Barcelona
Words and music by freddie mercury and mike moran
Barcelona barcelona
Barcelona barcelona
Viva
I had this perfect dream
-un sueno me envolvio
This dream was me and you
-tal vez estas aqui
I want all the world to see
-un instinto me guiaba
A miracle sensation
My guide and inspiration
Now my dream is slowly coming true
The wind is a gentle breeze
-el me hablo de ti
The bells are ringing out
-el canto vuela
Theyre calling us together
Guiding us forever
Wish my dream would never go away
Barcelona - it was the first time that we met
Barcelona - how can I forget
The moment that you stepped into the room you took my breath away
Barcelona - la musica vibros
Barcelona - y ella nos unio
And if God willing we will meet again someday
Let the songs begin
-dejalo nacer
Let the music play
-ahhhhhhhh...
Make the voices sing
-nace un gran amor
Start the celebration
-van a mi
And cry
-grita
Come alive
-vive
And shake the foundations from the skies
Ah,ah,shaking all our lives
Barcelona - such a beautiful horizon
Barcelona - like a jewel in the sun
Por ti sere gaviota de tu bella mar
Barcelona - suenan las campamas
Barcelona - abre tus puertas al mundo
If God is willing
-if God is willing
If God is willing
Friends until the end
Viva - barcelona
song performed by by Queen
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FC Barcelona
Always a title
They always win
You all know they're name
Is Barcelona football team
Barca's players are the greatest
This is possible
They're a perfect team
And they're unstpable
Barca's coach is doing his best
And players are showing it
The team is not playing for money
And they're trip is always sunny
Barcelona, Barcelona
A name thet all world know
All are watching it
They're game is like a TV show
poem by Altin Gojani
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I have a son in Barcelona whom I am madly in love with.
quote by Anthony Quinn
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I'd love to be popular in Barcelona. That sounds like a fun job.
quote by Bobby Heenan
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Barcelona are my favourite team in Spain, let's put it that way.
quote by Frank Lampard
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Obviously, it gave me a chance to see Barcelona. I won't deny that. But I also had a chance to see something in another country in terms of recycling and reusing nuclear material.
When I left Barcelona, staying in Spain was an important factor in my decision to join Madrid. I did not have to change country or learn a new language, adopt a different sort of lifestyle, and so on.
The news of the open military help to Franco from Hitler and Mussolini, and the heroic resistance of the people of Madrid, Barcelona and the big cities fired a widespread wish to help the Republic and its people.
quote by Bill Alexander
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All Spaniards, we discovered, knew two English expressions. One was "OK, baby", the other was a word used by the Barcelona whores in their dealings with English sailors, and I am afraid the compositors would not print it.
George Orwell in Homage to Catalonia (1938)
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Here Comes Rubie Jamie
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Abba - Here Comes Rubie Jamie
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(B.Andersson/B.Ulvaeus)
First release 1994 as part of Undeleted medley
Some people long for Berlin and Barcelona
They yearn for Paris, Madrid and Rome
And I know some who prefer Arizona
And some prefer home
There's only me who is dying to see
song performed by by ABBA
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Feest
(Goeienavond. Dit is het nieuws)
(vanavond is over de hele wereld een gigantisch feest losgebarsten)
(alle soldaten overal op aarde hebben de wapens neergelegd)
(en nu wordt muziek en dans gesignaleerd)
't is feest in New York en in Saint Tropez
Barcelona en LA
song performed by by K3
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Someone has given a delusive message to all the Websites
A Lunatic has snatched my Yahoo's password
And informed to the World
Nimal is stranded in Barcelona, Spain
Lost his wallet and he begged on the road
For some Euros to go back home.
I am sure that he's a Rabid!
* My Yahoo mail was blocked due to this incident!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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A Second Hand Holiday
To behold the beauties of Barcelona
is an experience I have never had
therefore through your soul eyes
only do I momentarily see glimpse
the innocent beauty of the scenery
through your tale recounting eyes
only can I smell hear touch fell
live unique individual experience
poem by Terence George Craddock
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El-messiah'!
'El-messiah'!
And today the elohim of the football world is Messi;
Who plays for Barcelona.
'El-messiah'!
And they all want the jersey from Messi;
For, the world now sees him as the messiah in the football game.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Think Twice
Flawless he thinks,
quarrelsome he talks,
mindless he speaks,
nature glides his tongue like no other.
So variant we are!
Pondering i hail.
Most furious!
Ferocious you are not,
most nonplused,
bewildered neither are you;
So variant we are!
But pondering i hail.
You are good at the game,
Barcelona is sometimes beaten,
hail no yourself,
you are the best for,
you count for each step you take;
So variant we are!
But pondering i hail.
poem by Joseph Ndawula
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Spanish Men
The Men of Seville are, they say,
The laziest of Spain.
Consummate artists in delay,
Allergical to strain;
Fr if you have a job for them,
And beg them to be spry,
They only look at you with phlegm:
"Mañana," they reply.
The Men of gay Madrid, I'm told,
Siesta's law revere;
The custom is so ages old,
And to tradition dear;
So if you want a job done soon,
And shyly ask them: "When?"
They say: "Come back this afternoon:
We'll hope to do it them."
The Men of Barcelona are
Such mostly little caps,
That when you see them from afar
They make you think of Japs;
Yet they can take life on the run,
Quite peppy, I'll allow,
For when there's something to be done,
They shout: "We'll do it NOW."
poem by Robert William Service
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I love you, you love him
You kiss me
I hold you
We lay together
You leave me
I miss you
You and him together
The pain i feel
So unreal
Why must i be a side show
The bread before the meal
I ask you
You tell me
You'll stay together
We'll stay together
You love him and me? ?
No, one is empty
One is not love
Both cant echo through etenity
Then who could it be
Is it me?
Is it you?
Us together?
You live with him
You run to me
Nights spent together
You run to him
You leave me
An hour is forever
Its over
I say choose
I wait pateincly
You say i lose
Why was i so easy
For you to bruise
You'll kiss me
I'll hold you
Never together
Ever again
You'll leave me
I'll miss you
You and him together
Eternal till the end
poem by Elias Barcelona
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Meeropol
How strange, the miracle slant rhyme of your name,
a three syllable oasis, here in the White Pages
next to information I once knew by heart: the nape’s
bouquet, the hip’s cliff, the ear’s hiding spot.
How simple it seemed that spring, with a quart of green
cactus milk between us, on the ferry from Naxos
to Crete, when the moon was the one clock, and stars
only had gums. And the summer in Barcelona
when the French children actually cried at the sight
of my dreadlocks. I used to think, if we kissed
in every time zone, it would always be the blue hour
in which I loved you. It still is. The literal
lightning bolt lodged in your family tree. The erased
surname. The alibi bone placed inside you.
A secret takes on a shape beyond language, becomes
tangible, something potentially broken
in half, for the world to see and give words to.
poem by Jeffrey McDaniel
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Spanish Winds
Spanish silver eyes dream of summer nights
Lovers entwined like cathedral candlelight
Brusque bas-relief pastels of open space
Poetry rhymes in cadence of world art
Pilgrims of fine luster from a grand age
Walk quietly amidst Mediterranean stars
Mountain villages rest serene by the sea
Preserved time felt keenly on every street
Barcelona is a vision that always haunts me
Picasso’s world where the old and new meet
Catalonia a separate place in space and time
Hear the tide roll and feel the fire of soul
Hemingway hears bells drinking Spanish wine
History and wars like visions of Goya grow
I sit by the sea listening to a Spanish Guitar
Singing like the winds of Madrid from afar
Tonight Spanish winds caress lover’s hearts
As we gaze at the wondrous light of the stars
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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This Picasso Imaginable Thing...
two faces of a woman 7: 32 AM
ah 7: 32 AM
picasso 7: 32 AM
mooo 7: 32 AM
ah 7: 33 AM
is that what it is 7: 33 AM
pain and happiness? 7: 33 AM
wa ko kabalo ana 7: 33 AM
picasso has a painting of a woman with two faces 7: 33 AM
i hav seen picasso's work 7: 33 AM
havent you seen it? 7: 33 AM
never realized that 7: 33 AM
yes cubism 7: 33 AM
he explained that to me while we were in barcelona spain 7: 34 AM
(har har har) 7: 34 AM
hahahha 7: 34 AM
good one 7: 34 AM
poor bald picasso 7: 34 AM
travel jud ang mind 7: 34 AM
still having lots of erections despite his ugly legs 7: 34 AM
mao ba? 7: 35 AM
hoe did u know that/ 7: 35 AM
how 7: 35 AM
the indefatigable picasso 7: 35 AM
wow 7: 35 AM
we were in the brothels of paris with alexander pope 7: 35 AM
hahaah 7: 35 AM
mahilig jud ang artist no 7: 35 AM
honestly, i have the book 7: 35 AM
good 7: 36 AM
the writers in europe sometimes find themselved in reunion and communion with whores and drink red whores beer together 7: 36 AM
yes! Edgar Degas too 7: 37 AM
my fav
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Barcelona
The night before I left Milan
A mob jammed the Cathedral Square,
And high the tide of passion ran
As politics befouled the air.
A seething hell of human strife,
I shrank back from its evil core,
Seeing in this convulsive life
The living seeds of war.
To Barcelona then I came,
And oh the heavenly release!
From conflict and consuming flame
I knew the preciousness of peace.
Such veneration for the law!
How decorous was every one!
And then (significant) I saw
Each copper packed a tommy gun.
Well, maybe it is best that way.
Peace can mean more than liberty:
These people, state-directed, may
Be happier than those more free.
When politics wield evil grip,
And warring factions rise and fall,
Benevolent dictatorship
May be the answer, after all.
poem by Robert William Service
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