You don’t own me
I’m not just one of your little toys
You don’t own me
Don’t say I can’t go with other boys
And don’t tell me what to do
And don’t tell me what to say
And when I go out with you
Don’t put me on display
You don’t own me
Don’t try to change me in anyway
You don’t own me
Don’t tie me down, cos I’ll never stay
I don’t tell you what to say
I don’t tell you what to do
So just let me be myself
That’s all I ask of you
I’m young, (I’m young) and I love to be young
I’m free, (so free) and I love to be free To live my life the way that I want To say and do whatever I please
You Don’t Own Me - Bette Midler, Diane Keaton & Goldie Hawn
Guess there are times when we all need to share a little pain
And ironing out the rough spots
Is the hardest part when memories remain
And it’s times like these when we all need to hear the radio
`Cause from the lips of some old singer
We can share the troubles we already know
Turn them on, turn them on
Turn on those sad songs
When all hope is gone
Why don’t you tune in and turn them on
They reach into your room
Just feel their gentle touch
When all hope is gone
Sad songs say so much
Elton John & Bernie Taupin - Sad songs (say so much)
I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style,
And so I came to see him and listen for a while.
And there he was this young boy, stranger to my eyes,
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song.
I felt all flushed with fever,
Embarrassed by the crowd,
I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud.
I prayed that he would finish,
But he just kept right on strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song
Te busco entre la gente de las plazas.
Te busco en las calles de ciudades que ya no recuerdas.
Te busco en el perfume de mujeres que pasan, en los silencios que crecen cuando ellas no hablan.
Te guardo una tarde de sol por si la quieres. Ese es un tesoro que nadie podra arrebatarte.
Te guardo una mirada risueña que nada pretende.
Te guardo en un bolsillo el calor de mi piel por si vinieses.
“Una tarde de sol” - Manolo García
Háblame en la hora calma de la media noche
Háblame para que no se duerman mis sentidos, háblame
(..)
Va y viene mi alma de esponja
Viene y va si tú me hablas,
Si tú me cuentas cosas
“Para que no se duerman mis sentidos” - Manolo García
