
Like start believing voodoo
Ooh ooh…
soyons fous.
Going crazy to the point you can’t remember
Your daily piece of shitty pie
Goin’ so mad that every time you may surrender
You know it’s gonna be just fine
Soyons fous,
Like wearing clothes you outgrew
(as long as you follow through)
Ooh ooh…
soyons fous.
Soyons fous,
Like take a crazy world view
As far as you can pursue
Ooh ooh…
soyons fous.
Soyons fous,
Like you’re let out of the zoo
As if you just came unscrewed
Ooh ooh…
soyons fous.
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Leben
02:29
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We travel slow
A trip takes a whole life time when one knows
how to make this pleasure last.
How to miss the bus.
Cause there is
no time to waste.
Like snails we hit the road slow, slow but straight.
As there is too much to see.
Don´t be fooled by speed.
In the end
we're kids, inside.
The very first excitement on a bike
is still at our fingertips.
As we're kids, aren't we?
Aren't we?
We travel slow
A trip takes a whole life time, when one knows
That there’s no such thing as race
If you book one-way.
Life’s today…
Pack up, move on.
Pay taxes in a country that you barely know.
Bakers, postmen, all these folks
will be your friends and smoke
pipe dreams and
be slow, so much
that you don't miss a taste, a sight,
a sound, a touch.
Nor the smell of cooking slow.
Bread, wine, cheese and such
were not made for rush!
We're kids, inside.
The very first excitement on a bike
is still at our fingertips.
As we're kids, aren't we?
Aren't we… ?
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...cause I'm Kali,
the Dark Mother.
Let me do my song for you:
For I am the Queen
without a country.
I am the light
that's lost the way.
I am the wandering soul to nowhere.
I am the road that never ends
I am a hill that keeps on climbing.
I am that killer on the road.
I am the worm in the apple of your eyeball.
I am glee, contempt and scorn.
And I feed glue to the horses of desire.
And I steal eggs from the early morning swan.
And I sink ships into the river of your bloodstream.
And I cut off the hands of your tabla-playing new born child
still silent and blue.
I cling to you.
I hold on to your pain.
I feed on your flesh
and I fed on your mummy too
and I eat you father's grave.
And I'll erase
every single last word
that did have meaning.
For I, I am Kali.
The Dark Mother.
And I feed glue to the horses of desire.
And I steal eggs from the early morning swan.
And I sink ships into the river of your bloodstream.
Cause I am Kali.
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Maybe one day, but all these places
are just passing me by
I stumble right in
and my feet don't stay there long
Maybe one day I'll find a place to settle down
But until then I'll keep on wandering
Maybe one day, but time keeps drifting
and no one takes pause
I don't know why they don't ask,
everyone stays in their place.
Maybe one day I'll be the one to change
But until then I'll keep on wandering
I'm waiting for the stars to come out tonight
But I don't know if I can wait that long
And my eyes once opened wide are now tired and searching
Going again, looking for something new
Maybe one day, but right now there are still adventures to be had
There will be plenty of time for sitting still in one place.
Maybe one day I'll be the one to wait
I'm waiting for the stars to come out tonight
But I don't know if I can wait that long
And my eyes once opened wide are now tired and searching
So here it goes again, looking for something new
Maybe one day, but all these places are just passing me by
I stumble right in and my feet don't stay there long
Maybe one day I'll stop and settle down
But until then I'll keep on wandering
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