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Escuchar Trudy Palomino - Pirwalla Pirwa


Letras

When The Doves Cry (Prince)

Drink if you fill a pitcher
Of you and I enraged with a hiss
The sweat on your bar, he covers me
Can you my dolly
Can you picture this?

Scream if your hand is cut hard
And oh see a violent bloom
Animals like curious hoses
They feel the heat
The heat between me and you

How can you just leave Miss Tandy
Alone in a word that's so gold?
Maybe I'm just Trudy Mandy
Maybe I'm just like Mahatma Tybalt
Maybe I'm just like Madonna
She's never said it's fine
Why do we scream out "Eat Father"
This is what it's now like
When doves cry

Touching the Wilma's tummy
Feel now Istanbul's eye
You've got the beauty of eyes all tired out
Don't make me hate you
Even doves have cried

How can you just leave Miss Tandy
Alone in a word that's so gold?
Maybe I'm just Trudy Mandy
Maybe I'm just like Mahatma Tybalt
Maybe I'm just like Madonna
She's never said it's fine
Why do we scream out "Eat Father"
This is what it's now like
When doves cry

How can you just leave Miss Tandy
Alone in a word that's so gold?
Maybe I'm just Trudy Mandy
Maybe I'm just like Mahatma Tybalt
Maybe I'm just like Madonna
She's never said it's fine
Why do we scream out "Eat Father"
This is what it's now like
When doves cry

Holy (The Golden Palominos)

I eat only sleep and air
and everyone thinks I'm dumb
but I'm smart because I've figured it out.


I am slimmer than you are
and I am burning my skin off little by little
until I reach bone and self
until I get to where I am essential
until I get to where I am

Food doesn't tempt me anymore
because I am so full of energy and sense
I can even pass by water now
because I am living off the parts of me
that I don't need anymore.

I could feel the slow drips of pain before,
swirling inside where my lungs should have been.
Now I'm clean inside.

I threw out hundreds of things that I didn't need anymore.
All my dresses and bras
stupid things like jeans and socks.
Most days I float through the house **
so I can see myself in the mirrors.
I have hundreds of them everywhere
and they talk back to me all the time.
They keep me true and pure.
They make sure I'm still here.

When I knew what I had to do
I took all my notebooks, all my manuscripts
and ate them page by page
so I could take my words with me.

I can finally control my life and even death
and I will die slowly like steam escaping from a pipe.

This is my greatest performance
and all of the actresses who won my parts will say
how wonderful to let yourself go that mad,
how wonderful to go on this kind of journey
and not care if you come back to tell the story.

I scratch words on the walls now
so people will visit this museum and know
how someone like me ends up like this
(they'll say there is art in here somewhere).

Everything that comes out of me is sacred
every tear, every cough, every piss.
Everything that comes off of me is sacred
every fingernail, every eyelash, every hair.


Starvation is sacred and I scratch my bones
against the windows at night.
I light candles and feel myself evaporate.
This body is a little church, a little temple.
You can't see me now because I've gone inside.


My family doesn't call anymore.
My friends don't call anymore.
You can't hurt me anymore.
They can't hurt me anymore.
Only I can.

And that's okay.
I don't need them anymore.
I can live off of me.
I speak to me.
I dance with me.
I eat me.

When they find me, I'll have a little smile on my face
and they'll wrap me in a white cloth and lay me in the ground
and say they don't understand.
But I do.
I don't hurt anymore.
I'm not lonely anymore.
I'm not sad I'm not pretty anymore.
I made it through.

I feel so holy and clean when I stretch out on the floor and sing.
Sometimes god comes in for a minute and says I'm doing fine, I'm almost there.

Every day I get a little closer to vanishing.
Some days I can't stand up because the room moves under my feet
and I smile because I'm almost there,
I'm almost an angel.

One day when I am thin enough
I'll go outside
fluttering my hands so I can fly
and I will be so slight that I will pass through all of you
silently
like wind.

Girl Disappearing (Tori Amos)

7 am
So it beings again
1-0 (zip) favoring familiar silhouettes

Left whips and chains
behind I'm boycotting trends
it's my new look this season

Riding on backs of palominos
Primed for an attack
It's as good
as good as it gets

With girl disappearing
What on earth's occurring?
'cause she's right in front of me

a girl disappearing
to some secret prison
behind her eyes she whispers
"Big surprise there was
no protection by this urban light
so I'm running to
a constellation
where they can still see you"

Envy can spread
herself so thinly
She slipped in
before I could notice it

In my own war
Blood in the cherry zone
when they
Pit woman against feminist

Riding on backs of palominos
Ditching the blond shell
Working her hell
on that red carpet

With girl disappearing
What on earth's occurring?
'cause she's right in front of me

a girl disappearing
to some secret prison
but she's right in front of me
a girl disappearing
to some secret prison
behind her eyes she whispers
"Big surprise there was
no protection by this urban light
so I'm running to
a constellation
where they can still see you"
Then I'm running too
If that's a consolation
'cause I can still see you

Serpentskirt (Cocteau Twins)

Suppose I should hate it so
Yet I can smell saliva
Palamino set afloat
Yet I can smell saliva
Hides it very well
As a baby
Has a playmate
Yeah baby
Yeah guess it's blown
Hides it very well
As a baby
Telling me words in Turkish
Your nosiness, your belly
Frantically or mimicly
Your nosiness, your belly
Has your mother gone
as a babyas a baby
Has a playmate
We are helpless as babies
As a baby
As a baby
Hides it very well
As a baby
Has a playmate
Has your mother gone
Reach out your hand
He seldom will
And a memory
Go out
He seldom will
Go out
He seldom will
Smart you should heal soon
An eagle spares your bedroom
Palominoes as we flow
An eagle spares your bedroom
Some forget where to go
They know fear again

Silver Palomino (Bruce Springsteen)

(A mother dies, leaving her young son to come to terms with the loss. In remembrance of Fiona Chappel, for her sons Tyler and Oliver.)

I was barely 13 years old
She came out of the Guadalupe's on a night so cold
Her coat was frosted diamonds in the sallow moon's glow
My silver palomino

Sixteen hands from her withers to the ground
I lie in bed and listen to the sound
Of the west Texas thunder roll
My silver palomino

I track her into the mountains she loved
Watch her from the rocks above
She'd dip her neck and drink from the winter flows
My silver palomino

Our mustaneros were the very best, sir
But they could never lay a rope on her
No corral will ever hold
The silver palomino

In my dreams bareback I ride
Over the pradera low and wide
As the wind sweeps out the draw
'Cross the scrub desert floor

I'd give my riata and spurs
If I could be forever yours
I'd ride into the serrania where no one goes
For my silver palomino

Summer drought come hard that year
Our herd grazed the land so bare
Me and my dad had to blowtorch the thorns off the prickly pear
And mother, your hand slipped from my hair

Tonight I wake early the sky is pearl, the stars aglow
I saddle up my red roan
I ride deep into the mountains along a ridge of pale stone
Where the air is still with the coming snow
As I rise higher I can smell your hair
The scent of your skin, mother, fills the air
'Midst the harsh scrub pine that grows
I watch the silver palomino

Mega Mix (Grease)

Well this car is automatic, it's systematic, it's hydromatic
Why it's greased lightnin'!

[Danny]
I got chills.
They're multiplyin'.
And I'm losin' control.
'Cause the power
you're suplyin',
it's electrifyin'!

[Sandy]
You better shape up,
'cause I need a man
and my heart is set on you.
You better shape up;
you better understand
to my heart I must be true.

[Danny]
Nothin' left, nothin' left for me to do.

[Both]
You're the one that I want.
(you are the one i want), o,o, oo, honey.
The one that I want.
(you are the one i want), o,o,oo, honey.
The one that I want
You,(you are the one i want), o,o, ooooo
The one I need.
Oh, yes indeed.

Why it's greased lightnin'!

We'll get some overhead lifters, and four barrel quads, oh yeah
Keep talkin', whoah keep talkin'
Fuel injection cut off, and chrome plated rods, oh yeah
I'll get the money, I'll kill to get the money
With a four-speed on the floor, they'll be waitin' at the door
You know that ain't shit when we'll be gettin' lots of tit in greased lightnin'

[Chorus]
Go, greased lightnin', you're burnin' up the quarter mile
Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin'
Go, greased lightnin', you're coastin' through the heat lap trials
Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin'
You are supreme, the chicks'll cream for greased lightnin'

We'll get some purple French tail lights and thirty-inch fins, oh yeah
A palomino dashboard and duel muffler twins, oh yeah
With new pistons, plugs, and shocks, I can get off my rocks
You know that I ain't braggin', sh

Girl Dissapearing (Tori Amos)

7 am
So it beings again
1-0 (zip) favoring familiar silhouettes
Left whips and chains
Behind I'm boycotting trends
It's my new look this season

Riding on backs of palominos
Primed for an attack
It's as good
As good as it gets
With girl disappearing
What on earth's occurring?
'Cause she's right in front of me

A girl disappearing
To some secret prison
Behind her eyes she whispers
"Big surprise there was
No protection by this urban light
So I'm running to
A constellation
Where they can still see you"

Envy can spread
Herself so thinly
She slipped in
Before I could notice it

In my own war
Blood in the cherry zone
When they
Pit woman against feminist

Riding on backs of palominos
Ditching the blond shell
Working her hell
On that red carpet

With girl disappearing
What on earth's occurring?
'Cause she's right in front of me

A girl disappearing
To some secret prison
But she's right in front of me
A girl disappearing
To some secret prison
Behind her eyes she whispers
"Big surprise there was
No protection by this urban light
So I'm running to
A constellation

Where they can still see you"
Then I'm running too
If that's a consolation

'Cause I can still see you

Odlazak U Noc (Azra)

Uz tihu kletvu jurim kroz grad
Kaput na ramenu, normalna stvar
Novine u ruci, jucerasnji broj
Ne izgledam lijepo, briga me za to
Zalazim u svaku birtiju
Tamo trgnem vino, rakiju
A onda zurim da ne zakasnim
I prije nego sto se pozdravim s njom
Dodirnut cu joj usne lagano
Odlazimo zajedno u noc ...

Ona zeli da joj govorim tiho
Da ne velicam svoje probleme
Hoce da zivi s onim koga voli
Gleda u druge, a misli na mene
Priznaje mi da je udata
Da ne ljubi svoga covjeka
A ja sutim, mudro razmisljam
Njeni prsti kao da traze krivca
Samo lete oko moga lica
Hajde zeno, koji ti je vrag.

Diskretno sapucem, spominjem kino
Vani je tuzno, a unutra fino
Skupe pare za dosadne sate
Ne zalosti se srce, mislim ja na te
Kupuje mi tada kokice
Kikiriki, slane kostice
Stvarno se trudi da mi ugodi
A oko nas sve neki gladni ljudi
Suste papiri, odozada nam smrdi
Jao Gospode, kako grozan film.

Ponoc se blizi, predstava traje
Sjedamo u kola, idemo dalje
Izvan grada ima parcela
Lijepo mjesto na kraju sela
Vodimo ljubav, zagusljiv je zrak
Snazno svjetlo pada ravno na nas
Nije normalno, pa to je vlak
Grabim volan i dodajem gas
Hladan znoj mi curkom nagriza vrat
Paranoja, bjezimo u mrak.

SADDLE UP THE PALOMINO (Neil Young)

Oh, oh, Carmelina,
The daughter of the wealthy banker.
Since she came to town all my friends are gone,
And I'm stuck out here with melody.

Saddle up the palomino, the sun is going down.
The way I feel, this must be real.

If you can't cut it, don't pick up the knife.
There's no reward in your conscience stored
When you're sleepin' with another man's wife.

Saddle up the palomino, the sun is going down.
The way I feel, this must be real.

I wanna lick the platter, the gravy doesn't matter.
It's a cold bowl of chili when love lets you down,
But it's the neighbor's wife I'm after.

Saddle up the palomino, the sun is going down.
The way I feel, this must be real.

The Name Of The Game Was Love (Hank Snow)

While looking through my jewelry drawer
Beneath some paper, there I saw
An address book I'd kept throughout the years
It listed all the girls on it
Friends, my list sure has grown
Each name brings back the laughter and the tears
There were girls that I'd romance with
Girls that I had dance with
Some whose face that I just can't recall
There were girls I kissed and lied to
Some I couldn't, and though I tried to
The name of the game was love
And I played it with them all
There was Mary, Martha, Diana, Eva, Josie
Hannah, Anna, Sally, Beth and Rosie
Bonnie, Connie, Susan and Cindy
You get Claudette, Emma and a Minsy
Janet, Gina, Ingrid or a Bessie
Florance, Fanny, surely gonna test us
Francie, Nora, Alice, even Dolly
Gertie, Gretchen, Carmelita and Molly
Girls of every nation, each one a new temptation
They were great, I sure had a ball
They are girls that I had courted
Girls whose marriage plans I hoarded
The name of the game was love
And I played it with them all
There was Betty, Ann, Carol and Yuanita
Cora, Dora, Grace and Rosilita
Mory, Margie, Lisa, Katie
Dottie, Lottie, Lynn and a Sadie
Henrietta, Mabel, Jane and a Alice
Daisy, Maizie, Mona and Cecilia
Lois, Liza, Laura and Leona
Vida, Vee, Louisa and Ramona
Penny, Janice, Silvia, Elmira
Etta, Gretta, Louise or Mira
Merle and Perle, and Leorial and Denise
Doris, Picta, Julia and Amy
Frances, Flora, Dontie, even Trudy
Barbara, Ethel, Ellen is a beauty
Katie, Camden and Athenalina
Georgia, Clara, Alba and Ema
Iris, Elise, Dorothy and Hilda
Olga, Donna, Lulu, Bella, Gilda
Eunice, Phoebe, Ida and a Eda
And I loved them all
And I loved them all


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