Meine Wahrheit    
French Title: Ma Vérité
Composer(s): R. Wagner; J.P. Sabar;
Pierre Delanoë; Claude Lemesle; R. Zuckowski
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri



Endlose Nacht, strahlendes Licht
Stets hat die Wahrheit ein anderes Gesicht
Schnell wie der Wind, treibt sie dich fort
Tosende Stürme verkünden ihr Wort

Zart wie ein Hauch kommt sie zurück
Singt mit den Vögeln im Frühling ihr Lied
Doch dann und wann, mit Dir allein
Scheint meine Wahrheit die Liebe zu sein

Freude und Glück, Tränen und Leid
Stets trägt die Wahrheit ein anderes Kleid
Dem der sich sagt ich hab gelebt
Scheint sie vielleicht aus Erinn'rung gewebt

Dem der beschließt "Frag nicht was war"
Zeigt sie die Farben der Zukunft ganz klar
Doch dann und wann, mit Dir allein
Scheint meine Wahrheit die Liebe zu sein

Kind oder Greis, Frau oder Mann
Stets trägt die Wahrheit ein andrer voran
Laut oder still, kommt sie zu Dir
Wenn du bereit bist und offen dafür

Du kannst sie hör'n, Du kannst sie seh'n
Oder Dein Herz wird sie verstehn

Once In Love With Amy
Composer(s): Frank Loesser
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra;
and various other artists



Once in love with Amy
Always in love with Amy
Ever and ever fascinated by her
Sets your heart on fire to stay

Once you're kissed by Amy
Tear up your list it's Amy
Ply her with bonbons, poetry and flowers
Moon a million hours away

You might be quite the fickle hearted rover
So carefree and bold
Who loves a girl and later thinks it over
And just quits cold

But once in love with Amy
Always in love with Amy
Ever and ever sweetly you'll romance her
Trouble is the answer will be
That Amy would rather stay in love with me

You might be quite the fickle hearted rover
So carefree and bold
Who loves a girl and later thinks it over
And just quits cold

But once in love with Amy
Always in love with Amy
Ever and ever sweetly you'll romance her
Trouble is the answer will be
That Amy would rather stay in love with me

10,000 Men
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
Performer(s): Bob Dylan



Ten thousand men on a hill
Ten thousand men on a hill
Some of 'm goin' down, some of 'm gonna get killed

Ten thousand men dressed in oxford blue
Ten thousand men dressed in oxford blue
Drummin' in the morning, in the evening they'll be coming for you

Ten thousand men on the move
Ten thousand men on the move
None of them doing nothin' that your mama wouldn't disapprove

Ten thousand men digging for silver and gold
Ten thousand men digging for silver and gold
All clean shaven, all coming in from the cold

Hey! Who could your lover be?
Hey! Who could your lover be?
Let me eat off his head so you can really see!

Ten thousand women all dressed in white
Ten thousand women all dressed in white
Standin' at my window wishing me goodnight

Ten thousand men looking so lean and frail
Ten thousand men looking so lean and frail
Each one of 'em got seven wives, each one of 'em just out of jail

Ten thousand women all sweepin' my room
Ten thousand women all sweepin' my room
Spilling my buttermilk, sweeping it up will a broom

Ooh, baby, thank you for my tea!
Baby, thank you for my tea

A Carolina Christmas Carol
Composer(s): Charlie Daniels
Performer(s): Charlie Daniels



A Christmas Monologue
I might as well go ahead and tell you right up front: I believe in Santa Claus
Now, you can believe or not believe, but I'm here to tell you for a fact that there is a Santa Claus
and he does bring toys and stuff like that on Christmas Eve night
I know, I know
It sounds like I've had too much eggnog, don't it?
All I ask is that you wait till I get through telling my story before you make up your mind
When I was a kid, Christmas time had a magic to it that no other season of the year had
There was just something in the air, something that you couldn't put your finger on
but it was there, and it affected everybody
It seemed like everybody smiled and laughed more at that time of year
even the people who didn't hardly smile and laugh the rest of the year
"You reckon it's gonna snow?
I sure do wish it'd snow this year
Do you reckon it's gonna?"
Heck no, it won't gonna snow
As far as I know, it ain't never snowed in Wilmington, North Carolina
at Christmas time in the whole history of man
It seemed like everybody in the world had snow at Christmas except us
In the funny papers, Nancy and Sluggo and Little Orphaned Annie
had snow to frolic around in at Christmas time
The Christmas cards had snow
Bing Crosby even had snow to sing about
But not one flake fell on Wilmington, North Carolina
But that didn't dampen our spirits one little bit
Our family celebrated Christmas to the hilt
We were a big, close-knit family, and we'd gather up at Grandma's house every year
My grandparents lived on a farm in Bladen County, about fifty miles from Wilmington
and I just couldn't wait to get up there
They lived in a great big old farmhouse
and every Christmas they'd fill it up with their children and grandchildren
We'd always stay from the night of the twenty-third through the morning of the twenty-sixth
There'd be Uncle Clyde and Aunt Martha, Uncle Lacy and Aunt Selma; Uncle Leroy and Aunt Mollie
Uncle Stewart and Aunt Opal, and my mama and daddy, Ernest and Nadine
I won't even go into how many children were there, but take my word for it, there were a bunch
There'd be people sleeping all over that big old house
We kids would sleep on pallets on the floor
and we'd giggle and play till some of the grown-ups would come and make us be quiet
All the usual ground rules about eating were off for those days at Grandma's house
You could eat as much pie and cake and candy as you could hold, and your mama wouldn't say a word to you
My grandma would cook from sunup to sundown and love every minute of it
She'd have cakes, pies candy, fruit and nuts setting out all the time
and on top of that, she'd cook three big meals a day
I mean, we eat like pigs
Christmas was also the only time that my Granddaddy would take a drink
It was a Southern custom of the time not to drink in front of small children
so Granddaddy kept his drinking whiskey hid in the barn
When he'd want to go out there and get him a snort
he'd say that he had to go see if the mare had had her foal yet
It was a good, good time
A little old-fashioned by some peoples standards, but it suited us just fine
If I'm not mistaken, it was the year I was five years old
that my cousin Buford told me that there wasn't any Santa Claus
Buford was about nine at the time
He always was a mean-natured cuss
Still is
Well, I just refused to believe him
I said, "You're telling a great big fib, Buford Ray, 'cause Santa Claus comes to see me every Christmas
right here at Grandma and Granddaddy's house"
"That ain't Santa Claus. That's your mama and daddy." One thing led
to another and I got so upset about the prospect of no Santa Claus
that I went running into the house crying.
"Grandma, Grandma! Buford says there ain't no Santa Claus!
There is a Santa Claus, ain't they, Grandma?"
"Of course there is, Curtis
Buford was just joking with you"
Aunt Selma heard me talking to Grandma and walked to the door
"Buford Ray, get yourself in this house right this minute!"
When he came in, Aunt Selma grabbed him by the ear, led him into the
front room and swatted him.
Granddaddy was also a big defender of Santa Claus
He would talk about Santa Claus like he was a personal friend of his
And the more he went to check on the mare, the more he talked about Santa Claus
or "Sandy Claws" as he called him
"Yes, children, old Sandy Claws will be hitching up them reindeers
and heading on down this a-way before long
Wonder what he's gonna bring this year?"
He'd have us so excited by the time we went to bed
that I reckon if visions of sugarplums ever danced in anybody's heads, it was ours
Christmas Eve night, after we had eat about as much supper as we could hold, we'd go in the front room
There'd always be a big log fire crackling in the fireplace, and Granddaddy would always say the same thing
"Children, do y'all know why we have Christmas every year?"
"Cause that's when the Baby Jesus was born"
"That's right
We're celebrating the Lord's birthday
Do y'all know where He was born at?"
"In Bethlehem" we would all chime in
"That's right
He was born in a stable in Bethlehem almost two thousand years ago"
Then Granddaddy would put on his spectacles and read Saint Luke's version of the Christmas story
Then, after we'd had family prayer, Granddaddy would always get a twinkle in his eye
"I reckon I'd better step out to the barn and see if that old mare has had her baby yet"
There was always a chorus of "Can I go with you, Granddaddy?"
"Y'all had better stay in here by the fire
It's mighty cold outside
I'll be right back"
When Granddaddy came back in the house, he'd always say, "I was on my way back from the barn while ago
and I heard something that sounded like bells a-tinkling, way back off yonder in the woods
I just can't figure why bells would be ringing back in the woods this time of night"
"It's Santa Claus! It's Santa Claus!"
"Well, now, I never thought of that
I wonder if it was old Sandy Claws
You children better get to bed
You know he won't come to see you as long as you're awake"
Then it was time to say good night
All the grandchildren would go around hugging all the grown-ups
"Good night Grandma, good night Granddaddy, good night Uncle Clyde, good night Aunt Mollie" and so forth
We would always try to stay awake, lying on our pallets until Santa Claus got there
but we always lost the battle
It sounded like the Third World War at Grandma's house on Christmas morning
There was cap pistols going off and baby dolls crying
and all the children hollering at the top of their lungs
By the time the next school year started, I was six years old and in the first grade
I kept thinking about what Buford had said
I didn't want to believe it, but it kept slipping into the back door of my mind
At school, Buford was three grades ahead of me, but I'd still see him sometimes
Every time he'd see me that whole year, he'd make it a point to rub it in about Santa Claus
He'd do something like get me around a bunch of his older buddies and say
"Hey , you fellers, Curtis still believes in Santa Claus"
And they'd all laugh and point
Away from any adult persuasion, I guess Buford finally wore me out
I returned to Grandma's house the next year not believing that there was a Santa Claus
Christmas lost a little of its mystique
Oh, I still enjoyed it
I even pretended that I believed in "Sandy Claws" for Granddaddy's benefit, but it wasn't the same
Well, as you know, time marches on, children grow up and leave home, including me
I was living in Denver, Colorado, married, with a child
and I hadn't been home for Christmas since our little daughter had been born
Dawn was three that year, and this would be the first time that she really knew about Santa Claus
and she was some kind of excited
We had the best time shopping for her, buying all the little toys that she wanted
Daddy called me about three weeks before Christmas and said
"Son, you know that your grandparents are getting old
They've requested that all the children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren come home the way we used to
Can you make it, son?"
"We'll be there, Daddy"
I couldn't think of a better place in the whole world for little Dawn to spend her first real Christmas
so we packed up and headed for North Carolina
Grandma was eighty-two years old, but she still cooked all day long
and she still enjoyed every minute of it
Granddaddy was eighty-four, but he still had a twinkle in his eye and a mare in the barn
The old house was fuller than ever, with a whole new generation of children in it
Even Buford
He had married, but he didn't have any children
He didn't want any
One of my cousins said he figured Buford was too stingy to have children
Buford was still the same, except that he had changed from a boy with a mean nature
to a full-grown man with a cynical nature and a know-it-all attitude
Just before we went into the front room for family prayer and the reading of the Christmas story
I overheard him say to somebody "I don't know why Granddaddy keeps filling the children's heads full of that Santa Claus nonsense
I think it's ridiculous
If I had children, I wouldn't let him tell them all that junk"
I looked hard at Buford
I had never liked him, and I liked him even less now
Our little daughter was so excited when Granddaddy started talking about "Sandy Claws"
that she jumped up and down and clapped her hands
When I took her up to bed, there was pure excitement in those big brown eyes
"Santa Claus is coming, Daddy! Santa Claus is coming, Daddy!"
I got a warm feeling all over, and I sure was glad to be back at Grandma's house at Christmas time
After all the children had gone to sleep, the grown-ups started going out to their cars
to get the toys they had brought for Santa Claus to leave under the Christmas tree
I decided to wait until everybody else had finished before I put Dawn's presents out
This was a special time for me and I wanted to enjoy it
After everybody had gone up to bed, I went to the car to get Dawn's toys
To my shock, I couldn't find them
I ran back into the house to my wife
"Sylvia, where did you pack Dawn's Christmas presents?"
"I thought you packed them"
I was close to panic, but I didn't want Sylvia to know it
I said, "Oh well, you just go on to bed, honey, and I'll look again
I probably just overlooked them"
I kissed my wife goodnight and went back downstairs
I knew I hadn't overlooked them
We had somehow forgot to pack them, and they were two thousand miles away in Denver, Colorado
I was a miserable man
I just didn't feel like I could face little Dawn the next morning
She'd be so disappointed
All the other children would have the toys that Santa had brought them
and my beloved little daughter wouldn't have anything
How could I have been so dumb?
Here it was, twelve o'clock Christmas Eve night, all the stores closed, everybody in bed
and me without a single present for little Dawn
I was heartbroken
I went into the front room and sat by the dying fire, dejected and hopeless
I don't know how long I sat there staring at the embers
but sometime later on I heard a rustle behind me and somebody said, "You got a match, son?"
I turned around and almost fell on the floor
Standing not ten feet from me was a short, fat little man in a red suit
with a long white beard and a pipe sticking out of his mouth
I couldn't move, I couldn't speak
He looked at me and chuckled
"Have you got a match, son?
I ran out and I want to get this pipe going"
When I finally got my voice back, all I could say was "Who are you?"
"Well, people call me by different names in different parts of the world, but around here they call me Santa Claus"
"No, I mean who are you really?"
I just told you, son
How about that match?"
I stumbled to the mantelpiece, got a kitchen match and gave it to him
"Much obliged"
He stood there lighting his pipe, with me looking at him like he was a ghost or something
"How did you get in here?"
"Oh, I've got my ways"
"I thought you were supposed to slide down the chimney"
"That's a common misconception
Would you slide down a chimney with a fire at the bottom?"
"Well, no
I mean, no, sir"
"Well, neither would I"
"How did you get here?"
"I've got a sturdy sleigh and the finest team of reindeer a man could have"
"But we ain't got snow"
Santa Claus laughed so hard that his considerable belly shook
"I don't need snow
Half the places I go in the world don't have snow
Besides, I like to get out of the snow once in a while
We have it year-round at the North Pole, you know"
"You mean you really live at the North Pole?"
"Of course, I've always lived at the North Pole
Don't you know anything about Santa Claus, son?"
"Well, yeah, but I thought it was all a big put-on for the children"
"That's the trouble with you grown-ups
You think that everything you can't see is a put-on
It's a shame grown people can't be more like children
They don't have any trouble believing in me"
"You mean you've really got a sleigh, with reindeer named Donner and Blitzen and stuff like that?"
"That's right, son
There's Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen and Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen
Of course, there's no Rudolph with the red nose
I don't know who came up with that one
Rudolph really is a put-on"
"But what are you doing here? Why did you come?"
"Because there's a little girl in this house who believes in me very much
Now, she'd be mighty disappointed to wake up Christmas morning and have nothing under the tree"
"You mean you a came all the way here just because one little girl believes in you?"
"That's right, son
There's magic in believing
Besides, she's not the only one in this house who believes in me"
"Who else?"
"Why, your grandfather, of course"
"You mean Granddaddy wasn't putting us on all those years?
He really believed in you?"
"Of course he believed in me"
"Well, why do you do this?"
"It's my way of celebrating the most important birthday in the history of man
Our Lord has given us so much
How can we do less?"
Santa Claus consulted a piece of paper he pulled out of his pocket
and started taking a doll and other toys out of a big bag he had brought with him
"Well, I've got to go, son
I've got a lot of stops to make before sunup
It's been really nice talking to you
Thanks for the match"
"Can I help you with your bag, Santa Claus?"
"No, that's all right, son
I'm used to carrying it"
I walked outside with him
"Where's your sleigh, Santa Claus?"
"It's parked right over there in the edge of the woods
You can come over and see it if you like"
I started walking over to his sleigh with him, but then I had a thought
"I'm gonna have to miss seeing your sleigh and reindeer
Thank you so very much
You saved my life
God bless you, Santa Claus
I'll see you next year"
"God bless you, too, son and a Merry Christmas to you and yours"
Santa Claus started across the yard toward his sleigh, and I went running back in the house like a wild man
I raced up the stairs
"Buford, Buford, get up!"
"What's the matter, is the house on fire?"
"No, but hurry
Come out on the upstairs porch"
Buford grumbled as he got up and followed me out on the upstairs porch
"What the heck do you want?
It's cold out here"
"Just hush up and listen"
Well, we listened by a full minute and nothing happened
"You're crazy
I'm going back to bed"
"Buford, if you go back in the house, you're gonna miss something that I want you, above all people, to see"
We waited for a little while longer and I had almost given up when I heard it
It was just a little tinkle at first, hanging on the frosty air and getting louder by the second
It was sleigh bells!
Buford looked at me and said "Curtis, is this some kind of joke or something?"
"No, Buford, I swear it ain't
Just wait a minute now!"
The sound of sleigh bells was getting louder and Buford's face was getting whiter
"You got somebody out there doing that, ain't you?
Admit it!
You got somebody out there, ain't you?"
I didn't say a word
All of a sudden it sounded like somebody had flushed a covey of quail
That sleigh came up out of the woods and headed west, hovering just above the treetops
Buford was speechless
I thought he was gonna pass out
He held on to the banister and took deep breaths
Even if you believe so far, I know you ain't gonna believe this next part, but it really happened
Santa Claus made a big circle and turned and flew right around the house
I bet he won't over twenty feet from the upstairs porch when he passed by me and Buford
Old Santa Claus could really handle them reindeer
Then he headed west again, moving at a pretty good clip this time
I hate to even tell you this next part, 'cause you'll think I took it right out of the book, but I didn't
Anyway, just about the time he was getting out of our hearing, he hollered, "Merry Christmas, everybody!"
And then he was gone
"Curtis, do you know where Granddaddy keeps that bottle hid in the barn?
I need me a drink"
I don't believe that Buford ever told anybody about seeing Santa Claus
I know I didn't, not until now
But I just had to tell somebody about it
It's been hard keeping it to myself all these years
I'm a granddaddy myself now
That little girl that caused all this to happen with her faith in Santa Claus
is grown and married and has a three-year-old girl and a five-year-old boy
Me and Sylvia moved back to North Carolina many years ago and bought a big old farmhouse
Now my grandchildren come and spend Christmas with me and their grandmother
There's not as many of us as there was at Grandma's house
but we have just as big a time and celebrate Christmas just as hard
In fact, Christmas is about the only time a year I'll take a drink
I always get me a pint of Old Granddad at Christmas time
Since the grandchildren are so small, I don't like to drink in front of them,
so I keep my drinking whiskey hid out in the barn
When I want to go out there and get me a snort
I always tell the grandchildren that I've got to see if the cows got corn
Of course, all the grown-ups know why I'm going out to the barn, or at least they think they do
I always make my last trip to the barn after I've read the Christmas story and had family prayer
Everybody thinks I'm going out to get me a snort, but they're wrong
I'm just going out to hear the sleigh bells ring

Mein Schönster Tag
Composer(s): W. Jenkins; H. Evans; H.U. Weigel
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog



Ich seh' hinaus
Auf die schlafenden Strassen
Die Lichter gehen aus
Vorbei ist die Nacht
Ich denk' an Dich
Und mein Herz schlägt schneller
Schon wird es Morgen
Die Sonne erwacht

Der schönste Tag
In meinem Leben
Der fängt für mich
So wunderbar an
Meiner schönster Tag
Ist wie ein Märchen
Und du bist hier
Für immer bei mir

Heut' will ich dir
Für immer gehören
Seit vielen Stunden
Denk' ich nur daran
Von diesem Tag
Träumt jedes Mädchen
Mein schönster Tag
Ist Wirklichkeit

Oh, so viele Menschen
Wünschen uns beiden
Liebe und Glück
Für alle Zeit
Der schönste Tag
In meinem Leben...

Once In A While
Composer(s): Michael Edwards; Bud Green
Performer(s): The Chimes;
and various other artists



Once in a while won't you try to give one little thought to me
Though someone else may be nearer your heart

Once in a while won't you dream of the moments I shared with you
Moments before we two drifted apart

In love's smouldering ember one spark may remain
If love can remember that spark may burn again

I know that I'll be contented with yesterday's memories
Knowing you think of me once in a while

10,000 Miles
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Mary Chapin Carpenter
and multiple other artists



Fare thee well
My own true love
Farewell for a while
I’m going away
But I’ll be back
Though I go 10,000 miles

10,000 miles
My own true love
10,000 miles or more
The rocks may melt
And the seas may burn
If I should not return

Oh don’t you see
That lonesome dove
Sitting on an ivy tree
She’s weeping for
Her own true love
As I shall weep for mine

Oh come ye back
My own true love
And stay a while with me
If I had a friend
All on this earth
You’ve been a friend to me

Les Jeunes Imbéciles
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat



Ils ont troqué leur col Mao
Contre un joli costume trois-pièces
Ils ont troqué leurs idéaux
Contre un petit attaché-case
Citoyens de Paris ma ville
La plage est loin sous les pavés
Vivez en paix dormez tranquilles
Le monde n'est plus à changer

Ce n'était alors que jeunes imbéciles
Le poil au menton
Ce n'était alors que jeunes imbéciles
Les voilà vieux cons

Ils ont troqué leur col Mao
Pour une tenue plus libérale
Le vieux slogan du père Guizot
Est devenu leur idéal
Nos soixante-huitards en colère
Reprennent un refrain peu banal
C'est enrichissez-vous mes frères
En guise d'Internationale

Ce n'était alors que jeunes imbéciles
Le poil au menton
Ce n'était alors que jeunes imbéciles
Les voilà vieux cons

Ils ont troqué leur col Mao
Et leur vieux look égalitaire
Pour un costume plus rigolo
C'est la chasuble humanitaire
Ils font la quête avec délice
Chez ceux qu'ont plus rien à donner
Et pour établir la justice
S'en remettent à la charité

Ce n'était alors que jeunes imbéciles
Le poil au menton
Ce n'était alors que jeunes imbéciles
Les voilà vieux cons

Ils ont troqué leur col Mao
Pour des tenues plus officielles
Depuis qu'ils fréquentent à gogo
Les cabinets ministériels
Ah quel plaisir en redingote
Sur le perron de l'Elysée
De se faire lécher les bottes
Par des journalistes avisés

C'est toujours avec les jeunes imbéciles
Qu'on le veuille ou non
C'est toujours avec les jeunes imbéciles
Qu'on fait les vieux cons

Mein Lieber Herr
Spanish Title: Mi Querido Señor
Composer(s): Chris Michaelessi; 
Lana Sebastian; Paul Sebastian
Performer(s): Dalida



Elle l'appelait Mein lieber herr
Dans une mansarde ou ils s'aimaient des nuits entière
Et dans ses yeux, elle revoyait
Sourire son père, chanter sa mère avant la guerre
Elle lui disait Mein Lieber herr
S'il devinait que c'est vous qui m'avez sauvé
Ne partez pas Mein Lieber herr
Vous voyez bien je n'ai plus rien que vous sur terre

Il répondait surtout n'écoute plus ta peur
Avec un peu d'espoir le monde sera meilleur

Aufwiedersehen lieber
Bientôt je reviendrai
De Berlin à Paris
La guerre sera fini
Les arbres seront en fleur
Les hommes auront du cœur
Je te le promets je reviendrais Aufwiedersehen lieber

Elle l'appelait Mein Lieber herr
Et leur histoire était la plus belle des victoires
Elle m'écoutait, Mein Lieber herr
Lui racontait tout ce qu'un jour ils allaient faire

Nous marcherons dans toutes les rues illuminées
Nous dînerons sur les terrasses d'un café

Aufwiedersehen lieber
Bientôt je reviendrai
De Berlin à Paris
La guerre sera fini
Les arbres seront en fleur
Les hommes auront du cœur
Je te le promets je reviendrais Aufwiedersehen lieber

Elle l'attendait Mein Lieber herr
Jour après jour dans le silence des bruits d'enfer
Elle s'inventait
Des nuits d'hivers
Au coin d'un feu libre et heureux après là...

"Elle n'appelle plus Mein Lieber
herr 30 ans après une veille
enfant aux yeux d'hiver ne parle plus, ne sais même plus qu'il
y est eu une guerre"

Mais certains soirs lorsqu'elle retrouve sa mémoire
Ses yeux s'allume soudain elle raconte son histoire

Aufwiedersehen lieber
Bientôt je reviendrai
De Berlin à Paris
La guerre sera fini
Les arbres seront en fleur
Les hommes auront du cœur
Je te le promets je reviendrais Aufwiedersehen lieber
Aufwiedersehen lieber
Bientôt je reviendrai
De Berlin à Paris
La guerre sera fini

La la la...
De Berlin à Paris
La guerre sera fini
Aufwiedersehen lieber
Bientôt je reviendrai
De Berlin à Paris
La guerre sera fini...

Once In A While
Composer(s): Richard O'Brien
Performer(s): Barry Bostwick;
and various other artists



Brad:
Once in a while, she don't want to call you
Speaking on the telephone
And once in your life, she won't want to know you
You look around
The one you've found, she is gone

And that's all the time that it takes
For a heart to turn to stone
The sweeter the wine
The harder to make the break
You hear something about someone
You'd thought you'd known

So baby don't cry like there's no tomorrow
After the night there's a brand new day
And there'll be no pain, and no more sorrow
So wash your face
And phone my place, it'll be okay

And that's all the time that it takes
For a heart to beat again
So give me a sign
That a lover makes
You look around
The one you've found is back again

10:15 Saturday Night
Composer(s): Michael Dempsey; Robert Smith; Lol Tolhurst
First release by: The Cure - 1979
Covered by multiple other artists



10:15
Saturday night
And the tap drips
Under the strip light
And I'm sitting
In the kitchen sink
And the tap drips
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip...

Waiting
For the telephone to ring
And I'm wondering
Where she's been
And I'm crying for yesterday
And the tap drips
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip...

It's always the same...

Linda On My Mind
((French Version: Les Larmes De Belinda (by Johnny Hallyday))
Composer(s): Conway Twitty
Performer(s): Conway Twitty



Now I'm lying here with Linda on my mind
And next to me, my soon to be, the one I left behind
And Lord it's killing me to see her crying
She knows I'm lying here beside her with Linda on my mind

Yes I know that I once loved her
And I placed no one above her
And I never thought I'd ever set her free
But it just wasn't in my plan
The way Linda squeezed my hand
The first time that I held her close as she danced with me

She said I've loved you for a long time
But you're married to a friend of mine
And I tried hard to never let it show
But my love for you is stronger
I can't hide it any longer
And so I thought I'd better let you know

Now I'm lying here with Linda on my mind
And next to me, my soon to be, the one I left behind
And Lord it's killing me to see her crying
She knows I'm lying here beside her with Linda on my mind ...

Mein Herz Hat Noch Platz Für Dich
((Adapted from: Je Reviens Chez Nous (by Jean-Pierre Ferland) - 1969))
Composer(s): Jean-Pierre Ferland - Christoph Busse
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri - 1986
Titles In Other Languages:

1971 - A Place In My Heart (by Nana Mouskouri)
1986 - Nuestro Hogar (by Nana Mouskouri)
1987 - Un Posto Nel Cuore (by Nana Mouskouri)
1996 - Weer Naar Huis (by Sanne)
1998 - O Nosso Lar (by Nana Mouskouri)



Dein letzter Brief kam heute früh
Du schreibst du bist auf deinem Weg
Zu einem unbekannten Ziel
Wohin der Wind dich gerade weht
Du sagst du folgst der Sonne nach
Doch bist du sicher was du tust
Nach allem was du je gesagt
Ist das die Straße die du suchst

Doch wohin du auch gehst
Mein Herz hat noch Platz für dich
Da ist niemand in deiner Welt
Der dich liebt wie ich
Und wie weit der Weg dich auch führt
Dort am Horizont
Dieses Herz hat noch Platz für dich
Wenn du wiederkommst

Auch wenn du schreibst du bist bei mir
Wenn du auf fremden Wolken fliegst
Weiß ich dein Herz ist nicht mehr hier
Nur mit dem Land durch das du ziehst
Jeder Weg hat auch ein Ziel
Und sei es nur im Niemandsland
Verlierer gibt's in jedem Spiel
Und Träume sterben irgendwann

Doch wohin du auch gehst
Mein Herz hat noch Platz für dich
Da ist niemand in deiner Welt
Der dich liebt wie ich
Und wie weit der Weg dich auch führt
Dort am Horizont
Dieses Herz hat noch Platz für dich
Wenn du wiederkommst

In tausend Tagen oder mehr
Wenn du die Ozeane kennst
Kommst du vielleicht zurück zu mir
Weil deine Sonne nicht mehr brennt

La la la lala la la la
Lala la la la
La la la lala la la la
Lala la la la

Da ist niemand in deiner Welt
Der dich liebt wie ich
Auch wenn Jahre vergeh'n
Mein Herz hat noch Platz für dich

Once In A Very Blue Moon
Composer(s): Patrick Alger; Eugene Levine
Performer(s): Nanci Griffith;
and various other artists



I found your letter in my mailbox today
You were just checkin' if I was okay
And if I miss you, well, you know what they say ... 
just once ... in a very blue moon 
just once in a very blue moon 
just once ... in a very blue moon 
and I feel one comin' on soon 

No need to tell me, you'd like to be friends
and help me get back on my feet again
If I miss you at all ... it's just now and then 
just once ... in a very blue moon 
just once in a very blue moon 
just once ... in a very blue moon 
and I feel one comin' on soon 

There's a blue moon shinin'
when I am reminded of all we've been through
Such a blue moon ... shinin'
Does it ever shine down on you?

You act as if it never hurt you at all
Like I'm the only one who's gettin' up from a fall
Don't you remember?
Can't you recall? 
just once ... in a very blue moon 
just once in a very blue moon 
just once ... in a very blue moon 
and I feel one comin' on soon ... just once ... in a very ... blue moon

A Christmas Carol
Composer(s): Leslie Bricusse
Performer(s): Company



Sing a song of gladness and cheer
For the time of Christmas is here
Look around about you and see
What a world of wonder
This world can be
Sing a Christmas carol
Sing a Christmas carol
Sing a Christmas carol
Like the children do
And the joy and beauty
Oh, the joy and beauty
That a merry Christmas can bring to you!

Mein Herr
Composer(s): Fred Ebb; John Kander
Performer(s): Liza Minnelli
and various other artists



You have to understand the way I am, mein Herr
A tiger is a tiger, not a lamb, mein Herr
You'll never turn the vinegar to jam, mein Herr
So I do, what I do 
When I'm through, then I'm through
And I'm through, toodle oo

Bye bye mein lieber Herr, farewell mein lieber Herr
It was a fine affair, but now it's over
And though I used to care, I need the open air
You're better off without me mein Herr

Don't dab your eye, mein Herr, or wonder why mein Herr
I've always said that I was a rover
You mustn't knit your brow
You should have known by now 
You'd every cause to doubt me mein Herr

The continent of Europe is so wide, mein Herr
Not only up and down, but side to side, mein Herr
I couldn't ever cross it if I tried, mein Herr
But I do what I can, inch by inch, step by step, mile by mile
Man by man

Bye bye mein Herr
Bye bye mein lieber Herr
Auf wiedersehen, mein Herr
Es war sehr gut, mein Herr, und vorbei
Du kennst mich wohl, mein Herr
Ach, lebe wohl, mein Herr
Du sollst mich nie mehr sehen mein Herr

Bye bye mein lieber Herr
Farewell mein lieber Herr
It was a fine affair, but now it's over
And though I used to care, I need the open air
You're better off without me
You'll get on without me, mein Herr

Once In A Lifetime
(Senegalese Version: Défal Lu Wor - 2003)
Composer(s): David Byrne - Brian Eno - Chris Frantz - Jerry Harrison - Tina Weymouth
First release by: Talking Heads - 1980
Covered by multiple other artists



And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful
wife
And you may ask yourself
Well...
How did I get here?
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground
And you may ask yourself
How do I work this?
And you may ask yourself
Where is that large automobile?
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful house!
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful wife!
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Water dissolving...and water removing
There is water at the bottom of the ocean
Carry the water at the bottom of the ocean
Remove the water at the bottom of the ocean!
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/in the silent water
Under the rocks and stones/there is water underground
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground
And you may ask yourself
What is that beautiful house?
And you may ask yourself
Where does that highway go?
And you may ask yourself
Am I right?...Am I wrong?
And you may tell yourself
My God!...
What Have I Done?
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/in the silent water
Under the rocks and stones/there is water underground
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was... 

A Christmas Carol
Composer(s): Tom Lehrer
Performer(s): Tom Lehrer
and multiple other artists



Christmas time is here, by golly
Disapproval would be folly
Deck the halls with hunks of holly
Fill the cup and don't say when

Kill the turkeys, ducks and chickens
Mix the punch, drag out the Dickens
Even though the prospect sickens
Brother, here we go again

On Christmas Day you can't get sore
Your fellow man you must adore
There's time to rob him all the more
The other three hundred and sixty-four

Relations, sparing no expense
'll Send some useless old utensil
Or a matching pen and pencil
("Just the thing I need, how nice!")

It doesn't matter how sincere it is
Nor how heartfelt the spirit
Sentiment will not endear it
What's important is the price

Hark, the Herald Tribune sings
Advertising wondrous things
God rest ye merry merchants
May ye make the Yuletide pay
Angels we have heard on high
Tell us to go out and buy!

So, let the raucous sleighbells jingle
Hail our dear old friend Kris Kringle
Driving his reindeer across the sky
Don't stand underneath when they fly by

Méigui Méigui Wo Ài Ni 
English Title: Rose, Rose, I Love You (aka May Kway O May Kway)
(Chen Gexin)
Originally performed by: Yáo Lì (Miss Hue Lee)



Mméigui méigui zuì jiaomei
Méigui méigui zuì yànlì
Chángxià kai zài zhitóushang
Méigui méigui wo ài ni

Méigui méigui qíngyì zhòng
Méigui méigui qíngyì nóng
Chángxià kai zài jinglíli
Méigui méigui wo ài ni

Xin de shìyue, xin de qíngyì
Shèngjié de guanghui zhào dàdì
Xin de shìyue, xin de qíngyì
Shèngjié de guanghui zhào dàdì

Méigui méigui zuì jiaomei
Méigui méigui zuì yànlì
Chángxià kai zài zhitóushang
Méigui méigui wo ài ni

Méigui méigui zhir xì
Méigui méigui cir ruì
Jinzhao fengyu lái cuicán
Shang le nènzhi hé jiaorui

Méigui méigui xin'ér jian
Méigui méigui cir jian
Láirì fengyu cuihui
Huibuliao bìngdì liánli

Méigui méigui wo ài ni

Once In A Lifetime
Composer(s): Anthony Newley - Leslie Bricusse
First release by: Anthony Newley - 1961
Covered by multiple other artists



Just once in a lifetime
A man knows a moment
One wonderful moment
When fate takes his hand
And this is my moment
My once in a lifetime
When I can explore a new and exciting land

For once in my lifetime
I feel like a giant
I soar like an eagle
As though I had wings
For this is my moment
My destiny calls me
And though it may be just once in my lifetime
I'm gonna do great things

And this is my moment
My once in a lifetime
When I can explore a new and exciting land

For once in my lifetime
I feel like a giant
I soar like an eagle
As though I had wings
For this is my moment
My destiny calls me
And though it may be just once in my lifetime
I'm gonna do great things