I'd gladly walk across the desert with no shoes upon my feet To share with you the last bite of bread I had to eat I would swim out to save you in your
There is a house built out of the stone Wooden floors, walls and window sills Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust This is a place that I don't feel
Give me a kiss to build a dream on And my imagination will thrive upon that kiss Sweetheart, I ask no more than this A kiss to build a dream on Give
I don't know you But I know what you did to her She told me and I happen to believe her too They will be three steps behind You will not know what's
You just sit there in silence whilst the world cries out in vain On the television screens and the newspaper headlines we read today There's a war going
(Chico Buarque, 1971) Amou daquela vez como se fosse a ltima Beijou sua mulher como se fosse a ltima E cada filho seu como se fosse o nico E atravessou
When you tried to build me up with the wrong words All it did was kill me And when you said you trusted in all that I feel I never quite believed you
(M. Barnes/J. Browne/D. Jarvis) I've been down a highway A lonesome, two-lane highway Driving hard all night I've been thinking about you The truth is
Deep the cellar, timbers high, (Both hands point down, then up -- arms full length.) Pointed roof up in the sky, (Bring fingertips together over the
Oh, if I could build my whole world around you, darlin' First I'd put Heaven by your side Pretty flowers would grow wherever you walked, honey And over
It's time for a change I'm tired of that same old same The same old words, the same old lines The same old tricks and the same old rhymes Days, precious
It's time for a change I'm tired of that same ol' same The same ol' words the same ol' lines The same ol' tricks and the same ol' rhymes Days precious
Amou daquela vez como se fosse a ltima Beijou sua mulher como se fosse a ltima E cada filho seu como se fosse o nico E atravessou a rua com seu passo
Give me a kiss to build a dream on And my imagination, will thrive upon that kiss Sweetheart, I ask no more than this A kiss to build a dream on Give
I'd gladly walk across the desert With no shoes upon my feet To share with you the last bite Of bread I had to eat I would swim out to save you In your
They're moving father's grave to build a sewer They're moving it regardless of expense. They're moving his remains to lay down nine-inch drains To irrigate
