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Part of Me

by Natasha Wood

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1.
Maximino 04:48
Essa é a canção do Maximino Pois ele é o gato mais fino E a moçada fica de olho nesse rapaz A sua voz tropical Seu balançado sensual Seus olhos verdes nunca me deixam em paz Não conheço bem esse menino Alguns dizem que é nordestino Ou carioca ou baiano ou clandestino Deve ter muitos amores Muitas fãs de muitas cores Mesmo assim eu quero ele só pra mim Um dia ouvi que Maximino Saiú por aí sózinho Abandonou a vida que sempre conheceu Quero ele aqui ao meu lado Quero que deixe de ser safado Mas esse malandro se cansou de ser fiel Se ele se for, não quero mais ficar Então também vou, não quero mais voltar Não vou mais sorrir se ele me deixar Mas vou ser feliz se ele me levar Essa é a canção do Maximino Pois ele é o gato mais fino Tomando champanha lá na beira do mar Dançando a valsa embaixo da lua Passando de terno pela rua A vida dele é chique pra lascar
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To Grandpa 05:53
One afternoon we sat In your sun-drenched room And we tried to play Tennessee Waltz You took your old Martin guitar You had to try real hard To remember the words As you played those broken C-F-G7 chords Your memories of Pat and Tab and Billy Are vivid as the sun Shaking hands from coast to coast As another hit is born Your eyes light up like diamonds As you recount the past Then the rolling waves capture you And you drift away again If we could go back in time I would learn the lines And I would take a vow for music And sing with you Grandpa, you shaped a generation With your music and your love Young and old would stand in line And tune in to the radio As those Appalachian summers Quickly turned to fall Who’d have thought this country boy Would change the world? If we could go back in time I would learn the lines And I would take a vow for music And sing with you If we could go back in time I would learn the lines And I would take a vow for music And sing with you. When I was young we walked Down that hall of golden records At a studio In West L.A. Grandpa, I’m not a star But do you want me to be? You’ve got so many plans What have you planned for me? If we could go back in time I would learn the lines And I would take a vow for music And sing with you And sing with you
3.
You look up at me as if to ask: Why has so much changed since the past? From my safe and quiet place I see the rain fallin’ on your lonely face Tabby face in winter’s wings Spends her days right by my window Lookin’ out, there’s nothing I can do He said, You better put an end to what’s been goin’ on That every time he asks me to, it’s the same old song And I told him, Well, maybe we don’t see things eye to eye, And maybe I’m not ready to say goodbye Tabby face in winter’s wings Spends her days right by my window Lookin’ out there’s nothing I can do I see you down the street, behind that tree Reachin’ out my hand, hoping you’ll come to me You look into my eyes one more time, Then turn around and run off into that lonely night Tabby face in winter’s wings Spends her days right by my window Lookin’ out there’s nothing I can do
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Part of Me 04:15
Been away for a while Been thinkin’ about your ways and your smile ‘Least I know, when I get home You’ll be waitin’ for me Like you used to be Time is passing way too fast Together, we grew up at last Remember the night we both heard a lullaby And we drifted off Side by side ‘Cause you are a part of me And will always be A fixture in my memory Funny how the years go by And I’m still wondrin’ why Losing you feels like yesterday Caught a plane to California Been waitin’ a long time for this day But tonight, something ‘bout those city lights Just doesn’t feel right ‘Cause you are a part of me And will always be A fixture in my memory Funny how the years go by And I’m still wondrin’ why Losing you feels like yesterday. Now it’s time to say goodbye Your face in my hands for the last time And I’ll hold that moment close to me While you slip away While you slip away
5.
Vovó A senhora é A vovó mais teimosa Nos Estados Unidos da America Vovó Você ganha o prêmio Por ser a vovó mais brasileira Nessa roça chamada L.A. Quando eu vou lhe visitar Você enche o meu prato de angú Me manda comer até estorar E diz que não tem fome nenhuma Você convida os vizinhos pra lanchar Pudim, quindim, aipim ou farofa Mas depois que todo mundo sai Sua janta é “french fry” e “apple pie” Vovó A senhora é A vovó mais teimosa Nos Estados Unidos da America Quando eu for sair de noite Você me liga no celular Dizendo que as ruas são perigosas Perguntando quando eu vou voltar Vovó, não sou mais criança E sei me virar Nada mal vai acontecer Se eu subir o morro de Hollywood Hills Vovó Você ganha o prêmio Por ser a vovó mais brasileira Nessa roça chamada L.A. Quando o sol está queimando Você fala, “Minha filha, se agasalhe bem “Esse vento é de lascar “E a temperatura é 73” Vovó, para de dançar Ou esse vento vai lhe carregar Se o frevo começar A vó pernambucana vai enjoyar Vovó A senhora é A vovó mais teimosa Nos Estados Unidos da America Vovó Você ganha o prêmio Por ser a vovó mais brasileira Nessa roça chamada LA
6.
Fennecus 06:45
You dance across the sandy Sahara And you leave me all alone Braving winds that blow out of tune Desert flower ready to bloom Chasing footsteps over the dunes From Chad to Morocco in time Sirocco that blows through my mind You run so free, so fast and so light stepped With the sunshine on your wings When the golden ocean subsides And the moondust wanders the skies From your peaceful place you can try To dream on the banks of the Nile Sing with the stars, float for a while You dance across the sandy Sahara Now you’re dancing on your own Once I held you, small and divine Once your shining eyes shone in mine I will keep you safe in my mind So see all the world and beyond Remember our days, they’re never gone
7.
Sunny 03:48
He’s my ball of sunshine He’s my everything He wanders with the mountain He’s my old companion Through my darkest days They’ll always find us dancing When the world is calling When I don’t wanna hear them He takes me in his golden arms… He’s my slice of moonlight He’s my shining star He travels on the hillside He greets me at daybreak Tucks me in at night He carries me to heaven When the crowds are screaming When the end is near He takes me in his golden arms And they’ll find us here
8.
He left with ashes To scatter on the Ganges Leaving behind An ordinary wake Put aside the words I wrote to him He comes and goes on a whim He’s a small town boy Searching for a haven Something that I can provide him So he can escape this tragedy He comes to visit me Then leaves me cold I’m his secret That can’t be told He keeps me hangin’ on day and night And I guess I’m happy…sometimes He’s a small town boy Tryin’ out the city Drowning in cigarettes and sand Rushin’ on to become a man He’s got plenty of Thousand year old philosophies But when the night falls He’ll booze like there’s no tomorrow Hear him play that motown melody He thinks he’ll be famous someday, but can’t he see He’s just a small town boy Living in the fast lane From Cape Cod to Boston Like a New England recipe Nani’s gone to Mumbai Gonna find him the perfect girl One made of saffron And sweet domestic dreams Well I guess it was inevitable That I’d be nothing more than his Untouchable He’s a small town boy Wrestling with tradition Said nothing can faze him But I know better He won’t let anyone get too close I wish he weren’t so unreachable He’s a small town boy He’s just a small town boy
9.
Takin’ pictures of the Golden Gate The fog finally rolls away Seems we’re in the perfect place Then there I go Writing too much Seems we do this every time You lift me up, and it feels so nice For a moment I feel like I could fly And then you say I write too much Spill our dreams into the bay Only mine were set in stone Just like that city skyline That you call home Weekend’s come and I’m goin’ away Just me and my guitar Long ago this all felt okay Now why can’t I Write this song? On the highway, down the coast I think of you, and it’s growing old Wanna ask how you’re doing, so There I go Writing too much Spill our dreams into the bay And watch them disappear Just like the careful words I wrote To you that day Standing here at the Golden Gate The fog’s finally rolled away We were in the perfect place But I can’t help writing too much No I can’t help writing too much No I can’t stop writing too much
10.
My heart will not be broken by you I’m tired of trying to make you love me You had your chance, boy, but you never follow through So I’m moving on Maybe you’ve grown tired of me That damn familiarity Keeps you away from me You go ahead and spend your time With one of those other girls See if I care! I promise that I don’t care ‘Cause my heart will not be broken by you I’m tired of trying to make you love me Things that seem perfect somehow never come true So I’m moving on When we go out at night You’ve got those wanderin’ eyes You never look my way Things always come so easy to you Well maybe it’s time you learned That the best things The best things in life aren’t free All of those nights we played music late into the night Can you do that with anyone else? Please stop taking me for granted ‘Cause you’ll never find Someone who loves you Someone who loves you As much as I do And my heart will not be broken by you I’m tired of trying to make you love me You still have your chance, boy, but unless you follow through I’ll be moving on I’ll be moving on I’ll be moving…
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released August 2, 2016

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