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pulp fiction (trilha-sonora) - ezekiel
The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides
By the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men.
Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will,
Shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness,
For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children.
And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger
Those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers.
And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you."
pulp fiction (trilha-sonora) - girl, you ll be a woman soon
I love you so much, can't count all the ways
I'd die for you girl, and all they can say is
"he's not your kind"
They never get tired of puttin' me down
And i never know when i come around
What i'm gonna find
Don't let them make up your mind
Don't you know
Girl, you'll be a woman soon
Please come take my hand
Girl, you'll be a woman soon
Soon you'll need a man
I've been misunderstood for all of my life
But what they're sayin', girl, just cuts like a knife
"the boy's no good"
Well, i finally found what i've been looking for
But if they get the chance, they'll end it for sure
Sure they would
Baby, i've done all i could
Now it's up to you
Girl, you'll be a woman soon
Please come take my hand
Girl, you'll be a woman soon
Soon you'll need a man
Girl, you'll be a woman soon
Please come take my hand
Girl, you'll be a woman soon
Soon, but soon you'll need a man
pulp fiction (trilha-sonora) - bullwinkle part ii
[FABIAN]
Whose motorcycle is this?
[BUTCH]
It's a chopper, baby.
[FABIAN]
Whose chopper is this?
[BUTCH]
Zed's.
[FABIAN]
Who's Zed?
[BUTCH]
Zed's dead, baby, Zed's dead.
pulp fiction (trilha-sonora) - you never can tell
It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell,
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
They furnished off an apartment with a two room Roebuck sale
The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale,
But when Pierre found work, the little money comin' worked out well
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast
Seven hundred little records, all rock, rhythm and jazz
But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
They bought a souped-up jitney, 'twas a cherry red '53,
They drove it down to Orleans to celebrate the anniversary
It was there that Pierre was married to the lovely mademoiselle
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
It had a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell,
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
pulp fiction (trilha-sonora) - flowers on the wall
I keep hearin' you're concerned about my happiness
But all that thought you're givin' me is conscience I guess
If I was walkin' in your shoes, I wouldn't worry none
While you 'n' your friends are worried about me I'm havin' lots of fun
Countin' flowers on the wall
That don't bother me at all
Playin' solitaire till dawn with a deck of fifty-one
Smokin' cigarettes and watchin' Captain Kangaroo
Now don't tell me I've nothin' to do
Last night I dressed in tails, pretended I was on the town
As long as I can dream it's hard to slow this swinger down
So please don't give a thought to me, I'm really doin' fine
You can always find me here, I'm havin' quite a time
Countin' flowers on the wall
That don't bother me at all
Playin' solitaire till dawn with a deck of fifty-one
Smokin' cigarettes and watchin' Captain Kangaroo
Now don't tell me I've nothin' to do
It's good to see you, I must go, I know I look a fright
Anyway my eyes are not accustomed to this light
And my shoes are not accustomed to this hard concrete
So I must go back to my room and make my day complete
Countin' flowers on the wall
That don't bother me at all
Playin' solitaire till dawn with a deck of fifty-one
Smokin' cigarettes and watchin' Captain Kangaroo
Now don't tell me I've nothin' to do
Don't tell me I've nothin' to do
pulp fiction (trilha-sonora) - if love is a red dress
My heart is empty.
Your eyes are dark.
Once we were hungry,
Now we are full.
These chains that bind us,
Can't beat these chains.
If love is shelter,
I'm gonna walk in the rain.
You were my angel.
Now, you are real.
So like a stranger,
Colder than steel.
The morning after,
You know what you bring.
If love is a red dress,
Well, hang me in rags.
Away.
There goes the fairy tale.
Lord, ain't it a shame?
In all this comfort,
I can't take the strain.
If we played even,
I'd be your queen.
But someone was cheatin'.
And it wasn't me.
I've laid it on the table,
You had something back.
If love is Aces,
Give me the Jack.
pulp fiction (trilha-sonora) - jungle boogie
Get down, Get down, get down, get down X6
Ahhhhhhhhhhh !
Jungle Boogie
Jungle Boogie
Get It On
Jungle Boogie
Jungle Boogie
Get It On
Jungle Boogie
Jungle Boogie
Jungle Boogie
Get Down With The Boogie
Jungle Boogie
(Come & Shake It Around)
Jungle Boogie
Help & Get Down
Jungle Boogie
Boogie Baby
Jungle Boogie
The Boogie
Jungle Boogie
Bruhuhuhu
Jungle Boogie
Get Down
Jungle Boogie
Get Boogie
Jungle Boogie
Let Me Jump In
Jungle Boogie
Down With The Boogie
Get down, Get down, jungle boogie, get down, get down X6
Uh, Yeah
Feel The Funk You'll
Let Me Feel The Load
Get Down With The Boogie
I'm Gonna Knock With The Jungle Boogie
Get Down
Get Down With The Boogie Say
Ough!
Get Down Say Ugh
Get Down Say Ugh
Till You Feel It You'll
Get Down You'll
Get Down
Get Funky Ya'll
With The Get Down
pulp fiction (trilha-sonora) - lonesome town
There's a place where lovers go
To cry their troubles away
And they call it Lonesome Town
Where the broken hearts stay
[Lonesome town]
You can buy a dream or two,
To last you all through the years
And the only price you pay
Is a heart full of tears
[Full of tears]
Goin' down to lonesome town,
Where the broken hearts stay,
Goin' down to lonesome town
To cry my troubles away.
In the town of broken dreams,
The streets are filled with regret,
Maybe down in lonesome town,
I can learn to forget.
[To forget]
Maybe down in lonesome town,
I can learn to forget,
[Lonesome town]
pulp fiction (trilha-sonora) - son of a preacher man
Billy-Ray was a Preacher's son,
And when his daddy would visit he'd come along,
When they gathered round and started talking,
Cousin Billy would take me walking,
Through the back yard we'd go walking,
Then he'd look into my eyes,
Lord knows to my suprise:
The only one who could ever reach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
The only boy who could ever teach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
Yes he was, he was, oh yes he was.
Being good isn't always easy,
No matter how hard I tried,
When he started sweet talking to me,
he'd come tell me everything is alright,
he'd kiss and tell me everything is alright,
Can I get away again tonight?.
The only one who could ever reach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
The only boy who could ever teach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
Yes he was, he was, oh yes he was.
How well I remember,
The look that was in his eyes,
Stealing kisses from me on the sly,
Taking time to make time,
Telling me that he's all mine,
Learning from each others knowing,
Looking to see how much we'd grown.
The only one who could ever reach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
The only boy who could ever teach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
Yes he was, he was, oh yes he was.
pulp fiction (trilha-sonora) - jack rabbit slims twist contest [dialogo] & yo
pulp fiction (trilha-sonora) - let s stay together
I, I'm so in love with you
Whatever you want to do
Is all right with me
'Cause you make me feel so brand new
And I want to spend my life with you
Since, since we've been together
Loving you forever
Is what I need
Let me be the one you come running to
I'll never be untrue
Let's, let's stay together
Lovin' you whether, whether
Times are good or bad, happy or sad
Whether times are good or bad, happy or sad
Why, why some people break up
Then turn around and make up
I just can't see
You'd never do that to me (would you, baby)
Staying around you is all I see
(Here's what I want us to do)
Coda (repeat to fade):
Let's, we oughta stay together
Loving you whether, whether
Times are good or bad, happy or sad
pulp fiction (trilha-sonora) - personality goes a long way
[VINCENT]
You want some bacon?
[JULES]
No, man, I don't eat pork.
[VINCENT]
Are you Jewish ?
[JULES]
No, I ain't Jewish, i just don't dig on swine, that's all.
[VINCENT]
Why not?
[JULES]
Pigs are filthy animals. I don't eat filthy animals.
[VINCENT]
But bacon tastes good, pork chops taste good...
[JULES]
Hey, sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie,
But I'd never know 'cause I wouldn't eat the filthy motherfuckers.
Pigs sleep and root in shit, that's a filthy animal.
I don't eat nothin' that ain't got sense enough to disregard its own feces.
[VINCENT]
How about a dog? A dog eats its own feces
[JULES]
I don't eat dog either
[VINCENT]
Yeah, but do you consider a dog to be a filthy animal?
[JULES]
I wouldn't go so far as to call a dog filthy, but it's definately dirty.
But, dogs got personality, personality goes a long way.
[VINCENT]
So by that rationale, if a pig had a better personality, he would cease to be a filty animal. Is that true?
[JULES]
We' have to be talkin' 'bout one charmin' motherfuckin' pig.
I mean he'd have to be ten times more charmin' than that Arnold on Green Acres, you know what I'm sayin'?
pulp fiction (trilha-sonora) - pumpkin and honey bunny
[HONEY BUNNY]
I love you, Pumpkin.
[PUMPKIN]
I love you, Honey Bunny.
[PUMPKIN]
Everybody be cool this is a robbery!
[HONEY BUNNY]
Any of you fuckin' pricks move and I'll execute every motherfucking last one of you
Misirlou
[Instrumental]
pulp fiction (trilha-sonora) - royale with cheese
[JULES]
Okay so, tell me again about the hash bars.
[VINCENT]
Okey what do you want to know?
[JULES]
Well, hash is legal over there, right?
[VINCENT]
Yeah,It's legal but it ain't hundred percent legal, I mean, you just can't walk into a restaurant,
roll a joint and start puffin' away. They want you to smoke in your home or certain designated places.
[JULES]
And those are the hash bars?
[VINCENT]
Yeah, It breaks down like this, ok, it's legal to buy it, it's legal to own it,
And if you're the proprietor of a hash bar, it's legal to sell it.
It's legal to carry it, but...but that dosen't matter, 'cause, get a load of this; all right,
If you get stopped by a cop in Amsterdam, it's illegal for them to search you.
I mean that's a right the cops in Amsterdam don't have.
[JULES]
Oh, man, I'm goin', that's all there is to it. I'm fuckin' goin'.
[VINCENT]
I know, baby, you'd dig it the most.. But you know what the funniest thing about Europe is?
[JULES]
What?
[VINCENT]
It's the little differences. A lotta the same shit we got here,
they got there, but there they're a little different.
[JULES]
Example ?
[VNCENT]
Alright, when you .... into a movie theatre in Amsterdam, you can buy beer.
And I don't mean in a paper cup either. They give you a glass of beer
And in Paris, you can buy beer at MacDonald's.
And you know what they call a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?
[JULES]
They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with Cheese?
[VINCENT]
No, they got the metric system there, they wouldn't know what the fuck a Quarter Pounder is.
[JULES]
What'd they call it?
[VINCENT]
They call it Royale with Cheese.
[JULES]
Royale with Cheese. What'd they call a Big Mac?
[VINCENT]
Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it Le Big Mac.
[JULES]
Le big Mac ! Ahhaha, what do they call a Whopper?
[VINCENT]
I dunno, I didn't go into a Burger King.
But you know what they put on french fries in Holland instead of ketchup?
[JULES]
What?
[VINCENT]
Mayonnaise.
[JULES]
Goddamn!
[VINCENT]
I seen 'em do it man, they fuckin' drown 'em in it.
[JULES]
Uuccch!
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