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Oh, Monah
Words & music by Ted Weems & "Country" Washburn.
An old colored preacher was settin' on a log, (Oh! Monah)
Had his finger on the trigger and his eye on a hog. (Oh! Monah)
Well, the gun said "Boo!" and the hog went vip, (Oh! Monah)
And the preacher grabbed him with all his grip. (Oh! Monah)
CHORUS
Well, my Monah, you shall be free,
Listen here, baby, you know you shall be free,
When the good Lord sets you free.
Only one young man who had the blues. (Oh! Monah)
Had feet so big that he couldn't get shoes, (Oh! Monah)
And the shoe clerk said come back again, (Oh! Monah)
And we'll fit you with the box that the shoes came in. (Oh! Monah)
CHORUS
Well, I was down behind the henhouse on my knees, (Oh! Monah)
And I thought I heard a chicken sneeze. (Oh! Monah)
Oh, well, he sneezed so hard with a whoopin' cough (Oh! Monah)
That he sneezed his head and his tail right off. (Oh! Monah)
CHORUS
[Ensemble:]
Oh, I was flyin' down the road,
Tired team and a heavy load.
Cracked my whip and the lead horse sprung, And the hind horse busted the
wagon tongue.
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Piénsalo Bien Mulata
Agustín Lara
Piénsalo bien mulata
piénsalo bien.
mira que mi alma se
atormenta sin tu amor,
mira que sufro, mira como lloro,
mira que solamente Dios
sabe lo que sufro yo.
Di que tus rosales
florecieron para mí,
dame la sonrisa que dibuja
la esperanza
dime que no te perdí,
dame el sosiego del alma.
Ven que mi cabaña con la
luna pintaré
contando las horas de la
noche esperaré
piensa mujer que te quiero
de veras,
piénsalo bien, piénsalo bien.
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The Continental
Words: Herbert Magidson , music: Con Conrad,
It's something daring, the Continental
A way of dancing that's really ultra new
It's very subtle, the Continental
Because it does what you want it to do
It has a passion, the Continental
An invitation to moonlight and romance
It's quite the fashion, the Continental
Because you tell of your love while you dance
Your lips whisper so tenderly
His eyes answer your song
Two bodies swaying, the Continental,
And you are saying just what you're thinking of
So, keep on dancing the Continental
For it's a song of romance and of love
You kiss while you're dancing
It's continental, oh oh oh, it's continental
You sing while you're dancing
Your voice is gentle, oh oh oh, and sentimental
You'll know before the dance is through
That you're in love with him and he's in love with you
You'll find while you're dancing
That there's a rhythm in your heart and soul,
A certain rhythm that you can't control
And you will do the Continental all the time
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Zwischen Heute und Morgen
(Peter Kreuder / H.F. Beckmann)
Es kann zwischen heute und Morgen
So unsagbar vieles geschehen,
Du kannst zwischen heute und morgen
Eine andere schönere sehen.
Drum sollst du mir heute nichts erzöhlen,
Ich liebe dich so wie du bist.
Man soll sich mit Reden die Stunde nicht stehlen
In denen man besser glöcklich ist. Man sagt oft was man dann später bereut,
Und täusch sich in sein Geföhl.
Das Herz wird zwar älter im laufe der Zeit,
Nur lernen tut es nicht viel.
Es scheint oft, als ob man die Wahrheit spricht,
Und lűgt doch selber nur an,
Drum spar dir die Worte,
Ich glaube die nicht,
Von Liebe spricht schnell jeder Mann. |
Tango Notturno
Ich hab an dich gedacht
Als der Tango Notturno
Zwischen abend und morgen
Aus der Ferne erklang
Meinz Herz ist aufgewacht
Weil der Tango Notturno
Eine zärtliche Kunde
Deine Liebe mir sang
Dass du mein Schicksal bist
Hab' voll Glück ich empfunden
Als in einsamen Stunden
Ich vor Freude geweint
Ich hab an dich gedacht
Als der Tango Notturno
Mit dem Zauber der Töne
Unsere Herzen vereint
Wie die Liebe wirklich ist
Das könnt' Ich euch erzählen
Denn Ich kenne sie sehr gut
Ich weiss dass, sie schön ist
Und weiss, wie weh sie oft tut
Ich hab manchen Mann geküsst
Und hab ihn dann vergessen
Weil ein andrer mich begehrt
Bis einmal der Zufall
den richt'gen Mann mir überstellt
Ich hab an dich gedacht
Als der Tango Notturno
Zwischen abend und morgen
Aus der Ferne erklang
Dass du mein Schicksal bist
Hab' voll Glück ich empfunden
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Hallelujah
Music: Vincent Youmans
Lyrics: Leo Robin + Clifford Grey
Sing Hallelujah, Hallelujah
And you'll shoo the blues away (blues away)
Cares pursue ya
Hallelujah!
Gets you thru the darkest day.
Satan lies a-waitin'
And creatin' skies of grey (skies of grey)
But hallelujah, hallelujah
Helps to shoo the clouds away
I recall in
Times when I was small in
Light and free
Jubilee days
In that sunny
Land of milk and honey
I had no complaints
While I thought of saints
So I say to all who fearful are
Sing Hallelujah
Hallelujah!
And you'll shoo the blues away (Hallelu!)
When cares pursue ya
Hallelujah!
Gets you through the darkest day
Satan lies a-waitin'
And creatin' skies of grey (Skies of grey!)
But Hallelujah, hallelujah
Helps to shoo the clouds away
Up at dawn and hit the deck
Put out your chest and straighten your neck
Gotta be clean without a speck
Tonight the admiral's comin' to check
Here this!
Here that!
Tie your shoes and square your hat
They'll give 'ya the boot if 'ya don't salute
Hup one two!
Satan lies a-waitin'
And creatin' skies of grey (Clouds o' blue!)
But Hallelujah, hallelujah
Sing Hallelujah (Hallelujah!)
Helps to shoo the clouds away
Sing hallelu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lujah! |
Orchids in the moonlight
From the film "Flying Down To Rio" (1933)
(Gus Kahn / Edward Eliscu / Vincent Youmans)
Raul Roulien - 1933
Rudy Vallee & His Connecticut Yankees - 1933
Enric Madriguera & His Orchestra - 1934
When orchids bloom in the moonlight
And lovers vow to be true
I still can dream in the moonlight
Of one dear night that we knew
When orchids fade in the dawning
They speak of tears and good-bye
Though my dreams are shattered
Like the petals scattered
Still my love can never die.
There is peace in the twilight
When the day is through
But the shadows that fall
Only seem to recall
All my longing for you
There is a dream in the moonbeam
Upon the sea of blue
But the moonbeams that fall
Only seem to recall
Love is all, love is you |
Just an echo in the valley
Harry MacGregor Woods (m)
Jimmy Campbell (l) Reg Connolly (l)
Just an echo in the valley,
But it brings back sweet memories of you.
Can't you hear it, through the twilight,
When it answered, "I love you, I do!"
How I wish we were here just like we used to be,
'Cause since you have gone there is nothing left for me.
Just an echo in the valley,
But it brings back sweet memories of you. |
There is a Tavern in the Town
There is a tavern in the town,
In the town,
And there my true love sits him down.
And. drinks his wine with laughter free
And never, never thinks of me.
Refrain:
Fare thee well, for I must leave thee,
Do not let this parting grieve thee,
For they tell me that the "best of friends must part,
Must part.
Adieu, adieu, kind friends
Adieu, adieu, adieu,
I can no longer stay with you,
Stay with you,
So, I'll hang my harp on a weeping willow tred
And may the world go well with thee.
He left me for a damsel dark, damsel dark,
Each Friday night they used to spark, used to spark,
And now my love once true to me
Takes that dark damsel on his knee.
And now I see him nevermore, nevermore;
He never knocks upon my door, on my door;
Oh, woe is me; he pinned a little note,
And these were all the words he wrote:
Oh, dig my grave wide and deep;
Put tombstones at my head and feet;
And on my breast just carve a turtle dove
To signify I died of love. |
Brother, can you spare a dime
Songs of the Great Depression
lyrics by Yip Harburg, music by Jay Gorney (1931)
They used to tell me I was building a dream, and so I followed the mob,
When there was earth to plow, or guns to bear, I was always there right on the job.
They used to tell me I was building a dream, with peace and glory ahead,
Why should I be standing in line, just waiting for bread?
Once I built a railroad, I made it run, made it race against time.
Once I built a railroad; now it's done. Brother, can you spare a dime?
Once I built a tower, up to the sun, brick, and rivet, and lime;
Once I built a tower, now it's done. Brother, can you spare a dime?
Once in khaki suits, gee we looked swell,
Full of that Yankee Doodly Dum,
Half a million boots went slogging through Hell,
And I was the kid with the drum!
Say, don't you remember, they called me Al; it was Al all the time.
Why don't you remember, I'm your pal? Buddy, can you spare a dime?
Once in khaki suits, gee we looked swell,
Full of that Yankee Doodly Dum,
Half a million boots went slogging through Hell,
And I was the kid with the drum!
Say, don't you remember, they called me Al; it was Al all the time.
Say, don't you remember, I'm your pal? Buddy, can you spare a dime? |
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Музыка Планеты: Эстрада 1920-1950-х годов 
