I’LL Love You Forever I promise you – [Michael Bolton]

I’LL Love You Forever I promise you- Michael Bolton

 

I will promise you, yes I promise to
Love you for all your life
Love you every day and night
I will always be there for you
I’ll be in your arms, you’ll be in my heart

I’ll love you forever, I promise you
We’ll be together, our whole life through
There’s nothin’ that I, I wouldn’t do
With all of my heart, I promise you

I will take your hand, and I’ll understand
Share all your hopes and dreams
Show you what love can mean
Whenever life just gets too much for you
I’ll be on your side, to dry the tears you cry

Oh I will always be in your arms
And you will always be the flame
within my heart

There’s nothin’ in this world I wouldn’t do
I promise you

 

 

Take My Heart

This is a very special piece with piano and Duduk instrument ( The Armenian duduk is one of the oldest music instruments in the history of mankind.)

 

The lyrics of this instrumental ” Take my Heart” is following:

“I wish you were a flower in my garden. I wish you were a bird flying over my garden. I wish you were with me, my love. Stay with me, don’t cause me too much pain. You may take my heart away if you wish, only please don’t leave me. Stay with me and I will do anything for you.”

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Arman Demerjian – duduk, lead vocals
Mihran Kalaydjian- Piano
Aram Kasabian – Lead Guitar
Hratch Panossian – Bass
Samer Khoury – Violin
Tony Amer – Saxophone
Haim Cohen – KeyBoard
Albert Panikian – Trumpet
Nicole Del Sol – Percussion
Dana Debos – Trombone
Roman Calote – accordion

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The duduk translates the pain and sorrow of the Armenian people and all that we went through…hearing the duduk sends shivers down my spine and through my soul, I think of my ancestors who perished during the Armenian Genocide and our lost lands…especially with “My Home”, this piece is a memorial to the Armenian Genocide, think of the Armenian families being massacred and forced from their homes onto the death marches and outright massacre.

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Two Guitars – Charles Aznavour

 

Two Guitars – Charles Aznavour
LES DEUX GUITARES (Charles Aznavour)

Two guitars by firelight
Strummed by gypsies’ fingers
On a restless ??? of night
Every memory lingers

They don’t know that deep in me
There’s a sadness burning
For my youth once wild and free
In her hands returning

E khê raz, is cho raz
Is chê mênaga mênaga raz
E khê raz, is cho raz
Is cho mênaga mênaga raz

Play now gypsies, play for me
Hide my inner voices
Tantalising endlessly
Offering no choices

A heavy heart, but my head is light
And my legs are hollow
I will drink again tonight
And all the nights that follow

E khê raz, is cho raz
Is chê mênaga mênaga raz
E khê raz, is cho raz
Is cho mênaga mênaga raz

Let me laugh and let me sing
Let me drown in my sorrow
Help me stop remembering
Give me back tomorrow

Come and let the good wine pour
Liquor makes me blameless
Give me more and more
Get me drunk and painless

E khê raz, is cho raz
Is chê mênaga mênaga raz
E khê raz, is cho raz
Is cho mênaga mênaga raz

Two guitars against my head
With their playing persistance
For all the futile days ahead
Full of vain existance

So, what is life, why live anyhow
Question your creator
We’re alive and living now
And dead a minute later

E khê raz, is cho raz
Is chê mênaga mênaga raz
E khê raz, is cho raz
Is cho mênaga mênaga raz

When you see my body drop
??? me ??? waking
Then your two guitars can ???
Gypsy music making

Let me hear your haunting theme
For my soul demands it
Until I am too drunk to dream
??? and I command it

E khê raz, is cho raz
Is chê mênaga mênaga raz
E khê raz, is cho raz
Is cho mênaga mênaga raz

Different dreams

 

Painter: Peter Wever
Oscar Benton ~ Different dreams

Lyrics:

Our honeymoon is over
And the best days of our love are dead and gone
Instead of growing closer
This time goes on and on
We’re getting miles apart
Don’t get beside me as before
And when we kiss goodnight I find

That since we’re sharing the same bed
we’re not sharing the same dreams anymore
That since we’re sharing the same bed
we’re not sharing the same dreams anymore

We’re using the same bathroom
Where your personal things are lying close to mine
And I know that our clothes
Are drying on the same line

When friends come to call
They’ll read our names on the door
If they could read our minds
They’d find

That since we’re sharing the same bed
we’re not sharing the same dreams anymore
That since we’re sharing the same bed
we’re not sharing the same dreams anymore

We’re talking about problems
But we keep our feelings deep inside
We never say a tender word
We couldn’t, even if we tried

It’s hard to realize you’re the girl I’ve been waiting for
‘Cause when we kiss goodnight I find

That since we’re sharing the same bed
we’re not sharing the same dreams anymore
That since we’re sharing the same bed
we’re not sharing the same dreams anymore

How do I Stop Loving You

How do I Stop Loving You Engelbert Humperdinck

 

I’m trying so hard to forget you.
And leave the life we had behind.
And there are times I feel the day has come,
I’ve chased you from my mind.

But I’m afraid there’s allways something,
That sets me back and makes me see.
You’re more than just a memory in the past,
You’re still a part of me.

So how do I stop loving you?
Forget things that we used to do?
Forget all the dreams that we shared?
And how my life was knowing you cared?
Why do I end up where I start, each time I try?
Just tell me how I can forget,
So I can say goodbye…

I’m tired of all the lonely evenings,
And all the many times I’ve cried.

I’m tired of wondering what I might have done to keep you by my side.

And reaching out across your pillow,
I start remembering you’re gone.
And though I know that we can never be,
The pain in me goes on.

So how do I stop loving you?
Forget things that we used to do?
Forget all the dreams that we shared,
And how my life was knowing you cared?
Why do I end up where I start, each time I try?

Just tell me how I can forget,
So I can say goodbye…
So how do I stop loving you?
Please tell me why…
I find it so hard to forget.
And hard to say… Goodbye.
Goodbye…

I Know What It is To Be Young

I Know What It is To Be Young / Orson Welles

When we are young age has no meaning
I never gave it a second thought
until one day along came this old man
and this is what he said to me
and this is what he said to me

I know what it is to be young
but you,you don’t know what it is to be old
someday, you’ll be saying the same thing
time takes away so the story is told

I’ve asked so many questions
to the wise men i’ve met
couldn’t find all the answers
no one has as yet.
There’ll be days to remember
full of laughter and tears
after summer, comes winter and so go the years
So my friend..
lets make music together
I’ll play the old while you sing me the new
In time when your young days are over
there’ll be some one sharing their time with you

I know what it is to be young
but you,you don’t know what it is to be old

So my friend..
lets make music together
I’ll play the old while you sing me the new
In time when your young days are over
there’ll be some one sharing their time with you

there’ll be some one sharing their time with you

Waiting For The Miracle To Come

Paintings – Carri Graber
Lyrics by Leonard Cohen

 

Baby, I’ve been waiting,
I’ve been waiting night and day.
I didn’t see the time,
I waited half my life away.
There were lots of invitations
and I know you sent me some,
but I was waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
I know you really loved me.
but, you see, my hands were tied.
I know it must have hurt you,
it must have hurt your pride
to have to stand beneath my window
with your bugle and your drum,
and me I’m up there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

Ah I don’t believe you’d like it,
You wouldn’t like it here.
There ain’t no entertainment
and the judgments are severe.
The Maestro says it’s Mozart
but it sounds like bubble gum
when you’re waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

Waiting for the miracle
There’s nothing left to do.
I haven’t been this happy
since the end of World War II.

Nothing left to do
when you know that you’ve been taken.
Nothing left to do
when you’re begging for a crumb
Nothing left to do
when you’ve got to go on waiting
waiting for the miracle to come.

I dreamed about you, baby.
It was just the other night.
Most of you was naked
Ah but some of you was light.
The sands of time were falling
from your fingers and your thumb,
and you were waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come

Ah baby, let’s get married,
we’ve been alone too long.
Let’s be alone together.
Let’s see if we’re that strong.
Yeah let’s do something crazy,
something absolutely wrong
while we’re waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

Nothing left to do …

When you’ve fallen on the highway
and you’re lying in the rain,
and they ask you how you’re doing
of course you’ll say you can’t complain —
If you’re squeezed for information,
that’s when you’ve got to play it dumb:
You just say you’re out there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.