Popmundial.com - Music Around the World (6 years of podcasting!)
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Popmundial is now "made in the UK" (again) after an short episode at Boulogne sur Mer, France. But they didn't like the concept to go on FM....
We are presenting popular music from around the world by our Popmundial Association. Join showing you the variety of music ! Popmundial follows an All Music plan, described by „Joe, the producer“ as “a place where all sorts of music can be played in close juxtaposition, and where listeners who want to know more about the kind of music they don´t know about – can learn about it.” An All Music Centre ! We show you the Variety of Music ! Popmundial Radio was produced by the Popmundial Association, now by POPMUNDIAL SERVICES UK popmundial.com
I just can't have the way that I feel we all want our dreams to be real. There's circumstances I just can't understand. Why does money got to be a man? Everyone has an ego to fear. And everyone is still agree. There's one thing that I got to say.
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Stand together and break our curses. We look up in an instant shape and dream. That's the thing that I see when the eyes see. Let's find a new tree. Hang a change in it for you and me. By the days will come and you'll see anger change. Y'all, if y'all wanna see some changes being made in America today, come on, clear me here like this.
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Sit down on your daddy. Sit down on your daddy.
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I gotta tell you something, baby.
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Allez on va dire à égalité aujourd'hui, il a un des two meilleurs DJ de la planète, Monsieur DJ Zebra, ladies and Jack.
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Lloyd Belly Boop et retour pour la study live, the big president. Oh my boy, il a bestiv. Lord des pètes, il a testé la peste copybook. Pour mieux te transformer en armée de brazil. Comment je tante une mélodie? What pay the death to you, Mr President? Ave-moi les trois un coup Best Saddam Laden Bush, Subendo, Petite Alumette, What the Fois Potter d'Ostam, Sadamise, Bouche à Bouche, Top Bay Bouffée de Retour, des pulls, the pistolistes, presidents, I won't you believe that to the ride? The best of these presidents.
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On est volé, on est un seul de bout en bout.
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You're unbelievable.
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I'm in disguise.
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I'd love to build it, tell the work. God knows I'd let it die, tell the world. I do anything, just to get allowed by you. Got so much trouble, I don't know what to do. Got so much trouble, I don't know what to do. Just to make a love to you. I wanna hug you, Chris. I wanna hug you, Chris. That's so much trouble I don't know what to do. That's so much trouble I don't know what to do We have to anything just to make love to you I won't hug you, Chris, squeezing them, hello I won't hug you, Chris, squeeze your mama, hello You know about that bigger that love
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In the next hour, all live, all recorded live in concert. Popmondial radio, popmondial.com. We show you the variety of music.
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If I was too out, you're on the left.
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There are to know we just now of the rake bam oder verbrand in fall the child from his gross in irgendeinem stellen, gehe ich erst nieder, seh uns vielleicht nie wieder, küsse mich ein letzter Mamma. Gleich Al Stern mit dem Song so lange dois mondial radio.
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Le béni d'accord, l'immano yamaut Yo fai l'amour yama, le béni A Sarah Bouji Machata me van a sou a yas fana a I dunno at the salas fana aye Patriadala I was taking a ramble there one day about three years ago.
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It was the middle of the week, I think it was, and I was halfway between Pocon and Nina. I was looking for the Shannon. And I ended up in the mushroom field near Gortaloca. How ya? I stumbled into a fairy ring. Jess I couldn't get out. I was there for three days and three nights. Wandering around in circles like a lunatic. I saw a fella come on the road hedge on. Give us a hand to get out of this old fairy ring. But Jessie took me by the arm and he led me out onto the road. Where are you going? says I don't know, says he. Jess is I'll go there too. So he took me to Paddy Kennedy's pub and poke on into the snug. Yeah? And he called for a drink. And then I called for a drink, and then he called for another drink, and I called for two drinks, and then we sat down and we had a drink. The old tongue started to loosen up and the old thoughts began to flow, but Jesse he told me a few of his poems, and they were marvelous. After a few drinks. Then I sang a song and he put on the jukebox. And Jess, I heard this beautiful song I'd never heard it before. It was all about a summer day in Siam and a rainy day in Soho and a pair of brown eyes and a coffin ship sailing across the broad Atlantic foam. The sick bed at Kuhulum. Ah yeah. And then he went It was Christmas Eve in the drunk tank. An old man said, son, I won't see another one. And then he sang a song. I turned my eyes away. They could carry, they get the cars, they got the gold. But the wind glows like through you to the place for the old. When the first took your hand, on the cold Christmas Eve. Oh, we told you that the Broadway was awakened for me. You were handsome and pretty, queen of New York City. When the band finished playin', the crowd howled for more. Senators were swinging, and all the crowd there were singin'. Oh, we kissed an in the corner and the dance around the floor. And the boys from the New York Pauli Squire were singin' Gallway Bay. And the bells were ringing out on Christmas Day. And so could anyone I took my dreams from you when I first met you, I kept them with me, babe, and I put them with my own. I can't make it all alone. I've built my dreams all around you. And you're a bum, you're a punk, you're an owl whore and junk, lying there under the rip, nearly dead in the bed. Yes, come back, you maggot, get cheap, lousy faggot. Happy Christmas, me arse. Oh, would rather be dead. And the boys from the NYPD choir were singin'. Call baby and the bells were ringing out on Christmas Day. Oh, I love ya, baby. I've got a feel this year's friend. Happy Christmas. Oh, I love ya, baby. There's gonna be good times when all our dreams come true. So happy Christmas. I love ya, baby. It's a Shane Magoon from a poker and the country temporary in the snug, and I took him by the hand and I gazed into his eyes and I kissed him on the lips and I said, Shane, I love you, baby, too.
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That old black magic has me in its spell. That old black magic that you eat so well throws icy fingers up and down my spine. The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine, the same old tingle that I feel inside. Then that elevator starts its rise, then down and down I go, Round and round I go, like a leaf caught in the tide. I should stay away, but what can I do? I hear your name, and I'm aflame, aflame with such a burning desire, that only your kiss can put out the fire. Cause you're the lover I have waited for. You're the mate that fate had me created for. Every time your lips meet mine, darling down and down I go, round and round I go in a spin, loving the spin all in. Under that oar, black magic. And every time your lips beat my eye, down and down and down and down. I go round and round and round I go in a spin, love in a spin, and then under that old black magic color, under that old black magic call.
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There's the place name and they call it the name of a country, they call it Ras Common. So there's a song made up about any more and the country Rascommon. The country has come with rain. I think rise in the window to play. I made you very clear. I don't like your love. You are young. You are young. You look like it. You are we all valid.com.
