My Favorite Song Lyrics

[Птиц]

"Way down here you need a reason to move
Feel a fool running your stateside games
Lose your load, leave your mind behind, Baby James

Oh, Mexico
It sounds so simple I just got to go
The sun's so hot I forgot to go home
Guess I'll have to go now

Americano got the sleepy eye
But his body's still shaking like a live wire
Sleepy senorita with her eyes on fire

Oh, Mexico
It sounds so sweet with the sun sinking low
Moon's so bright like to light up the night
Make everything all right

Baby's hungry and the money's all gone
The folks back home don't want to talk on the phone
She gets a long letter, sends back a postcard; times are hard

Oh, down in Mexico
I never really been so I don't really know
Oh, Mexico
I guess I'll have to go

Oh, Mexico
I never really been but I'd sure like to go
Oh, Mexico
I guess I'll have to go now
Talkin' 'bout it Mexico
In a honky-tonk down in Mexico
Oh, Mexico" (c) James Taylor, "Mexico"

[Марфа]

Ой, а я не в тот тред поместила свою любимую ( на данный момент) лирику. Чего делать? Перетащить? :rolleyes:

[Птиц]

Не, намана.

[LaFemmeGavrila]

Она использует меня для секса,
А я использую ее для любви,
Она - в области здоровых рефлексов,
Я - стимулирую броженье в крови...
Дж-дж-дж-ж-ж

[Птиц]

"Тесный перекресток, старая Москва
Белые перчатки, а в глазах тоска
Красные трамваи, синие пальто
Никто тебя не любит и не ждет никто
Домой!
Постовой!

Ты не видел моря, не бывал в лесу
Так что ж ты так спокоен стоя на посту
Как будто нету моря, выгорел весь лес
Оторви кокарду, сломай жезл
За мной!
Постовой!

Но кто же будет следить за общим движением?
Кто не допустит аварий?
Кто остановит бегущих через дорогу детей?
Кто повесит в нужном месте знак?

Тесный перекресток, властная рука
Белые перчатки, а за ним Москва
Желтые обои, низкий потолок
Он был всегда спокоен - иначе он не мог

Постовой - ежедневный герой". (c)

[Марфа]

Не, намана.

Ладненько. Тогда тут помещу вот какую песню( фильм не люблю/ Miss Congeniality) Песня--обалденная! One In A Million lyrics.

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You're one in a million

Oh

Now

You're one in a million

Oh

Sometimes love can hit you every day

Sometimes you can fall for everyone you see

But only one can really make me stay

A sign from the sky

Said to me


You're one in a million

You're once in a lifetime

You made me discover one of the stars above us

You're one in a million

You're once in a lifetime

You made me discover one of the stars above us

I've been looking for that special one

And I've been searching for someone to give my love

And when I thought that all the hope was gone

A smile, there you were and I was gone

I always will remember how I felt that day

A feeling indescribable to me

Yeah

I always knew there was an answer for my prayer

And you, you're the one for me



In the beginning I was cool and everything was possible

They tried to catch me but it was impossible

No one could hurt me it was my game

Until I met you baby and you were the same

And when you didn't want me I wanted you because

The funny thing about it is I liked the show

I like it when its difficult

I like it when its hard

Then you know its worth it

That you found your heart



You're one in a million

Oh

You're one in a million

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[Serge7]

А кто автор-то этой чудесной лирики, Марфуша?

[Марфа]

А кто автор-то этой чудесной лирики, Марфуша?

Серёженька, лишь мне е'кзамен устраиваешь?

BOSSON

[Птиц]

"I ain’t lookin’ to compete with you,
Beat or cheat or mistreat you,
Simplify you, classify you,
Deny, defy or crucify you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

No, and I ain’t lookin’ to fight with you,
Frighten you or tighten you,
Drag you down or drain you down,
Chain you down or bring you down.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I ain’t lookin’ to block you up
Shock or knock or lock you up,
Analyze you, categorize you,
Finalize you or advertise you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I don’t want to straight-face you,
Race or chase you, track or trace you,
Or disgrace you or displace you,
Or define you or confine you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I don’t want to meet your kin,
Make you spin or do you in,
Or select you or dissect you,
Or inspect you or reject you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I don’t want to fake you out,
Take or shake or forsake you out,
I ain’t lookin’ for you to feel like me,
See like me or be like me.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you". (c) Bob Dylan, "All I Really Want to Do"

[*greyhorse*]

Muse, Muscle Museum

She had something to confess to
But you don’t have the time so
Look the other way
You will wait until it's over
To reveal what you’d never shown her
Too little much too late
Too long trying to resist it
You’ve just gone and missed it
It's escaped your world

Can you see that I am needing
Begging for so much more
Than you could ever give
And I don’t want you to adore me
Don’t want you to ignore me
When it pleases you
And I’ll do it on my own

I have played in every toilet
But you still want to spoil it
To prove I’ve made a big mistake
Too long trying to resist it
You’ve just gone and missed it
It's escaped your world

Can you see that I am needing
Begging for so much more
Than you could ever give
And I don’t want you to adore me
Don’t want you to ignore me
When it pleases you
And I’ll do it on my own
I’ll do it on my own