Title Ain’t Nothing Like The Real Thing
Composer Nickolas Ashford, Valerie Simpson
Live at Palais Des Sports, Paris
Year 1977 (November 28)
Country France
Title Ain’t Nothing Like The Real Thing
Composer Nickolas Ashford, Valerie Simpson
Composition’s Year 1968
First Recording Artist Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell
Aretha’s First Recording Year 1973
Lyrics
There ain’t nothing like the real thing, baby
There ain’t nothing like the real thing
There ain’t nothing like the real thing, baby
There ain’t nothing like the real thing
I see your picture hanging on the wall
But it can’t sing or come to me when I call your name
I realize it’s just a picture in a frame
And I read your letters when you’re not here
They don’t move me, they don’t groove me
Like when I hear your sweet voice whispering in my ear
There ain’t nothing like the real thing, baby
There ain’t nothing like the real thing
No other sound is quite the same as your name
No touch can do half as much to make me feel better
Let’s stay together, together, baby
Together, yeah, together, together
I got some memories to look back on
And though they help when you phone
I’m well aware nothing takes the place of your being there
There ain’t nothing, there ain’t nothing like the real thing, baby
There ain’t nothing like the real thing (not like the real thing)
There ain’t nothing like the real thing (not like the real thing)
There ain’t nothing like the real thing (not like the real thing)
Oh, oh, there ain’t nothing like the real thing (not like the real thing)
There ain’t nothing like the real thing (not like the real thing)
The real, the real, there ain’t nothing like the real thing (not like the real thing)
The real, the real, the real, the real thing, oh, the real thing (not like the real thing)
(Not like the real thing)
Català – No Hi Ha Res Com Les Coses Reals
No hi ha res com les coses reals, noi
No hi ha res com les coses reals
No hi ha res com les coses reals, noi
No hi ha res com les coses reals
Veig la teva foto penjada a la paret
Però no pot cantar ni venir cap a mi quan dic el teu nom
M’adono que és només un quadre en un marc
I llegeixo les teves cartes quan no hi ets
No em commouen, no em deixen marca
Com quan escolto la teva dolça veu xiuxiuejant a la meva oïda
No hi ha res com les coses reals, noi
No hi ha res com les coses reals
Cap altre so és exactament igual que el teu nom
Cap altre tacte pot fer ni la meitat per fer-me sentir millor
Estiguem junts, junts, noi
Junts, sí, junts, junts
Tinc alguns records als que tornar
I encara que m’ajuden quan telefones
Sóc molt conscient que res substitueix la teva presència
No hi ha res, no hi ha res com les coses reals, noi
No hi ha res com les coses reals (no com les coses reals)
No hi ha res com les coses reals (no com les coses reals)
No hi ha res com les coses reals (no com les coses reals)
Oh, oh, no hi ha res com les coses reals (no com les coses reals)
No hi ha res com les coses reals (no com les coses reals)
Reals, reals, no hi ha res com les coses reals (no com les coses reals)
Reals, reals, reals, les coses reals, oh, les coses reals (no com les coses reals)
(No com les coses reals)
Title Ain’t Nothing Like The Real Thing
Composer Nickolas Ashford, Valerie Simpson
Live at 17th Grammy Awards Ceremony (CBS), Uris Theatre (Gershwin Theatre since June 5, 1983), New York
Year 1975 (March 1)
Country USA
