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I Sing About You
03:26
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I sing about you
I could now sing about heroes,
or about poets ahead of their time.
I could now sing about the outcasts,
the abandoned people on our streets.
I could sing about freedom,
or the much needed equal rights.
But this one I sing it to you,
who gave me everything you could:
The music, the music, and not much else.
You could have been like the others,
You never had someone to look up to.
However you decided to pursue
A future that you wanted to be true.
A simple man, an authentic life
And a big don’t know how to.
This one I sing it to you,
who gave me everything you could:
The music, the music, and not much else.
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Fer net
03:23
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Fer net
Deixem
que ens esbandeixi,
que l'aigua
ens esbandeixi
el sediment que ens pesa,
ara que encara som
a la riba bona dels records.
Deixem
que se ho endugui,
que l'aigua
se ho endugui
i ens deixi la certesa
de pensar en el futur,
i confiar en allà on anem.
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Song of Myself
04:15
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Song of Myself
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I celebrate myself, and sing myself.
Always the procreant urge of the world
the procreant urge of the world.
There was never any more inception than there is now,
Nor any more youth or age than there is now,
And will never be any more perfection than there is now,
Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.
Always the procreant urge of the world
the procreant urge of the world.
I’ve heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end,
But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.
Always the procreant urge of the world
the procreant urge of the world.
I’ve heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end,
But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.
There was never any more inception than there is now,
Nor any more youth or age than there is now, than there is now.
And will never be any more perfection than there is now,
Noranymore heaven or hell than there is now, than there is now.
New now nirinirinew now now
New now nirinirinew now now
*Free adaptation of diferent fragments of the poem Song of Myself, by Walt Whitman. The poem was first published by Whitman in 1855 as part of the book Leaves of Grass.
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Your Time to Blossom
03:57
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Your Time to Blossom
When everything feels rotten,
and your world has lost all sense,
you can trust those who love you,
because they saw you growing,
they grew with you.
If you feel like you don't fit in,
you're really not the one to blame,
life is coarse and it is fine,
perhaps that's how it's meant to be,
that's how it's meant to be.
It's your time to blossom.
Live a life nobody can live for you.
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Olor de tu
02:29
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Les mans s'escampen,
els ulls es parlen,
la nit m'envolta
i el teu cos sencer.
La pell s'esberla,
el cos desborda,
i descobreixo
la teva olor en mi.
I què en fem d'això,
d'aquest nostre amor inesperat,
i què en fem d'això,
després de les voltes que hem donat.
El deixem salpar,
que navegui lliure tots els vents.
L'amarrem al port,
que estigui a recer
que estigui segur, i sol.
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Josep Siam San Francisco, California
Josep Siam is a modern Mediterranean indie singer-songwriter and guitarist.
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