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Carla’s Dreams – Pentru Cei Ce Pot

 

https://www.facebook.com/notes/carlas-dreams/carlas-dreams-pentru-cei-ce-pot/181331578634740

 

Eu nu-s muzicant , şi nu-s poet,

1 metru 78 slabuţ, aproape brunet,

O facultate, aproape 28 de ani

Şi după fiecare vineri stau fără bani.

 

Am 2 prieteni: Vanea shi Cornel,

Ne ştim de cînd ne spunea mama  “ Opa! Copacel”

Imi placi cînd e totul bine , linişte şi pace,

Să dorm pîn pe la 10 – 11 sîmbăta îmi place.

 

Imi place cînd văd copii micuţi zîmbind,

Imi place ordinea, cînd nimeni nu se baga fără rind.

Imi place cînd şoferii se stimează,

Iluminarea de pe străzi imi place cînd e ceatză.

Imi place să manînc gustos,

Nu-mi place vorba lungă fără de folos.

Imi place vara, cînd e sub 30,

Imi place zîmbetul lui moşu meu Alioşa cînd mă cheama-n beci.

Imi place aerul de dimineatză,  mmmmmmmmmm

Mirii cu mirese-n braţe,

Imi place vinul moldovenesc,

Nu-mi place şi mă tem oleacă să îmbătrînesc.

Imi place să fumez peste un ceas după mîncare,

Imi place cînd îs cu maşina să văd locuri de parcare,

Imi place ceaiul chinezesc,

Chopin imi place, Brahms şi dansul moldovenesc.

Nu-mi place cînd se ceartă fraţii,

Imi place cînd se-mpacă toţi, respect soldaţii

Şi ofiţerii , şi angajaţii de la ministere,

Cu un coleg de pe la şcoală să mă văd primesc plăcere.

Încă imi plac profesorii,

Poliţiştii , businessman-ii , medicii şi vînzătorii

Şi controlorii , ş-aproape toţi ambasadorii,

Şomerii, bancherii, juriştii şi măturătorii.

Imi place pe fereastră să mă uit cum plouă,

Şi părţile din cercul yin şi yang, amîndouă.

Cu sportul nu mă prea ocup dar tot imi place

Şi vreau să las fumatul de vre-o 4 ani încoace.

Nu-mi plac proştii , leneşii şi mincinoşii,

Pseudo-intelectualii şi fricoşii.

Eu nu-i urăsc, sînt tolerant, şi ca la frate

Le doresc “în timpul liber – mai citeşte-o carte”.

Şi mă gîndesc cum ar fi ?

Dacă noi cu tine, de mîine

Şi-n fiecare zi – am face cate-un bine…

Hai să fim mai buni !

E greu… dar hai sa incercăm să fim mai buni.

Pink Martini – Sing

Sing
Sing a song
Sing out loud
Sing out strong
Sing of good things, not bad
Sing of happy, not sad

Sing
Sing a song
Make it simple
To last your whole life long
Don’t worry that it’s not good enough
For anyone else to hear
Just sing
Sing a song

Canta
Canta tu cancion
Canta en voz alta
Canta fuerte
Canta de cosas buenas, no malas
Canta alegre, no triste

Sing
Sing a song
Make it simple
To last your whole life long
Don’t worry that it’s not good enough
For anyone else to hear
Just sing
Sing a song

La la la la la
La la la la la
Sing a song
Sing a song

 

Harry Belafonte – Oh I Got Plenty of Nothin

 

I got plenty of nothin’
Nothing’s plenty for me
I got no car, got no mule
Got no misery

The folks with plenty of plenty
Got a lock on the door
Afraid somebody’s a gonna rob ‘em
While they’re out making more, what for
I got no lock on the door, that’s no way to be
They can steal the rug from the floor, that’s OK with me
‘Cause the things that I prize, like the stars in the skies, are all free

I got plenty of nothing
Nothing’s plenty for me
I got my gal, got my song
Got heaven the whole day long
Got my gal, got my lord, got my song

I got plenty of nothing
Nothing’s plenty for me
I got the sun, got the moon
Got the deep blue sea
The folks with plenty of plenty
Got to pray all the day
Seems with plenty you sure got to worry
How to keep the devil away, away
I ain’t fretting’ bout Hell till the time arrives
Never want a long as I am well
Never want to strife to be good to be bad
What the hell I am glad I’m alive

I got plenty of nothing
Nothing’s plenty for me
I got my gal, I got my song
Got heaven the whole day long
Got my gal, got my Lord, got my song
Got my song, got my song

 

Paolo Nutini – the simple things

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vMYeypmN0Zc

 

 

Oh, if you love the life you live, then you’ll get a lot more done

Be more inclined to take the reins and turn away and run

It’s very rare, it seems to get a lifetime guarantee

So I suppose self satisfaction be the key
Oh, my father is a wealthy, self made man

But his wealth does not consist of riches or acres of land

And instead he has a family who are his biggest fans

That’s something that I one day hope to have

 
So I’ll cherish the simple things

The easy ‘Took for granted’ things

Like going round my mum’s house for my tea

And argue with my sister, only God knows how I missed her

It’s the simple things that mean the most to me

 
Ah, he gets up each day at fiveAnd starts the car and makes the drive

And shutters up and starts the fryers

Serves out food to all the buyers in the town
As they stand there in the same old line

And get there every day at the same old time

No, you never hear him grumble and groan

‘Cause they’re the people in the line that he built it on

 
And like me he cherished the simple things

The easy ‘Took for granted’ things

Like going round his mum’s house for my tea

And argue with his sister, only God knows how he missed her

It’s the simple things that mean the most to him

Katie Melua – On the road again

better quality:

http://grooveshark.com/#!/search?q=katie+melua+on+the+road

Well, I’m so tired of crying, but i’m out
on the road again.
– I’m on the road again.
Well, I’m so tired of crying, but I’m out
on the road again.
– I’m on the road again.
I ain’t got no woman
Just to call my special friend.
You know the first time I traveled out
in the rain and snow,
– In the rain and snow.
You know the first time I traveled out
in the rain and snow,
– In the rain and snow.
I didn’t have no payroll,
Not even no place to go.
And my dear mother left me when
I was quite young,
– When I was quite young.
And my dear mother left me when
I was quite young,
– When I was quite young.
She said „Lord, have mercy
On my wicked son.”
Take a hint from me, mama, please
don’t you cry no more,
– Don’t you cry no more.
Take a hint from me, mama, please
don’t you cry no more,
– Don’t you cry no more.
‘Cause it’s soon one morning
Down the road I’m going.
But I aint going down that
long old lonesome road
All by myself.
But I aint going down that
long old lonesome road
All by myself.
I can’t carry you, Baby,
Gonna carry somebody else.

 

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On the Road Again,” a song recorded by the American blues rock group Canned Heat, was released as a single in April 1968, and appeared on their 1968 album Boogie with Canned Heat as well as the 1969 compilation The Canned Heat Cookbook. It reached number eight[1] on the UK Singles Chart and number sixteen on the Billboard Hot 100.

„On the Road Again” was adapted by Alan Wilson from a song of the same name recorded in 1953 by Floyd Jones (July 21, 1917 – December 19, 1989), a Chicago blues musician.[1] Jones’ song was itself an adaptation of „Big Road Blues,” recorded in 1928 by Delta blues musician Tommy Johnson.

With his knowledge of Eastern music, Wilson used a tambura drone to give the song a hypnotic effect and a psychedelic edge.[2] The song features Wilson as the lead singer and harmonica player. Wilson’s harmonica solo has a note that is not playable without an overblow; he re-tuned his harmonica’s six hole up a half step. The B-side of the single was entitled „Boogie Music”. A black and white live performance is used in place of a video.

The song appears in the films Alice in the Cities (1973), Hideous Kinky (1998), „Frequency” (2000), Cold Creek Manor (2003), and The Bucket List (2007).