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Barbra Streisand
Barbra Streisand


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Настоящее имя Barbara Joan Streisand
Дата рождения 24 апреля 1942 г.
Место рождения Brooklyn, New York, U.S.
Жанры Traditional pop
Adult Contemporary
Годы 1957—н.в.
Лейблы Columbia Records
Сайт Website



Альбом Barbra Streisand


Just for the Record Highlights (1992)
1992
1.
You'll Never Know (1955 Version)
2.
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8.
Medley (Second Hand Rose/Give Me the Simple Life/Any Place)
9.
10.
11.
Don Rickles Monolog
12.
13.
14.
15.
Between Yesterday and Tomorrow
16.
Papa, Can You Here Me? (Demo)
17.
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19.
. . .


You'll never know u'lljust how much I'll miss you,
You'll never know just how much I care,
And if I tried,
I still couldn't hide
My love for you
You ought to know
For haven't I told you so
A million or more times?
You went away and my heart went with you,
I speak your name in my every prayer.
If there is some other way


To prove that I love you,
I swear I don't know how.
You'll never know if you don't know now.

You went away and my heart went with you,
I speak your name in my every prayer.
If there is some other way
To prove that I love you,
I sware I don't know how.
You'll never know if you don't know now.

. . .


When a bee lies sleepin' in the palm of your hand
You're bewitched, and deep in love's long looked-after land
Where you'll see a sun-up sky with a mornin' new
And where the days go laughin' by, as love comes a callin' on you

Sleep on bee, don't waken, can't believe what just passed
He's mine for the takin', I am happy at last
Maybe I dreams, but he seems sweet, golden as a crown
A sleepin' bee done told me, I will walk with my feet off the ground
When my one true love, I has found

Sleep on bee, don't waken, cannot believe what just passed
He's mine for the takin', I am happy at last
Maybe I dreams, but he seems golden as a crown
A sleepin' bee told me, I will walk with my feet off the ground
When my one true love, I has found

. . .


Miss marmelstein! miss marmelstein! miss marmelstein!
Oh, why is it always miss marmelstein?
Miss marmelstein? miss marmelstein?
Other girls get called by their first names right away
They get cozy intimate ... do you know what I mean?
Nobody calls me: "hey, baby doll!"
Or "honey dear" or "sweetie pie"
Even my first name would be preferable
Though it's terrible, it might be better: it's yetta!
Or perhaps my second name that's tessye
Spells t-e-s-s-y-e!
But no, no, it's always miss marmelstein!
You'd think at least miss m. they could try...
Miss marmelstein! miss marmelstein!
Miss marmelstein! miss marmelstein! miss marmelstein!
Oh, I could die!
I'm a very willing secretary
Enjoy my work as my employer will corroborate
Except for one disappointment one fly in the ointment
It's great I mean simply great
But the aggravation of my situation
I might as well get it off my chest
It's the drum appellation


Oh pardon the big words I apply
But I was an english major at c.c.n.y.
Drum appellation!
Well, literally I am persistently addressed
Persistently, perpetually, continually and inevitably addressed!
Believe me, it could drive a person positively psychosomatic
Why is it always miss marmelstein?
Miss marmelstein? miss marmelstein?
Other girls get called by their nick names right away
Slightly naughty or riske
Do you know what I mean? ha! ha...mmmmmmm!
Nobody calls me : "koo-chee-koo" or "boobala" or "passion pie"
Even "hey there babe!" thought not respectable
Ain't so objectable
It's kind of crummy but chummy
Of course if I got married, that would do it
So, where's the lucky guy? ha...
Till then it still is miss marmelstein!
Everyday I get more and more fast
Miss marmelstein! miss marmelstein!
Miss marmelstein! miss marmelstein! miss marmelstein!
Oh...oh...oh...!
I could bust!

. . .


I hate music, but I like to sing
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, laaaa!
But that's not music! Not what I call MUSIC, no sir!

Music is a lot of men with a lot of tails making lots of noise like a lot of
females
Music is a lot of folks in a big dark hall where they really don't want to be
at all with a lot of chairs and a lot of heirs and a lot of furs and diamonds!
Music is silly

I hate music...but i like to sing

. . .


Nobody's heart belongs to me
Hiegh Ho; Who cares?
Nobody writes his songs to me,
No one belongs to me.
That's the least of my cares.
I may be sad at times,
And disinclined to play,
But it's not bad at times,
To go your own sweet way.
Nobody's arms belong to me
No arms feel strong to me.
I admire the moon as a moon, just a moon.
Nobody's heart belongs to me....today.

. . .


(Barbra Streisand & Judy Garland)

Judy: Forget your troubles
Barbra: Happy days
Judy: C'mon get happy
Barbra: Are here again
Judy: You better chase all your cares away
Barbra: The skies above are clear again
Judy: Shout hallelujah
Barbra: So let's sing a song
Judy: C'mon get happy
Barbra: Of cheer again
Judy: Get ready for the judgement day
Barbra: Happy days are here again.

Judy: The sun is shining
Barbra: All together
Judy: C'mon get happy
Barbra: Shout it now there's no one
Judy: The lord is wait to take you're hand
Barbra: Who can, doubt it now
Judy: Shout hallelujah
Barbra: So let's tell the world
Judy: And just get happy
Barbra: About it now
Judy: We're going to the promise land
Barbra: Happy days are here again.

Judy: We're heading cross the river
Sun you case when I'll be gone
Barbra: There'll be no more from now on
B&J: From now on…

Barbra: Happy days
Judy: And just get happy
Barbra: Are here again
Judy: You better chase all your cares away
Barbra: The skies above are clear again
Judy: Shout hallelujah
Barbra: So let's sing a song
Judy: And just get happy
Barbra: Of cheer again
Barbra: Happy times!
Judy: Happy times!
Barbra: Happy nights!
Judy: Happy nights!
B&J: Happy days! Are-here-again!

. . .


People,
People who need people,
Are the luckiest people in the world
We're children, needing other children
And yet letting a grown-up pride
Hide all the need inside
Acting more like children than children
Lovers are very special people
They're the luckiest people in the world
With one person one very special person
A feeling deep in your soul
Says you were half now you're whole
No more hunger and thirst
But first be a person who needs people
People who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world
With one person one very special person
No more hunger and thirst
But first be a person who needs people
People who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world...

. . .


I'm wearing second hand shoes
Second hand hose
All the girls hand me
Their second hand clothes
Even my pajamas when I darn 'em
Have somebody else's
Initials on 'em
Second hand rings
Mmm... second hand things
I never get what other girlies do

Once while strolling
Through the ritz a girl got my goat...
She nudged her friend
And said oh look there goes
My old fur coat

I don't believe in
Frettin' and grievin'
Why mess around with strife
I never was caught out
To step and strut out
Give me the simple life
Some find a pleasant dining on pheasants
Those things roll off my comb
Just serve me tomatoes
And mashed potatoes
Any place I hang my hat is home

Oh, I got plenty o' nothin'
And nothin's plenty for me
I got no car, I got no mule
I got no misery
Don't you see
I got no lock on my door
That's okay with me
Cause the things that I prize
Like the stars in the skies are all free
I got plenty o' nothin'
And nothin's plenty for me

Once I built a railroad
Made it run,
Made it race


Against time
Once I built a railroad
Now it's done
Brother can you spare a dime?
Say don't you remember
They called me al
It was al all the time
Say don't you remember
I'm your pal
Buddy can you spare a dime?

Nobody knows you
When you're down and out
In your pocket's
Not one penny
And your friends
Well, you haven't any
Soon as you get on your feet again
Everybody
Everybody
Is your long lost friend
It's mighty strange
Without a doubt
But nobody knows you
When you're down and out

Oh every one knows
That I'm just second hand rose
>from second avenue
Ya can't beat the egg-creams
>from second avenue
There is more between me
And fifth avenue
Than three blocks
I tell ya
Second avenue

The flowers in spring
The robins that sing
The sun beam that shines
They're yours, they're mine
And love can come to anyone
Because the best things in life are free

. . .


Laygh all you want to
But, I'm holding on to you
Right from here on in,
You wanna bet
You'll sluff me off
And I'll beg 'till you soften,
And ten to one I'll win

You wanna bet,
Taunt me,
Call me a pest,
But quite strangely,
You'll be impressed,
It's destiny.

Then by and by,
You and I will be we,
What a great duet,
You wait and see
Though you don't agree.


You wanna bet
You'll hold on to me

Taunt me,
Call me a pest,
But quite strangely
You'll be impressed
Yes, it's destiny

Then by and by
You and I will be we
What a great duet,
You wait and see
Though you don't agree

You wanna bet,
You'll hold on to me,
Just you wait and see,
You'll hold on to me.

. . .


Im gonna love you, like nobodys loved you
Come rain or come shine
High as a mountain and deep as a river
Come rain or come shine
I guess when you met me
It was just one of those things
But dont ever bet me
Cause Im gonna be true if you let me
Youre gonna love me, like nobodys loved me
Rain or shine
Happy together, unhappy together
And wont it be fine
Days may be cloudy or sunny
Were in or were out of the money
Im with you always
Im with you rain or shine
Youre gonna love me, like nobodys loved me
Come rain or come shine
Happy together, unhappy together
And wont it be fine
Days may be cloudy or sunny
Were in or were out of the money
But Im with you always
Im with you, Im with you rain or shine
Im with you, Im with you rain or shine

. . .

Don Rickles Monolog

[Нет текста]

. . .


At words poetic I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best
Instead of getting it off my chest
To let 'em rest unexpressed
I hate parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar
But if this ditty is not so pretty
At least it'll tell you how great you are
You're the top - you're the Coliseum.
You're the top -
mmm… you're the Louvre museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss.
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeare sonnet, You're Mickey Mouse.
You're the Nile - You're the tower of Pisa.
You're the smile - on the Mona Lisa.
I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop.
But if baby I'm the bottom, you're the top.

You're the top, you're Mahatma Ghandi.
You're the top - you are Napoleon brandy.
You're the purple light of a summer night in Spain.
You're the National Gallery,
You're Garbo's salary,
You're cellophane.
You are sublime, you're a turkey dinner.
You're the time - the time of the Derby winner.


I'm a toy balloon that is fated soon to pop.
But if baby I'm the bottom, you're the top, top.

Steve, there is something I got to tell ya..
What is it Judy?
Well, umm…

You're the top (I am?) - mmm …You're a Wardof's cellar
Oh No, no let me say it
You're the top (me too?) - You're a Berlin ballad You're the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire
(Actually I don't dance very well)
You're an O'Neill drama, you're Whistler's Mother -
Mama (oh), You're Camembert.
You're a rose, (mmm. sweet)
You're Inferno's Dante.
You're the nose - watch it!I mean
Whatwhatwhawha what- on the great Durante.That's better
I'm the lazy lout who is just about to storm Let's not storm
But if baby I'm the bottom,
She's the one for me
And I've got 'im
Coz if baby I'm the bottom,
You're the top.

. . .


Ray
Oh it's

Both
Cryin' time again
You're gonna leave me
I can see that faraway look in your eyes
I can tell by the way you hold me, darling

Ray
Oh babe!

Both
But it won't be long
Before it's cryin' time

Ray
Say babe!

Barbra
Oh, they say that absence makes
The heart grow fonder
(fonder)
And that tears are on their way
To make love grow
(grow)
But my love for you could never,
Never, never, never grow no stronger

Ray
All right!


(stronger)

Barbra
If I live to be a hundred,
A hundred years old

Ray
Oh, oh!

Both
It's cryin' time again
You're gonna leave me

Ray
You feel pretty bad

Barbra
I hope not!

Both
I can see that faraway look in your eyes
I can tell by the way you hold me, darling

Ray
Oh, darling!

Both
That it won't be long
Before it's cryin' time...
No it won't be long
Before it's cryin' time...

. . .


When it all comes true
Just the way you planned
It's funny but the bells don't ring
It's a quiet thing.

When you hold the world
In your trembling hand.
You think you'd hear a choir singing
But it's a quiet thing.
There are no exploding fireworks
Where's the roaring of the crowds
Maybe it's the strange new atmosphere
Way up here among the clouds

There won't be trumpets or balls of fire
To say he's coming,
No Roman candles, no angel's choir
No sound of distant drumming,
He may not be the cavalier
Tall and graceful, fair and strong,
Doesn't matter just as long as he
Comes along

But not with trumpets or lightning flashing
Or shining armor,
He may be daring, he may be dashing
Or maybe he's a farmer,
I can wait, what's another day?
He has lots of hills to climb
And a hero doesn't come till
The nick of time

Don't look for trumpets or whistles tooting
To guarantee him,
There won't be trumpets, but sure as shooting
You'll know him when you see him
Don't know when, don't know where,
I can't even say that I care
All I know is the minute you turn
And he's suddenly there
You won't need trumpets
There are no trumpets
Who needs trumpets?

Happiness comes in on tiptoe
Well what d'ya know
It's a quiet thing
A very quiet thing

. . .

Between Yesterday and Tomorrow

[Нет текста]

. . .

Papa, Can You Here Me? (Demo)

[Нет текста]

. . .


Nothing is so good it lasts eternally Perfect situations must go wrong But this has never yet prevented me Wanting far too much for far too long. Looking back I could have played it differently One of few more moments who can tell But it took time to understand the man Now at least I know I know him well. Wasn't it good? Oh so good Wasn't he fine? Oh so fine Isn't it madness he can't be mine? But in the end he needsA little bit more than meMore She needs security He needs his fantasy and freedom I know him so well.
No one in your life is with you constantly No one is completely on your side And though I move my world to be with him Still the gap between us is too wide.

Looking back I could have played it differentlyCould have played things some other way. Learn about the man before I fellI was just a little carelessBut I was ever so much younger then. I was so much younger thenNow at least I know I know him wellWasn't it good? Oh so good Wasn't he fine? Oh so fine Isn't it madness he won't be mine? Didn't I know how it would go?If I knew from the start Why am I falling apart? Wasn't he fine? Isn't it madness He won't be mine?But in the end he needs a little bit more than me More She needs security He needs his Fantasy and freedom I know him so well It took time to understand me I know him so well.

. . .


Warm all over, warm all over
Everytime you smile
you get me warm all over
Sometimes I feel kind of odd
in the cold
But when I touch your hand
and I'm home, home again
And warm all over
warm all over
Goner are the clouds that
used to swarm all over
Please always let me keep
feeling the way I do
So warm all over
with a tender love for you
(Humming)
Please always let me keep feeling
the way I do
So warm all over
With a tender love
for you...

. . .


You'll never know u'lljust how much I'll miss you,
You'll never know just how much I care,
And if I tried,
I still couldn't hide
My love for you
You ought to know
For haven't I told you so
A million or more times?
You went away and my heart went with you,
I speak your name in my every prayer.
If there is some other way


To prove that I love you,
I swear I don't know how.
You'll never know if you don't know now.

You went away and my heart went with you,
I speak your name in my every prayer.
If there is some other way
To prove that I love you,
I sware I don't know how.
You'll never know if you don't know now.

. . .


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