Star Wars Cantina

The Star Wars Cantina

Mark Jonathan Davis.

“Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi, you’re my only hope” (spoken by Princess Leia)

Her name was Leia
She was a princess
With a danish on each ear
And Darth Vader drawing near
So R2-D2
Found Ben Kenobi
He’d have to put the Death Star plans
Into the rebellion’s hands
So Luke and Obi-Wan
Had to get to Alderaan
So they stopped into Mos Eisley to have a drink with Han

(CHORUS)
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Music and blasters
And old Jedi masters
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His name was Solo
He was a pilot
With a blaster at his side
And a smile 12 parsecs wide
There with Chewbacca
He was a wookie
They met with Luke and Obi-Wan
About the Millenium Falcon
Docking bay ninety-four
Stormtroopers at the door
With a flash of Ben’s light-saber, now there’s an arm on the floor

(REPEAT CHORUS)

“Mos Eisley spaceport…you will never find the more wretched hive
of scum and villainy. We must be cautious.” (spoken by Ben Kenobi)

His name was Yoda
He was a muppet
Darth Vader was so bad
And by the way, he’s Luke’s dad
Luke kissed his sister
His hand got cut-off
In that galaxy far, far away
Luke has had a lousy day
Boba Fett was so mean
Jabba had bad hygiene
Why didn’t they all just relax back on Tatooine

(REPEAT CHORUS)

“The force will be with you…always.” (spoken by Ben)

SIMON and GARFUNKEL

April Come She Will

Lyrics & music by Paul SIMON. Interpreted by Paul SIMON et Arthur GARFUNKEL. Album: Sounds of Silence, 1965.

April come she will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain;
May she will stay,
Resting in my arms again.

June she’ll change her tune,
In restless walks she’ll prowl the night;
July, she will fly
And give no warning to her flight.

August, die she must,
The automn winds blow chilly and cold;
September, I’ll remember,
A new love once new has now grown old.

Scarbrorough Fair / Canticle

Lyrics & music by Paul SIMON. Interpreted by Paul SIMON and Arthur GARFUNKEL. Album: Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme, 1966.

Are you going to Scarborough Fair:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
Without no seams nor needle work,
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.

On the side of a hill in the deep forest green.
Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown.
Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.

Tell her to find me an acre of land:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
Between the salt water and the sea strand,
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.

On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves.
Washes the grave with silvery tears.
A soldier cleans and polishes a gun.
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
And gather it all in a bunch of heather,
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.

War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions.
General order their soldiers to kill.
And to fight for a cause they’ve long ago forgotten.

Francisco REPILADO

Chan Chan

(Dm) – (F) – (C or Gm) – (A7)

De (Dm) Alto Cedro voy (F) para Marcane
(C or Gm) Luego a Cueto voy (A7) para Mayari.

El cariiao a,ue te tengo
Yo no lo puedo negar
Se me sale la babita
Yo no lo puedo evitar.

Cuando Juanica y Chan Chan
En el mar cernian arena
Como sacudia el ‘jibe’
A Chan Chan le daba pena.

Limpia el camino de pajas
Que yo me quiero sentar
En aquel tronco que veo
Y asi no puedo llegar.

De Alto Cedro voy para Marcane
Luego a Cueto voy para Mayari.

Phoenix

If I ever feel better

They say an end can be a start
Feels like I’ve been buried yet I’m still alive
It’s like a bad day that never ends
I feel the chaos around me

A thing I don’t try to deny
I’d better learn to accept that
There are things in my life that I can’t control

They say love ain’t nothing but a sore
I don’t even know what love is
Too many tears have had to fall
Don’t you know I’m so tired of it all

I have known terror dizzy spells
Finding out the secrets words won’t tell
Whatever it is it can’t be named
There’s a part of my world that’s fading away

You know I don’t want to be clever
To be brilliant or superior
True like ice, true like fire
Now I know that a breeze can blow me away

Now I know there’s much more dignity
In defeat than in the brightest victory
I’m losing my balance on the tight rope
Tell me please, tell me please, tell me please…

If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it’s all over I’ll let you know

Hang on to the good days
I can lean on my friends
They help me going through hard times

But I’m feeding the enemy
I’m in league with the foe
Blame me for what’s happening
I can’t try, I can’t try, I can’t try…

No one knows the hard times I went through
If happiness came I miss the call
The stormy days ain’t over
I’ve tried and lost know I think that I pay the cost

Now I’ve watched all my castles fall
They were made of dust, after all
Someday all this mess will make me laugh
I can’t wait, I can’t wait, I can’t wait…

If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it’s all over I’ll let you know

If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it’s all over I’ll let you know

It’s like somebody took my place
I ain’t even playing my own game
The rules have changed well I didn’t know
There are things in my life I can’t control

I feel the chaos around me
A thing I don’t try to deny
I’d better learn to accept that
There’s a part of my life that will go away

Dark is the night, cold is the ground
In the circular solitude of my heart
As one who strives a hill to climb
I am sure I’ll come through I don’t know how

They say an end can be a start
Feels like I’ve been buried yet I’m still alive
I’m losing my balance on the tight rope
Tell me please, tell me please, tell me please…

If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it’s all over I’ll let you know

If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it’s all over I’ll let you know

If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it’s all over I’ll let you know

Nickel Creek

Reasons Why

Where am I today? I wish that I knew
‘Cause looking around there’s no sign of you
I don’t remember one jump or one leap
Just quiet steps away from your lead

I’m holding my heart out but clutching it too
Feeling this sort of love that we once knew
I’m calling this home when it’s not even close
Playing the role with nerves left exposed

Standing on a darkened stage
Stumbling through the lines
Others have excuses
I have my reasons why

We get distracted by the dreams of our own
But nobody’s happy while feeling alone
And knowing how hard it hurts when we fall
We lean another ladder against the wrong wall

And climb high to the highest rung
To shake fists at the sky
While others have excuses
I have my reasons why
With so much deception it’s hard not to wonder away
It’s hard not to wonder away, it’s hard not to wonder

Nickelback

How you remind me

Never made it as a wise man,
I couldn’t cut it as a poor man stealing.
Tired of living like a blind man,
I’m sick of sight without a sense of feeling.
And this is how you remind me.
This is how you remind me of what I really am,
This is how you remind me of what I really am.

It’s not like you to say sorry,
I was waiting on a different story,
This time I’m mistaken,
For handing you a heart worth breaking.
And I’ve been wrong,
I’ve been down,
To the bottom of every bottle,
These five words in my head,
Scream, are we having fun yet?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no.

It’s not like you didn’t know that,
I said “I love you” and I swear I still do,
And it must have been so bad,
’cause living with me must have damn near killed you.
And this is how you remind me of what I really am,
This is how you remind me of what I really am.

It’s not like you to say sorry,
I was waiting on a different story,
This time I’m mistaken,
For handing you a heart worth breaking.

And I’ve been wrong,
I’ve been down,
To the bottom of every bottle,
These five words in my head,
Scream, are we having fun yet?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no,
yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no.

Never made it as a wise man,
I couldn’t cut it as a poor man stealing,
And this is how you remind me…
This is how you remind me…
This is how you remind me of what I really am,
This is how you remind me of what I really am.

It’s not like you to say sorry,
I was waiting on a different story,
This time I’m mistaken,
For handing you a heart worth breaking.

And I’ve been wrong,
I’ve been down,
To the bottom of every bottle,
These five words in my head,
Scream, are we having fun yet?

Yeah yeah, are we having fun yet…?

“The Millionairess” OST

Goodness Gracious Me

Interpreted by Peter SELLERS and Sophia LOREN. OST of The Millionairess (1960).

Her: Oh doctor, I’m in trouble.
Him: Well, goodness gracious me.
Her: For every time a certain man
Is standing next to me.
Him: Mmm?
Her: A flush comes to my face
And my pulse begins to race,
It goes boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom-boom-boom,
Him: Oh!
Her: Boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Him: Well, goodness gracious me.

Him: How often does this happen?
When did the trouble start?
You see, my stethoscope is bobbing
To the throbbing of your heart.
Her: What kind of man is he
To create this allergy?
It goes boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom-boom-boom,
Him: Oh!
Her: Boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Him: Well, goodness gracious me.

Him: From New Delhi to Darjeeling
I have done my share of healing,
And I’ve never yet been beaten or outboxed,
I remember that with one jab
Of my needle in the Punjab
How I cleared up beriberi
And the dreaded dysentery,
But your complaint has got me really foxed.
Her: Oh.

Her: Oh doctor, touch my fingers.
Him: Well, goodness gracious me.
Her: You may be very clever
But however, can’t you see,
My heart beats much too much
At a certain tender touch,
It goes boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom-boom-boom,
Him: I like it!
Her: Boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Him: Well, goodness gracious me.

Him: Can I see your tongue?
Her: Aaah.
Him: Nothing the matter with it, put it away please.
Her: Maybe it’s my back.
Him: Maybe it is.
Her: Shall I lie down?
Him: Yes.
Her: Ahhh…

Him: My initial diagnosis
Rules out measles and thrombosis,
Sleeping sickness and, as far as I can tell,
Influenza, inflammation,
Whooping cough and night starvation,
And you’ll be so glad to hear
That both your eyeballs are so clear
That I can positively swear that you are well,
Ja-ja, ja-ja-ja-ja.

Her: Put two and two together,
Him: Four,
Her: If you have eyes to see,
The face that makes my pulses race
Is right in front of me.
Him: Oh, there is nothing I can do
For my heart is jumping too.
Both: Oh, we go boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom-boom-boom,
Her: Goodness gracious,
Him: How audacious!
Her: Goodness gracious,
Him: How flirtatious!
Her: Goodness gracious,
Him: It is me.
Her: It is you?
Him: Ah, I’m sorry, it is us.
Both: Ahhh!