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All The People In The World ~ Safri Duo

Yeah, we got three tickets to the Bran Van concert happening this Monday night at the Pacific Pallisades
You can all dial in if you want to answer a couple of questions, namely, what is Todd's favourite cheese.
Jackie just called up and said it was a form of Roquefort. We'll see about that...

Give us a ring-ding-ding! It's a beautiful day.

Yeah Todd, this is Liquid ring-a-ding-a-dinging, want those three Bran Van tickets man. Waddya think? Todd, you there?

I woke up again this morning with the sun in my eyes,
When Mike came over with a script surprise.
A Mafioso story with a twist,
A "Too Wong Foo, Julie Newmar" hitch,
Get your ass out of bed, he said:
I'll explain it on the way.

But we did nothing, absolutely nothing that day, and I say:
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?
I got the fever for the flavour, the payback will be later, still I need a fix.

And the girls on the bus kept on laughing at us,
As we rode on the ten down to Venice again.
Flaring out the G-Funk,
Sipping on a juice and gin,
Just me and a friend.
Feeling kinda groovy,
Working on a movie. (Yeah right!)

But we did nothing, absolutely butkis that day, and I say:
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?

With my mind on my money and my money on my... Beer, beer!

I know that life is for the taking, so I better wise up, and take it quick.

Yeah, one more time at Trader Vic's.

Some men there wanted to hurt us,
And other men said we weren't worth the fuss.
We could see them all bitching by the bar,
About the fine line, between the rich and the poor.
Then Mike turned to me and said:
"What do you think we got done son?"

We've got a conclusion, and I guess that's something, so I ask you:
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?
I got the fever for the nectar, the payback will be later, still I need a fix.

We need to fix you up, call me Monday and maybe we'll fix it all up.

Hell-A-L.A., Hell hell-A-L.A.! ...

So I ask you:
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?

Hell-A-L.A., Hell hell-A-L.A.

Let's, let's, let's get unconscious honey
Let's get unconscious honey

Today is the last day that I'm using words
They've gone out, lost their meaning
Don't function anymore

Traveling, leaving logic and reason
Traveling, to the arms of unconsciousness
Traveling, leaving logic and reason
Traveling, to the arms of unconsciousness

Let's get unconscious honey
Let's get unconscious
Let's get unconscious honey
Let's get unconscious

Words are useless, especically sentences
They don't stand for anything
How could they explain how I feel

Traveling, traveling, I'm traveling
Traveling, traveling, leaving logic and reason
Traveling, traveling, I'm gonna relax
Traveling, traveling, in the arms of
unconsciousness

And inside we're all still wet
Longing and yearning
How can I explain how I feel?

Traveling, traveling
Traveling, traveling, in the arms of
unconsciousness

And all that you've ever learned
Try to forget
I'll never explain again

Lonely im so lonely,
I have nobody,
To call my owwnnn
Im so lonely, im mr. Lonely
I have nobody,
To call my owwnnn
Im so lonely,

Yo this one here goes out to all my playas out there ya kno got to have one good girl whose always been there like ya
Kno took all the bull**** then one day she cant take it no more and decides to leave

I wont up in the middle of the night and I noticed my girl wasn't by my side, coulda sworn I was dreamin, for her I was
Feenin, so I hadda take a little ride, back tracking ova these few years, tryna figure out wat I do to make it go bad, cuz
Ever since my girl left me, my whole left life came crashin

Im so lonely (so lonely),
Im mr. Lonely (mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
To call my own (to call my own) girl

Im so lonely (so lonely)
Im mr. Lonely (mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
To call my own (to call my own) girl

Cant belive I hadda girl like you and I just let you walk right outta my life, after all I put u thru u still stuck
Around and stayed by my side, what really hurt me is I broke ur heart, baby you were a good girl and I had no right, I
Really wanna make things right, cuz without u in my life girl

Im so lonely (so lonely)
Im mr. Lonely (mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody to call my own)
To call my own (to call my own) girl

Im so lonely (so lonely)
Im mr. Lonely (mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
To call my own (to call my own) girl

Been all about the world ain't neva met a girl that can take the things that you been through
Never thought the day would come where you would get up and run and I would be out chasing u
Cuz aint nowhere in the globe id rather be, aint noone in the globe id rather see then the girl of my dreams that made me
Be so happy but now so lonely

So lonely (so lonely)
Im mr. Lonely (mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
To call my own (to call my own)

Im so lonely (so lonely)
Im mr. Lonely (mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
To call my own (to call my own) girrll

Never thought that id be alone, I didnt hope you'd be gone this long, I jus want u to come home, so stop playing girl and
Come on home (come on home), baby girl I didn't mean to shout, I want me and you to work it out, I never wished Id ever
Hurt my baby, and its drivin me crazy cuz...

Im so lonely (so lonely)
Im mr. Lonely (mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
To call my own (to call my own)

Im so lonely (so lonely)
Im mr. Lonely (mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
To call my own (to call my own) girll

Lonely, so lonely
So lonely, (so lonely),
Mr. Lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, (so lonely), Mr. Lonely

in God we trust

Πειρασμός ~ Νίκος Ξυλούρης
Μουσική/Στίχοι: Μαρκόπουλος Γιάννης/Σολωμός Διονύσιος

Νεράιδα ~ Ανεξίτηλες Νότες

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Πριν ξημερώσει η βραδιά

ψάχνω τον ήχο απ τα κλειδιά

Η ώρα πια τρεις και εννιά

κι εσύ ακόμα πουθενά

Ποιος ξέρει θεέ μου, πού γυρνάς

ποιο έργο βλέπεις και ξεχνάς

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Πού περπατάς, πού περπατάς

τόση ζωή πώς την πετάς

Πού περπατάς, πού περπατάς

τι τρέχει και δε μ' αγαπάς

Πού περπατάς, πού περπατάς

θα πληγωθείς εκεί που πας

Μετά θα κλαις, θα με ζητάς

μα θα 'ναι πια αργά για μας

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Με πνίγουν σαν ωκεανοί

φωτογραφίες και λυγμοί

Εσύ απών και στη σκηνή

κάτι ξενύχτες μου θυμοί

Πού περπατάς και ποια φιλάς

κορμί μου, πού κατρακυλάς

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Πού περπατάς, τι ψάχνεις πες μου τι

μες στο βοριά, με φτερά από χαρτί

Πού περπατάς και δε θέλεις να με δεις

έλα εδώ, τι σου φταίει να μου πεις

in God we trust

Oh mr kirk, I’m as upset as you to learn of dexter’s truancy
But surely, expulsion is not the answer!
I’m afraid expulsion is the only answer
It’s the opinion of the entire staff that dexter is criminally insane

That boy needs therapy, psychosomatic,
That boy needs therapy, purely psychosomatic
That boy needs therapy
Lie down on the couch! what does that mean?
You’re a nut! you’re crazy in the coconut!
What does that mean? that boy needs therapy
I’m gonna kill you, that boy needs therapy
Ranagazoo, let’s have it to you
On the count of three
That, that, that, that, that boy.. boy needs therapy
He was white as a sheet
And he also made false teeth

Avalanches is above, business continues below
Did I ever tell you the story about
Cowboys! bit , bit bitches and the indians and, fron, frontier psychiatrist
I... I felt strangely hypnotised
I was in another world, a world of 20.000 girls
And milk! rectangles, to an optometrist, the man with the golden eyeball
And tighten your buttocks, pour juice on your chin
I promise my girlfriend i’d... the violin, violin, violin ...

Frontier psychiatrist
Frontier, frontier, frontier, frontier
Frontier, frontier, frontier, frontier
Frontier, frontier, frontier, frontier

That boy needs therapy, psychosomatic
That boy needs therapy, purely psychosomatic
That boy needs therapy
Lie down on the couch, what does that mean?
You’re a nut! you’re crazy in the coconut!
What does that mean? that boy needs therapy
I’m gonna kill you, that boy needs therapy
Ranagazoo, let’s have a tune
Now when I count three
That, that, that, that, that boy.. boy needs therapy
He was white as a sheet
And he also made false teeth

Frontier psychiatrist

Can you think of anything else that talks, other than a person?
Uh ohh... uh oh, a bird! yeah!
Sometimes a parrot talks
Ha ha ha ha ha !!!!
Yes, some birds are funny when they talk
Can you think of anything else
A record, record, record !

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Καληνύχτα γεια χαρά

θα σε κρύψω σε μια στιγμούλα

και κανείς δε θα σε βρει

ίσως ούτε και εσύ

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Ποιος θα βρει στο πέλαγο

μια μικρούλα αχ φυσαλίδα

που χορεύει στο νερό

ίσως ούτε και εγώ

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Καληνύχτα για φαντάσου

να ακούς τα βήματα σου

και να νιώθεις ότι τρέχω

πάνω τους και 'γω

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Πως αντέχει η σιωπή

δίχως τη δική σου φωνούλα

που τρεμάμενη ηχεί

σα δε βρίσκει τι να πει

in God we trust

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Χίλιοι τρόποι για ν’ ανέβεις φίλους γύρω σου να σέρνεις

κι όλα θα ’ναι ασημένια πες μου τι με νοιάζει εμένα

τα έχω δει

κι έτσι θα ’ναι η τελευταία μέρα στη δικιά σου μέρα

και θ’ απορείς

και είμαι πια τόσο μακριά δεν θα ’μαι τόσο

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Λίγο ακόμη και ν’ αντέξεις άλλο πια δεν θα μπορέσεις

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Γιατί όλα είν’ ασημένια πάνω στη μεγάλη σφαίρα

σου το ’χα πει

Απ’ το φως την τελευταία μέρα τη δικιά μου μέρα

θα τυφλωθείς

δεν είμαι πια τόσο μακριά δεν είμαι τόσο

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Χίλιοι τρόποι για ν’ ανέβεις πες το σ’ όλους που θα πας

έτσι για να σ’ αγαπούν

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Δεν είμαι πια τόσο μακριά δεν είμαι τόσο

in God we trust

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Έρχομαι απ’ της σιωπής τα απόκοσμα τα μέρη

Κι είδα την πνοή της γης, να φιλιέται με τ’ αγέρι

Φέρνω πέντε αναπνοές απ’ την άγια ένωσή τους

Δυο απ’ αυτές για να με θες, τρεις να καίγεσαι μαζί τους

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Πέρα απ’ τ’ όρια του νου μου στον απύθμενο γκρεμό

Το αόρατό σου δίχτυ ρίξε μου για να πιαστώ

ρίξε μου για να πιαστώ

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Το φεγγάρι μίλαγε όλη νύχτα για την μέρα

Και το φως του φύλαγε μια θέση στον αέρα

Φέρνω πέντε λόγια του, σώπα να στα ψιθυρίσω

Στα κρυφά κατώγια του τ’ άφαντα να μαρτυρήσω

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Πέρα απ’ τ’ όρια του νου μου στον απύθμενο γκρεμό

Το αόρατό σου δίχτυ ρίξε μου για να πιαστώ

in God we trust

Ήλιος Θεός ~ Σκουλάς Βασίλης

Συρτός τση νύχτας
Μουσική/Στίχοι: Παραδοσιακό

Άστρο του πρωινού ~ Παπακωνσταντίνου Θανάσης
Μουσική/Στίχοι: Παπακωνσταντίνου Θανάσης

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μέρα τη μέρα και με τρομάζεις.