Sir D'Halacourt
Sir D'Halacourt
Caballeresco negro
En busca de una dama.
Sir D'Halacourt
Demuestra tu valor
En el campo de batalla.
Jacovista no es inglés
Se Edimburgo a Erraider
Jacovista no es inglés
De Edimburgo a Erraider.
Sir D'Halacourt
Caballeresco negro.
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Hay una discoteca por acqui?
Hay una discoteca por acqui?
Hay una discoteca por acqui?
Hay una discoteca por acqui?
Hay una discoteca por acqui?
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Hay una discoteca por acqui?
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I don't speak the language
I can't understand a word
Where angels fear to tread
I've sometimes walked
And tried to talk
But how can I be heard
In such a world
When I am lost?
I'm doing what I do
To see me through
I'm going out
And carrying on as normal
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Hay una discoteca por acqui?
Hay una discoteca por acqui?
Hay una discoteca por acqui?
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Te quiero
Entiende usted?
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I don't speak in anger
Though the chances that I've let
Pass me by and now regret
I can't forget
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Sir Peter Harpdon's End
In an English Castle in Poictou. Sir Peter Harpdon, a Gascon knight in the English service, and John Curzon, his lieutenant.
John Curzon
Of those three prisoners, that before you came
We took down at St. John's hard by the mill,
Two are good masons; we have tools enough,
And you have skill to set them working.
Sir Peter
So-
What are their names?
John Curzon
Why, Jacques Aquadent,
And Peter Plombiere, but-
Sir Peter
What colour'd hair
Has Peter now? has Jacques got bow legs?
John Curzon
Why, sir, you jest: what matters Jacques' hair,
Or Peter's legs to us?
Sir Peter
O! John, John, John!
Throw all your mason's tools down the deep well,
Hang Peter up and Jacques; they're no good,
We shall not build, man.
John Curzon
going.
Shall I call the guard
To hang them, sir? and yet, sir, for the tools,
We'd better keep them still; sir, fare you well.
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poem by William Morris
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Piedra de Sol
La treizième revient...c’est encor la première;
et c’est toujours la seule-ou c’est le seul moment;
car es-tu reine, ô toi, la première ou dernière?
es-tu roi, toi le seul ou le dernier amant?
Gérard de Nerval, Arthèmis
Un sauce de cristal, un chopo de agua,
un alto surtidor que el viento arquea,
un árbol bien plantado mas danzante,
un caminar de río que se curva,
avanza, retrocede, da un rodeo
y llega siempre:
un caminar tranquilo
de estrella o primavera sin premura,
agua que con los párpados cerrados
mana toda la noche profecías,
unánime presencia en oleaje,
ola tras ola hasta cubrirlo todo,
verde soberanía sin ocaso
como el deslumbramiento de las alas
cuando se abren en mitad del cielo,
un caminar entre las espesuras
de los días futuros y el aciago
fulgor de la desdicha como un ave
petrificando el bosque con su canto
y las felicidades inminentes
entre las ramas que se desvanecen,
horas de luz que pican ya los pájaros,
presagios que se escapan de la mano,
una presencia como un canto súbito,
como el viento cantando en el incendio,
una mirada que sostiene en vilo
al mundo con sus mares y sus montes,
cuerpo de luz filtrado por un ágata,
piernas de luz, vientre de luz, bahías,
roca solar, cuerpo color de nube,
color de día rápido que salta,
la hora centellea y tiene cuerpo,
el mundo ya es visible por tu cuerpo,
es transparente por tu transparencia,
voy entre galerías de sonidos,
fluyo entre las presencias resonantes,
voy por las transparencias como un ciego,
un reflejo me borra, nazco en otro,
oh bosque de pilares encantados,
bajo los arcos de la luz penetro
los corredores de un otoño diáfano,
voy por tu cuerpo como por el mundo,
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Vita Spericolata
Voglio una vita maleducata
di quelle vite fatte, fatte cos
voglio una vita che se ne frega
che se ne frega di tutto s
voglio una vita che non mai tardi
di quelle che non dormono mai
voglio una vita di quelle che non si sa mai.
E poi ci troveremo come le stars
a bere del whisky al Roxy bar
o forse non c'incontreremo mai
ognuno a rincorrere i suoi guai
ognuno col suo viaggio
ognuno diverso
e ognuno in fondo perso
dentro i fatti suoi!
Voglio una vita spericolata
voglio una vita come quelle dei film
voglio una vita esagerata
voglio una vita come Steve Mc Queen
voglio una vita che non mai tardi
di quelle che non dormi mai
voglio una vita, la voglio piena di guai!!!
E poi ci troveremo come le stars
a bere del whisky al Roxy bar
oppure non c'incontreremo mai
ognuno a rincorrere i suoi guai
ognuno col suo viaggio
ognuno diverso
e ognuno in fondo perso
dentro i fatti suoi!
Voglio una vita maleducata
di quelle vite fatte cos
voglio una vita che se ne frega
che se ne frega di tutto s!!!
Voglio una vita che non mai tardi
di quelle che non dormi mai
voglio una vita
vedrai che vita vedrai!!!
E poi ci troveremo come le star
a bere del whisky al Roxy bar
o forse non c'incontreremo mai
ognuno a rincorrere i suoi guai!!!
Voglio una vita spericolata
voglio una vita come quelle dei film
voglio una vita esagerata
voglio una vita come Steve Mc Queen
Voglio una vita maleducata
di quelle vite fatte cos
voglio una vita che se ne frega
che se ne frega di tutto s!!!
song performed by Vasco Rossi
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Gareth And Lynette
The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent,
And tallest, Gareth, in a showerful spring
Stared at the spate. A slender-shafted Pine
Lost footing, fell, and so was whirled away.
'How he went down,' said Gareth, 'as a false knight
Or evil king before my lance if lance
Were mine to use--O senseless cataract,
Bearing all down in thy precipitancy--
And yet thou art but swollen with cold snows
And mine is living blood: thou dost His will,
The Maker's, and not knowest, and I that know,
Have strength and wit, in my good mother's hall
Linger with vacillating obedience,
Prisoned, and kept and coaxed and whistled to--
Since the good mother holds me still a child!
Good mother is bad mother unto me!
A worse were better; yet no worse would I.
Heaven yield her for it, but in me put force
To weary her ears with one continuous prayer,
Until she let me fly discaged to sweep
In ever-highering eagle-circles up
To the great Sun of Glory, and thence swoop
Down upon all things base, and dash them dead,
A knight of Arthur, working out his will,
To cleanse the world. Why, Gawain, when he came
With Modred hither in the summertime,
Asked me to tilt with him, the proven knight.
Modred for want of worthier was the judge.
Then I so shook him in the saddle, he said,
"Thou hast half prevailed against me," said so--he--
Though Modred biting his thin lips was mute,
For he is alway sullen: what care I?'
And Gareth went, and hovering round her chair
Asked, 'Mother, though ye count me still the child,
Sweet mother, do ye love the child?' She laughed,
'Thou art but a wild-goose to question it.'
'Then, mother, an ye love the child,' he said,
'Being a goose and rather tame than wild,
Hear the child's story.' 'Yea, my well-beloved,
An 'twere but of the goose and golden eggs.'
And Gareth answered her with kindling eyes,
'Nay, nay, good mother, but this egg of mine
Was finer gold than any goose can lay;
For this an Eagle, a royal Eagle, laid
Almost beyond eye-reach, on such a palm
As glitters gilded in thy Book of Hours.
And there was ever haunting round the palm
A lusty youth, but poor, who often saw
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poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Pide Mas
Prefiero toda la miel a un gramo de sal
Prefiero un raro comienzo a un mal final
Y si se trata de dormir prefiero despertar
Prefiero el sol a una lampara de nen
Prefiero mil bienvenidas a un adios
Prefiero quedarme a escuchar entera esta cancin
Por si en una estrofa me llego a tropezar con Dios
Y bailar sin parar, que hacerme en un rincn
Y sentarme a esperar y a perder la ilusin
Y si hablo sin pensar entonces es mucho mejor
El mundo es una esfera gira y vuelve donde se esperar
Mis ojos mirarn cosas que ni alcanzo a imaginar
El mundo es una esfera gira y vuelve donde se esperar
Cuando alguien pide mas sabe que quien busca va a encontrar
Prefiero un mundo a un pedazo de souvenir
Seguir la lucha dejar de sobrevivir
Prefiero olvidar lo que d a lo que recib
Y aunque rompa mi corazn volver a amarte asi
Y bailar sin parar como me gusta a mi
Y sentarte a esperar no me ire de aqui
Y si te hablo de mas, t vive y deja vivir
El mundo es una esfera gira y vuelve donde se esperar
Mis ojos mirarn cosas que ni alcanzo a imaginar
El mundo es una esfera gira y vuelve donde esperas
Cuando alguien pide mas sabe que quien busca va a encontrar
El mundo es una esfera gira y vuelve donde se esperar
Mis ojos mirarn cosas que ni alcanzo a imaginar
El mundo es una esfera gira y vuelve donde esperas
Cuando alguien pide mas sabe que quien busca va a encontrar
song performed by Shakira
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Sir Hornbook
I.
O'er bush and briar Childe Launcelot sprung
With ardent hopes elate,
And loudly blew the horn that hung
Before Sir Hornbook's gate.
The inner portals opened wide,
And forward strode the chief,
Arrayed in paper helmet's pride,
And arms of golden leaf.
--"What means,"--he cried,--"This daring noise,
That wakes the summer day?
I hate all idle truant boys:
Away, Sir Childe, away!"--
--"No idle, truant boy am I,"--
Childe Launcelot answered straight;
--"Resolved to climb this hill so high,
I seek thy castle gate.
"Behold the talisman I bear,
And aid my bold design:"--
Sir Hornbook gazed, and written there,
Knew Emulation's sign.
"If Emulation sent thee here,"
Sir Hornbook quick replied,
"My merrymen all shall soon appear,
To aid thy cause with shield and spear,
And I will head thy bold career,
And prove thy faithful guide."--
Loud rung the chains; the drawbridge fell;
The gates asunder flew:
The knight thrice beat the portal bell,
And thrice he call'd "Halloo."
And out, and out, in hasty rout,
By ones, twos, threes, and fours;
His merrymen rush'd the walls without,
And stood before the doors.
II.
Full six and twenty men were they,
In line of battle spread:
The first that came was mighty A,
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poem by Thomas Love Peacock
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The Sorcerer: Act I
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
Sir Marmaduke Pointdextre, an Elderly Baronet
Alexis, of the Grenadier Guards--His Son
Dr. Daly, Vicar of Ploverleigh
John Wellington Wells, of J. W. Wells & Co., Family Sorcerers
Lady Sangazure, a Lady of Ancient Lineage
Aline, Her Daughter--betrothed to Alexis
Mrs. Partlet, a Pew-Opener
Constance, her Daughter
Chorus of Villagers
ACT I -- Grounds of Sir Marmaduke's Mansion, Mid-day
SCENE -- Exterior of Sir Marmaduke's Elizabethan Mansion, mid-day.
CHORUS OF VILLAGERS
Ring forth, ye bells,
With clarion sound--
Forget your knells,
For joys abound.
Forget your notes
Of mournful lay,
And from your throats
Pour joy to-day.
For to-day young Alexis--young Alexis Pointdextre
Is betrothed to Aline--to Aline Sangazure,
And that pride of his sex is--of his sex is to be next her
At the feast on the green--on the green, oh, be sure!
Ring forth, ye bells etc.
(Exeunt the men into house.)
(Enter Mrs. Partlet with Constance, her daughter)
RECITATIVE
MRS. P. Constance, my daughter, why this strange depression?
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poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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Ella Baila Sola
Ella baila sola esa canci├│n
Aunque no haya olas ni coral
Aunque no regalen ya una flor
Quiere bailar sola esa canci├│n.
Te dejaron como una peonza
Donde se juntaron dos
A las puertas de un gran laberinto
Sin un mapa ni un avi├│n.
Te dijeron que ya las sirenas
Pasan del fondo del mar
Que ahora buscan olas y mareas
Que las lleven a bailar.
Y es que ya no sirve s├│lo tu habitaci├│n
Y ya no quieres que te escondan el dolor
Ahora prefieres dejarte llevar por el sol
Y es que las sirenas ya no huyen del calor.
Ella baila sola esa canci├│n
Aunque no haya olas ni coral
Aunque no regalen ya una flor
Quiere bailar sola esa canci├│n.
Ella baila sola
song performed by Ella Baila Sola from Marta A Marilia
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Lancelot And Elaine
Elaine the fair, Elaine the loveable,
Elaine, the lily maid of Astolat,
High in her chamber up a tower to the east
Guarded the sacred shield of Lancelot;
Which first she placed where the morning's earliest ray
Might strike it, and awake her with the gleam;
Then fearing rust or soilure fashioned for it
A case of silk, and braided thereupon
All the devices blazoned on the shield
In their own tinct, and added, of her wit,
A border fantasy of branch and flower,
And yellow-throated nestling in the nest.
Nor rested thus content, but day by day,
Leaving her household and good father, climbed
That eastern tower, and entering barred her door,
Stript off the case, and read the naked shield,
Now guessed a hidden meaning in his arms,
Now made a pretty history to herself
Of every dint a sword had beaten in it,
And every scratch a lance had made upon it,
Conjecturing when and where: this cut is fresh;
That ten years back; this dealt him at Caerlyle;
That at Caerleon; this at Camelot:
And ah God's mercy, what a stroke was there!
And here a thrust that might have killed, but God
Broke the strong lance, and rolled his enemy down,
And saved him: so she lived in fantasy.
How came the lily maid by that good shield
Of Lancelot, she that knew not even his name?
He left it with her, when he rode to tilt
For the great diamond in the diamond jousts,
Which Arthur had ordained, and by that name
Had named them, since a diamond was the prize.
For Arthur, long before they crowned him King,
Roving the trackless realms of Lyonnesse,
Had found a glen, gray boulder and black tarn.
A horror lived about the tarn, and clave
Like its own mists to all the mountain side:
For here two brothers, one a king, had met
And fought together; but their names were lost;
And each had slain his brother at a blow;
And down they fell and made the glen abhorred:
And there they lay till all their bones were bleached,
And lichened into colour with the crags:
And he, that once was king, had on a crown
Of diamonds, one in front, and four aside.
And Arthur came, and labouring up the pass,
All in a misty moonshine, unawares
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poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Senza Una Donna
Non e' cosi' che passo i giorni Baby come stai
Sei stata li e adesso torni Lady Hey, con chi stai
Io sto qui e guardo il mare
sto con me, mi faccio anche da mangiare
si e' cosi', ridi pure, ma non ho piu' pauredi restare
senza una donna
come siamo lontani
senza una donnasto bene anche domani
senza una donna
che m'ha fatto morir
senza una donna
E' meglio cosi'
Non e' cosi' che puoi comprarmi Baby, tu lo sai
E' un po' piu' giu'
che devi andare lady Yes, se ce l'hai
io ce l'ho vuoi da bere
guardami sono un fiore
Be' non proprio cosi', ridi pure, ma
non ho piu' paure di restare
Senza una donna
come siamo lontani
senza una donna
sto bene anche domani
senza una donnache m'ha fatto morir.......
Io sto qui e guardo il mare
ma perche' continuo a parlare
non lo so ridi pure ma
non ho piu' paure di restare
Senza una donna
come siamo lontani
senza una donna
sto bene anche domani
senza una donna
che m'ha fatto morire
senza una donnavieni qui come on here
senza una donna
ora siamo vicini
senza una donna
sto bene anche domani
senza una donna
che m'ha fatto morir.
song performed by Zucchero
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The Sonadora
La So├▒adora
La So├▒adora The Dreamer
----------- -----------
Yo; el oto├▒o I; the autumn
Yo; el vespero I; the evening star (1)
He sido un eco I have been an echo
Seré una ola I shall be a wave
Seré la luna I shall be the moon
He sido todo
song performed by Enya
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Quiero Perderme En Tu Cuerpo
Quiero perderme en tu cuerpo
Como agua clara en un bosque de sol
Mirar tus ojos inciertos
Donde sembrara mil sue├▒os de amor.
Quiero beber en tus labios
Esa caricia de luna y de miel
Y descubrir el encanto
De la pasi├│n que se esconde en tu piel.
Quiero pintar con tus besos
Un cielo de estrellas sembrado de luz
Buscar abrigo en tu cuerpo
En la noche eterna de tu juventud.
Quiero saciar mi locura
En la tibia playa de tu desnudez
Para llenar de ternura
La inocencia pura de hacerte mujer.
Quiero escapar por tu vientre
Para nuevamente llenarme de paz
Que es tan inmenso tenerte
Clavada en mi pecho
Como una verdad.
Quiero entregarte mis a├▒os
Mis ganas de amarte
Mi fuerza y me.
Quiero llegar con tu mano
Al rincón sagrado que siempre soñé.
Quiero pintar con tus besos
Un cielo de estrellas sembrado de luz
Buscar abrigo en tu cuerpo
En la noche eterna de tu juventud.
Quiero saciar mi locura
En la tibia playa de tu desnudez
Para llenar de ternura
La inocencia pura de hacerte mujer.
Quiero pintar con tus besos
Un cielo de estrellas sembrado de luz
Buscar abrigo en tu cuerpo
En la noche eterna de tu juventud.
Quiero saciar mi locura
En la tibia playa de tu desnudez
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song performed by David Bisbal from Coraz├│n Latino
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Extensiones de Accidente - Estrofas de Frieda Kahlo
Estrofa 1
No podía dejar allí,
tuvo que se ensanchan, se seca la pintura,
y la carne, secador de piel de abajo
a los huesos, un esqueleto sin sexo *,
cráneo ya no bigote,
** una calavera, nada más,
siempre de calcio dependientes de curvas
sobre lienzo, lo que se congela
no para avivar y quema,
una 'cola de pavonis' **.
* Skeleton
** Cráneo
*** Peacock Tail (una imagen en la alquimia)
Estrofa 2
Calavera, el futuro está
mano a la boca, los dedos a la frente
desarrollando ante formas aún instatic.
Mantener desesperadamente a cuadros antes
estas percepciones temblando.
Estrofa 3
Para llegar a un acuerdo
con lo que sucede
en repetidas ocasiones -
16 años de edad,
perforación de metal viola
carne recién mujer,
se convierte en algo
totalmente asombrado,
dolor furioso, implacable
quemaduras de vapor, sin embargo,
Sin embargo, cada lienzo,
siempre cayendo hacia atrás
dentro de la cruel alquimia
vas, astillas de vidrio
en los nervios implacable,
revestido de acero chapado en Virgen
tiene un cíclope de un amante.
Estrofa 4
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Der Meister
Lauft!
Weil der Meister uns gesandt
verk├╝nden wir den Untergang
der Reiter der Boshaftigkeit
f├╝ttert sein Geschw├╝r aus Neid
Die Wahrheit ist wie ein Gewitter
es kommt zu dir du kannst es h├╢ren
es kund zu tun ist ach so bitter
es kommt zu dir um zu zerst├╢ren
Weil die Nacht im Sterben lag
verk├╝nden wir den j├╝ngsten Tag
es wird kein Erbarmen geben
lauft
song performed by Rammstein
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Be Careful
Be careful with my heart
You could break it
Don't take my love for granted
Things could change
Sometimes I go insane
I played the fool and you'll agree
I'll never be the same
Without you here with me
CHORUS 1
Cuidado(please careful) con mi coraz├│n
Me siento algo desnuda
Cuidado(please careful) con mi coraz├│n
Mi coraz├│n
Be careful with my heart
You could break it
Don't take my love for granted
Things could change
Sometimes I go insane
I played the fool and you'll agree
I'll never be the same
Without you here with me
CHORUS 2
Cuidado(please careful) con mi coraz├│n
Cari├▒o no me lastimes
Cuidado(please careful) es mi coraz├│n
Mi coraz├│n
If I could reach out to you
Nothing will stop me
Take your head in my hands
Tell me what would you do
Kiss your eyes
song performed by Ricky Martin from Ricky Martin
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Mi Alma
Mi Alma, que piensas en tus suenos.
Mi Alma, que piensas de esta vida.
Con tu presencia puedo ser hombre fuerte.
Nunca te olvides que eso es la verdad.
En todos mis suenos te doy carino.
En todos mis suenos to doy protecion.
Es una cosa que no puedo explicarte,
Es una cosa que siento en mi corazon,
Es una cosa que no escapa de mi mente,
Nunca teolvides que eso es la verdad.
Mi Alma, que ves con tus ojos.
Mi Alma, ves colores en el cielo.
Con tu sonrisa, puedes brillar el mundo,
Nunca teolvides que eso es la verdad.
En todos mis suenos te doy carino.
En todos mis suenos to doy protecion.
Es una cosa que no puedo explicarte,
Es una cosa que siento en mi corazon,
Es una cosa que no escapa de mi mente,
Nunca teolvides que eso es la verdad.
Es una cosa que no puedo explicarte,
Es una cosa que siento en mi corazon,
Es una cosa que no escapa de mi mente,
Nunca teolvides que eso es la verdad.
Es una cosa que no puedo explicarte,
Es una cosa que siento en mi corazon,
Es una cosa que no escapa de mi mente,
Nunca teolvides que eso es la verdad.
Mi alma gue piensas en
song performed by Ozomatli
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Senza Una Donna - Without A Woman (feat. Paul Young)
This ain't the way, I spent my mornings baby
come stai?
you been with him, and now you come back my lady
hey, what's he like?
I just sit, and watch the ocean
with myself, even doing my own cookin'
you can laugh, you're forgiven
but I'm no longer frightened to be livin'
Senza una donna,...no more pain and no sorrow
Senza una donna,...I'll make it through tomorrow
Senza una donna,... givin' me torture and bliss
without a woman,...better like this
There is no way, that you can buy me baby
don't make fun
you got to dig, a little deeper baby (in the heart?)
yeah, if you have one
Here's my heart, feel the power
look at me, I'm a flower
you can laugh, you're forgiven
but I'm no longer frightened to be livin'
Senza una donna,...no more pain and no sorrow
Senza una donna,...I'll make it through tomorrow
Senza una donna,... givin' me torture and bliss
ohh i stay here, and watch the ocean
don't know why, I keep on talkin'
you may laugh, you're forgiven
but I'm no longer frightened (maybe) to be livin'
Senza una donna,...no more pain and no sorrow
Senza una donna,...I'll make it through tomorrow
Senza una donna,... givin' me torture and bliss
Without a woman,...vieni qui! come on in
Senza una donna,...I don't know what might follow
Senza una donna,...oh, maybe from tomorrow
Senza una donna,...givin' me torture and bliss
song performed by Zucchero
Added by Lucian Velea
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The Baffled Knight, Or Lady's Policy
There was a knight was drunk with wine,
A riding along the way, sir;
And there he met with a lady fine,
Among the cocks of hay, sir.
'Shall you and I, O lady faire,
Among the grass lye down-a,
And I will have a special care
Of rumpling of your gown-a?'
'Upon the grass there is a dewe
Will spoil my damask gown, sir;
My gowne and kirtle they are newe,
And cost me many a crowne, sir.'
'I have a cloak of scarlet red,
Upon the ground I'll throwe it;
Then, lady faire, come, lay thy head;
We'll play, and none shall knowe it.'
'O yonder stands my steed so free
Among the cocks of hay, sir;
And if the pinner should chance to see,
He'll take my steed away, sir.'
'Upon my finger I have a ring,
It's made of finest gold-a,
And, lady, it thy steed shall bring
Out of the pinner's fold-a.'
'O go with me to my father's hall;
Fair chambers there are three, sir;
And you shall have the best of all,
And I'll your chamberlaine bee, sir.'
He mounted himself on his steed so tall,
And her on her dapple gray, sir;
And there they rode to her father's hall,
Fast pricking along the way, sir.
To her father's hall they arrived strait;
'Twas moated round about-a;
She slipt herself within the gate,
And lockt the knight without-a.
'Here is a silver penny to spend,
And take it for your pain, sir;
And two of my father's men I'll send
To wait on you back again, sir.'
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poem by Anonymous Olde English
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Lynching
Have you ever heard of lynching in the great United States?
'Tis an awful, awful story that the Negro man relates,
How the mobs the laws have trampled, both the human and divine,
In their killing helpless people as their cruel hearts incline.
Not the heathen! 'Tis the Christian with the Bible in his hand,
Stands for pain and death to tyrannize the weaklings of the land;
Not the red man nor the Spaniard kills the blacks of Uncle Sam,
'Tis the white man of the nation who will lunch the sons of Ham.
To a limb upon the highway does a Negro's body hang,
Riddled with a hundred bullets from the bloody, thirsty gang;
Law and order thus defying, and there's none to say them nay.
"Thus," they say, to keep their power, "Negroes must be kept at bay."
How his back is lacerated! how the scene is painted red,
By the blood of one poor Negro till he numbers with the dead!
Listen to the cry of anguish from a soul that God has made,
But it fails to reach the pity of the demons in the raid.
To a tree we find the Negro and to him a chain beside,
There a horse to it is fastened and the whip to him applied.
Thus he pulls the victim's body till it meets a dying fate,
And to history is given a new scandal to relate.
Limb from limb he's torn asunder! See the savage lynchers grin!
Then the flesh is cut in pieces and the souvenirs begin;
Each must have the piece allotted for the friends at home to see,
Relatives will cluster round him, laughing, dancing, filled with glee.
To a stake they bind the Negro, pile the trash around him high,
Make the fire about his body; it is thus that he must die.
Burn him slowly, hear the lynchers: "That's the part we most enjoy!
Tell it out in all the nation how we killed a Negro boy!"
Savage mob a Negro's chasing, and to catch him must not fail;
If it does, another's taken, there to force from him the tale
Where the fleeing man is hiding; if the facts he cannot raise,
Though his innocence protesting, for the same by death he pays.
"'Tis a Negro's blood we're craving; such will have at any cost;
We must lynch the one in keeping, for the other one is lost!"
This they say, and when they're questioned answer like this is the why,
"To the race at large a warning here a Negro man shall die!"
O, how brave the Southern white man when, a hundred men to one,
Lynch a lone, defenceless Negro, when each lyncher has a gun.
If at midnight or the noonday, the result is all the same,
Law is powerless to hinder, and the nation shares the blame.
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poem by Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
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