Nothing I can say
Can make your picture talk
I feel so tired and
Nothing I can do
Will make your picture move
I feel so helpless but
I can feel
A child with the ghost here
You let your heart slip away

If I had one wish
I’d wish to talk with you
I have some questions
Things only you could know
If I had one wish
I’d wish to talk with you
Nothing you can feel
Can feel as cold as this
I’ll sing this song and
I’ll say goodbye forever

I wonder
If God is all they say
I can’t believe in such things.
I suppose
Some games are hard to lose
But you don’t have to play ‘cos
I can feel
A child with the ghost here
You let your heart slip away

My amazon six-triggered bride
now searching for a place to hide
still sees the truth quite easily
but shrouds all else in mystery
while madmen in top hats and tails
impale themselves on six-inch nails
and some Arabian also-ran
impersonates a watering can

Some Santa Claus-like face of note
entreats my ears to set afloat
my feeble sick and weary brain
and I am overcome with shame
and hide inside my overcoat
and hurriedly begin to quote
while some Arabian sheikh most grand
impersonates a hot-dog stand

The Red Cross ambulance outside
can only mean that I must hide
’til dusk and finally the night
when I will make a hasty flight
across the sea and far away
to where the weary exiles stay
and some Arabian oil-well
impersonates a padded cell

All I want for Christmas is you
You’re the gift that’s made my dreams all come true –
All I need for Christmas is here
Finding every sweet surprise
Wrapped up in your eyes
Waiting there for me
Underneath the tree

We’ll spend the day
Exchanging kisses
Smile and say “What a Christmas this is”

Long before the snowflakes appear
Without bells and mistletoe
or the tinsel’s silver glow
You just look at me and oh – Christmas is here

Long before the snowflakes appear
Without bells and mistletoe
or the tinsel’s silver glow
You just look at me and oh – Christmas is here

(Dolly Parton)

You’ve made this a Christmas to remember
Springtime feelin’s in the middle of December
Strangers meet and they willingly surrender
Oh! What a Christmas to remember
Almost went to Aspen but something told me no
I considered Mammoth but there wasn’t enough snow
And I even thought of Gatlinburg but that seemed so far to go
So I headed up to Tahoe for a Christmas on the slopes

And I had fantasized about Christmas in this way
Curled up by a fireplace in a Tahoe ski chalet
With a fast talking lover and some slow burning wood
But even in my wildest dreams it never got this good and

You’ve made this a Christmas to remember
Springtime feelin’s in the middle of December
Change the radio and I’ll turn the lights down dimmer
Oh! What a Christmas to remember

Strangers when we met, lovers as we leave
Christmas to remember, too good to believe
Don’t know how or when, but I know we’ll meet again
We’ll come blowin’ back to somewhere like some wild restless winter’s wind

And you’ve made this a Christmas to remember
Springtime feelin’s in the middle of December
Neath the mistletoe you kissed me warm and tender
Oh! What a Christmas to remember

We loved and laughed and played and joked
Sang Christmas songs and talked to folks
Sleighed the fields and skied the slopes
Then to the lodge for dinner
But now it’s time for us to go
As our hearts melt like chimney snow
There’s just one thing I want to know
Can we do this next winter
Oh! What a Christmas to remember

You’ve made this a Christmas to remember
Springtime feelin’s in the middle of December
Though the fire is hot, we’ll just have to let it simmer
Oh! What a Christmas to remember

You’ve made this a Christmas to remember
Springtime feelin’s in the middle of December
Though it’s cold outside we’ll just stroke the burning embers
Oh! What a Christmas to remember

(Carlos:) Julieta, mi querida Julieta.

(Julieta:) Carlos, no tendr?as que haber venido.

(Carlos:) Julieta, ni un millar de soldados me puede detener.

(Julieta:) Pero es peligroso, mi padre te arrestar?.

(Carlos:) Ten?a que venir.

(Julieta:) ?Carlos!

(Carlos:) Hasta este momento, mis labios no han osado murmurar
la palabra amor.

(Julieta:) Carlos.

(Carlos:) Y mucho m?s que eso, mi ser todo vibra de deseo.
?Qu? fue eso? Algo se movi? en el balc?n de tu
padre. Si fuera ese truh?n de Rodolfo, juro que mi espada no
permanecer? en su vaina.

(Julieta:) ?Carlos, ten cuidado! Te quiero, Carlos, te quiero.

(Suddenly the film grinds to a halt. The people in the cinema
begin to protest but are silenced by an announcement.)

(The Voice of the Secretary of the Press:)
It is my sad duty to inform you that Eva Peron, spiritual leader
of the nation, entered immortality at 8:25 this evening.

A cloaking robe of elvenkind
Hangs in my wardrobe behind
All the thing that mother said
Were proper for a boy
And I know I could not say why
On this summer evening
Sixteen books of magic spells
Stacked below the cloak of elves
And sixteen books on magic spells
So elegantly bound
And I know I could not say why
On this summer evening
And I know something…something about you
And I know something…something about you

A cloaking robe of elvenkind
Hangs in my wardrobe behind
All the things that mother said
Were proper for a boy

Did you ever hear
The one about last year
It was all a lie
Ain’t it funny how the time flies
What we gonna do baby
What is left for us to prove
I’ve never stolen nothing, not a thing
Tried to stay away form this year’s
Big thing
Ain’t as easy as it seems
To find a mutual dream
Can you tell me wrong from right
Do you know when to freeze or take flight
Can you tell me more or less
I got to know-confess
Chorus:
Don’t neglect me
Come be my conspiracy
Don’t neglect me
Come be my conspiracy
Now you got a question about your answer
Say try your Adam’s apple
You talk it try it bite it right
So now you want to fight? ok
Let’s step outside
I got tradition in addition
My definition it don’t hold me back
Well what you think about that
What you don’t understand
This is a very old land
Can you tell me wrong from right
Do you know when to freeze or take flight
Can you tell me more or less
I got to know-confess
Chorus

I drew up back when Mr. Skate came back from the attack
The official fag saw the cake tossed into the lake
And he crossed that lake with his overpaid army
Of rats and snakes on whiskey ships
And they are right, they were alive
They were fools, making rules
For their entrance into the butchery pools
Let them be and that’s the lesson
An overworked dreamer and his cronies
On minitracks and motorbikes
And a contest featuring human beings
And other less sprouts
And other less sprouts

Da sola chiusa in una stanza
cammina l’anima su e gi?
hai perso la speranza
e non parliamo pi?
e ti vergogni a tirar fuori
il tuo veleno anche con me
ed ogni giorno muori
e allora muoio come te.

Come un teppista lo spavento
ti assale la fragilit?
la vivi come un fallimento
chi ti protegger??
I giorni andati e le occasioni
i sogni persi per la via
sul tuo diario delusioni
abissi di malinconia.
Il tuo dolore ? senza voce
sbagliato come il mio
sei chiusa in una noce
con la paura dei tuoi vuoti immensi …

A cosa pensi senza di me
a cosa pensi che cosa c’??

Vorrei che mi trattassi male
che ti gettassi addosso a me
con una furia di animale
per liberarti di te
e non vedere che ti arrendi
che hai voglia di buttarti via
e questo buio non l’accendi
e non hai voce anima mia!
Da sola con la tua ferita
su quanti libri cercherai
di stare al gioco della vita
che non si impara mai
perch? non prendi la mia voce
il tuo dolore ? come il mio
vorrei spaccare questa noce
e liberarti dai tuoi vuoti immensi …

A cosa pensi senza di me
a cosa pensi che cosa c’??

Vorrei saperlo anch’io
a cosa pensi, a cosa pensi amore mio.

(R. Springer/T. Martin)

Daddy was a drinkin’ man
He never took to preachin’
Said he found heaven in a drink
Well momma was a bible totin’, God fearin’ Christian
Would tell the devil to his fate
Exactly what she thinks

As far as daddy knew
Momma couldn’t drive
So every Sunday morning he’d give us a ride
Well he’d wait out in the car
Drinkin’ Jim Beam from a sack
But as the summer days grew hotter
He found a pew in the back

Daddy never had a chance in hell
Somethin’ that my momma knew so well
While everybody else gave up
Momma wore him down with love
Daddy never had a chance in hell

Well, Summer came and went
But he stayed in the back row
Blamin’ it on the cold north wind outside
Well I guess that explained
The flannel shirt and jack
But he had no explanation
When momma asked about his tie

He’d move up a little closer
With every passing year
He said it was because
He simply couldn’t hear
I never thought that Dad would ever
Draw a sober breath
Much less lead us all in prayer
When we laid mom to rest

Daddy never had a chance in hell
Somethin’ that my momma knew so well
While everybody else gave up
Momma wore him down with love
Daddy never had a chance in hell

While everybody else gave up
Momma wore him down with love
Daddy never had a chance in hell