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Cat Power

Lived In Bars

We've lived in bars
And danced on tables
Hotel trains and ships that sail
We swim with sharks
And fly with aeroplanes in the air

Send in the trumpets
The marching wheelchairs
Open the blankets and give them some air
Swords and arches bones and cement
The light and the dark of the innocent of men

We know your house so very well
And we will wake you once we've walked up
All your stairs

There's nothing like living in a bottle
And nothing like ending it all for the world
We're so glad you will come back
Every living lion will lay in your lap
The kid has a homecoming the champion the horse
Who's going to play drums, guitar or organ with chorus
As far as we've walked from both of ends of the sand
Never have we caught a glimpse of this man

We know your house so very well
And we will bust down your door if you're not there

We've lived in bars
And danced on tables
Hotel trains and ships that sail
We swim with sharks
And fly with aeroplanes out of here

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Bob Dylan

Masters of War

Composição: Bob Dylan

Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

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B.B. King and Eric Clapton

Riding With The King







Composição: John Hiatt

I dreamed I had a good job and I got well paid.
I blew it all at the penny arcade.
A hundred dollars on a kewpie doll.
No pretty chick is gonna make me crawl.


Get on a TWA to the promised land.
Every woman, child and man
Gets a Cadillac and a great big diamond ring.
Don't you know you're riding with the king?


He's on a mission of mercy to the new frontier,
He's gonna check us all on out of here.
Up to that mansion on a hill
Where you can get your prescription filled.


Get on a TWA to the promised land.
Everybody clap your hands.
And don't you just love the way that he sings?
Don't you know we're riding with the king?
Riding with the king.
Don't you know we're riding with the king?


A tuxedo and shiny 335.
You can see it in his face, the blue never lie.
Tonight everybody's getting their angel wings.
And don't you know we're riding with the king?


I stepped out of Mississippi when I was ten years old
With a suit cut sharp as a razor and a heart made of gold.
I had a guitar hanging just about waist high
And I'm gonna play this thing until the day I die.


Don't you know we're riding with the king?
Don't you know we're riding with the king?
Riding, you're riding with the king.
You're riding, you're riding with the king.

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Frank Sinatra and Celine Dion

All the Way

When somebody loves you
Its no good unless he loves you..
All the way
Happy to be near you
When you need someone to cheer you
All the way

Taller than the tallest tree is
Thats how its got to feel
Deeper than the deep blue sea is
Thats how deep it goes if its real

When somebody needs you
Its no good unless he needs you
All the way

Through the good or lean years
And for all those in between years
Come what may

Who knows where the road will lead us
Only a fool would say
But if you let me love you
Its for sure I'm gonna love you
All the way

All the way....

So if you let me love you
Its for sure I'm gonna love you
All the way
All.. The ... Way......

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Yusuf Islam (Cat Stevens)

Father & Son

It's not time to make a change
Just relax, take it easy
You're still young, that's your fault
There's so much you have to know
Find a girl, settle down
If you want, you can marry
Look at me, I am old
But I'm happy

I was once like you are now
And I know that it's not easy
To be calm when you've found
Something going on
But take your time, think a lot
I think of everything you've got
For you will still be here tomorrow
But your dreams may not

How can I try to explain
When I do he turns away again
And it's always been the same
Same old story
From the moment I could talk
I was ordered to listen
Now there's a way and I know
That I have to go away
I know I have to go

It's not time to make a change
Just sit down and take it slowly
You're still young that's your fault
There's so much you have to go through
Find a girl, settle down
If you want, you can marry
Look at me, I am old
But I'm happy

All the times that I've cried
Keeping all the things I knew inside
And it's hard, but it's harder
To ignore it
If they were right I'd agree
But it's them they know, not me
Now there's a way and I know
That i have to go away
I know I have to go

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Miles Davis and John Coltrane

So What

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Gal Costa Ao Vivo

Coisa Mais Linda

e

As Time Goes By

COISA MAIS LINDA

Composição: Carlos Lyra / Vinícius de Moraes

 

Coisa mais bonita é você,

Assim,

Justinho você

Eu juro,eu não sei porque você

Você é mais bonita que a flor,

Quem dera,

A primavera da flor

Tivesse todo esse aroma de beleza que é o amor

Perfumando a natureza,

Numa forma de mulher

Porque tão linda assim não existe a flor

Nem mesmo a cor não existe

E o amor

Nem mesmo o amor existe

Porque tão linda assim não existe

A flor

Nem mesmo a cor não existe

E o amor,

Nem mesmo o amor existe

 

 

AS TIME GOES BY

Composição: Herman Hupfeld

You must remember this

A kiss is still a kiss

A sigh is just a sigh

The fundamental things apply

As time goes by

 

And when two lovers woo

They still say "I love you"

On that you can rely

No matter what the future brings

As time goes by

 

Moonlight and love songs never out of date

Hearts full of passion, jealousy and hate

Woman needs man

And man must have his mate

That no one can deny

 

It´s still the same old story

A fight for love and glory

A case of do or die

The world will always welcome lovers

As time goes by.

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Nina Simone 

Ain't Got No / I Got Life

Ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes

Ain't got no money, ain't got no class

Ain't got no skirts, ain't got no sweaters

Ain't got no faith, ain't got no beard

Ain't got no mind

 

Ain't got no mother, ain't got no culture

Ain't got no friends, ain't got no schooling

Ain't got no love, ain't got no name

Ain't got no ticket, ain't got no token

Ain't got no God

 

What have I got?

Why am I alive anyway?

Yeah, what have I got?

Nobody can take away

 

I got my hair, I got my head

I got my brains, I got my ears

I got my eyes, I got my nose

I got my mouth, I got my smile

 

I got my tongue, I got my chin

I got my neck, I got my boobs

I got my heart, I got my soul

I got my back, I got my sex

 

I got my arms, I got my hands

I got my fingers, Got my legs

I got my feet, I got my toes

I got my liver, Got my blood

 

I've got life, I've got my freedom

I've got the life

 

I got a headache, and toothache,

And bad times too like you,

I got my hair, I got my head

I got my brains, I got my ears

I got my eyes, I got my nose

I got my mouth, I got my smile

 

I got my tongue, I got my chin

I got my neck, I got my boobies

I got my heart, I got my soul

I got my back, I got my sex

 

I got my arms, I got my hands

I got my fingers, Got my legs

I got my feet, I got my toes

I got my liver, Got my blood

 

I've got life, I've got my freedom

I've got life, I'm gonna keep it

I've got life, I'm gonna keep it

 

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Simon and Garfunkel

Sound of Silence

Composição: Paul Simon

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence.

"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.

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Louis Armstrong

What a Wonderful World






Composição: Bob Thiele, George David Weiss e Robert Thiele Jr.

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

I see skies so blue and clouds so white
The bright blessed day, the dark say goodnight
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

The colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands, saying, "how do you do?"
They're really saying, "I love you"

I hear babies cry, I watch them grow
They'll learn much more, than I'll never know
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world

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James Taylor

You've Got A Friend






Composição: Carole King

When you're down and troubled and you need some love and care,
and nothing, nothing is going right,
close your eyes and think of me and soon I will be there
to brighten up even your darkest night.
You just call out my name, and you know wherever I am,
I'll come running to see you again.
Winter, spring, summer, or fall, all you have to do is call
and I'll be there
You've got a friend.
If the sky above you grows dark and full of clouds,
And that old north wind begins to blow,
Keep your head toget-her and call my name out loud.
Soon you'll hear me knockin' at your door.
You just call out my name, and you know wherever I am,
I'll come running to see you again.
Winter, spring, summer, or fall, all you have to do is call
and I'll be there, yes, I will.
Now ain't it good to know that you've got a
friend when people can be so cold. They'll hurt you, yes, anddesert you.
And, take your soul if you let them.
Oh, but don't you let them.
You just call out my name, and you know wherever I am,
I'll come running to see you again.
Winter, spring, summer, or fall, all you have to do is call
and I'll be there, yes, I will.
You've got a friend.
You've got a friend.
Ain't it good to know you've got a friendÂ…

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Neil Young

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Eric Clapton e J.J. Cale

After Midnight

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Bob Dylan
Hurricane




Composição: Bob Dylan e Jacques Levy


Pistol shots ring out in the ballroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they've killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked likemiddleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim."

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jail house
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

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Santana
Soul Sacrifice (Woodstock 1969)

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Arlo Guthrie
Coming Into Los Angeles
Woodstock 1969





Coming into los angeles

Composição: Arlo Guthrie

Coming in from London from over the pole
Flying in a big airliner
Chickens flyin' everywhere around the plane
Could we ever feel much finer

{Refrain}
Coming into Los Angeles
Bringing in a couple of ki's
Don't touch my bags if you please
Mister customs man

There's a guy with a ticket to Mexico
No, he couldn't look much stranger
Walkin' in the hall with his things and all
Smiling said he was the Lone Ranger

{Refrain}

Hip woman walkin' on the moving floor
Tripping on the escalator
There's a man in the line and she's blowin' his mind
Thinking that he's already made her

{Refrain}

Coming in from London from over the pole
Flying in a big airliner
Chickens flyin' everywhere around the plane
Could we ever feel much finer

{Refrain}