should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? should auld
acquaintance be forgot, and auld lang syne! Chorus-for auld lang syne, my
dear, for auld lang syne, we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, for auld
lang syne.
And surely ye'1l be your pint stowp! and surely i'll be
mine! and we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, for auld lang syne. for
auld, &c. We twa hae run about the braes, and pou'd the gowans
fine; but we've wander'd mony a weary fit sin' auld lang syne. for
auld, &c. We twa hae paidl'd in the burn, frae morning sun till
dine; but seas between us braid hae roar'd sin' auld lang syne. for
auld, &c. And there's a hand, my trusty fere! and gie's a hand o'
thine! and we'll tak' a right gude-willie waught, for auld lang
syne. for auld, &c.
Esta canción la cantabamos todas las noches al irnos a la cama, en el campamento al que nos mandaban en verano, en Villefranche de Rouergue, Francia, con otra letra en francés que tenía que ver con nuestra vida allí. Y he creido que para despedir el año era la adecuada. ¡¡Feliz Año Nuevo!!
Con permiso via a dentrar aunque no soy convidao, pero
en mi pago, un asao no es de naides y es de todos. Yo via cantar a mi
modo después que haiga churrasquiao.
No tengo Dios pa
pedir cuartiada en esta ocasión, ni puedo pedir perdón si entuavía no
hei faltao; veré cuando haiga acabao; pero ésa es otra cuestión.
Yo
sé que muchos dirán que peco de atrevimiento si largo mi
pensamiento pal rumbo que ya elegí, pero siempre hei sido
ansi; galopiador contra el viento.
Eso lo llevo en la sangre dende
mi tatarabuelo. Gente de pata en el suelo fueron mis
antepasaos; criollos de cuatro provincias y con indios
misturaos.
Mi agüelo fue carretero, mi tata fue domador; nunca se
buscó dotor pues se curaban con yuyos, o escuchando los murmullos de un
estilo de mi flor.
Como buen rancho paisano nunca faltó una
encordada, de ésas que parecen nada pero que son sonadoras. Según el
canto y la hora quedaba el alma sobada.
Mi tata era sabedor por lo
mucho que ha rodao. Y después que había cantao destemplaba cuarta y
prima, y le echaba un poncho encima "pa que no hable
demasiado..."
La sangre tiene razones que hacen engordar las
venas. Pena sobre pena y pena hacen que uno pegue el grito. La arena es
un puñadito pero hay montañas de arena
No sé si mi canto es lindo o
si saldrá medio triste; nunca fui zorzal, ni existe plumaje más
ordinario. Yo soy pájaro corsario que no conoce alpiste.
Vuelo
porque no me arrastro, que el arrastrarse es la ruina; anido en árbol de
espina lo mesmo que en cordilleras sin escuchar las zonceras del que
vuela a lo gallina.
No me arrimo así nomás a los jardines
floridos. Sin querer vivo alvertido pa' no pisar el palito. Hay pájaros
que solitos se entrampan por presumidos.
Aunque mucho he
padecido no me engrilla la prudencia. Es una falsa experiencia vivir
temblándole a todo. Cada cual tiene su modo; la rebelión es mi
cencia.
Pobre nací y pobre vivo por eso soy delicao. Estoy con los
de mi lao cinchando tuitos parejos pa' hacer nuevo lo que es viejo y
verlo al mundo cambiao.
Yo soy de los del montón, no soy flor de
invernadero. Soy como el trébol pampero, crezco sin hacer barullo. Me
apreto contra los yuyos y así lo aguanto al pampero.
Acostumbrao a las
sierras yo nunca me sé marear, y si me siento alabar me voy yendo
despacito. Pero aquel que es compadrito paga pa' hacerse
nombrar.
Si alguien me dice señor, agradezco el homenaje; mas, soy
gaucho entre gauchaje y soy nada entre los sabios. Y son pa' mi los
agravios que le hagan al paisanaje.
La vanidá es yuyo malo que
envenena toda la huerta. Es preciso estar alerta manejando el
azadón, pero no falta el varón que la riegue hasta en su puerta.
El
trabajo es cosa buena, es lo mejor da la vida; pero la vida es
perdida trabajando en campo ajeno. Unos trabajan de trueno y es para
otros la llovida.
Trabajé en una cantera de piedritas de
afilar. Cuarenta sabían pagar por cada piedra polida, y era a seis
pesos vendida en eso del negociar.
Apenas el sol salía ya estaba a
los martillazos, y entre dos a los abrazos con los tamaños piegrones, y
por esos moldejones las manos hechas pedazos.
Otra vez fui
panadero y hachero en un quebrachal; he cargao bloques de sal y también
he pelao cañas, y un puñado de otras hazañas pa' mi bien o pa' mi
mal.
Buscando de desasnarme fui pinche de escribanía; la letra
chiquita hacía pa' no malgastar sellao, y era también apretao el sueldo
que recibía.
Cansao de tantas miserias me largué pal
Tucumán. Lapacho, aliso, arrayán, y hacha con los algarrobos. ¡Por dos
cincuenta! Era robo pa' que uno tenga ese afán.
Sin estar fijo en un
lao a toda labor le hacía, y ansí sucedió que un día que andaba de
benteveo me topé con un arreo que dende Salta venía.
Me picó ganas
de andar y apalabré al capataz, y ansí, de golpe nomás el hombre me
preguntó: ¿Tiene mula? Cómo no le dije . Y hambre, de más.
A la
semana de aquello repechaba cordilleras, faldas, cuestas y
laderas siempre pal lao del poniente, bebiendo agua de virtiente y
aguantando las soleras.
Tal vez otro habrá rodao tanto como he rodao
yo, y le juro, creameló, que he visto tanta pobreza, que yo pensé con
tristeza: Dios por aquí no pasó.
Se nos despeñó una vaca causa de
la cerrazón, y nos pilló la oración cueriando y haciendo asao; dende
ese día, cuñao se me gastó mi facón.
Me sacudí las escarchas cuando
bajé de los Andes, y anduve en estancias grandes cuidando unos
parejeros; trompeta, tapa y sombrero, pero pa' los peones, de
ande.
La peonada, al descampao, el patrón, en Güenos
Aires. Nosotros, el cuello al aire con las caronas mojadas, y la
hacienda de invernada más relumbrosa que un fraile.
El estanciero
tenía también sus cañaverales, y en los tiempos otoñales juntábamos los
andrajos, y no íbamos p'abajo dejando los pedregales.
Allí nos
amontonaban en lote con otros criollos, cada cual buscaba un hoyo ande
quinchar su guarida, y pasábamos la vida rigoriaos y sin
apoyo.
Faltar, no faltaba nada: vino, café y alpargatas. Si habré
revoliao las patas en gatos y chacareras. Recién la cosa era fiera al
ir a cobrar las latas.
¡Qué vida más despareja! Todo es ruindad y
patraña; Pelar caña es hazaña del que nació pal rigor. Allí había un
solo dulzor y estaba adentro e'la caña.
Era un consuelo pal
pobre andar jediendo a vinacho. Hombres grandes y muchachos como
malditos en vida, esclavos de la bebida se lo pasaban
borrachos.
¡Tristes domingos del surco los que yo he visto y
vivido! Desparramaos y dormidos en la arena amanecían, a lo mejor
soñarían con la muerte o el olvido...
Riojanos y
santiagüeños, salteños y tucumanos, con el machete en la mano volteaban
cañas maduras, pasando sus amarguras y aguantando como
hermanos.
¡Rancho techao con maloja, vivienda del peleador! En
medio de ese rigor no faltaba una vihuela, con que el pobre se
consuela cantando coplas de amor.
Yo también, que desde
chango unido al canto crecí, más de un barato pedí y pa'los piones
cantaba. ¡Lo que a ellos les pasaba también me pasaba a mí!
Cuando
yo aprendí a cantar armaba con pocos rollos. Y en la orilla de un
arroyo bajo las ramas de un sauce, crecí mirando en el cauce mis sueños
de pobre criollo.
Cuando sentí una alegría; cuando el dolor me
golpió; cuando una duda mordió mi corazón de paisano, desde el fondo de
los llanos vino un canto y me curó...
En esos tiempos pasaban cosas
que ya no pasan. Cada cual tenía un cantar o copla de
anochecida. Formas de curar la herida que sangra en el
trajinar.
Algunos cantaban bien. Otros, pobres, más o menos... Mas
no eran cantos ajenos, aunque marca no tenían. Y todos se
entretenían guitarreando hasta el desvelo.
Por ahí se allegaba un
maistro, de esos puebleros letraos; juntaba tropa y versiaos que iban
después a un libraco, y el hombre forraba el saco con lo que otros han
pensao.
Los peones formaban versos con sus antiguos
dolores. Después vienen los señores con un cuaderno en la mano, copian
el canto paisano y presumen de escritores.
El criollo cuida su
flete, su guitarra y su mujer; siente que enfrenta un deber cada vez
que da la mano; y aunque pa'todo es baquiano sólo el canto ha de
perder.
¡Coplas que lo acompañaron en las quebradas
desiertas, aromas de flores muertas y de patriadas vividas, fueron la
luz encendida para sus noches despiertas!...
Se aflije si se le
pierde un bozal, un maneador, pero no siente furor si al escucharle una
trova, viene un pueblero y le roba su mejor canto de amor.
De
seguro, si uno piensa, le halla el nudo a la madeja, porque la copla más
vieja, como la raíz de la vida, tiene el alma por guarida, que es ande
anidan las quejas.
Por eso el hombre al cantar con emoción
verdadera, echa su pena p'ajuera pa que la lleven los vientos, y ansí,
siquiera un momento se alivia su embichadera.
No es que no ame a su
trova ni que desprecie su canto. Es como cuando un quebranto en la
noche de los llanos hace aflojar al paisano y el viento le lleva el
llanto.
En asuntos del cantar, la vida nos va enseñando que sólo se
va volando la copla que es livianita. Siempre caza palomitas cualquiera
que anda cazando...
Pero si el canto es protesta contra la ley del
patrón, se arrastra de peón a peón en un profundo murmuyo, y marcha al
ras de los yuyos como chasque en un malón.
Se pueden perder mil
trovas ande se canten quereres, versos de dichas, placeres, carreras y
diversiones; suspiros de corazones y líricos padeceres.
Pero si la
copla cuenta del paisanaje la historia, ande el peón vueltea la
noria de las miserias sufridas, ésa, se queda prendida como abrojo en
la memoria!
Lo que nos hizo dichosos tal vez se pueda olvidar; los
años en su pasar mudarán los pensamientos. Pero angustias y
tormentos son marcas que han de durar...
Estas cosas que yo
pienso no salen por ocurrencia. Para formar mi esperencia yo masco
antes de tragar. Ha sido largo el rodar de ande saqué la
alvertencia.
Si uno pulsa la guitarra pa cantar coplas de amor, de
potros, de domador, de la sierra y las estrellas, dicen : ¡Qué cosa más
bella! ¡Si canta que es un primor!
Pero si uno, como Fierro, por
ahíi se larga opinando, el pobre se va acercando con las orejas
alertas, y el rico vicha la puerta y se aleja reculando.
Debe
trazar bien su melga quien se tenga por cantor, porque sólo el
impostor se acomoda en toda huella. Que elija una sola estrella quien
quiera ser sembrador...
En el trance de elegir que mire el hombre
p'adentro, ande se hacen los encuentros de pensares y sentires. Después
que tire ande tire, con la concencia por centro.
Hay diferentes
montones, unos grandes, y otros chicos. Si va pal montón del rico el
pobre que piensa poco, detrás de los equivocos se vienen los
perjudicos.
Yo vengo de muy abajo, y muy arriba no estoy. Al pobre
mi canto doy y así lo paso contento, porque estoy en mi elemento y ahí
valgo por lo que soy.
Si alguna vuelta he cantao ante panzudos
patrones, he picaneao las razones profundas del pobrerío. Yo no
traiciono a los míos por palmas ni patacones.
Aunque canto en todo
rumbo tengo un rumbo preferido. Siempre canté estremecido las penas del
paisanaje, la explotación y el ultraje de mis hermanos queridos.
Pa
que cambiaran las cosas busqué rumbo y me perdí; al tiempo, cuenta me
dí y agarré por buen camino. ¡Antes que nada, argentino; y a mi bandera
seguí...!
Yo soy del norte y del sur, del llano y del litoral; y
naide lo tome a mal si hay mil gramos en el kilo. Ande quiera estoy
tranquillo pero ensillao, soy bagual.
El cantor debe ser libre pa
desarrollar su cencia. Sin buscar la convenencia ni alistarse con
padrinos. De esos oscuros caminos yo ya tengo la experiencia.
Yo
canto, por ser antiguos cantos que ya son eternos; y hasta parecen
modernos por lo que en ellos vichamos. Con el canto nos tapamos para
entibiar los inviernos...
Y no canto a los tiranos ni por orden del
patrón. El pillo y el trapalón que se arreglen por su lado con
payadores comprados y cantores de salón.
Por la fuerza de mi
canto conozco celda y penal. Con fiereza sin igual más de una vez fui
golpiao, y al calabozo tirao como tarro al basural.
Se puede matar
a un hombre. Pueden su rostro manchar, su guitarra chamuscar. ¡Pero el
ideal de la vida, esa es leñita prendida que naide ha de
apagar!
Los malos se van alzando todo lo que hallan por ahí; como
granitos de maíz siembran los peores ejemplos, y se viene bajo el
templo de la decencia del país.
Detrás del ruido del oro van los
maulas como hacienda; no hay flojo que no se venda por una sucia
moneda; mas, siempre en mi tierra queda gauchaje que la
defienda.
Cantor que cante a los pobres ni muerto se ha de
callar. Pues ande vaya a parar el canto de ese cristiano, no ha de
faltar el paisano que lo haga resucitar.
El estanciero presume de
gauchismo y arrogancia. El cree que es extravagancia que su peón viva
mejor. Mas, no sabe ese señor que por su peón tiene estancia.
Aquel
que tenga sus reales hace muy bien en cuidarlos; pero si quiere
aumentarlos que a la ley no se haga el sordo. Que en todo puchero
gordo los choclos se vuelven marlos.
Una vuelta, sin
trabajo, andaba por Tucumán, y en una fonda, ande van cantores de
madrugada, me acerqué pa la payada que siempre ha sido mi
afán.
Aunque extrañando la monta me le apilé a un instrumento. Y al
cabo de algún momento le di puerta a una baguala, con una coplita
rala de esas que llevan los vientos.
Tal vez fuera la
guitarra. ¡Tan lindo como sonaba! Mi corazón remontaba tristezas de los
caminos, y lo maldije al destino que tantas penas me daba.
Un
hombre se me acercó y me dijo : ¿Qué hace acá? Viaje pa la gran
ciudad que allí lo van a entender; áhi tendrá fama, placer y plata pa
regalar.
¡Para qué lo habré escuchao! ¡Si era la voz del
mandinga! Buenos Aires, ciudá gringa, me tuvo muy apretao. Tuitos se me
hacían a un lao como cuerpo a la jeringa.
Y eso que no vine
pobre pues traiba alpargatas nuevas. Las viejas pa cuando llueva en la
alforja las metí; un pantalón color gris y un saco tirando a
leva.
Saltando de radio en radio anduve, figuresé. Cuatro meses me
pasé en partidas malogradas; naide aseguraba nada, y sin plata me
quedé.
Vendí mis lindas alforjas. Mi guitarra, ¡la vendi! En mi
pobreza, ay de mí, me hubiera gustao guardala. ¡Tanto me ha costao
comprarla Pero, en fin todo perdí!
¡Vihuela, dónde andarás, qué
manos te están tocando. Noches enteras pensando siquiera como
consuelo, que sea un canto de este suelo lo que te están
arrancando...!
Cuando el máiz está en barbecho luce un color
brillantón; las hebras, como un nailón presumen con sus lindezas. Pero
agachan la cabeza si las agarra el carbón.
Igual me pasaba a mí en
aquellos tiempos idos; joven, fuerte, presumido, y cuando se acabó el
queso, volví en un triste regreso poblada l'alma de olvidos.
Cosas
de la juventud... ¡Malhaya, dónde andarás! Aura que estoy bataraz de
tanto cambiar el pelo, recuerdo aquellos develos pero no miro
p'atras.
Me volví pal Tucumán nuevamente a padecer. Y en eso de
andar y ver se pasarán muchos años entre penas, desengaños, esperanzas
y placer.
Mas, no jué tiempo perdido, asegún lo ví después. Porque
supe bien como es la vida de los paisanos. De todos me sentí
hermano, del derecho y del revés.
Siempre recuerdo los tiempos en
que guapiando pasé, los cerros que atravesé buscando lo que no
hallaba, y hasta a veces me quedaba por esos campos de a pie.
La
vida me fué enseñando lo que vale una guitarra; por ella anduve en las
farras tal vez hecho un estropício, y casi me agarra el vicio con sus
invisibles garras.
Menos mal que llevo adentro lo que la tierra me
dio. Patria, raza o que sé yo, pero que me iba salvando, y así, seguí
caminando por los caminos de Dios.
Pero como en la payada bien
llamada contrapunto no acaba en esto el asunto sino que debe
seguir, algo mas debo decir en la cuestión de los puntos.
Yo no
consegui aclarar, y no me explico el motivo, tres puntos
consecutivos que algunos suelen usar. ¿Alguien me puede explicar estos
puntos suspensivos?
Yo
quiero luz de luna para mi noche triste para soñar divina la ilusión
que me trajiste para sentirte mía, mía tú como ninguna pues desde
que te fuiste no he tenido luz de luna pues desde que te fuiste no
he tenido luz de luna si ya no vuelves nunca provincianita mía a mi
senda querida que está triste y está fría en vez de en mi almohada
lloraré sobre mi tumba pues desde que te fuiste no he tenido luz de
luna pues desde que te fuiste no he tenido luz de luna yo siento tus
amarras como garfios, como garras que me ahogan en la playa de la
farra y el dolor y siento tus cadenas a rastras en mi noche callada
que sea plenilunada y azul como ninguna pues desde que te fuiste
no he tenido luz de luna pues desde que te fuiste no he tenido
luz de luna.
Ojala que te vaya bonito, ojala que se acaben tus penas; que te digan que yo ya no existo, que conozcas personas mas buenas; que te den lo que no pude darte, aunque yo te haya dado de todo, nunca mas volvere a molestarte; te adore, te perdi, ya ni modo.
Cuantas cosas quedaron prendidas hasta dentro del fondo de mi alma, cuantas luces dejaste encendidas yo no se como voy a apagarlas.
Ojala que mi amor no te duela y te olvides de mi para siempre, que se llenen de sangre tus venas y que la vida te vista de suerte; yo no se si tu ausencia me mate, aunque tengo mi pecho de acero; pero nadie me diga cobarde, sin saber hasta donde te quiero.
Cuantas cosas quedaron prendidas hasta dentro del fondo de mi alma, cuantas luces dejaste encendidas yo no se como voy a apagarlas.
Probablemente ya
de mi
te has olvidado.
Y mientras tanto yo,
te seguire esperando.
No me querido ir
para ver si algun dia
que tu quieras volver
me encuentres todavia.
Por eso aun estoy
en el lugar de siempre,
en la misma cuidad,
y con la misma gente,
para que tu al volver
no encuentres nada extrano
y sea como hayer
y nunca mas dejarnos.
Probablemente estoy
pidiendo demasiado.
Se me olvidaba que
ya habiamos terminado,
que nunca volveras,
que nunca me quisiste.
Se me olvido otra vez
que solo yo te quise.
I want a love that's right But right is only half of what's
wrong I want a short-haired girl Who sometimes wears it twice as
long Now I'm stepping out this old brown shoe Baby, I'm in love with
you I'm so glad you came here It won't be the same now, I'm telling
you Though you pick me up From where some try to drag me down And when
I see your smile Replaceing every thoughtless frown Got me escaping from
this zoo Baby, I'm in love with you. I'm so glad you came here It won't
be the same now when I'm with you If I grow up I'll be a singer Wearing
rings on every finger Not worrying what they or you say I'll live and love
and maybe someday Who knows, baby, you may comfort me I may appear to be
imperfect My love is something you can't reject I'm changing faster than
the weather If you and me should get together Who knows, baby, you may
comfort me I want that love of yours To miss that love is something I'd
hate I'll make an early start I'm making sure that I'm not late For you
sweet top lip I'm in the queue Baby, I'm in love with you I'm so glad you
came here It won't be the same now when I'm with you So glad you came
here It won't be the same now when I'm with you.
Turn off your mind, relax and float down stream It is not dying, it is not
dying Lay down al thoughts, surrender to the void It is shining, it is
shining That you may see the meaning of within It is speaking, it is
speaking That love is all and love is everyone It is knowing, it is
knowing When ignorance and haste may mourn the dead It is believing, it is
believing But listen to the colour of your dreams It is not living, it is
not living Or play the game existence to the end Of the beginning, of the
beginning Of the beginning, of the beginning.
Oh yeah, I'll tell you something I think you'll understand When I'll say
that something I want to hold your hand I want to hold your hand I want
to hold your hand Oh please, say to me You'll let me be your man And
please, say to me You'll let me hold your hand Now let me hold your
hand I wanna hold your hand And when I touch you I feel happy
inside It's such a feeling that my love I can't hide, I can't hide, I
can't hide Yeah, you've got that something I think you'll
understand When I'll say that something I want to hold your hand I want
to hold your hand I want to hold your hand And when I touch you I feel
happy inside It's such a feeling that my love I can't hide, I can't hide,
I can't hide Yeh, you've got that something I think you'll
understand When I'll feel that something I want to hold your hand I
want to hold your hand I want to hold your hand.
I've got a feeling, a feeling deep inside Oh yeah, Oh yeah. I've got a
feeling, a feeling I can't hide Oh no. Oh no, Oh no, Yeah I've got a
feeling. Oh please believe me, I'd hate to miss the train Oh yeah, Oh
yeah. And if you leave me I won't be late again Oh no, Oh no, Oh
no. Yeah I've got a feeling yeah. All these years I've been wandering
around, Wondering how come nobody told me All that I was looking for was
somebody Who looked like you. Ev'rybody had a hard year Ev'rybody had a
good time Ev'rybody had a wet dream, Ev'rybody saw the sunshine Oh
yeah, Oh yeah. Ev'rybody had a good year, Ev'rybody let their hair
down, Ev'rybody pulled their socks up, Ev'rybody put their foot
down. Oh yeah, Oh yeah.
Her Majesty's a pretty nice girl, but she doesn't have a lot
to say Her Majesty's a pretty nice girl but she changes from day to
day I want to tell her that I love her a lot But I gotta get a bellyful of
wine Her Majesty's a pretty nice girl Someday I'm going to make her mine,
oh yeh, someday I'm going to make her mine.
You never give me your money You only give me your funny paper and in the
middle of negotiations you break down I never give you my number I only
give you my situation and in the middle of investigation I break
down Out of college, money spent See no future, pay no rent All the
money's gone, nowhere to go Any jobber got the sack Monday morning,
turning back Yellow lorry slow, nowhere to go But oh, that magic feeling,
nowhere to go Oh, that magic feeling Nowhere to go One sweet
dream Pick up the bags and get in the limousine Soon we'll be away from
here Step on the gas and wipe that tear away One sweet dream came true
today Came true today Came true today (yes it did) One two three four
five six seven, All good children go to Heaven.
Oh! Darling, please believe me I'll never do you no harm Believe me when I
tell you I'll never do you no harm Oh! Darling, if you leave me I'll
never make it alone Believe me when I beg you Don't ever leave me
alone When you told me you didn't need me anymore Well you know I nearly
broke down and cried When you told me you didn't need me anymore Well you
know I nearly broke down and died Oh! Darling, if you leave me I'll never
make it alone Believe me when I tell you I'll never do you no harm When
you told me you didn't need me anymore Well you know I nearly broke down and
cried When you told me you didn't need me anymore Well you know I nearly
broke down and died Oh! Darling, please believe me I'll never let you
down Believe me when I tell you I'll never do you no harm.
If there's anything that you want If there's anything I can do Just call
on me and I'll send it along With love from me to you I've got everything
that you want Like a heart that is oh, so true Just call on me and I'll
send it along With love from me to you I got arms that long to hold
you And keep you by my side I got lips that long to kiss you And keep
you satisfied If there's anything that you want If there's anything I can
do Just call on me and I'll send it along With love from me to you I
got arms that long to hold you And keep you by my side I got lips that
long to kiss you And keep you satisfied, oooh If there's anything that you
want If there's anything I can do Just call on me and I'll send it
along With love from me to you.
Hey Jude, don't make it bad Take a sad song and make it better Remember to
let her into your heart Then you can start to make it better Hey Jude,
don't be afraid You were made to go out and get her The minute you let her
under your skin Then you begin to make it better And anytime you feel the
pain Hey Jude, refrain Don't carry the world upon your shoulders For
well you know that it's a fool Who plays it cool By making his world a
little colder Hey Jude, don't let me down You have found her, now go and
get her Remember to let her into your heart Then you can start to make it
better So let it out and let it in Hey Jude, begin You're waiting for
someone to perform with And don't you know that it's just you Hey Jude,
you'll do The movement you need is on your shoulder Hey Jude, don't make
it bad Take a sad song and make it better Remember to let her under your
skin Then you'll begin to make it better.
Jojo was a man who thought he was a loner But he knew it wouldn't
last. Jojo left his home in Tucson, Arizona For some California
grass. Get back, get back. Get back to where you once belonged Get
back, get back. Get back to where you once belonged. Get back Jojo. Go
home Get back, get back. Back to where you once belonged Get back, get
back. Back to where you once belonged. Get back Jo. Sweet Loretta
Martin thought she was a woman But she was another man All the girls
around her say she's got it coming But she gets it while she can Get back,
get back. Get back to where you once belonged Get back, get back. Get
back to where you once belonged. Get back Loretta. Go home Get back, get
back. Get back to where you once belonged Get back, get back. Get back
to where you once belonged. Get back Loretta Your mother's waiting for
you Wearing her high-heel shoes And her low-neck sweater Get on home
Loretta Get back, get back. Get back to where you once belonged.
When I find myself in times of trouble Mother Mary comes to
me Speaking words of wisdom, let it be. And in my hour of darkness She
is standing right in front of me Speaking words of wisdom, let it be. Let
it be, let it be. Whisper words of wisdom, let it be. And when the broken
hearted people Living in the world agree, There will be an answer, let it
be. For though they may be parted there is Still a chance that they will
see There will be an answer, let it be. Let it be, let it be.
Yeah There will be an answer, let it be. And when the night is
cloudy, There is still a light that shines on me, Shine on until tomorrow,
let it be. I wake up to the sound of music Mother Mary comes to
me Speaking words of wisdom, let it be. Let it be, let it be. There
will be an answer, let it be. Let it be, let it be, Whisper words of
wisdom, let it be.
Something in the way she moves Attracts me like no other lover Something
in the way she woos me I don't want to leave her now You know I believe
her now Somewhere in her smile she knows That I don't need no other
lover Something in her style that shows me Don't want to leave her
now You know I believe her now You're asking me will my love grow I
don't know, I don't know You stick around now it may show I don't know, I
don't know Something in the way she knows And all I have to do is think of
her Something in the things she shows me Don't want to leave her
now You know I believe her now.
Lady Madonna Children at your feet Wonder how you manage
to make ends meet Who finds the money When you pay the rent? Did you
think that money was heaven sent? Friday night arrives without a
suitcase Sunday morning creep in like a nun Monday's child has learned to
tie his bootlace See how they'll run Lady Madonna Baby at your
breast Wonder how you manage to feed the rest See how they run Lady
Madonna Lying on the bed Listen to the music playing in your
head Tuesday afternoon is never ending Wednesday morning papers didn't
come Thursday night you stockings needed mending See how they'll
run Lady Madonna Children at your feet Wonder how you manage to make
ends meet.
Here come old flattop he come grooving up slowly He got joo-joo eyeball he
one holy roller He got hair down to his knee Got to be a joker he just do
what he please He wear no shoeshine he got toe-jam football He got monkey
finger he shoot coca-cola He say "I know you, you know me" One thing I can
tell you is you got to be free Come together right now over me He bag
production he got walrus gumboot He got Ono sideboard he one spinal
cracker He got feet down below his knee Hold you in his armchair you can
feel his disease Come together right now over me He roller-coaster he got
early warning He got muddy water he one mojo filter He say "One and one
and one is three" Got to be good-looking 'cause he's so hard to see Come
together right now over me.
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun, and I say it's all right Little
darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter Little darling, it feels like
years since it's been here Here comes the sun, here comes the sun and I
say it's all right Little darling, the smiles returning to the
faces Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here Here comes
the sun, here comes the sun and I say it's all right Sun, sun, sun, here
it comes... Sun, sun, sun, here it comes... Sun, sun, sun, here it
comes... Sun, sun, sun, here it comes... Sun, sun, sun, here it
comes... Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting Little darling,
it seems like years since it's been clear Here comes the sun, here comes the
sun, and I say it's all right It's all right.
One, two, three, four Can I have a little more? five, six, seven eight
nine ten I love you. A, B, C, D Can I bring my friend to tea? E, F, G H
I J I love you. Sail the ship, Jump the tree Skip the rope, Look at
me All together now.... Black, white, green, red Can I take my friend
to bed? Pink, brown, yellow orange blue I love you All together
now.... Sail the ship, Jump the tree Skip the rope, Look at me All
together now....
Desmond has a barrow in the market place Molly is the singer in a
band Desmond says to Molly "Girl I like your face" And Molly says this as
she takes him by the hand Obladi oblada life goes on bra Lala how the life
goes on Obladi Oblada life goes on bra Lala how the life goes
on Desmond takes a trolly to the jewellers store Buys a twenty carat
golden ring Takes it back to Molly waiting at the door And as he gives it
to her she begins to sing Obladi oblada life goes on bra Lala how the life
goes on Obladi Oblada life goes on bra Lala how the life goes on In a
couple of years they have built a home sweet home With a couple of kids
running in the yard Of Desmond and Molly Jones Happy ever after in the
market place Molly lets the children lend a hand Desmond stays at home and
does his pretty face And in the evening she still sings it with the
band Obladi oblada life goes on bra Lala how the life goes on Obladi
Oblada life goes on bra Lala how the life goes on In a couple of years
they have built a home sweet home With a couple of kids running in the
yard Of Desmond and Molly Jones Happy ever after in the market
place Molly lets the children lend a hand Desmond stays at home and does
his pretty face And in the evening she still sings it with the band Obladi
oblada life goes on bra Lala how the life goes on Obladi Oblada life goes
on bra Lala how the life goes on And if you want some fun Take
Obladiblada Thank you.
Love, love, love Love, love, love Love, love, love There's nothing you
can do that can't be done Nothing you can sing that can't be sung Nothing
you can say but you can learn how to play the game It's easy Nothing you
can make that can't be made No one you can save that can't be
saved Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time It's
easy All you need is love All you need is love All you need is love,
love Love is all you need Love, love, love Love, love, love Love,
love, love All you need is love All you need is love All you need is
love, love Love is all you need There's nothing you can know that isn't
known Nothing you can see that isn't shown Nowhere you can be that isn't
where you're meant to be It's easy All you need is love All you need is
love All you need is love, love Love is all you need All you need is
love (All together, now) All you need is love (Everybody) All you
need is love, love Love is all you need Love is all you need Love is
all you need Love is all you need Yesterday She loves you, yeah yeah
yeah.
In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs Of every head he's had
the pleasure to know And all the people that come and go Stop and say
"Hello" On the corner is a banker with a motorcar The little children
laugh at him behind his back And the banker never wears a mac In the
pouring rain Very strange Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes There
beneath the blue suburban skies I sit, and meanwhile back In penny Lane
there is a fireman with an hourglass And in his pocket is a portrait of the
Queen He likes to keep his fire engine clean It's a clean machine Penny
Lane is in my ears and in my eyes A four of fish and finger pies In
summer, meanwhile back Behind the shelter in the middle of a
roundabout The pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray And though she
feels as if she's in a play She is anyway In Penny Lane the barber shaves
another customer We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim And then the
fireman rushes in From the pouring rain Very strange Penny lane is in
my ears and in my eyes There beneath the blue suburban skies I sit, and
meanwhile back Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes There beneath the
blue suburban skies Penny Lane.
You say yes I say no You say stop I say go go go Oh ho You say
goodbye And I say hello Hello hello I don't know why you say
goodbye I say hello Hello, hello I don't know why you say goodbye I
say hello I say high You say low You say why And I say I don't
know Oh no You say goodbye And I say hello Hello, hello I don't
know why you say goodbye I say hello Hello, hello I don't know why you say
goodbye I say hello Oh ho You say goodbye And I say hello Hello,
hello I don't know why you say goodbye I say hello Hello, hello I don't
know why you say goodbye I say hello You say yes I say no You say
stop And I say go, go, go Oh, oh no You say goodbye And I say
hello Hello, hello I don't know why you say goodbye I say
hello Hello hello I don't know why you say goodbye I say
goodbye Hello hello I don't know why you say goodbye I say
hello Hello Hela, helloa Hela, helloa Hela, helloa.
Picture yourself in a boat on a river With tangerine trees and marmalade
skies Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly A girl with kaleidoscope
eyes Cellophane flowers of yellow and green Towering over your
head Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes And she's gone Lucy in
the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with
diamonds Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain Where rocking horse
people eat marshmellow pies Everyone smiles as you drift past the
flowers That grow so incredibly high Newpaper taxis appear on the
shore Waiting to take you away Climb in the back with your head in the
clouds And you're gone Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky
with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds Picture yourself on a train in
a station With plasticine porters with looking glass ties Suddenly someone
is there at the turnstyle The girl with the kaleidoscope eyes Lucy in the
sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with
diamonds.
It was twenty years ago today Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play They've
been going in and out of style But they're guaranteed to raise a smile So
may I introduce to you The act you've known for all these years Sgt.
Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band We're Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club
Band We hope you will enjoy the show Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club
Band Sit back and let the evening go Sgt. Pepper's lonely, Sgt. Pepper's
lonely Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band It's wonderful to be
here It's certainly a thrill You're such a lovely audience We'd like to
take you home with us We'd love to take you home I don't really want to
stop the show But I thought that you might like to know That the singer's
going to sing a song And he wants you all to sing along So let me
introduce to you The one and only Billy Shears And Sgt. Pepper's Lonely
Hearts Club Band.
Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely
people Eleanor Rigby Picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has
been Lives in a dream Waits at the window Wearing the face that she
keeps in a jar by the door Who is it for? All the lonely people Where
do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all
belong? Father McKenzie Writing the words of a sermon that no one will
hear No one comes near. Look at him working. Darning his socks in the
night when there's nobody there What does he care? All the lonely
people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they
all belong? Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely
people Eleanor Rigby Died in the church and was buried along with her
name Nobody came Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he
walks from the grave No one was saved All the lonely people Where do
they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong?.
In the town where I was born Lived a man who sailed to sea And he told us
of his life In the land of submarines So we sailed up to the sun Till
we found the sea of green And we lived beneath the waves In our yellow
submarine We all live in our yellow submarine Yellow submarine, yellow
submarine We all live in our yellow submarine Yellow submarine, yellow
submarine And our friends are all on board Many more of them live next
door And the band begins to play We all live in our yellow
submarine Yellow submarine, yellow submarine We all live in our yellow
submarine Yellow submarine, yellow submarine As we live a life of
ease Everyone of us has all we need Sky of blue and sea of green In our
yellow submarine We all live in our yellow submarine Yellow submarine,
yellow submarine We all live in our yellow submarine Yellow submarine,
yellow submarine.
Help! I need somebody Help! not just anybody Help! you know I need
someone Help! When I was younger, so much younger than today I never
needed anybody's help in any way And now these days are gone, I'm not so self
assured Now I find I've changed my mind I've opened up the doors Help
me if you can, I'm feeling down And I do appreciate you being round Help
me get my feet back on the ground Won't you please please help me? And now
my life has changed in oh so many ways My independence seems to vanish in the
haze But every now and then I feel so insecure I know that I just need you
like I've never done before Help me if you can, I'm feeling down And I
do appreciate you being round Help me get my feet back on the ground Won't
you please please help me? When I was younger, so much younger than
today I never needed anybody's help in any way But now these daya are
gone, I'm not so self assured Now I find I've changed my mind I've opened
up the doors Help me if you can, I'm feeling down And I do appreciate you
being round Help me, get my feet back on the ground Won't you please
please help me? Help me, help me.
Yesterday, All my troubles seemed so far away Now it looks as though
they're here to stay Oh, I believe in yesterday Suddenly I'm not half
to man I used to be There's a shadow hanging over me Oh, yesterday came
suddenly Why she had to go I don't know She wouldn't say I said
something wrong Now I long for yesterday Yesterday Love was such an
easy game to play Now I need a place to hide away Oh, I believe in
yesterday Why she had to go I don't know She wouldn't say I said
something wrong Now I long for yesterday Yesterday Love was such an
easy game to play Now I need a place to hide away Oh, I believe in
yesterday.
You don't realize how much I need you Love you all the time
and never leave you Please come on back to me I'm lonely as can be I
need you Said you had a thing or two to tell me How was I to know you
would upset me? I didn't realise As I looked in your eyes You told
me Oh yes, you told me You don't want my lovin' anymore That's when it
hurt me And feeling like this I just can't go on anymore Please
remember how I feel about you I could never really live without you So,
come on back and see Just what you mean to me I need you For when you
told me You don't want my lovin' anymore That's when it hurt me And
feeling like this I just can't go on anymore Please remember how I feel
about you I could never really live without you So, come on back and
see Just what you mean to me I need
you.
It´s been a hard day´s night, And I´ve been working like a dog, It´s been
a hard day´s night, I should be sleeping like a log, But when I get home
to you, I find the thing that you do, Will make me feel alright. You
know I work all day, To get you money to buy you things, And it´s worth it
just to hear you say, You´re gonna give me ev´rything, So why on earth
should I moan, Cos when I get you alone, You know I feel okay. When I´m
home ev´rything seems to be right, when I´m home feeling you holding me
tight, tight, yeh. It´s been a hard day´s night, And I´ve been working
like a dog, It´s been a hard day´s night, I should be sleeping like
alog, But when I get home to you, I find the things that you do, Will
make me feel alright. So why on earth should I moan, Cos when I get you
alone, You know I feel okay. When I´m home ev´rything seems to be
right, When I´m home feeling you holding me, tight, tight, yeh. It´s been
a hard day´s night, And I´ve been working like a dog, It´s been a hard
day´s night, I should be sleeping like a log, But when I get home to
you, I find the things that you do, Will make me feel alright. You know
I feel alright. You konw I feel alright.
Love, love me do, you know I love you. I´ll always be
true so please love me do, who ho love me do. Love , love me do, you
know I love you. I´ll always be true so please love me do, who ho love
me do. Someone to love, somebody new. Someone to love, someone like
you. Love, love me do, you know I love you. I´ll always be true so
please love me do, who ho love me do. Love, love me do, you know I love
you. I´ll always be true so please love me do, who ho love me do.
