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Lisa Ekdahl | Give Me That Slow Knowing Smile

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I’m on my hands and knees
searching every corner for my lost heart and soul
Hear me begging please
I’m searching every corner for my lost heart and soul

Now give me that Slow knowing smile
Like someone who may know their way
Give me that Slow knowing smile
That may make wanna say hey hey hey hey
Give me that Slow knowing smile
Give it to me
Slowly
Give me that Slow knowing smile
Give it to me
Slowly

I tell you what I do
I’m searching every corner for what I know is mine
I tell you what is true
My heart and my soul is what I need to find

Give me that Slow knowing smile
Like someone who knows where to go
Give me that Slow knowing smile
That may make me wanna say oh oh oh oh

Give me that Slow knowing smile
Give it to me
Slowly
Give me that Slow knowing smile
Give it to me
Slowly

Give it to me
Slowly
Give me that
Slow knowing smile

Peter Hammill | The Birds

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Spring came far too early this year:
May flowers blooming in February.
Should I be sad for the month,
or glad for the sky?
The birds don’t know which way to sing
and, my friend,
neither do I.

Two days ago, a girl I truly thought I loved
suddenly didn’t seem to matter at all.
Should I sing sad farewell to things
I’m really glad I’ve left behind?
The birds don’t know which way to sing
and, my friend,
neither do I.

In another day, heavy snow will lie upon the ground
and buds prematurely bloomed shall fail;
and every creature living now,
then will surely die…
The birds don’t know which way to sing
and, my friend,
neither do I.
The birds don’t know if it’s time yet to fly;
they don’t know which way to go
and, my friend,
neither do I.

To Love Is To Bury | Cowboy Junkies + Natalie Merchant

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I buried him down by the river
cause thats where he liked to be
And every night when the moon is high
I go there and weep openly

He and I were married
By this river neath this willow tree
And with God and friends witnessing it
He pledged his life to me

To me he was earth
And I rooted in his soil
I to he was sky vast and free
Of the burdens from which he toiled

Then one night a terrible fight
Words spoken better left unsaid
With his wedding vows ringing in my ears
He gave his life to me

They say to love is to bury
Those demons from which we all hide
But tonight by this river neath this willow tree
Becoming one of earth and sky

Tango with Lions ~ In a Bar

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Tango with Lions are the project of singer/song-writer Kat, and were originally conceived in 2006 after the musical dressing of diaries, photos and book-reading influences. A band was officially formed during a summer-time jam in 2007, in a beach house with former members Johniethin and Dana. Johnniethin’s blues-folk guitar playing and harmonica style, met cellist Stavros’ confident melodies and Dana’s delicate clarinet sound to complete what the debut album “Verba Time” represents. Since the recording sessions during 2009-2010 with producer Ottomo at Fab Liquid Studios, the line up has changed, with Yannos now playing guitars and the appearance of drums. Tango with Lions is seen as a collective of day-dreamers, hard-workers and music-lovers. The album “Verba Time” got released by InnerEar Records on June 21st, 2010 and was warmly welcomed by critics and audience. Tango with Lions are currently giving concerts along with preparing new songs.”

Members:
Kat- voice, piano, guitars, harp, bass
Yannos- guitars, vocals
Stavros- cello, mandolin
Nikos V.- drums, percussion, vocals
Jimmy Star – trompone

Morangos Silvestres (legendado) | Ingmar Bergman

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Um médico, prestigiado professor, aos 78 anos viaja de Estocolmo para Lund para receber um título honorífico da universidade onde se formou… apesar do prestígio social e profissional, o professor sonha que talvez esteja morto porque poderá ter falhado a parte propriamente humana da vida… a nora acusa-o de “egoísmo, frieza, indiferença”… e diz-lhe que o filho o respeita… mas também o odeia!… e ficamos a saber que o filho não quer ter filhos porque foi “um filho indesejado”, gerado num “casamento infernal”… no final, porém, o mestre Bergman diz-nos que pode haver esperança!… há mestres!… (André Freire)

Retirado do Facebook | Mural de André Freire

Santana | La Flaca

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En la vida conoci mujer igual a la Flaca
Coral negro de la Habana, tremendisima mulata
Cien libras de piel y hueso, cuarenta kilos de Salsa
En la cara dos soles que sin palabras hablan
Que sin palabras hablan

La Flaca duerme de dia, dice que asi el hambre engaña
Cuando cae la noche baja a bailar a la Tasca
Y bailar y bailar, y tomar y tomar
Una cerveza tras otra pero ella nunca engorda
Pero ella nunca engorda

Por un beso de la Flaca daria lo que fuera
Por un beso de ella, aunque solo uno fuera
Por un beso de la Flaca daria lo que fuera
Por un beso de ella, aunque solo uno fuera
Aunque solo uno fuera

Mojé mis sabanas blancas, como dice la canción
Recordando las caricias que me brindó el primer día
Y enloquezco de ganas de dormir a su ladito
Porque Dios que esta flaca a mi me tiene loquito
O-oh, a mi me tiene loquito

Por un beso de la Flaca daria lo que fuera
Por un beso de ella, aunque solo uno fuera
Por un beso de la Flaca daria lo que fuera
Por un beso de ella, aunque solo uno fuera
Aunque solo uno fuera

Por un beso de la Flaca daria lo que fuera
Por un beso de ella, aunque solo uno fuera
Por un beso de la Flaca daria lo que fuera
Por un beso de ella, aunque solo uno fuera
Como nena ven, quiero que te muevas y sentir tu piel

Zeca Afonso | Traz outro amigo também

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Amigo maior que o pensamento
Por essa estrada amigo vem
Por essa estrada amigo vem
Não percas tempo que o vento
É meu amigo também
Não percas tempo que o vento
É meu amigo também

Em terras
Em todas as fronteiras
Seja benvindo quem vier por bem
Seja benvindo quem vier por bem
Se alguém houver que não queira
Trá-lo contigo também
Se alguém houver que não queira
Trá-lo contigo também

Aqueles
Aqueles que ficaram
Em toda a parte todo o mundo tem
Em toda a parte todo o mundo tem
Em sonhos me visitaram
Traz outro amigo também
Em sonhos me visitaram
Traz outro amigo também

Dmitri Hvorostovsky | Bright Is the Night

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Ночь светла. Над рекой
Тихо светит луна.
И блестит серебром
Голубая волна.
Темный лес Там в тиши
Изумрудных ветвей
Звонких песен своих
Не поет соловей.
Под луной расцвели
Голубые цветы.
Они в сердце моем
Пробудили мечты.
К тебе грезой лечу,
Твое имя шепчу.
Милый друг, нежный друг,
По тебе я грущу.
Ночь светла. Над рекой
Тихо светит луна.
И блестит серебром
Голубая волна.
В эту ночь при луне
На чужой стороне,
Милый друг, нежный друг,
Помни ты обо мне.

Light is the Night. The moon is
Shining quietly over the river.
And there is silver moonshine
On the blue wave.
The forest is dark. The nightingale isn’t singing
Loudly its songs
On the emerald-green branches
Of the silent trees.
The blue flowers
Are in full bloom in the moonshine.
They have awakened dreams
In my heart.
I’m flying to you in my dreams,
Whispering your name.
My sweetheart, my darling,
I’m longing for you.
My darling, I’m still longing
For you this night.
My sweetheart, my darling,
I recall you in the moonlight ,
this night, still loving you
As much as always.
My sweetheart, my darling,
Remember me
Over there, in your homeland,
In the moonlight, this night.
My sweetheart, my darling,
Remember me…

David Bowie | Absolute Beginners

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I’ve nothing much to offer
There’s nothing much to take
I’m an absolute beginner
But I’m absolutely sane
As long as we’re together
The rest can go to hell
I absolutely love you
But we’re absolute beginners
With eyes completely open
But nervous all the same

If our love song
Could fly over mountains
Could laugh at the ocean
Just like the films
There’s no reason
To feel all the hard times
To lay down the hard lines
It’s absolutely true

Nothing much could happen
Nothing we can’t shake
Oh, we’re absolute beginners
With nothing much at stake
As long as you’re still smiling
There’s nothing more I need
I absolutely love you
But we’re absolute beginners
But if my love is your love
We’re certain to succeed

If our love song
Could fly over mountains
Sail over heartaches
Just like the films
If there’s reason
To feel all the hard times
To lay down the hard lines
It’s absolutely true

Rolling Stones | Angie

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Angie, Angie
When will those clouds all disappear?
Angie, Angie
Where will it lead us from here?
With no lovin’ in our souls and no money in our coats
You can’t say we’re satisfied
But Angie, Angie
You can’t say we never tried

Angie, you’re beautiful
But I hate that sadness in your eyes
Angie, I still love you baby
Remember all those nights we cried
All the dreams we held so close
Seemed to all go up in smoke
Let me whisper in your ear
Angie, Angie
Where will it lead us from here? Yeah

All the dreams we held so close
Seemed to all go up in smoke
Hate that sadness in your eyes
But Angie, I still love you baby
Everywhere I look I see your eyes
There ain’t a woman that comes close to you
Come on baby dry your eyes
But Angie, Angie
Ain’t it good to be alive
Angie, Angie, you can’t say we never tried.

Macyn Taylor | Sweet Home Chicago

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Come on
Oh baby don’t you want to go
Come on
Oh baby don’t you want to go
Back to that same old place
Sweet home Chicago
Come on
Baby don’t you want to go
Hidehey
Baby don’t you want to go
Back to that same old place
Oh sweet home Chicago
Well, one and one is two
Six and two is eight
Come on baby don’t ya make me late
Hidehey
Baby don’t you want to go
Back to that same old place
Sweet home Chicago
Come on
Baby don’t you want to go
Back to that same old place
Sweet home Chicago
Six and three is nine
Nine and nine is eighteen
Look there…

Dmitri Hvorostovsky | Farewell, Happiness, a folk song a capella

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“Farewell, happiness, my life,
I know you go around without me
It means we must part;
I won’t see you any more
Dark little night! Ah, but I can not sleep!
I myself don’t know why
You, dear little girl, …
You alone disturb me,
You alone deprived me of rest.
(refrain; Dark etc)
Remember, remember that May day,
My dear one and I went to swim.
We sat on the sand,
On the yellow, the soft sand.
Dark little night! Ah, but I can not sleep…”

Programme de « la nuit des idées » à Alger

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argelUn format de rencontres innovant débarque à Alger en janvier et promet une nuit blanche remplie d’activités culturelles.

« La Nuit des Idées« , c’est le nom de ces rencontres culturelles qui « circulent à travers le monde » et qui feront une halte à Alger du 25 au 27 janvier prochain, à l’initiative de l’Institut français de la ville.

Ouverte à tous les curieux, la Nuit des Idées débutera le 26 janvier à 17h pour se clôre le 27 janvier à 2h du matin, avec à chaque fois et dans chaque lieu, une activité culturelle différente placée sous le thème « un monde commun ».

La cinémathèque algérienne, l’Institut en lui-même, le Centre Diocésain des Glycines sont autant de lieux qui accueilleront la manifestation, et les expositions, conférences et autres projections de prévues pour l’occasion.

Programme de la Nuit des Idées d’Alger

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Rolling Stones | Angie

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Angie, Angie
When will those clouds all disappear?
Angie, Angie
Where will it lead us from here?
With no lovin’ in our souls and no money in our coats
You can’t say we’re satisfied
But Angie, Angie
You can’t say we never tried

Angie, you’re beautiful
But I hate that sadness in your eyes
Angie, I still love you baby
Remember all those nights we cried
All the dreams we held so close
Seemed to all go up in smoke
Let me whisper in your ear
Angie, Angie
Where will it lead us from here? Yeah

All the dreams we held so close
Seemed to all go up in smoke
Hate that sadness in your eyes
But Angie, I still love you baby
Everywhere I look I see your eyes
There ain’t a woman that comes close to you
Come on baby dry your eyes
But Angie, Angie
Ain’t it good to be alive
Angie, Angie, you can’t say we never tried.

Pink Floyd | Another Brick In The Wall

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We don’t need no education
We don’t need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey teacher leave them kids alone
All in all it’s just another brick in the wall
All in all you’re just another brick in the wall

[chorus at end by pupils from the Fourth Form Music Class Islington Green School, London]

We don’t need no education
We don’t need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey teacher leave us kids alone
All in all you’re just another brick in the wall
All in all you’re just another brick in the wall

R.E.M. | Losing My Religion

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Life is bigger
It’s bigger
And you, you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I set it up

That’s me in the corner
That’s me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don’t know if I can do it
Oh no I’ve said too much
I haven’t said enough

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

Every whisper
Of every waking hour
I’m choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I set it up

Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I’ve said too much

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
That was just a dream

That’s me in the corner
That’s me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don’t know if I can do it
Oh no I’ve said too much
I haven’t said enough

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream, try, cry, why, try
That was just a dream, just a dream, just a dream
Dream