Cornershop – Brimful of Asha (Fatboy Slim Remix) I feel emptiness from the headlamps, that come and pass me by. Ek yer sadi Asha, jemarh sanu din rat suc subelian manghrdi heh. Brujanio. There’s dancing Behind movie scenes Behind the movie scenes Sadi Rani She’s the one that keeps the dream alive from the morning past the evening to the end of the light Brimful of Asha on the 45 Well it’s a brimful of Asha on the 45 And dancing Behind movie scenes Behind those movie scenes Asha Bhosle She’s the one that keeps the dream alive from the morning past the evening to the end of the light Brimful of Asha on the 45 Well it’s a brimful of Asha on the 45 And singing illuminate thee main streets And the cinema aisles We don’t care bout no Gov’t warnings, About their promotion of a simple life And the dams they’re building Brimful of Asha on the 45 Well it’s a brimful of Asha on the 45 Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow Everybody needs a bosom Mine’s on the 45 Mohamed Rufhi 45 Lata Mangeshkar 45 Solid state radio 45 Fer–guh–son mono 45 Bonn publeek 45 Jacques Dutronc and the Bolan Boogie, the Heavy Hitters and the Chichi music All India Radio 45 Two in ones 45 Argo Records 45 Trojan Records 45 Brimful of Asha on the 45 77,000–piece Orchestra set Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow Mine’s on the RPM!! Los Amigos Invisibles – Sexy Hoy creo que te noto mas sexy, mas sexy O es esta cerveza caliente, caliente Hoy quiero tu cuerpo, hoy quiero tus senos Y hay algo aquí abajo que grita, que grita Ven a mí, mami Tómame Bésame, geva Muérdeme Si sigues bailando tan cerca, tan cerca Te sigues moviendo y me sigues sonriendo Después no podras esconderte no Porque estoy tan solo y porque estoy tan solo Ven a mí, mami Tómame Bésame, geva Muérdeme I believe you look a little bit sexier Perhaps it's this warm beer Today I want your body, today I want your breasts And there's something down here that shouts Come to me, babe Take me Kiss me, girl Bite me If you keep on dancing so close to me If you keep on moving, if you keep on smiling Then you won't be able to hide from me Because I'm so alone, Because I'm so alone Come to me, babe Take me Kiss me, girl Bite me Zap Mama – Rifiki na muka na muka CHORUS: NILIPATA RAFIKI NA PENDA RAFIKI NA BAKIE sit down here Ôn tell me a story when you’re with friends no need to hurry no more rush, no more haste No more when you’re with friends no need to hurry no more rush, no more haste No more CHORUS time to see sisters face to face time to talk, time to breathe I can believe I have a friend now I believe CHORUS King Changó – Confesión Yo soy traicionero y soy un viajero en este mundo de la emocion, me inspiro de pronto y olvido lo bueno, pero en este caso, mi volcán se apago! Maldita decision que se me enreda en la niebla por no seguir lo que grita el corazon eres tœ, solo tu amor! Confesion, confesion, prendo una vela y le pido a los santos, sigo la vía de un futuro que anhelo, pero sin ti mi alma se quema en lo incierto Porque cada vez que tœ me miras morena mi corazon empieza a palpitar como ayer, como hoy amor! Yo sé bien que todo lo que tengo te lo debo a ti! Oigo el teléfono sonar pienso que vas a llamar nadie responde oh no! se que soy el culpable... Yo le rezo y le pido a los santos... sí, sí, sí, vuelve a mi... Yemayá, oh Yemayá, donde ella este protéjela! Yo s� bien fue mala decision, pero donde estés, espero que estés bien! Eres tœ la mejor mujer, solo tœ mi esposa y companera, confesion, confesion, confesion... Jorge Ben – Ponta de Lanca Africano (Umbabarauma) Umbabarauma homem gol Joga bola joga bola corocondo Joga bola joga bola jogador Pula, pula, cai, levanta, sobe, desce Chuta, abre espa�o, vibra, e agrade�e Olha que a cidade toda ficou messa tarde bonita Só pra te ver jogar Umbabarauma homem gol Joga bola joga bola jogador Joga bola joga bola corocondo Here here here jogador Here here here corocondo Terere terere terere terere homem gol Terere terere terere terere homem gol Umbabarauma homem gol Joga bola joga bola corocondo Joga bola joga bola jogador Here here here corocondo Terere terere terere terere homem gol Terere terere terere terere homem gol Eis ai a historia de Umbabarauma Um ponta de lan�a Africano Um ponta de lan�a decidido Umbabarauma Umbabarauma goal man Play ball play ball corocondo Play ball play ball ball player Jump, jump, fall, get up, go up, get down Kick, open a hole, thrill and give thanks See how the whole city empties out on this beautiful afternoon Just to see you play Umbabarauma goal man Play ball play ball ball player Play ball play ball corocondo Here here here ball player Here here here corocondo Terere terere terere terere goal man Terere terere terere terere goal Umbabarauma goal man Play ball play ball corocondo Play ball play ball ball player Here here here corocondo Terere terere terere terere goal man Terere terere terere terere goal This is the story of Umbabarauma An African point man A point man whose mind is made up Umbabarauma Shoukichi Kina – Jing Jing (Firefly) Firefly, firefly, drink water from the sake shop Come down, firefly Go fly away, firefly Firefly, firefly, drink water from the potters’ district Come down, firefly Go fly away, firefly Firefly, firefly, drink water from Kumuji district Come down, firefly Go fly away, firefly Clinton – People Power In The Disco Hour Natty Natty Movement There's motorway grooving Natty Natty Movement Some many miles to be done Well we're gonna take this movement onto the streets A one day to get the shit down heavy People power in the Disco Hour People power in the Disco Hour People power in the Disco Hour There's gonna be a people power In that disco Hour U'see, disco is a halfway To a full discontent Disco is the halfway To a full discontent Well we're gonna get this disco heat onto the streets People power in the Disco Hour People power in the Disco Hour People power in the Disco Hour There's gonna be a people power Come that disco Hour There we're times of if we stick with them, they'll stick by us Pretty soon to realise they were only out for themselves We're going for the dressing down of the laws that make us drag our feet Dancing to fiction go–ers Is that really all we need? People power in the Disco Hour People power in the Disco Hour People power in the Disco Hour There's gonna be a people power In the disco hour Lean on the horn There is double parking on the dance floor People power in the Disco Hour People power in the Disco Hour People power in the Disco Hour There's gonna be a people power In the disco hour Geggy Tah – Whoever You Are All I wanna do is to thank you even though I don’t know who you are You let me change lanes while I was driving in my car. . . Whoever you are I wanna thank you who... Now all I wanna do is to exit So I go to where I can get off On a curve, through the shoulder There’s no parking in that trough So I drive around all day Coming atmospheric haze Till I wanna get on again Then, all I have to say is All I wanna do is to thank you Even though I don’t know who you are You let me change lanes While I was driving in my car. . . Whoever you are I wanna thank you who... All I wanna do is to tune in Radio L.A. Lujah ‘Cause we’re broadcasting live And we wanna hear all of ya On the mic is Geggy Tah But a whole lot more of all of ya Let us hear ya, let us hear ya In a big echoing holla All I wanna do is to thank you Even though I don’t know who you are You let me change lanes While I was driving in my car Whoever you are I wanna thank you who... Los de Abajo – Pepepez Había un pez, en la kermesse Y su hermana Inés, lloró por el Se quedó tirado, no pudo salir Que con tanta agua negra de caño ese pez tuvo que morir Su hermana Inés lo hizo puré Lo hizo pastel para bodas del Señor José No pudo comerlo pues el pobre pez De tanta agua negra de aquel caño se infectó también Pepepez, Pepepez, Pepepez, Pepepez El Señor José la denunció A la pobre de Inés la clavaron al tambo Y conoció a Fernando y se clavó con Armando Y se tronó a Rolando se pasó divulgando Con la suerte de un mango que portaba la punta De su cruel bisturí Y qué pasó con Raquel, Raquel llegó Era la novia de Inés la acuchilló La quiso hacer un pastel pa' Don José La historia vuelve otra vez Se prendió la mecha de nuestra incongruencia, Hoy lo más coherente tan absurdo suena Bloque – Majaná majaná, majaná ele que ne jué porque e’palenque no mangaina ta’pele mangaina majaná majaná, majaná échalo pa’juera Aatavu Chanda (Dancing Is Beautiful) Performed by S.P. Balasubrahmanyam & Manjula Guru Dancing is beautiful; Watching is beautiful. Singing is beautiful; Silence is beautiful. When you are with me, My life is full of happiness. It’s happiness forever. It’s music everywhere. Your words are precious pearls. What an expression in your alluring eyes My needs inside are sweet torment. You just stand before my eyes. (dancing) It’s like the sky has come down as earth And the earth has gone up as sky. When we love each other and dance, It’s like floating on a soft floral bed of clouds. We can’t put it into words. Dancing is beautiful; Watching is beautiful. Singing is beautiful; and Silence is beautiful. Irakere – Bacalao Con Pan (Codfish With Bread) Oye Rumbero, te estoy llamando Rumbero, y no me respondes, Rumbero sé que te llamas si no te has cambiado el nombre Mira nena, la rumba es lo más sublime para el alma divertir y se debiera de morir quien por grande no lo estime ¡habla! Bacalao con pan ¿Qué, qué es lo que quieres tú? Bacalao con pan Mi china ¡vamos todos a gozar! Bacalao con pan Oyeme, rico, ¡ven! Pero nena ¡ven a bailarlo! Bacalao con pan Oye ¡ven a gozarlo! Bacalao con pan Oye ¡qué rico! Bacalao con pan Belenbén, belenbén, belenbelenbélebe Bacalao con pan ¡Sabroso! ¡Bacalao con pan! Hey, Rumbero, I’m calling you, Rumbero, but you don’t reply; I know you go by Rumbero unless you’ve changed your name. Look, baby, the rumba is the most sublime way to liven up your soul; those who don’t appreciate its greatness ought to die! Speak to me! Codfish with bread. What, what do you want, baby? Codfish with bread. Baby, let’s have a good time! Codfish with bread. Delicious! Come on! Codfish with bread. Come, come and dance! Codfish with bread. Come and enjoy! Codfish with bread. Delicious! Belenbén, belenbén, belenbelenbélebe! Codfish with bread. Tasty! Codfish with bread! David Byrne – Fuzzy Freaky Rose is tattoo’d in the perfect place She bears the burden of a perfect face The Monkey Boy The Leopard Girl The strange is also beautiful It’s summertime and the grass is high Fuzzy freaky, funny family– It’s my body and I’ll eat it too To do whatever touches you My body speaks My tongue cannot My belly rumbles but the words are stuck (so come out–) It’s summertime and the weeds are high Fuzzy freaky, funny family–– All amplified, She’s scandalized, I’m changin’ size (Who was it?, Jump on it!) He’s talkin’ trash, an’ he can’t get back, he’s built to last (Inspired! Desired!) I’m walkin’ low, My grass has grown, an’ I won’t stay down (Excited! Delighted!) It’s summertime and the grass is high Fuzzy wuzzy, freaky family–– I’m awfully cute, I’m awfully cold I’m sometimes rich and I’m sometimes po’ A butterfly when I graduate You’ll have to stop me if I get too big It’s summertime and the weeds are high Fuzzy freaky, funny family He’s in reverse, He’ll kiss himself. in perfect health (Inflated! X–Rated!) I smell you now, A haunted house, n’ a squeaky sound (Inspired! Desired!) An’ I’m wide enough, I’m almost grown, I won’t stay down (Somebody! Somebody!) Lenine – Hoje Eu Quero Sair Só (Tonight I Want To Go Out Alone) Se você quer me seguir Não é seguro Você não quer me trancar Num quarto escuro Ës vezes parece até que a gente deu um nó Hoje eu quero sair só... Você não vai me acertar Ë queima–roupa Vem cá. me deixa fugir Me beija a boca Ës vezes parece até que a gente deu um nó Hoje eu quero sair só... Não demora eu tô de volta... Tchau! Vai ver se eu estou lá na esquina Devo estar Tchau! Já deu minha hora E eu não posso ficar Tchau! A lua me chama Eu tenho que ir pra rua You want to follow me, It’s not safe You don’t want to lock me up in a dark room Point blank Come on, let me escape Kiss me on the mouth At times it seems like we’ve become entangled I want to go out alone tonight... It won’t take long, I’ll be right back... Good bye! Go see if I’m standing on the corner I probably am Good bye! My time is up I can’t stay Good bye! The moon is calling me I must go out Waldemar Bastos – Sofrimento P’ra que tano dor P’ra que tanto odio Se somos irmáos E temos e temos e temos Que dar as mãos Olha o sofrimento, olha o sofrimento Que vem cá de dentro A nossa terra está a morrer Olha o tormento, olha o tormento Que vem cá dentro A nossa terra está a fofrer demais Olha aquela cuamã Já náo tem lagrimas Já náo tem lameutos A nossa terra está a morrer Angola e táo grande táo rica E táo linda que da p’ra todos nós E para quem ama Angola Nosso povo maravilhoso Povo cheio de carinho Tevehoje falta de alegria Precisa de páo e paz para Ser felíz um dia Mais Angola é do povo Mais Angola é do povo Angola é do povo Angola é do povo Jim White – Book of Angels Big ole car moving fast, watch the world go spinning by... Little wheels inside my brain, God I wonder where I’m going... Where you going? Need a ride? We got time to see a movie... It’s all right. it’s okay, I can tell you my big secret: Sho’ is cool. Sho’ is cool. I’m like a mad tap dancing fool. I got my car, and I got my dreams, but won’t you help me help me write my Book of Angels. Book of Angels. And it’s a gloomy ole house in a spooky town, you make that light, better just keep rolling, higher still, climb the mountain, Ôcourse what you’ll find there, you can’t be certain. ÔCause when you’re free, well you’re just free, ain’t that scary, ain’t that wild? And don’t you feel, feel just like chucking freedom out the window? Sho’ is cool. Sho’ is real. I dance just as good as I feel. Feel just like a hurricane, say my name... help me write my Book of Angels. Book of Angels. I’m counting trees, I’m counting miles, I count the distance between your smiles... me something to hold on to no not that. I don’t want to. And if you drive, drive your car fast and hard a million miles, well you might finally find yourself alone way out there on the highway... Sho’ is cool. Sho’ is wild. Once I was a little baby (child), but I lost my car, and I lost my dreams, so won’t you help me help me write my Book of Angels. Book of Angels. Silvio Rodriguez – Sueño con Serpientes Hay hombres que luchan un día y son buenos. Hay otros que luchan un año y son mejores. Hay quienes luchan muchos años y son muy buenos. Pero hay los que luchan toda la vida: esos son los imprescindibles. Bertolt Brecht Sueño con serpientes, con serpientes de mar, con cierto mar, ay, de serpientes sueño yo. Largas, transparentes, y en sus barrigas llevan lo que puedan arrebatarle al amor. Oh, la mato y aparece una mayor. Oh, con mucho más infierno en digestión. No quepo en su boca, me trata de tragar pero se atora con un trébol de mi sien. Creo que está loca; le doy de masticar una paloma y la enveneno de mi bien. Oh, la mato y aparece una mayor. Oh, con mucho mas infierno en digestión. Esta al final me engulle, y mientras por su esófago paseo, voy pensando en qué vendrá. Pero se destruye cuando llego a su estómago y planteo con un verso una verdad. Oh, la mato y aparece una mayor. Oh, con mucho más infierno en digestión. Martinho da Vila – Claustrofobia (Claustrophobia) Ah! My samba If you are ours, then ours is the samba If ours is the samba, then the samba is ours Why prisons within yourself? Out, my samba Because I know you have claustrophobia The night is yours, the night and day Go spread yourself throughout the land Go, my samba Without fatigue, weariness or stress There’s no need for prayer, kermis* A priest or judge’s passport The window to the world is already opened And now you can’t stop You have to conquer You have to enchant And make yourself sing With your lalalala Susana Baca – Maria Landó The dawn breaks like a statue Like a winged statue spreading across the city And the noon rings, a bell made of water A golden singing bell that keeps us from feeling alone And the night lifts its large chalice Its large chalice, an early moon rising over the ocean But for Maria, there is no dawn But for Maria, there is no noon But for Maria, there is no moon She lifts her red goblet over the seas Maria has no time, (Maria Lando) to even lift her eyes To lift her eyes, (Maria Lando) broken from lack of sleep Maria, broken from lack of sleep, (Maria Lando) and from suffering Maria, suffering, (Maria Lando) only works Maria works, and her work is for others Maria Lando, Maria Lando always working And her work is another’s Los Van Van – Llegué Llegué / Guararey de Pastorita (I Got Here / Something's Going On With Pastorita) I’m here, Come dance with me Let’s go! Congratulate me Congratulate her. Gimme your hand! Congratulate me That mulatto girl! Congratulate her. She’s with me! Congratulate me Something’s going on with Pastorita I don’t know why I’ve done nothing something’s going on! She’s my true friend something’s going on! I keep her in my heart something’s going on! Something’s going on with Pastorita When she looks at me something’s going on! It’s a terrible burden something’s going on! I don’t know why she’s watching me something’s going on! I don’t want it in my house something’s going on! It’s jealousy something’s going on! What she’s got going on something’s going on! That’s it Somethings going on! Césaria Évora – Sodade (Homesick) Who leads you on This long journey Who led you on this long journey This road leads To São Tomé If you write me Then I’ll write you If you forget me Then I’ll forget you Homesick, homesick, Homesick For my home island, S‰o Nicolau Until the day you return Mimi – Fire and Roses Hold tight If I had only known it could rain inside Keel over take a stand trying to keep my head on my shoulders Over flow under tow trying to keep my head above water Believe me I’m a fighter til the end look into my eyes It’s all on fire my life needs fire I want roses Strewn at my feet Moving in moving out the current pulls me Stay buoyant I tumble doing deep sea cartwheels Outside it’s dark I catch my breath and scream scream It’s all on fire my life needs fire I want roses Strewn at my feet Soundlessly, I fade away I sail, I float far away A thousand clues and second thoughts Lie deep in the belly of my heart If I listen so close It’s all on fire my life needs fire I want roses Meanwhile I float on the sea, sea yeah sea Moving in, moving out Outside it’s dark again Still I realize what a fine line you walk along Tight roping between sink or swim or fall or stand I sit here I stare and still I see it’s raining Hard to say, hard to see Hard to know, hard to tell It’s raining Hard to say, hard to tell Os Mutantes – Baby You know, you must take a new look at the new land The swimming pool and the teeth of your friend The dirt in my hand You know, you must take a look at me Baby, baby I know that's the way You know, you must try the new ice–cream flavor Do me a favor, look at me closer Join us and go far And hear the new sound of my bossa nova Baby, baby It's been a long time You know, it's time now to learn Portuguese It's time now to learn what I know And what I don't know I know, with me everything is fine It's time now to make up your mind We live in the biggest city of South America Look here, read what I wrote on my shirt: Baby, baby I love you

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