[VERIFIED] Download Song There Is None Like You

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As I went out one morning, 'twas in a small cafe,

A forty-year-old waitress to me these words did say.

I see that you are a logger, and not just a common bum,

For nobody but a logger stirs his coffee with his thumb.

My lover was a logger, there's none like him today,

If you poured whiskey on it he'd eat a bale of hay.

He never shaved a whisker from off his horny hide.

He hammered in the bristles and bit them off inside.

My lover came to see me, 'twas on a winter's day.

He hugged me in a fond embrace that broke three vertebrae.

He kissed me when we parter, so hard that it broke my jaw.

I couldn't speak to tell him he forgot his mackinaw.

I watched him as he left me, trudging through the snow,

A-goin' gaily homeward at forty-eight below.

The weather tried to freeze him, it tried its level best.

At a hundred degrees below zero, he buttoned up his vest.

It froze clear down to China, it froze to the heavens above.

At a thousand degrees below zero, it froze my logger love.

They tried in vain to thaw him, and if you believe it, sir,

They made him into axe-blades to cut the Douglas fir.

And so I lost my lover, and to this cafe I've come,

And here I wait for someone who stirs coffee with his thumb.

(from miriam berg's folksong collection)

While there are no specific Bible verses referenced in the song, the message of surrender, dependency, and the importance of worship aligns with numerous passages in the Bible. Verses such as Romans 12:1-2 and Psalm 95:6-7 speak to the call to offer our bodies as living sacrifices and to bow down in worship before the Lord.

This is the only song from The Return of Jafar that is not included on the Aladdin and the King of Thieves soundtrack album (unless one also counts the version of "Arabian Nights" used at the beginning of The Return of Jafar, which is also the theme song for the TV series); this is likely due to the song being sung by Dan Castellaneta rather than Genie's original voice, Robin Williams.

Genie: I parachuted down into the Taj Mahal

I roller-bladed all along the great Great Wall!

I even made the famous Leaning Tower fall,

But who was with me through it all?

Nobody!

The Moscow Circus hired me to fly trapeze

On Mount Olympus won a race with Hercules

It's easy when you're chased by killer bees

Who said "Gesundheit" when I sneezed?

AH CHOO!

So now I'm home

Home again with you

You chase the clouds away

Whenever I am blue

Aladdin: You're always blue.

Genie: And though the pyramids I highly recommend,

There is nothing in the world quite like a friend

Slept like a babe in Bombay on a bed of nails

Moroccans loved my daring dance of seven veils

Why, single-handedly I even saved the whales

No one was there to hear my tales!

In Acapulco joined a Mariachi band

I rode the ragin' rapids down the Rio Grande

Flew in an air balloon, but when I tried to land

Nobody laughed, or lent a hand

Without you, the Amazon is just a trickle

Without you, the Sahara's not so hot

Without you, Niagara Falls is just a leaky faucet

And the QEII is just some yacht

Now that I'm home,

Home again, it's clear,

All I ever wanted

Seems to be right here

I've traveled East and West

And now, I'm back again

And there's nothing in the world quite like a friend

Aladdin: There's nothing in the world

Jasmine: Nothing in the whole wide world

All: There is nothing in the world quite like a friend

Genie: Nothin' in the whole wide world

It was May Day, and we had come of our own free will. We were going to play some songs. Something was going to happen, but neither my brother Alex or I were quite sure what. Luckily Alex had prepared, at least more than me. He\u2019s a bit better at that. He\u2019d worked out the songs, the tunings, the finger picking patterns, the arrangements. He\u2019d even printed them in a school hymnbook, spiral-bound like the ones we had at primary school. It was a glorified setlist, but it would give us confidence. We started calling it \u2018Dumbo\u2019s feather\u2019.

\u201CThere are loads of people in the hall. There\u2019s nothing for them to do, really. Would you lead a sing-song, lads?\u201D

I really wanted my sausage roll.

\u201COur guitars are up on the headland. Sorry. That\u2019s such a shame.\u201D

Two minutes later he came back and said he\u2019d found a guitar. There was one in the village belonging to a local called something like Hippie Dougie.

\u201CIt\u2019s beaten up. He says it\u2019s got most of the strings. But you can use that, right?\u201D

\u201CWe need two guitars though,\u201D I said, using my best London, \u2018Sorry, this isn\u2019t going to work, guys,\u2019 voice.

Fergal went to find a second guitar in the village.

We had made a mistake. We\u2019d said \u2018no\u2019. So we said \u2018yes\u2019 instead.

Jon ferried us back and forth and we brought down all our kit, perched on the edge of the village hall stage, and fifteen minutes later, we were leading a village hall full of fans and locals in communal singsongs from the film. We ran out of tunes. They gave me a printed booklet of the words for the song I said we didn\u2019t know, so now we knew that one.

Then it dawned on me. Jon\u2019s drum was an Irish drum. So it must have been bought here, probably by Fergal, for his film. The procession wouldn\u2019t work without it. Even though it felt like nobody was in charge, everything was always in place for whatever was needed. Just because there were always answers, everywhere. Like a film director needs. Quick answers. Whenever the answer might be no, the answer was yes instead. Here. Use this. Why don\u2019t you do that? How about this?

But this wasn\u2019t a music festival, or a summer fete, or even a wedding. You know how stressful and micromanaged the average small wedding is? How tense? How on-rails? How there\u2019s an edge that unless everything is in exactly the right place, it will be a disaster? They make television programmes about it. Nothing like that. And yet it was the size and intricacy of the biggest weddings I\u2019ve ever attended.

There was an electric buzz up the crowd. I mean, deep down, it\u2019s only bonfire night. But who doesn\u2019t love bonfire night? And why do it in the dark? The sun god is up there on the headland, and he\u2019s going to put on one hell of a show. A community spring ritual. A real one. I like Cadbury\u2019s Mini Eggs more than most, but this was clearly going to piss on Easter.

The only song came from the Wiccans. When Sumer Is Icumen In failed to spread through the crowd, they burst into a powerful, passionate song to the Goddess, because it\u2019s a spring festival, and that\u2019s what we do when the village has a colossal ritual bonfire on May Day. We all stood back and let them bellow. It was magical. Literally. And whatever they did pleased the sun. Because it burned on the horizon like it did in the film, blazing into everybody\u2019s cameras and sending up ghostly balls of lens flare to make every snapshot look like it had a cinematographer behind it.

And it all happened because nobody seemed to really be in charge, authority was released, there was a proper atmosphere of misrule that is essential for May Day revels, and totally absent from every festival I\u2019ve ever been at. I hate most festivals. I hate being given wrist bands that tell me where I can and cannot go. I get a feeling of the first day at a new school, like I do at airports, like everyone knows where to go and what to do, what the rules are, how to behave, and how to have fun, and I don\u2019t know yet. I feel no joy in a big crowd the size of a town, powered mainly by FOMO, who all knew when to go online and buy tickets. Plus there\u2019s the anxiety that I\u2019ll get something wrong. A blend of upbringing and type of brain make festivals No Fun At All. They are Not For The Likes Of Me. I do not belong. Worst of all, there are strict terms of \u2018no\u2019, and they are coming down the track with the stern authority of Sergeant Howie taking control of the school lesson, and telling off cheeky Daisy and Miss Rose for their godless games.

But having established all this beauty, what becomes of it? In the middle section,it breaks down. It doesn't break down immediately, like a record scratch; it slowly becomes more ominous. Soon the guitar takes over and the song has becomesomething different. it moves at the same pace, but something has changed. No longer major chords, the chords here are all minor and incomplete. e24fc04721