outubro 04, 2009

39 years ago, Janis moved over the life.

You say that it’s over baby, Lord,
You say that it’s over now,
But still you hang around me, come on,
Won’t you move over.

You know that I need a man, honey Lord,
You know that I need a man,
But when I ask you to you just tell me
That maybe you can.

Please dontcha do it to me babe, no!
Please dontcha do it to me baby,
Either take this love I offer
Or honey let me be.

I ain’t quite a ready for walking, no no no no,
I ain’t quite a ready for walking,
And whatcha gonna do with your life,
Life all just dangling ?

Oh yeah, make up your mind, honey,
You’re playing with me, hey hey hey,
Make up your mind, darling,
You’re playing with me, come on now!
Now either be my loving man,
I said-a let me honey, let me be, yeah!

You say that it’s over, baby, no,
You say that it’s over now,
But still you hang around me, come on
Won’t you move over.

You know that I need a man, honey, I told you so.
You know that I need a man,
But when I ask you to you just tell me
That maybe you can.

Hey! Please dontcha do it to me, babe, no!
Please dontcha do it to me baby,
Either take this love I offer,
Honey let me be.

I said won’t you, won’t you let me be ?
Honey, you’re teasing me.
Yeah, you’re playing with my heart, dear,
I believe you’re toying with my affections, honey.

I can’t take it no more baby,
And furthermore, I don’t intend to.
I’m just tired of hanging from the end of a string, honey,
You expect me to fight like a goddamned mule.
Wah, wah, wah, wah, honey...

Blogado por Jean Boechat at 06:01 PM | Comentários (2)

outubro 02, 2009

[ Mull of Kintyre : The Wings ]

Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre

Far have I travelled and much have I seen
Dark distant mountains with valleys of green
Past painted deserts, the sun sets on fire
As he carries me home to the Mull of Kintyre

Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre

Sweep through the heather like deer in the glen
Carry me back to the days I knew then
Nights when we sang like a heavenly choir
Of the life and the times of the Mull of Kintyre

Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre

Smiles in the sunshine and tears in the rain
Still take me back where my mem'ries remain
Flickering embers grow higher and high'r
As they carry me back to the Mull of Kintyre

Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre

Mull of Kintyre...

Blogado por Jean Boechat at 05:51 PM | Comentários (1)