Asakusa Samba Festival
the boy stares at the shadows
of the samba steps
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Asakusa Samba Festival
the temple bell spices
up our steps
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Asakusa Samba Festival
helplessly manoevring their kimonos
old geishas
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Asakusa Samba Festival
a flowery nakedness bursts
out of tight Tokyo
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Asakusa Samba Festival
human penguins join the fun
with droopy forelimbs
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Downtown Samba
This ones called
Now for you
Downtown samba
Canal streets where we dance
We do the rhumba, samba
The citys hot, were almost naked
Its a scandal
Nights still young
We do the samba with the congo warrior
Downtown samba (2x)
Hey you over there
You shouldnt dance alone
Watch me come on closer
Cause I am the one
To dance with you
All night long
Im dancing like a mambo
Go go go for sambo
Dancing, dancing, dancing
Tango
Over there, mister
Come see, youll see
So dance the tango, tango
song performed by by Yello
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Downtown Samba
This ones called
Now for you
Downtown samba
Canal streets where we dance
We do the rhumba, samba
The citys hot, were almost naked
Its a scandal
Nights still young
We do the samba with the congo warrior
Downtown samba (2x)
Hey you over there
You shouldnt dance alone
Watch me come on closer
Cause I am the one
To dance with you
All night long
Im dancing like a mambo
Go go go for sambo
Dancing, dancing, dancing
Tango
Over there, mister
Come see, youll see
So dance the tango, tango
song performed by by Yello
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Weep Day
I never went to the tropical island
Though everybody said they saw me there
And it wasnt me you punched a hole in
At the west german protest march
Simultaneous events dont happen
We are isolated temporally
And a part is never called the whole thing
Though it bothers us to know its so
Every man is made of two opinions
Every woman has a second half
And its samba time for tambo and weep day for urine man (samba time for tambo and weep day for urine man)
Yes, its samba time for tambo and weep day for urine man (samba time for tambo and weep day for urine man)
I didnt write the words you hear me singing (didnt write the words you hear me singing)
I didnt sing the line before this one (didnt sing the line before this one)
You are not the one I was addressing (you are not the one I was addressing)
That person took a train to africa (africa)
Where he met the consulate from belgium
Who is now a buddhist in a cave
Who is pitching for the oakland raiders
Striking out the batter she became
Every man is made of two opinions
Every woman has a second half
And its samba time for tambo and weep day for urine man (samba time for tambo and weep day for urine man)
Yes, its samba time for tambo and weep day for urine man (samba time for tambo and weep day for urine man)
Yes, its samba time for tambo and weep day for urine man (samba time for tambo and weep day for urine man)
Weep day for urine man (weep day for urine man)
Weep day for urine man (weep day for urine man)
Weep day for urine man (weep day for urine man)
Weep day weep day
Weep day weep day
Weep day weep day
Weep (weep) weep (weep) weep (weep) weep (weep)
Weep (weep) weep (weep) weep (weep) weep (weep)
Weep (weep) weep (weep) weep (weep) weep (weep)
Weep (weep) weep (weep) weep (weep) weep (weep)
Weep (weep) weep (weep) weep (weep) weep (weep)
Weep (weep) weep (weep) weep (weep)
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Samba Loco
Bah-pooh-bah-pooh, bop...
Bah-doodo.
Bah-pooh-bah-pooh, bop...
Bah-doodo.
Bah-pooh-bah-pooh, bop...
Bah-doodo.
Aaaaahhhh...
Aaaaahhhh,
Samba loco, baby.
I'm a samba dancing nut!
I love that Latin beat so much...
And the strutting done when I do my stuff.
Samba loco, baby.
I'm a samba dancing nut!
I love that Latin beat so much...
And the strutting done when I do my stuff.
I've got to groove my middle.
Swivel hips and tease.
I've got to be that swift foot hero,
With a rhythm felt that heats...
Everything that sways the beat.
Samba loco, baby.
Bah-dada.
I want to feverize the streets.
With a rhumba samba shown,
Grooving easily.
Bah-pooh-bah-pooh, bop...
Bah-doodo.
Bah-pooh-bah-pooh, bop...
Bah-doodo.
Bah-pooh-bah-pooh, bop...
Bah-doodo.
Aaaaahhhh...
Aaaaahhhh,
Samba loco, baby.
I'm a samba dancing nut!
I love that Latin beat so much...
And the strutting done when I do my stuff.
Samba loco, baby.
Bah-dada.
Feverize-the-streets.
Ba h-dada
With a rum-ba number samba shown.
And a groove that's easily to reach.
Samba loco, baby.
Bah-dada.
Feverize-the-streets.
Ba h-dada
With a rum-ba number samba shown.
And a groove that's easily to reach.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Desperation Samba
Desperation samba (halloween in tijuana)
By: jimmy buffett, will jennings, timothy b. schmit
1985
This song brings to mind two things. first, an image of robert mitchum
Standing in the doorway of a bar in tijuana, and second, a line by
Thomas mcguane, my brother-in-law, from his book, panama,
"the night wrote a check the morning couldn't cash."
- used by permission of author
Halloween in tijuana
Full moon in my eyes
I wonder how in the hell i got here
Without a disguise
Should i take this last step
Or turn myself around
Or follow my intuition into that border town
Yo quiero a bailar en mexico [i want to dance in mexico]
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos [...with our friends]
Yo quiero a bailar en mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Pretty girls they beckon
From their rooms above
Skeletons are dancing
In the name of love
Don't know where i'm goin'
I don't like where i've been
There may be no exit
But hell i'm going in
Yo quiero a bailar en mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
I hear the people singing that same old haunting tune
I drink because i know it's me against the moon
Yo quiero a bailar en mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
-- spoken:
"tss, tss tss"
"hey, psst amigo!"
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Yo quiero a bailar en mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
- notes:
Background vocals: timothy b. schmit, harry stinson
Featuring reggie young on gut string guitar and
Harrison ford on the bullwhip
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Chicago Samba
I live in chicago
A very windy city
But tonight I will dance the Chicago samba
Once again
But when I dance the chicago blues
I sweat like crazy
And I feel like a kid again
But when I hear the chicago samba being played by the local musiciams
In the streets of chicago I get very excited
Because I know that their music cam be heard also from faraway
And bring me back memories of home
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Impressive Instant
Universe is full of stars
Nothing out there looks the same
You're the one that I've been waiting for
I don't even know your name
I'm in a trance
I'm in a trance
Cosmic systems intertwine
Astral bodies drip like wine
All of nature ebbs and flows
Comets shoot across the sky
Can't explain the reasons why
This is how creation goes
I don't want nobody else
All the others look the same
Galaxies are sliding into view
I don't even know your name
Chorus:
I'm in a trance
And the world is spinning
Spinning baby out of control
I'm in a trance
I let the music take me
Take me where my heart wants to go
(repeat)
Kiss me
(repeat 3 times)
I like to singy singy singy
Like a bird on a wingy wingy wingy
I like to rhumba rhumba rhumba
Dance to a samba samba samba
(chorus)
Trance
I'm in a trance
Universe is full of stars
Nothing out there looks the same
You're the one that I've been waiting for
I don't even know your name
song performed by by Madonna from Music
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Dancing The Samba With You
mas que nada
desafinado
vou te cantar
garota de ipaneman
corcovado
sausalito
samba de uma nota 56
berimbau
aguas de Marco
o pato
a fedicidade
chega de saudade
o barquinto
flor de lis
maracangatha
mancada
maracangalha
agua de beber
yes we are in this party together
there is nothing to be refused
nothing to be ashamed of
we are still this official couple
you in your spanish gown
and i am in my decent coat and tie
what do we have to lose if we pretend
a little tonight about a love diminished
with time and the boredom that wraps us
i will hold your hand and keep you close to me
you breathe the unnecessary explanation
as i smile like a man of the usual confidences
now my dear, we shall dance the samba
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Jambo - Hakuna Matata
Jambo, jambo bwana - jambo, jambo bwana, hakuna matata.
Jambo, jambo bwana - have a good time, enjoy the samba.
Jambo, jambo bwana - you are welcome, hakuna matata.
Jambo, jambo bwana - have a good time, enjoy the samba.
Jambo, jambo bwana - take it easy, hakuna matata.
Can you hear the drum beat? hakuna matata.
Can you hear the singing? hakuna matata.
Can you see the dancing? hakuna matata.
If you want romancing. hakuna matata.
Jambo, jambo bwana - jambo, jambo bwana, hakuna matata.
Jambo, jambo bwana - have a good time, enjoy the samba.
The scent of the sweet chacaranda, its nirwana, hakuna matata.
Jambo, jambo bwana - have a good time, enjoy the samba.
Jambo, jambo bwana - take it easy, hakuna matata.
Can you hear the drum beat? hakuna matata.
Can you hear the singing? hakuna matata.
See them dancing. hakuna matata. and romancing. hakuna matata.
Jambo, jambo bwana - jambo, jambo bwana, hakuna matata.
Jambo, jambo bwana - have a good time, enjoy the samba.
Jambo, jambo bwana - take it easy, hakuna matata.
Jambo, jambo bwana - have a good time, enjoy the samba...
song performed by by Boney M.
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There is no point to samba if it doesn't make you smile.
quote by Alma Guillermoprieto
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Sport Yer Feelings
She needs to know anything
Stratosphere
but i've never seen anything out of my block
i was sick when chances were given
If she could teach me her secret dance steps
we'd dance through fields
through lands of sadness
she got a spot
for some blue samba
you're a blessing in disguise
have some rest a day or two
and yer nerves may too
as i'm in
a place which i've never been
since you do not have your lens
you should trust me takin' you there
seems like dance hall but it's a kitchen
seats are free there's no one in there
you're so smart
i'm just stoked
we flow out in the country yard
have some rest
a day or two
and yer nerves may too
song performed by by Yuppie Flu
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L.a
now SEXY might go to las vegas to party
and to new york to make it
shop in paris
samba in rio
vacation in milan
but it always comes back home to
LOS ANGELES
poem by Raymond Valadez
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I had this idea for a while to do mix this Al Green vibe with a samba thing. I tried to do that in many different ways. Peter added his own modern notion of funk and his own deep background in classical music.
quote by Arto Lindsay
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The Saviour
Death is the saviour
Death is certain
Death is the end
Death is freedom
Break free from the shackles of life and live.
poem by Lois Samba
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Avalon
(ferry)
Now the partys over
Im so tired
Then I see you coming
Out of nowhere
Much communication in a motion
Without conversation or a notion
Avalon
When the samba takes you
Out of nowhere
And the backgrounds fading
Out of focus
Yes the picture changing
Every moment
And your destination
You dont know it
Avalon
When you bossa nova
Theres no holding
Would you have me dancing
Out of nowhere
Avalon
song performed by by Roxy Music
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All Africa
Feel me talk proud
Hear me talk loud
Of Africa, the black land
The Sahel and the sand
Among swarthy men
The rythm and rumba
The samba and the conga
In the land of the oil den
My Africa is beloved
Of the setting sun
In the evening, tired
I loll and have fun
With the sea in my ear
The wind is in full gear
I am happy and smug
My ridges are all dug.
poem by Samuel Nze
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