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    <title>Cr&#244;nicas Urbanas' podcast</title>
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      <title>Hark! the Herald Angels Sing - Take 6</title>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 14 Dec 2008 22:41:29 GMT</pubDate>
      <dcterms:modified>2008-12-14</dcterms:modified>
      <dcterms:created>2008-12-14</dcterms:created>
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      <title>Episode 11</title>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 09 Nov 2008 18:37:35 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dcterms:created>2008-11-09</dcterms:created>
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      <title>Jambalaya  -  Fats Domino</title>
      <description>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 00:24:27 GMT</pubDate>
      <dcterms:modified>2008-10-23</dcterms:modified>
      <dcterms:created>2008-10-23</dcterms:created>
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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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      <title>Cordas de A&#231;o  -  Cartola</title>
      <description>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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      <pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 22:12:51 GMT</pubDate>
      <dcterms:modified>2008-10-10</dcterms:modified>
      <dcterms:created>2008-10-10</dcterms:created>
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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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      <title>I Got a Name  -  Jim Croce</title>
      <description>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 17:05:13 GMT</pubDate>
      <dcterms:modified>2008-09-24</dcterms:modified>
      <dcterms:created>2008-09-24</dcterms:created>
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      <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
      <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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    <item>
      <title>Que Bom, Amigo (Milton Nascimento)</title>
      <description>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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      <pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 00:51:35 GMT</pubDate>
      <dcterms:modified>2008-07-11</dcterms:modified>
      <dcterms:created>2008-07-11</dcterms:created>
      <link>http://cronicasurbanas.podOmatic.com</link>
      <dc:creator>Cr&#244;nicas Urbanas </dc:creator>
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      <itunes:duration>173</itunes:duration>
      <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
      <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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      <title>Inverno (de As Quatro Esta&#231;&#245;es - A. Vivaldi) - UAKTI</title>
      <description>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
</description>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 21 Jun 2008 19:38:17 GMT</pubDate>
      <dcterms:modified>2008-06-21</dcterms:modified>
      <dcterms:created>2008-06-21</dcterms:created>
      <link>http://cronicasurbanas.podOmatic.com</link>
      <dc:creator>Cr&#244;nicas Urbanas </dc:creator>
      <itunes:keywords>classical,cl&#225;ssico,inverno,uakti,vivaldi,winter</itunes:keywords>
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      <itunes:duration>157</itunes:duration>
      <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
      <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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      <title>Inverno (Winter) - UAKTI  -  Antonio VIVALDI</title>
      <description>&lt;img src="http://cronicasurbanas.podOmatic.com/mymedia/thumb/1134703/0x0_1053212.jpg" alt="itunes pic" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vers&#227;o do grupo instrumental Uakti para o segundo movimento do Inverno (do concerto 'As Quatro Esta&#231;&#245;es') de Vivaldi.</description>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 21 Jun 2008 19:10:05 GMT</pubDate>
      <dcterms:modified>2008-06-21</dcterms:modified>
      <dcterms:created>2008-06-21</dcterms:created>
      <link>http://cronicasurbanas.podOmatic.com</link>
      <dc:creator>Cr&#244;nicas Urbanas </dc:creator>
      <itunes:keywords>as_quatro_esta&#231;&#245;es,inverno,the_four_seasons,uakti,vivaldi,winter</itunes:keywords>
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      <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
      <itunes:summary>Vers&#227;o do grupo instrumental Uakti para o segundo movimento do Inverno (do concerto 'As Quatro Esta&#231;&#245;es') de Vivaldi.</itunes:summary>
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    <item>
      <title>Pokarekare ana</title>
      <description>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. 
                
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      <pubDate>Sat, 14 Jun 2008 20:59:15 GMT</pubDate>
      <dcterms:modified>2008-06-16</dcterms:modified>
      <dcterms:created>2008-06-14</dcterms:created>
      <link>http://cronicasurbanas.podOmatic.com</link>
      <dc:creator>Cr&#244;nicas Urbanas </dc:creator>
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      <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
      <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. 
                
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      <title>Tired  (Adele)</title>
      <description>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...</description>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 28 May 2008 16:31:22 GMT</pubDate>
      <dcterms:modified>2008-06-11</dcterms:modified>
      <dcterms:created>2008-05-28</dcterms:created>
      <link>http://cronicasurbanas.podOmatic.com</link>
      <dc:creator>Cr&#244;nicas Urbanas </dc:creator>
      <itunes:keywords></itunes:keywords>
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      <itunes:duration>259</itunes:duration>
      <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
      <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>
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      <title>A Rita - (Chico Buarque)</title>
      <description>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</description>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2008 22:31:13 GMT</pubDate>
      <dcterms:modified>2008-06-12</dcterms:modified>
      <dcterms:created>2008-05-20</dcterms:created>
      <link>http://cronicasurbanas.podOmatic.com</link>
      <dc:creator>Cr&#244;nicas Urbanas </dc:creator>
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      <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>
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      <itunes:summary>Esta m&#250;sica &#233; parte da trilha sonora do filme 'O Libertino',  e &#233; cantada pelo contratenor Daniel Taylor.</itunes:summary>
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