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Look In Thy Glass
06:53
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If you prick us, do we not bleed?
If you tickle us, do we not laugh?
If you poison us, do we not die?
And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another;
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
For where is she so fair whose unear’d womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb
Of his self-love, to stop posterity?
Thou art thy mother’s glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime:
So thou through windows of thine age shall see
Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time.
But if thou live, remember’d not to be,
Die single, and thine image dies with thee.
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Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover and the poet
Are of imagination all compact.
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold:
That is, the madman. The lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt.
The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven,
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
Such tricks hath strong imagination,
That if it would but apprehend some joy,
It comprehends some bringer of that joy;
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven,
Or in the night, imagining some fear,
How easy is a bush supposed a bear!
Sambinha para Willian
music: João Farinha
text: Maria João
Carolina carolice
Calorias demais
Encalorada Carolina
Muitos quilos a mais
Seu William que é poeta
Bem magrinho peso pluma
Apaixonado pela nega
Procurando sua espuma
Amando muito a matulona
Se aninhando nela
E o seu vizinho um tal Romeu
Entregador de pizza fast
E se acabava todo dia pela sua Julieta
Que coisa linda os dois casais
Muito close muito hot
Troca troca entre si
Mas que saudável fusuê
Viva Juli
Viva Willy
Viva Romeu
Viva Carol
Vivao Amor
Vivao Amor
Deixa eu pôr-te a mão
Nalguns sítios noutros não
Abra bem seu coração
Viva o amor
Viva Carol
Seu William
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Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind;
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Nor hath Love’s mind of any judgment taste.
Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste.
And therefore is Love said to be a child
Because in choice he is so oft beguiled.
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4. |
Romeo
08:04
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O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name.
Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love
And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.
‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy:
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What’s Montague? It is nor hand nor foot
Nor arm nor face nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O be some other name.
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy:
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's a Montague? It is nor hand nor foot,
Nor arm nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man.
O be some other name!
What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other word would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection
which he owes without that title
Romeo doff thy name,
and for thy name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.
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5. |
Willow
06:47
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The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,
Sing all a green willow.
Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,
Sing willow, willow, willow.
The fresh streams ran by her, and murmured her moans,
Sing willow, willow, willow.
Her salt tears fell from her, and softened the stones
Sing willow, willow, willow—
Lay by these—
Willow, willow—
Prithee, hie thee, he’ll come anon—
Sing all a green willow must be my garland.
Let nobody blame him, his scorn I approve
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“The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus.
Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music.”
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7. |
Sigh No More, Ladies
07:43
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Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more.
Men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea, and one on shore,
One foot in sea, and one on shore,
One foot in sea, and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into hey nonny, nonny.
Sing no more ditties, sing no more
Of dumps so dull and heavy.
The fraud of men was ever so
The fraud of men was ever so
The fraud of men was ever so
Since summer first was leafy.
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into hey, nonny, nonny.
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8. |
The Tempest
04:40
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Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloudcapp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
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Maria João | OGRE electric Lisboa, Portugal
OGRE is a project that mixes jazz, electronic music and other sounds.
The band is
headed by internationally acclaimed singer Maria João and includes João Farinha on fender rhodes and synthesizers, pianist Júlio Resende, drummer Joel Silva and Andre Nascimento on electronics.
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