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    <copyright>Copyright 2025 Cr&#244;nicas Urbanas </copyright>
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      <title>Valsa dos Clowns  (Edu Lobo / Chico Buarque) - Voz &amp; Companhia</title>
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        <![CDATA[Em toda canção
O palhaço é um charlatão
Esparrama tanta gargalhada
Da boca para fora
Dizem que seu coração pintado
Toda tarde de domingo chora

Abra o coração
Do palhaço da canção
Eis que salta outro farrapo humano
E morre na coxia
Dentro do seu coração de pano
Um palhaço alegre se anuncia

A nova atração
Tem um jovem coração
Que apertado por estreito laço
Amanhece partido
Dentro dele sai mais um palhaço
Que é um palhaço de olhar caído

E esse charlatão
Vai cantar sua canção
Que comove toda a arquibancada
Com tanta agonia
Dentro dele um coração folgado
Cantarola uma outra melodia

A nova atração
Tem um jovem coração
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      <itunes:summary>Em toda can&#231;&#227;o
O palha&#231;o &#233; um charlat&#227;o
Esparrama tanta gargalhada
Da boca para fora
Dizem que seu cora&#231;&#227;o pintado
Toda tarde de domingo chora

Abra o cora&#231;&#227;o
Do palha&#231;o da can&#231;&#227;o
Eis que salta outro farrapo humano
E morre na coxia
Dentro do seu cora&#231;&#227;o de pano
Um palha&#231;o alegre se anuncia

A nova atra&#231;&#227;o
Tem um jovem cora&#231;&#227;o
Que apertado por estreito la&#231;o
Amanhece partido
Dentro dele sai mais um palha&#231;o
Que &#233; um palha&#231;o de olhar ca&#237;do

E esse charlat&#227;o
Vai cantar sua can&#231;&#227;o
Que comove toda a arquibancada
Com tanta agonia
Dentro dele um cora&#231;&#227;o folgado
Cantarola uma outra melodia

A nova atra&#231;&#227;o
Tem um jovem cora&#231;&#227;o
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      <itunes:subtitle>Em toda can&#231;&#227;o
O palha&#231;o &#233; um charlat&#227;o
Esparrama tanta gargalhada
Da boca para fora
Dizem qu...</itunes:subtitle>
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      <title>Hark! the Herald Angels Sing - Take 6</title>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 14 Dec 2008 22:51:41 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Episode 11</title>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 09 Nov 2008 18:41:34 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Jambalaya  -  Fats Domino</title>
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        <![CDATA[goodbye, joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh.
me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou.
my yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh.
son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo
'cause tonight i'm gonna see my ma cher amie-oh.
pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh,
son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

thibodaux, fontaineaux, the place is buzzin',
kinfolks come to see yvonne by the dozen.
dress in style and go hog wild, and be gay-oh.
son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

jambalaya and a crawfish pie and filet gumbo
'cause tonight i'm gonna see my ma cher amie-oh.
pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh,
son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

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      <pubDate>Thu, 23 Oct 2008 00:30:22 +0000</pubDate>
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      <itunes:summary>goodbye, joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh.
me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou.
my yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh.
son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo
'cause tonight i'm gonna see my ma cher amie-oh.
pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh,
son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

thibodaux, fontaineaux, the place is buzzin',
kinfolks come to see yvonne by the dozen.
dress in style and go hog wild, and be gay-oh.
son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

jambalaya and a crawfish pie and filet gumbo
'cause tonight i'm gonna see my ma cher amie-oh.
pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh,
son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

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me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou.
my yvonne...</itunes:subtitle>
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      <title>Cordas de A&#231;o  -  Cartola</title>
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        <![CDATA[Ah, essas cordas de aço
Este minúsculo braço
Do violão que os dedos meus acariciam
Ah, este bojo perfeito
Que trago junto ao meu peito
Só você violão
Compreende porque perdi toda alegria

E no entanto meu pinho
Pode crer, eu adivinho
Aquela mulher
Até hoje está nos esperando
Solte o teu som da madeira
Eu você e a companheira
Na madrugada iremos pra casa
Cantando...

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      <pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 22:16:37 +0000</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Cr&#244;nicas Urbanas </dc:creator>
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      <itunes:summary>Ah, essas cordas de a&#231;o
Este min&#250;sculo bra&#231;o
Do viol&#227;o que os dedos meus acariciam
Ah, este bojo perfeito
Que trago junto ao meu peito
S&#243; voc&#234; viol&#227;o
Compreende porque perdi toda alegria

E no entanto meu pinho
Pode crer, eu adivinho
Aquela mulher
At&#233; hoje est&#225; nos esperando
Solte o teu som da madeira
Eu voc&#234; e a companheira
Na madrugada iremos pra casa
Cantando...

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      <itunes:subtitle>Ah, essas cordas de a&#231;o
Este min&#250;sculo bra&#231;o
Do viol&#227;o que os dedos meus acariciam
Ah, este bo...</itunes:subtitle>
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      <title>I Got a Name  -  Jim Croce</title>
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        <![CDATA[Like the pine trees lining the winding road, 
I've got a name, I've got a name 
Like the singing bird and the croaking toad, 
I've got a name, I've got a name 

And I carry it with me like my daddy did 
But I'm living the dream that he kept hid 

Movin' me down the highway, rollin' me down the highway 
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by

Like the north wind whistlin' down the sky, 
I've got a song, I've got a song 
Like the whippoorwill and the baby's cry, 
I've got a song, I've got a song 

And I carry it with me and I sing it loud 
If it gets me nowhere, I'll go there proud 

Movin' me down the highway, rollin' me down the highway 
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by.  

And I'm gonna go there free... 

Like the fool I am and I'll always be, 
I've got a dream, I've got a dream 
They can change their minds but they can't change me, 
I've got a dream, I've got a dream 

Oh, I know I could share it if you'd want me to; 
If you're goin' my way, I'll go with you. 

Movin' me down the highway, rollin' me down the highway 
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by.
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      <pubDate>Wed, 24 Sep 2008 17:10:36 +0000</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Cr&#244;nicas Urbanas </dc:creator>
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      <itunes:summary>Like the pine trees lining the winding road, 
I've got a name, I've got a name 
Like the singing bird and the croaking toad, 
I've got a name, I've got a name 

And I carry it with me like my daddy did 
But I'm living the dream that he kept hid 

Movin' me down the highway, rollin' me down the highway 
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by

Like the north wind whistlin' down the sky, 
I've got a song, I've got a song 
Like the whippoorwill and the baby's cry, 
I've got a song, I've got a song 

And I carry it with me and I sing it loud 
If it gets me nowhere, I'll go there proud 

Movin' me down the highway, rollin' me down the highway 
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by.  

And I'm gonna go there free... 

Like the fool I am and I'll always be, 
I've got a dream, I've got a dream 
They can change their minds but they can't change me, 
I've got a dream, I've got a dream 

Oh, I know I could share it if you'd want me to; 
If you're goin' my way, I'll go with you. 

Movin' me down the highway, rollin' me down the highway 
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by.
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      <itunes:subtitle>Like the pine trees lining the winding road, 
I've got a name, I've got a name 
Like the singin...</itunes:subtitle>
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      <title>Que Bom, Amigo (Milton Nascimento)</title>
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        <![CDATA[Que bom, amigo
Poder saber outra vez que estás comigo
Dizer com certeza outra vez a palavra amigo
Se bem que isso nunca deixou de ser

Que bom, amigo
Poder dizer o teu nome a toda hora
A toda gente
Sentir que tu sabes
Que estou pro que der contigo
Se bem que isso nunca deixou de ser

Que bom, amigo
Saber que na minha porta
A qualquer hora
Uma daquelas pessoas que a gente espera
Que chega trazendo a vida
Será você
Sem preocupação
]]>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 00:54:06 +0000</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Cr&#244;nicas Urbanas </dc:creator>
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      <itunes:summary>Que bom, amigo
Poder saber outra vez que est&#225;s comigo
Dizer com certeza outra vez a palavra amigo
Se bem que isso nunca deixou de ser

Que bom, amigo
Poder dizer o teu nome a toda hora
A toda gente
Sentir que tu sabes
Que estou pro que der contigo
Se bem que isso nunca deixou de ser

Que bom, amigo
Saber que na minha porta
A qualquer hora
Uma daquelas pessoas que a gente espera
Que chega trazendo a vida
Ser&#225; voc&#234;
Sem preocupa&#231;&#227;o
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      <itunes:subtitle>Que bom, amigo
Poder saber outra vez que est&#225;s comigo
Dizer com certeza outra vez a palavra ami...</itunes:subtitle>
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      <title>Inverno (de As Quatro Esta&#231;&#245;es - A. Vivaldi) - UAKTI</title>
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        <![CDATA[Versão do grupo instrumental UAKTI para o segundo movimento de Inverno (de As Quatro Estações, de Antonio Vivaldi). Encontrado no CD 'Clássicos'. 

Página do grupo: www.uakti.com.br
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      <pubDate>Sat, 21 Jun 2008 20:02:33 +0000</pubDate>
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      <link>https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/cronicasurbanas/episodes/2008-06-21T13_02_33-07_00</link>
      <dc:creator>Cr&#244;nicas Urbanas </dc:creator>
      <itunes:keywords>cl&#225;ssico,classical,vivaldi,uakti,inverno,winter</itunes:keywords>
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      <itunes:summary>Vers&#227;o do grupo instrumental UAKTI para o segundo movimento de Inverno (de As Quatro Esta&#231;&#245;es, de Antonio Vivaldi). Encontrado no CD 'Cl&#225;ssicos'. 

P&#225;gina do grupo: www.uakti.com.br
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      <itunes:subtitle>Vers&#227;o do grupo instrumental UAKTI para o segundo movimento de Inverno (de As Quatro Esta&#231;&#245;es, de...</itunes:subtitle>
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    <item>
      <title>Pokarekare ana</title>
      <description>
        <![CDATA[Esta é uma canção de amor tradicional maori que eu aprendi com a Tanya há muuuuuitos anos. Aqui vai a letra:
                
                Pökarekare ana 
                ngä wai o Waiapu,  
                Whiti atu koe hine 
                marino ana e. 
                
                E hine e 
                hoki mai ra. 
                Ka mate ahau  
                I te aroha e. 
                
                Tuhituhi taku reta 
                tuku atu taku rïngi, 
                Kia kite tö iwi 
                raru raru ana e. 
                
                ]]>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 14 Jun 2008 21:05:52 +0000</pubDate>
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      <link>https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/cronicasurbanas/episodes/2008-06-14T14_05_52-07_00</link>
      <dc:creator>Cr&#244;nicas Urbanas </dc:creator>
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      <itunes:summary>Esta &#233; uma can&#231;&#227;o de amor tradicional maori que eu aprendi com a Tanya h&#225; muuuuuitos anos. Aqui vai a letra:
                
                P&#246;karekare ana 
                ng&#228; wai o Waiapu,  
                Whiti atu koe hine 
                marino ana e. 
                
                E hine e 
                hoki mai ra. 
                Ka mate ahau  
                I te aroha e. 
                
                Tuhituhi taku reta 
                tuku atu taku r&#239;ngi, 
                Kia kite t&#246; iwi 
                raru raru ana e. 
                
                </itunes:summary>
      <itunes:subtitle>Esta &#233; uma can&#231;&#227;o de amor tradicional maori que eu aprendi com a Tanya h&#225; muuuuuitos anos. Aqui v...</itunes:subtitle>
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      <title>Tired  (Adele)</title>
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        <![CDATA[Hold my hand
                While you cut me down
                It had only just begun
                But now it's over now
                And you're
                In the heat of moments
                With your heart
                Playing up cold
                I'm between the middle
                Watching hastiness unfold
                In my eyes
                You were smiling
                In the spotlight dancing
                With the night
                The night fell
                Off your mind
                                
                                I'm tired of trying
                                Your teasing ain't enough
                                Fed up of biding your time
                                When I dont get nothing back
                                And for what 
                                When I don't get nothing back
                                Boy, I'm tired
                                
                Where'd you go
                When you stay behind
                I looked up and inside down
                And outside only to find
                A double taking punching hard
                And laughing at my smile
                I get closer you
                Obviously prefer her
                                
                                Chorus:
                                I'm tired of trying
                                Your teasing ain't enough
                                Fed up of biding your time
                                When I don't get nothing back
                                And for what                                 
When I dont get nothing back
                                Boy, I'm tired of trying
                                Your teasing aint enough
                                Fed up of biding your time
                                When I don't get nothing back
                                And for what
                                When I don't get nothing back
                                Boy, I'm tired
                                
                (I should have known)
                                
                Never mind said
                Your open arms
                I couldn't help
                Believe he tricked me
                Back into them
                Even though...]]>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 28 May 2008 16:35:26 +0000</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Cr&#244;nicas Urbanas </dc:creator>
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      <itunes:duration>259</itunes:duration>
      <itunes:summary>Hold my hand
                While you cut me down
                It had only just begun
                But now it's over now
                And you're
                In the heat of moments
                With your heart
                Playing up cold
                I'm between the middle
                Watching hastiness unfold
                In my eyes
                You were smiling
                In the spotlight dancing
                With the night
                The night fell
                Off your mind
                                
                                I'm tired of trying
                                Your teasing ain't enough
                                Fed up of biding your time
                                When I dont get nothing back
                                And for what 
                                When I don't get nothing back
                                Boy, I'm tired
                                
                Where'd you go
                When you stay behind
                I looked up and inside down
                And outside only to find
                A double taking punching hard
                And laughing at my smile
                I get closer you
                Obviously prefer her
                                
                                Chorus:
                                I'm tired of trying
                                Your teasing ain't enough
                                Fed up of biding your time
                                When I don't get nothing back
                                And for what                                 
When I dont get nothing back
                                Boy, I'm tired of trying
                                Your teasing aint enough
                                Fed up of biding your time
                                When I don't get nothing back
                                And for what
                                When I don't get nothing back
                                Boy, I'm tired
                                
                (I should have known)
                                
                Never mind said
                Your open arms
                I couldn't help
                Believe he tricked me
                Back into them
                Even though...</itunes:summary>
      <itunes:subtitle>Hold my hand
                While you cut me down
                It had only just begun
    ...</itunes:subtitle>
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      <title>A Rita - (Chico Buarque)</title>
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        <![CDATA[A Rita levou meu sorriso no sorriso dela, meu assunto
Levou junto com ela e o que me é de direito
Arrancou-me do peito e tem mais
Levou seu retrato, seu trapo, seu prato, que papel!
Uma imagem de São Francisco e um bom disco de Noel
A Rita matou nosso amor de vingança, nem herança deixou
Não levou um tostão porque não tinha não
Mas causou perdas e danos
Levou os meus planos, meus pobres enganos
Os meus vinte anos, o meu coração
E além de tudo me deixou mudo o violão]]>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2008 22:31:13 +0000</pubDate>
      <dcterms:modified>2013-12-05</dcterms:modified>
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      <link>https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/cronicasurbanas/episodes/2008-05-20T15_31_13-07_00</link>
      <dc:creator>Cr&#244;nicas Urbanas </dc:creator>
      <itunes:keywords>mpb,chico,buarque,music</itunes:keywords>
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      <itunes:duration>120</itunes:duration>
      <itunes:explicit>false</itunes:explicit>
      <itunes:summary>A Rita levou meu sorriso no sorriso dela, meu assunto
Levou junto com ela e o que me &#233; de direito
Arrancou-me do peito e tem mais
Levou seu retrato, seu trapo, seu prato, que papel!
Uma imagem de S&#227;o Francisco e um bom disco de Noel
A Rita matou nosso amor de vingan&#231;a, nem heran&#231;a deixou
N&#227;o levou um tost&#227;o porque n&#227;o tinha n&#227;o
Mas causou perdas e danos
Levou os meus planos, meus pobres enganos
Os meus vinte anos, o meu cora&#231;&#227;o
E al&#233;m de tudo me deixou mudo o viol&#227;o</itunes:summary>
      <itunes:subtitle>A Rita levou meu sorriso no sorriso dela, meu assunto
Levou junto com ela e o que me &#233; de direit...</itunes:subtitle>
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      <title>Play for Him</title>
      <description>
        <![CDATA[Esta música é parte da trilha sonora do filme 'O Libertino',  e é cantada pelo contratenor Daniel Taylor.]]>
      </description>
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      <comments>https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/cronicasurbanas/episodes/2008-05-17T08_51_24-07_00</comments>
      <pubDate>Sat, 17 May 2008 15:51:24 +0000</pubDate>
      <dcterms:modified>2013-12-05</dcterms:modified>
      <dcterms:created>2013-12-05</dcterms:created>
      <link>https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/cronicasurbanas/episodes/2008-05-17T08_51_24-07_00</link>
      <dc:creator>Cr&#244;nicas Urbanas </dc:creator>
      <itunes:keywords>music,soundtrack,film</itunes:keywords>
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      <itunes:duration>261</itunes:duration>
      <itunes:explicit>false</itunes:explicit>
      <itunes:summary>Esta m&#250;sica &#233; parte da trilha sonora do filme 'O Libertino',  e &#233; cantada pelo contratenor Daniel Taylor.</itunes:summary>
      <itunes:subtitle>Esta m&#250;sica &#233; parte da trilha sonora do filme 'O Libertino',  e &#233; cantada pelo contratenor Daniel...</itunes:subtitle>
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