1. |
Maximino
04:48
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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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2. |
To Grandpa
05:53
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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
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3. |
Henna from Afar
06:21
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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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4. |
Part of Me
04:15
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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
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Vovó Americanizada
04:31
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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
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Fennecus
06:45
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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
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Sunny
03:48
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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
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8. |
Small Town Boy
05:12
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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
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9. |
Writing Too Much
04:06
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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
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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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