"The Narrow Way" is a section on the studio half of Pink Floyd's fourth album Ummagumma. It is a three-part song written and performed entirely by David Gilmour, using multiple overdubs to play all the instruments himself.
Following the path as it leads towards the Darkness in the North
Weary strangers' faces show their sympathy
They've seen that hope before
And if you want to stay for a little bit
Rest your aching limbs for a little bit
Before you the night is beckoning
And you know you can't delay
You hear the night birds calling you
But you can't touch the restless sky
Close your aching eyes beyond your name
Mist is swelling, creatures crawling,
Hear the roar get louder in your ears
You know the folly was your own
But the force behind can't conquer all your fears
And if you want to stay for a little bit
Rest your aching limbs for a little bit
Before you the night is beckoning
And you know you can't delay
You hear the night birds calling you
But you can't touch the restless sky
Close your aching eyes beyond your name
Throw your thoughts back many years
To the time when there was life in every morning
Perhaps a day will come
When the nights will be as on that morning
And if you want to stay for a little bit
Rest your aching limbs for a little bit
Before you the night is beckoning
And you know you can't delay
You hear the night birds calling you
But you can't touch the restless sky
Close your aching eyes beyond your name
Rest your weary head, be on your way.
THE IMPOSSIBLE DREAM
LUTHER VANDROSS
SONGWRITERS:
MITCH LEIGH; JOE DARION & JAMES WONG
COUNTRY:
U.S.A.
ALBUM: SONGS
LABEL: EPIC
RECORDS
GENRE: R &
B
YEAR: 1994
"The Impossible Dream
(The Quest)" is a popular song composed by Mitch Leigh, with lyrics
written by Joe Darion. The song is the most popular song from the 1965 Broadway
musical Man of La Mancha and is also featured in the 1972 film of the same name
starring Peter O'Toole.
The complete song is first
sung by Don Quixote as he stands vigil over his armor, in response to Aldonza (Dulcinea)'s
question about what he means by "following the quest". It is reprised
partially three more times – the last by prisoners in a dungeon as Miguel de
Cervantes and his manservant mount the drawbridge-like prison staircase to face
trial by the Spanish Inquisition.
It was awarded the Contemporary Classics Award from the
Songwriter's Hall of Fame.
To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
And to run where
the brave dare not go
To right the unrightable wrong
And to love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star
This is my quest
To follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far
To fight for the right
Without question or pause
To be willing to march,
march into hell
For that heavenly cause
And I know
If I'll only be true
To this glorious quest
That my heart
Will lie peaceful and calm
When I'm laid to my rest
And the world will be
better for this
That one man, scorned
and covered with scars,
Still strove with his last
ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable,
the unreachable,
The unreachable star
And I'll always dream
The impossible dream
Yes, and I'll reach
The unreachable star.
SONHO IMPOSSÍVEL
CHICO BUARQUE
COMPOSITORES: MITCH LEIGH; JOE DARION & JAMES WONG
VERSÃO: CHICO BUARQUE DE HOLANDA & RUY GUERRA
MÚSICA ORIGINAL: THE IMPOSSIBLE DREAM
PAÍS: BRASIL/U.S.A.
ÁLBUM: CHICO BUARQUE & MARIA BETHÂNIA AO VIVO
GRAVADORA: PHONOGRAM
GÊNERO: POP
ANO: 1975
Chico Buarque e Maria Bethânia ao vivo é um álbum gravado
em 1975 no show de Chico Buarque e Maria Bethânia no Canecão, na cidade do Rio
de Janeiro.
Sonhar
Mais
um sonho impossível
Lutar
Quando
é fácil ceder
Vencer
O
inimigo invencível
Negar
Quando
a regra é vender
Sofrer
A
tortura implacável
Romper
A
incabível prisão
Voar
Num
limite improvável
Tocar
O
inacessível chão
É
minha lei, é minha questão
Virar
esse mundo
Cravar
esse chão
Não
me importa saber
Se
é terrível demais
Quantas
guerras terei que vencer
Por
um pouco de paz
E
amanhã, se esse chão que eu beijei
For
meu leito e perdão
Vou
saber que valeu delirar
E
morrer de paixão
E
assim, seja lá como for
Vai
ter fim a infinita aflição
E
o mundo vai ver uma flor
Brotar
do impossível chão.
TALKING LOUD AND SAYING
NOTHING
JAMES
BROWN
SONGWRITERS:
JAMES BROWN & B OBBY BIRD
COUNTRY:
U.S.A.
ALBUM:
THERE IT IS
LABEL:
POLYDOR
GENRE:
FUNK
YEAR:
1972
"Talkin' Loud and Sayin' Nothing" é uma canção funk
escrita por James Brown e Bobby Byrd. Gravada em 1970 por Brown e pelos membros
originais dos The J.B.'s com Byrd nos backing vocals, foi lançada como single de
duas partes em 1972. Alcançou o número um na parada americana Hot Soul Singles e
número vinte e dois na parada Billboard Hot 100 durante a primavera daquele
ano. Também aparece no álbum There It Is. O crítico Robert Christgau a chama de
"a mais infecciosa das canções socialmente conscientes de Brown".
De acordo com Brown, "Talkin' Loud and Sayin'
Nothing" foi "dirigida aos políticos que estavam falando besteira,
mas não tinham conhecimento de como era a vida de muitas pessoas nos Estados
Unidos", bem como "alguns caras com suas filosofias... que estavam
dizendo às pessoas um coisa e manipulando suas emoções para o ganho
pessoal." O biógrafo RJ Smith a descreve como "uma crítica aberta aos
auto-nominados árbitros da justiça social" que atacaram Brown por suas
posições políticas frequentemente heterodoxas.
No meio da canção Brown ordena que todos os membros da
banda parem de tocar enquanto ele e Byrd mantém o ritmo usando suas próprias
vozes - um dos primeiros exemplos de um breakdown.
Like a dull knife just ain't cuttin'
We're just talkin' a lot and sayin' nothing
Just sayin' nothing, just sayin' nothing
You can't tell me how to run my life down
You can't tell me how to keep my fitness sound
You can't tell me what I'm doin' wrong
When you keep jivin' and keep on singin' that same old funny song
You can't tell me which way to go
'Cause I'm six and seven and then some more
You can't tell me, hey
Like a dull knife that just ain't cuttin'
We're just talkin' a lot and sayin' nothing
Just sayin' nothing, what, sayin' nothing
Don't tell me how to do my thing
When you can't, can't do your own
Don't tell me how to feed my boy
When, when you know I'm grown
You can't use me like a woman when she throw away her dress
And you can't tell me how to use my mess
You're like a dull old knife that just ain't cuttin'
You're just talkin' a lot and sayin' nothing
Just sayin' nothing, and sayin' nothing
Shape up your bag, don't worry about mine
My thing is together and doin' fine
Good luck to you, just allow that I'm wrong
Just keep on singin' that same old funny song
Then just keep singin' that same old funny song...
I got ya, I want ya, I musta, I gotta
Isn't anxious and dust to dust
I musta, I keep on a, I'm feeling a
I need ya, I say I will
The point is too darn clear
I said I need ya, you're only, you're only
I said, you're only, you're only, you're only
You can't tell me how to run my life down
And you can't tell me how to keep my fitness sound
And you can't tell me what I'm doing wrong
When you keep dialing and sing that same old funny song
Like a dull knife that just can't cut
Just talkin' a lot and sayin' nothing
Just sayin' nothing, just sayin' nothing...
Wait a minute
Shape up your bag, don't worry about mine
My thing is together and doin' fine
Good luck to you over there
There's a lot of wrong
Just keep on singin', just keep on singin'
Just keep on singin', keep on singin'...
That same old funny song, that same old funny song...
Just keep on singin', keep on singin'...
Bobby, we're groovin' so great here
I want the engineer to let the tape keep runnin'
We're gonna do something funny right here
We're gonna stop real quick and rap a little
'Cause then we're gonna keep it goin'
Wait a minute, stop fellas, cool
I say keep on singin', keep on singin'
Keep on singin', keep on singin'...
Yeah, good God, Charlie
Huh, you can't tell me what I'm doing wrong
When you can't, can't do your own
You can't tell me how to feel, boy
What, when you're doin' wrong
When you know I'm grown
You can't tell me how to run my mess
You can't tell me, you can't tell me...
You just can't use me like a woman throw away her dress
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