JINGLE BELLS
SEBASTIAN BLEDEA
SONGWRITER: JAMES PIERPONT
COUNTRY: U.S.A.
ALBUM: JINGLE BELLS ORIGINAL SONG
LABEL: UNKNOWN RECORD
GENRE: CHRISTMAS SONG
YEAR: 2011

Christmas music comprises a variety of genres of music normally performed or heard around the Christmas season. Music associated with Christmas may be purely instrumental, or in the case of many carols or songs may employ lyrics whose subject matter ranges from the nativity of Jesus Christ, to gift-giving and merrymaking, to cultural figures such as Santa Claus, among other topics. Performances of Christmas music at public concerts, in churches, at shopping malls, on city streets, and in private gatherings is an integral staple of the Christmas holiday in many cultures across the world.
Music associated with Christmas is thought to have its origins in 4th century Rome, in Latin hymns such as Veni redemptor gentium. By the 13th century, under the influence of Francis of Assisi, the tradition of popular Christmas songs in regional native languages developed. Christmas carols in the English language first appear in a 1426 work of John Awdlay, an English chaplain, who lists twenty five "caroles of Cristemas", probably sung by groups of 'wassailers' who would travel from house to house. In the 16th century, various Christmas carols still sung to this day, including "The 12 Days of Christmas", "God Rest You Merry, Gentlemen", and "O Christmas Tree", first emerged.
Dashing through the snow
On a one-horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go
Laughing all the way
Bells on bob-tail ring making our spirits bright
What fun it is to ride and sing
A sleighing song tonight

Oh, Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way
Oh,What fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh.

A day or two ago,i thought i'd take a ride
And soon miss fanny bright,
Was seated by my side
The horse was lean and lank
Misfortune seemed his lot
He got into drifted bank
And we,we got up sot.
Oh, Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way
Oh,What fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh.

Now the ground is white
Go it while your young
Take the girls tonight
And sing this sleighing song!
Just get a bob-tailed bay
Two-fourty for his speed
Hitch him to an open sleigh and crack
You'll take the lead.
Oh, Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way
Oh,What fun it is to ride

In a one-horse open sleigh.
SANTA CLAUS IS COMING TO TOWN
ANDREA BOCELLI
SONGWRITERS: HAVEN GILLESPIE & J. FRED COOTS 
COUNTRY: ITALY
ALBUM: MY CHRISTMAS
LABEL: VERVE
GENRE: CHRISTMAS SONG
YEAR: 2009

2009 holiday release, the first Christmas album from the superstar vocalist. Includes duets with Reba McEntire, Natalie Cole, Mary J. Blige and The Muppets. Millions will rejoice this holiday season with the much-anticipated release of Andrea Bocelli's, My Christmas. The album is a heart-warming collection of songs destined to become a holiday classic for years to come. Produced by the legendary Grammy-Award winner David Foster, the CD features the singer's unmistakable soaring vocals alongside duets with his special guests.
From the Artist: "I have long dreamed of recording a holiday album that captures the beautiful traditions of the holiday season. Every year these songs have brought incredible joy to my family and I, and it is my hope to give back that same joy by making this album," commented Bocelli.
"The time comes for every singer to record a Christmas album. That's probably because Christmas is the most beautiful holiday of the year", says Andrea.
"Recording a Christmas album means recording good music; music that gives joy, and instils a sense of peace," says Andrea Bocelli.
From `I believe', which the tenor performed before the visibly moved Pope John Paul II, to `Adeste Fideles', the CD is an unmissable collection of songs each of us have sung at least once, carefully selected by Bocelli, who has been working on this project for a couple of years. Song after song, the CD constitutes the sound track of Christmas throughout the world, free of cheap adulation and commercial cunning. `My Christmas' is Christmas as it was sung by our forefathers, with the same atmosphere of peaceful serenity and pleasant expectation, seeking closeness with our loved ones and a relaxed escape from the horrors of the world. Particular merit certainly goes to those who prepared the scores, remaining faithful where possible to the original, and to David Foster, one of the most famous producers of our day, and the only one to have worked with all the greatest pop artists, from Celine Dion to Michael Jackson. In "My Christmas", Foster has arranged a number of traditional carols, such as "Angels we have heard on high" and `What child is this", with unique ability and a remarkable lightness of touch, adapting each track so as to render them almost a first edition. That Foster, he always manages to surprise us. Working alongside him, the great maestro Renato Serio also arranged two traditional carols deep-rooted in our hearts: `Adeste fideles'.
You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout
Cuz i'm tellin' you why
Santa claus is coming to town

You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout
I'm tellin' you why
Santa claus is coming to town

He's making a list (making a list)
And checkin it twice (checkin it twice)
He's gonna find out whos naughty or nice
Santa claus is coming to town

He sees you when you’re sleepin'
He knows when your awake
He knows if you been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake

You better watch out (you better watch out)
You better not cry (you better not cry)
You better not pout
I'm tellin' you why
Santa claus is coming to town

He sees you when you’re sleepin'
He knows when your awake
He knows if you been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake

(you better watch out)
You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout
I'm tellin' you why
Santa claus is coming to town

Santa claus is coming to town

Santa claus is coming to...

He sees you when you’re sleepin'
He knows when your awake
He knows if you been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake

(santa claus is coming to town)
You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout
I'm tellin' you why

Santa claus is coming...
(he's coming?)
Santa claus is coming...
(he's coming?)

Santa claus is coming to town.
MÁS DE CIEN MENTIRAS
JOAQUIN SABINA
COMPOSITOR: JOAQUIN SABINA
PAIS: ESPAÑA
ALBUM: ESTA BOCA ES MÍA
DISCOGRÁFICA: GREEN ALBUMS
GÉNERO: MUSICAL
AÑO: 1994

Más de cien mentiras es un musical basado en las canciones del cantautor español Joaquín Sabina. La obra, que toma su nombre de la canción homónima del cantautor del álbum Esta boca es mía, narra la historia de 'el Tuli', un delincuente que, tras tres años en prisión, sale con la intención de vengarse de Fernando Villegas, quien provocó su encarcelamiento y acabó con la vida de su amigo Samuel. Se estrenó El 6 de octubre de 2011 en el Teatro Rialto de Madrid (España). Está protagonizado por Juan Pablo Di Pace, Álex Barahona y Guadalupe Lancho y dirigido por David Serrano, que además es el guionista principal y forma parte de la dirección musical de la obra, junto a Pancho Varona, José María Cámara, Daniel García y el propio Joaquín Sabina.
Más de cien mentiras es una historia de venganza que gira alrededor de cuatro personajes: Juan (Juan Pablo Di Pace), Tuli (Álex Barahona), Samuel (Víctor Massán) y Magdalena (Guadalupe Lancho). En el pasado, los tres primeros estuvieron involucrados en un atraco que salió mal y que tuvo consecuencias distintas para cada uno de ellos: Juan consiguió huir de la policía, mientras que Tuli acabó en la cárcel (en parte por culpa de Juan) y Samuel muerto tras comenzar a disparar a la policía y ser abatido por los disparos de respuesta de estos.
Tres años después, 'El Tuli' sale de la cárcel con la obsesión de vengarse de Fernando Villegas (Felipe García Vélez), un mafioso tío de Juan y cerebro del atraco. Para ello, busca a Juan, Magdalena y 'Manitas' (Diego París), un antiguo boxeador y amigo común de los tres, en El Darling's, el bar de Juan donde se reúnen las prostitutas del barrio y que Villegas utiliza para blanquear dinero. La idea de 'el Tuli' es vengar la muerte de Samuel y que los tres se hagan millonarios.
Magdalena, hermana de Samuel, novia de Juan y exprostituta, tiene un plan para estafar a Villegas, al que 'el Tuli' accede de buen grado, mientras que Juan es reticente. El plan consiste en fingir que un cliente habitual del local ha conseguido una importante suma de dinero jugando a la lotería. Dado que una de las actividades de la organización de Villegas es el blanqueo de dinero, esperan que estos les ofrezcan dinero a cambio del billete premiado, que ellos falsifican. Para lograr su objetivo, Magdalena se acuesta con Ocaña (Juan Carlos Martín), lugarteniente del mafioso y que está locamente enamorado de ella.
Tenemos memoria, tenemos amigos,
tenemos los trenes, la risa, los bares,
tenemos la duda y la fe, sumo y sigo,
tenemos moteles, garitos, alteres.

Tenemos urgencias, amores que matan,
tenemos silencio, tabaco, razones,
tenemos Venecia, tenemos Manhattan,
tenemos cenizas de revoluciones.

Tenemos zapatos, orgullo, presente,
tenemos costumbres, pudores, jadeos,
tenemos la boca, tenemos los dientes,
saliva, cinismo, locura, deseo.

Tenemos el sexo y el rock y la droga,
los pies en el barrio, y el grito en el cielo,
tenemos Quintero, León y Quiroga,
y un bisnes pendiente con Pedro Botero.

Más de cien palabras, más de cien motivos
para no cortarse de un tajo las venas,
más de cien pupilas donde vernos vivos,
más de cien mentiras que valen la pena.

Tenemos un as escondido en la manga,
tenemos nostalgia, piedad, insolencia,
monjas de Fellini, curas de Berlanga,
veneno, resaca, perfume, violencia.

Tenemos un techo con libros y besos,
tenemos el morbo, los celos, la sangre,
tenemos la niebla metida en los huesos,
tenemos el lujo de no tener hambre.

Tenemos talones de Aquiles sin fondos,
ropa de domingo, ninguna bandera,
nubes de verano, guerras de Macondo,
setas en noviembre, fiebre de primavera.

Glorietas, revistas, zaguanes, pistolas,
que importa, lo siento, hastasiempre, te quiero,
hinchas del atleti, gángsters de Coppola,
verónica y cuarto de Curro Romero.

(Estribillo)

Tenemos el mal de la melancolía,
la sed y la rabia, el ruido y las nueces,
tenemos el agua y, dos veces al día,
el santo milagro del pan y los peces.

Tenemos lolitas, tenemos donjuanes;
Lennon y McCartney, Gardel y LePera;
tenemos horóscopos, Biblias, Coranes,
ramblas en la luna, vírgenes de cera.

Tenemos naufragios soñados en playas
de islotes son nombre ni ley ni rutina,
tenemos heridas, tenemos medallas,
laureles de gloria, coronas de espinas.

(Estribillo)

Tenemos caprichos, muñecas hinchables,
ángeles caídos, barquitos de vela,
pobre exquisitos, ricos miserables,
ratoncitos Pérez, dolores de muelas.

Tenemos proyectos que se marchitaron,
crímenes perfectos que no cometimos,
retratos de novias que nos olvidaron,
y un alma en oferta que nunca vendimos.

Tenemos poetas, colgados, canallas,
Quijotes y Sanchos, Babel y Sodoma,
abuelos que siempre ganaban batallas,
caminos que nunca llevaban a Roma.

(Estribillo).
SEMPRE NÃO É TODO O DIA
OSWALDO MONTENEGRO
COMPOSITOR: OSWALDO MONTENEGRO & MONGOL
PAÍS: BRASIL
ALBUM: AO VIVO
GRAVADORA: W. E. A.
GÊNERO: M.P.B.
ANO: 1997

Oswaldo Viveiros Montenegro (Rio de Janeiro, 15 de março de 1956) é um músico brasileiro. Além de cantor, compõe trilhas sonoras para peças teatrais, balés, cinema e televisão. Foi casado com a atriz Paloma Duarte. Tem uma das parcerias mais sólidas da MPB ao lado de Madalena Salles, que o acompanha com suas flautas.
Eu hoje acordei tão só
Mais só do que eu merecia
Olhei pro meu espelho e ah....
Gritei o que eu mais queria
Na fresta da minha janela
Raiou, vazou a luz do dia
Entrou sem me pedir licença
Querendo me servir de guia

Na fresta da minha janela
Raiou, vazou a luz do dia
Entrou sem me pedir licença
Querendo me servir de guia

Eu que já sabia tudo
Das rotas da astrologia
Dancei e a cabeça tonta
O meu reinado não previa
Olhei pro meu espelho e ah....
Meu grito não me convencia
Princesa eu sei que sou pra sempre
Mas sempre não é todo dia

Olhei pro meu espelho e ah....
Meu grito não me convencia
Princesa eu sei que sou pra sempre
Mas sempre não é todo dia

Botei o meu nariz a postos
Pro faro e pro que vicia
Senti teu cheiro na semente
Que a manhã me oferecia
Eu hoje acordei tão só
Mais só do que eu merecia
Eu acho que será pra sempre
Mas sempre não é todo dia

Eu hoje acordei tão só
Mais só do que eu merecia
Eu acho que será pra sempre

Mas sempre não é todo dia