844. Get lucky - Daft Punk

Like the legend of the phoenix
All ends with beginnings
What keeps the planet spinning (uh)
The force of love beginning

We've come too far to give up who we are
So let's raise the bar and our cups to the stars

She's up all night 'til the sun
I'm up all night to get some
She's up all night for good fun
I'm up all night to get lucky

We're up all night 'til the sun
We're up all night to get some
We're up all night for good fun
We're up all night to get lucky

The present has no ribbon
Your gift keeps on giving,
What is this I'm feeling?
If you wanna leave I'm with it (ah)

843. Blurred lines - Robin Thicke

Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

If you can't hear, what I'm tryna say
If you can't read, from the same page
Maybe I'm going deaf
Maybe I'm going blind
Maybe I'm out of my mind

OK, now he was close
Tried to domesticate you
But you're an animal
Baby, it's in your nature
Just let me liberate you
You don't need no papers
That man is not your mate
And that's why I'm gon' take you

Good girl!
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it

You're a good girl!
Can't let it get past me
Me fall from plastic
Talk about getting blasted

I hate these blurred lines!
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it

But you're a good girl!
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me

842. Desfado - Ana Moura

Quer o destino que eu não creia no destino
E o meu fado é nem ter fado nenhum
Cantá-lo bem sem sequer o ter sentido
Senti-lo como ninguém, mas não ter sentido algum

Ai que tristeza, esta minha alegria
Ai que alegria, esta tão grande tristeza
Esperar que um dia eu não espere mais um dia
Por aquele que nunca vem e que aqui esteve presente

Ai que saudade
Que eu tenho de ter saudade
Saudades de ter alguém
Que aqui está e não existe
Sentir-me triste
Só por me sentir tão bem
E alegre sentir-me bem
Só por eu andar tão triste

Ai se eu pudesse não cantar "ai se eu pudesse"
E lamentasse não ter mais nenhum lamento
Talvez ouvisse no silêncio que fizesse
Uma voz que fosse minha cantar alguém cá dentro

Ai que desgraça esta sorte que me assiste
Ai mas que sorte eu viver tão desgraçada
Na incerteza que nada mais certo existe
Além da grande incerteza de não estar certa de nada

841. God rest ye merry gentlemen - Aimee Mann

God rest ye merry, gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
Remember, Christ, our Saviour
Was born on Christmas day
To save us all from Satan's power
When we were gone astray
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

In Bethlehem, in Israel,
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

From God our Heavenly Father
A blessed Angel came;
And unto certain Shepherds
Brought tidings of the same:
How that in Bethlehem was born
The Son of God by Name.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

840. Falling slowly - The Swell Season

I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that

Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react

And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out

Take this sinking boat
And point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice
You have a choice
You make it now

Falling slowly
As .....
And I can't got back

Moves that take me
and erase me
And I take it black

Well you have suffered enough
At war with yourself
It's time that you won

Take this sinking boat
And point it home
We've still got time

Raise your hopeful voice
You have a choice
You made it now

Falling slowly
Sing your melody
I'll sing it now

839. O' Sailor - Fiona Apple

I'm undecided about you again
Mightn't be right that you're not here
It's double-sided, because I ruined it all
But also saved myself, by never believing you, dear

Everything good, I deem too good to be true
Everything else is just a bore
Everything I have to look forward to
Has a pretty painful and very imposing before

Oh sailor, why'd you do it
What'd you do that for
Saying there's nothing to it
And then letting it go by the boards

Oh sailor, why'd you do it
What'd you do that for
Saying there's nothing to it
And then letting it go by the boards

I have too been playing with fifty-two cards
Just because I play so far from my vest
Whatever I've got, I've got no reason to guard
What could I do, but spend my best

Oh sailor, why'd you do it
What'd you do that for
Saying there's nothing to it
And then letting it go by the boards

Oh sailor, why'd you do it
What'd you do that for
Saying there's nothing to it
And then letting it go by the boards

And after waiting, fighting patiently on my knees
All the other stuff tired itself out first, not me
And in its wake, appeared the touch and call
Of a different breed
One who set to get me wise, and got me there
And then, got me

And what a thing, to know what could be instead
Oh, what a blessed curse; to see
It took the agenda from its place in my bed
Made a merry paramour of me

Oh sailor, why'd you do it
What'd you do that for
Saying there's nothing to it
And then letting it go by the boards
Oh sailor, why'd you do it
What'd you do that for
Giving me eyes to view it
As it goes by the boards

838. Para os braços da minha mãe - Pedro Abrunhosa

Cheguei ao fundo da estrada,
Duas léguas de nada,
Não sei que força me mantém.
É tão cinzenta a Alemanha
E a saudade tamanha,
E o verão nunca mais vem.
Quero ir para casa
Embarcar num golpe de asa,
Pisar a terra em brasa,
Que a noite já aí vem.
Quero voltar
Para os braços da minha mãe,
Quero voltar
Para os braços da minha mãe.

Trouxe um pouco de terra,
Cheira a pinheiro e a serra,
Voam pombas
No beiral.
Fiz vinte anos no chão,
Na noite de Amsterdão,
Comprei amor
Pelo jornal.
Quero ir para casa
Embarcar num golpe de asa,
Pisar a terra em brasa,
Que a noite já aí vem.
Quero voltar
Para os braços da minha mãe,
Quero voltar
Para os braços da minha mãe.

Vim em passo de bala,
Um diploma na mala,
Deixei o meu amor p'ra trás.
Faz tanto frio em Paris,
Sou já memória e raiz,
Ninguém sai donde tem Paz.
Quero ir para casa
Embarcar num golpe de asa,
Pisar a terra em brasa,
Que a noite já aí vem.
Quero voltar
Para os braços da minha mãe,
Quero voltar
Para os braços da minha mãe.