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New York, New York
03:26
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Start spreading the news
I am leaving today
I want to be a part of it
New York, New York
These vagabond shoes
They are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it
New York, New York
I want to wake up in that city
That doesn't sleep
And find I'm king of the hill
Top of the heap
My little town blues
They are melting away
I gonna make a brand new start of it
In old New York
If I can make it there
I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you
New York, New York
New York, New York
I want to wake up in that city
That never sleeps
And find I'm king of the hill
Top of the list
Head of the heap
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2. |
Greenwich Village
05:00
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Oh mother dear mother
Oh yes, hello, it’s me
And I’m calling with news of great fortune
For I’m bound across the sea
I’ve met a man in Greenwich Village
Oh yes, and he’s tall and he’s lean.
And he’s built like a Roman Statue
Oh he’s the loveliest man I’ve ever seen.
And mother dear mother,
Well he’s offering me quite the chance
Seem’s I’ll be missing that family reunion
For he’s taking me to Paris France
Je vais parler avec toute le monde
Sur les routes
Et dans des grands boulevards.
Et je vais vous envoyer beaucoup de les lettres
Oh maman, un petit peu de chocolat
Un verre du vin.
And some nice post-cards.
Oh his hair is long and flaxen
And when he sings, oh it sounds like a band
And he lives above a crack den
On the island of Manhattan.
How we walk through the avenues a-swingin’
How he lifts me, and he spins me as we stroll
When I’m with him, I swear, I hear the angels singing
Won’t you go, you lassie, go.
Oh lord I did not expect him
Nor did I ever cast my line
Oh instead I was standing on my own two feet
When he came to this life of mine
So don’t you worry for me
My dear mother
For I’ve never been so sure
Oh my heart is red as a pomegranate
and my love flows long and pure.
Oh yes he sure is something.
Oh yes he sure is something.
He’s the kind of man who reads Ann Carson
He’s the kind of man who’s got a framed portrait of Walt Whitman
He’s the kind of man who has his own coffee cup collection
He’s the kind of man who has a duvet cover
He’s the kind of man who has all of his expenses covered
He’s the kind of man who went out to San Fransisco on a whim
And he hitchhiked around
And when he came back there was nothin’ left
Of his buddhist little ego
And all of those days we spent together
Waltzing around the Sacré Coeur
Oh I could have told you all about it mother
But I’d never never never been so sure
That something was overtaking me
That something was overtaking me
In those sweet sensations
And baby baby maybe my heart
Was breaking
Maybe my soul was aching
And I was gonna go down
They never tell you that love dies
They never tell you that the sweet, sweet Parisian skies
All of the hearts breakin’
All of the champagne leakin’
All of those nights we spent speaking and dreaming (???)
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3. |
La Vie en Rose
03:45
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Quand il me prend dans ses bras
Il me parle tout bas
Je vois la vie en rose
Il me dit des mots d'amour
Des mots de tous les jours
Et ça me fait quelque chose
Il est entré dans mon cœur
Une part de bonheur
Dont je connais la cause
C'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie
Il me l'a dit, l'a juré pour la vie
Et dès que je l'aperçois
Alors je sens en moi
Mon cœur qui bat
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4. |
Santa Lucia
03:56
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Sul mare luccica
L'astro d'argento
Placida è l'onda
Prospero è il vento
Sul mare luccica
L'astro d'argento
Placida è l'onda
Prospero è il vento
Venite all'agile
Barchetta mia
Santa Lucia
Santa Lucia
Venite all'agile
Barchetta mia
Santa Lucia
Santa Lucia
Con questo zeffiro
Così soave
Oh, com'è bello
Star sulla nave
Con questo zeffiro
Così soave
Oh, com'è bello
Star sulla nave
Su passeggeri
Venite via
Santa Lucia
Santa Lucia
Su passeggeri
Venite via
Santa Lucia
Santa Lucia
In fra le tende
Bandir la cena
In una sera
Così serena
In fra le tende
Bandir la cena
In una sera
Così serena
Chi non dimanda
Chi non desia
Santa Lucia
Santa Lucia
Chi non dimanda
Chi non desia
Santa Lucia
Santa Lucia
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5. |
Fall From Grace
03:44
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FALL FROM GRACE
Well I fall, but I don’t fall from grace
Running around all over the place
There are times I may stumble and fall on my face
But when I fall, I don’t fall from grace
Well I’ve loved, but I’ve loved not in vain
My heart is at home
But my feet are on the train
Oh long have I longed
To bow down and explain
That I’ve loved, but I’ve loved not in vain
Battle Hymn of the Republic
I know I’ll be singing you soon
My body’s the country
That’s riddled by rail
And my face is the light of the moon
Well I fall but I don’t fall from grace
In my heart is a love that time wont erase
When the man from the city
Well he looks down on me
I may have fallen, but I fell gracefully
Old man river, my old man river
He just keeps rolling along
And long have I wanted to bend at the banks
And sing my victory song
So if you’ve loved and lost
If you’ve paid the cost
If your world’s destroyed
By a girl or a boy
Just look in my eyes
And remember the phrase
When you fall, you don’t fall from grace
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L-O-V-E
03:57
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L is for the way you look at me
O is for the only one I see
V is very, very extraordinary
E is even more than anyone that you adore can
Love is all that I can give to you
Love is more than just a game for two
Two in love can make it
Take my heart and please don't break it
Love was made for me and you
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Melanie Beth Curran New York, New York
Melanie Beth Curran writes country old time traditional american honky tonk folk music about places and people. She lives in New York City.
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