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The Letter (Letra)

Tom Jones

Tom Jones

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Baby, I’m writing this letter
we´ve been together
I’m yours and your mine

so let me tell you
I’ll always love you
place noone above you
from now till the end of timeI
I am to proud to apologized for the things that I’ve done
so let us move on
to a better place
where we can chill and bage in the sun
under the moonlight
drinking sweet wine
dancing to the rhythm of the night

So, please except my invitation

Baby, I´m reading your letter
it make me feel better
from all the pain that you´ve cause
so let me tell you
that I’ ll always love you
place noone above you
from now till the end of time
I am to proud to talk out loud
from the things that you´ve done
so let us move on
to a better place
we can chill and bage in the sun
under the moonlight
drinking sweet wine
dancing to the rhythm of the night

I’ll except your invitation

I miss you, girl
holding you, sceasing you, lovin you pleasing you,
oh, that´s what i miss, girl
you got me feeling just like a chemican
just like a first kiss, girl
so here is two first class tickets
I am on my way
I’m gonna be to it
to be ok
wait for me girl
I’ll be right there

I am to proud to talk about
from all the things that you’ve done
so let us move on
to a better place
where we can chill and bage in the sun
under the moonlight
drinking sweet wine
dancing to the rhythm of the night

Girl, I wanna thank you

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I can hear your laugh.
It’s ringing through the hallways.
I can see your smile

It’s what gets me through my hard days
And your words
Were supposed to get me through my heartache
Before my heartbreak
There’s an emptiness
That only few ever feel

And I somehow missed
The meaning of love that is real
And it compliments my scars that will never heal
Maybe I didn’t deserve you
Maybe I just couldn’t cure you
They told me that I didn’t hurt you
Why do I feel like I turned you
Maybe I don’t understand it

Tell me is this how you planned it
Did you see us so stranded
Maybe I’m too much to manage
And if you weren’t gonna guide me
Why bring me into the light
Must have done something to make you want to run and hide
Why oh why, Didn’t you just live your life
And every girl needs a mother
And damn it, I needed you
instead you dug for cover

And you ran from the truth
And like kids do
You waited around for proof
Maybe I didn’t deserve you
Maybe I just couldn’t cure you
They told me that I didn’t hurt you
Why do I feel like I turned you
And maybe I don’t understand it

Tell me is this how you planned it
Do you see us so stranded
Maybe I’m too much to manage
Maybe I didn’t deserve you.

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She wrote me a letter,
From the green fields it came.
She wrote me a letter,
Trying to explain.
Now living came easy,
In velvet valleys of sun,
She wrote me a letter…
She wrote me a letter,
So many questions she asked,
She knew i just couldn’t answer,
For they were all in the past,
City life was too heavy,
So she had run for the hills,
She wrote me a letter, in the rain …..

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Put the pen
To the paper
Press the envelope
With my scent
Can’t you see
In my handwriting
The curve Of my g?
The longing

Oh

Who is left that
Writes these days?
You and me
We’ll be different
Take the cap
Off your pen
Wet the envelope
Lick and lick it

Oh

I need you
The time is running out
Oh baby
Can’t you hear me call?

It turns me on
To imagine
Your blue eyes
On my words
Your beautiful pen
Take the cap off
Give me a sign and I’d come running

Oh
It’s you
I want you

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If i ever write this letter
The pages i could write
But i don’t know where to send it
You have vanished
Heaven knows where you live
Heaven only knows

If i ever write this letter
Bitter words it would contain
Just and unrequited lover
Wishing she had never
Spoken your name
Had never known your name

But if i ever write this letter
The truth it would reveal
Knowing you brought me pleasure
How i’ll often treasure
Moments that we knew
The precious, the few

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One grows weary of everything, my angel. it is the law of nature, it is not my fault.

If for example i had as much love as you have virtue, and that is surely saying a lot, is it not astonishing that we should end at the same time as the other ? it is not my fault.

From this, it follows that for some time i have been deceiving you. but then, your pitiless affection forced me as it were to do so. it is not my fault.

Today, a woman i love madly insists that i sacrifice you to her. it is not my fault.

I realise that this is a fine opportunity for crying out on perjury, but if nature’s only given men assurance, or if she gave women obstinacy, it is not my fault.

Take my advice: choose another lover, as i have chosen another mistress. this is good advice. very good. if you think it bad, it is not my fault.

Farewell, my angel, i took you with pleasure, i abandon you without regret. perhaps i will come back, to you. so goes the world, it is not my fault.

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Intro:

(*man, have you heard this stuff?
This gangsta rap? it’s fuckin bullshit.
They’re just talkin about dealin drugs and,
Beatin on people and shit,
Carryin guns to the studio. it’s fucked up shit.
And y’know, you niggas
Can’t communicate with people*)
[mack 10] aw fuck you, you punk ass motherfucker
What the fuck you mean we can’t communicate with people?
I tell you what, since we can’t communicate, eh-eh
Eh b (yo) i’m gonna write this motherfucker a letter (alright)
Eh dogg, hand me my notebook (here you go, dogg)

Verse one:

To whom it may concern whoever you may be
Before you criticise, try to understand me
If this shit do a million everytime you drop it
Then you would be foolish to change the topic
I straight fiend for the cheddar, you know i got to get it
So i swing for the fence everytime i hit it
I been raised around the gangsta shit since elementary
With gz and the feds and the state penitentiary
I’m from the place where the enemies put the scope on you
And when the police pull you over they plant dope on you
But you do what you need to feed your kids and your girl
But you bastards don’t even understand my world
What you know about bangin, drug distributin and lootin
Eviction notices and, drive-by shootin?
So to whom it may concern, this letter is to show
That real niggas only rap about what they know

Chorus:

I do it all for the cash, scrilla and the doe
If you ban gangsta rap then i gotta sell blow
To whom it may concern, this letter is to show
That real niggas only rap about what they know
*repeat*

Verse two:

I done had it up to here with the ass kissin
Plus a nigga fed up with the media dissin
Politicians protest and hate like the rest
While niggas in the ghetto remain under stress
But i stay gangsta, keep bangin and hittin switches
While some west coast gz act like bitches
How the fuck you gonna speak against gangsta rap, nigga?
When that’s what the fuck made you a gang of snaps, nigga
Fool was the shit, now how could you dare
Become a millionaire and forget what got you there?
Fuck that, i hit a stick laced with embalment fluid
And make jams that make ya b and c walk to it
I was able to bang the hood and pack a fo’-fo’
Avoid the po-po and become a rap pro
So to whom it may concern, this letter is to show
That real niggas only rap about what they know

Chorus

Verse three:

I keep my pants saggin and my boxers showin
And nigga it’s hoo bangin for life in case you ain’t knowin
Look at the cops, i know they fed around and fiest out
Peepin me cos i’m a thug and the watches iced out
I got homies cookin chemicals like a chemist
Next thing ya know we’re outta town with birds flippin like a gymnast
All we know is bang or boss so we’re jugglin
Can’t get a job with two strikes so we’re drug smugglin
Wit heat on my back like i’m solar, wit a pistola
Mashin thru the ghetto witta car fulla yola
But i’d rather write rhymes and rap over beats
And if they ban that then a nigga still got to eat
In every situation poverty’s what i’m facin
So i leave shell cases and keep my smoker’s free basin
So to whom it may concern, this letter is to show
That real niggas only rap about what they know

Outro:

Ps, all you punk motherfuckers out there
Hatin on us young niggas gettin all this money, eat a dick!
Cos we gon’ stay rich, and continue to do our
Thang and forever hoo ridin and hoo bang, nigga

Chorus to fade

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Intro:

(*Man, have you heard this stuff?
This gangsta rap? It’s fuckin bullshit.
They’re just talkin about dealin drugs and,
beatin on people and shit,
carryin guns to the studio. It’s fucked up shit.
And y’know, you niggas
can’t communicate with people*)
[Mack 10] Aw fuck you, you punk ass motherfucker
What the fuck you mean we can’t communicate with people?
I tell you what, since we can’t communicate, eh-eh
Eh B (yo) I’m gonna write this motherfucker a letter (alright)
Eh dogg, hand me my notebook (Here you go, dogg)

Verse One:

To whom it may concern whoever you may be
Before you criticise, try to understand me
If this shit do a million everytime you drop it
then you would be foolish to change the topic
I straight fiend for the cheddar, you know I got to get it
So I swing for the fence everytime I hit it
I been raised around the gangsta shit since elementary
with Gz and the feds and the state penitentiary
I’m from the place where the enemies put the scope on you
and when the police pull you over they plant dope on you
But you do what you need to feed your kids and your girl
But you bastards don’t even understand my world
What you know about bangin, drug distributin and lootin
eviction notices and, drive-by shootin?
So to whom it may concern, this letter is to show
that real niggas only rap about what they know

Chorus:

I do it all for the cash, scrilla and the doe
If you ban gangsta rap then I gotta sell blow
To whom it may concern, this letter is to show
that real niggas only rap about what they know
*repeat*

Verse Two:

I done had it up to here with the ass kissin
plus a nigga fed up with the media dissin
Politicians protest and hate like the rest
while niggas in the ghetto remain under stress
But I stay gangsta, keep bangin and hittin switches
while some West Coast Gz act like bitches
How the fuck you gonna speak against gangsta rap, nigga?
when that’s what the fuck made you a gang of snaps, nigga
Fool was the shit, now how could you dare
become a millionaire and forget what got you there?
Fuck that, I hit a stick laced with embalment fluid
and make jams that make ya B and C walk to it
I was able to bang the hood and pack a fo’-fo’
Avoid the po-po and become a rap pro
So to whom it may concern, this letter is to show
that real niggas only rap about what they know

Chorus

Verse Three:

I keep my pants saggin and my boxers showin
And nigga it’s Hoo Bangin for life in case you ain’t knowin
Look at the cops, I know they fed around and fiest out
Peepin me cos I’m a thug and the watches iced out
I got homies cookin chemicals like a chemist
Next thing ya know we’re outta town with birds flippin like a gymnast
All we know is bang or boss so we’re jugglin
Can’t get a job with two strikes so we’re drug smugglin
Wit heat on my back like I’m solar, wit a pistola
mashin thru the ghetto witta car fulla yola
But I’d rather write rhymes and rap over beats
And if they ban that then a nigga still got to eat
In every situation poverty’s what I’m facin
So I leave shell cases and keep my smoker’s free basin
So to whom it may concern, this letter is to show
that real niggas only rap about what they know

Outro:

PS, all you punk motherfuckers out there
hatin on us young niggas gettin all this money, eat a dick!
Cos we gon’ stay rich, and continue to do our
thang and forever hoo ridin and Hoo Bang, nigga

Chorus to fade

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Yeah that’s her
Sometimes you win
Sometimes you lose
All the broken hearts
And the unpaid dues
What you did to me
What i did to you
I ain’t mad at you, boo
So what we gonna do?
I just seen you out with your new man
It’s lookin’ kind of happy
I’m feelin’ like somebody just slapped me
My gut’s in a knot
My temp’s gettin’ hot
I wanna make that man bleed
And wear this speed knot
‘cause he ain’t got what we had
And it makes me kind of mad
I hurt my one true love
Just like my dad
And it’s kinda sad
‘cause now my shit’s together
No need for umbrellas
I can see the stormy weather
I’m goin’ outside into the rain
Like keith sweat
‘cause i can’t house this pain
We was workin’ for years
Now i’m jerkin’ these tears
From my lips to god’s ears, girl
I did you wrong
So i’m makin’ this song
To let you know how i feel
Before i’m keepin’ it real
Man, keepin my heart concealed
And now i’m on the side
Just patiently waitin’
Watchin’ on you and the time for updatin’
I can’t hide from the truth
I know the puddin’s in the proof
So i stand convicted like all your friends predicted
But i’d think you’d be surprised
On how this ends brothers
We went from lovers to friends
We’ll go from friends to lovers
So if that man make you smile
I guess that i’ll
Just accept it
And respect it
I’ll hit you with this song
And let you think about it
Then i’ll just leave you alone
And be a man about it

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Music by ??
Produced by chris thomas
Recorded 1969 at emi studios, abbey road
Never released (the bread and beer band)

[instrumental]

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[Ron Isley]
(shimmering memories.. up in the studio gettin low)
(listening… it’s the realest shit I’ve ever wrote)
This is a letter
From Inga
To my mother, and my brothers, and my baby

[Foxy Brown]
Dear Mommy, I apologize
I know it’s because of me that your life is traumatized (and)
it’s cause of me that at times you wanna die
But you was always there when your little Na Na cried (and)
When the media said Foxy’s ill
You was there when this fame almost got me killed
When I was in the hospital, could not be still
Only you knew the reasons why I popped these pills
And to my friends I love them and I know they care
But, time after time, you was always there
When I did the Vibe cover, holdin my crotch
I was wailin, while you prayed for me hopin I’ll stop
Sorry for the times I didn’t tell the truth
And I’m sorry for the times when I yelled at you
I love you mommy, sorry that’s happened
Please pass the letter to Gavin

[Ron Isley]
(shimmering memories.. up in the studio gettin low)
(listening… it’s the realest shit I’ve ever wrote)
This is a letter
From Inga
To my mother, and my brothers, and my baby
Ah yea oh oh oh yea..

[Foxy Brown]
Gavin, dang, where do I start
You knew it all, you was there from the start
My cold deed the ear to my heart
Just writing this tears me apart (see)
Seemed like yesterday when I signed my deal
Brought the Benz, and put you behind the wheel
I wanted you to know that I did it for us
And I wanted you to know I was committed to us
And of course the long way, we had our disputes
You didn’t care for some of the things that I would do
But you still watched my back, complete and the same
You’re the one that used to school me, and teach me the game (see)
Whether I’m here, or dead in a box
Keep my name alive, you know no bitch is better than Fox
I love you, tell ma I’ll never forget her
Let Ant read the rest of the letter

[Ron Isley]
(shimmering memories.. up in the studio gettin low)
(listening… it’s the realest shit I’ve ever wrote)
This is a letter
To my mother, and my brothers, and my baby
Ohhh I love you yeaaah

[Foxy Brown]
Anton, don’t let this letter get you down
Dagg, I hope I didn’t let you down
I made my mistakes
I was young in the mind
But you gotta admit, I was one of a kind
Remember Miami when you fought my man
Can’t imagine how mentally lost I am (memories)
Never knew life could be so painful
Tell daddy I love him, and I’m still his little angel
I’m all cried out, I feel like I wanna go
Can’t take this no more
I want my life like it was before
My life so raw
Love you Ant but I can’t write no more

[Ron Isley]
Ohhh come on come back home
Memories, Memories..
Ohh I’m so sorry
I want my lover
Yeaaa this is my letter
To my mother,
and my brothers,
and my baby
My my my baby
Please, listen
Listen to me
Oh somebody listen
Listen to me
Come on home
Rarararararara
Memories…
Oh I love my mother
And my brother
But what about my baby
Oh my baby
Listen to me listen
Keep the family
Come back home to me
Oooohhhh… My letter
My letter..
Listen….

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can you remember chestnut street
and algae ripping at our feet?
i was just a little girl
and you were my whole world.

what i’d give to be lying in your arms,
what i’d give to be your girl again:

did you know that you were my first love?
did you know it’s you i still dream of?
i’ve grown up a lot since then
my nostalgic heart will never mend.

what i’d give to be lying in your arms,
what i’d give to be your girl again:
(what i’d give to be your girl again)

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Give me a ticket for an aeroplane. Ain’t got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I’m a going home, my Baby just wrote me a letter

I don’t care how much money I gotta spend. I got to get back to my baby again
Lonely days are gone, I’m a going home, my Baby just wrote me a letter

Well she wrote me a letter, said she couldn’t live without me no more
Listen Mister can’t you see I got to get back to my baby once more
Anyway Yeah

Give me a ticket for an aeroplane. Ain’t got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I’m a going home, my Baby just wrote me a letter

I don’t care how much money I gotta spend. I got to get back to my baby again
Lonely days are gone, I’m a going home, my Baby just wrote me a letter

Well she wrote me a letter, said she couldn’t live without me no more
Listen Mister can’t you see I got to get back to my baby once more
Anyway Yeah

Give me a ticket for an aeroplane. Ain’t got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I’m a going home, my Baby just wrote me a letter
My Baby just wrote me a letter

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Yes, i want to write a letter
But i don’t know just where to begin
Yes, i want to write a letter, people
But i don’t know just where to begin
Well, i tell you, it’s a sin, people
The way i’ve been treated by my so called friends

Yes, if i got a dollar
They want to borrow half a buck
Whoa, and if i want to gamble
They wanna jinx me and give me bad luck
So, i tell you it’s a sin, people
The way i’ve been treated by my so called friends

Yes, they say friends
They’re the greatest thing in the world
Yes, they say close, close friends
They’re the greatest thing in the world
But i think that’s all wrong people
Because my best friend have taken my girl

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Give me a ticket for an airplane
Ain’t got time to take no fast train
Lonely days are gone, i’m going home
My baby just wrote me a letter

I don’t care how much money i got to spend
Got to get back to my baby again
Lonely days are gone, i’m going home
My baby just wrote me a letter

She wrote me a letter
Said she couldn’t live without me no more
Listen mister, can’t you see
Got to get back to my baby once more
Anyway

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By dean friedman

Autumn seems awful lonely here whenever we think of you.
Last night the sky turned purple and we wanted to share the view.
Leaves on the trees are turning and the woods are all ablaze
They smell of timber burning in the fireplace.

Sunday we woke up early and we drove out to tice’s farms,
Gorging ourselves on all the cider and doughnuts we could fit under both our arms.
Picking out penny candy in the country store,
Till we collapsed on the porch with our bellies sore.

So what’s it like to be on your own, a roaming vagabond, away from home,
In search of some forgotten door?
Is it half as good as it sounds? tell me, have you really found
The peace and calm we’ve all been looking for?

Freckles still misses you. she always sleeps on the floor in your room.
Ruth says she smells, but you know it’s just her very unique perfume.
The tree in the back bore apples but they’re green and full of worms.
Guess we’ll sit tight and wait until the cider turns.

Everyone sends their love; they still don’t really believe you’re gone.
Everyone’s jealous of this crazy odyssey that you’re on.
Hoping this finds you happy and healthy and sane.
I pray that your strength will ease you through the growing pains.

So what’s it like to be on your own, a roaming vagabond, away from home,
In search of some forgotten door?
Is it half as good as it sounds? tell me, have you really found
The peace and calm we’ve all been looking for?

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Get Up Kids

Get Up Kids

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By dean friedman

Autumn seems awful lonely here whenever we think of you.
Last night the sky turned purple and we wanted to share the view.
Leaves on the trees are turning and the woods are all ablaze
They smell of timber burning in the fireplace.

Sunday we woke up early and we drove out to tice’s farms,
Gorging ourselves on all the cider and doughnuts we could fit under both our arms.
Picking out penny candy in the country store,
Till we collapsed on the porch with our bellies sore.

So what’s it like to be on your own, a roaming vagabond, away from home,
In search of some forgotten door?
Is it half as good as it sounds? tell me, have you really found
The peace and calm we’ve all been looking for?

Freckles still misses you. she always sleeps on the floor in your room.
Ruth says she smells, but you know it’s just her very unique perfume.
The tree in the back bore apples but they’re green and full of worms.
Guess we’ll sit tight and wait until the cider turns.

Everyone sends their love; they still don’t really believe you’re gone.
Everyone’s jealous of this crazy odyssey that you’re on.
Hoping this finds you happy and healthy and sane.
I pray that your strength will ease you through the growing pains.

So what’s it like to be on your own, a roaming vagabond, away from home,
In search of some forgotten door?
Is it half as good as it sounds? tell me, have you really found
The peace and calm we’ve all been looking for?

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All I ever wanted was some love and peace and harmony
I could dance in the raw in the sun underneath the stars
When I walk over to my money tree ain’t nobody there
Trying to take from me
When they ask "Are you truly free?" I’d say "Yes, truly"
But down here in really everybody knows there ain’t
No such thing
And It’s clear
It’s obviously this is not the place I’m supposed to be
On and on and on I’ve searched
What I’m looking for is not here on earth
I can’t stand I can’t take no more
So I know that I goota go
So long everybody
Mama don’t be sad for me
Life was a heartache and now I am finally free
Don’t know where I’m headed
Hope I see you someday soon
So long everybody
I have gone beyond the moon

All I ever wanted was some love and peace and harmony
Just to be live and shine
When I get ready I up and fly
And I can’t remember none of the things that I want
To forget
It’s the best – satisfaction no less
Ask if I’m free and I’ll say "Oh yes"
But down here in really everybody knows there ain’t
No such thing
And It’s clear
It’s obviously this is not the place I’m supposed to be
On and on and on I’ve searched
What I’m looking for is not here on earth
I can’t stand I can’t take no more
So I know that I goota go
So long everybody
Mama don’t be sad for me
Life was a heartache and now I am finally free
Don’t know where I’m headed
Hope I see you someday soon
So long everybody

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Bif Naked

Bif Naked

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September 29, 1984 Dear so and so
Gather me up because I’m lost
Or I’m back where I started from
I’m crawling on the floor Rolling on the ground
I might cry I won’t go home
So here’s the story
I am turning up in circles
And I’m spinning on my knuckles
Don’t forget that there are circles left undone
And very close to me
Forgive me Comfort me
I’m crawling on the floor Rolling on the ground
There’s a blanket wrapped around my head
I’m moving in a line that’s shaped like this
I’m holding in my breath I have a room
Can you tell if I am lying
Don’t forget that I’m living inside
The space where walls and floor meet
There’s a box inside my chest
An animal stuffed with my frustration
Can you hear me?
Don’t forget that I’m alone when you’re away
You make me act like other people do
Forgive me Comfort me You comfort me
You make me die I’m gonna cry I won’t go home
Don’t kill the god of sadness
Just don’t let her get you down
See that man inside that book I read
Can’t handle his own head
So what the hell am I supposed to do?
I’d like to know how he died
My hands are shaking Don’t you love me anymore
I only need a person, keep my shoulders
Stand around lie down
Move your hand above the floor
Gather me up because I’m lost
Or I’m back where I started from
I’m crawling on the ground Rolling on the floor
I’m gonna cry You look for me
Love Kristin, P.S. keep them coming