Josh Rouse - Flight Attendant

 

When I was
A little baby
A mamma's boy
No one could save me
From those kids at school
They would bully
They would tease
They would taunt me
Haunt me
"You're such a pretty boy"
"You're such a pretty boy"
"You're such a pretty boy"
"You're such a pretty boy"
Fear
I grew up so scared
The bible belt
Redneck lifestyle
One day i'll fly free
In the airplanes
"Where's my seat?
Where's my champagne?"
Champange
I'm such a pretty boy
I'm such a pretty boy
I'm such a pretty boy
I'm such a pretty boy
Heaven knows the lengths I'd go to please them every day
They don't even notice when i'm
Down
Such a pretty boy
Such a pretty boy
Such a pretty boy
I'm such a pretty boy
Hotels were closed
And the airport was clean
I was stranded alone
In my southwest dream
Hotels were closed
And the airport was clean
I was stranded alone
In my southwest dream

Osibisa - The Coffee Song

 

Way down among the Brazillians
Coffee beans grow by the billions
So they've got to find those extra cups to fill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil

You date a girl and find out later
She smells like a perculator
Her perfume was made right on the grill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil

refrein:
No tea (No tea)
Or tomato juice (Or tomato juice)
You'll see (You'll see)
No potato juice (No potato juice)
All the farmers in Africa say: "Hey, hey!"

A politician's daughter
Was accused of drinking water
And was fineda great big fifty dollar bill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil

refrein2:
A whole lot of coffee
In Brazil

Oh yeah, yeah

They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil

refrein

But when they have a ex-lead say the coffee
Can't you push that flavour
Coffee that goes way out Sorafil
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil

refrein2

They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil
Owowowowowo

They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil
Yeah, yeah, yeah

They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil
In Brazil

They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil
Whole lot of coffee

They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil
Owowowowowooo
Yeah, yeah, yeah

King Crimson - Islands

 

Earth, stream and tree encircled by sea
Waves sweep the sand from my island.
My sunsets fade.
Field and glade wait only for rain
Grain after grain love erodes my
High weathered walls which fend off the tide
Cradle the wind
to my island.

Gaunt granite climbs where gulls wheel and glide
Mournfully glide o'er my island.
My dawn bride's veil, damp and pale,
Dissolves in the sun.
Love's web is spun - cats prowl, mice run
Wreathe snatch-hand briars where owls know my eyes
Violet skies
Touch my island,
Touch me.

Beneath the wind turned wave
Infinite peace
Islands join hands
'Neathe heaven's sea.

Dark harbour quays like fingers of stone
Hungrily reach from my island.
Clutch sailor's words - pearls and gourds
Are strewn on my shore.
Equal in love, bound in circles.
Earth, stream and tree return to the sea
Waves sweep sand from my island,
from me.

Urszula Dudziak & Bobby McFerrin - Tico Tico

 

JJ 1985 - ech - coz za radosna zabawa wokalem.

Richard Bona - Redemption Song