Matin
Performer(s): Georges Moustaki



Matin de rose et de jasmin
Matin d'amour et de lumière
Matin de miel et de prière
Matin comme tous les matins
Matin de soleil et d'azur
Matin de paix et d'abondance
Matin de musique et de danse
Matin qui guérit les blessures

Matin de l'oiseau et du vent
Matin comme une récompense
Matin de fortune et de chance
Matin qui naît comme un enfant
Matin sur la brume du Jardin
Matin sur la ville endormie
Sur le visage de l'ami
Matin de soie et de satin

Matin de la première nuit
Matin qui réveille la terre
Matin banal et légendaire
Matin de ce bel aujourd'hui
Matin de rose et de jasmin
Matin d'amour et de lumières

Je t'attendais depuis hier
Je t'attendrai jusqu'à demain
{x5}

Old Man Emu
Composer(s): John Williamson
Performer(s): John Williamson; The Wiggles



Let me tell you of an interview with an Old Man Emu
He's got a beak and feathers and things
But the poor old fella ain't got no wings
Aren't you jealous of the wedge-tail eagle?
Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
"While the eagle's flying round and round
I keep my two feet firmly on the ground
Now, I can't fly, but I'm telling you
I can run the pants of a kangaroo"
Ba-da-da-da-doo-do-doo-doo-da-doo-da-doo-doo
He can't fly, but I'm telling you
He can run the pants of a kangaroo

Well he was the model for the fifty cents
Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
The designer should have had more sense
Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
"If you take a look, it'll prove to you
I ran the pants off that kangaroo"
Ba-da-doo-doo-da-doo-doo-doo, doo-da-doo-da-doo-doo
Take a look it'll prove to you
He ran the pants off the kangaroo

You can't loop the loop like a cockatoo
Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
Swoop and toss like an albatross
Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
"You silly galah, I'm better by far
Than a white cockatoo or a budgerigar
They squeak and squawk and try to talk
Why me and them's like cheese and chalk"
Ba-da-doo-doo-da-doo-doo-doo, doo-da-doo-da-doo-doo
He can't fly but I'm telling you
He can run the pants off a kangaroo

Well the last time I saw Old Man Emu
Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
He was chasing a female he knew
Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
As he shot past I heard him say
"She can't fly, but I'm telling you
She could run the pants off a kangaroo"
Ba-da-doo-doo-da-doo-doo-doo, doo-da-doo-da-doo-doo
She can't fly but I'm telling you
She could run the pants of a kangaroo

Well there is a moral to this ditty
Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
Thrush can sing but he ain't pretty
Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
Duck can swim, but he can't sing
Nor can the eagle on the wing
Emu can't fly, but I'm telling you
He can run the pants off a kangaroo

Well the kookaburra laughed and said "It's true"
Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-hoo
He can run the pants off a kangaroo
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha"

Matilda, Matilda  
Performer(s): Robert Mitchum



Matilda Matilda

Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela
Five hundred dollars was the cost
It was to buy a cart and horse
Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela

Everybody - Matilda Matilda
Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela
Once again now – Matilda Matilda
Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela

Well, the money was just inside me bed
Stuck in the pillow beneath me head
Don’t you know that
Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela

Everybody - Matilda Matilda
Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela
From the corner - Matilda Matilda
Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela

Well, me friends I’m never gonna love again
All the money gone in vain
Matilda, she grabbed me money and run Venezuela
She’s a grabber!

Matilda Matilda, 
Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela

Once again now
Matilda Matilda
Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela
For the last time
Matilda Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela

Old Man
Composer(s): Neil Young
Performer(s): Neil Young



Old man look at my life
I'm a lot like you were 
Old man look at my life 
I'm a lot like you were 

Old man look at my life 
Twenty four and there's so much more 
Live alone in a paradise 
That makes me think of two

Love lost, such a cost
Give me things that don't get lost
Like a coin that won't get tossed 
Rolling home to you

Old man take a look at my life I'm a lot like you 
I need someone to love me the whole day through 
Ah, one look in my eyes and you can tell that's true

Lullabies, look in your eyes
Run around the same old town 
Doesn't mean that much to me 
To mean that much to you

I've been first and last 
Look at how the time goes past
But I'm all alone at last
Rolling home to you

Old man take a look at my life I'm a lot like you 
I need someone to love me the whole day through 
Ah, one look in my eyes and you can tell that's true

Old man look at my life
I'm a lot like you were
Old man look at my life 
I'm a lot like you were

Matilda Mother
Composer(s): Syd Barrett
Originally performed by: Pink Floyd 
Covered by various other artists



There was a king who ruled the land
His majesty was in command
With silver eyes the scarlet eagle
Showers silver on the people
Oh Mother, tell me more
Why'd'ya have to leave me there
Hanging in my infant air
Waiting?
You only have to read the lines
They're scribbly black and everything shines
Across the stream with wooden shoes
With bells to tell the king the news
A thousand misty riders climb up
Higher once upon a time
Wandering and dreaming
The words have different meaning
Yes they did
For all the time spent in that room
The doll's house, darkness, old perfume
And fairy sories held me high on
Clouds of sunlight floating by
Oh Mother, tell me more
Tell me more
Aaaaaaaah
Aaaaaaaah
Aaaaaaaah

Old King Cole
(Traditional)



Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night 
and he called for his Gunners three

Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night 
and he called for his Bombardiers three

Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night 
and he called for his Sergeants three

Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night 
and he called for his Sar-Majors three

Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night 
and he called for his Subalterns three

I do all the work said the Subaltern
Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night 
and he called for his Captains three

When do I get my leave said the Captain
I do all the work said the Subaltern
Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night 
and he called for his Majors three

Where have you put my Guns said the Major?
When do I get my leave said the Captain
I do all the work said the Subaltern
Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night 
and he called for his Colonels three

Blah, Blah, Blah said the Colonel
Where have you put my Guns said the Major?
When do I get my leave said the Captain
I do all the work said the Subaltern
Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night 
and he called for his Padres three

God save our gracious Queen said the Padre
Blah, Blah, Blah said the Colonel
Where have you put my Guns said the Major?
When do I get my leave said the Captain
I do all the work said the Subaltern
Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

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As performed by Harry Belafonte:



Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his privates three

"Beer, beer, beer", said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his corporals three

Hup two said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his sergeants three

Yeahhhhh, said the sergeants
Hup two said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl

And he called for his shavetails three

We do all the work said the shavetails
Yeahhhh, said the sergeants
March you dump watch said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his captains three

Oh don't be late for the dance said the captains
We do all the work, said the shavetails
Yeahhhhh said the sergeants
March to the guardhouse said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his chaplains three

Oh what a bloody mess, amen amen hallelujah
Oh don't be late for the dance, said the captains
We do all the work, said the shavetails
Yeahhhh said the sergeants
Put it in a bucket said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his colonels three

Oh what a lovely war, said the colonels
Oh what a bloody mess, amen, amen hallelujah
Oh don't be late for the dance said the captains
We do al the work said the shavetails
Yeahhhhh said the sergeants
March to the end said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his generals three

Thuh, thuh, Oh come on fellahs, give a fellah break,
Uh what's my next command said the generals
Oh what a lovely war said the colonels
Oh what a bloody mess, amen,
Oh what a bloody mess said the captains
Oh what a bloody mess, said the shavetails
Oh what a bloody mess, said the sergeants
Oh what a bloody mess said the sergeants
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry

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Mathilde
Composer(s): Jacques Brel; Gérard Jouannest
Originally performed by: Jacques Brel
Covered by various other artists



Ma mère voici le temps venu
D'aller prier pour mon salut
Mathilde est revenue
Bougnat tu peux garder ton vin
Ce soir je boirai mon chagrin
Mathilde est revenue
Toi la servante toi la Maria
Vaudrait peut-être mieux changer nos draps
Mathilde est revenue
Mes amis ne me laissez pas
Ce soir je repars au combat
Maudite Mathilde puisque te v'là

Mon cœur mon cœur ne t'emballe pas
Fais comme si tu ne savais pas
Que la Mathilde est revenue
Mon cœur arrête de répéter
Qu'elle est plus belle qu'avant l'été
La Mathilde qui est revenue
Mon cœur arrête de bringuebaler
Souviens-toi qu'elle t'a déchiré
La Mathilde qui est revenue
Mes amis ne me laissez pas
Dites-moi dites-moi qu'il ne faut pas
Maudite Mathilde puisque te v'là

Et vous mes mains restez tranquilles
C'est un chien qui nous revient de la ville
Mathilde est revenue
Et vous mes mains ne frappez pas
Tout ça ne vous regarde pas
Mathilde est revenue
Et vous mes mains ne tremblez plus
Souvenez-vous quand je vous pleurais dessus
Mathilde est revenue
Vous mes mains ne vous ouvrez pas
Vous mes bras ne vous tendez pas
Sacrée Mathilde puisque te v'là

Ma mère arrête tes prières
Ton Jacques retourne en enfer
Mathilde m'est revenue
Bougnat apporte-nous du vin
Celui des noces et des festins
Mathilde m'est revenue
Toi la servante toi la Maria
Va tendre mon grand lit de draps
Mathilde m'est revenue
Amis ne comptez plus sur moi
Je crache au ciel encore une fois
Ma belle Mathilde puisque te v'là te v'là

Old Home Filler-Up 
An' Keep On A-Truckin' Café
Composer(s): Bill Fries; Chip Davis
Performer(s): C.W. McCall



Well interstate eighty we was cuttin' the fog 
Just me an' old Sloan, Old Sloan's my dog 
We had an eighteen wheeler with a ten on the floor an' a stereo, layin' a strip 
Then we spied a sign says eat'n gas now 
We decided to whip in an' pick up some chow 
At the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café 

(Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' 
Oh the Old Home Filler-up) - A lookin' for Mavis 
(The Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin Café) 

Now we been every place between here an' South Sioux 
An' we've seen us a truck stop waitress or two 
But this gal's built like a burlap bag full of wildcats, she's got it together 
Well she filled my tank, I says thank you honey 
Her name is Mavis, I gave her the money 
Old Sloan just set there a watchin' an' waggin' an whooshin' 

I says you wait in the truck boy 

Well we went inside, she said "what'll it be" 
I says a cup of yer best and a number three 
She come back with an order to go, an' a quart of hot C, and a bone for Sloan 
I said much obliged, old Sloan give a bark 
I left her a buck, an' he left his heart 
At the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café 

(Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' 
Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' 
Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café)

Well Saturday night an' we was truckin' along 
Yeah me an' old Sloan was a getting' it on 
I said Sloan, I been a thinkin' on-a getting' up my courage and tonight's the night 
Well I popped the clutch, gave the tranny a spin 
Took the Beebetown ramp, and slid on in 
To the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café 

(Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' 
Oh the Old Home Filler-up -) It never closes 
(Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café) 

Well I got me a stool, took a load off my shoes 
Made Mavis an offer that she couldn't refuse 
I says how'd ya like to go for a ride with me an' old Sloan, I just had my truck washed 
She allowed as how it sounded like a whole lotta fun 
But we was gonna have to wait until the dishes was done 
And was it all right with me if she brought along her mother as a chaperone 

I said why not... 

Well we geared that tranny into super low 
And the four of us went to see a picture show 
Yeah I took 'em to the drive in theater over by Pisgah, to see True Grit 
Saw the late late show, old Sloan hit the sack 
And then along about two o'clock I hauled 'em on back 
To the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café 

(Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' 
Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' 
Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café) 

Eight stools an' a promise... 

(Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' 
Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' 
Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café) 

They got 'em a real nice place there

Mathilda
Composer(s): Francis Lemarque; Marie Cowan
Performer(s): Yves Montand



Le vent du passé me murmure un conte effacé
Eveillant mes amours fanées
Valse du souvenir, mélodie des désirs oubliés
Quand vous dansiez Mathilda, pour moi
Valsez Mathilda
Valsez Mathilda
Charmant fantôme de mes jours fleuris
Tourbillon parfumé
En valsant vous étiez si jolie
Quand vous dansiez Mathilda, pour moi

Comme un vent léger qui passe et ne revient jamais
En souriant m'avez quitté
J'ai retrouvé ce soir le chemin des Espoirs envolés
Quand vous dansiez Mathilda, pour moi
Où êtes-vous Mathilda?
Où êtes-vous Mathilda?
Où dansez-vous Mathilda, sans moi?
Si jolie vous étiez
Hélas ! Jamais plus ne me reviendrez
Quand vous dansiez Mathilda, pour moi

Si jolie vous étiez
Hélas! Jamais plus ne me reviendrez
Quand vous dansiez Mathilda, pour moi

Old Hippie
Composer(s): David Bellamy
Performer(s): The Bellamy Brothers



He turned thirty-five last Sunday
In his hair he found some gray
But he still ain't changed his lifestyle
He likes it better the old way
So he grows a little garden in the back yard by the fence
He's consuming what he's growing nowadays in self defense
He get's out there in the twilight zone
Sometimes when it just don't make no sense

He gets off on country music
Cause disco left him cold
He's got young friends into new wave
Buts he's just too friggin old
And he dreams at night of Woodstock
And the day John Lennon died
How the music made him happy
And the silence made him cry
Yea he thinks of John sometimes
And he has to wonder why

Chorus:
He's an old hippie
And he don't know what to do
Should he hang on to the old
Should he grab on to the new
He's an old hippie
His new life is just a bust
He ain't trying to change nobody
He just trying real hard to adjust

He was sure back in the sixties
That everyone was hip
Then they sent him off to Vietnam
On his senior trip
And they forced him to become a man
While he was still a boy
And in each wave of tragedy
He waited for the joy
Now this world may change around him
But he just can't change no more

Chorus

Well he stays away a lot now
From the parties and the clubs
And he's thinking while he's joggin' 'round
Sure is glad he quit the hard drugs
Cause him and his kind get more endangered everyday
And pretty soon the species
Will just up and fade away
Like the smoke from that torpedo
Just up and fade away

Mathilda
Composer(s): George Khoury; Huey Thierry
Originally performed by: Cookie & the Cupcakes
Covered by various other artists



My love for you will always be
Just a faded memory
Yes I've cried and cried for you
Yes no matter what you do
You gave me love when there was none
You know you're the only one
Yes I've cried and cried in vain
I want my baby back again
Mathilda I've cried and cried for you
Oh no matter what you do
Yes I've cried and cried in vain
I want my baby back again
Piano Solo
Oh Mathilda I've cried and cried for you
Oh darlin' it don't matter what you do
Yes I've cried and cried in vain
Lord I wan't my baby back again
Come on home baby!

Old Friends
Composer(s): Paul Simon
Performer(s): Simon & Garfunkel;
and various other artists



Old friends, old friends
Sat on their parkbench like bookends 
A newspaper blown through the grass 
Falls on the round toes 
of the high shoes of the old friends 
Old friends, winter companions, the old men 
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset 
The sounds of the city sifting through trees 
Settle like dust on the shoulders of the old friends

Can you imagine us years from today
Sharing a parkbench quietly 
How terribly strange to be seventy 

Old friends, memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fears

Matchstalk Men And Matchstalk Cats And Dogs
Composer(s): B. Burke; M. Coleman
Performer(s): Brian & Michael
and various other artists



He painted Salford's smokey tops 
On cardboard boxes from the shops 
And parts of Ironcoats where I used to play 
I'm sure he once walked down our street 
'Cause he painted kids who had nowt on their feet 
The clothes we wore had all seen better days

Now they said his works of art were dull 
No room, all round the walls are full 
But Lowry didn't care much anyway 
They said he just paints cats and dogs 
And matchstalk men in boots and clogs 
And Lowry said that's just the way they'll stay 

And he painted matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs 
He painted kids on the corner of the street with the sparking clogs 
Now he takes his brush and he waits outside them factory gates 
To paint his matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs 

Now canvas and brushes were wearing thin 
When London started calling him 
To come on down and wear the old flat cap 
They said tell us all about your ways 
And all about them Salford days 
Is it true you're just an ordinary chap 

And he painted matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs 
He painted kids on the corner of the street with the sparking clogs 
Now he takes his brush and he waits outside them factory gates 
To paint his matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs 

Now Lowries hang upon the wall 
Beside the greatest of them all 
And even the Mona Lisa takes a bow 
This tired old man with hair like snow 
Told northern folk its time to go 
The fever came and the good Lord mopped his brow 

And he left us matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs 
He left us kids on the corner of the street with sparking clogs 
Now he takes his brush and he waits outside them pearly gates 
To paint his matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs 

And he left us matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs 
He left us kids on the corner of the street with sparking clogs 
Now he takes his brush and he waits outside them pearly gates 
To paint his matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs 

And he left us matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs 
He left us kids on the corner of the street with sparking clogs 
Now he takes his brush and he waits outside them pearly gates 
To paint his matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs 

And he left us matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs 
He left us kids on the corner of the street with sparking clogs 
Now he takes his brush and he waits outside them pearly gates 
To paint his matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs

Old Friends
Composer(s): Roger Miller
Performer(s): Roger Miller; Willie Nelson



Old friends, pitching pennies in the park 
Playing croquet 'til it's dark, old friends 
Mmm old friends, swapping lies of lives and loves 
Pitching popcorn to the doves, old friends 

Old friends, looking up to watch a bird 
Holding arms to climb a kerb, old friends 
Old friends, lord when all my work is done 
Bless my life and grant me one, old friend 
At least one, old friend 

Old friends, looking up to watch a bird 
Holding arms to climb a kerb, old friends 
Old friends, lord when all my work is done 
Bless my life and grant me one, old friend 
At least one, old friend

Matchmaker
Composer(s): Sheldon Harnick; Jerry Bock



Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match
Find me a find, catch me a catch
Matchmaker, matchmaker, look through your book
And make me a perfect match

Matchmaker, matchmaker, I'll bring the veil
You bring the groom, slender and pale
Bring me a ring, for I'm longing to be
The envy of all I see

For Papa, make him a scholar
For Mama, make him rich as a king
For me, well, I wouldn't holler
If her were as handsome as anything

Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match
Find me a find, catch me a catch
Night after night, in the dark, I'm alone
So, find me a match of my own

Old Friends
Composer(s): Stephen Sondheim
Performer(s): Liza Minnelli;
and various other artists



Hey old friend 
are you ok old friend 
what'll you say old friend 
are we or are we unique 
time goes by 
everything else keeps changing 
you and I we get continued next week 
most friends fade 
or they don't make the grade 
new ones are quickly made 
and in a pinch, sure they'll do 
but us old friends 
what's to discuss old friend 
here's to us 
who's like us 
damn few

Matchbox 
Composer(s): Carl Perkins
Originally performed by: Carl Perkins
Covered by various other artists



I said I'm sitting here watching 
matchbox hole in my clothes 
I said I'm sitting here wondering 
matchbox hole in my clothes 
I ain't got no matches 
but I sure got a long way to go 

I'm an old poor boy 
I'm a long way from home 
I'm an old poor boy 
and I'm a long way from home 
I've never been happy 
'cause everything I ever did was wrong 

Well, if you don't want my peaches 
honey please don't shake my tree 
If you don't want any of those peaches 
honey, please don't mess around my tree 
I've got news for you baby 
Leave me here in misery, all right! 

Well let me be your little dog 
till your big dog comes 
Let me be your little dog 
till your big dog comes 
And when your big dog gets here 
watch how your puppy dog runs 

Well I said I'm sitting here watching 
matchbox hole in my clothes 
I said I'm sitting here wondering 
matchbox hole in my clothes 
I ain't got no matches 
but I sure got a long way to go

Old Folkie
Composer(s): Harry Chapin
Performer(s): Harry Chapin



He's the man with the banjo and the 12-string guitar
And he's singing us the songs that tell us who we are
When you look in his eyes you know that somebody's in there
Yeah, he knows where we're going and where we been
And how the fog is gettin' thicker where the future should begin
When you look at his life you know that he's really been there
Still, what is the name that they're calling that man?
What is the name that they're calling that man?
You know, it's always the "Old Folkie"
They say he's always bleedin'
But whenever somebody's needing him
He's the one who cares
It's always the "Old Folkie"
Whenever somethin's burning
Or a lesson needs some learning
Or a tide that needs some turning
To a better world somewhere
Yeah, the "Old Folkie's" there
Yeah, for forty years now he's been pushin' on
Carrying the dream 'cause Woody's long gone
He's the last voice singing that "Bound for Glory" song
And if you never seen him you might take a look
He's the man who put the meaning in the music book
Yeah, the world may be tired but Pete's still going strong
Still, what is the name that they're calling that man?
What is the name that they're calling that man?
You know, it's always the "Old Folkie"
They say he's always bleedin'
But whenever somebody's needing him
He's the one who cares
It's always the "Old Folkie"
Whenever somethin's burning
Or a lesson needs some learning
Or a tide that needs some turning
To a better world somewhere
Yeah, the "Old Folkie's" there
What is the name that they're calling that man?
What is the name that they're calling that man?

Matacuervos
Composer(s): T. Méndez
Performer(s): Raphael



Paisaje de Campogrado
Todo es silencio y grandiosidad
Sólo el rumor de las aves
Rompe el arrullo de la soledad
Las nubes vienen sombreando
A Matacuervos que ya sanó
Torazo que fue indultado
Que nunca en la vida jamás les pidió
Matacuervos, Matacuervos
Por algo te puse así
Yo vi llevarse en tus cuernos
A cuervos traviesos cuando eras así
Matacuervos, Matacuervos
La plaza entera te vio llorar
Cuando bravo te negabas
Y tú no querías el ruedo dejar
La luna en el Campogrado
Mientras que alumbra rezando está
Verónicas de oro y seda
En Matacuervos pensando está
La niebla viene bajando
Con Matacuervos quiere jugar
Que así jugaban antaño
Cuando era un becerro
Becerro sin par

Old Flames (Can't Hold A Candle To You)
Composer(s): Pebe Sebert; Hugh Moffatt
Performer(s): Dolly Parton;
and various other artists



Downtown tonight, I saw an old friend, someone who 
I use to take comfort from long before I met you 
I caught a spark from his eyes of forgotten desire 
With a word, or a touch, I could have rekindled that fire

Old flames can't hold a candle to you 
No one can light up the night like you do 
Flickering embers of love 
I've known one or two 
But old flames can't hold a candle to you 

Sometimes at night, I think of old lovers I've known 
I remember how holding them helped me not feel so alone 
Then I feel you beside me and even their memories are gone 
Like stars in the night lost in the sweet light of dawn 

Old flames can't hold a candle to you 
No one can light up the night like you do 
Flickering embers of love 
I've known one or two 
But old flames can't hold a candle to you 
Old flames can't hold a candle to you 
Mmmm ......