Letter to You

Letter to You

Bruce Springsteen

’Neath a crowd of mongrel trees

I pulled that bothersome thread

Got down on my knees

Grabbed my pen and bowed my head

Tried to summon all that my heart finds true

And send it in my letter to you

 

Things I found out through hard times and good

I wrote ’em all out in ink and blood

Dug deep in my soul and signed my name true

And sent it in my letter to you

 

In my letter to you

I took all my fears and doubts

In my letter to you

All the hard things I found out

In my letter to you

All that I’ve found true

And I sent it in my letter to you

 

I took all the sunshine and rain

All my happiness and all my pain

The dark evening stars

And the morning sky of blue

And I sent it in my letter to you

And I sent it in my letter to you

 

In my letter to you

I took all my fears and doubts

In my letter to you

All the hard things that I found out

In my letter to you

All that I found true

And I sent it in my letter to you

I sent it in my letter to you

I'm Gonna Sit Right down and Write Myself a Letter

 

I'm Gonna Sit Right down and Write Myself a Letter

Sara Vaughan

Music by Fred E. Ahlert  / Lyrics by Joe Young

I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter

And make believe it came from you

I'm gonna write words, oh, so sweet

They're gonna knock me off my feet

Kisses on the bottom

I'll be glad I've got 'em

I'm gonna smile and say "I hope you're feelin' better"

And sign "with love" the way you do

I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter

And make believe it came from you

I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter

And make believe it came from you

I'm gonna write words, oh, so sweet

They're gonna knock me off my feet

Kisses on the bottom

I'll be glad I've got 'em

I'm gonna smile and say "I hope you're feelin' better"

And sign "with love" the way you do

I'm gonna sit right down, write myself a letter

And make believe it came from you

And make believe it came from you

Then Why?

«Your letters they all say that you're beside me now.
Then why do I feel alone?»

Leonard Cohen, So Long, Marianne

Why Don't You Write Me?

Why Don't You Write Me?

Simon & Garfunkel

Why don't you write me

I'm out in the jungle

I'm hungry to hear you.

Send me a card,

I am waiting so hard

To be near you.

Why don't you write?

Something is wrong

And I know I got to be there.

Maybe I'm lost,

But I can't make the cost

Of the airfare, ooh

Tell me why (Why)

Tell me why (Why)

Why don't you write me,

A letter would brighten

My loneliest evening.

Mail it today

If it's only to say

That you're leaving me.

Monday morning, sitting in the sun

Hoping and wishing for the mail to come.

Tuesday, never got a word,

Wednesday, Thursday, ain't no sign,

Drank a half a bottle of iodine.

Friday, woe is me

Gonna hang my body from the highest tree.

Why don't you write me?

Strawberry Letter 23

Strawberry Letter #23

The Brothers Johnson

[From Wikipedia: "It is said that Shuggie Otis wrote the song for a girlfriend who used strawberry-scented paper when she wrote letters to him, but Otis himself says that it's not true."]

I heard a kiss from you
Red magic satin playing near, too

All through the morning rain
I gaze - the sun doesn't shine -
Rainbows and waterfalls run through my mind

In the garden - I see west
Purple shower, bells and tea
Orange birds and river cousins dressed in green

Pretty music I hear - so happy
And loud - blue flower echo
From a cherry cloud

Feel sunshine sparkle pink and blue
Playgrounds will laugh
if you try to ask
Is it cool?, is it cool?

If you arrive and don't see me
I'm going to be with my baby
I am free - flying in her arms, over the sea

Stained window, yellow candy screen
See speakers of kite - with velvet roses diggin' freedom flight

A present from you - Strawberry letter 22
The music plays, I sit in for a few

Dear Darlin

Dear Darlin

Olly Murs

Dear darlin’, please excuse my writing.
I can’t stop my hands from shaking
'Cause I’m cold and alone tonight.

I miss you and nothing hurts like no you.
And no one understands what we went through.
It was short. It was sweet. We tried.

And if my words break through the wall
And meet you at your door,
All I can say is “Girl, I mean them all.”

Dear darlin’, please excuse my writing.
I can’t stop my hands from shaking
'Cause I’m cold and alone tonight.

I miss you and nothing hurts like no you.
And no one understands what we went through.
It was short. It was sweet. We tried. We tried.

[Woman:] I understand where he's coming from.

Been thinking about the bar we drank in.
Feeling like the sofa was sinking.
I was warm in the hold of your eyes.

So if my words break through the wall
To meet you at your door,
All I can say is “Girl, I mean them all.”

Dear darlin’, please excuse my writing.
I can’t stop my hands from shaking
'Cause I’m cold and alone tonight.

I miss you and nothing hurts like no you.
And no one understands what we went through.
It was short. It was sweet. We tried.

Oh I can't cope. These arms are yours to hold.

And I miss you and nothing hurts like no you.
And no one understands what we went through.
It was short. It was sweet. We tried.
We tried

Sit down and Write a Letter to Me

Postcard sent by Heleen (the Netherlands).

Kangen

Kangen

Dewa 19

NB I don't understand the lyrics, but anyway I trust the person who told me this is a love story who includes a letter...

P.S. I Love You

P.S. I Love You

The Beatles

As I write this letter,

Send my love to you,

Remember that I'll always, 

Be in love with you. 

Treasure these few words 'til we're together,

Keep all my love forever, 

P.S., I love you. 

You, you, you.

I'll be coming home again to you, love,

And 'til the day I do, love, 

P.S., I love you. 

You, you, you. 

As I write this letter,

Send my love to you, 

Remember that I'll always, 

Be in love with you. 

Treasure these few words 'til we're together,

Keep all my love forever, 

P.S., I love you. 

You, you, you.

As I write this letter, (Oh oh oh)

Send my love to you, (You know I want you to) 

Remember that I'll always, (Yeah) 

Be in love with you. 

I'll be coming home again to you, love,

And 'til the day I do, love, 

P.S., I love you. 

You, you, you. 

You, you, you. 

I love you.

The Letter

The Letter

The Box Tops

  Give me a ticket for an aeroplane

Ain't got time to take a fast train

Lonely days are gone, I'm a goin' home

My baby has just wrote me a letter

I don't get care how much money I gotta spend

Got to get back to my baby again

Lonely days are gone, I'm a goin' home

My baby has just wrote me a letter

 Well, she wrote me a letter said she couldn't live without me no mo'

Listen Mister, can't you see I got to get back to my baby once mo'

Anyway, yeah

 Give me a ticket for an aeroplane

Ain't got time to take a fast train

Lonely days are gone, I'm a goin' home

My baby has just wrote me a letter

 Well, she wrote me a letter said she couldn't live without me no mo'

Listen Mister, can't you see I got to get back to my baby once mo'

Anyway, yeah

 Give me a ticket for an aeroplane

Ain't got time to take a fast train 

Lonely days are gone, I'm a goin' home

My baby has just wrote me a letter

My baby has just wrote me a letter

Return to Sender

Return to sender

Elvis Presley

Return to sender

Return to sender

I gave a letter to the postman

He put it in his sack

Bright and early next mornin'

He brought my letter back

(she wrote upon it)

Return to sender

Address unknown

No such number

No such soul

We had a quarrel

A lover's spat

I write I'm sorry

But my letter keeps coming back

So when I dropped it in the mail box

As any special deed

Bright and early next morning

It came right back to me

(she wrote upon it)

Return to sender

Address unknown

No such person

No such soul

This time I'm gonna take it myself

And put it right in her hand

And if it comes back the very next day

Then I'll understand

(The writing on it)

Return to sender

Address unknown

No such number

No such soul

Return to sender

Return to sender

Return to sender

Return to sender

Dirty Little Secret

Dirty Little Secret

The All-American Rejects

[This is a song based on the PostSecret project.]

Let me know that I've done wrong,

When I've known this all along,

I go around a time or two,

Just to waste my time with you.

Tell me all that you've thrown away,

Find out games you don't wanna play,

You are the only one that needs to know--

I'll keep you my dirty little secret,

(Dirty little secret)

Don't tell anyone or you`ll be just another regret,

(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)

My dirty little secret,

Who has to know? 

When we live such fragile lives,

It's the best way we survive,

I go around a time or two,

Just to waste my time with you,

Tell me all that you've thrown away,

find out games you don't wanna play,

you are the only one that needs to know---

I'll keep you my dirty little secret,

(Dirty little secret)

Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret,

(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)

My dirty little secret.

Who has to know?

The way she feels inside (inside!)

Those thoughts I can't deny (can't deny!)

These sleeping dogs won't lie (won't lie!)

And all I've tried to hide

It's eating me apart 

Trace this life back! 

I'll keep you my dirty little secret,

(Dirty little secret)

Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret.

(Just another regret)

I'll keep you my dirty little secret,

Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret,

(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)

My dirty little secret,

Dirty little secret,

Dirty little secret. 

Who has to know?

Who has to know?

Pieter Post

Pieter Post

Pieter Post Pieter Post met z'n poes verdient de kost

in z'n rode wagen

zon of regen vlagen

brieven pakjes brengt hij door het land

Pieter Post Pieter Post met z'n poes verdient de kost 

Vogels in de bomen 

zien hem fluitend komen 

Pieter is als vriend steeds bij de hand

Ieder kent 

Z'n mooie rode kar 

als z'n klanten zwaaien naar hem en lachen 

Wie weet 

brengt hij jou ook wat 

Hoor je klop: de post!

Kijk gauw op de mat

Pieter Post Pieter Post met z'n poes verdient de kost 

Vogels in de bomen 

zien hem fluitend komen 

Pieter is als vriend steeds bij de hand

Dutch version of Postman Pat.
Thank you, Heleen!

Postman Pat and His Black and White Cat

Postman Pat

 Postman Pat 

 Postman Pat 

 Postman Pat and his black and white cat. 

 Early in the morning, 

 When the day is dawning, 

 He picks up all the post bags in his van. 

 Postman Pat 

 Postman Pat 

 Postman Pat and his black and white cat. 

 All the birds are singing and the day is just begining, 

 Pat feels he's a really happy man. 

 Everybody knows his bright red van, 

 All his friends will smile as he waves to greet them. 

 Maybe, you can never be sure, there'll be knock (knock knock) 

 ring, (ring ring) 

 Letters through your door! he he! 

 Postman Pat 

 Postman Pat 

 Postman Pat and his black and white cat. 

 All the birds are singing, and the day is just beginning, 

 Pat feels he's a really happy man. 

 Pat feels he's a really happy man. 

 (slowly) Pat feels he's a really happy man.

En los árboles

En los árboles

El Último de la Fila

A veces escribo cartas para no sentirme atado,
para no aferrarme a remilgos que yo quisiera abolidos
de mi vida.

 Y pinto de colores los sobres. En el remite soy un enigma.
Espero siempre una respuesta para sentirme querido
como los niños chicos. 

 Mensajes que llegaran, papeles envolviendo una piedra.
Mensajes de cariño que rompieran el cristal de mi cuarto.
 

Quién pudiese ingerir un fármaco precioso,
convertir en realidad todos esos sueños.

Cartas que me dijesen cosas bonitas
como que vendrás a maullarme de contraseña en la madrugada
bajo mi ventana.

 Que corriéramos campo a través, a la luz de los fulgores del alba.
Chispas blancas sobre el rojo violento. 

Y que hiciésemos cabañas
en los árboles.

Mensajes que llegaran, papeles envolviendo una piedra.
Mensajes de cariño que rompieran el cristal de mi cuarto.

Mail Myself to You

Mail Myself to You

Peter Seeger

I'm gonna wrap myself in paper

I'm gonna daub myself with glue

Stick some stamps on the top of my head

I'm gonna mail myself to you

I'm gonna tie me in a little red string

I'm gonna tie blue ribbons too

Climb up into my mail box

I'm gonna mail myself to you

When you find me in your mail box

Cut the string and let me out

Wash the glue off of my fingers

Stick some bubble gum in my mouth

Take me out of my wrapping paper

Wash the stamps off of my head

Pour me full of some ice cream soda

Tuck me into a nice warm bed

Why Are You Sending Me Postcards?

 

Why are you sending me postcards?
Lyrics and music: Claes Eriksson

Why are you sending me postcards,
when you don't love me no more?
I have no interest in postcards.
What are you sending them for?

I have no interest in places,
places that you like to see.
Beaches and cities and faces,
why do you mail them to me?

Why are you sending me postcards?
What do you want me to see?
Or do you think all these postcards
proves that you're happy and free?

Or do you think I collect them,
thousands of postcards from you?
Yes, you must think I collect them,
but that is not what I do...

I give them to Morgan, my dog, every night.
He eats them and thinks that they taste quite alright.
He looks at me afterwards, thinking so sweet:
Why is she sending me postcards to eat?

I don't know, little Morgan, I don't know, I reply.
I don't know why she sends them, no I don't know why.
Then I tell him that maybe already next day,
he's going to have a little piece of Bombay.

Your Letter Says You Do Not Love Me Any More

«Tu carta me dice que ya no me amas. Y yo me muero en cada renglón.»

Manolo Escobar

(«Tu carta», Miel de amores)

I Miss You So Much

«T'enyoro tant que si pogués m'enviaria per correu»

Quimi Portet

(«Montserrat», Hoquei sobre pedres)

Letters Saying Nice Words

«Cartas que me dijeran cosas bonitas, como que vendrás a maullarme de contraseña en la madrugada, bajo mi ventana»

El Último de la fila

(«En los árboles», Como la cabeza al sombrero)