The Puppini Sisters - Mr Sandman video free download

Jose Font-Bernard

Sounds Good but the interpretation lacks depth and does not relate to the songs lyrics, they should stick with 1930's and 1940's songs.

Joe Bloomberg

Good Music <3

Lukidou24 rs'u

Écoutez sa

Borg clone

very different form the chordettes

ROBERTO CAPUTO

Great , ilike this perfomance

Alberto Dote

This happened to me: I listened this song for weeks, and some random day, without expecting anything, a blonde cutie sat next to me in the park and started to talk to me. We date twice. This song make your wishes come true.

Sara Mazzie

Love this 

mrsndmn69

As Mr. Sandman, you know I have to love this song and this version!

manfred05

Mafia 2 brings me here

Nikola Cvijanovic

....that cotton bass....

Charly Brown

*CHARLY BROWN 365/6 24/7_LA KOLMENA RECORDS*

Let me be alein

The death metal cover whith a gipsy guitar.

Deus Ex Persona

TFS Abridged Series .-.

Fran Cisco

♥♥♥♥♥

Mams086

Foot Locker!

Елена Сараева

Супер!!! Больше слов нет......

Victor Devgout

Отличная песенка :)

Irene Norton

After the Fire*On the Plane from Peru*+P51M0N1C was still preening a bit from her compliment of his insightfully brainstormy notes on all their odd visions when he dropped the bomb on her. “Be careful, you might be tapped for leading things next.”“Ha!” She let out a full-throated laugh, surprised out of her by the ridiculousness of the thought. “Oh, that’d be rich. No, no, I don’t look competent.” *Like you. Eighteen and smarter than me by… Tons.* “Just ungodly lucky.”“Maybe we need some luck. And please, you have thumbs. That’s all we need sometimes.” He nudges her lightly, getting her snerking all over again.“That’s a scary thought.” And not one she could quite disagree with. A list of names formed in her head for possible leadership positions, each more terrifying than the last. Still. She was near the top of that.“Not so scary. Endless seems to feel you’re competent, and you’ve sure as hell proved yourself to have a clear head.” He says, eyes twinkling a bit, as if to say ‘I should know’. She stares at him. Because under the joking tone and light-heartedness he’s serious. Serious as stupid Endless and his stupid promises to come stupid rescue her from stupid impossible. An image flashes through her head, her behind one of those tables filled with intel and lives at stake. Lives in her hands. Lives the span of which eclipsed her years and significance by decades or centuries. Simon’s arm around her shoulders startles her out of the small waking nightmare. “Why so horrified? I’m human too, you know, so being human isn’t an easy out.” Irene leans against him, especially at the reminder of how strong he is. Stronger than her. Which was unfair, considering how much effort she’d put into being unassailably enduring. Never losing step. But Simon was old hat at this. He’d been the same age as she’d been when the world went to shit for them. Only he’d been Taken. She’d just been… Weak.“…But… Like… I’m… I’m too new!” She hoped.“Trial through fire. You've been on most of the missions. Hell, Pash might be leading soon and she’s 18 and newer than you.” He shrugs slightly, “People don’t care if you’re new. They care if you can get the job done.”Irene ran a hand over her face, scrubbing at the dust and vampire blood and reality. “…How do I keep getting nominated for promotion like this? Is there like a sign on my forehead or something?”“Stop being good at things.” He said blandly, likely not able to offer any better advice to dodging command, as it wasn't something he’d succeeded in himself. Irene just whimpered in response.“I don’t mean to…” She starts, trailing off. There hadn't really been any standards. Any judgment of her skills. Just ‘enough to stay alive’ and ‘made a mistake’. Hardly good measuring sticks. How was she supposed to know what she was good at? Simon shakes his head at her. “Look, you can always say no, so don’t freak.”She puffed out a breath. “…I never do though. Didn't for my previous two promotions.” Because she couldn't keep her mouth shut at the times where people were looking for someone to tag an officer position onto, apparently. “Welllll,” Simon mused, “that’s something you and F13 share then.”“We should girl-talk some time.” Irene mused as well. Two could be thoughtful. And it was an *excellent* change of topic, if she did say so herself. She needed more responsibility like a nun needed porn.“You and F13?” He questioned, then nodded. “Totally.”“Yeah.” She smirks. “Although if you want to girl-talk, I could probably try.”Simon blinks at her. “I feel like I am not enough woman for a girl talk.” His voice is wry."I dunno, you wear more jewelry than me. And you're prettier." Which wasn’t hard, considering she had exactly one set of bracelets, which were designed to cover up the scars Beijing had erased, and no ‘pretty’ to speak of. Bedroom assets did not count. Very specifically.Simon raised his eyebrows, "What every young man wishes to hear." The dry humor in his voice inflicted a bloom of color all over her cheeks as she realized her mistake.Irene tried to correct it, flustered. "Um. Sorry. Uh. It's very manly jewelry and I meant handsome?" She meant it, for what it was worth. He was handsome. And adorable. No. Bad Irene-brain, he wanted manly compliments. He waggled his eyebrows at her in return, "That's better. And don't sell yourself short. Just because you don't look like a model doesn't mean you're not pretty." And nice. Did she mention nice? Even if it was the perfunctory kind, and he was needlessly trying to boost her self-esteem, which had long ago come to terms with not being pretty.Irene made a face at the compliment regardless, mostly because she couldn’t exactly keep insisting she was plain and ignorable. "Yeah, being a tomboy and plain jane doesn't seem to have saved me from the crushes or the Accord Flirts Union.."To her utter surprised and confusion, Simon ducked his head, "Sorry about that."She blinked, trying to backtrack into figuring out what he was apologizing for. Wasn’t she the one who’d been apologizing? "About what?"“Flirting?" He said, raising an eyebrow as if that was supposed to be obvious, "You seem to be annoyed people are doing it so..."She shook her head, relieved, and started clarifying reflexively with that god-forsaken honesty. “More that my carefully cultivated invisibility seems to have not survived the Accord. And-” She blinked. “Wait, you’re flirting with me?” More blinking.Simon looked a bit sheepish, and deliciously huggable when he was like that. “Well, I was building up to it, but yeah, I’d started to.”Irene let that sink an embarrassed moment. “…Oh. Well.” That confused honesty snuck it’s way out of her mouth again, like butterfly crawling it’s way out of her throat, if very quickly. “Why?”She hadn’t actually expected an honest answer, because she was the only person she knew who had the problems she did with rampant and embarrassing bouts of frankness. But there was Simon, starting to count off on his fingers. “You’re competent, you’re intelligent, you’ve got strength of will, you’re not an asshole, we have a lot in common, we were both just through a hell of a lot of shit and it’s nice to reaffirm our lives, I like you as a person, I happen to have a lot of ‘types’ and tomboy is one of them.” He finished and looked at her. Just looked. Her cheeks were probably a fire hazard by this point. He’d sounded so… so concise about it. Like this was all rather obvious, and not… Obviously delusional? “Oh. Well, I’m not sure all that… I mean… Um…” Words were not on Irene-brain’s docket for this flight. Refer to the emergency say something grateful manual stored under your seat. “Th-Thank you for not listing my boobs?”“Wow, classy folk have been hitting on you lately, haven’t they?” He bumps her shoulder, making an admirable attempt at jangling her head out of it’s jamming process. “Look, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, so if you aren’t interested in such a way, I won’t push it.”She blinked at him, trying to kickstart the reboot process at minimum. “I do not know how flirt.” How did *he* get good at it? Wasn’t she supposed to have like… what? Seven years on him in that area? …Which she’d spent… Not… Flirting… Damn.“Irene, I really don’t know how to get much more straightforward than this. We’re quickly moving from the flirtmobile to the propositioncopter.”The image of Simon blossomed in her mind, that easy confidence and humorous charm in full force directed toward making her clothes pool at her feet. It was not a bad image. Nope, not bad at *all*. Of course, it made more sense with someone else in the seduced category, but she was not going to quibble herself out of a compliment that was so… sincere. Irene crossed her fingers really hard Simon wasn’t *that* sensitive of a psychic. That established, she tried to pull herself together. “Um. I don’t know? Probably not in a plane full of people?” There weren’t many propositions in the Accord she considered accepting so quickly, not as seriously as she seemed to be taking Simon’s. Something in her gut. Something that trusted some, and avoided others. He tilted his head, hopefully not all the better to listen to her thoughts about him. She wasn’t sure if ‘I want to jump your personality’ counted as a manly compliment. “Can you dream lucidly?”The question came seemingly out of the blue, and surprised another candid answer out of her as she blinked at him. “Yeah, although sometimes nightmares break through anyway.” Usually with the help of some Spirits. And probably a True Fae now too. Lucky her.“If you’re interested, and this is only if you’re interested, give me a text and I’ll visit you.” He offered, all kinds of casual and considerate, a smoothness to his delivery, and lack of awkwardness that belied his age.That final elusive ingredient to her attraction slid into place. Trust, admiration, and respect. It didn’t sound very sexy, really, but that depended on how well someone knew what they *didn’t* want. Even flings were all the better when you genuinely liked someone, could relax with them. “Okay. Prepped apologies in case you accidentally into one of my nightmares.” It wasn’t quite a ‘sure, sexy’, but it was close by her standards.“It’s cool, between the two of us, we could likely calm them down.” He continued to offer those utterly gentlemanly and unnecessary assurances. “But I really don’t want you to feel pressured, so I’ll wait for you to text me, and if you don’t? That’s okay. We’re friends, that won’t change anything, okay?”Wanting to offer assurances of her own, she leaned over to plant a kiss on his cheek, more safely now that she was sure she’d licked up all that… Cleaned off all the vampire blood. “You’re awesome, Simon. And don’t worry about the pressure thing. If I get pushed in a not fun-if-nerve-wracking way finding out will happen.” She bit when she was cornered. All the orderlies knew that. He flashes the fullest smile she’s seen yet in the muddle of awkwardness and trauma, and something in her relaxes at the sight, then he's nuzzling her back, that brush of skin and metal, before she can fully withdraw from the kiss. Warm. Friendly. “Good.”The Puppini Sisters - Mr Sandman

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