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The long and winding road - Beatles

De Lennon & McCartney
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The long and winding road
That leads to your door
Will never disappear
Ive seen that road before
It always leads me her
Lead me to you door
The wild and windy night
That the rain washed away
Has left a pool of tears
Crying for the day
Why leave me standing here
Let me know the way
Many times Ive been alone
And many times Ive cried
Any way youll never know
The many ways Ive tried
But still they lead me back
To the long winding road
You left me standing here
A long long time ago
Dont leave me waiting here
Lead me to your door
But still they lead me back
To the long winding road
You left me standing here
A long long time ago
Dont leave me waiting here
Lead me to your door

Quotes for Lost in Translation

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Bob: What are you doing? Charlotte: My husband's a photographer, so he's here working. I wasn't doing anything so I came along. Bob: What do you do? Charlotte: I'm not sure yet, actually.
Bob: Can you keep a secret? I'm trying to organize a prison break. I'm looking for, like, an accomplice. We have to first get out of this bar, then the hotel, then the city, and then the country. Are you in or you out? Charlotte: I'm in. I'll go pack my stuff. Bob: I hope that you've had enough to drink. It's going to take courage.
Charlotte: I just don't know what I'm supposed to be. Bob: You'll figure that out. The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.
Charlotte: I tried taking pictures, but they were so mediocre. I guess every girl goes through a photography phase. You know, horses... taking pictures of your feet.
Stills Photographer: Are you drinking, no? Bob: Am I drinking? As soon as I'm done.
Charlotte: You're probably just having a mid-life crisis. Did you buy a Porsche yet?
Kelly: John, John. You are my favorite photographer. John: Ohhh... Kelly: No. You are. I only want you to shoot me. It's true. [both laugh] Kelly: Oh my God, I have the worst B.O. right now, I'm sorry. [both laugh again]
Bob: For relaxing times, make it Suntory time.
Charlotte: That was the worst lunch. Bob: So bad. What kind of restaurant makes you cook your own food?
[after a long speech in Japanese] Ms. Kawasaki: He want you to turn and look in camera. Okay? Bob: Is that all he said?
Premium Fantasy woman: Mr. Kazu sent me, premium fantasy. My stockings. Rip them. [sounds like "lip them"] Premium Fantasy woman: Rip my stockings. Yes, please, rip them. Bob: What? Premium Fantasy woman: Rip them. HEY! Rip my stocking! Bob: Hey? Lip them? Lip them? What?
[rolling around on the floor, waving her legs in the air] Premium Fantasy woman: Oh Mr. Harris! Don't touch me! Mr. Bob Harris! Just rip my stocking!
Bob: I don't get that close to the glass until I'm on the floor.
[at a photo shoot] Bob: You want more mysterious? I'll just try and think, "Where the hell's the whiskey?"
Stills Photographer: You know double-O-7? Bob: He drinks martinis, but all right.
Kelly: I'm under Evelyn Waugh. Charlotte: Evelyn Waugh was a man.
John: Why do you have to point out how stupid everyone is all the time?
Lydia Harris: [over the phone] Is this a bad time? Bob: [pauses] No, it's always a good time. Lydia Harris: The burgundy carpet is out of stock: it's going to take twelve weeks. Did you like any of the other colors? Bob: Whatever you like - I'm just completely lost. Lydia Harris: It's just carpet. Bob: That's not what I'm talking about. Lydia Harris: What are you talking about? Bob: I don't know. I just want to... get healthy. I would like to start taking better care of myself. I'd like to start eating healthier - I don't want all that pasta. I would like to start eating like Japanese food. Lydia Harris: [icily] Well, why don't you just stay there and you can have it every day? Bob: [biting his tongue] How are the kids doing? Lydia Harris: They're fine. They miss their father. [pause] Lydia Harris: Do I need to worry about you, Bob? Bob: Only if you want to.
Bob: You're not hopeless.
Bob: I was feeling tight in the shoulders and neck, so I called down and had a Shiatsu massage in my room... Charlotte: Mmh, that's nice! Bob: And the tightness has completely disappeared and been replaced by unbelievable pain. [Charlotte laughs]
Bob: It gets a whole lot more complicated when you have kids. Charlotte: It's scary. Bob: The most terrifying day of your life is the day the first one is born. Charlotte: Nobody ever tells you that. Bob: Your life, as you know it... is gone. Never to return. But they learn how to walk, and they learn how to talk... and you want to be with them. And they turn out to be the most delightful people you will ever meet in your life. Charlotte: That's nice.
Bob: Enjoy your fright.
Bob: Enjoy my jacket, which you stole from me.
Charlotte: So, what are you doing here? Bob: Uh, a couple of things. Taking a break from my wife, forgetting my son's birthday. And, uh, getting paid two million dollars to endorse a whiskey when I could be doing a play somewhere. Charlotte: Oh. Bob: But the good news is, the whiskey works.
Charlotte: Let's never come here again because it will never be as much fun.
Bob: I don't want to leave. Charlotte: So don't. Stay here with me. We'll start a jazz band.
Charlotte: 25 years. That's uh, well it's impressive. Bob: Well you figure, you sleep one-third of your life, that knocks out eight years of marriage right there. So you're, y'know, down to 16 in change. You know you're just a teenager, at marriage, you can drive it but there's still the occasional accident.
Charlotte: [after Bob tells her of his back pain] I'm in pain, I got my foot banged up. Wanna see it? Bob: [to Chef, sarcastically] How do you say no? [sees the foot] Bob: Oh, my gosh! When did you do this? Charlotte: I did it the other day, it hurts, y'know? Bob: Didn't you feel any pain? Charlotte: Yeah, it really hurt. Bob: That toe is almost dead. [Charlotte laughs] Bob: I think I got to take you to a doctor, you can't just put that back in the shoe. Well, you either go to a doctor or you leave it here. [regarding Chef] Bob: He's smiling. You like that idea? See they love black toe in this country. [Charlotte continues laughing]
Director: [in Japanese] Mr. Bob-san, you are relaxing in your study. On the table is a bottle of Suntory whiskey. Got it? Look slowly, with feeling, at the camera, and say it gently - say it as if you were speaking to an old friend. Just like Bogie in Casablanca, "Here's looking at you, kid" - Suntory time. Translator: Umm. He want you to turn, looking at camera. OK? Bob: That's all he said? Translator: Yes. Turn to camera. Bob: All right. Does he want me to turn from the right, or turn from the left? Translator: [to director, in Japanese] Uh, umm. He's ready now. He just wants to know if he's supposed to turn from the left or turn from the right when the camera rolls. What should I tell him? Director: [in Japanese] What difference does it make! Makes no difference! Don't have time for that! Got it, Bob-san? Just psych yourself up, and quick! Look straight at the camera. At the camera. And slowly. With passion. Straight at the camera. And in your eyes there's... passion. Got it? Translator: [to Bob] Right side. And with intensity. OK? Bob: Is that everything? It seemed like he said quite a bit more than that. Director: [to Bob, in Japanese] Listen, listen. This isn't just about whiskey. Understand? Imagine you're talking to an old friend. Gently. The emotions bubble up from the bottom of your heart. And don't forget, psych yourself up! Translator: Like an old friend. And, into the camera. Bob: OK. Director: [in Japanese] Got it? You *love* whiskey. It's *Suntory* time. OK? Bob: OK. Director: OK? Bob: [nods] Director: [to crew] OK!

Hendrix - Burning Of The Midnight Lamp

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The morning is dead
And the day is, too
There's nothing left here to meet me
But the velvet moon
All my loneliness I have felt today
It's like a little more than enough
To make a man throw himself away

And I continue
To burn the midnight lamp
Alone

Now the smiling portrait of you
Is still hangin' on my frowning wall
It really doesn't, really doesn't bother me too much at all
It's just the ever falling dust
That makes it so hard for me to see
That forgotten earring layin' on the floor
Facing coldly towards the door

I continue
To burn the midnight lamp
Lord, alone

Loneliness is such a drag

So here I sit to face
That same old fire place
Gettin' ready for the same old explosion
Goin' through my mind
And soon enough time will tell,
About the circus in the wishing well
And someone who will buy and sell for me
Someone to toll my bell

But I continue
To burn the midnight lamp
Lord, alone
Darlin' can't ya hear me callin' you?
So lonely
Gonna have to blow my mind
Lonely

What can I do for You? - Bob Dylan

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You have given everything to me.
What can I do for You?
You have given me eyes to see.
What can I do for You?

Pulled me out of bondage and You made me renewed inside,
Filled up a hunger that had always been denied,
Opened up a door no man can shut and You opened it up so wide
And You've chosen me to be among the few.
What can I do for You?

You have laid down Your life for me.
What can I do for You?
You have explained every mystery.
What can I do for You?

Soon as a man is born, you know the sparks begin to fly,
He gets wise in his own eyes and he's made to believe a lie.
Who would deliver him from the death he's bound to die?
Well, You've done it all and there's no more anyone can pretend to do.
What can I do for You?

You have given all there is to give.
What can I do for You?
You have given me life to live.
How can I live for You?

I know all about poison, I know all about fiery darts,
I don't care how rough the road is, show me where it starts,
Whatever pleases You, tell it to my heart.
Well, I don't deserve it but I sure did make it through.
What can I do for You?



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Summertime (da opera Porgy and Bess") - Gerswhin

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Summertime, time, time,
Child, the living's easy.
Fish are jumping out
And the cotton, Lord,
Cotton's high, Lord so high.

Your daddy's rich
And your ma is so good-looking, baby.
She's a-looking good now,
Hush, baby, baby, baby, baby now,
No, no, no, no, no, no, no,
Don't you cry, don't you cry.

One of these mornings
You're gonna rise, rise up singing,
You're gonna spread your wings, child,
And take, take to the sky,
Lord, the sky.

But until that morning,
Honey, n-n-nothing's going to harm ya,
No, no, no no, no no, no...
Don't you cry — cry.

Time - Pink Floyd

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Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but youre older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought Id something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
Its good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.