Sérgio Mendes Album

Everybody's got a thing
But some don't know how to handle it
Always reachin' out in vain
Accepting the things not worth having

But don't you worry 'bout a thing
Don't you worry 'bout a thing, baby
Cause I'll be standing on the side
When you check it out

They say your style of life's a drag
And that you must go other places
Just don't you feel too bad
When you get fooled by smiling faces

But don't you worry 'bout a thing
Don't you worry 'bout a thing, baby
Cause I'll be standing on the side
When you check it out

Don't you worry 'bout a thing
Don't you worry 'bout a thing – ooh

Everybody needs a change
A chance to check out the new
But you're the only one to see
The changes you take yourself through

But don't you worry 'bout a thing
Don't you worry 'bout a thing, baby
Cause I'll be standing on the side
When you check it out

Don't you worry 'bout a thing
Don't you worry 'bout a thing . . .

Are we really happy with
This lonely game we play
Looking for the right words to say?
Searching but not finding -
Understanding anyway
We're lost in this masquerade

Both afraid to say we're just too far away
From being close together from the start
We try to talk it over
But the words got in the way
We're lost inside this lonely game we play

Throughts of leaving disappear
Every time I see your eyes
And no matter how hard I try
To understand the reason
Why we carry on this way
We're lost in this masquerade

Both afraid to say we're just too far away
From being close together from the start
We try to talk it over
But the words got in the way
We're lost inside this lonely game we play

We ty to talk it over
But the words got in the way
We're lost inside this lonely game we play

We're lost in a masquerade
And we're lost in a masquerade

A stick, a stone
It's the end of the road
It's the rest of a stump
It's a little alone
It's a sliver of glass
It is life, it's the sun
It is night, it is death
It's a trap, it's a gun
The oak when it blooms
A fox in the brush
The knot in the wood
The song of a thrush
The wood of the wind
A cliff, a fall
A scratch, a lump
It is nothing at all
It's the wind blowing free
It's the end of the slope
It's a beam it's a void
It's a hunch, it's a hope
And the river bank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the end of the strain
The joy in your heart

The foot, the ground
The flesh and the bone
The beat of the road
A slingshot stone
A fish, a flash
A silvery glow
A fight, a bet
The range of a bow
The bed of the well
The end of the line
The dismay in the face
It's a loss, it's a find
A spear, a spike
A point, a nail
A drip, a drop
The end of the tale
A truckload of bricks
In the soft morning light
The shot of a gun
In the dead of the night
A mile, a must
a thrust, a bump
It's a girl, it's a rhyme
It's a cold, it's the mumps
The plan of the house
The body in bed
And the car that got stuck
It's the mud, it's the mud
A float, a drift
A flight, a wing
A hawk, a quail
The promise of spring
And the river bank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the promise of life
It's the joy in your heart

A snake, a stick
It is John, it is Joe
It's a thorn in your hand
And a cut in your toe
A point, a grain
A bee, a bite
A blink, a buzzard,
A sudden stroke of night
A pass in the mountains
A horse and a mule
In the distance the shelves
Rode three shadows of blue
And the river talks
Of the waters of March
It's the promise of life
In your heart, in your heart

A stick, a stone
The end of the load
The rest of a stump
A lonesome road
A sliver of glass
A life, the sun
A knight, a death,
The end of the run
And the river bank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the end of all strain
It's the joy in your heart

Was it something in the rain
Or a chance of love again
That made me explain
The secrets of my soul
I guess I only needed
Someone to hold

But I was gone without a trace
And the rain blew away

And it seems I've spent my whole life
Waiting for love
And when it comes
I always run away

Was it something on a dream
That touched my memory
Or a picture I didn't know I'd seen
That made me stop and stare
And then I lost him,
If he was ever there

'Cause I'm afraid of being close
Where I need to be the most

And it seems I've spent my whole life
Waiting for love
And when it comes
I always run away

And I'm afraid I've spent my whole life
Waiting for love
Til my last day has come
To run away

And it seems I've spent my whole life
Waiting for love
And when it comes
I always run away

Eu não sou daqui
Eu não tenho amor
Eu sou da Bahia
De São Salvador

Mas eu não sou daqui
Eu não tenho amor
Eu sou da Bahia
De São Salvador

Ô, Marinheiro, marinheiro
(Marinheiro só)
Quem te ensinou a nadar
(Marinheiro só)
Foi o tombo do navio
(Marinheiro só)
Ou foi o balanço do mar
(Marinheiro só)

Ô, Marinheiro, marinheiro
(Marinheiro só)
Quem te ensinou a nadar
(Marinheiro só)
Foi o tombo do navio
(Marinheiro só)
Ou foi o balanço do mar
(Marinheiro só)

Lá vem, lá vem
Ele vem faceiro
Marinheiro só
Todo de branco
Com seu bonezinho

Eu não sou daqui
Eu não tenho amor
Eu sou da Bahia
De São Salvador

Ô, Marinheiro, marinheiro
(Marinheiro só)
Quem te ensinou a nadar
(Marinheiro só)
Foi o tombo do navio
(Marinheiro só)
Ou foi o balanço do mar
(Marinheiro só)

Ô, Marinheiro, marinheiro
(Marinheiro só)
Quem te ensinou a nadar
(Marinheiro só)
Foi o tombo do navio
(Marinheiro só)
Ou foi o balanço do mar
(Marinheiro só)

Ô, Marinheiro, marinheiro
(Marinheiro só)
Quem te ensinou a nadar
(Marinheiro só)
Foi o tombo do navio
(Marinheiro só)
Ou foi o balanço do mar
(Marinheiro só)

Você abusou
Tirou partido de mim
Abusou
Tirou partido de mim
Abusou
Tirou partido de mim
Abusou

Você abusou
Tirou partido de mim
Abusou
Tirou partido de mim
Abusou
Tirou partido de mim
Abusou

Mas não faz mal
É tão normal ter desamor
É tão cafona sofrer dor
Que já não sei
Se é meninice ou cafonice
O meu amor
Se o quadradismo dos meus versos
Vai de encontro aos intelectos
Que não usam o coração
Como expressão

Você abusou
Tirou partido de mim
Abusou
Tirou partido de mim
Abusou
Tirou partido de mim
Abusou

E me perdoe
Se eu insisto nesse tema
Mas não sei fazer poema ou canção
Que fala de outra coisa
Que não seja o amor
Se o quadradismo dos meus versos
Vai de encontro aos intelectos
Que não usam o coração
Como expressão

Você abusou
Tirou partido de mim
Abusou
Tirou partido de mim
Abusou
Tirou partido de mim
Abusou

Very superstitious
Writings on the wall
Very superstitious
Ladder's 'bout to fall
Thirteen month old baby
Broke the lookin' glass
Seven years of bad luck
Good things in your past

When you believe in things
That you don't understand
Then you suffer
Superstition ain't the way

Very superstitious
Wash your face and hands
Rid me of the problems
Do all that you can
Keep me in a daydream
Keep me going strong
You don't wanna save me
Sad is my song

When you believe in things
That you don't understand
Then you suffer
Superstition ain't the way

Superstition . . .

Very superstitious
Nothing more to say
Very superstitious
The devil's on his way
Thirteen month old baby
Broke the lookin' glass
Seven years of bad luck
Good things in your past

When you believe in things
That you don't understand
Then you suffer
Superstition ain't the way

I got up early this morning
I guess I just couldn't sleep
All my arrangements are made
I've got appointmentsto keep

But tables and chairs are covered
I took our name off the door
That's what you told me to do
But you can't carry it through anymore

Funny you should say that, baby
Tell me, did you read my mind
Funny you should say that, baby
That's how I felt all the time

I'd like to make a confession
I haven't always been fair, no
Sometimes I think of myself
Befor I notice you there

Well, I could wait for a taxi
Tell him I didn't call
That's what you want me to do
If I can stay here with you after all

Funny you should say that, baby
Tell me, did you read my mind
Funny you should say that, baby
That's how I felt all the time
(3x)

Look at the double rainbow
The rain is silver in the sun light
A fleeting fox is in the garden
Rain sweet lovin'mother rain
That soaks the earth
That swells the streams
That cleans the sky
And brings the blue

See how the jasmin tree is all in flower!
The little brook of clever waters
Flows into a vast river
Ah! you belong to no one . . .

If you really love me
If you really love me
If you really love me, won't you tell me
Then I won't have to be playing around

You call my name, ooh so sweet
To make your kiss incomplete
When your mood is clear
You quickly change your ways
Then you say I'm untrue
What am I supposed to do
Be a fool who sits alone waiting for you

If you really love me, won't you tell me
If you really love me, won't you tell me
If you really love me, won't you tell me
Then I won't have to be playing around

If you really love me
If you really love me
If you really love me, won't you tell me
Then I won't have to be playing around

If you really love me
If you really love me
If you really love me
If you really love me . . .