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Thelonious Monk - Paris 1969
The tracklist: 1 I Mean You 7:21 2 Ruby My Dear 6:31 3 Straight No Chaser 6:48 4 Bright Mississippi 4:20 5 Light Blue 7:35 6 Epistrophy 4:50 7 Don't Blame Me 4:55 8 I Love You Sweetheart of All My Dreams 1:35 9 Crepuscule With Nellie 2:17 10 Bright Mississippi (Reprise) 3:01 11 Nutty 10:01 12 Blue Monk 2:04 |
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George Otsuka Quintet - Sea Breeze
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yohan Kim - Rainbow Seeker II
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Joe Sample - Old Faces, Old Places (Repost)
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Babe -- Styx Babe, I'm leaving, I must be on my way The time is drawing near My train is going, I see it in your eyes The love, the need, your tears But I'll be lonely without you And I'll need your love to see me through So Please believe me, my heart is in your hands And I'll be missing you. Cause You know it's you Babe Whenever I get weary and I've had enough Feel like giving up You know it's you Babe Giving me the courage and the strength I need Please believe that it's true Babe, I love you. You know it's you Babe Whenever I get weary and I've had enough Feel like giving up You know it's you Babe Giving me the courage and the strength I need Please believe that it's true Babe, I love you. Babe I'm leaving, I'll say it once again Somehow try to smile I know the feeling we're trying to forget If only for a while Cause I'll be lonely without you And I'll need your love to see me through But Please believe me, my heart is in your hands Cause I'll be missing you Babe I love you. Babe I love you. Oooohhhhh Babe ~Theo~ :winky::listening::bouquet: |
The Last Resort -- Eagles She came from Providence, the one in Rhode Island Where the old world shadows hang heavy in the air She packed her hopes and dreams like a refugee Just as her father came across the sea She heard about a place people were smilin' They spoke about the red man's way, and how they loved the land And they came from everywhere to the Great Divide Seeking a place to stand or a place to hide Down in the crowded bars, out for a good time, Can't wait to tell you all, what it's like up there And they called it paradise I don't know why Somebody laid the mountains low while the town got high Then the chilly winds blew down Across the desert through the canyons of the coast, to the Malibu Where the pretty people play, hungry for power to light their neon way and give them things to do Some rich men came and raped the land, Nobody caught 'em Put up a bunch of ugly boxes, and Jesus people bought 'em And they called it paradise The place to be They watched the hazy sun, sinking in the sea You can leave it all behind and sail to Lahaina just like the missionaries did, so many years ago They even brought a neon sign said "Jesus is coming" Brought the white man's burden down Brought the white man's reign Who will provide the grand design? What is yours and what is mine? 'Cause there is no more new frontier We have got to make it here We satifsy our endless needs and justify our bloody deeds, in the name of destiny and in the name of God And you can see them there, On Sunday morning Stand up and sing about What it's like up there They call it paradise I don't know why You call someplace paradise, kiss it goodbye ~Theo~ :winky::listening::bouquet: |
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