<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 00:02:37 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Musica e Letra</title><description></description><link>http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Fatima Dannemann)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>208</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-1967378662604354886</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 00:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-11T16:02:37.533-08:00</atom:updated><title>Musicas de Filmes  - O mágico de Oz - Somewhere over the rainbow</title><description>&lt;DIV&gt;Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high,&lt;BR&gt;There's a land that I heard of  once in a lullaby.&lt;BR&gt;Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue,&lt;BR&gt;And the  dreams that you dare to dream really&lt;BR&gt;do come true&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Someday I'll wish  upon a star&lt;BR&gt;And wake up where the clouds are far behind me.&lt;BR&gt;Where troubles  melt like lemon drops,&lt;BR&gt;Away above the chimney tops,&lt;BR&gt;That's where you'll  find me.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Somewhere, over the rainbow, bluebirds fly.&lt;BR&gt;Birds fly over  the rainbow,&lt;BR&gt;Why then -- oh, why can't I?&lt;BR&gt;If happy little bluebirds  fly&lt;BR&gt;Beyond the rainbow&lt;BR&gt;Why, oh, why can't I?&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-1967378662604354886?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/11/musicas-de-filmes-o-magico-de-oz.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fatima Dannemann)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-2466051945950610999</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 00:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-11T16:02:08.780-08:00</atom:updated><title>Musicas de filmes - Moon River (Bonequinha de Luxo)</title><description>Moon River&lt;p&gt;Kalan Porter&lt;p&gt;Moon river wider than a mile &lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m crossing you in style someday &lt;br&gt;You dream maker, you heartbreaker &lt;br&gt;Wherever you&amp;#39;re going I&amp;#39;m going your way &lt;br&gt;Two drifters off to see the world &lt;br&gt;There&amp;#39;s such a lot of world to see &lt;br&gt;We&amp;#39;re after the same rainbows end &lt;br&gt;Waiting round the band &lt;br&gt;My huckleberry friend, moon river &lt;br&gt;And me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-2466051945950610999?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/11/musicas-de-filmes-moon-river-bonequinha.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fatima Dannemann)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-5440762853512769933</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Oct 2009 23:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-31T16:03:26.554-07:00</atom:updated><title>I'm Yours</title><description>Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you done done me and you bet I felt it&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be chill but you\'re so hot that I melted&lt;br /&gt;I fell right through the cracks, now I\'m trying to get back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the cool done run out, I\'ll be giving it my bestest&lt;br /&gt;And nothing\'s going to stop me but divine intervention&lt;br /&gt;I reckon it\'s again my turn to win some or learn some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won\'t hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait, I\'m yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well open up your mind and see like me&lt;br /&gt;Open up your plans and damn you\'re free&lt;br /&gt;Look into your heart and you\'ll find love love love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the music of the moment maybe sing with me&lt;br /&gt;I like peaceful melody&lt;br /&gt;It\'s your God-forsaken right to be loved love loved love&lt;br /&gt;loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I won\'t hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait, I\'m sure&lt;br /&gt;There\'s no need to complicate, our time is short&lt;br /&gt;This is our fate, I\'m yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I\'ve been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer&lt;br /&gt;My breath fogged up the glass&lt;br /&gt;And so I drew a new face and I laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I be saying is there ain\'t no better reason&lt;br /&gt;To rid yourself of vanity and just go with the seasons&lt;br /&gt;It\'s what we aim to do, our name is our virtue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won\'t hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait, I\'m sure&lt;br /&gt;There\'s no need to complicate, our time is short&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait, I\'m yours&lt;br /&gt;I won\'t hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait, I\'m sure&lt;br /&gt;There\'s no need to complicate, our time is short&lt;br /&gt;This is our fate, I\'m yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well open up your mind and see like me&lt;br /&gt;Open up your plans and damn you\'re free&lt;br /&gt;Look into your heart and you\'ll find that the sky is yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don\'t, please don\'t, please don\'t&lt;br /&gt;There\'s no need to complicate&lt;br /&gt;Cause our time is short&lt;br /&gt;This oh this this is out fate, I\'m yours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-5440762853512769933?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-yours.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fatima Dannemann)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-2068745637705033387</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Oct 2009 22:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-31T16:01:16.876-07:00</atom:updated><title>I Gotta Feeling</title><description>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Will Adams / Allen Pineda / Jaime Gomez / Stacy Ferguson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta feelin'&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good good night (x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's the night&lt;br /&gt;Let's live it up&lt;br /&gt;I got my money&lt;br /&gt;Let's spend it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go out and smash it&lt;br /&gt;Like Oh My God&lt;br /&gt;Jump off that sofa&lt;br /&gt;Let's get get off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that we'll have a ball&lt;br /&gt;If we get down and go out&lt;br /&gt;And just loose it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel stressed out&lt;br /&gt;I wanna let it go&lt;br /&gt;Let's go way out spaced out&lt;br /&gt;And loosing all control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill up my cup&lt;br /&gt;Mazal tov&lt;br /&gt;Look at her dancing&lt;br /&gt;Just take it off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's paint the town&lt;br /&gt;We'll shut it down&lt;br /&gt;Let's burn the roof&lt;br /&gt;And then we'll do it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it&lt;br /&gt;And do it&lt;br /&gt;And do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's live it up&lt;br /&gt;And do it&lt;br /&gt;And do it&lt;br /&gt;And do it, do it, do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it 'cuz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta feelin'&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good good night (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's the night&lt;br /&gt;Let's live it up&lt;br /&gt;I got my money&lt;br /&gt;Let's spend it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go out and smash it&lt;br /&gt;Like Oh My God&lt;br /&gt;Jump off that sofa&lt;br /&gt;Let's get get off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill up my cup (Drink)&lt;br /&gt;Mazal tov (Le chaim)&lt;br /&gt;Look at her dancing (Move it Move it)&lt;br /&gt;Just take it off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's paint the town&lt;br /&gt;We'll shut it down&lt;br /&gt;Let's burn the roof&lt;br /&gt;And then we'll do it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it&lt;br /&gt;And do it&lt;br /&gt;And do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's live it up&lt;br /&gt;And do it&lt;br /&gt;And do it&lt;br /&gt;And do it, do it, do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it, do it, do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we come&lt;br /&gt;Here we go&lt;br /&gt;We gotta rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy come&lt;br /&gt;Easy go&lt;br /&gt;Now we on top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the shot&lt;br /&gt;Body rock&lt;br /&gt;Rock it don't stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round and round&lt;br /&gt;Up and down&lt;br /&gt;Around the clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday and Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Saturday and Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get get get get get with us&lt;br /&gt;You know what we say&lt;br /&gt;Party every day&lt;br /&gt;Pa pa pa Party every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feelin'&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta feelin'&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good good night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-2068745637705033387?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-gotta-feeling.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fatima Dannemann)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-4632027832908407047</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 12:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-04T05:40:16.759-07:00</atom:updated><title>Cirque du Soleil - Alegria</title><description>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SsiXsDApUrI/AAAAAAAACeU/-QWTr88jJ90/s1600-h/cirquesoleil-716760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SsiXsDApUrI/AAAAAAAACeU/-QWTr88jJ90/s320/cirquesoleil-716760.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388723737126851250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;by Ren&amp;#233; Dup&amp;#233;r&amp;#233;&lt;p&gt;Allegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;Come un lampo di vita&lt;br&gt;Allegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;Come un pazzo gridar&lt;br&gt;Allegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;Del delittuoso grido&lt;br&gt;Bella ruggente pena, seren&lt;br&gt;Come la rabbia di amar&lt;br&gt;Allegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;Come un assalto di gioia&lt;p&gt;Allegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;I see a spark of life shining&lt;br&gt;Allegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;I hear a young minstrel sing&lt;br&gt;Allegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;Beautiful roaring scream&lt;br&gt;Of joy and sorrow, so extreme&lt;br&gt;There is a love in me raging&lt;br&gt;Allegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;A joyous, magical feeling&lt;p&gt;Allegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;Come un lampo di vita&lt;br&gt;Allegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;Come un pazzo gridar&lt;br&gt;Allegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;Del delittuoso grido&lt;br&gt;Bella ruggente pena, seren&lt;br&gt;Come la rabbia di amar&lt;br&gt;Allegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;Come un assalto di gioia&lt;br&gt;Del delittuoso grido&lt;br&gt;Bella ruggente pena, seren&lt;br&gt;Come la rabbia di amar&lt;br&gt;Allegria&lt;br&gt;Come un assalto di gioia&lt;p&gt;Alegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;Como la luz de la vida&lt;br&gt;Alegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;Como un payaso que grita&lt;br&gt;Alegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;Del estupendo grito&lt;br&gt;De la tristeza loca&lt;br&gt;Serena&lt;br&gt;Como la rabia de amar&lt;br&gt;Alegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;Como un asalto de felicidad&lt;p&gt;Del estupendo grito&lt;br&gt;De la tristeza loca&lt;br&gt;Serena&lt;br&gt;Como la rabia de amar&lt;br&gt;Alegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;Como un asalto de felicidad&lt;p&gt;There is a love in me raging&lt;br&gt;Alegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;A joyous, magical feeling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-4632027832908407047?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/10/cirque-du-soleil-alegria.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fatima Dannemann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SsiXsDApUrI/AAAAAAAACeU/-QWTr88jJ90/s72-c/cirquesoleil-716760.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-8194224091600682765</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 12:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-04T05:35:57.168-07:00</atom:updated><title>cirque du soleil - marelle</title><description>&lt;DIV&gt;Solkio estouma&lt;BR&gt;solkio djabo si tou&lt;BR&gt;Kolio estou sve djabo&lt;BR&gt;solkio  estou djabo si tou&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Solkio estouma&lt;BR&gt;solkio djabo si tou&lt;BR&gt;Kolio estou  sve djabo&lt;BR&gt;solkio estou djabo si tou&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;{repeat till the  end}&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-8194224091600682765?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/10/cirque-du-soleil-marelle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fatima Dannemann)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-3584719080004180389</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 12:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-04T05:34:10.368-07:00</atom:updated><title>Cirque du Soleil - Quidam</title><description>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SsiWQjq-CAI/AAAAAAAACeM/BfwY6Luwm_w/s1600-h/soleilquidam-750369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SsiWQjq-CAI/AAAAAAAACeM/BfwY6Luwm_w/s320/soleilquidam-750369.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388722165346338818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Your world is yours&lt;BR&gt;not mine Quidam.&lt;BR&gt;Your dreams are yours.&lt;BR&gt;You  may have touched the stars&lt;BR&gt;but they weren´t moved.&lt;BR&gt;And if you reach for  me&lt;BR&gt;I may not choose&lt;BR&gt;to hold your hand.&lt;BR&gt;I might smile&lt;BR&gt;or I might turn  away.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;An ordinary man, Quidam.&lt;BR&gt;I´m everyman.&lt;BR&gt;I´m  anyman.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Quidam, Quidam&lt;BR&gt;La nuit recule.&lt;BR&gt;D´un rêve à l´autre tu  valses.&lt;BR&gt;Du creux de toi&lt;BR&gt;c´est bien le mal&lt;BR&gt;qui dresse tes  silences.&lt;BR&gt;There´s nothing left.&lt;BR&gt;There´s nothing right.&lt;BR&gt;There´s nothing  wrong.&lt;BR&gt;I´m one, I´m two.&lt;BR&gt;I´m all yet none of you.&lt;BR&gt;The truth, the  lie,&lt;BR&gt;the tear, the laughter,&lt;BR&gt;the hand and the empty touch.&lt;BR&gt;Here I am  alone&lt;BR&gt;waiting for the curtain call.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;An ordinary man, Quidam.&lt;BR&gt;I´m  everyman. T´es l´inconnu.&lt;BR&gt;I´m anyman. T´es l´étranger.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Quidam,  Quidam&lt;BR&gt;La nuit recule.&lt;BR&gt;D´un rêve à l´autre tu valses.&lt;BR&gt;Du creux de  toi&lt;BR&gt;c´est bien le mal&lt;BR&gt;qui dresse tes silences.&lt;BR&gt;Bailo en este lienzo de  dolor.&lt;BR&gt;Funàmbulo sin mapa ni brùjula.&lt;BR&gt;La dulce locura mi sòlo  refugio.&lt;BR&gt;Nazco en la sombra del payaso.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Quidam, Quidam&lt;BR&gt;La nuit  recule.&lt;BR&gt;D´un rêve à l´autre tu valses.&lt;BR&gt;Du creux de toi&lt;BR&gt;c´est bien le  mal&lt;BR&gt;qui dresse tes silences.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Quidam, Quidam&lt;BR&gt;aux rives du  rêve.&lt;BR&gt;Au seuil de l´ombre, tu valses.&lt;BR&gt;Autour de toi&lt;BR&gt;c´est bien le  mal&lt;BR&gt;qui dresse tes silences.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Quidam, Quidam&lt;BR&gt;La nuit recule.&lt;BR&gt;D´un  rêve à l´autre tu valses.&lt;BR&gt;Du creux de toi&lt;BR&gt;c´est bien le mal&lt;BR&gt;qui dresse  tes silences.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-3584719080004180389?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/10/cirque-du-soleil-quidam.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fatima Dannemann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SsiWQjq-CAI/AAAAAAAACeM/BfwY6Luwm_w/s72-c/soleilquidam-750369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-1036280613587222198</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2009 23:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-13T16:13:13.553-07:00</atom:updated><title>Pink Floyd - Julia Dream</title><description>Sunlight bright upon my pillow&lt;br /&gt;lighter than an eiderdown&lt;br /&gt;will she let the weeping willow&lt;br /&gt;wind his branches round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia dream&lt;br /&gt;dream that queen&lt;br /&gt;queen of all my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night I turn the light out&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the velvet bride&lt;br /&gt;will the scaly armadillo&lt;br /&gt;find me where I'm hiding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia dream&lt;br /&gt;dream that queen&lt;br /&gt;queen of all my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the misty master break me?&lt;br /&gt;will the key unlock my mind?&lt;br /&gt;will the following footsteps catch me?&lt;br /&gt;am I really dying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia dream&lt;br /&gt;dream that queen&lt;br /&gt;queen of all my dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-1036280613587222198?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/09/pink-floyd-julia-dream.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fatima Dannemann)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-3649195208232676637</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2009 23:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-13T16:11:20.290-07:00</atom:updated><title>Jethro Tull - Teacher</title><description>Well the dawn was coming,&lt;br /&gt;heard him ringing on my bell.&lt;br /&gt;He said, ``My name's the teacher,&lt;br /&gt;that is what I call myself.&lt;br /&gt;And I have a lesson&lt;br /&gt;that I must impart to you.&lt;br /&gt;It's an old expression&lt;br /&gt;but I must insist it's true.&lt;br /&gt;Jump up, look around,&lt;br /&gt;find yourself some fun,&lt;br /&gt;no sense in sitting there hating everyone.&lt;br /&gt;No man's an island and his castle isn't home,&lt;br /&gt;the nest is for nothing when the bird has flown.''&lt;br /&gt;So I took a journey,&lt;br /&gt;threw my world into the sea.&lt;br /&gt;With me went the teacher&lt;br /&gt;who found fun instead of me.&lt;br /&gt;Hey man, what's the plan, what was that you said?&lt;br /&gt;Sun-tanned, drink in hand, lying there in bed.&lt;br /&gt;I try to socialize but I can't seem to find&lt;br /&gt;what I was looking for, got something on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Then the teacher told me&lt;br /&gt;it had been a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Thanked me for his ticket&lt;br /&gt;and all that I had done.&lt;br /&gt;Hey man, what's the plan, what was that you said?&lt;br /&gt;Sun-tanned, drink in hand, lying there in bed.&lt;br /&gt;I try to socialize but I can't seem to find&lt;br /&gt;what I was looking for, got something on my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-3649195208232676637?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/09/jethro-tull-teacher.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fatima Dannemann)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-6127533535197530976</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2009 23:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-13T16:10:46.574-07:00</atom:updated><title>Jethro Tull - Sealion</title><description>Over the mountains, and under the sky-riding dirty grey horses,go you and I.&lt;br /&gt;Mating with chance, copulating with mirth-the sad-glad playmasters (for what it's worth).&lt;br /&gt;The ice cream castles are refrigerated:the super-marketeers are on parade.&lt;br /&gt;There's a golden handshake hanging around your neck, as you light your cigarette on- the b-urning deck.&lt;br /&gt;And you balance your world pn the tip of your nose-like a Sealion with a ball, at the carnival.&lt;br /&gt;You wear a shiny skin and a funny hat-the Almighy Animal Trainer lets it go at that, You bark ever-so-slightly at the Trainer's gun,with your whiskers melting in the noon-day sun.&lt;br /&gt;You flip and you flop under the Big White Top where the long-legged ring mistress stars and stops.&lt;br /&gt;But you know, after all, the act is wearing thin-as the crowd grows uneasy and the boos begin.&lt;br /&gt;But you balance the world on the tip of your nose-you're a Sealion with a ball, at the carnival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a trace of pride upon our fixed grins-for there is no business like the show we're in.&lt;br /&gt;There is no reason, no rhyme, no right to leave the circus 'til we've said good-night.&lt;br /&gt;The same performance, in the same old way;it's the same old story to this Passion Play.&lt;br /&gt;So we'll shoot the mooon, and hope to call the tune-and make no pin cushion of this big balloon.&lt;br /&gt;Look how we balance the world on the tips of our noses,like Sealions with a ball, at the carnival.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-6127533535197530976?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/09/jethro-tull-sealion.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fatima Dannemann)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-482343608312465964</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2009 22:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-25T15:57:33.571-07:00</atom:updated><title>Marisa Monte - O Rio</title><description>Ouve o barulho do rio, meu filho&lt;br&gt;Deixa esse som te embalar&lt;br&gt;As folhas que caem no rio, meu filho&lt;br&gt;Terminam nas &amp;#225;guas do mar&lt;p&gt;Quando amanh&amp;#227; por acaso faltar&lt;br&gt;Uma alegria no seu cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o&lt;br&gt;Lembra do som dessas &amp;#225;guas de l&amp;#225;&lt;br&gt;Faz desse rio a sua ora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o&lt;p&gt;Lembra, meu filho, passou, passar&amp;#225;&lt;br&gt;Essa certeza, a ci&amp;#234;ncia nos d&amp;#225;&lt;br&gt;Que vai chover quando o sol se cansar&lt;br&gt;Para que flores n&amp;#227;o faltem&lt;br&gt;Para que flores n&amp;#227;o faltem jamais&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-482343608312465964?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/08/marisa-monte-o-rio.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fatima Dannemann)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-3119925481144667933</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2009 22:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-25T15:54:50.906-07:00</atom:updated><title>Michael Jackson - Butterflies</title><description>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt; &lt;P&gt;All you gotta do is just walk away and pass me by&lt;BR&gt;Don't acknowledge my  smile when I try to say hello to you, yeah&lt;BR&gt;And all you gotta do is not answer  my calls when &lt;BR&gt;I'm trying to get through&lt;BR&gt;To keep me wondering why, when  all I can do is sigh&lt;BR&gt;I just wanna touch you&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;[Chorus]&lt;BR&gt;I just wanna  touch and kiss&lt;BR&gt;And I wish that I could be with you tonight&lt;BR&gt;You give me  butterflies inside, inside and I&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;All I gotta say is that I must be  dreaming, can't be real&lt;BR&gt;You're not here with me, still I can feel you near  me&lt;BR&gt;I caress you, let you taste us, just so blissful listen&lt;BR&gt;I would give  you anything baby, just make my dreams come true&lt;BR&gt;Oh baby you give me  butterflies&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;[Chorus]&lt;BR&gt;I just wanna touch and kiss&lt;BR&gt;And I wish that I  could be with you tonight&lt;BR&gt;You give me butterflies inside, inside and I&lt;BR&gt;I  just wanna touch and kiss&lt;BR&gt;And I wish that I could be with you tonight&lt;BR&gt;You  give me butterflies inside, inside and I&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;If you would take my hand, baby  I would show you&lt;BR&gt;Guide you to the light babe&lt;BR&gt;If you would be my love, baby  I will love you, love you&lt;BR&gt;'Til the end of time&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;[Chorus]&lt;BR&gt;I just  wanna touch and kiss&lt;BR&gt;And I wish that I could be with you tonight&lt;BR&gt;You give  me butterflies inside, inside and I&lt;BR&gt;I just wanna touch and kiss&lt;BR&gt;And I wish  that I could be with you tonight&lt;BR&gt;You give me butterflies inside, inside and  I&lt;BR&gt;I just wanna touch and kiss&lt;BR&gt;And I wish that I could be with you  tonight&lt;BR&gt;You give me butterflies inside, inside and  I&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-3119925481144667933?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/08/michael-jackson-butterflies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fatima Dannemann)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-326890881647426633</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Aug 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-13T17:05:52.257-07:00</atom:updated><title>Dido - White Flag</title><description>&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;I know you think  that I shouldn't still love you,&lt;BR&gt;or tell you that.&lt;BR&gt;But if I didn't say it,  well I'd still have felt it&lt;BR&gt;where's the sense in that?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I promise I'm  not trying to make your life harder&lt;BR&gt;Or return to where we were&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;But I  will go down with this ship&lt;BR&gt;And I won't put my hands up and  surrender&lt;BR&gt;There will be no white flag above my door&lt;BR&gt;I'm in love and always  will be&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I know I left too much mess and&lt;BR&gt;destruction to come back  again&lt;BR&gt;And I caused nothing but trouble&lt;BR&gt;I understand if you can't talk to  me again&lt;BR&gt;And if you live by the rules of "it's over"&lt;BR&gt;then I'm sure that  makes sense&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;But I will go down with this ship&lt;BR&gt;And I won't put my hands  up and surrender&lt;BR&gt;There will be no white flag above my door&lt;BR&gt;I'm in love and  always will be&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;And when we meet&lt;BR&gt;Which I'm sure we will&lt;BR&gt;All that was  then&lt;BR&gt;Will be there still&lt;BR&gt;I'll let it pass&lt;BR&gt;And hold my tongue&lt;BR&gt;And you  will think&lt;BR&gt;That I've moved on....&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I will go down with this ship&lt;BR&gt;And  I won't put my hands up and surrender&lt;BR&gt;There will be no white flag above my  door&lt;BR&gt;I'm in love and always will be&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I will go down with this  ship&lt;BR&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender&lt;BR&gt;There will be no white flag  above my door&lt;BR&gt;I'm in love and always will be&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I will go down with this  ship&lt;BR&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender&lt;BR&gt;There will be no white flag  above my door&lt;BR&gt;I'm in love and always will be&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-326890881647426633?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/08/dido-white-flag.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fatima Dannemann)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-1247524412801042110</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Aug 2009 23:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-13T17:05:49.804-07:00</atom:updated><title>Dido - Sand In My Shoes</title><description>&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Two weeks away feels  like the whole world should've changed&lt;BR&gt;But I'm home now&lt;BR&gt;And things still  look the same&lt;BR&gt;I think I'll leave it till tomorrow to unpack&lt;BR&gt;Try to forget  for one more night&lt;BR&gt;That I'm back in my flat on the road&lt;BR&gt;Where the cars  never stop going through the night&lt;BR&gt;To real life where I can't watch  sunset&lt;BR&gt;I don't have time&lt;BR&gt;I don't have time&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I've still got sand in  my shoes&lt;BR&gt;And I can't shake the thought of you&lt;BR&gt;I should get on, forget  you&lt;BR&gt;But why would I want to?&lt;BR&gt;I know we said goodbye&lt;BR&gt;Anything else  would've been confused but&lt;BR&gt;I wanna see you again&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Tomorrow's back to  work and down to sanitation&lt;BR&gt;Run a bath and then clear up the mess I made  before I left here&lt;BR&gt;Try to remind myself that I was happy here&lt;BR&gt;Before I  knew that I could get on a plane and fly away&lt;BR&gt;From the road where the cars  never stop going through the night&lt;BR&gt;To a life where I can watch sunset&lt;BR&gt;And  take my time&lt;BR&gt;Take all our time&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I've still got sand in my shoes&lt;BR&gt;And  I can't shake the thought of you&lt;BR&gt;I should get on, forget you&lt;BR&gt;But why would  I want to?&lt;BR&gt;I know we said goodbye&lt;BR&gt;Anything else would've been confused  but&lt;BR&gt;I wanna see you again&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I wanna see you again&lt;BR&gt;I wanna see you  again&lt;BR&gt;Two weeks away&lt;BR&gt;All it takes to change and turn me around I  follow&lt;BR&gt;I walked away and never said that I wanted to see you...  again&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I've still got sand in my shoes&lt;BR&gt;And I can't shake the thought of  you&lt;BR&gt;I should get on, forget you&lt;BR&gt;But why would I want to?&lt;BR&gt;I know we said  goodbye&lt;BR&gt;Anything else would've been confused but&lt;BR&gt;I wanna see you  again&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;(I wanna see you again)&lt;BR&gt;I've still got sand in my shoes&lt;BR&gt;And I  can't shake the thought of you&lt;BR&gt;(I wanna see you again)&lt;BR&gt;I should get on,  forget you&lt;BR&gt;But why would I want to?&lt;BR&gt;I know we said goodbye&lt;BR&gt;Anything  else would've been confused but&lt;BR&gt;I wanna see you again&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I wanna see you  again&lt;BR&gt;I wanna see you again&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-1247524412801042110?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/08/dido-sand-in-my-shoes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fatima Dannemann)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-964999439716975142</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2009 12:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-30T06:17:50.297-07:00</atom:updated><title>chris de burgh - suzana</title><description>We sit together on the sofa&lt;br&gt;With the music way down low&lt;br&gt;waited so long for this moment&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s hard to think it&amp;#39;s really so&lt;br&gt;The door is locked there&amp;#39;s no one home&lt;br&gt;They&amp;#39;ve all gone out we&amp;#39;re all alone&lt;br&gt;Su-sanna Su-sanna&lt;br&gt;Su-sanna I&amp;#39;m crazy loving you&lt;br&gt;I put my arm aroud her shoulder&lt;br&gt;Run my fingers through her hair&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s a dream I can&amp;#39;t believe it&lt;br&gt;It took so long it&amp;#39;s only fair&lt;br&gt;And then the phone begins to ring&lt;br&gt;And a strangers voice on the other end of the line&lt;br&gt;Says oh wrong number sorry to waste your time&lt;br&gt;And i think to myself  Why now  Why me  Why.......&lt;br&gt;Su-sanna su-sanna &lt;br&gt;Su-sanna I&amp;#39;m crazy loving you&lt;br&gt;Su-sanna Su-sanna &lt;br&gt;Su-sanna I&amp;#39;m crazy loving you&lt;br&gt;Again I sit myself beside her&lt;br&gt;Try to take her hand in mineThe moment&amp;#39;s gone the feeling&amp;#39;s over&lt;br&gt;She looks around to find the time&lt;br&gt;Then she says could we just sit and chat&lt;br&gt;And I think well that&amp;#39;s that Susanna Susannna &lt;br&gt;Susanna I&amp;#39;m crazy loving you Still we sit here on the sofa&lt;br&gt;With the stereo on ten The magic&amp;#39;s gone it&amp;#39;s a disaster&lt;br&gt;There seems no point to start again She says I think I&amp;#39;d better go&lt;br&gt;She says goodbye and I say... NO! Su-sanna Su-sanna &lt;br&gt;Su-sanna I&amp;#39;m crazy loving you Su-sanna Su-sanna &lt;br&gt;Su-sanna I&amp;#39;m crazy loving you I&amp;#39;m so crazy loving you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-964999439716975142?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/07/chris-de-burgh-suzana.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fatima Dannemann)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-6044904160908184456</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 19:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-29T12:31:27.792-07:00</atom:updated><title>Welcome to my life - Simple Plan</title><description>Do you ever feel like breaking down?&lt;br&gt;Do you ever feel out of place?&lt;br&gt;Like somehow you just don&amp;#39;t belong,&lt;br&gt;And no one understands you?&lt;p&gt;Do you ever wanna run away?&lt;br&gt;Do you lock yourself in your room?&lt;br&gt;With the radio on turned up so loud,&lt;br&gt;To no one hears you screaming?&lt;p&gt;No you don&amp;#39;t know what it&amp;#39;s like,&lt;br&gt;When nothing feels all right,&lt;br&gt;You don&amp;#39;t know what it&amp;#39;s like,&lt;br&gt;To be like me...&lt;p&gt;To be hurt, to feel lost,&lt;br&gt;To be left out in the dark,&lt;br&gt;To be kicked when you&amp;#39;re down,&lt;br&gt;To feel like you&amp;#39;ve been pushed around,&lt;br&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down,&lt;br&gt;When no one&amp;#39;s there to save you,&lt;br&gt;No you don&amp;#39;t know what it&amp;#39;s like,&lt;br&gt;Welcome to my life.&lt;p&gt;Do you wanna be somebody else?&lt;br&gt;Are you sick of feeling so left out?&lt;br&gt;Are you desperate to find something more&lt;br&gt;Before your life is over?&lt;p&gt;Are you stuck inside a world you hate?&lt;br&gt;Are you sick of everyone around?&lt;br&gt;With their big fake smiles and stupid lies,&lt;br&gt;While deep inside you&amp;#39;re bleeding?&lt;p&gt;No you don&amp;#39;t know what it&amp;#39;s like,&lt;br&gt;When nothing feels all right,&lt;br&gt;You don&amp;#39;t know what it&amp;#39;s like,&lt;br&gt;To be like me...&lt;p&gt;To be hurt, to feel lost,&lt;br&gt;To be left out in the dark,&lt;br&gt;To be kicked when you&amp;#39;re down,&lt;br&gt;To feel like you&amp;#39;ve been pushed around,&lt;br&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down,&lt;br&gt;When no one&amp;#39;s there to save you,&lt;br&gt;No you don&amp;#39;t know what it&amp;#39;s like,&lt;br&gt;Welcome to my life.&lt;p&gt;No one ever lied straight to your face,&lt;br&gt;And no one ever stabbed you in the back,&lt;br&gt;You might think I&amp;#39;m happy,&lt;br&gt;But I&amp;#39;m not gonna be okay,&lt;br&gt;Everybody always gave you what you wanted,&lt;br&gt;You never had to work it was always there,&lt;br&gt;You don&amp;#39;t know what it&amp;#39;s like,&lt;br&gt;What it&amp;#39;s like...&lt;p&gt;To be hurt, to feel lost,&lt;br&gt;To be left out in the dark,&lt;br&gt;To be kicked when you&amp;#39;re down,&lt;br&gt;To feel like you&amp;#39;ve been pushed around,&lt;br&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down,&lt;br&gt;When no one&amp;#39;s there to save you,&lt;br&gt;No you don&amp;#39;t know what it&amp;#39;s like,&lt;p&gt;To be hurt, to feel lost,&lt;br&gt;To be left out in the dark,&lt;br&gt;To be kicked when you&amp;#39;re down,&lt;br&gt;To feel like you&amp;#39;ve been pushed around,&lt;br&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down,&lt;br&gt;When no one&amp;#39;s there to save you,&lt;br&gt;No you don&amp;#39;t know what it&amp;#39;s like,&lt;p&gt;Welcome to my life,&lt;br&gt;Welcome to my life,&lt;br&gt;Welcome to my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-6044904160908184456?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/07/welcome-to-my-life-simple-plan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fatima Dannemann)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-7394642005894328907</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jul 2009 14:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-16T08:14:16.239-07:00</atom:updated><title>O vovô Roberto Carlos</title><description>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" color=#000080&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Não, eu não gosto dele,  não perdi tempo assistindo ao show dele, mas como tem gente que curte, eis a  biografia dele:&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic"  color=#000080&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" color=#000080&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Roberto Carlos Braga,  Nasceu em Cachoeiro de Itapemirim no Espírito Santo em 19 de abril de 1941. É um  cantor e compositor brasileiro. Ele é o artista latino-americano que teve mais  discos vendidos e o cantor brasileiro que mais vendeu discos no mundo.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Em 50 anos de carreira, completados em 2009, vendeu mais de 120 milhões  de álbuns. Os temas que mais aparecem em suas composições (em parceria com  Erasmo Carlos) são o amor e a fé. Nesses 50 anos de carreira, faz uma turnê de  comemoração de 50 anos, cuja primeira apresentação foi em Cachoeiro de  Itapemirim, sua cidade natal, no dia em que completa 68 anos. O show foi no  estádio do Sumaré, em 19 de abril de 2009.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Roberto Carlos é o quarto e  último filho do relojoeiro Robertino Braga e da costureira Laura Moreira. A  família morava no bairro do Recanto, numa casa modesta, no alto de uma ladeira.  Os demais membros da família eram: Lauro Roberto Braga, Carlos Alberto Braga e  Norma Moreira Braga, a qual Roberto Carlos carinhosamente chamava  Norminha.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Apelidado na infância como "Zunga", ainda criança aprendeu a  tocar violão e piano - a princípio com sua mãe e, posteriormente, no  Conservatório Musical de Cachoeiro de Itapemirim. O ídolo na época era Bob  Nelson, um artista brasileiro que se vestia de cowboy e cantava música "country"  em português.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Incentivado pela mãe, cantou pela primeira vez em um  programa infantil na Rádio Cachoeiro, aos nove anos. Apresentou-se cantando o  bolero "Amor y más amor". Como prêmio pelo primeiro lugar, recebeu balas. O  cantor recordaria anos depois o momento, relatado na obra "Roberto Carlos em  Detalhes", de Paulo Cesar de Araújo: "Eu estava muito nervoso, mas muito  contente de cantar no rádio. Ganhei um punhado de balas, que era como o programa  premiava as crianças que lá se apresentavam. Foi um dia lindo." Tornou-se então  presença assídua do programa, todos os domingos acreditando no seus sonhos de  cantar.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Durante a infância sofreu um acidente ferroviário, que feriu  gravemente sua perna, que teve de ser amputada, substituida por uma&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Seu  sucesso teve início nos anos 60, quando celebrava o rock "n roll com artistas  como Erasmo Carlos, Wanderléa, entre outros. Junto com os dois cantores já  citados, Roberto pode ser considerado um dos pais da Jovem Guarda. Nessa época  ele emplacou músicas como Splish Splash, Parei na Contramão, É Proibido Fumar e  O Calhambeque.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Depois de um desentendimento com seu parceiro de  composições, Erasmo Carlos, Roberto seguiu escrevendo sozinho músicas marcantes.  A trilha sonora do filme Roberto Carlos Em Ritmo De Aventura trazia canções dele  como Por Isso Corro Demais, Como É Grande O Meu Por Você e Quando. O filme além  de reatar a amizade com Erasmo, garantiu a Roberto o sucesso também nos telões,  com uma das maiores bilheterias da época. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A mudança na carreira do  cantor viria com a chegada dos anos 70. Ainda em 1969, seu disco Roberto Carlos,  que trouxe faixas como As Curvas da Estrada de Santos e As Flores do Jardim de  Nossa Casa já mostrava traços mais românticos. Foi nos anos 70 também que  Roberto firmaria seus laços fortes com a religião. O álbum de 1970 trazia a  canção Jesus Cristo, um de seus maiores sucessos.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Century Gothic" color=#000080&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;O último filme intitulado Roberto  Carlos a 300 por Hora é de 1971, quando ele também lançou um novo disco com  músicas marcantes: Detalhes, Todos Estão Surdos e Embaixo dos Caracóis dos Seus  Cabelos. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;O programa anual de Roberto Carlos na Rede Globo de Televisão  teve início em 1974, quando obteve um grande índice de audiência.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A  chegada dos anos 80 marcou uma nova fase na carreira internacional de Roberto  Carlos. Ele gravou seu primeiro disco cantado todo em inglês. Em 1982, receberia  da CBS o prêmio Globo de Cristal, por vender mais de 5 milhões de cópias fora do  seu país de origem.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Já em 1988, ganharia o Grammy de Melhor Cantor  Latino-Americano e ainda atingiria o topo da parada latina da Billboard.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Nos anos 90, Roberto Carlos continuou como um grande campeão de vendas  ao bater os Beatles em vendagens, com mais de 70 milhões de cópias.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Nos  anos 2000, Roberto foi mais um artista a participar do estrelado hall da série  Acústico da MTV. O disco trouxe a participação de artistas como Samuel Rosa, do  conjunto Skank, e o guitarrista Tony Bellotto, dos Titãs.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Em 2004,  comemorando os 30 anos de sua série de especiais na TV Globo, Roberto Carlos  teve sua discografia relançada em grandes boxes, divididos por décadas. Um ano  depois levaria o Grammy Latino de Melhor Álbum de Música Romântica, com o álbum  Pra Sempre Ao Vivo No Pacaembu.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Ele repete a dose em 2006, faturando novo  Grammy Latino com o disco Roberto Carlos, de 2005. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Depois disso, Roberto  Carlos lançou mais três discos: Duetos, Roberto Carlos En Vivo (disco em  espanhol) e Roberto Carlos e Caetano Veloso e a música de Tom  Jobim.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;recebido de &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic"  color=#000080&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Sigmar Sabin&lt;BR&gt;Professor, Palestrante e Aprendiz da  vida&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-7394642005894328907?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-vovo-roberto-carlos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fatima Dannemann)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-9098585902315953320</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 00:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-07T17:30:19.389-07:00</atom:updated><title>Pablo Milanés - Canción (O de qué callada manera)</title><description>&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;¡De qué callada  manera&lt;BR&gt;se me adentra usted sonriendo&lt;BR&gt;como si fuera&lt;BR&gt;la  primavera!&lt;BR&gt;(Yo, muriendo.)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Y de qué modo sutil&lt;BR&gt;me derramó en la  camisa&lt;BR&gt;todas las flores de abril.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;¿Quién le dijo que yo era&lt;BR&gt;risa  siempre, nunca llanto,&lt;BR&gt;como si fuera&lt;BR&gt;la primavera?&lt;BR&gt;(No soy  tanto.)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;En cambio, ¡qué espiritual&lt;BR&gt;que usted me brinde una rosa&lt;BR&gt;de  su rosal principal!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;¡De qué callada manera&lt;BR&gt;se me adentra usted  sonriendo&lt;BR&gt;como si fuera&lt;BR&gt;la primavera!&lt;BR&gt;(Yo,  muriendo.)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-9098585902315953320?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/07/pablo-milanes-cancion-o-de-que-callada.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fatima Dannemann)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-7510737274380496577</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 00:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-07T17:29:04.545-07:00</atom:updated><title>Jason Mraz - I am Yours</title><description>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt; &lt;P&gt;Well you done done me and you bet i felt it&lt;BR&gt;I tried to be chill but you're  so hot that i melted&lt;BR&gt;I fell right through the cracks&lt;BR&gt;And i'm trying to get  back&lt;BR&gt;Before the cool done run out&lt;BR&gt;I'll be giving it my bestest&lt;BR&gt;Nothin's  going to stop me but devine intervention&lt;BR&gt;I reckon its again my turn to win  some or learn some&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I won't hesitate no more&lt;BR&gt;No more it cannot wait,  i'm yours&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Well open up your mind and see like me&lt;BR&gt;Open up your plans  and damn you're free&lt;BR&gt;Look into your heart and you'll find love love  love&lt;BR&gt;Listen to the music of the moment maybe sing with me&lt;BR&gt;Ah la peaceful  melody&lt;BR&gt;Its your godforsaken right to be loved love loved love love&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So  i won't hesitate no more&lt;BR&gt;No more it cannot wait i'm sure&lt;BR&gt;Theres no need to  complicate&lt;BR&gt;Our time is short&lt;BR&gt;This is our fate, i'm yours&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I been  spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror&lt;BR&gt;And bendin over  backwards just to try to see it clearer&lt;BR&gt;My breath fogged up the glass&lt;BR&gt;So i  drew a new face and laughed&lt;BR&gt;I guess what i'm sayin is there ain't no better  reason&lt;BR&gt;To rid yourself of vanity and just go with the seasons&lt;BR&gt;Its what we  aim to do&lt;BR&gt;Our name is our virtue&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I won't hesitate no more&lt;BR&gt;No more  it cannot wait i'm sure&lt;BR&gt;Theres no need to complicate&lt;BR&gt;Our time is  short&lt;BR&gt;It cannot wait, i'm yours&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-7510737274380496577?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/07/jason-mraz-i-am-yours.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fatima Dannemann)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-4850262293549915745</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Jun 2009 01:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-26T18:21:37.311-07:00</atom:updated><title>Michael Jackson - Thriller</title><description>&lt;DIV&gt;It's close to midnight&lt;BR&gt;And something evil's lurking in the dark&lt;BR&gt;Under  the moonlight&lt;BR&gt;You see a sight that almost stops your heart&lt;BR&gt;You try to  scream&lt;BR&gt;But terror takes the sound before you make it&lt;BR&gt;You start to  freeze&lt;BR&gt;As horror looks you right between the eyes&lt;BR&gt;You're  paralyzed&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;CHORUS:&lt;BR&gt;'Cause this is thriller, thriller at night&lt;BR&gt;And no  one's gonna save you&lt;BR&gt;From the beast about to strike&lt;BR&gt;You know it's  thriller, thriller at night&lt;BR&gt;You're fighting for your life&lt;BR&gt;Inside a killer,  thriller tonight.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You hear the door slam&lt;BR&gt;And realize there's nowhere  left to run&lt;BR&gt;You feel the cold hand&lt;BR&gt;And wonder if you'll ever see the  sun&lt;BR&gt;You close your eyes&lt;BR&gt;And hope that this is just imagination&lt;BR&gt;Girl,  but all the while&lt;BR&gt;You hear the creature creepin' up behind&lt;BR&gt;You're out of  time&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;CHORUS:&lt;BR&gt;'Cause this is thriller, thriller night&lt;BR&gt;There ain't no  second chance&lt;BR&gt;Against the thing with forty eyes, girl&lt;BR&gt;You know it's  thriller, thriller night&lt;BR&gt;You're fighting for your life&lt;BR&gt;Inside a killer,  thriller tonight&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Night creatures call and the dead&lt;BR&gt;Start to walk in  their masquerade&lt;BR&gt;There's no escaping&lt;BR&gt;The jaws of the alien this  time&lt;BR&gt;(They're open wide)&lt;BR&gt;This is the end of your life&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;They're out  to get you,&lt;BR&gt;There's demons closing in on every side&lt;BR&gt;They will possess  you&lt;BR&gt;Unless you change the number on your dial&lt;BR&gt;Now is the time&lt;BR&gt;For you  and I to cuddle close together&lt;BR&gt;All through the night&lt;BR&gt;I'll save you from  the terrors on the screen,&lt;BR&gt;I'll make you see&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;CHORUS (TWICE):&lt;BR&gt;That  it's a thriller, thriller at night&lt;BR&gt;'Cause I can thrill you&lt;BR&gt;More than any  ghost would ever dare to try&lt;BR&gt;Girl, this is thriller, thriller night&lt;BR&gt;So let  me hold you tight&lt;BR&gt;And share a killer, diller, chiller,&lt;BR&gt;Thriller here  tonight&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;(Rap performed by Vincent Price)&lt;BR&gt;"Darkness falls across the  land&lt;BR&gt;The midnite hour is close at hand&lt;BR&gt;Creatures crawl in search of  blood&lt;BR&gt;To terrorize y'awl's neighborhood&lt;BR&gt;And whosoever shall be  found&lt;BR&gt;Without the soul for getting down&lt;BR&gt;Must stand and face the hounds of  hell&lt;BR&gt;And rot inside a corpse's shell&lt;BR&gt;The foulest stench is in the  air&lt;BR&gt;The funk of forty thousand years&lt;BR&gt;And grizzly ghouls from every  tomb&lt;BR&gt;Are closing in to seal your doom&lt;BR&gt;And though you fight to stay  alive&lt;BR&gt;Your body starts to shiver&lt;BR&gt;For no mere mortal can resist&lt;BR&gt;The evil  of the thriller"&lt;BR&gt;(Into maniacal laugh, in deep echo)&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-4850262293549915745?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson-thriller.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fatima Dannemann)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-5192360506363136553</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Jun 2009 01:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-26T18:18:59.810-07:00</atom:updated><title>We are the world (RIP, Michael Jackson)</title><description>&lt;DIV&gt;There comes a time when we hear a certain call&lt;BR&gt;When the world must come  together as one&lt;BR&gt;There are people dying&lt;BR&gt;and its time to lend a hand to  life&lt;BR&gt;There greatest gift of all&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;We cant go on pretending day by  day&lt;BR&gt;That someone, somewhere will soon make a change&lt;BR&gt;We are all a part of  Gods great big family&lt;BR&gt;And the truth, you know,&lt;BR&gt;Love is all we  need&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;BR&gt;We are the world, we are the children&lt;BR&gt;We are the  ones who make a brighter day&lt;BR&gt;So lets start giving&lt;BR&gt;Theres a choice we're  making&lt;BR&gt;We're saving out own lives&lt;BR&gt;its true we'll make a better day&lt;BR&gt;Just  you and me&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;We'll send them your heart so they'll know that someone  cares&lt;BR&gt;And their lives will be stronger and free&lt;BR&gt;As God has shown us by  turning stones to bread&lt;BR&gt;So we all must lend a helping  hand&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;BR&gt;We are the world, we are the children&lt;BR&gt;We are the  ones who make a brighter day&lt;BR&gt;So let's start giving&lt;BR&gt;Theres a choice we're  making&lt;BR&gt;We're saving out own lives&lt;BR&gt;its true we'll make a better day&lt;BR&gt;Just  you and me&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When you're down and out, there seems no hope at all&lt;BR&gt;But if  you just believe theres no way we can fall&lt;BR&gt;Let us realize that a change can  only come&lt;BR&gt;When we stand together as one&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;BR&gt;We are the world,  we are the children&lt;BR&gt;We are the ones who make a brighter day&lt;BR&gt;So lets start  giving&lt;BR&gt;Theres a choice we're making&lt;BR&gt;We're saving out own lives&lt;BR&gt;its true  we'll make a better day&lt;BR&gt;Just you and me&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-5192360506363136553?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-are-world-rip-michael-jackson.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fatima Dannemann)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-3611554136334675187</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Jun 2009 01:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-20T18:31:34.824-07:00</atom:updated><title>Quanto ao Tempo - Ivete Sangalo</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SztwqZItDqQ&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xffffff&amp;amp;color2=0xffffff&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" 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quanto ao tempo pra chegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegou...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-3611554136334675187?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/06/quanto-ao-tempo-ivete-sangalo_20.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fatima Dannemann)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-2618896951789743731</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Jun 2009 01:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-20T18:31:24.925-07:00</atom:updated><title>Quanto ao Tempo - Ivete Sangalo</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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depois&lt;br /&gt;Depois, depois, depois, depois&lt;br /&gt;É&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei de tudo como um dia de domingo&lt;br /&gt;É&lt;br /&gt;E o que vier para nós dois será bem vindo&lt;br /&gt;É&lt;br /&gt;Só não demore quanto ao tempo pra chegar&lt;br /&gt;Chegou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto ao tempo te esperei&lt;br /&gt;E o passado assim passou&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o céu mudou de tom&lt;br /&gt;Pra falar do nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;Acho que chorei igual&lt;br /&gt;Com a chuva no quintal&lt;br /&gt;Acho que sonhei do bom&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o céu mudou de tom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É&lt;br /&gt;Eu já sei como ir além do horizonte&lt;br /&gt;É&lt;br /&gt;Eu já consigo iluminar a nossa fonte&lt;br /&gt;É&lt;br /&gt;E os detalhes tão pequenos de nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Ficaram pra depois&lt;br /&gt;É&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei de tudo como um dia de domingo&lt;br /&gt;É&lt;br /&gt;E o que vier para nós dois será bem vindo&lt;br /&gt;É&lt;br /&gt;Só não demore quanto ao tempo pra chegar&lt;br /&gt;Chegou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes to see you&lt;br /&gt;But I need&lt;br /&gt;To believe it's true&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my love likes crazy&lt;br /&gt;Love is you, is you, is you, is you&lt;br /&gt;And me and you&lt;br /&gt;If I don't know how good it is&lt;br /&gt;Só não demore quanto ao tempo pra chegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegou...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-2618896951789743731?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/06/quanto-ao-tempo-ivete-sangalo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fatima Dannemann)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-4929885975331682361</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Jun 2009 01:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-20T18:27:47.489-07:00</atom:updated><title>Beedi Jalai Le, música de abertura de Caminho das Índias</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Naa ghilaaf&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Naa lihaaf&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Naa ghilaaf&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Naa lihaaf&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thandi hawa bhi khilaaf Sasuri&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Naa ghilaaf&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Naa lihaaf&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thandi hawa bhi khilaaf Sasuri&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Itni sardi hai kisi ka lihaaf lei lay&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jaa padosi ke chulhe se aag lei lay&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jaa padosi ke chulhe se aag lei lay&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Beedi jalai lay&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jigar se piya&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jigar maa badi aag hai&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Beedi jalai lay&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jigar se piya&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jigar maa badi aag hai&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tu aara nikaari o lab se piya&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ah haa&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tu aara nikaari o lab se piya&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Je duniya badi jhaag hai&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Beedi jalai lay&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jigar se piya&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jigar maa badi aag hai&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Naa ghilaaf&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Naa lihaaf&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thandi hawa bhi khilaaf Sasuri&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Itni sardi hai kisi ka lihaaf lei lay&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jaa padosi ke chulhe se aag lei lay&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jaa padosi ke chulhe se aag lei lay&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Naa kasoor&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Naa fatoor&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Naa kasoor&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Naa fatoor&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bina juram ke hujoor&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Marr gayi&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ho marr gayi&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Aise ek din dupahari bulai liyo re&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Baandh ghungru kacehri lagai liyo re&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bulai liyo re&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bulai liyo re&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dupahari&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lagai liyo re&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lagai liyo re&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kacehri&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Angethi chadahi le&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jigar se piya&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jigar maa badi aag hai&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Beedi jalai lay&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jigar se piya&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jigar maa badi aag hai&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Na toh chakkua ki dhaar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Na daraati na kataar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Na toh chaa-kua ki dhaar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Na daraati na kataar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Aisa kaate ke daat ka nisaan chod de&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Je kataai to koi bhi kisaan chod de&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;O aise… jaalim ka chod de makaan chod de&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Re billo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;jaalim ka chod de makaan chod de&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;aise jaalim ka&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;o aise jaalim ka&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;aise jaalim ka chod de makaan chod de&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;na bulaya&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;na bataya&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;na bulaya&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;na bataya&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;mhane neend se jagaya hai re&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;aisa chaukail haath mein naseeb aa gaya&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;woh elaichi khilai ke kareeb aa gaya&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;koyla jalai le&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jigar se piya&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jigar maa … aag hai&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Itni sardi hai kisi ka lihaaf lei lay&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;O Jaa padosi&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;O Jaa padosi&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jaa Jaa Padosi&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;O Jaa padosi ke chulhe se aag lei lay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-4929885975331682361?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/06/beedi-jalai-le-musica-de-abertura-de.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fatima Dannemann)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-2512176964951144251</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Jun 2009 23:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-13T16:35:41.191-07:00</atom:updated><title>bregão de radio AM - (KKKKK) - boate azul - Joaquim e Manoel</title><description>Doente de amor&lt;br&gt;Procurei rem&amp;#233;dio na vida noturna&lt;br&gt;Com a flor da noite&lt;br&gt;Em uma boate aqui da&lt;br&gt;Zona Sul&lt;br&gt;A dor do amor&lt;br&gt;&amp;#201; com outro amor que a gente cura&lt;br&gt;Vim curar a dor, desse mal de amor&lt;br&gt;Na Boate Azul E quando a noite&lt;br&gt;Vai se agonizando no clar&amp;#227;o da aurora&lt;br&gt;Os integrantes da vida noturna&lt;br&gt;Se foram dormir&lt;br&gt;E a dama da noite&lt;br&gt;Que estava comigo, tamb&amp;#233;m foi embora&lt;br&gt;Fecharam-se as portas&lt;br&gt;Sozinho de novo, tive que sair.&lt;br&gt;Sair de que jeito&lt;br&gt;Se n&amp;#227;o sei o rumo para onde vou&lt;br&gt;Muito vagamente lembro que estou&lt;br&gt;Em uma boate aqui da&lt;br&gt;Zona Sul.&lt;br&gt;Eu bebi demais&lt;br&gt;E n&amp;#227;o consigo me lembrar se quer&lt;br&gt;Qual &amp;#233; o nome daquela mulher&lt;br&gt;A flor da noite na&lt;br&gt;Boate Azul.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Interpreta&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o: Joaquim e Manoel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-2512176964951144251?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/06/bregao-de-radio-am-kkkkk-boate-azul.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fatima Dannemann)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>