Obsesión
Composer(s): Miguel Mateos
Performer(s): Miguel Mateos



Tan sólo dime que me amas
y dejaré de aullarle a la Luna
que entiendes mucho más que yo
a este mundo y sus criaturas
Arráncame el corazón
sácame de este lugar
y llévame muy lejos
rodéame de espejos
quiero ver solo tu reflejo

Obsesión, obsesión
una burla del destino
te puso en mi camino.
Por eso, obsesión, obsesión
cuando no estas conmigo
tu eres mi obsesión

Que tu rabioso corazón
me muestre todos los secretos
y que tu efecto domino
derribe todos mis miedos
Es imposible mi amor
que tanta pena y dolor
nos haya sido impuesta
por Dios o por quien sea
hay que darle pelea

Obsesión, obsesión
una burla del destino
te puso en mi camino
Por eso, obsesión, obsesión
cuando no estas conmigo
tu eres mi obsesión

Es imposible mi amor
que tanta pena y dolor
nos haya sido impuesta
por Dios o por quien sea
hay que darle pelea

Obsesión, obsesión
una burla del destino
te puso en mi camino
Por eso, obsesión, obsesión
cuando no estas conmigo
tu eres mi obsesión

Obsesión
Composer(s): Pedro Flores
Performer(s): José Feliciano; Javier Solis



Por alto esté el cielo en el mundo
por hondo que sea el mal profundo
no habrá una barrera en el mundo 
que este amor profundo no rompa por tí

Amor es el pan de la vida
amor es la copa divina
amor es un árbol sin nombre
que obsesiona el hombre 
por una mujer

Y yo estoy obsesionado contigo 
y el mundo es testigo de mi frenesí
y por más que se oponga el destino
serás para mí, para mí

Amor es el pan, el pan de la vida
amor es la copa divina
amor es un árbol sin nombre
que obsesiona el hombre 
por una mujer

(Solo)

Amor, amor es el pan de la vida, el pan de la vida
amor es la copa divina
amor es un árbol sin nombre
que obsesiona el hombre 
por una mujer

Oye por una mujer, amor, oye, amor es lo único que uno tiene que tener
para vivir, amor nada más, oye el pan de la vida es el amor

Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da
Composer(s): John Lennon; Paul McCartney
Performer(s): The Beatles



Desmond has a barrow in the market place
Molly is the singer in a band
Desmond says to Molly "girl, i like your face"
And Molly says this as she takes him by the hand

Ob-la-di ob-la-da, life goes on bra
La la how the life goes on

Desmond takes a trolley to the jewellers store
Buys a twenty carat golden ring
Takes it back to Molly waiting at the door
And as he gives it to her she begins to sing

In a couple of years they have built
A home, sweet home
With a couple of kids running in the yard
Of Desmond and Molly Jones

Happy ever after in the market place
Desmond lets the children lend a hand
Molly stays at home and does her pretty face
And in the evening she still sings it with the band

Happy ever after in the market place
Molly lets the children lend a hand
Desmond stays at home and does his pretty face
And in the evening she's a singer with the band

Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da
Composer(s): John Lennon; Paul McCartney
Performer(s): Patrick Zabé



Dans un quartier malfamé de la Cité 
Molly vend des bonbons aux enfants
Pendant que son mari sur la place du Marché
S'occupe à vendre du poisson à ses clients

Obladi-oblada t'inquiète pas (non) 
La la la la la vie c'est ça
Obladi-oblada t'inquiète pas (non) 
La la la la la vie c'est ça

À chaque jour qu'il s'en va travailler 
Il doit partir très tôt le matin
Molly ne se lève pas pour déjeuner 
Parce que la veille elle a dû aller chanter

Obladi-oblada t'inquiète pas (non) 
La la la la la vie c'est ça
Obladi-oblada t'inquiète pas (non) 
La la la la la vie c'est ça

Depuis 20 ans sans arrêt 
Ils ont épargné
Mais aujourd'hui la misère est finie 
Pour Rocky et Molly Jones

Depuis quelques jours Molly est très heureuse 
Car elle n'a plus besoin de chanter
Rocky le chanceux a gagné un gros lot 
Avec un billet qu'on lui avait donné

Obladi-oblada t'inquiète pas (non) 
La la la la la vie c'est ça
Obladi-oblada t'inquiète pas (non) 
La la la la la vie c'est ça

Depuis 20 ans sans arrêt 
Ils ont épargné
Mais aujourd'hui la misère est finie 
Pour Rocky et Molly Jones

Maintenant que leur vie a beaucoup changé 
Rocky a cessé de travailler
Molly ne vend plus de bonbons aux enfants 
Et tous les soirs il fredonne cette chanson

Obladi-oblada t'inquiète pas (non) 
La la la la la vie c'est ça
Obladi-oblada t'inquiète pas (non) 
La la la la la vie c'est ça

Oasis
Composer(s): B. Edwards;
Debbie Harry; N. Rodgers; Chris Stein
Performer(s): Debbie Harry



How many times have you heard
how many times did you say
"I think I'm going crazy! 
You're driving me out of my mind!"?
We know it's just an expression, a silly little phrase
Not the doorbell, not a bird call
Koo Koo

How do you drive someone crazy?
To where?
In what kind of car?
Maybe we find a road map
I'm sure it's not very far
We know it's not so serious
We take it all in fun
Answer the ding dong, do you play ping pong?
Could you?

Trying to get your attention
Did someone say earth's calling you?
Don't say it, don't ever mention, you're hearing more voices than two
Roasted or raw delicious!
Freeze dried or salted divine!
Was that a...
Are you a... are you?

Storms have rearranged the sand millions of years up till now
Crusaders on a never ending search die for a never ending thirst
What a fine perforformance, oasis!
Well worth the standing ovation
Not a mirage
Not camouflage to you

N'Yot N'Yow
Composer(s): Dick Manning
Performer(s): Perry Como & The Fontane Sisters



Fontane Sisters:
This is the story 'bout Perry
who came home late one night!

Perry Como:
Must have been about a two or three am, something like that!

FS: 
"Gotta get me some sleep", he yawned 
as he turned out the light!

PC: 
Haaw! I guess I was too tired to do any reading!

FS: 
Whether he dreamed what happened
or if he really heard it, he wouldn't bet 
but he swears it sounded like two cats singin' a duet!

PC: 
Come y'out, come y'out, come y'out my pretty kitten 
This is me, your boyfriend 'Tom' 

FS: 
N'yot N'yow! 

PC: 
Ah! come y'out, come y'out, come y'out my pretty kitten 
This is old Tom, 'Tom' the atom-bomb! 

FS: 
N'yot N'yow!
We assure you we'd come y'out if only we knew how 
They tell us that you really are the cat's 'Meow'! 

PC: 
Ah! come y'out, come y'out, come y'out my pretty kitten now? 

FS: 
N'yot N'yow! 

PC: 
Oh!

FS: 
Come y'out, come y'out, come y'out our croonin' kitten 
We will serenade the moon! 

PC: 
N'yot N'yow! 

FS: 
Come y'out, come y'out, come y'out our little kitten 
We will sing a little tune! 

PC: 
N'yot N'yow!
When the folks got home tonight at twelve or thereabout 
They locked the door and they forgot to put me-yowt! 

FS: 
Oowah!

PC: 
Alone from night to night you'll find me!

FS: 
Come y'out, come y'out, come y'out our croonin' kitten 
Mee-yowh! 

PC: 
Heh heh 
OK, now!

Nya Perspektiv
Composer(s): Ola Magnell
Performer(s): Ola Magnell



När du tappat alla fästen och kontakter
Och blir varse ditt förrödda kapital 
När du rusat blint och hamnat på din akter
Och sörjer dina svikna ideal 
När du saknar dina vänner och garanter
Och står mol allena på din piedestal 
I en skock av illojala gratulanter
Som väntar sig att du ska hålla tal

Och när du inte längre har nån chans att vända
Och har tappat sista tråden till ditt trygga gamla liv 
De är då först då som saker börjar hända
Det är då som du kan börja skönja nya perspektiv

När de vägar där du går blir alltför glatta
Sen du lockats ut på livets hala is 
När du känner att din tanke börjar fatta
Att du aldrig kommer till nåt paradis 
När du inte längre känner dig så säker
På att Vänern inte flyter till Paris 
Och när hundarna omkring dig står och bräker
Och din pappa står och ropar på polis

Och när du inte längre har nån chans att vända...

När de svarta molnen siktats över haven
Och du inte väntar precis nåt vanligt rusk 
Medan Mussolini vänder sig i graven
För att Mogens blivit fälld för skattefusk 
När Sven Stolpe får Das Kapital i läxa
Och en Ivar för ett stunsigt temperament 
Och när Donny Osmond låtit muschan växa
Och har blivit vald till Norges president

Och när DE inte längre har nån chans att vända...

Och när DU inte längre har nån chans att vända...

Nya Ord
English Title: New Words
Composer(s): Agnetha Fältskog; Bosse Carlgren
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog



Jag söker ord som ingen har sagt
Ett gammalt sött ord blir lätt ett nött ord
Jag söker ord som ingen har hört
För vi förstår dom så fort vi hör dom
Jag söker ord med nyhetens behag
För dom banala gillar inte jag

Nya ord för alla gamla är slut
Om man ska sjunga om kärlek
Det enda man minns av visor som finns
Är att man har hört dom förut
Nya ord finns kanske inte att få
För ingenting är nytt under solen
Jag älskar dej, jag älskar dej
Är gammalt men en nyhet för mej

Jag söker ord som ingen vet om
Ett litet snällt ord, men originellt ord
Jag söker ord som alla förstår
Men inget blekt ord och gammalt segt ord
Jag söker ord med nyhetens behag
För dom banala gillar inte jag

Nya ord för alla gamla är slut
Om man ska sjunga om kärlek
Det enda man minns av visor som finns
Är att man har hört dom förut
Nya ord finns kanske inte att få
För ingenting är nytt under solen
Jag älskar dej, jag älskar dej
Är gammalt men en nyhet för mej
Är gammalt men en nyhet för mej

N'Y Vas Pas, Manuel
Composer(s): Michel Emer
Performer(s): Edith Piaf



Il n'avait que dix ans mais il était déjà
Bagarreur, insolent, plein de violence
Il voulait être un dur tout comme au cinéma
Et partout, c'est lui qui menait la danse
Il passait ses journées à courir dans les rues
Ne pensant qu'à se battre, qu'à cogner...
Sa mère désespérée et qui n'en pouvait plus
Passait tout son temps à supplier

"N'y vas pas, Manuel, n'y vas pas
'y a des choses dans la vie qu'on ne fait pas
Et plus tard, tu le regretteras
N'y vas pas! N'y vas pas!
Quand enfin un jour tu comprendras
Que vraiment t'as eu tort de faire ça
Il sera bien trop tard, n'y vas pas
Manuel, n'y vas pas"

C'est maintenant un monsieur qui n'aime pas les agents
Il veut pas qu'on se mêle de ses affaires
Pour avoir la belle vie, il faut beaucoup d'argent
Et pour ça, 'y pas trente-six manières
Le travail, ça l'ennuie et puis, c'est fatiguant
Il se débrouille très bien sans trop d'effort
Sa femme qu'il gâte beaucoup mais qui n'en demande pas tant
Lui répète tous les soirs quand il sort

"N'y vas pas, Manuel, n'y vas pas
'y a des choses dans la vie qu'on ne fait pas
Et plus tard, tu le regretteras
N'y vas pas! N'y vas pas!
Quand enfin un jour tu comprendras
Que vraiment t'as eu tort de faire ça
Il sera bien trop tard, n'y vas pas
Manuel, n'y vas pas"

Mais de tous leurs sermons, Manuel se fout bien
Ce soir, il fait un coup magnifique
Ce sera le dernier car, dès demain matin
Il va faire peau neuve en Amérique
D'un pas souple et léger il s'en va tranquillement
Vers l'endroit où ils ont rendez-vous
Tout est calme et pourtant, il entend vaguement
Une voix qui vient on ne sait d'où 

"N'y vas pas, Manuel, n'y vas pas...
'y des choses dans la vie qu'on ne fait pas...
Et plus tard, tu le regretteras...
N'y vas pas! N'y vas pas!
Attention, Manuel, sois prudent! 
Attention, Manuel, n'y vas pas!...
Manuel, ATTENTION MA-NU-EL...!
...ohhh!... Manuel!..."

Nuvole Barocche
Composer(s): Fabrizio de André; Lario; Stanisci
Performer(s): Fabrizio de André



Poi un'altra giornata di luce
poi un altro di questi tramonti
e portali colonne fontane
Tu mi hai insegnato a vivere
insegnami a partir
Ma il cielo è tutto rosso
di nuvole barocche
sul fiume che si sciacqua
sotto l'ultimo sole
E mentre soffio a soffio
le spinge lo scirocco
sussurra un altro invito
che dice di restare
Poi carezze lusinghe abbandoni
poi quegli occhi di verde dolcezza
mille e una di queste promesse
Tu mi hai insegnato il sogno
io voglio la realtà
E mentre soffio a soffio
le spinge lo scirocco
sussurra un altro invito
che dice devi amare
che dice devi amare

Nutbush City Limits
Composer(s): Ike Turner; Tina Turner
Performer(s): Ike & Tina Turner;
and various other artists



A church house gin house 
A school house outhouse 
On highway number nineteen 
The people keep the city clean 
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush 
They call it Nutbush city limits 

Twenty-five for speed limit 
Motorcicle not allowed in it 
You go to store on Friday 
You go to church on Sunday 
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush 
They call it Nutbush city limits 

You go to the fields on weekdays 
And have a picnic on Labor Day 
You go to town on Saturday 
And go to church every Sunday 
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush 
They call it Nutbush city limits 

No whiskey for sale 
If you get drunk no bail 
Salt pork and molasses 
Is all you get in jail 
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush 
They call it Nutbush city limits 

A little old town in Tennessee 
A quiet little community 
A one-horse town 
You have to watch what you're putting down 
In old Nutbush, oh Nutbush

Nursery School
Composer(s): Joyce Grenfell
Performer(s): Joyce Grenfell



1. Free Activity Period


Oh, hello, Mrs Hingle
I'm so glad you could come along
As you see, we're just having a Free Activity Period
and in our Free Activity Period each little individual chooses his or her own occupation
Some are painting, some are using plasticine, and some work at a sand-table
We feel that each little one must get to the bottom of his or herself
and find out what he really wants of life
Who is making that buzzing noise?
Well, stop it please, Neville
Hazel, dear, come away from the door and get on with your plasticine
I love to see them so happily occupied, each one expressing his little personality...
George - don't do that...
Now, children, I want you all to say 'Good morning' to Mrs Hingle
Good morning, Mrs Hingle
No, Sidney, not good-bye
Mrs Hingle has only just come
You don't want her to go away yet?
No, she hasn't got a funny hat on, that's her hair
So sorry, Mrs Hingle
Sometimes we ARE just a trifle outspoken
We try to encourage honesty, only sometimes it doesn't always...
And this is my friend Caroline, and Caroline is painting such a lovely red picture
aren't you, Caroline? 
I wonder what it is? 
Perhaps it's a lovely red sunset, is it? 
Or a big red orange?
It's a picture of Mummy! 
For a moment I thought it was a big red orange, but now you tell me
I can see it is a picture of Mummy
Aren't you going to give her any nose?
No nose
It's so interesting the way they see things
Sidney, don't blow at Edgar, please
I know I said you could choose what you are going to do
but you cannot choose to blow at Edgar
Because it isn't a good idea
Yes, I know it makes his hair go up and down, but I don't want you to do it
Now get back to the sand-table, there's a good boy
Yes, there is room, Sue; there's heaps of room
Just move up a bit
Susan! We never bite our friends
Say you are sorry to Sidney 
You needn't kiss him
No, you needn't hug him 
Susan, PUT HIM DOWN
No fisticuffs, please
She hasn't made any teeth marks, has she, Sidney?
Well then... don't fuss
Sometimes our little egos are on the big side, I'm afraid...
Hazel, dear, I don't want to have to say it again: please come away from the door
Why can't you?
Well, you shouldn't have put your finger in the key hole, 
and then it wouldn't have got stuck
Children, there is no need for everyone to come and have a look 
just because poor Hazel has caught her finger in the keyhole
Back to your work, please
No, Sidney, I don't think it is stuck in there for ever and ever
I don't for one minute think we will have to get the Fire Brigade 
to come and take the door down to set her free
You do exaggerate, Sidney
Well, if we haven't got her finger out by dinner-time she'll have to have it here
And her tea
And her supper and stay the night
But we are going to get it out, aren't we, Hazel?
David
Turn round, please, David
Right round
Use your hanky, please, David
And again
And again
And now wipe
Thank you, David
Hazel, why did you put your finger in the keyhole?
To see if it would go in!
Well, now let's see if we can get it out!
Who is making that buzzing noise?
Neville
I know you are a busy bee, but boy busy-bees don't buzz 
Only bee busy-bees buzz
I can still hear you, Neville
Neville!
I should think so
He's such a musical child, and one doesn't want to discourage him
Sidney, take that paint-brush out of your ear and give it back to Lavinia
Yes, you do want it back, Lavinia
You like painting
Yes, you do
We're hoping she is going to take to it soon
Now then, Hazel, have you tried wiggling it? 
You know, Mrs Hingle, this child's finger really is caught in the keyhole... 
I think the Fire Brigade are the best in an emergency
Yes, there is a telephone - at the end of the passage
Would you? Oh, that is good of you 
I'll stay here and hold the fort and prepare the children 
Thank you so much
Children, I don't want anyone to get excited, but kind Mrs Hingle has gone to see
if we can get one of those clever men from the Fire Brigade
to come and help us get Hazel's finger out...
Oh, you've got it out, Hazel
Well done
That's lovely
IT'S ALL RIGHT, MRS HINGLE - SHE'S GOT IT OUT
Sidney
You are not to go near the keyhole
SIDNEY
Can you get it out?
I SPOKE TOO SOON, MRS HINGLE...
Oh, Sidney... 

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2. Going Home Time


Children - it's time to go home, so finish tidying up and put on your hats and coats
Some of our mummies are here for us, so hurry up
Billy won't be long, Mrs Binton 
He's on hamster duty
Now let's see if we can't all help each other
Janey - I said help each other 
Help Bobbie carry that chair, don't pin him against the wall with it
We're having a go at our good neighbour policy here, Mrs Binton, but it doesn't always...
Neville, off the floor, please 
Don't lie there
And Sidney, stop painting, please
Because it's time to go home
Well, you shouldn't have started another picture, should you 
What is it this time?
Another blue man! 
Oh, I see, so it is
All right, you can make it just a little bit bluer 
but only one more brushful, please, Sidney
We don't think he's very talented 
but we feel it's important to encourage their self-expression
You never know where it might lead...
Rachel 
Gently - help Teddy gently into his coat
It's a lovely coat, Teddy, what's wrong with it?
Oh 
It looks like a boy's coat when you wear it 
And lots of boys wear pink
Poor wee mite, he has three older sisters!
Neville, I said get up off the floor
Who shot you dead?
David did? 
Well, I don't suppose he meant to
He may have meant to then, but he doesn't mean it now, and anyhow I say you can get up
No, don't go and shoot David dead, because it's time to go home
George
What did I tell you not to do? 
Well, don't do it
And Sidney, don't wave that paint-brush about like that, you'll splash somebody
LOOK OUT, DOLORES!
Sidney! ... 
It's all right, Dolores, you aren't hurt, you're just surprised 
It was only a nice soft brush 
But you'd better go and wash your face before you go home
Because it's all blue
Sidney, I saw you deliberately put that paintbrush up Dolores's little nostril
No, it wasn't a jolly good shot 
It ..... I don't want to discuss it, Sidney
Now go and tell Dolores you're sorry
Yes, now
Thank you, Hazel, for putting the chairs straight for me
You are a great helper
Thank you
And thank you, Dicky, for closing the cupboard door for me
Dicky... is there somebody in the cupboard?
Well, let her out at once
Are you all right, Peggy? 
What did you go into the cupboard for?
But we don't have mices - I mean mouses - in our toy cupboard 
Mouses only go where there is food, and we don't have any food in our toy cupboard
When did you hide a bicky in there?
Every day!
Well, perhaps we have got mices in our toy cupboard
I'll have to look
No, you go and get your coat on
Dicky - We never shut people in cupboards
Because they don't like it
What do you mean, she's puggy? 
Peggy's puggy?
Oh, she's got puggy hands 
But you don't have to hold her hand...
Well, you must ask her nicely to let go
Well, if she won't let go...
You'll have to work it out for yourself, Dicky
Edgar and Timmy... your knitted caps are not for playing tug-of-war with 
Look, now the pom-pom's come off
Whose is it?
Well, give it back to Sidney
Where are your caps?
Well, go and ask Sidney to give them back to you
Turn round, Geoffrey 
You've got your wellingtons on the wrong feet
Yes, you have. You'll have to take them off and start again
Why can't you reach?
Well, undo your coat and then you can bend
Take off your woolly gloves
And your scarf
You can keep your balaclava on 
How many jerseys are you wearing?
Heavens 
No wonder you can't bend.
Caroline, come and help Geoffrey
Don't kick her, Geoffrey 
She's come to help
Sidney, I told you to put that paint-brush down ...
LOOK OUT, DOLORES!
Well, that wasn't a very good shot, was it? 
You didn't mean to put it in her ear, did you?
Well, you shouldn't have
You're all right Dolores
It was just a bit of a surprise, but you'll have to go and wash again
Because you've got a blue ear
Sidney, I'm ashamed of you, a big boy of four, and she's only just three
And Sidney, what have you done with Timmy and Edgar's caps?
No, I'm not going to guess
And I don't want to know they are hidden in a special secret place 
I want to know exactly where they are
No, I'm not going to try and find them 
You're going to tell me where they are
Well, go and get them out of the waste-paper basket at once 
Waste-paper baskets aren't for putting caps in
Now go and say you are sorry to Dolores
Yes, again
We think his aggression is diminishing, but we do have setbacks
Lavinia, is that your coat you've got on? 
It looks so enormous
Oh, you're going to grow into it 
I see
Hazel, thank you for helping Betty into her jacket
Just zip her up once 
Not up and down
No, Neville, you can't have a turn
No, children, you can't all zip Betty
Jenny, come here
Jenny, when we have paid a visit to the littlest room, what do we do?
We pull our knickers up again
Good-bye, Hazel 
Good-bye, Bobbie
Good-bye, everybody
Good-bye, Mrs Binton
Hurry up, Sidney, because you'll keep your Mummy waiting
Well, your Granny then
Somebody is coming to take you away, aren't they, Sidney?
Good
No, you won't see me tomorrow, Sidney
Tomorrow is Saturday... thank heaven

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3. The Nativity Play


Hello, Mrs Binton 
I'm so glad you could get along to see a rehearsal of our Nativity Play! 
Can you squeeze in there? 
I'm afraid our chairs are a wee bitty wee, as they say north of the border!
Now then, children 
We are going to start our rehearsal 
Where are my Mary and Joseph?
That's right, Shirleen, take Denis by the hand 
and come and sit nice and quietly on this bench in the middle
Don't drag him 
He'll come if you leave him alone!
Don't hit each other, Mary and Joseph were friends
Now, who are my Wise Men?
You're a Wise Man, aren't you, Geoffrey?
Oh, aren't you? 
What are you then?
Oh, you're a cattle, are you? 
And you are going to low 
Splendid! 
Go over to Miss Boulting, will you, please?
Miss Boulting... 
You are organising the animals and the angets? 
He is one of yours
Now, my Wise Men here, please!
Billy, Peter and George
And George 
Wise Men never do that...
Now my Kings, please
Of course, Mrs Binton, we know that by tradition 
the Wise Men and the Kings are one and the same 
but we did want everyone in our Nursery School Nativity Play to have a chance 
so we have taken a few liberties, and I don't think any one will mind
Now Kings: Sidney, Neville, Cliff and Nikolas Anoniodes
Four Kings, I'm afraid
We happen to have four lovely crowns, so it seemed a pity not to use them
Sidney, put your crown on straight please, not over one eye 
What have you got under your jersey?
That's not the place for a hamster, is it 
Put him straight back in his little pen, please
Sidney, which one have you got, Paddington or Harold Wilson?
Well, who's got Paddington?
Neville, put him back at once
Poor Paddington and Harold Wilson, it isn't very Christmassy for them under your jersey
Sidney, I think it serves you right if Harold Wilson bit you, and don't bite him back
Because he's smaller than you are 
Are you bleeding?
Then don't make such a fuss
Cliff, put your crown on, please
It's too big? 
Let's see
Ah, yes it is
Where are you! 
Oh, there you are! 
Nice to see you again! 
Change with Nikolas
Nikolas, you can manage a big crown, can't you? 
You've got just the ears for it
I think if you pull your ears down a bit that will hold it up 
And lean back a bit 
That's it
Stay like that, dear 
Don't move
Wise Men and Kings, don't muddle yourselves with each other
Now then, Shepherds
Jimmy, you are my First Shepherd and not a racing car
Yes, Caroline, you're a shepherd
No, dear you can't wear your Little Bo-Peep costume
because there aren't any little girl shepherdesses in our play 
They're all boy shepherds, and you are a girl being a boy shepherd
Yes, it is rotten 
But we just have to settle for it 
I think if you are very good perhaps you can wear a lovely grey beard; wouldn't that be fun?
George, what do Wise Men never do?
Yes...
Jimmy, do you remember what you see up in the sky? 
Something lovely, isn't it?
No, not a baby 
Try again
It's a lovely silver star, and you are going to put your hand up and point to it 
And what are you going to say when you do that?
No, Sidney, he isn't going to say, 'Please may I go to the bathroom?'
Children, that isn't funny; it's a perfectly natural function 
and we might as well get used to it
Come on, Jimmy 
You are going to say, 'Behold!' aren't you?
Yes, you are, dear 
You said it yesterday
You'd rather say it tomorrow?
Perhaps you are right
We have broken the back of the play, so you may as well get ready to go home
Hand in your crowns gently, please 
No Sidney, you can't wear your crown home on the bus
I think - I HOPE it will be all right on the night 
But you know, Mrs Binton, I think perhaps next year we might make do with a Christmas carol

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Nunca Podrás Sacarme Mi Amor
Composer(s): Fito Paez
Performer(s): Fito Paez



Puedes decirme que si 
puedes decirme que no 
Pero nunca podrás sacarme mi amor
Puedes quemarme los pies 
puedes dejarme sin vos 
Pero nunca podrás sacarme mi amor
Y si es folclore o si no 
y si es Urano o Plutón 
Pero nunca podrán sacarme mi amor
Ni un analista, ni un doctor 
ni un cura, ni un doctor 
te solucionan los problemas
La gente busca una razón 
yo estoy buscando una canción 
que me sacuda la cabeza
Y poder verte feliz 
cuando acá todo es un bajón
Pueden vender un país 
y estar del lado de Dios 
Pero nunca podrás sacarme mi amor
Ni un analista, ni un doctor
ni Stubrin, ni el gobernador 
te solucionan los problemas 
La gente busca una razón 
yo estoy buscando un rock & roll 
que me sacuda la cabeza
Puedes echarme de aquí 
por no pensar como vos 
Pero nunca podrás sacarme mi amor

Nunca Jamás
Composer(s): Lalo Guerrero
Performer(s): Javier Solis;
and various other artists



Nunca jamás pensé llegar a quererte tanto
nunca jamás pensé llegar a quererte así
Nunca jamás pensé derramar mi llanto
por un amor que había de tratarme así

Sé que te vas, te vas porque tú ya no me quieres
piénsalo bien porque me matarás
Mírame, miénteme, pégame mátame si quieres
pero no me dejes, no, no me dejes nunca jamás

Sé que te vas, te vas porque tú ya no me quieres
piénsalo bien porque me matarás
Mírame, miénteme, pégame mátame si quieres
pero no me dejes, no, no me dejes nunca jamás

Nunca Como La Primera Vez
Composer(s): Miguel Gallardo
Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo



El vino, ya, jamás te sabe igual
ni un beso te extremece hasta temblar
las cosas no las sientes nunca más
como la primera vez
No lloras de tristeza al fracasar
ni el éxito te sacia, ya, jamás
la vida no la vuelves a probar
como la primera vez
Nunca como la primera vez
que la tienes cara a cara
que eres suyo sin saber porqué
y te rompes al amar
Nunca como la primera vez
que la robas hasta el alba
y amaneces en su amanecer
nunca como la primera vez
Después, se hace rutina hasta el hablar
y el tacto se desgasta de tocar
te inventas mil caricias sin vibrar
como la primera vez
Nunca como la primera vez
que la besas en los labios
que conquistas de cabeza a piés
su mas bella intimidad
Nunca como la primera vez
que la amas sin engaños
que le entregas hasta el fin, tu ser
y te dejas arrastrar
Nunca como la primera vez
que la amas sin engaños
que le entregas hasta el fin, tu ser
nunca como la primera vez

Nun Parlà
Composer(s): Lucio Dalla
Performer(s): Lucio Dalla



La luna era piantata lì in mezzo al cielo
Una lampadina accesa sopra il mare
Che era di un colore inchiostro quasi nero
Nel silenzio lo sentivo respirare
Non lo so
Ma sembrava che il mare volesse parlare con me
Fosse più solo di me

Nun parlà, nun parlà, nun parlà, nun parlà
'Stammèccà, 'stammèccà, 'stammèccà, 'stammèccà,
Sottò è stelle una varca dè notte s' addorme nun sape cche ffà
Stattenè ccà ccù mme

Mmiezè strada, i rumori, le voci, le moto, le luci dei bar
Stattenè ccà ccù mme

Io in quel mare dall'accento un pò bagnato un pò napoletano
Ho provato a fare il bagno
Così la solitudine che avevo accumulato
Sparì dietro a un fulmine lontano

Non lo so
Ma sentivo la calma del mare che entrava in me
Non pensavo che a te e a me

Nun parlà, nun parlà, nun parlà, nun parlà
'Stammèccà, 'stammèccà, 'stammèccà, 'stammèccà,
Sottò è stelle una varca dè notte s' addorme nun sape cche ffà
Stattenè ccà ccù mme

Numbers
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
Performer(s): Bobby Bare



I was sittin' here Friday suppin' on a glass of wine
When in walked a chick who almost struck me blind
Had wet blue eyes and her legs were long and fine
On a scale of ONE to TEN.........I'd give her a NINE

Now on my scale there ain't no TEN's, you know
NINE is about as far as any chick can go
So I flashed her a smile, but she didn't even look at me
So for brains and good judgement, give her a THREE

I said, hey sweet thing, you look like a possible EIGHT
You and me could, uh! make EIGHTEEN, if your head's on straight
She looked up and down my perfect frame
And said these words that burned into my perfect brain

She said, well, another one of those macho Texas men
Tryin' to grade all women on scales of ONE to TEN
And, uh!, you give me an EIGHT, well, that's a generous thing to do
Now, let's just see, just how much I give you.

She said you comin' on to me with that phony NUMBERS jive
Your style makes me smile, I give it a FIVE
When you walked up I noticed that suit of your's
It's last year's double knit-french cuffs, give it a FOUR

That must be your car parked out on the kerb
That 'SIXTY-NINE homemade convertible, A THREE and A THIRD
I saw that build, I guess you're less than FIVE
Said, for your pot belly, I'd give that a TEN for size

That wine you're pourin' might be fine to you
But I'm used to fine champagne, I give it a TWO
It's hard to tell what your flashin' smile is worth
I give it a SIX, you could use some dental work

But, It's your struttin' rooster act that really makes me laugh
It may be a TEN to these country hens, but to me a THREE and A HALF
And there really ain't much to add once the subtractin's done
And since there ain't no ZEROs, I give you a ONE

She walked out, while up and down the line
The whole bar was laughin', sayin' BARE, what happened to your NINE
NINE says I, hell soon as she started to talk I knew
She didn't have no class, I barely gave her a TWO

(Spoken)
Yeah! No matter how good they look at first
There's flaws in all of them
That's why on a scale of TEN to ONE, friend
There ain't no TEN

Number The Brave
Composer(s): Andy Powell; Steve Upton; Laurie Wisefield
Performer(s): Wishbone Ash



In another time and space
You meet your maker face to face
You know who cast the spell
And turned his eye on you
Can’t lose sight of it
Never fading out
Fading out of view

Number the brave
In your heart
Number the brave
For they died for you

Out of the free zone
Into the night 
There has to be a sacrifice
It’s such a scary feeling
You must feel it too 
From a fallen angel fading in and fading out of view

So when we reach the other side
You know their fight is justified
Now you see the meaning
Of the dream they share with you 
It’s a burning light
Never fading out
Fading out of view

Number the brave
In your heart
Number the brave
For they died for you

Numa Sala De Reboco
Composer(s): Luiz Gonzaga; José Marcolino
Performer(s): Raimundo Fagner;
and various other artists



Todo tempo quanto houver
Pra mim é pouco
Pra dançar com meu benzinho
Numa sala de reboco

Enquanto o fole
Tá tocando, tá gemendo
Vou dançando e vou dizendo
Meu sofrer pra ela só
E ninguém nota
Que eu tô lhe conversando
E nosso amor vai aumentando
E pra que coisa "mais mió" ...

Só fico triste
Quando o dia amanhece
Ai, meu Deus, se eu pudesse
Evitar a separaão
Pra nós viver
Igualado a sanguessuga
Nosso amor pede mais fuga
Do que essa que nos dão...

Nul Ne Guérit De Son Enfance
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat



Sans que je puisse m'en défaire
Le temps met ses jambes à mon cou
Le temps qui part en marche arrière
Me fait sauter sur ses genoux
Mes parents l'été les vacances
Mes frères et soeurs faisant les fous
J'ai dans la bouche l'innocence
Des confitures du mois d'août

Nul ne guérit de son enfance

Les napperons et les ombrelles
Qu'on ouvrait à l'heure du thé
Pour rafraichir les demoiselles
Roses dans leurs robes d'été
Et moi le nez dans leurs dentelles
Je respirais à contre-jour
Dans le parfum des mirabelles
L'odeur troublante de l'amour

Nul ne guérit de son enfance

Le vent violent de l'histoire
Allait disperser à vau-l'eau
Notre jeunesse dérisoire
Changer nos rires en sanglots
Amour orange amour amer
L'image d'un père évanouie
Qui disparut avec la guerre
Renaît d'une force inouie

Nul ne guérit de son enfance

Celui qui vient à disparaître
Pourquoi l'a-t-on quitté des yeux
On fait un signe à la fenêtre
Sans savoir que c'est un adieu
Chacun de nous a son histoire
Et dans notre coeur à l'affût
Le va-et-vient de la mémoire
Ouvre et déchire ce qu'il fût

Nul ne guérit de son enfance

Belle cruelle et tendre enfance
Aujourd'hui c'est à tes genoux
Que j'en retrouve l'innocence
Au fil du temps qui se dénoue
Ouvre tes bras ouvre ton âme
Que j'en savoure en toi le goût
Mon amour frais mon amour femme
Le bonheur d'être et le temps doux

Pour me guérir de mon enfance