Up On The Roof ~ Carole King & James Taylor

Carole King & James Taylor - Up On the Roof (Live)
When this old world starts a getting me down
And people are just too much for me to face
I'll climb way up to the top of the stairs
And all my cares just drift right into space

On the roof, it's peaceful as can be
And there the world below don't bother me, no, no

So when I come home feeling tired and beat
I'll go up where the air is fresh and sweet
I'll get far away from the hustling crowd
And all the rat-race noise down in the street

On the roof, that's the only place I know
Look at the city, baby
Where you just have to wish to make it so
Let's go up on the roof

And at night the stars they put on a show for free
And, darling, you can share it all with me
That's what I said
Keep on telling you

That right smack dab in the middle of town
I found a paradise that's troubleproof
And if this old world starts a getting you down
There's room enough for two
Up on the roof...

The Giving Tree ~ Sheldon Allan Silverstein

The Giving Tree (In English & Chinese)
Once there was a tree....
and she loved a little boy.
And everyday the boy would come
and he would gather her leaves
and make them into crowns
and play king of the forest.
He would climb up her trunk
and swing from her branches
and eat apples.
And they would play hide-and-go-seek.
And when he was tired,
he would sleep in her shade.
And the boy loved the tree....
very much.
And the tree was happy.
But time went by.
And the boy grew older.
And the tree was often alone.
Then one day the boy came to the tree
and the tree said, "Come, Boy, come and
climb up my trunk and swing from my
branches and eat apples and play in my
shade and be happy."
"I am too big to climb and play" said
the boy.
"I want to buy things and have fun.
I want some money?"
"I'm sorry," said the tree, "but I
have no money.
I have only leaves and apples.
Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in
the city. Then you will have money and
you will be happy."
And so the boy climbed up the
tree and gathered her apples
and carried them away.
And the tree was happy.
But the boy stayed away for a long time....
and the tree was sad.
And then one day the boy came back
and the tree shook with joy
and she said, "Come, Boy, climb up my trunk
and swing from my branches and be happy."
"I am too busy to climb trees," said the boy.
"I want a house to keep me warm," he said.
"I want a wife and I want children,
and so I need a house.
Can you give me a house ?"
" I have no house," said the tree.
"The forest is my house,
but you may cut off
my branches and build a
house. Then you will be happy."

And so the boy cut off her branches
and carried them away
to build his house.
And the tree was happy.
But the boy stayed away for a long time.
And when he came back,
the tree was so happy
she could hardly speak.
"Come, Boy," she whispered,
"come and play."
"I am too old and sad to play,"
said the boy.
"I want a boat that will
take me far away from here.
Can you give me a boat?"
"Cut down my trunk
and make a boat," said the tree.
"Then you can sail away...
and be happy."
And so the boy cut down her trunk
and made a boat and sailed away.
And the tree was happy
... but not really.

And after a long time
the boy came back again.
"I am sorry, Boy,"
said the tree," but I have nothing
left to give you -
My apples are gone."
"My teeth are too weak
for apples," said the boy.
"My branches are gone,"
said the tree. " You
cannot swing on them - "
"I am too old to swing
on branches," said the boy.
"My trunk is gone, " said the tree.
"You cannot climb - "
"I am too tired to climb" said the boy.
"I am sorry," sighed the tree.
"I wish that I could give you something....
but I have nothing left.
I am just an old stump.
I am sorry...."
"I don't need very much now," said the boy.
"just a quiet place to sit and rest.
I am very tired."
"Well," said the tree, straightening
herself up as much as she could,
"well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting
Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest."
And the boy did.
And the tree was happy.

Sheldon Allan Silverstein

Chinese Text:

從前有一棵樹，它好愛一個小男孩。每天男孩都會跑來，收集它的葉子，把葉子編成皇冠，扮起森林裡的國王。男孩會爬上樹幹，抓著樹枝盪起鞦韆，吃吃蘋果。

他們會一起玩抓迷藏，玩累了，男孩就在他的樹蔭下睡著。男孩好愛這棵樹……好愛喔！樹好快樂！日子一天天的過去…男孩長大了，樹常常好孤單……

有一天男孩來到樹下，樹說：「來啊，孩子，來，爬上我的樹幹，抓著我的樹枝盪鞦韆，吃吃蘋果，在我的樹蔭下玩耍，快快樂樂的。」「我不是小孩子了，我不要爬樹和玩耍，」男孩說 「我要買東西來玩，我要錢。你可以給我一些錢嗎？」

「真抱歉，」樹說，「我沒有錢。我只有樹葉和蘋果。孩子，拿我的蘋果到城裡去賣。這樣，你就會有錢，你就會快樂了。」

於是男孩爬到樹上，摘下她的蘋果，把蘋果通通帶走了。樹好快樂。

但是男孩好久沒有再來看樹了……樹好傷心。

有一天，男孩回來了，樹高興地發抖，她說：「來啊，孩子，爬上我的樹幹，抓著我的樹枝盪鞦韆，快快樂樂的。」「我太忙了，沒時間爬樹。」男孩說：「我想要一間房子保暖，」他說。「我想要妻子和小孩，所以我需要房子，你能給我一間房子嗎？」「我沒有房子，」樹說森林就是我的房子，不過你可以砍下我的樹枝去建屋， 這樣你就會快樂了。」

於是男孩砍下了她的樹枝，把樹枝帶走去建屋。樹好快樂….可是男孩好久都沒有再來，所以當男孩再回來時，樹好快樂….快樂得幾乎說不出話來「來啊，孩子，」她輕輕地說。「過來，來玩啊！」「我又老又傷心，玩不動了，」男孩說

「我想要一條船，可以帶我離開這裡，妳可以給我一艘船嗎？」「砍下我的樹幹去造船吧！這樣你就可以遠航…你就會快樂」樹說，於是男孩砍下她的樹幹造了條船，坐船走了，樹好快樂……但不是真的。

過了好久好久，那男孩又再回來了。「我很抱歉，孩子」樹說，「我已經沒有東西可以給你了……」「我的蘋果沒了。」「我的牙齒也咬不動蘋果了，」男孩說。

「我的樹枝沒了，你不能在上面盪鞦韆……」樹說。「我太老了，沒有辦法在樹枝上盪鞦韆，」男孩說。「我的樹幹沒了，你不能爬……」樹說。「我太累了，爬不動的。」男孩說。「我真希望我能給你什麼……可是我什麼也沒了。我只剩下一塊老樹幹。我很抱歉……」「我現在要的不多，」男孩說。「只要一個安靜可以休息的地方。我好累好累。」「好啊！」樹一邊說，一邊努力挺直身子，

「正好啊，老樹根是最適合做下來休息的。來啊，孩子，坐下來，坐下來休息。」男孩坐了下來，樹好快樂………。

It's Not Goodbye - (OST from Sweet November) ~ Laura Pausini

Laura Pausini ~ it's not goodbye - sweet november
And what if I never kiss your lips again
Or feel the touch of your sweet embrace
How would I ever go on
Without you there's no place to belong

Well someday love is gonna lead you back to me
But 'til it does I'll have an empty heart
So I'll just have to believe
Somewhere out there you thinking of me

Until the day I'll let you go
Until we say our next hello
It's not goodbye
'Til I see you again
I'll be right here rememberin' when
And if time is on our side
There will be no tears to cry
On down the road
There is one thing I can't deny
It's not goodbye


You'd think I'd be strong enough to make it through
And rise above when the rain falls down
But it's so hard to be strong
When you've been missin' somebody so long

It's just a matter of time I'm sure
But time takes time and I can't hold on
So won't you try as hard as you can
To put my broken heart together again

Until the day I'll let you go
Until we say our next hello
It's not goodbye
'Til I see you again
I'll be right here rememberin' when
And if time is on our side
There will be no tears to cry
On down the road
There is one thing I can't deny
It's not goodbye

57 ~ I plucked your flower ~ Rabindranath Tagore

57

I plucked your flower, O world!
I pressed it to my heart and the thorn pricked.
When the day waned and it darkened, I found that the flower had faded, but the pain remained.

More flowers will come to you with perfume and pride, O world!
But my time for flower-gathering is over, and through the dark night I have not my rose, only the pain remains.

Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener

Fast Car ~ Tracy Chapman

Fast Car ~ Tracy Chapman
You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere

Anyplace is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
But me myself I got nothing to prove

You got a fast car
And I got a plan to get us out of here
I been working at the convenience store
Managed to save just a little bit of money
We won't have to drive too far
Just 'cross the border and into the city
You and I can both get jobs
And finally see what it means to be living

You see my old man's got a problem
He live with the bottle that's the way it is
He says his body's too old for working
I say his body's too young to look like his
My mama went off and left him
She wanted more from life than he could give
I said somebody's got to take care of him
So I quit school and that's what I did

You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so we can fly away
We gotta make a decision
We leave tonight or live and die this way

I remember we were driving driving in your car
The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

You got a fast car
And we go cruising to entertain ourselves
You still ain't got a job
And I work in a market as a checkout girl
I know things will get better
You'll find work and I'll get promoted
We'll move out of the shelter
Buy a big house and live in the suburbs
You got a fast car
And I got a job that pays all our bills
You stay out drinking late at the bar
See more of your friends than you do of your kids
I'd always hoped for better
Thought maybe together you and me would find it
I got no plans I ain't going nowhere
So take your fast car and keep on driving

You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so you can fly away
You gotta make a decision
You leave tonight or live and die this way

Lean Out Of The Window ~ James Joyce (1882-1941)

LEAN OUT OF THE WINDOW

LEAN out of the window,
Goldenhair,
I heard you singing
A merry air.

My book was closed;
I read no more,
Watching the fire dance
On the floor.

I have left my book,
I have left my room,
For I heard you singing
Through the gloom.

Singing and singing
A merry air,
Lean out of the window,
Goldenhair.

by: James Joyce (1882-1941)

Maria ~ Blondie

Maria ~ Blondie
She moves like she don't care
Smooth as silk
Cool as air
Oooh it makes you wanna’ cry
She doesn't know your name and your heart beats like a subway train
Oooh it makes you wanna’ die
Oooh don't you wanna’ take her?
Wanna' make her all your own?
Maria
You've gotta see her
Go insane and out of your mind
Latina
Ave Maria
A million and one candlelight’s
I've seen this thing before
In my best friends and the boy next door
Fool for love and full of fire
Won't come in from the rain
She's oceans running down the drain
Blue as ice and desire
Don't you wanna’ make her?
Oooh don't you wanna’ take her home?
Maria
You've gotta see her
Go insane and out of your mind
Latina
Ave Maria
A million and one candlelight’s
Oooh don't you wanna’ break her?
Oooh don't you wanna’ take her home?
She walks like she don't care
You wanna’ take her everywhere
Oooh it makes you wanna cry
She's like a millionaire
Walking on imported air
Oooh it makes you wanna’ die
Maria
You've gotta see her
Go insane and out of your mind
Latina
Ave Maria
A million and one candlelight’s
Maria
You've gotta see her
Go insane and out of your mind
Regina
Ave Maria
A million and one candlelight’s
Maria
You've gotta see her
Go insane and out of your mind
Regina
Ave Maria
A million and one candlelight’s
Maria
You've gotta see her
Go insane and out of your mind
Regina
Ave Maria
A million and one candlelight’s

Toad (癩蛤蟆) ~ BaKoGi

Toad cries up,
Loud as could be,
Rain… rain……. rain,
Running up and down on stage,
Some cheer him on.

Toad whines,
Why drought’s on,
No rain, no rain, why no rain,
Cursing village chief, wind and cloud,
Folks Clap him on.

Poor toad,
As he tries to goad
Woeful folks,
Cry of blames,
Lie in vain, still no Rain,
It’s a shame.

BaKoGi

79. I often wonder where lie hidden ~ Rabindranath Tagore

79
I often wonder where lie hidden the boundaries of recognition
between man and the beast whose heart knows no spoken language.
Through what primal paradise in a remote morning of creation ran
the simple path by which their hearts visited each other.
Those marks of their constant tread have not been effaced though
their kinship has been long forgotten.
Yet suddenly in some wordless music the dim memory wakes up and
the beast gazes into the man's face with a tender trust, and
the man looks down into its eyes with amused affection.
It seems that the two friends meet masked and vaguely know each
other through the disguise.

Rabindranath Tagore (The Gardener)

Corruption ~ Bhakta Raj Giri, Bhutan

CORRUPTION

Law fails
Injustice rules,
Fools rejoice
Wise Suffers.

Morality quits
Money governs,
Light fades
Darkness engulfs.

Own mother kicked out
But adopted, in,
Undiscerned to recognize
Between holy and sin.

Pious hearts break
Perfidious breeds
Majority subjugated
Few elevated.

Development freezes
Starvation booms,
Nation cries
But citizen never thinks.

Bhakta Raj Giri, Bhutan

What Can I Do? ~ The Corrs

The Corrs - What Can I Do?
I haven't slept at all in days
It's been so long since we've talked
And I have been here many times
I just don't know what I'm doing wrong

What can I do to make you love me
What can I do to make you care
What can I say to make you feel this
What can I do to get you there

There's only so much I can take
And I just got to let it go
And who knows I might feel better
If I don't try and I don't hope

What can I do to make you love me
What can I do to make you care
What can I say to make you feel this
What can I do to get you there

No more waiting, No more aching
No more fighting, No more trying

Maybe there's nothing more to say
And in a funny way I'm calm
Because the power is not mine
I'm just gonna let it fly

What can I do to make you love me
What can I do to make you care
What can I say to make you feel this
What can I do to get you there

Love me..

You Win Again ~ Bee Gees

You Win Again ~ Bee Gees
I couldn't figure why
You couldn't give me what everybody needs
I shouldn't let you kick me when I'm down
My baby
I find out everybody know that
You've been using me
I'm surprised you
Let me stay around you
One day I'm gonna lift the cover
And look inside your heart
We gotta level before we go
And tear this love apart

(CHORUS)
There's no fight you can't fight
This battle of love with me
You win again
So little time
We do nothing but compete
There's no life on earth
No other could see me through
You win again
Some never try
But if anybody can, we can
And I'll be, I'll be
Following you

Oh baby I shake you from now on
I'm gonna break down your defenses
One by one
I'm gonna hit you from all sides
Lay your fortress open wide
Nobody stops this body from
Taking you

You better beware, I swear
I'm gonna be there one day when you fall
I could never let you cast aside
The greatest love of all

(Repeat Chorus)

Keep Me Fully Glad ~ Rabindranath Tagore

Keep Me Fully Glad
II
Keep me fully glad with nothing. Only take my hand in your hand.
In the gloom of the deepening night take up my heart and play with it as you list. Bind me close to you with nothing.
I will spread myself out at your feet and lie still. Under this clouded sky I will meet silence with silence. I will become one with the night clasping the earth in my breast.
Make my life glad with nothing.
The rains sweep the sky from end to end. Jasmines in the wet untamable wind revel in their own perfume. The cloud-hidden stars thrill in secret. Let me fill to the full my heart with nothing but my own depth of joy.

Rabindranath Tagore

This Years Love ~ David Gray

This years love had better last
Heaven knows it's high time
And I've been waiting on my own too long
But when you hold me like you do
It feels so right
I start to forget
How my heart gets torn
When that hurt gets thrown
Feeling like you can't go on

Turning circles when time again
It cuts like a knife oh yeah
If you love me got to know for sure
Cos it takes something more this time
Than sweet sweet lies
Before I open up my arms and fall
Losing all control
Every dream inside my soul
And when you kiss me
On that midnight street
Sweep me off my feet
Singing ain't this life so sweet

This years love had better last
This years love had better last

So whose to worry
If our hearts get torn
When that hurt gets thrown
Don't you know this life goes on
And won't you kiss me
On that midnight street
Sweep me off my feet
Singing ain't this life so sweet

This years love had better last
This years love had better last
This years love had better last
This years love had better last

Let America be America Again ~ Langston Hughes

Let America be America Again

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There's never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek--
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one's own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean--
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today--O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That's made America the land it has become.
O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home--
For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore,
And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa's strand I came
To build a "homeland of the free."

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we've dreamed
And all the songs we've sung
And all the hopes we've held
And all the flags we've hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay--
Except the dream that's almost dead today.

O, let America be America again--
The land that never has been yet--
And yet must be--the land where every man is free.
The land that's mine--the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME--
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose--
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people's lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath--
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain--
All, all the stretch of these great green states--
And make America again!

Langston Hughes