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Wicked Game de Chris Isaak

Cat Power - Good Woman

I want to be a good woman
And I want, for you to be a good man.
This is why I will be leaving
And this is why, I can’t see you no more.
I will miss your heart so tender
And I will love
This love forever

I don’t want to be a bad woman
And I can’t stand to see you be a bad man
I will miss your heart so tender
And I will love
This love forever
And this is why I am leaving
And this is why I can’t see you no more
This is why I am lying when I say
That I don’t love you no more

Cause I want (to) be a good woman
And I want for you to be a good man

I think she was a middle-distance runner...
(the translation wasn't clear).
Could be a budding stately hero.
International competition in a year.
She was a good enough reason for a party...
(well, you couldn't keep up on a hard track mile)
while she ran a perfect circle.
And she wore a perfect smile
in Budapest... hot night in Budapest.

We had to cozzy up in the old gymnasium...
dusting off the mandolins and checking on the gear.
She was helping out at the back-stage...
stopping hearts and chilling beer.
Yes, and her legs went on for ever.
Like staring up at infinity
through a wisp of cotton panty
along a skin of satin sea.
Hot night in Budapest.

You could cut the heat, peel it back with the wrong side of a knife.
Feel it blowing from the sidefills. Feel like you were playing for your life
(if not the money).
Hot night in Budapest.

She bent down to fill the ice box
and stuffed some more warm white wine in
like some weird unearthly vision
wearing only T-shirt, pants and skin.
You know, it rippled, just a hint of muscle.
But the boys and me were heading west
so we left her to the late crew
and a hot night in Budapest.
It was a hot night in Budapest.

She didn't speak much English language...
(she didn't speak much anyway).
She wouldn't make love, but she could make good sandwich
and she poured sweet wine before we played.

Hey, Budapest, cha, cha, cha. Let's watch her now.

I thought I saw her at the late night restaurant.
She would have sent blue shivers down the wall.
But she didn't grace our table.
In fact, she wasn't there at all.
Yes, and her legs went on forever.
Like staring up at infinity.
Her heart was spinning to the west-lands
and she didn't care to be
that night in Budapest.
Hot night in Budapest.

Portishead-Silence

Let's go get stoned Yeah....
Oh....Let's go get stoned
Everybody
Let's go get stoned
Oh....Let's go get stoned
Now wait a minute
You know my baby, she won't let me in
I've Got a few pennies, I'm gonna buy myself a bottle of gin
I'm gonna call my buddy on the telephone
and say Let's go get stoned

Now Listen
You know I work so hard, all day long
Everything I try to do, Seem to always turn out wrong
That's why I wanna stop by on my way home and say
Let's go get stoned

Now let me tell ya one more thing
Ain't no harm
To have a little taste
But don't lose your cool
and start messing up a man's place
Ain't no harm to take a little nip
But don't ya fall down and bust your lip
Mmmmmm...no...no
Let's go get stoned
Oh.....Let's go get stoned
I think every body ought to come on and go with me
Let's go get stoned
Oh......Let's go get stoned
I'm gonna tell ya one more time what i'm gonna do
Let's go get stoned
Oh......Let's go get stoned
(fade out)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jj7sL4SPhcw&feature=related

Rasputin escribió:I think she was a middle-distance runner...
(the translation wasn't clear).
Could be a budding stately hero.
International competition in a year.
She was a good enough reason for a party...
(well, you couldn't keep up on a hard track mile)
while she ran a perfect circle.
And she wore a perfect smile
in Budapest... hot night in Budapest.

We had to cozzy up in the old gymnasium...
dusting off the mandolins and checking on the gear.
She was helping out at the back-stage...
stopping hearts and chilling beer.
Yes, and her legs went on for ever.
Like staring up at infinity
through a wisp of cotton panty
along a skin of satin sea.
Hot night in Budapest.

You could cut the heat, peel it back with the wrong side of a knife.
Feel it blowing from the sidefills. Feel like you were playing for your life
(if not the money).
Hot night in Budapest.

She bent down to fill the ice box
and stuffed some more warm white wine in
like some weird unearthly vision
wearing only T-shirt, pants and skin.
You know, it rippled, just a hint of muscle.
But the boys and me were heading west
so we left her to the late crew
and a hot night in Budapest.
It was a hot night in Budapest.

She didn't speak much English language...
(she didn't speak much anyway).
She wouldn't make love, but she could make good sandwich
and she poured sweet wine before we played.

Hey, Budapest, cha, cha, cha. Let's watch her now.

I thought I saw her at the late night restaurant.
She would have sent blue shivers down the wall.
But she didn't grace our table.
In fact, she wasn't there at all.
Yes, and her legs went on forever.
Like staring up at infinity.
Her heart was spinning to the west-lands
and she didn't care to be
that night in Budapest.
Hot night in Budapest.

Posiblemente la mejor canción del "Crest Of a Knave", que ya es decir.

Curtis Loew escribió:Let's go get stoned Yeah....
Oh....Let's go get stoned
Everybody
Let's go get stoned
Oh....Let's go get stoned
Now wait a minute
You know my baby, she won't let me in
I've Got a few pennies, I'm gonna buy myself a bottle of gin
I'm gonna call my buddy on the telephone
and say Let's go get stoned

Now Listen
You know I work so hard, all day long
Everything I try to do, Seem to always turn out wrong
That's why I wanna stop by on my way home and say
Let's go get stoned

Now let me tell ya one more thing
Ain't no harm
To have a little taste
But don't lose your cool
and start messing up a man's place
Ain't no harm to take a little nip
But don't ya fall down and bust your lip
Mmmmmm...no...no
Let's go get stoned
Oh.....Let's go get stoned
I think every body ought to come on and go with me
Let's go get stoned
Oh......Let's go get stoned
I'm gonna tell ya one more time what i'm gonna do
Let's go get stoned
Oh......Let's go get stoned
(fade out)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jj7sL4SPhcw&feature=related

joooodeeeeerrrrrr

Joe Yankee escribió:Pensacola - Joan Osborne

que tema, madre mia.

Tremendo, casi a la altura de "One Of Us", la verdad es que ese disco es una gozada.