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Únor 2008

The Barbra Streisand Album

22. února 2008 v 19:12 | Drusilla |  Lyrics
The Barbra Streisand Album (1963)
Track list
01 - Cry Me a River
02 - My Honey´s Loving Arms
03 - I´ll Tell the Man in the Street
04 - A Taste of Honey
05 - Who´s Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf
06 - Soon it´s Gonna Rain
07 - Happy Days Are Here Again
08 - Keepin´ Out of Mischief Now
09 - Much More
10 - Come To the Supermarket (In Old Peking)
11 - A Sleepin´ Bee
CRY ME A RIVER
Now you say
You're lonely
You cry the long night trough
Well you can cry me a river
Cry me a river
I cried a river over you.
Now you say you're sorry
For being so untrue
Well you can cry me a river
Cry me a river
I cried a river over you.
You drove me
Nearly drove me out of my head
While you never shed a tear.
Remember, I remember
all that you said
Told me love was to plebeian.
Told me you were trough with me.
Now you say you love me
Well, just to prove you do
Cry me a river
Cry me a river
I cried over you.
You drove me
Nearly drove me out of my head
While you never shed a tear.
Remember, I remember
all that you said
Told me love was to plebeian.
Told me you were trough with me.
And now you say you love me
Well just to prove me you do
Come on, come on
Cry me a river
Cry me a river
I cried a river over you
I cried a river you.
MY HONEY´S LOVING ARMS
I love your loving arms
They hold a world of charms
A place to nestle
When I am lonely
A cozy morris chair
What kind of chair
Is a Maurice chair?
One caress, happiness,
Seems to bless my little honey
I love him more each day
When years have passed away
He'll find my love
Belongs to him only!
'Cause when the world seems wrong
He'll know that I belong
Right in my honey's loving arms
I love him more each day
When years have passed away
He'll find my love
Belongs to him only!
'Cause when the world seems wrong
He will know that I belong
Right in my honey's loving arms
I said my honey 's loving
I mean my honey's loving arms,
I mean my honey's loving arms...
I´LL TELL THE MAN IN THE STREET
I won't to tell of my love
To the red, red rose
Or the running brook
Where the sweet magnolia grows
I won't tell of my love
To every little star
On the wipperwill
On the hill above
I'll tell the man in the street
And everyone I meet
That you and I are sweethearts
I'll shout it out
From the roof
I'll give the papers proof
That we two are complete hearts
I want the world to know
I'll use the radio
And when I've said all I'll say
You may be old and gray
But you can't get away from me.
A TASTE OF HONEY
Cold winds may blow
o磂r the icy sea
But I'll take with me
The warmth of thee
A taste of honey,
A taste much sweeter than wine
He will return...He will return
He'll come back
For the honey and me
I leave behind
My heart to wear
And may it e磂r remind you of
A taste of honey
A taste much sweeter than wine
He will return...He will return...
He'll come back for
the honey and me.
WHO´S AFRAID OF THE BIG BAD WOLF
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf
The big bad wolf
The big bad wolf
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf
Tra la la la la
Long ago there were three pigs
Little handsome piggy wigs
For the big, bad the very big, very bad wolf,
They did not give three figs
Number one was very gay
And he built his house with hay
With a hey hey toot he blew on his flute
And he played around all day
Now number two was fond of jigs
And so he built his house with twigs
Hey, diddle diddle he played on his fiddle
And danced with lady pigs
Number three said: "nix on tricks,
I shall build my house with bricks!"
He had no chance to sing or dance,
'Cause work and play don't mix
Ha, ha, ha, the two little do-little pigs
Just winked and laughed Ah! Woo!
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf
The big bad wolf
The big bad wolf
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf
Tra la la la la
Came the day when fate did frown
And a wolf blew into town
With a gruff huff puff, he puffed just enough
And the hay house fell right down!
One and two were scared to death
Of the big bad wolfy's breath
by the hair of your chinny
chin I'll blow you in
And the twig house answered yes
No one left but number three
To save that piglet family
So when they knocked, he fast unlocked
And said come in with me
Now they all were safe inside
But the bricks hurt wolfy's pride
So, he slid down the
chimney and oh by Jiminey
In a fire he was fried
Oh oh oh, the three little free little pigs
Just winked and laughed... Ah! Woo!
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf
The big bad wolf
The big bad wolf
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf
Tra La La La La
Tra la la Tra la la
Tra la la la la la la la la la la!
Who's afraid of the big, big, big,
Bad woooooooooooooooooooolf!
SOON IT´S GONNA RAIN
Hear how the wind begins to whisper
See how the leaves go streaming by
Smell how the velvet rain is falling
Out where the fields are warm and dry
Now is the time to run inside and stay
Now is the time to find a hideaway
Where we can play
Soon it's gonna rain, I can see it
Soon it's gonna rain, I can tell
Soon it's gonna rain, what are we gonna do?
Soon it's gonna rain, I can feel it
Soon it's gonna rain, I can tell
Soon it's gonna rain, what will we do with you?
We'll find four limbs of a tree
We'll build four walls and a floor
We'll bind it over with leaves
Then duck inside and play
Then we'll let it rain, we'll not feel it
Then we'll let it rain, rain pell mall
And we'll not complain if it never stops at all
We'll live and love within our castle
Hear how the wind begins to whisper
Feel how the rain is falling now
HAPPY DAYS ARE HERE AGAIN
So long sad times
go long bad times
we are rid of you at last
howdy gay times
cludy gray times
you are now a thing of the past
Happy days are here again
the skies above are clear again
so let's sing a song
of cheer again
happy days are here again
All together shout it now
there's no one
who can doubt it noe
so let's tell the
world about it now
happy days are here again
Your cares and troubles are gone
there'll be no more from now on
from now on
happy days are here again
the skies above are so clear again
so let's sing a song
of cheer again
happy times
happy nights
happy days
are here again!
KEEPIN´ OUT OF MISCHIEF NOW
Keepin' out of mischief now
I really am in love and how
I'm through playin' with fire
It's you whom I desire
All the world can plainly see
You're the only one for me
I have told them in advance
They can't break up our romance
Livin' up to all my vows
'Cause I'm keepin' out mischief now
Out of mischief now
I am in love and how
I'm through playin' with fire
It is you whom I desire
All the world can see
You are the one for me
I have told them in advance
They can not break up our romance
Livin' up to all my vows
'Cause I'm keepin' out of
mischief,...Oh, yeah!
Keepin' out of mischief...Oh, yeah!
Keepin' out of mischief now!
MUCH MORE
I'd like to swim
In a clear blue stream
Where the water is icy cold
Then go to town
In a golden gown
And have my fortune told
Just once, just once
Just once before I am old
I'd like to be not evil
But a little wordly wise
To be the kind of girl designed
To be kissed upon the eyes
I'd like to dance till two o'clock
Or sometimes dance till dawn
Or if the band could stand it
Just go on and on and on
Just once, just once
Before the chance is gone
I'd like to waste a week or two
And never do a chore
To wear my hair unfastened
So it billows to the floor
To do the things
I'd dreamed about
But never done before
Perhaps I'm bad or wild or mad
With lots of grief in store
But I want much more
Than keepin' house
Much more, much more, much more!
COME TO THE SUPERMARKET (IN OLD PEKING)
If you want a fancy fan
Or a turkey born in Turkey-stan
Or a slave that's awf'lly African
Or a Teapot early Ming,
Come to the supermarket in old Peking.
If you want to buy a kite
Or a pup to keep you up at night
Or a dwarf who used to know Snow White
Or a frog who loves to sing,
Come to the supermarket in old Peking.
They have: sunflow'r
cakes, moonbeam cakes,
Gizzard cakes, lizard cakes,
Pickled eels, pickle snakes,
Fit for any king,
If you want a bust of jade
Or an egg that's more or less decayed
Or in case you care to meet a maid
For a nice but naughty fling,
Come to the supermarket,
If you come on an
ostrich, you can park it,
So come to the supermarket
And see Pe-
King.
If you want a gong to beat
Or a rickshaw with a sassy seat
Or a painting slightly indiscreet
That is simply riveting,
Come to the supermarket and see Peking.
Well, If you want some calico
Or a gentle water buffalo
Glow worm guaranteed to glow
Or a cloak inclined to cling,
Come to the supermarket in old Peking.
They have bird's-nest soup, seaweed soup,
Noodle soup, poodle soup,
Talking crows with the croup,
Almost anything.
If you want to buy a saw
Or a fish delicious when it's raw
Or a pill to kill your moth'r-in-law
Or a bee without a sting,
Come to the supermarket,
If you come on a turtle, you can park it,
So come to the supermarket
If you come on a goose, you can park it,
So come to the supermarket
And see
Pe-
King!
A SLEEPIN´ BEE
When a bee lies sleeping
In the palm of your hand
You're be witched
And deep in love
As long it looked after land.
Where you see a sun up sky
With a morning new
And where the days
goes laughing by
As love come on calling on you.
Sleep on bee
Don't wake up
Can't believe what just past.
He is mine
For the taken
I am happy at last
Maybe I dreams
But he seems sweet
golden as a crown.
A sleeping bee
Than told me
I will walk with my
feet of the ground
And while I'm the one true love
I has found.
Sleep on bee
Don't wake up
Can not believe what just past
He's mine for the taken
I am happy at last
Maybe I dreams
But he seems sweet
golden as a crown.
A sleeping bee
Told me
I will walk with my
feet of the ground
When my one true love
I has found.

Singly

13. února 2008 v 17:28 | Drusilla |  Discografie
Singly

Pins and Needles - 1. část

3. února 2008 v 22:01 | Drusilla |  Lyrics
Pins and Needles (1962) - track list, lyrics
01 - Sing Me a Song with Social Significance
02 - Doing the Reactionary
03 - One Big Union For Two
04 - It´s Better with a Union Man /instrumental/
05 - Nobody Makes a Pass at Me
06 - I´ve Got the Nerve to Be in Love /instrumental/
07 - Not Cricket to Picket
08 - Back to Work
09 - Status Quo
10 - When I Grow up (G Man)
11 - Chain Store Daisy /instrumental/
12 - Four Little Angels of Peace
13 - Sunday in the Park /instrumental/
14 - What Good is Love
15 - Mene, Mene, Tekel
Sing me a song with social significance

Im tired of moon-songs of star and of june songs,
They simply make me nap
And ditties romantic drive me nearly frantic
I think theyre all full of pap
Historys making, nations are quaking
Why sing of stars above
For while we are waiting father times creating
New things to be singing of
Sing me a song with social significance
All other tunes are taboo
I want a ditty with heat in it,
Appealing with feeling and meat in it!
Sing me a song with social significance
Or you can sing til youre blue
Let meaning shine from evry line
Or I wont love you
Sing me of wars and sing me of breadlines
Tell me of front page news
Sing me of strikes and last minute headlines
Dress your observation in syncopation!
Sing me a song with social significance
Theres nothing else that will do
It must get hot with what is what
Or I wont love you.
I want a song thats satirical
And putting the mere into miracle
It must be packed with social fact
Or I wont love you
Sing me of kings and confrences martial
Tell me of mills and mines
Sing me of courts that arent impartial
Whats to be done with em tell me in rhythm
Sing me a song with social significance
Theres nothing else that will do
It must be tense with common sense
Or I wont love you.
Doing the reactionary
Its darker than the dark bottom
It rumbles more than the rumba
If you think that the two-steps got em
Just take a look at this number
Its got that certain swing
That makes you wanna sing
Dont go left, but be polite
Move to the right
Doing the reactionary
Close your eyes to where youre bound
And youll be found
Doing the reactionary
All the best dictators do it
Millionaires keep steppin to it
The four hundred love to sing it
Ford and morgan swing it
Hands up high and shake your head
Youll soon see red
Doing the reactionary
Dont go left, but be polite
Move to the right
Doing the reactionary
Close your eyes to where youre bound
And youll be found
Doing the reactionary
All the best dictators do it
Millionaires keep steppin to it
The four hundred love to sing it
Ford and morgan swing it
Hands up high and shake your head
Youll soon see red
Doing the reac-
Doing the reac-
Tionary
So get in it, begin it
Its smart, oh, so very
To do the reactionary!
One Big Union For Two
He:
Ive decided the only way I can woo
Is to take a hint from the affl and the cio
She:
Now youre talking, perhaps I might listen to you
I dont say that Ill yes,
But dont say Ill say no
He:
Then its not too late to negotiate
She:
Oh, well, well see
Both:
Perhaps we can agree
He:
Im on a campaign to make you mine
Ill picket you until you sign
In one big union for two
No courts and junction can make me stop
Until your love is all closed shop
In one big union for two
Seven days a week I want the right
To call you mine both day and night
The hours may be long
But fifty million union members cant be wrong
She:
When we have joined up perhaps therell be
A new recruit or two or three
For thats what team work can do
Both:
In one big union for two
She:
We wont have sit-downs inside our gate
Well never need to arbitrate
In one big union for two
He:
We will have no lock-outs to make us frown
No stabbing when Im out of town
In one big union for two
She:
Will you pay your dues,
Theyre very light
A kiss each day
And a kiss each night
Our life will be a song
For..
Both:
Fifty million union members cant be wrong
He:
When we have signed up and made the grade
Well let a member-
She:
Union made
Both:
Who looks like me and like you
In one big union for two

Nobody Makes A Pass At Me
I want men that I can squeeze, that I can please, that I can tease
Two or three or four or more!
What are those fools waiting for?
I want love and I want kissing I want more of what I'm missing
Nobody comes knocking at my front door
What do they think my knocker's for?
If they don't come soon there won't be any more!
What can the matter be?
I wash my clothes with lux, my etiquette's the best
I spend my hard-earned bucks on just what the ads suggest
Oh dear what can the matter be
Nobody makes a pass at me!
I'm full of kellogg's bran, eat grapenuts on the sly
A date is on the can of coffee that I buy
Oh dear, what can the matter be?
Nobody makes a pass at me!
Oh beatrice fair-fax, give me the bare facts
How do you make them fall?
If you don't save me, the things the lord gave me
Never will be any use to me at all
I sprinkle on a dash of "fragrance de amour,"
The ads say "makes men rash" but I guess their smell is pour
Oh dear what can the matter be
Nobody makes a pass at me
I use ovaltine and listerine, barbasol and musterole
Life buoy soap and flit, so why ain't I got it?
I use coca cola and marmola, crisco, lesco and mazola
Ex-lax and vapex, so why ain't I got sex?
I use albolene and maybellene, alka seltzer, bromo seltzer
Odorono and sensation
So why ain't I got fascination?
My girdles come from the best, times ads say they're chick
And up above I'm dressed in the brassier of the week
Oh dear, what can the matter be?
Nobody makes a pass at me!
I use pond's on my skin, with rye-crisp I have thinned
I get my culture in I began "gone with the wind"
Oh dear, what can the matter be?
Nobody makes a pass at me!
Oh dor'thy dix, please, show me some tricks
Please, I want some men to hold
I want attention and things I can't mention
And I want them all before I get too old
I use mum ev'ry day and angelus liplure
But still men stay away just like iv'ry soap I'm pure
Just like I result of 99 and 44
One hundred percent p.o
Oh dear what can the matter be?
Nobody makes a pass at me
Not Cricket To Picket
It's not cricket to picket not cricket
Oh, no it's just not coming for to picket
You haven't any right you know
You're acting in great haste
Just think of the predicament
In which your boss is placed
And entre-nous I think
It's an exceedingly bad taste
Not cricket to picket not cricket
It's not cricket to picket not cricket
Atrocious and gauche you know to picket
Go home and starve like gentlemen
Not like a noisy brood
Real ladies never make a fuss
Though they like clothes and food
And money's never talked about
For that would be quite rude
Not cricket to picket not cricket
It's not picket to cricket not picket
Uncultured and unmannerly to picket
You know you're misbehaving now
You mustn't lose your mind
You're being so inelegant
And frankly quite unkind
Excuse my indiscretion
But you're older than refined
Not picket to cricket not picket
It ain't ticket to stick it not picket
Now offer some
Get each man there a cricket
Oh, dear, where is your decency
No vanderbilts or asters
Would ask in such a vulgar way
Be fitting only dexters
I beg you get the hell away
You lousy bunch of..
What do you mean disturbing the peace?
Come with you often
Oh, you see, you're brushing my mink
Get your hands off, kid!
You don't seem to know who I am
Or whom I know
Listen, I'm an intimate friend of jimmy walker
You won't get me in the..

Pins and Needles - 2. část

3. února 2008 v 22:01 | Drusilla |  Lyrics
Back To Work
Chorus:
Hey here comes joe now running down the street, hey joe!
He must have news the way he moves his feet, hey joe!
He's coming from the meeting with the boss, hey joe!
I hope they didn't throw him for a loss, hey joe!
He must have news about the strike, I wonder what it's like
Hey joe! hey joe! hey joe, don't be so slow!
Tell us, joe! spill it, joe! joe, what do you know?
Joe:
What do I know?
I ain't heard as good news since lord knows when
For the strike is over, boys
Back to work again!
Chorus:
Yeah!
Joe:
The fighting's through now
There's no more fuss
For the strike is over, boys
Back to work for us!
Chorus:
Yeah!
Joe:
We gave a little, and we took a little
It was quite a fight but things came out all right!
Shout to the rafters, let yourselves go
For the striking all is done, let's have fun
The day is won, back to work we go!
Chorus:
Yeah!
Back to work again!
Back to work for us! joe:
We gave a little, and we took a little. we gave and we took--
It was quite a fight it was quite a fight
Joe:
But things came out all right!
Shout to the rafters, let yourselves go
For the striking all is done
Joe and chorus:
Let's have fun
The day is won, back to work we go!
Back to work, joe!
Back to work, joe!
Back to work we go!

Status Quo
Are you ready to hear your lesson for the day?
-Yes, teacher! yes, teacher!
Are you ready to learn what history has to say?
-Yes, teacher! yes, teacher!
Then take your books and follow me to 1776 ad
And as the history page is turned we will see what we can learn
-Yes, teacher! yes, teacher! yes, teacher!
In 1776 tom paine was writing books with a might and main
The tory said "now man alive"
Stop giving out with this here liberty jive
-Stop giving out with this here liberty jive
Don't sing of people's rights that way
They might believe in what you say
So stop your song it's not polite
Pipe down before you start a fight
-You don't say, teacher, is that right?
Aha, but tom paine looked ahead
And to those tories thomas said no, no, no, no
When you got to go, you got to go
You can't stand still on freedom's track
If you don't go forward, you go back
You can't giddyup by saying whoa
And sitting on your status quo
-Yes, teacher! yes, teacher! yes, teacher! yes, teacher!
To washington at valley forge
A wise guy whispered slow down, george
Why start up trouble for the king
This freedom racket is a corny thing
-This freedom racket is a corny thing
Your troops are ickys they can't move
You'll never get them in the groove
So if you're wise, you'll just lay low
And play with the guys that have the dough
-You don't say teacher, is that so?
Aha, but george just looked ahead
And to that tory georgie said...no...no, no, no
When you got to go, you got to go
You can't stand still on freedom's track
If you don't go forward, you go back
You can't giddyup by saying whoa
And sitting on your status quo
-Yes, teacher! yes, teacher!
Now paul revere saw a bellfry light
And that boy rode to town one night
Sang to the farmers near and far
Here come the british beating eight to the bar
One slippery tory said now paul
You're manners aren't nice at all
Turn back, don't be an old hep cat
The right people don't sing like that
-Butpaul revere turn him down flat
Aha, that's right, he rode ahead
And to that tory paul just said, no, no, no, no
When you got to go, you got to go
You can't stand still on freedom's track
If you don't go forward, you go back
You can't giddyup by saying whoa
And sitting on your status quo
Yes, teacher! yes, teacher! yes, teacher
So, students now you're hep, don't stop!
Keep stepping to that freedom hop
Although the tory's beef and blow
To keep you sitting on your status quo
-To keep you sitting on your status quo
When they say let's stand still a bit
Give up some rights, no harm in it
Remember those are just the tricks
That did not work in 76
-Now ain't that right, the same old tricks?
Though torys talk: don't be misled
And do what all those others said
No, no, no, no
When you got to go, you got to go
You can't stand still on freedom's track
If you don't go forward, you go back
You can't giddyup by saying whoa
And sitting on your status ..
Sitting on, yes, sittin' on your, status..
Quo! Oh!
When I Grow Up (The G-Man Song)
Cut my tongue out, I've been caught out
Like a giant juggernaut
Happy hours, golden showers
On a cruise to freak you out
We could fly a helicopter
Nothing left to talk about
Entertain you, celebrate you
I'll be back to frame you
When I grow up I'll be stable
When I grow up I'll turn the tables
Trying hard to fit among you
Floating out to wonderland
Unprotected, god I'm pregnant
Damn the consequences
When I grow up I'll be stable
When I grow up I'll turn the tables
Blood and blisters on my fingers
Chaos rules when we're apart
Watch my temper I go mental
I'll try to be gentle
When I grow up I'll be stable
When I grow up I'll turn the tables
When I grow up
When I grow up
When I grow up I'll turn the tables
Don't take offence
Can I make amends?
Rip it up to shreds and let it go
Don't take offence
Can I make amends?
Rip it up to shreds and let it go
Rip it up to shreds and let it go
Rip it up to shreds and let it go
Rip it up in shreds and let it go
How you like it best, you let me know

Four Little Angels Of Peace

Four little angels of peace are we
Loving our neighbors so peacefully
There's really no harm if we do not disarm
For we always in close harmony
Four little angels of peace are we
There is one thing on which we agree
With fall or with friend
We will fight to the end
Just for peace, peace, peace..
Though we butchered the boss
And I've own made the choice
And slaughter the irish no end
Though I'm injured and poor
Slaying hoard upon hoard
We're but playing the part of a friend
Yes, our arms we ain't twist
But we'll be elected for peace
Except in the case of the crook
We conquered both spears
Now we're up to our ears
Just trying to keep what we took
Three little angels of peace are we
Living together so blissfully
Oh, we never fight unless
We're on the right
But we're always in the right, you see?
Three little angels of peace are we
There is one thing on which we agree
Until we are wrecks
We'll break each other's necks
Just for peace, peace, peace..
In japan we've the right
In a generous night
But the emperor knows peace is finer
It isn't our fault it's a case of absurd
We're picked down and buried by china
Oh, how we're deplored
I glad did it for the world
We're a nation of poets and thinkers
Also, though we bound without pity
And lay west to his city
It's because all the chinese are stinkers
Two little angels of peace are we
Living together in amity
We'll sign any pack saying we won't attack
But it's just a mere formality
Two little angels of peace are we
There is one thing on which we agree
We try to keep calm
When we gas, we bump
Just for peace, peace, peace..
Now I know that our war
Is a thing to have horror
And that peaceful fill out
When we hope we have
With our love from the start
I atrocious did all my part
To civilize nearly the hope we have
Though you call me sadistic
Imperialistic
My armies required a quarry
And though we may slave
What's a splendid day today
After all that we'll say that we're sorry
Though I fall for the urge
Of a nice bloody purge
And living my way I was carrying on
Though I clean up my schmutz
Would I hear nazi putz
It is all for the sake of the aryan
My ambitions are small
I want nothing at all
My plans wouldn't be any littler
Now that austria's nazi
It will be hazy-gazy
To put the whole world under hitler
Four little angels of peace are we
Drinking with older of saintity
Though we slaughter the meek
We confirm every week
And we talk it over peacefully
Four little angels of peace are we
There is one thing on which we agree
We'll shout and we'll shell
We'll get each other's hell
Just for peace, peace, peace..
What Good Is Love?
Everywhere I go
I hear sweet songs about the moon
Songs about the stars above
And songs of love and june
Songs of hearts that beat as one
To some sweet lovers tune
But they're not songs that sing for me
Songs about the dream that lies
Within a lover's eyes
Songs about the cloudless sky
And lover's paradise
Songs about the joys of love
And lovers lullabies
But there not songs that sing for me
What good is love?
If you have to face
Cold hungry days and sighing
What good is love?
If life's just a race
To keep your heart from crying
Let the poet sing of skies above
And endless love
And hearts that dance
Where is my chance?
For the call of romance
What good is love?
If you haven't got
All that makes life worth living
What good is love?
If you haven't got
Even a thing worth giving
You can keep your little songs
That sing of all the joy that love can bring
What good's romance?
What good is love to me?
You can keep your little songs
That sing of all the joy that love can bring
What good's romance?
What good is love to me?

Mene, Mene, Tekel
I don't recall all of the lyrics, particularly the bridge, but here is what i
Remember:
The king of babylon, belshazzer
He was a mean old razzledazzer
He never paid no income taxes
The big shot of the babylon-jerusalem axis
Mene, mene, tekel, tekel, tekel
Mene, mene, tekel
U-oo-pharsin
The king of babylon, belshazzer
The king of babylon, belshazzer
He was a mean old razzledazzer
Sittin' with his wives and concubines
A-shovin' in fried chicken and impor-orted wines
Mene, mene, tekel, tekel, tekel
Mene, mene, tekel
You-oo-pharsin
The king of babylon, belshazzer
He was a mean old razzledazzer
He never paid no income taxes
The bigshot of the babylon-jerusalem axis
Mene, mene, tekel, tekel, tekel
Mene, mene, tekel
You-oo-pharsin
(Bridge: the lyric about the finger appearing
I don't remember. but when the king saw it...)
The king grew cold where he was sittin'
The finger wrote, and havin' written
It vanished slowly overhead
And this is what the writng of the go-ood lord said
Mene, mene, tekel, tekel, tekel
Mene, mene, tekel
You-oo-pharsin
The king grew cold where he was sittin'
The finger wrote and having written
It vanished slowly overhead
And this is what the writing of the good lord said
Mene, mene, tekel, tekel, tekel
Mene, mene, tekel
You-oo-pharsin

Discografie 5. část - 2000 - současnost

1. února 2008 v 22:14 | Drusilla |  Discografie
2000 - současnost
2000 - Timeless - Live in concert
2001 - Christmas memories
2002 - Duets
2002 - THE ESSENTIAL BARBRA STREISAND
2003 - The Movie Album
2004 - Love songs
2004 - The Very Best Of
2005 - Guilty Pleasures
2006 - Nur das Beste (Love songs)
2006 - Live in Concert