The Girl From Yesterday
Composer(s): Glenn Frey - Jack Tempchin
Performer(s): Eagles



It wasn't really sad the way they said good-bye
Or maybe it just hurt so bad she couldn't cry
He packed his things, walked out the door and drove away
And she became the girl from yesterday

He took a plane across the sea to some foreign land
She stayed at home and tried so hard to understand
How someone who had been so close could be so far away
And she became the girl from yesterday

She doesn't know what's right
She doesn't know what's wrong
She only knows the pain that comes from waiting so long
And she doesn't count the teardrops
That she's cried while he's away
Because she knows deep in her heart
That he'll be back someday

The light's on in the window; she's waiting by the phone
Talking to a memory that's never coming home
She dreams of his returning and the things that he might say
But she'll always be the girl from yesterday
Yeah, she'll always be the girl from yesterday

Celery Stalks At Midnight
Composer(s): Carl Sigman - Will Bradley - George Harris
Performer(s): Will Bradley & His Orch.
and multiple other artists



Celery stalks at midnight
Lurking in the moonlight
What's this funny nightmare
All about

Celery stalks at midnight
Mounted on their broomsticks
Gliding through the treetops
In and out

It's like a bad dream
A crazy kind of mad dream
Must have been something that I ate
No doubt

Celery stalks at midnight
Lurking in the moonlight
What's this very funny nightmare
All about

Força Estranha
Composer(s): Caetano Veloso
Performer(s): Roberto Carlos;
Brazil Inc.; Gal Costa; Caetano Veloso



Eu vi o menino correndo, eu vi o tempo
Brincando ao redor do caminho daquele menino
Eu pus os meus pés no riacho e acho que nunca os tirei
O sol ainda brilha na estrada e eu nunca passei

Eu vi a mulher preparando outra pessoa
O tempo parou para eu olhar para aquela barriga
A vida é amiga da arte, é a parte que o sol me ensinou
O sol que atravessa essa estrada que nunca passou

Por isso uma força me leva a cantar
Por isso essa força estranha
Por isso é que eu canto, não posso parar
Por isso essa voz tamanha

Eu vi muitos cabelos brancos na fronte do artista
O tempo não pára e no entanto ele nunca envelhece
Aquele que conhece o jogo do fogo, das coisas que são
É o sol, é o tempo, é a estrada, é o pé e é o chão

Eu vi muitos homens brigando, ouvi seus gritos
Estive no fundo de cada vontade encoberta
E a coisa mais certa de todas as coisas não vale um caminho sob o sol
É o sol sobre a estrada, é o sol sobre a estrada, é o sol

Girl From Ipanema Goes To Greenland
Composer(s): Kate Pierson - Keith Strickland - Robert Meriwether Waldrop - Cindy Wilson - Ricky Wilson - Fred Schneider
First release by: The B-52's - 1986



Girl from Ipanema, she goes to Greenland
Girl from Ipanema, she goes to Greenland

Witch doctors are screaming
Nymphs are dreaming
This girl's lost someone
Who is that someone
She's leaving

Girl from Ipanema, she goes to Greenland
Girl from Ipanema, she goes to Greenland

Hot latitudes, cool attitudes
She's leaving
Moon in her mirror
Chasing northern lights
She goes, ahhh

Girl from Ipanema, she goes to Greenland

Remember, wherever you go
There you are

Girl from Ipanema, she goes to Greenland
Girl from Ipanema, she goes to Greenland

Celebration Of The Year
Composer(s): John Pantry
Performer(s): John Pantry; The Fortunes



The celebration of the year, oohooh

There's a time for forgetting all the things that she's done wrong
And the time for regretting the getting along before
When you're standing on your own it's not at all the way you planned
And no-one new is there and see
When you're wishing she come home 'cause she would understand
Then there would be

The celebration of the year, oh my love
The celebration, that my dear, would be ours

But sometimes I get to thinking maybe I was in the wrong
(Maybe I was in the wrong)
And if only I can see you now then we would get along
But I know I'm only dreaming and that I can hope to find
The same girl that I loved before
And that there could only be her to other girls I'm blind
Wish I was sure

The celebration of the year, oh my love
The celebration, that my dear, would be ours

The celebration of the year, oh my love
The celebration, that my dear, would be ours

Forbidden Love
Composer(s): John Elliott; Harold Spina
Performer(s): Teddy Johnson & Pearl Carr



They say your lips can never quite be mine
I mustn't kiss your trembling lips divine
That you must be forbidden love to me
Such sweet forbidden ecstasy to me
It isn't fair to want you as I do
And be denied the loveliness of you
Your haunting eyes have put the stars to shame
Your tender sighs have set my soul aflame
But you're not mine so you must ever be
Forbidden love, forbidden love to me

Your tender sighs have set my soul aflame
But you're not mine so you must ever be
Forbidden love, forbidden love to me

The Girl Can't Help It
Composer(s): Bobby Troup
First release by: Little Richard and His Band - 1956
Covered by multiple other artists



If she walks by the men all stand engrossed
She can't help it, the girl can't help it
If she winks an eye bread slices turn to toast
She can't help it, the girl can't help it
Yes, she's got a lot of what they call the most
She can't help it, the girl can't help it

The girl can't help it if she was born to please
And if she's got a figure made to squeeze
Oh won't you kindly be aware
The girl can't help it

She mesmerizes every mother's son
She can't help it, the girl can't help it
And if she smiles their steak becomes well done
She can't help it, the girl can't help it
She makes grampa feel like twenty-one
She can't help it, the girl can't help it

The girl can't help it if she was born to please
She can't help it, the girl can't help it
And if I go to her on bended knees
She can't help it, the girl can't help it
Oh won't you kindly be aware that I can't help it
Just can't help it
'Cause oh, I'm hopin' obviously
That someday the answer will be
The girl can't help it if she's in love with me

She walks by the men all stand in rows
Yes she winks an eye...
Yes she's got a lot of what they call the most

Well, the girl can't help it if she was born to please
And if she's got a figure made to squeeze
'Cause oh I'm hopin' obviously
That someday the answer will be
The girl can't help it if she's in love with me

Celebration Day
Composer(s): John Paul Jones - Jimmy Page - Robert Plant
First release by: Led Zeppelin - 1970



Her face is cracked from smilin'
All the fears that she's been hidin'
and is seems that pretty soon, everybody's gonna know
And her voice is sore from shoutin'
Cheerin' winners who are losin'
and she wonders if their days are few
and soon they'll have to go

My, my, my, I'm so happy, I'm gonna join the band
We're gonna dance and sing in celebration
We're in the promised land

She hears them talk of new ways to protect the home she lives in
then she wonders what it's all about
when they break down the door
Her name is Brown or White or Black, you know her very well
You hear her cries of "mercy" as the winners toll the bell

My, my, my, I'm so happy, I'm gonna join the band, yeah
We're gonna sing and dance in celebration
A-we're in the promised land

Oh, there is a train that leaves the station
headed for your destination
but the price you pay to nowhere has increased a dollar more
Yes, it has
And if you walk you're gonna get there
although it takes just a little longer
and when you see 'em in the distance
you will wring your hands and moan

Oh, yeah, you'll moan
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you will moan
You're gone, you're gone, you're gone, yeah
You're gone, yeah
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
You are gone, you are gone, my, my, yeah

If you walk, you're gonna get there
although it takes a little longer
and when you see them in the distance
you will wring your hands and moan

Forbidden Love
Composer(s): Steve Allen
Performer(s): Andy Williams



Forbidden love, this love of ours is wrong
A hidden love that cannot last for long
We have no right to happiness like this
So let your tears erase my every kiss
We must forget this love that could not be
Though had we met when both our hearts were free
We might have built a world worth dreaming of
But now goodbye and bless you, my forbidden love

We might have built a world worth dreaming of
But now goodbye and bless you, my forbidden love
But now goodbye and bless you, my forbidden love

The Girl At The Ironing Board
Composer(s): Harry Warren - Al Dubin
Performer(s): Joan Blondell; Busby Berkeley; The Chorines



Many a poor little rich girl is sad
Inside of a palace of gold
She's never known all the dreams that I've had
Her life is completely cold

But a girl who works in a laundry
Has a dream lover all of her own
A lover unseen, whose love she keeps clean
With water and soap, and a washing machine
Oh, she loves to launder his linen
Ev'ry collar and shirt is adored
And she loves all the stitches
In his flannel britches
The girl at the ironing board

Scrub and rub, rub and scrub
We do the neighborhood washing
Scrub and rub in a tub
Rub-a-dub-dub, boop-a-doo!

Just a girl who works in a laundry
Who's in love with a man of her dreams
Her lover unseen, whose clothes she keeps clean
With water and soap, and a washing machine
When she sees a button is missing
She'll replace it of her own accord
As she fondles each sock
She can love him by proxy
The girl at the ironing board

I know a princess somewhere in this land
Who leans o'er a washtub each day
But o'er the washtub her daydreams are grand
Even the soap-suds can't wash them away

But a girl who works in a laundry
Has a dream lover all of her own
A lover unseen, whose love she keeps clean
With water and soap, and a washing machine
Oh, she loves to launder his linen
Ev'ry collar and shirt is adored
And she loves all the stitches
In his flannel britches
The girl at the ironing board

Scrub and rub, rub and scrub
We do the neighborhood washing
Scrub and rub in a tub
Rub-a-dub-dub, boop-a-doo!

Just a girl who works in a laundry
Who's in love with a man of her dreams
Her lover unseen, whose clothes she keeps clean
With water and soap, and a washing machine
When she sees a button is missing
She'll replace it of her own accord
As she fondles each sock
She can love him by proxy
The girl at the ironing board

I know a princess somewhere in this land
Who leans o'er a washtub each day
But o'er the washtub her daydreams are grand
Even the soap-suds can't wash them away

Up in the steam clouds her dream man she sees
A palace around her soon grows
Mangles keep churning out love melodies
Soap suds just smell like the pure eau-de-rose

Celebration
Composer(s): Ronald Bell - Eumir Deodato - James Taylor - Robert Bell -
Robert Mickens - Dennis Thomas - George Brown - Claydes Charles Smith
First release by: Kool & the Gang - 1980
Covered by multiple other artists



Yahoo! This is your celebration
Yahoo! This is your celebration
Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)
Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)
There's a party goin' on right here
A celebration to last throughout the years
So bring your good times, and your laughter too
We gonna celebrate your party with you
Come on now
Celebration
Let's all celebrate and have a good time
Celebration
We gonna celebrate and have a good time
It's time to come together
It's up to you, what's your pleasure
Everyone around the world
Come on!
Yahoo! It's a celebration
Yahoo!
Celebrate good times, come on!
It's a celebration
Celebrate good times, come on!
Let's celebrate
We're gonna have a good time tonight
Let's celebrate, it's all right
We're gonna have a good time tonight
Let's celebrate, it's all right
Baby ...
We're gonna have a good time tonight (Ce-le-bra-tion)
Let's celebrate, it's all right
We're gonna have a good time tonight (Ce-le-bra-tion)
Let's celebrate, it's all right
Yahoo!
Yahoo!
Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)
Celebrate good times, come on!
It's a celebration!
Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)
Come on and celebrate, good times, tonight (Celebrate good times, come on!)
'Cause everything's gonna be all right
Let's celebrate (Celebrate good times, come on)
(Let's celebrate) ... 

Forbidden Games - 1963 (aka Romance Of Love - 2002)
(Adapted from: Romance - 1934)
Composer(s): Narciso Yepes; Marc Lanjean; B. Parker
Performer(s): Miriam Makeba

Titles In Other Languages:
1969 - Le Souvenir
1970 - San Salvador
1975 - Quiero
1977 - Amour Défendu
1983 - Ton Prénom Dans Mon Coeur
2007 - Tu Nombre
2008 - La Ballade Des Jeux Interdits



Though it's forbidden for my arms to hold you
And though it's forbidden, my tears must have told you
That I hold you secretly each time we meet
In these forbidden games that I play

Though it's forbidden in dim, quiet places
To capture the rainbows my aching heart chases
My bittersweet esctasies come to me here
In these forbidden games that I play

Everyone knows you belong to another
Spinning your magic for her and no other
Still, I've been content to be part of this fantasy
Part of this game that I play

Though it's forbidden and you'll love me never
I'll keep my love hidden and love you forever
Through countless eternities you will be mine
In these forbidden games that I play

Everyone knows you belong to another
Spinning your magic for her and no other
Still, I've been content to be part of this fantasy
Part of this game that I play

Though it's forbidden and you'll love me never
I'll keep my love hidden and love you forever
Through countless eternities you will be mine
In these forbidden games that I play
In these forbidden games that I play
In these forbidden games that I play

The Gift You Are
Composer(s): John Denver
Performer(s): John Denver



Imagine a month of sundays
Each one a cloudy day
Imagine the moment the sun came shining through
Imagine that ray of sunshine as you

Remember your darkest hour
With dawn still far away
Remember the way that you longed for morning’s light
And think of yourself as a candle in the night

Make believe this is the first day
Everything all brand new
Make believe that the sun is your own lucky star
And then understand the kind of gift you are

The gift you are
Like the very first breath of spring
The gift you are
All the joy that love can bring
The gift you are
All of our dreams come true
The gift you are
The gift of you

You are the promise of all the ages
You are the prodigal son
You are the vision of prophets and sages
You are the only one

Dream of a bright tomorrow
Know that your dream will come true
Carry your dream in a sparkling crystal jar
Then you will know the kind of gift you are

The gift you are
Like the very first breath of spring
The gift you are
All the joy that love can bring
The gift you are
All of our dreams come true
The gift you are
The gift of you

The gift you are
Like the very first breath of springtime
The gift you are
All the joy that love can bring
The gift you are
All of our dreams come true - yes they do
The gift you are
The gift of you
The gift you are
The gift of you

Celebrate Youth
Composer(s): Rick Springfield
Performer(s): Rick Springfield



I can see the older man
Looking at the younger man
I can see the younger man
Looking at the boy
Other there the older woman
Is looking at the younger woman
I can see the younger woman
Looking at the girl

'Cause every man sees
In the younger man the hope
Every woman sees
In the younger girl the dream
Everybody lives
The pride and passion of the young
From the womb to the tomb
we will remember what it means

So celebrate youth (celebrate)
Those who have it (young ones)
Celebrate youth (celebrate)
Give them sight
The future of the world's in the (celebrate)
Hands of the children (young ones)
So celebrate youth (celebrate)
Teach them right

Look in a child's eye
There's no hate and there's no lie
There's no black and there's no white

I can see the older man
And sometimes in the older man
I still see the young boy
Burning in his eye

And locked up here inside out spirit
Is the child that we are hear it
Some of us will always fear it
And some will heed the cry

So celebrate youth (celebrate)
Those who have it (young ones)
Celebrate youth (celebrate)
Give them sight
The future of the world's in the (celebrate)
Hands of the children (young ones)
So celebrate youth (celebrate)
Teach them right

For Your Precious Love
Composer(s): Arthur Brooks; 
Richard Brooks; Jerry Butler
Performer(s): Jerry Butler & The Impressions



Your precious love means more to me
Than any love could ever be
For when I wanted you
I was so lonely and blue
For That’s what love will do
And darling, I’m so surprised
Oh, When I first realized
That you were fooling me
And darling, they say that our love won’t grow
But I just want to tell them they don’t know
For as long as you’re in love with me
Our love will grow wider
Deeper than any sea
And of all the things that I want
In this whole wide world, is
Just for you to say that you’ll be my girl
Wanting you, I’m so lonely and blue
That’s what love will do

The Ghost Of Tom Joad
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
First release by: Bruce Springsteen - 1995
Covered by multiple other artists



Men walkin' 'long the railroad tracks
Goin' some place, there's no goin' back
Highway Patrol choppers comin' up over the ridge

Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge
Shelter line stretchin' round the corner
Welcome to the new world order
Families sleepin' in their cars in the southwest
No home, no Job, no peace, no rest

The highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sitting down here in the campfire light
Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad

He pulls prayer book out of his sleepin' bag
Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
Waitin' for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass
Got a one way ticket to the promised land
You got a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand
sleeping on a pillow of solid rock
Bathing in the city aqueduct

The highway is alive tonight
Where it's headed everybody knows
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad

Now Tom Said: "Mom, wherever there's a cop beatin' a guy
Wherever a hungry new born baby cries
Where there's a fight 'gainst the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me mom I'll be there
Wherever there's somebody fightin' for a pIace to stand
Or decent job or a helpin' hand
Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be free
Look in their eyes mom you'll see me"

Well the highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sitting down here in the campfire light
Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad 

Celebrate
Composer(s): Garry Bonner - Alan Gordon
First release by: Three Dog Night - 1969



Slippin' away, sittin' on a pillow
Waitin' for night to fall
A girl and a dream, sittin' on a pillow
This is the night to go to the celebrity ball

Satin and lace, isn't it a pity
Didn't find time to call
Ready or not, gonna make it to the city
This is the night to go to the celebrity ball

Dress up tonight, why be lonely?
You'll stay at home and you'll be alone
So why be lonely?
Sittin' alone, sittin' on a pillow
Waitin' to climb the walls
Maybe tonight, depending how your dream goes
She'll open her eyes when he goes to the celebrity ball

Celebrate, celebrate, dance to the music
Celebrate, celebrate, dance to the music
Celebrate, celebrate, dance to the music

For Your Pleasure
Composer(s): Bryan Ferry
Performer(s): Roxy Music; Simple Minds



For your pleasure
In our present state
Part false part true
Like anything
We present ourselves
The words we use tumble
All over your shoulder
Gravel hard and loose
There all night lying
With your dark horse hiding
Abhorring such extremes

You´re rubbing shoulders
With the stars at night
Shining so bright
Getting older
But you´ll wake up soon
And fight
In the morning
Things you worried about
Last night
Will seem lighter
I hope things
Will turn out right
Old man
Through every step a change
You watch me walk away
Tara tara....

The Ghost Of Love
Composer(s): K. St. Lewis
Performer(s): Tavares



The ghost of love keeps hauntin' me
Although you're gone, I can't get free
Just when I think (When I think) I'm over you (I'm over you)
The ghost of love says, "Peek-a-boo"
Peek-a-boo (Peek-a-boo), I see you (I see you)
May all your nights be full of fright and all your days be blue

Ooh... ooh... ooh...

You went away, I met this girl
Night and day she shared my world
Just when I thought I had forgot
That loving spell you weave so well

Suddenly that look comes on my face
And I start starin' way out of space
I know why the girl stopped comin' 'round
The ghost of love has done run her out of town

The ghost of love keeps hauntin' me
Although you're gone, I can't get free
Just when I think (When I think) I'm over you (I'm over you)
The ghost of love says, "Peek-a-boo"
Peek-a-boo (Peek-a-boo), I see you (I see you)
May all your nights be full of fright and all your days be blue

Ooh... ooh... ooh...

Your love has died, but mine won't rest
This feelin' for you is jumpin' in my chest
No one else can fill the bill
I'll wait for your return and pray that you will

'Round about the midnight hour
I start to feel your lovin' power
Right away I'm tossin' in my sleep
Daybreak finds me wrapped up in my sheets

The ghost of love (Ghost of love)
Is haunting me {Is haunting me} (Haunting me)

Ooh... ooh... ooh...
Ooh... ooh... ooh...
Ooh... ooh... ooh...
Ooh... ooh... 

The ghost of love (Ghost of love) keeps haunting me (Haunting me)
Although you're gone (Although you're gone), I can't get free (Can't get free)
Just when I think (When I think) I'm over you (I'm over you)
The ghost of love (Ghost of love) says, "Peek-a-boo"

The ghost of love (Ghost of love) keeps haunting me (Haunting me)
Although you're gone (Ghost of love), I can't get free
Just when I think (When I think) I'm over you (I'm over you)
The ghost of love (Ghost of love)

Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh (The ghost of love)
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, woo (Keeps haunting me)
Ooh, woo

Peek-a-boo (Peek-a-boo), I see you (I see you)
May all your nights be full of fright
Peek-a-boo (Peek-a-boo), I see you (I see you)
And all your days be blue

The ghost of love {Ghost of love} (Ghost of love)
Is haunting me (Hauntin' me) {Haunting me} [Haunting me], oh...

Can't get no sleep, wrapped up in my sheets
Full Of fright every night
That lovin' spell
You weave so well

Peek-a-boo (Peek-a-boo), I see you (I see you)
May all your nights be full of fright
Peek-a-boo (Peek-a-boo), I see you (I see you)
And all your days be blue

The ghost of love {Ghost of love} (Ghost of love)
Is haunting me (Is haunting me) {Haunting me} [Haunting me] {Haunting me}, hey...

The ghost of love is hauntin' me
Although you're gone, I can't get free
Just when I think I'm over
The ghost of love says, "Peek-peek-a-boo"

Peek-a-boo (Peek-a-boo), I see you (I see you)
Peek-a-boo (Peek-a-boo), I see you (I see you)
Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho

The ghost of love (Ghost of love)
Is haunting me (Haunting me) {Haunting me}

Cecilia En La Ciudad
Performer(s): Víctor Heredia



Como una flor sobre el oscuro andén
con su valija y su tapado azul
Cecilia está clavada en su estupor
sin entender que pasa alrededor
Recién llegó, ha bajado del tren
y qué distinto a su provincia es
este gigante de piedra y metal
Cecilia tiembla y casi va a llorar
Y en su corazón
se marchita el sol
de aquella ilusión
que la hizo viajar
Y Cecilia irá
por la gran ciudad
un fantasma gris
que quiere vivir
Y buscará trabajo en una agencia de colocación
será sirvienta en una casa de familia bien
y tendrá un cuarto sin ventanas en una pensión
Y alguna vez, cansada de tanto soñar
hará pedazos su ilusión y venderá su amor
Y colgará el pared la foto de un galán
y nunca un beso enamorado rozará su piel
y escribirá a su casa y les dirá que todo va bien
Y alguna vez cansada de tanto soñar
hará pedazos su ilusión y venderá su amor
Cecilia...