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When you step, you got to step with your hips now.
And when you slide, you got to let your backbone slip now.
When you’re out on the floor you’ve got just one mission:
When you’re out on the floor just forget your inhibition.
It Don’t Matter How You Dance when you’re rocking the beat.
It don’t matter how you dance, just be moving your feet.
It don’t matter how you dance.
It don’t matter how you dance if you’re rocking the groove
It don’t matter how you dance, just get yourself up and move.
It don’t matter how you dance.
And when you spin, you don’t have to be a ballerino.
And when you tango, you don’t have to be a Valentino.
When the music sounds good with that low boogaloo,
when the music is fine you can’t let nobody stop you.
It Don’t Matter How You Dance…
And when you strut, you can strut like a cockatoo,
‘cause when you strut there ain’t nobody watching you.
What I’m trying to say, I know you’ll understand:
you know it feels good to be moving with the band.
It Don’t Matter How You Dance…
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Kate Long - Lightly Row
01:55
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Lightly row, lightly row, o’er the glassy waves we go,
Smoothly glide, smoothly glide on the silent tide.
Let the wind and weather be mingled with our harmony.
Sing and float, sing and float in our little boat.
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Har Du Sett
00:53
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Har du sett min skälleko, skälleko?
Har du sett och vill du si ‘na?
Har du sett min skälleko, skälleko?
Har du sett dess kalv?
Have you seen my cow with a bell around her neck?
Have you seen her and would you like to see her?
Have you seen my cow with a bell around her neck?
Have you seen her calf?
Ostinato words: Hö = hay, Pressjärne = old fashioned iron (for ironing clothes) Hyvelspån = wood shavings
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Lady Lucks - Tula Hem
03:37
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Tula hem och tula vall,
tula långt åt mossen.
Kål fick jag när jag kom hem,
kål fick jag i påsen.
Mjölken var båd’ gul och blå,
osten såg jag lite å,
smöret smakte jag aldrig.
Tula home and tula meadow
Tula far away in the raised bog
Cabbage is what I ate at home,
cabbage was in my knapsack.
The milk was both yellow and blue,
the cheese I didn’t see at all,
I never even got to taste the butter
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A Section: Msichana atembea na kikapu cha maji
A girl is walking with a basket of water
Acheza ndi ndi dadangu
She is playing ndi ndi my sister
Akusalimu jambo
She is greeting you hello
Asema jambo
She says hello
Asema sijambo
She says she is fine
B Section: Kongolo,kongolo
Kongolo kongolo
Na jitu hili
And this monster
Linawamaliza watoto wetu
He (the monster) is devouring our children
Kapera kweli
He’s really a bachelor
Na gari la moshi chukuchuku
And the train
Kabeba mahindi
It is carrying maize
Kabeba watoto wetu
It Is caring our children
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Squall of crows above my street,
There in throws of joy we meet.
Tufted hollow wings,
hollow wings of night,
Capture golden beams of light,
Of light.
The barren twigs in tops of trees,
Sift the howl of winter breeze.
Throated reeds of wind,
reeds of wind chill breath,
Hunger calls for what is left,
What is left.
Sky glows, wind blows, close of day,
The crow goes caw, caw, caw…
Soulful, soaring, calling,
Crow throng song, caw calling,
cacophony, symphony.
The only leaves that winter knows,
in tops of trees are leaves of crows.
Above my street, the wind blows
Cacophony of leaving crows,
Here we meet without woes,
The boundless joy of evening crows.
The only leaves that winter knows,
in tops of trees are leaves of crows.
-Malcolm Dalglish
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Lunka på, lunka på.
Vi har långan väg att gå.
Hopp, mor Annika, hopp, min lilla Annika.
Trudge along, trudge along.
We have such a long way ahead of us.
Skip, ma Annika, skip, my little Annika.
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Gül açdı, bahar oldu,
Yar məndən kənar oldu.
Gülüm, naz ilə baxma,
Könlümü yandırıb yaxma!
Flowers have blossomed, spring has come,
But my beloved has become distant.
Sweetheart, do not look at me flirtatiously,
Don’t burn and destroy my heart!
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Henry Lawes - The Lark
02:40
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Swift through the yielding air I glide,
while night's sable shades abide:
Yet in my flight (though ne're so fast)
I tune and time the wild winds blast:
And ere the sun be come about,
teach the young lark his lesson out;
Who early as the day is born
sings his shrill anthem to the rising morn:
Let never mortal lose the pains
to imitate my aiery strains,
Whose pitch too high for human ears,
was set me by the tuneful spheres.
I carol to the fairies' King,
wakes him a-morning when I sing:
And when the sun stoops to the deep,
rock him again and his fair Queen asleep.
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Min Rose Min Lilja
03:37
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Min ros, min lilja, jag skulle vilja,
leva alla livets dar med dig.
När grå jag blivit, då har jag givit,
alla min dar till dig min vän.
My rose, my lily, I would like to
spend the rest of my days together with you.
Once I have turned gray, then I will have given,
all of my days to you, my friend.
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Go tell Aunt Rhody (x3)
The old gray goose is dead.
The one she’s been saving (X3)
To make a feather bed.
She died in the millpond (X3)
Standing on her head.
The goslings are crying, (X3)
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Reinvention Parade
03:31
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John Valdez - Drum Talk
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