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Nina Simone - Funkier Than A Mosquito's Tweeter

You're nothing but a dirty, dirty old man
You do your thinking with a one track mind
Keep talkin' about heaven glory but
On your face is a different story
Clean up your rap your story's getting dusty
Wash out your mouth
Your lies are getting rusty
Can't believe nothing you say
'Cause I'm around and I see what you do
You know you're funkIER THAN a mosquito's tweeter
You gotta mouth like a herd of boll weevils
Same old game, same old thing
You never changed
Always rappin 'bout the same old thing

I got something to tell ya
I got something to tell you baby
But you ain't hip to baby
Blowin' minds is a thing of the past
You blew your chance that's why you never last
You want to be a graduate mother
But in reality just another brother
You think you slick but could
Stand a lot of greasing
The things you do ain't never really pleasin'
Can't believe nothin' you say
'Cause I'm around and I see what you do
You know you funkIER THAN a mosquito's tweeter
You got a mouth like a herd of boll weevils
Same old game, same old thing
A...lways rappin 'bout the same old thing
You beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful, beautiful

You put yourself upon a big stool
Nothin' worse than an educated fool
Talkin' sex is your favorite conversation
But peace and love is a famous generation
What's in your head has really started showing
Your conversation gettin' kinda boring
Can't believe nothin' you say
'Cause I'm around and I see what you do
You know you funkIER THAN a mosquito's tweeter
You got a mouth like a herd of boll weevils
Same old game, same old game
Same old thing you never change
Same old game, same old thing
Always rappin' 'bout the same old thing

Funkier Than A Mosquito's Tweeter by Nina Simone  
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Filed under: jazz vocal jazz

Jim Tomlinson & Stacey Kent - Cockeyed Optimist

When the skies are brighter canary yellow
I forget ev'ry cloud I've ever seen,
So they called me a cockeyed optimist
Immature and incurably green.

I have heard people rant and rave and bellow
That we're done and we might as well be dead,
But I'm only a cockeyed optimist
And I can't get it into my head.

I hear the human race
Is fallin' on its face
And hasn't very far to go,
But ev'ry whippoorwill
Is sellin' me a bill,
And tellin' me it just ain't so.

I could say life is just a bowl of Jello
And appear more intelligent and smart,
But I'm stuck like a dope
With a thing called hope,
And I can't get it out of my heart!
Not this heart...

Cockeyed Optimist by Jim Tomlinson  
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Filed under: jazz vocal jazz

Dianne Reeves - There'll Be Another Spring

И этот блог тоже заново.

Песня года. Одна из самых приятных вещей, чему я научился за этот год - понимать то, что поют в англоязычных песнях. Так сильно восприятие меняется...

There'll Be Another Spring by Dianne Reeves  
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Don't cry, there'll be another spring
I know our hearts will dance again
And sing again, so wait for me till then

Be glad the bird is on the wing
Another time to love
And laugh with me, just wait and see

I love you now
And I'll love you forever
Oh don't be sad
We'll surely be together

For the sky is bluer overhead
If you will just believe in me
There'll be another spring

Filed under: jazz vocal jazz
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