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Guantanamera

F/ lauryn hill
{s} indicates the actual words in spanish
{t} indicates the translation into english
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{s} hola! soy celia cruz
{t} (hi! I am celia cruz)
{s} y estoy aqui con wyclef, celebrando carnival; azucar!!)
{t} (and Im here with wyclef celebrating carnival; azucar!!)
[singing] guantanamera
[wyclef] we out here in miami just shining
[singing] guajila, guantanamera
[wyclef] worldwide
[singing] guan-tana-mera
[wyclef] bout to bring it to you in stereo
[singing] guajila voy, de na meda
Yo soy un hombre sincero
[wyclef] that was then, this is now
Welcome to the carnival, the arrival... cmon!
[singing] de donde crecen las palmas
[wyclef jean]
Spanish harlem!
Oahh-eee-ohh!
Boogie down bronx! oahh-eee-ohh!
Manhattan! oahh-eee-ohh!
Back to staten!
Oahh-eee-ohh!
[wyclef sings, then raps]
Guantanamera
Hey yo Im standing at the bar with a, cuban cigar
Guajila, guantanamera
Hey, yo, I think shes eyeing me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila guan-tana-mera...
Verse one: wyclef jean
Yo, I wrote this in haiti, overlooking cuba
I asked her whats her name, she said, guantanamera
Remind me of an old latin song, my uncle used to play
On his old forty-five when he used to be alive
She went from a young girl, to a grown woman
Like a virgin, so she sex with no average mahn
Peep the figure, move like a caterpillar
Fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel her glide
Pac woman better yet space invader
If your name was chun-li, wed be playin street fighter
Penny for your thoughts, a nickel for your kiss
A dime if you tell me that you love me
Chorus:
Guantanamera
Hey yo, Im standin at the bar with a, cuban cigar
Guajila, guantanamera

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song performed by Wyclef Jean
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Guantanamera

F/ lauryn hill
{s} indicates the actual words in spanish
{t} indicates the translation into english
---
{s} hola! soy celia cruz
{t} (hi! I am celia cruz)
{s} y estoy aqui con wyclef, celebrando carnival; azucar!!)
{t} (and Im here with wyclef celebrating carnival; azucar!!)
[singing] guantanamera
[wyclef] we out here in miami just shining
[singing] guajila, guantanamera
[wyclef] worldwide
[singing] guan-tana-mera
[wyclef] bout to bring it to you in stereo
[singing] guajila voy, de na meda
Yo soy un hombre sincero
[wyclef] that was then, this is now
Welcome to the carnival, the arrival... cmon!
[singing] de donde crecen las palmas
[wyclef jean]
Spanish harlem!
Oahh-eee-ohh!
Boogie down bronx! oahh-eee-ohh!
Manhattan! oahh-eee-ohh!
Back to staten!
Oahh-eee-ohh!
[wyclef sings, then raps]
Guantanamera
Hey yo Im standing at the bar with a, cuban cigar
Guajila, guantanamera
Hey, yo, I think shes eyeing me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila guan-tana-mera...
Verse one: wyclef jean
Yo, I wrote this in haiti, overlooking cuba
I asked her whats her name, she said, guantanamera
Remind me of an old latin song, my uncle used to play
On his old forty-five when he used to be alive
She went from a young girl, to a grown woman
Like a virgin, so she sex with no average mahn
Peep the figure, move like a caterpillar
Fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel her glide
Pac woman better yet space invader
If your name was chun-li, wed be playin street fighter
Penny for your thoughts, a nickel for your kiss
A dime if you tell me that you love me
Chorus:
Guantanamera
Hey yo, Im standin at the bar with a, cuban cigar
Guajila, guantanamera

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song performed by Wyclef Jean
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The Avowyng of Arthur

He that made us on the mulde,
And fair fourmet the folde,
Atte His will, as He wold,
The see and the sande,
Giffe hom joy that will here
Of dughti men and of dere,
Of haldurs that before us were,
That lifd in this londe.
One was Arther the Kinge,
Wythowtun any letting;
Wyth him was mony lordinge
Hardi of honde.
Wice and war ofte thay were,
Bold undur banere,
And wighte weppuns wold were,
And stifly wold stond.

This is no fantum ne no fabull;
Ye wote wele of the Rowun Tabull,
Of prest men and priveabull,
Was holdun in prise:
Chevetan of chivalry,
Kyndenesse and curtesy,
Hunting full warly,
As wayt men and wise.
To the forest thay fare
To hunte atte buk and atte bare,
To the herte and to the hare,
That bredus in the rise.
The King atte Carlele he lay;
The hunter cummys on a day -
Sayd, 'Sir, ther walkes in my way
A well grim gryse.
'He is a balefull bare -
Seche on segh I nevyr are:
He hase wroghte me mycull care
And hurte of my howundes,
Slayn hom downe slely
Wyth feghting full furcely.
Wasse ther none so hardi
Durste bide in his bandus.
On him spild I my spere
And mycull of my nothir gere.
Ther moue no dintus him dere,
Ne wurche him no wowundes.
He is masly made -
All offellus that he bade.
Ther is no bulle so brade
That in frith foundes.

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poem by Anonymous Olde English
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No Woman, No Cry

[wyclef] - (lauryn in parentheses)
...yo, steve marley throw on your father's old record...(yeah) - lauryn
Ha! classic material...refugee camp, hold tight! yes, yes!
Steve marley, come on! ah-ha! wyclef, ha-ha!
Feel the gong! heh-heh! yes, yes y'all! heh, come on!...yes, yes!
Feel the gong! (echo)
[steve marley - chorus] - {marley sisters background singing in brackets}
No woman, no cry (crowd cheers)
No woman, no cry! {no woman, no cry!}
No woman...
No, no woman!...no woman, no cry! {no woman, no cry!}
[steve marley - verse one] (wyclef in parentheses) {marley sisters in brackets}
You see...
Said i remember! oh, when we used to sit (where at?) - wyclef
In a government yard, in trenchtown {town!} - marley sisters
(and what did you used to see son?)
Well oh, i was observing, them hypocrites!
As they would... mingle with the good people we meet {meet!}
Yeah-yeah!
Good friends we have, and oh well!
Good friends we've lost! yeah-yeah!
Along...the way! {way!} yeah!
In this great future, yeah! you can't forget your past! say-yeah
Oh, dry your tears i say {say!}
[chorus 1x]
[wyclef] - (lauryn singing in parentheses) - {marley sisters in brackets}
Say! say! say! say!
I remember! when we used to sit! [where at son?]
Oh, in a project yard, in brooklyn! {lyn!} [oh, yeah right when i left haiti,
Ha]
And little georgie, would make the fire light! (i tell ya!)
As...stolen cars passed through the night {night!} [newark, new jersey, ah-ha!]
And then we'd hit, the corner store!
For roots, paper, and brew, wooh! {brew! whoo!}
My drinks, my only remedy! i tell ya! (sold out! sold out!)
For pain of losing, family...
But while i'm gone, sure thing...
[steve, lauryn, sharon, and pam singing] - (clef, eric, and ziggy chanting)
Everything's gonna be alright!! (oh! ah! oh-ah!)
Everything's gonna be alright! (oh! ah! oh-ah!)
Everything's gonna be alright!! (oh! ah! oh-ah!) (ho!)
Everything's gonna be alright! (oh! ah! oh-ah!) (ho!)
Everything's gonna be alright!! (oh! ah! oh-ah!) (ho!)
Everything's gonna be alright! (oh! ah! oh-ah!) (ho!)
Everything's gonna be alright!! (oh! ah! oh-ah!) (ho!)
Everything's gonna be alright! (oh! ah! oh-ah!) (ho!)
[steve marley]
...so, woman no cry!
No, no woman!...{no woman, no cry!}
[wyclef]

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song performed by Fugees
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Lluvia Cae

Ella cuando baila ay me pongo
Tan nervioso
Mi sangre se dispara y me vuelvo
Peligroso
Ella si me mira es que me vuelvo
Loco
Ella es la razon por la que yo
Soy tan dichoso
Sospecho que es inutil toda
Resistencia
Estoy predestinado no hay que
Darle vueltas
Luvia cae lentamente sobre mi
Que mas da si contigo estoy
Feliz
Ay ay ay ay ay me estoy
Enamorando
Lluvia cae lentamente sobre mi
Es igual tengo ganas de reir
Ay ay ay ay ay me estoy
Enamorando
Ella toda ella es un letrero
Luminoso
Apuesto a que sus besos tienen
Algo
Venenoso
Ella si camina es que es algo
Escandaloso
Ella si me mira es que me muero
Un poco
Lo logico seria que me resistiera
Y en cambio puede hacer de mi lo
Que ella quiera
Lluvia cae lentamente sobre mi
Que mas da si contigo soy feliz
Ay ay ay ay ay me estoy
Enamorando
Lluvia cae lentamente sobre mi
Es igual tengo ganas de reir
Ay ay ay ay ay me estoy
Enamorando
Lluvia cae lentamente sobre mi
Que mas da si contigo estoy
Feliz
Ay ay ay ay ay me estoy
Enamorando
Lluvia cae lentamente sobre mi
Es igual tengo ganas de reir
Ay ay ay ay ay me estoy
Enamorando

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song performed by Enrique Iglesias
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Green Spanish Eyes

Ah Consuela! Surveying vast vistas for visions of green Spanish eyes,
I discern them again where she left me back then, when we kissed as she parted, my friend.
So I'm daring to tread towards the klieg lights ahead, where I'll wait and I'll watch her ascend.

Ah Consuela! I'm watching, she teases the mirror with green Spanish eyes;
Her serape entangles her ebony bangles like lace on the sorcerer's looms,
And her capes of the night, she drapes tight to excite, and her fan is embellished with plumes.

Ah Consuela! I'm watching as spectators savour her green Spanish eyes;
Taming wild concertinas, the dark ballerina performs on the concert hall stage,
But she shies from the sound of ovation unbound like a timorous bird in a cage.

Ah Consuela! I'm watching, she quickens the pit with her green Spanish eyes,
As the cymbals shake, clashing, the floodlights wake, flashing, igniting the wild fireflies,
And the piccolo piper's inviting the vipers to coil in the cold caldron skies.

Ah Consuela! I'm watching the shimmering shadows in green Spanish eyes
As I rise from my chair and converge to the stair with a hesitant sip of my wine.
Though she doesn't deny me, she wanders right by me with neither a look nor a sign.

Ah Consuela! I'm watching, she waves to the stage with her green Spanish eyes,
(For her senses scoff, scorning the biblical warning of kisses of Judas that sting,
With her pierced ears defeating the echoes repeating) and smiles at the bluebird that sings.

Ah Consuela! I'm watching faint embers a' stir in her green Spanish eyes,
For a soft spoken stranger enveloping danger has captured the rhyme in the room
As he slips into sight through the scent of the night and the breath of her heavy perfume.

Ah Consuela! I'm watching, she gauges his guise through her green Spanish eyes
- From his gypsy-like mane, to his diamond stud cane, to the raven engraved on his vest -
For a faraway form, a tempestuous storm, lurks and heaves neath the cleav'e of her breasts.

Ah Consuela! I'm watching the caravels cruise in her green Spanish eyes;
With the castanets clacking upon the deck cracking, he whips 'round his cloak with a whiz
And without sacrificing, at mien so enticing, she floats with her face facing his.

Ah Consuela! I'm watching, the vertigo veiling her green Spanish eyes,
While the drumbeat pounds, droning, the rhythm sounds, moaning, of jungles Jamaican entwined
In the valleys concealing the vineyards revealing the vaults in the caves of her mind.

Ah Consuela! I'm watching, while carnivals call to her green Spanish eyes,
And with paused palpitations the tom-tom temptations come taunting her tremulous feet
With her toe tips a' tingle while jute boxes jingle for jesters that jive on the street.

Ah Consuela! I'm watching, she rides with the tides in her green Spanish eyes,
And her silhouette's travelling on ripples unravelling and shaking the shivering shores,
As she strides from the light to the taste of the night through the candlelit cabaret doors.

Ah Consuela! I'm watching, she dances till dawn with her green Spanish eyes,
With her movements adorning a trickle of morning as sipped by the mouth of the moon,

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poem by Terry O'Leary
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Piedra de Sol

La treizième revient...c’est encor la première;
et c’est toujours la seule-ou c’est le seul moment;
car es-tu reine, ô toi, la première ou dernière?
es-tu roi, toi le seul ou le dernier amant?
Gérard de Nerval, Arthèmis
Un sauce de cristal, un chopo de agua,
un alto surtidor que el viento arquea,
un árbol bien plantado mas danzante,
un caminar de río que se curva,
avanza, retrocede, da un rodeo
y llega siempre:
un caminar tranquilo
de estrella o primavera sin premura,
agua que con los párpados cerrados
mana toda la noche profecías,
unánime presencia en oleaje,
ola tras ola hasta cubrirlo todo,
verde soberanía sin ocaso
como el deslumbramiento de las alas
cuando se abren en mitad del cielo,
un caminar entre las espesuras
de los días futuros y el aciago
fulgor de la desdicha como un ave
petrificando el bosque con su canto
y las felicidades inminentes
entre las ramas que se desvanecen,
horas de luz que pican ya los pájaros,
presagios que se escapan de la mano,

una presencia como un canto súbito,
como el viento cantando en el incendio,
una mirada que sostiene en vilo
al mundo con sus mares y sus montes,
cuerpo de luz filtrado por un ágata,
piernas de luz, vientre de luz, bahías,
roca solar, cuerpo color de nube,
color de día rápido que salta,
la hora centellea y tiene cuerpo,
el mundo ya es visible por tu cuerpo,
es transparente por tu transparencia,

voy entre galerías de sonidos,
fluyo entre las presencias resonantes,
voy por las transparencias como un ciego,
un reflejo me borra, nazco en otro,
oh bosque de pilares encantados,
bajo los arcos de la luz penetro
los corredores de un otoño diáfano,

voy por tu cuerpo como por el mundo,

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poem by Octavio Paz
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Mu? Eca Cruel

Un dia mas y tu no estas aqui
No me concentro tan solo pienso en ti
Dicen que basta
Que es hora de vivir
Y es imposible
Ves lo que queda de mi
Aqui esta mi cuerpo
Para que haga lo que quieras de el
Aqui esta mi alma
Para que sigas ensaandote
Aqui esta mi nombre
Para que pongas a su lado una cruz
Aqui esta el final
De mis suenos escrito en tu papel
Mueca cruel
Aqui esta mi sangre
Que aun se altera cuando me hablan de ti
Aqui esta por fin mi futuro
Y tu no estas en el
Mueca cruel
Vuelve a llover
Todo me sienta mal
Salgo a buscarte
No se como empezar
Hago que duermo
Porque no quiero hablar
Mira mi vida
Es un desastre total
Aqui esta mi cuerpo
Para que haga lo que quieras de el
Aqui esta mi alma
Para que sigas ensanandote
Aqui esta mi nombre
Para que pongas a su lado una cruz
Aqui esta el final
De mis suenos escrito en tu papel
Mueca cruel
Aqui esta mi sangre
Que aun se altera cuando me hablan de ti
Aqui esta por fin mi futuro
Y tu no estas en el
Mueca cruel

song performed by Enrique Iglesias
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Muneca Cruel (dance Remix)

Un dia mas y tu no estas aqui
No me concentro tan solo pienso en ti
Dicen que basta
Que es hora de vivir
y es imposible
Ves lo que queda de mi
Aqui esta mi cuerpo
Para que hagas lo que quieras de el
Aqui esta mi alma
Para que sigas ensanandote
Aqui esta mi nombre
Para que pongas a su lado una cruz
Aqui esta el final
De mis suenos escrito en tu papel
Muneca Cruel
Aqui esta mi sangre
Que aun se altera cuando
me hablen de ti
Aqui esta por fin mi futuro
Y tu no estas en el
Muneca Cruel
Vuelve a llover
Todo me sienta mal
Salgo a buscarte
No se como empezar
Hago que duermo
Porque no quiero hablar
Mira mi vida
Es un desastre total
Aqui esta mi cuerpo
Para que hagas lo que
quieras de el
Aqui esta mi alma
Para que sigas ensanandote
Aqui esta mi nombre
Para que pongas a su lado una cruz
Aqui esta el final
De mis suenos escrito en tu papel
Muneca Cruel
Aqui esta mi sangre
Que aun se altera cuando
me hablen de ti
Aqui esta por fin mi futuro
Y tu no estas en el
Muneca Cruel
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Cruel Doll
Another day and you're not here
I can't concentrate I only think of you
They say that's enough

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song performed by Enrique Iglesias
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Shes Actual Size

Words fail
Buildings tumble
The ground opens wide
Light beams down from heaven
She stands before my eyes
Shes actual size, but she seems much bigger to me
Squares may look distant in her rear view mirror but theyre actual size
As she drives away
Big men
Often tremble
As they step aside
I thought I was big once
She changed my mind
Shes actual size, but she seems much bigger to me.
Ive never known anybody like her, shes actual size
Nationwide, believe
Shes got
All the money
Money couldnt buy
Shes got something special
That someone left behind
Shes actual size, but she seems much bigger to me
Squares may look distant in her rear view mirror but theyre actual size
Actual size to her
Her face
Hangs in portrait
On the post office wall
Shes stuck in my heart now
Where my blood belongs
Shes actual size, but she seems much bigger to me
Ive never known anybody like her, shes actual size
Actual size, believe
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Heres the best guess so far about the lyrics to larger than life. please give input. I need help with all of the reggae lyrics!
Shes actual size, but she seems much bigger to me
Words fail
Buildings tumble
The ground opens wide
Light beams down from heaven
She stands before my eyes
Shes actual size, but she seems much bigger to me
Squares may look distant in her rear view mirror but theyre actual size
As she drives away
Big men
Often tremble
As they step aside
I thought I was big once
She changed my mind
Shes actual size, but she seems much bigger to me
Ive never known anybody like her, shes actual size

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song performed by They Might Be Giants
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La Abusadora

La Abusadora
Ivy Queen
Kilates 2
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Cuantas veces tengo que decirle, soy la abusadora
Nadie puede con la Queena', te lo he dado a demostrar
Quieren batirse con una mujer que es jodedora
En la musica que canto me tienen que respetar
Cuantas veces tengo que decirle, soy la abusadora
Nadie puede con la Queena', te lo he dado a demostrar
Quieren batirse con una mujer que es jodedora
En la musica que canto me tienen que respetar
Atencion
Cuando yo entro represento
Muchas veces he demostrado mi talento
En acci??e han visto muchos
Ellos saben que es muy facil
Contra el suelo los reviento
Todos veran
El mundo se va a enterar
Como esta mujer siempre llega
Donde tenga que llegar
Y lamentaran
Las veces que me tienen frente
Las veces que subestiman a un talento inteligente
Quieren furia
Y eso es lo que voy a dar
Por todas esas ocasiones que me han querido humillar
Por las veces que he caido
Las veces que he llorado
Las veces que he llevado
Mi bandera a todos lados
Desde altos lugares los he visto yo caer
Manada de ladrones nada pueden componer
Son los que pasan enmonopolizan lo que creen
No saben que lo que hizo Dios no pueden detener
Soy mujer
Cuantas veces tengo que decirle, soy la abusadora
Nadie puede con la Queena', te lo he dado a demostrar
Quieren batirse con una mujer que es jodedora
En la musica que canto me tienen que respetar
Cuantas veces tengo que decirle, soy la abusadora
Nadie puede con la Queena', te lo he dado a demostrar
Quieren batirse con una mujer que es jodedora
En la musica que canto me tienen que respetar
Digan lo que digan, Ivy sigue cuesta arriba
Dando miles bofetadas, a energias negativas
Destruccion
Es lo que ellos sentiran alrededor
Llenados de gran confusion

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song performed by Ivy Queen
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The White Cliffs

I
I have loved England, dearly and deeply,
Since that first morning, shining and pure,
The white cliffs of Dover I saw rising steeply
Out of the sea that once made her secure.
I had no thought then of husband or lover,
I was a traveller, the guest of a week;
Yet when they pointed 'the white cliffs of Dover',
Startled I found there were tears on my cheek.
I have loved England, and still as a stranger,
Here is my home and I still am alone.
Now in her hour of trial and danger,
Only the English are really her own.

II
It happened the first evening I was there.
Some one was giving a ball in Belgrave Square.
At Belgrave Square, that most Victorian spot.—
Lives there a novel-reader who has not
At some time wept for those delightful girls,
Daughters of dukes, prime ministers and earls,
In bonnets, berthas, bustles, buttoned basques,
Hiding behind their pure Victorian masks
Hearts just as hot - hotter perhaps than those
Whose owners now abandon hats and hose?
Who has not wept for Lady Joan or Jill
Loving against her noble parent's will
A handsome guardsman, who to her alarm
Feels her hand kissed behind a potted palm
At Lady Ivry's ball the dreadful night
Before his regiment goes off to fight;
And see him the next morning, in the park,
Complete in busbee, marching to embark.
I had read freely, even as a child,
Not only Meredith and Oscar Wilde
But many novels of an earlier day—
Ravenshoe, Can You Forgive Her?, Vivien Grey,
Ouida, The Duchess, Broughton's Red As a Rose,
Guy Livingstone, Whyte-Melville— Heaven knows
What others. Now, I thought, I was to see
Their habitat, though like the Miller of Dee,
I cared for none and no one cared for me.

III
A light blue carpet on the stair
And tall young footmen everywhere,
Tall young men with English faces
Standing rigidly in their places,
Rows and rows of them stiff and staid

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poem by Alice Duer Miller
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Vocab *

* originally avail. on the vocab 12"
Intro: lauryn hill
Yo, this is the fugees
Refugees
About to take you on a journey
Into the dimensions of the booka basement
The basement, word
Uhh
Hey yo, one two three! the crew is called re-fu-ge-ee-es
An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee
Stop the violence and just bring it on, willld
Verse one: lauryn hill
Hey yo i, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me
I keep a wrap about me while i'm driving daddy's audi
I pay the toll fighting for my own soul
Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb
But i be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the eq
The devil's wishin they could send me back to mogadishu
Cause i've been wild since i was a juvenile
Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style
Now kids are whylin so i ask the bad black
Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then
Pray tell me when's the revolution will begin?
I turn on my tv i check out farrakhan on cnn see
I'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do
And things you never heard plus i come from the suburbs
Word to god, i heard you're acting kind of hard
And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard
[lauryn hill]
(you got the vocab) i got the vocab
(on the real got the vocab) you know we got the vocab
(all my peeps got the vocab) yeah, we got the vocab
[lauryn] aiyyo praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab
Verse two: prazwell
Then cast off from here to mexico
You see my four-five-six a-be my celo
And when i rest my head is on a pillow
Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo
You see the skills i manifest is very tho-rough
And if you don't believe me ask freres ja-cques
Mmmm, freres jacques, freres jacques
A dorme vous? a dorme vous?
Watch out now! when i choose to speak
I'm forming the cipher fly east to the five percenter
Knowledge is born, to all beginners
Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh
Say o-ur father, who art in heaven
Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how fugee be steppin
Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the
Dj, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh

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song performed by Fugees
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Sun-Up

(Shadows over a cradle…
fire-light craning….
A hand
throws something in the fire
and a smaller hand
runs into the flame and out again,
singed and empty….
Shadows
settling over a cradle…
two hands
and a fire.)

I

CELIA

Cherry, cherry, glowing on the hearth, bright red cherry…. When you try to pick up cherry Celia's shriek sticks in you like a pin.

When God throws hailstones you cuddle in Celia's shawl and press your feet on her belly high up like a stool. When Celia makes umbrella of her hand. Rain falls through big pink spokes of her fingers. When wind blows Celia's gown up off her legs she runs under pillars of the bank— great round pillars of the bank have on white stockings too.

Celia says my father
will bring me a golden bowl.
When I think of my father
I cannot see him
for the big yellow bowl
like the moon with two handles
he carries in front of him.

Grandpa, grandpa…
(Light all about you…
ginger… pouring out of green jars…)
You don't believe he has gone away and left his great coat…
so you pretend… you see his face up in the ceiling.
When you clap your hands and cry, grandpa, grandpa, grandpa,
Celia crosses herself.

It isn't a dream…. It comes again and again…. You hear ivy crying on steeples the flames haven't caught yet and images screaming when they see red light on the lilies on the stained glass window of St. Joseph. The girl with the black eyes holds you tight, and you run… and run past the wild, wild towers… and trees in the gardens tugging at their feet and little frightened dolls shut up in the shops crying… and crying… because no one stops… you spin like a penny thrown out in the street. Then the man clutches her by the hair…. He always clutches her by the hair…. His eyes stick out like spears. You see her pulled-back face and her black, black eyes lit up by the glare…. Then everything goes out. Please God, don't let me dream any more of the girl with the black, black eyes.

Celia's shadow rocks and rocks… and mama's eyes stare out of the pillow as though she had gone away and the night had come in her place as it comes in empty rooms… you can't bear it— the night threshing about and lashing its tail on its sides as bold as a wolf that isn't afraid— and you scream at her face, that is white as a stone on a grave and pull it around to the light, till the night draws backward… the night that walks alone and goes away without end. Mama says, I am cold, Betty, and shivers. Celia tucks the quilt about her feet, but I run for my little red cloak because red is hot like fire.

I wish Celia
could see the sea climb up on the sky
and slide off again…

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poem by Lola Ridge
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Soy Una Mujer

Puede ser
Qua la tonta sea yo
Qua sin saberio algo fall.
Puede que si ... puede que no.
E] caso es
Qua mi vida va al revs
Que me arrepiento siempre despus
Cuando no hay nada que hacer.
Soy una mujer y a veces me equivoco
Porque me fio de mi corazn
Soy una mujer y por amor yo soy
Capaz ce todo.
Soy as
Impulsiva y natural
En el fondo persona normal
Para bien o para mal.
Soy una mujer ...
Soy capaz de todo
Soy capaz de todo
Hasta de perder.
Soy una mujer
Si me quieres tener no juegues
Con mi amor
Oh ... no juegues con mi amor.
Soy una mujer ....
Soy una mujer ...
Soy una mujer
Y por amor yo soy capaz de
Soy una mujer y a veces me equivoco
Porque me fio de mi corazn
Soy una mujer y por amor yo soy
Capaz de todo.

song performed by Roxette
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Cheated (R&B Remix)

[wyclef] {spoken}
Rolling Stones could not be here with you tonight, Led Zepplin couldnt
be here with you tonight, but we got Wyclef Jean in the house tonight.
Yo, I woke up on the other side of the bed. Tune into my rock station,
and someone say hip-hoppers cant play rock and roll, huh.
[Wyclef] {singing} Chorus:
I cheated on you, you cheated on me,
and this is not the way that things are supposed to be,
so tell me girl, is this for real or just an illusion?
I pinch myself to make sure that Wyclef aint dreamin
[Wyclef] {singing} Verse 1:
By the time you here this song, itll be number 1 on your radioooooooooo.
Youll be drivin from the beach,
and your boyfriend will say turn it down real loooooow.
You punch up the sun roof!
And you roll down the window, slam that pedal to the floooooooooor.
whatchin the whats wrong (?)
Shes havin a good jour (?) It said love dont let me no mooooore
(to all the girls I cheated on before)
[Wyclef] {singing} Chorus:
I cheated on you, you cheated on me,
and this is not the way that things are supposed to be,
so tell me girl, is this for real or just an illusion?
I pinch myself to make sure that wyclef aint dreamin
I cheated on you, you cheated on me (To all the girls I cheated on before)
and this is not the way that things are supposed to be,
so tell me girl is this for real or just an illusion?
I pinch myself to make sure that Wyclef aint dreamin
[Wyclef] {singing} Verse 2:
I dont know much about philosophy, play though, all I rest I know (?)
all I know, when I met you, in the streets, the air wasnt so cooooooooold.
Its like my whole world just changed.
Im like a ball with no chain, ground myself on the aaaaaaaaa-train.
Reality struck me, how could you love me?
When you slept with another maaaaaaaaaaaaan.
[Wyclef] {singing} Chorus:
I cheated on you, you cheated on me,
and this is not the way that things are supposed to be.
(to all the girls I cheated on before)
So tell me girl is this for real or just an illusion?
I pinch myself to make sure that Wyclef aint dreamin
I cheated on you, you cheated on me, (To all the girls I cheated on before)
and this is not the way that things are supposed to be.
So tell me girl, is this for real or just an illusion?
I pinch myself to make sure that wyclef aint dreamin
(School is out now, school is out, nah Im Sayin?)
[Wyclef] {singing} Verse 3:
nah, nah, nah, nah, I had to play hooky, last friday, cause she hurt me.
nah, nah, nah, nah, I lied to my mama, last friday, cause she hurt me.
nah, nah, nah, nah, I might play hooky, this friday, if she hurts me.

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The Rain

(rock the joint)
Me i'm supa fly (uh-huh)
Supa dupa fly (uh-huh)
Supa dupa fly
{singing} i can't stand the rain!
(uh) me i'm supa fly (uh-huh)
{singing} 'gainst my window
Supa dupa fly (uh-huh)
Supa dupa fly
{singing} i can't stand the rain!
(uh) me i'm supa fly (uh-huh)
{singing} 'gainst my window
Supa dupa fly (uh-huh)
Supa dupa fly
{singing} i can't stand the rain!
(uh-huh) me i'm supa fly (uh-huh)
{singing} 'gainst my window
When the rain hits my window
I take and {inhale, cough} me some indo
Me and timbaland, ooh, we sang a jangle
We so tight, that you get our styles tango
Sway on dosie-do like you loco
{singing} can we get kinky tonight?
Like coco, so-so
You don't wanna play with my yo-yo
I smoke my hydro on the dee-low
{singing} i can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
{singing} 'gainst my window (against my window)
{singing} i can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
{singing} 'gainst my window (against my window)
{singing} i can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
{singing} 'gainst my window (against my window)
{singing} i can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
{singing} 'gainst my window (say what?)
Yeah..
Beep beep, who got the keys to the jeep? v-r-rrrrrrrooooom!
(uh-huh) i'm drivin to the beach
Top down, loud sounds, see my peeps (uhh)
Give them pounds, now look who it be (who it be)
It be me me me and timothy (me me!)
Look like it's bout to rain, what a shame (uh-huh)
I got the armor-all to shine up the stain
Oh missy, try to maintain
Icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky..
{singing} i can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
(uh-huh)
{singing} i can't stand the rain! (say what? uh-huh, uh-huh)
{singing} 'gainst my window (uh-huh)
{singing} i can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
{singing} 'gainst my window (yeah)

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song performed by Missy Elliott
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Lejos De Ti

English lyrics by karen
Morris, toronto, canada
This song is more of a stright forward vallenato song with the blend of forging instruments, such as the steel string guitar, a cuban "tres" cuban "clave", and a snare drum.
T;lejos de ti" talks about being apart from the person you love and all the feelings that arise from your loneliness. this song says " with all the love from my soul i wait for you
Year and i wish to tell you with my guitar, all my feelings for you. i love you, i'm always dreaming of you, and without your love i'm dying.... but i'll keep waiting for you".
Tengo las cuerdans de mi guitarra
I have the stings of my guitar
Tengo la noche y tengo mi voz
I have the night and i have my voice
Para entregarte con toda el alma
With which to deliver to you with all my soul
Las dulces notas de mi cancin
The sweetness of my song.
Son las tretezas y la nostalgia
My song is sadness and nostalgia,
Las amargarte del corazn
And the bitterness of the heart.
Son tus recuerdos en la distancia
They are the memories of you at a distance
Los que me llenande inspiracin
That fill me with inspiration.
----------
Coro:
Con todo el amor del alma
With all the love of my soul
Te espero en el ao nuevo
I wait for you in the new year.
Y quiero con mi guitarra
And i want to tell you with my guitar that
Decirte lo que yo siento
You are the one for whom i wait.
Que siempre te estoy queriendo
I want to tell you that i am always wanting you
Que siempre te estoy soando
And am always dreaming of you.
Sin ti yo me estoy muriendo
Without you i am dying.
Pero te sigo esperando
But, still, i am waiting for you.
-----------
Tengo la brisa por mi ventana
The breeze that flows through my window
Que me acaricia como tu voz
Caresses me like the tenderness of your voice,
Tengo gravadas dentro del alma
Imprinted on my soul are the memories of
Las dulces huellas de tu pasin
Your tender and sincere passion.
Voy sumergiendome en la nostalgia
I get lost in the nostalgia

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song performed by Gloria Estefan
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Soy Una Mujer (Fading Like A Flower (Everytime You Leave))

Puede ser
Que la tonta sea yo
Que sin saberlo algo fallo
Puede que si. .puede que no
El caso es
Que mi vida va al revs
Y que lo siento siempre despus
Cuando no hay nada que hacer
[coro]
Soy una mujer y a veces me equivoco
Porque me fio de mi corazn
Soy una mujer y por amor
Yo soy capaz de todo
Soy asi,
Impulsiva y natural
En el fondo, persona normal
Para bien o para mal
[coro]
soy capaz de todo, soy capaz de todo, hasta de perder...
soy una mujer
si me quieres tener
no juegues con mi amor
oh.. .no juegues con mi amor
[coro]
Soy una mujer y a veces me equivoco
Porque me fio de mi corazn, corazn
Soy una mujer y por amor
Yo soy capaz de...
Soy una mujer y a veces me equivoco
Porque me fio de mi corazn, corazn
Soy una mujer y por amor
Yo soy capaz de todo, todo

song performed by Roxette
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Celia

Cherry, cherry,
glowing on the hearth,
bright red cherry….
When you try to pick up cherry
Celia’s shriek
sticks in you like a pin.

When God throws hailstones
you cuddle in Celia’s shawl
and press your feet on her belly
high up like a stool.
When Celia makes umbrella of her hand.
Rain falls through
big pink spokes of her fingers.
When wind blows Celia’s gown up off her legs
she runs under pillars of the bank—
great round pillars of the bank
have on white stockings too.

Celia says my father
will bring me a golden bowl.
When I think of my father
I cannot see him
for the big yellow bowl
like the moon with two handles
he carries in front of him.

Grandpa, grandpa…
(Light all about you…
ginger… pouring out of green jars…)
You don’t believe he has gone away and left his great coat…
so you pretend… you see his face up in the ceiling.
When you clap your hands and cry, grandpa, grandpa, grandpa,
Celia crosses herself.

It isn’t a dream….
It comes again and again….
You hear ivy crying on steeples
the flames haven’t caught yet
and images screaming
when they see red light on the lilies
on the stained glass window of St. Joseph.

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poem by Lola Ridge
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Baby Daddy

[Wyclef]
Right now if you raising some children that don't belong to you
But you know you're taking care of them
Please report on the dancefloor, let's go now
Do the stepfather dance (to the right)
Do the stepfather dance (to the left)
Do the stepfather dance
Baby mama don't hurt nobody, come on
[Wyclef]
I ain't that baby's daddy, I treat him like he's my own
But sometimes sit and wonder how can I father another man's son (oh)
When ? breaks in the pad
Shorty wanna scream 'I ain't his real dad' now
I may not be your father
But I'm the closest thing to him
[Wyclef]
Girl I love you
And ain't a thing that I wouldn't do for you
You my boo and we be sticking just like glue
But your kid's got me losing my mind
Wanna know if I want you
And if I do then you just gotta come to
Now the family be fighting through hard times
But I'm gon' treat them like they're mine
[Wyclef]
I ain't that baby's daddy, I treat him like he's my own
But sometimes sit and wonder how can I father another man's son (oh)
When ? breaks in the pad
Shorty wanna scream 'I ain't his real dad' now
I may not be your father
But I'm the closest thing to him
[Wyclef]
Fresh pair of Jordan's you had it
When you want a Playstation you had it (Vendetta)
First day of school you had it
Even when I didn't have it
Once upon a time, not long ago
Before the dreads, when I had the afro
When in school I used to pass the love notes
If you like me check yes if not check no
Flip the page now everything changed
The kid don't even have my last name
Sometime I feel like I'm paying child support
Someone please call people's court
[Wyclef]
I ain't that baby's daddy, I treat him like he's my own
But sometimes sit and wonder how can I father another man's son (oh)
When ? breaks in the pad
Shorty wanna scream 'I ain't his real dad' now
I may not be your father

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song performed by Wyclef Jean
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