Emmène-Moi Danser Ce Soir
((Dutch Version: Ik Neem Je Vanavond Mee (Willy Sommers) - 1993))
Composer(s): François Valéry - Jean-François Maurice
First release by: Michèle Torr - 1978



Aujourd’hui ça fait six ans que nous sommes mariés
Tu m’as donné de beaux enfants tu sais
Et depuis ce p’tit bal ou l’on s’est rencontré
Je n’ai cesser de t’aimer
Mais ce soir j’ai envie de déposer mon tablier
De me faire belle pour toi comme par le passé
Ton fauteuil, ton journal, tes cigarettes et la télé
Ce soir laisse les de coté

Emmène moi danser ce soir
Joue contre joue et serres dans le noir
Fais-moi la cour comme aux premiers instants
Comme cette nuit ou tu m’as pris mes dix sept ans
Emmène moi danser ce soir
Flirtons ensemble enlacés dans le noir
Timidement dis-moi ’Michèle je t’aime amoureusement
Je suis restée la même

Il n’y a plus que tes amis et le football qui comptent pour toi
Et j’ai l’impression que tu ne vois plus en moi que le mère de tes enfants
Je ne te demande pas de m’offrir des fleurs tous les jours
Mais de faire de temps en temps un geste d’amour

Et ce soir je voudrais encore une fois te retrouver
Rentrer au petit jour et puis t’embrasser
Ton fauteuil, ton journal, tes cigarettes et la télé
Ce soir laisse-les de coté

Emmène moi danser ce soir
Joue contre joue et serres dans le noir
Fais-moi la cour comme aux premiers instants
Comme cette nuit ou tu m’as pris mes dix sept ans
Emmène moi danser ce soir
Flirtons ensemble enlacés dans le noir
Timidement dis-moi ’Michèle je t’aime amoureusement
Je suis restée la même

Can'tcha Say (You Believe In Me)
Composer(s): Tom Scholz
Performer(s): Boston



Can'tcha say you believe in me?
Can'tcha see what you mean to me?

Everyday I think of you
You're on my mind
Some things in the past
Are better left behind
Every night I dream of you
The images as clear as day
Can'tcha say you believe in me?
Can'tcha say you believe in me?
You know that where there's a will there's a way
Can'tcha say you believe in me?
Can't you see what it means to me?
Don't leave me alone tonight
'Cause I still love you
We've had our time apart
And I knew right from the start
I could never change
The way I feel about you baby
We can sit here all night long
And separate the right from the wrong
But love won't wait
Can'tcha say you believe in me?
Can'tcha say you believe in me?
You know that where there's a will there's a way
Can'tcha say you believe in me?
Can't you see what it means to me?
Don't leave me alone tonight
'Cause I still love you
Ooohh, still in love with you
You know I need you baby, to stand by me
Can't you see I need you, baby
Oooh, I'm still in love with you
Can'tcha say you believe in me?
Can'tcha say you believe in me?
You know that where there's a will there's a way
Can'tcha say you believe in me?
Can't you see what you mean to me?
Don't leave me alone tonight
'Cause I still love you
I love you

Finnegan's Wake
(Traditional)
Performer(s): The Irish Rovers;
and various other artists



Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin' Street
A gentleman, Irish, mighty odd
He had a brogue both rich and sweet
And to rise in the world he carried a hod
Now Tim had a sort of the tipplin' way
With a love of the whiskey he was born
And to help him on with his work each day
He'd a "drop of the cray-thur" every morn

Whack fol the darn O, dance to your partner
Whirl the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!

One mornin' Tim was feelin' full
His head was heavy which made him shake
He fell from the ladder and broke his skull
And they carried him home his corpse to wake
They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him out upon the bed
A gallon of whiskey at his feet
And a barrel of porter at his head

His friends assembled at the wake
And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch
First they brought in tay and cake
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
Biddy O'Brien began to bawl
"Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see?
"O Tim, mavourneen, why did you die?"
Arragh, hold your gob said Paddy McGhee!

Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job
"O Biddy," says she, "You're wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy she gave her a belt in the gob
And left her sprawlin' on the floor
And then the war did soon engage
'Twas woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage
And a row and a ruction soon began

Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head
When a noggin of whiskey flew at him
It missed, and falling on the bed
The liquor scattered over Tim!
The corpse revives! See how he raises!
Timothy rising from the bed
Says,"Whirl your whiskey around like blazes
Thanum an Dhul! Do you thunk I'm dead?"

The Cheap Seats
Composer(s): Marcus Hummon - Randy Sharp
Performer(s): Alabama; Marcus Hummon



This town ain't big, this town ain't small
It's a little of both they say
Our ball club may be minor league but at least it's triple A

We sit below the Marlboro man, above the right field wall
We do the wave all by ourself
Hang ump, a blind man could've made that call

We like beer flat as can be
We like our dogs with mustard and relish
We got a great pitcher what's his name
Well we can't even spell it
We don't worry about the penant much
We just like to see the boys hit it deep
There's nothing like the view from the cheap seats

The game was close, we'll call it a win
Go off to toast the boys again
That local band is back in town
They got a kinda minor league sound

They're not that bad, they're not that good
But all in all it's understood
We wanna dance, they wanna play
We wouldn't have it any other way

We like beer flat as can be
We like our dogs with mustard and relish
We got a great pitcher what's his name
Well we can't even spell it
We don't worry about the penant much
We just like to see the boys hit it deep
There's nothing like the view from the cheap seats

Cheap seats

Now the majors called up oh what's his name
And one more buildin' rises tall
And suddenly we're all grown up
And this old town's not quite so small
But I'll always miss the middle size town
In the middle of the middle-west
With no name pitchers and local bands,
And mustard and relish and all the rest.

We like beer flat as can be
We like our dogs with mustard and relish
We got a great pitcher what's his name
Well we can't even spell it
We don't worry about the penant much
We just like to see the boys hit it deep
There's nothing like the view from the cheap seats

Cheap seats 

Cantares De Trilla
Performer(s): Pablo Guerrero



Ya viene la galbana
por aquel cerro
venga o no venga
yo ya la tengo
Una viuda va a misa
y va diciendo
¿Quién me compra esta viña
que ha muerto el dueño?
Ventanas a la calle
son peligrosas
pa los padres que tienen
niñas hermosas
El ermitaño un buen día
por beber agua enfermó
y la Virgen le decía
"Bebe vino y agua no"
Por la sierra de Lares
vienen bajando
veinticuatro mil frailes
tras un pan blanco

Finland
Composer(s): Chi Durang; Eric Idle; Michael Palin
Performer(s): Monty Python



Finland, Finland, Finland
The country where I want to be
Pony trekking or camping
Or just watching TV
Finland, Finland, Finland
It's the country for me

You're so near to Russia
So far from Japan
Quite a long way from Cairo
Lots of miles from Vietnam

Finland, Finland, Finland
The country where I want to be
Eating breakfast or dinner
Or snack lunch in the Hall
Finland, Finland, Finland
Finland has it all

You're so sadly neglected
And often ignored
A poor second to Belgium
When going abroad

Finland, Finland, Finland
The country where I quite want to be
Your mountains so lofty
Your treetops so tall
Finland, Finland, Finland
Finland has it all

Finland, Finland, Finland
The country where I quite want to be
Your treetops so tall
Finland, Finland, Finland
Finland has it all

Finland has it all ...

The Chase
Composer(s): Alan Jay Lerner - Frederick Loewe



Male Chorus:
Harry Beaton! Harry Beaton!
Run an' get 'im! Get 'im!
Run an' get 'im! Get 'im!
Run, ye men, or ye will never see another morning'
Go an' stop 'im! Stop 'im!
Go an' stop 'im! Stop 'im!
Run, ye Highland men, or ye won't ken another day

MacGregor:
Beaton sure came this way, an' we canna be too far behind 'im, laddie
Ye there, head for the brae! Keep your eye ope' or ye winna find 'im, laddie!

Stuart:
I'll go down to the creek, an' by God, if I see 'im I'll throw 'im in it

MacGregor:
Search the hill to the peak!
Find 'im, lads, or tomorrow will never, never come!

Male Chorus:
Run an' get 'im! Get 'im!
Run an' get 'im! Get 'im!
Run an' get 'im now, or ye won't plough another meadow!
Go an' stop 'im! Stop 'im!
Go an' stop 'im! Stop 'im!
Run, ye Highland man, or ye won't ken another day!

Tommy:
Jeff!

Jeff:
Yeh?

Tommy:
Let's separate. You go right, I'll go left. He can't be too far from here

If he comes into sight, hold him fast! Many lives are depending on it!
This must not end tonight! They must know that tomorrow is really gonna come!

Male Chorus:
Run an' get 'im! Get 'im!
Run an' get 'im! Get 'im!
Spread your human net, but don't forget that time's agin ye!
Go an' stop 'im! Stop 'im!
Go an' stop 'im! Stop 'im!
Run, ye Highland men, or ye won't ken another day!

Cantaré, Cantarás
Composer(s): Juan Carlos Calderón; Anahi
Performer(s): Hermanos



Quiero ser, un puerto en el mar
ser ese compás, que te devuelva el rumbo
Quiero ser, un lugar de paz
y no dejar jamás, que se te acabe el mundo
Amigo, amigo
no hay nada que temer estoy contigo
Y después de la oscuridad
esperando está un nuevo día
Cantaré, cantarás
y esa luz al final del sendero
brillará como un sol, que ilumina al mundo entero
Cada vez somos más
y si al fin nos damos la mano
Siempre habrá un lugar para todo ser humano
Junto a ti quiero caminar
compartir el pan, la pena y la esperanza
Descubrir que en el corazón
siempre hay un rincón que no olvida la infancia
Amigo, amigo
hay tanto por hacer, cuenta conmigo
Cantaré, cantarás
y esa luz al final del sendero
brillará como un sol, que ilumina al mundo entero
Cada vez somos más
y si al fin nos damos la mano
Siempre habrá un lugar para todo ser humano
Yo quisiera tener el poder
de ayudar y cambiar tu destino
Te daré cuanto puedo dar
sólo sé cantar y para ti es mi canto
Y mi voz junto a las demás
en la inmensidad se está escuchando
Cantaré, cantarás
y esa luz al final del sendero
brillará como un sol, que ilumina al mundo entero
Cada vez somos más
y si al fin nos damos la mano
Siempre habrá un lugar para todo ser humano
I will sing, you will sing
And a song will bring us together
And our hopes and our prayes
We will make them last forever
Cantaré, cantarás
y esa luz al final del sendero
brillará como un sol, que ilumina al mundo entero
Cada vez somos más
y si al fin nos damos la mano
Siempre habrá un lugar para todo ser humano

Fini La Comédie
Composer(s): James "Cookie" Palmer; Karel Ricanek;
Angelo La Bionda; Carmelo La Bionda; Pierre Delanoë
Performer(s): Dalida



C'est fini, c'est fini la comédie
Tout avait commencé comme une pièce à succès
Dans le décor tout bleu d'un théâtre de banlieue
Nous n'étions que nous deux

On s'est aimé longtemps au point d'oublier le temps
Qui tout au long des scènes transformait les joies en peine
Il a gagné le temps, il est content
Quand il nous voit chacun de son côté comme des étrangers
Nous n'avons plus en commun que les mots quotidiens
Le décor n'a pas changé mais les acteurs n'ont rien à jouer
Il faut baisser le rideau

C'est fini, c'est fini la comédie
On était bien parti éternité garantie
On était seuls au monde devant nous la route longue
Pas de sens interdit

Il a gagné le temps, il est content
Quand il nous voit chacun de son côté comme des étrangers
Nous n'avons plus en commun que les mots quotidiens
Le décor n'a pas changé mais les acteurs n'ont rien à jouer
Il faut baisser le rideau

C'est fini, c'est fini la comédie
Tout avait commencé comme une pièce à succès
Dans le décor tout bleu d'un théâtre de banlieue
Nous n'étions que nous deux
C'est fini
C'est fini la comédie

The Charm Of You
Composer(s): Sammy Cahn - Jule Styne
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
and multiple other artists



The charm of you is comparable to a Christmas tree with toys
With little girls and boys when first they see the tree
The thrill of you is comparable to the thrill I felt 
when I first learned the heart could sigh
And you were the reason why, and yet, and yet if we two have never met
I'd know your grace that warms a face that only the angels get, and
So comparing you with all of these things, is all that I can do
Because they add up to the charm of you

So comparing you with all of these things, is all that I can do
Because they add up to the charm of you

Cantar, Cantar, Cantar
Composer(s): J. Ordaz Aguilera
Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto



¡Qué bueno ha sido regresar a la cosecha
después que el tiempo mejoró las madrugadas!
¡Qué bueno ha sido el despertar
sobre la almohada que soñé 
cuando el amor y la canción nos esperaban
Hay que cantarle un homenaje a la sonrisa
de aquel ancestro soñador que, en la garganta
dejó su pétalo mejor
para que hiciera florecer, alguna vez
el corazón y la esperanza

Cantar, cantar, cantar
con la necesidad de la primera vez
Cantar, cantar, cantar
para llegar a ser
como una sola voz

Cuando sabe a realidad la maravilla
de aventurarse a ser canción y a ser guitarra
late la prisa por amar
y el corazón se vuelve un mágico volcán
que arranca el grito de esperanza
Cantar, cantar, cantar
con la necesidad de la primera vez
Cantar, cantar, cantar
para llegar a ser
como una sola voz
Cantar, cantar, cantar
con la necesidad de la primera vez

Cantar, cantar, cantar
para llegar a ser
como una sola voz

Fini De Pleurer
Composer(s): G. Aber; M. Kilgore; M. Singleton
Performer(s): Sylvia Vartan



J'ai fini de pleurer mes amours passées
J'ai oublié mes peines puisqu'il a dit "Je t'aime"
Adieu ma peine, quoi qu'il advienne, j'aime
Fini de pleurer

Je n'ai plus de regret, je voudrais chanter
Car je me sens revivre dans la joie qui m'enivre
Et me délivre, je me sens vivre, vivre
Fini de pleurer

J'ai laissé mon chagrin, ça y est j'ai compris
C'est un mal pour un bien, rien n'est jamais fini
J'ai fini de pleurer, j'ai besoin d'aimer
Pour moi tout recommence
Quelle chance, tout recommence, quand je dans, danse
Fini de pleurer

Pour garder cet amour je suis prête à tout
Pour le garder toujours au bonheur je prends goût
J'ai fini de pleurer mes amours passées
J'ai oublié mes peines puisqu'il a dit "Je t'aime"
Adieu ma peine, quoi qu'il advienne, j'aime
Fini de pleurer, fini de pleurer, fini de pleurer

The Changeling
Composer(s): Jim Morrison - John Densmore - Ray Manzarek - Robby Krieger
Performer(s): The Doors



Uh!
Uha!
Gedu!
I live uptown
I live downtown
I live all around
I had money, and I had none
I had money, and I had none
But I never been so broke
That I couldn't leave town
I'm a Changeling
See me change
I'm a Changelin'
See me change
I'm the air you breath
Food you eat
Friends your greet
In the sullen street, wow
See me change
See me change, you
I live uptown
I live downtown
I live all around
I had money, yeah, and I had none
I had money, yeah, and I had none
But I never been so broke
That I couldn't leave town
Well, I'm the air you breath
Food you eat
Friends your greet
In the sullen street, wow
Ew ma!
Uh, ah!
You gotta see me change
See me change
Yeah, I'm leavin' town
On a midnight train
Gotta see me change
Change, change, change
Change, change, change
Change, change, change
Change, change, change
Woa, change, change, change

Cantando No Toro
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque



Sambando na lama de sapato branco, glorioso
Um grande artista tem que dar o tom
Quase rodando, caindo de boca
A voz é rouca mas o mote é bom
Sambando na lama e causando frisson

Mas olha só
Um samba de cócoras em terra de sapo
Sapateando no toró

Cantando e sambando na lama de sapato branco, glorioso
Um grande artista tem que dar lição
Quase rodando, caindo de boca
Mas com um pouco de imaginação
Sambando na lama sem tocar o chão

E o tal ditado, como é?
Festa acabada, músicos a pé
Músicos a pé, músicos a pé
Músicos a pé

Sambando na lama de sapato branco, glorioso
Um grande artista tem fazer fé
Quase rodando, caindo de boca
Aba de touca, jura de mulher
Sambando na lama e passando o boné

Mas olha só
Por fora filó, filó
Por dentro, molambo
Cambaleando no toró

Cantando e sambando na lama de sapato branco, glorioso
Um grande artista tem que dar o que tem e o que não tem
Tocando a bola no segundo tempo
Atrás de tempo, sempre tempo vem
Sambando na lama, amigo, e tudo bem

E o tal ditado, como é?
Festa acabada, músicos a pé
Músicos a pé, músicos a pé
Músicos a pé

Sambando na lama de sapato branco, glorioso
Um grande artista tem que estar feliz
Sambando na lama de salvando o verniz

Mas olha só
Em terra de sapo, sambando de cócoras
Sapateando no toró

Cantando e sambando na lama de sapato branco, glorioso
Um grande artista tem que estar tranchã
Sambando na lama, amigo, até amanhã

E o tal ditado, como é?
Festa acabada, músicos a pé
Músicos a pé, músicos a pé
Músicos a pé

Fingertips, Pt.2
Composer(s): Henry Cosby; Clarence Paul
Performer(s): Little Stevie Wonder; Jonah Jones



Everybody say yeah (yeah!)
Say yeah (yeah!)
Say yeah (yeah!)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!

Just a little bit of sou-ou-ou-ou-oul
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Clap your hands just a little bit louder
Clap your hands just a little bit louder

I know ? yeah
Everybody had a good time
So if you want me to
If you want me to
I'm gonna swing the song, yeah
Just one more time when I come by
Just one more time when I come by
So be advised (?)

(How about it? Let's hear it for him, huh? Little Stevie Wonder
Take a bow, Stevie)

Come on!
Goodbye goodbye
Goodbye goodbye
Goodbye goodbye goodbye
I'm gonna go, yeah
I'm gonna go, yeah
? swingin' from my ?

The Chamber Of 32 Doors
Composer(s): Mike Rutherford - Peter Gabriel - Phil Collins - Steve Hackett - Tony Banks
Performer(s): Genesis



At the top of the stairs, their's hundreds of people
running around to all the doors
They try to find themselves an audience
their deductions need applause

The rich man stands in front of me
The poor man behind my back
They believe they can control the game
but the juggler holds another pack

I need someone to believe in, someone to trust
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust

I'd rather trust a countryman than a townman
You can judge by his eyes, take a look if you can
He'll smile through his guard
Survival trains hard
I'd rather trust a man who works with his hands
He looks at you once, you know he understands
Don't need any shield
When you're out in the field

But down here
I'm so alone with my fear
With everything that I hear
And every single door, that I've walked through
Brings me back here again
I've got to find my own way

The priest and the magician
Singing all the chants that they have ever heard
They're all calling out my name
Even academics, searching printed word

My father to the left of me
My mother to the right
Like everyone else they'er pointing
But nowhere feels quite right

And I need someone to believe in, someone to trust
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust

I'd rather trust a man who doesn't shout what he's found
There's no need to sell if you're homeward bound
If I chose a side
He won't take me for a ride

Back inside
This chamber of so many doors
I've nowhere to hide
I'd give you all of my dreams, if you'd help me
Find a door
That doesn't lead me back again - take me away

Canta, Canta, Canta
Composer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez
Performer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez
and multiple other artists



Te voy a dedicar otra canción
a ver si me devuelves tu cariño
ya vengo de rezar otra oración
a ver si se compone mi destino

Acuerdate que siempre te adoré
no dejes que me pierda en mi pobreza
ya todo lo que tuve se me fue
si tú también te vas me lleva la tristeza
no dejes que me muera por tu amor
si tienes corazón enseñalo y regresa

(Canta, canta, canta
que tu dicha es tanta
que hasta Dios te adora)

canta, canta, canta
palomita blanca
mientras mi alma llora

Si quieres que me arranque el corazón
y pongo junto a ti mis sentimientos
espera a que termine mi canción
tú sabes que yo cumplo un juramente

Acuerdate que siempre te adoré
no dejes que me pierda en mi pobreza
ya todo lo que tuve se me fue
si tú también te vas me lleva la tristeza
no dejes que me muera por tu amor
si tienes corazón enseñalo y regresa

(Canta, canta, canta
que tu dicha es tanta
que hasta Dios te adora)

canta, canta, canta
palomita blanca
mientras mi alma llora

Fingerprint File
Composer(s): Mick Jagger; Keith Richards
Performer(s): The Rolling Stones



Fingerprint file, you get me down 
You keep me running 
Know my way around
Yes, you do, child 
Fingerprint file, you bring me down 
Keep me running 
You keep me on the ground 
Know my moves 
Way ahead of time 
Listening to me 
On your satellite 

Feeling followed 
Feeling tagged 
Crossing water 
Trying to wipe my tracks 

And there's some little jerk in the FBI 
A keepin' papers on me six feet high 
It gets me down, it gets me down, it gets me down 

You better watch out 
On your telephone 
Wrong number 
They know you ain't home 

And there's some little jerk in the FBI 
A keepin' papers on me six feet high 
It gets me down, it gets me down, it gets me down 

Who's the man on the corner; that corner over there 
I don't know
Well, you better lay low
Watch out 

Keep on the look out 
Electric eyes 
Rats on the sell out 
Who gonna testify 
You know my habits 
Way a head of time 
Listening to me 
On your satellite 

And there's some little jerk in the FBI 
A keepin' papers on me six feet high 
It gets me down, it gets me down, it gets me down 
It gets me down 

Hello, baby, mm-hmm 
Ah, yeah, you know we ain't, we ain't talkin' alone 
Who's listening? 
Well I don't really know 
But you better tell the SIS to keep out of sight 
'Cause I know they takin' pictures on the ultraviolet light 
Yes, uh huh, yeah, but these days it's all secrecy; no privacy 
Shoot first, that' s right... you know 
Bye bye
Right now somebody is listening to...... you 
Keeping their eyes peeled...... on you 
Mmm, mmm, what a price, what a price to pay 
All right
Good night, sleep tight

The Chain
Composer(s): Lindsey Buckingham - Stevie Nicks - John McVie - Christine McVie - Mick Fleetwood
First release by: Fleetwood Mac - 1977
Covered by multiple other artists



Listen to the wind blow
Watch the sun rise

Run in the shadows
Damn your love
Damn your lies

And if
You don't love me now
You will never love me again
I can still hear you saying
You would never break the chain

List to the wind blow
Down comes the night

Run in the shadows
Damn your love
Damn your lies

Break the silence
Damn the dark
Damn the light

And if
You don't love me now
You will never love me again
I can still hear you saying
You would never break the chain

Canta Ragazzina
Composer(s): Labati Donida - Iller Pattacini - Claudio Pepperdrini
Performer(s): Bobby Solo; Connie Francis; Mina



Tu sei come me
quando ero un bambino
sei bella e non sai
tutto quello che hai

Canta ragazzina
che il giorno dura solo poche ore
e quando arriva sera puoi scoprire
che il sole se n'è andato e resti tu

Canta ragazzina
e non fermarti a piangere o a pensare
che tanto tutto passa anche l'amore
Ed alla fine resti solo tu
non fare come me
non fare come me
che oramai non vivo più

Un giorno vale una anno
e la vita vale un attimo
ti svegli un mattino
e ti trovi già donna

Canta ragazzina
che il giorno dura solo poche ore
e quando arriva sera puoi scoprire
che il sole se n'è andato e resti tu

Canta ragazzina
e non fermarti a piangere o a pensare
che tanto tutto passa anche l'amore
Ed alla fine resti solo tu
non fare come me
non fare come me
che oramai non vivo più