The Last Worthless Evening
Composer(s): Don Henley - John Corey - Stan Lynch
Performer(s): Don Henley



I know you broke up with him
And your heart's still on the shelf
It's been over two years for me
And I'm still not quite myself
You can't be with someone new
And you can't go back to him
You're beginning to realize
That it's sink or swim

I see you around sometimes
And my heart just melts
You're lookin' like if you had your wish
You'd be somewhere else
And it just breaks my heart
To see you here this way
Someday I'll get the nerve
To walk up to you and say

This is the last worthless evening
That you'll have to spend
Just gimme a chance
To show you how to love again
This is the last worthless evening
That you'll have to spend
'Cause I'll be there
When your broken heart is on the mend

Every night it's the same old crowd in smokey rooms
You catch a faint glimpse of love sometimes
But it never blooms
I've been around this block a time or two
And I've made some big mistakes
But girl I promise you, I promise you

This is the last worthless evening
That you'll have to spend
Just gimme a chance
To show you how to love again
This is the last worthless evening that you'll have to spend
'Cause it won't be long
'Till your little heart is on the mend

People inside their houses with the shades pulled down
God knows, we could use some romance in this sleepy bedroom town
I know you're still afraid to rush into anything
But there're just so many summers
And just so many springs

And this is the last worthless evening
That you'll have to spend, baby
Just gimme a chance, gimme a chance
To show you love again
This is the last worthless evening
That you'll have to spend 'cause it won't be long
'Til your little heart is on the mend

That you'll have to spend
Just gimme a chance to show you how to love again
This is the last worthless evening
That you'll have to spend 'cause it won't be long
'Til your little heart is on the mend

D.i.s.c.o.
Composer(s): Daniel Vangarde - Jean Kluger
Performer(s): Ottawan



D - i - s - c - o 
D - i - s - c - o
D - i - s - c - o
D - i - s - c - o
D - i - s - c - o
D - i - s - c - o
D - i - s - c - o
D - i - s - c - o
Elle est disco 
Elle est disco 
Elle est disco 
Elle est disco 

Elle est D
Démoniaque
Elle est I
Hystérique
Elle est S
Satanique
Elle est C
C'est pas possible
Elle est O ooooooooooooooooooooo

Elle est D
Désirable
Elle est I
Irrésistible
Elle est S
Super sexy
Elle est C
C'est formidable
Elle est O ooooooooooooooooooooo

Refrain

Elle est D
Délirante
Elle est I
Immorale
Elle est S
Suffisante
Elle est C
C'est terrible
Elle est O ooooooooooooooooooooo

Elle est D
D douce douce
Elle est I
Hyper belle
Elle est S
Super simple
Elle est C
C'est un rêve
Elle est O ooooooooooooooooooooo

(…)

Elle est D
Démoniaque
Elle est I
Hystérique
Elle est S
Satanique
Elle est C
C'est pas possible
Elle est O ooooooooooooooooooooo

Elle est D
Désirable
Elle est I
Irrésistible
Elle est S
Super sexy
Elle est C
C'est formidable
Elle est O ooooooooooooooooooooo

Refrain

Fugue For Tinhors
Composer(s): Frank Loesser
Performer(s): Stubby Kaye Quintet;
and various other artists



Nicely:
I got the horse right here
The name is Paul Revere
And here's a guy that says if the weather's clear
Can do, can do
This guy says the horse can do
If he says the horse can do
Can do, can do

For Paul Revere I'll bite
I hear his foot's all right
Of course it all depends if it rained last night
Likes mud, likes mud
This "X" means the horse likes mud
If that means the horse like mud
Likes mud, likes mud

I tell you Paul Revere
Now this is no bum steer
It's from a handicapper that's real sincere
Can do, can do
This guy says the horse can do
If he says the horse can do
Can do, can do
Paul Revere
I got the horse right here

Benny:
I'm pickin' Valentine
`Cause on the morning line
The guy has got him figured at five to nine
Has chance, has chance
This guy says the horse has chance
If he says the horse has chance
Has chance, has chance

I know it's Valentine
The morning works look fine
Besides, the jockey's brother's a friend of mine
Needs race, needs race
This guy says the horse needs race
If he says the horse needs race
Needs race, needs race

I go for Valentine
`Cause on the morning line
The guy has got him figured at five to nine
Has chance, has chance
This guy says the horse has chance
Valentine!
I got the horse right here

Rusty Charlie:
But look at Epitaph
He wins it by a half
According to this here in the Telegraph
Big threat, big threat
This guy calls the horse big threat
If he calls the horse big threat
Big threat, big threat

And just a minute, boys
I got the feed box noise
It says the great-grandfather was Equipoise
Shows class, shows class
This guy says the horse shows class
If he says the horse shows class
Shows class, shows class

So make it Epitaph
He wins it by half
According to this here in the Telegraph
Epitaph!
I got the horse right here!

Last Word In Lonesome Is Me 
Composer(s): Eddy Arnold
Performer(s): Eddy Arnold



The last word in lonesome is me 
The last word in lonesome is me 
My heart is as lonely as a heart can be lonely 
The last word in lonesome is me 

Too bad what's happened to our good love 
Too bad what's happened to our good love 
Sometimes our best isn't quite good enough 
And the last word in lonesome is me 

The last word in lonesome is me 
The last word in lonesome is me 
My heart is as lonely as a heart can be lonely 
The last word in lonesome is me 

Life is a desert and love quenches thirst 
Life is a desert and love quenches thirst 
We all have to hurt sometime this is my first time 
The last word in lonesome is me 

The last word in lonesome is me 
The last word in lonesome is me 
My heart is as lonely as a heart can be lonely 
The last word in lonesome is me 

Chante... Comme Si Tu Devais Mourir Demain
((Swedish Verion: Låt Oss Sjunga (Agneta Munther) - 1975))
Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë - Michel Fugain
First release by: Michel Fugain - 1974



Chante la vie chante
Comme si tu devais mourir demain
Chante comme si plus rien n'avait d'importance
Chante, oui chante
Aime la vie aime
Comm' un voyou comm' un fou comm' un chien
Comme si c'était ta dernière chance
Chante oui chante
Tu peux partir quand tu veux
Et tu peux dormir où tu veux
Rêver d'une fille
Prendre la Bastille
Ou claquer ton fric au jeu
Mais n'oublie pas

Chante la vie chante
Comme si tu devais mourir demain
Chante comme si plus rien n'avait d'importance
Chante, oui chante
Fête fais la fête
Pour un amour un ami ou un rien
Pour oublier qu'il pleut sur tes vacances
Chante oui chante
Et tu verras que c'est bon
De laisser tomber sa raison
Sors par les fenêtres
Marche sur la tête
Pour changer les traditions
Mais n'oublie pas

Chante la vie chante
Comme si tu devais mourir demain
Chante comme si plus rien n'avait d'importance
Chante, oui chante
La la la....

Fuga En Tabu
Performer(s): Fito Paez



Yo no elegí y no quiero 
yo no elegí y no quiero 
Quiero salir y no puedo 
quiero salir y no puedo 
Lejos de aquí hay un fuego 
lejos de aquí hay un fuego 
Si hay que brillar, brillaremos 
Si hay que acabar, acabemos 
Yo soy de aquí y del cielo 
yo soy de aquí y del cielo 
Dime que sí y lo haremos 
dime que sí y lo haremos 
Si hay que brillar, brillaremos 
Si hay que acabar acabemos

The Last Wall Of The Castle
Composer(s): Jorma Kaukonen
Performer(s): Jefferson Airplane



Gone swirling tears came she went today
Down Fallen years go by
No place in learning how to cry; I went astray
Understanding is a virtue, hard to come by
You can teach me how to love
If you'll only try 
So please!
Don't give up so soon

Sorry that I hurt her I went astray
Hurt her mind and broke her heart
But there's no stopping once you start; she went away
Understanding is a virtue, hard to come by
You can teach me how to love
If you'll only try 
So please!
Don't give up so soon

I never knew you the way you are
The Blinded bird is not sincere
His flying's done from only fear, he's lost his star
Understanding is a virtue, hard to come by
You can teach me how to love
If you'll only try 
So please!
Don't give up so soon...

Chant No. 1
Composer(s): Gary Kemp
Performer(s): Spandau Ballet



I checked the time, it was almost time
a curious smell,an intangible crime
I'm washing my clothes,but the stain still grows
cover your eyes,the stain still shows

I feel the gaze against my skin
I feel the gaze against my skin
I know this feeling is a lie
I know this feeling is a lie
there's a guilt within my mind
there's a guilt within my mind 
I know this feeling is a lie
I know this feeling is a lie

I don't need this pressure on

oh I should question not ignore
oh I should question not ignore
songs are always buried deep
songs are always buried deep

there's a lion in my arms
there is a motion in my arm
oh I should question not ignore
I should believe and not ignore

I don't need this pressure on
you go down,down
pass the talk of town
you go down greek street
then it's underground
well it's Soho life
for this mobile knife
it's the place to shoot
Friday night Beat Route

Fuego
Composer(s): J.M. Gallardo
Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo



Fuego, mi corazón es fuego
todo gira alrededor de ti
Fuego, todo mi cuerpo es fuego
esta tarde vendrás a verme aquí
Sólo es cuestión, un par de horas más
tiemblo de amor, y siento que al verte moriré
Puse, la música más bella
y el perfume, que a ti te gusta más
Tengo, el vino en la nevera
y la cena, apunto de acabar
Miro el reloj, pronto llegarás
te esperaré, y haremos de nuevo el amor
Pronto, te tocarán mis dedos
y mi boca, te besará otra vez
Quiero, sentir como suspiras
en mis brazos, hasta el amanecer
Suenan las diez, estás tardando ya
que ocurrirá, si habíamos quedado a las seis
Tiemblo al oír, el teléfono llamar
suena tu voz, me dices que no podrás venir
Oh, no

The Last Two Weeks In July
Composer(s): Abel Baer - Sam. M. Lewis
Performer(s): Artie Shaw & Helen Forrest



The last two weeks in July
Our vacation brought us together
Though we did have some rainy weather
Those two weeks simply flew by

When hearts are high in the sky
There’s so much joy to remember
That it’s hard to think of December
The last two weeks in July

We spent fourteen days up in Heaven
And when we were ready to part
You packed all your things in your handbag
Including my heart

Until the coming July
I’ll just watch the calendar turning
Hoping you will get the same yearning
The last two weeks in July

Chant Down Babylon
Composer(s): Bob Marley
First release by: Bob Marley & The Wailers - 1983
Covered by multiple other artists



Come we go burn down Babylon one more time
(Come we go burn down Babylon one more time)
Come we go chant down Babylon one more time
(Come we go chant down Babylon)
For them soft! Yes, them soft! (ah-yoy!)
Them soft! Yes, them soft! (ah-yoy!)
So come we go chant down Babylon one more time
(Come we go chant down Babylon)!

Men see their dreams and aspiration-a
Crumble in front of their face
And all of their wicked intention
To destroy the human race

And how I know - and how I know - and that's how I know
A Reggae Music, mek we chant down Babylon
With music, mek we chant down Babylon
This music, mek we chant down Babylon
This music, come we chant down Babylon

Come we go chant down Babylon one more time
(Come we go chant down Babylon one more time)
Come we go chant down Babylon one more time
(Come we go chant down Babylon)
For them soft! Yes, them soft! (ah-yoy!)
Them soft! Me say, Them soft! (ah-yoy!)
So come we go chant down Babylon one more time
(Come we go chant down Babylon)!

Me say, Music you're - music you're the key
Talk to who? Please talk to me
Bring the voice of - of the Rastaman
Communicating to - 'cating to everyone

How I (know) - how I know, how I (know) - how I know 
And that's how I know
A Reggae Music, chant down - chant down - chant down Babylon
Chant down Babylon, chant down Babylon
Chant down Babylon!
Reggae Music, chant down Babylon!
Reggae Music, chant down Babylon!
Reggae Music, chant down Babylon!
Reggae Music! (chant down Babylon)

Fue En Un Cafe
English Title: Under The Boardwalk
Composer(s): Arthur Resnick; Kenny Young
Performer(s): Los Apson;
and various other artists



Cuando yo recuerdo que una vez la abandone
yo me pongo a llorar y no se que hacer para olvidar
oh yo no se que voy a hacer
su ausencia me mata y yo no puedo volver

(fue en un cafe) donde yo la deje 
(fue en un cafe) donde la abandone 
(fue en un cafe) donde la vi llorar 
(fue en un cafe) y no quise escuchar 
(fue en un cafe e e)

Cuando yo recuerdo que una vez me engaño
el dolor me hace ver que al dejarla yo tuve razón
oh yo no se que voy a hacer
su ausencia me mata y yo no puedo volver

(fue en un cafe) donde yo la deje 
(fue en un cafe) donde la abandone 
(fue en un cafe) donde la vi llorar 
(fue en un cafe) y no quise escuchar 
(fue en un cafe e e)

(fue en un cafe) donde yo la deje 
(fue en un cafe) donde la abandone 
(fue en un cafe) donde la vi llorar 
(fue en un cafe) y no quise escuchar 
(fue en un cafe e e)

The Last Time I Saw You
Composer(s): Marjorie Goetschius - Edna Osser
Performer(s): Doris Day
and multiple other artists



Was the last time I saw you the last time?
Or can I hope to hold you once more?
What about me could have made you doubt me
Want to live without me, loving me no more?
From the first time I saw you, I loved you
And to me darling you were romance
Was the last time I saw you the last time?
Or will you give love one more chance?

From the first time I saw you, I loved you
And to me darling you were romance
Was the last time I saw you the last time?
Or will you give love one more chance?

Chanson Inachevée
Composer(s): Michel Rivgauche - Pascal Sevran
Performer(s): Dalida



Mesdames, messieurs regardez-moi
J'ai dans les yeux un cinéma
Mesdames, messieurs n'ayez pas peur
Ce n'est rien qu'une histoire de cœur
Elle n'est pas très originale
Je le sais mais ça m'est égal
Et puis même si ça finit mal
Pour moi l'amour c'est capital
Et tout au fond de ma mémoire
Comme un vieux film du passé
J'ai revu ceux qui m'ont fait croire
Que ça pouvait durer l'éternité

Entre l'amour de la chanson
Et la chanson de mes amours
La vie m'a joué quarante cinq tours
Et j'ai au couer quelques sillons
Quand j'ai aimé la première fois
Pour le grand soir de ma première
Y avait que lui y avait que moi
Et au parterre y avait la terre

Solitude
Dès que mes yeux s'entrouvrent
Solitude
Comme un tome découvre...
"Je ne sais plus où je suis"

Fue Amor
Composer(s): Fito Paez
Performer(s): Fito Paez; Fabiana Cantilo



Yo podría haberlo hecho mejor
vos podrías acercarte a mi
to intuia que esto mi amor
se rompia y esto es siempre así

La verdad es que todo fue
tan extraño, tan extraño al fin
vos buscando el polvo de Dios
ya bebía para irme de aquí

Cada vez que pienso en vos
fue amor, fue amor

Todo el mundo me habla de vos
y no puedo dejar de reír
lo que haces y a donde vas
de tu depto siempre a Prix D'ami

No esta bien romper un corazón
es aquí que nos toco vivir
enredados en los cables de Entel
de algún sueño vamos a salir

Como siempre vuelvo a ensayar
y los pibes siempre están ahí
hay un boomerang en la city mi amor
todo vuelve como vos decís

Cada vez que pienso en vos
fue amor, fue amor

The Last Time I Saw Richard
Composer(s): Joni Mitchell
Performer(s): Joni Mitchell



The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in sixty-eight
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday
Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe
You laugh, he said you think you're immune
Go look at your eyes, they're full of moon
You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you
All those pretty lies, pretty lies
When you gonna realise they're only pretty lies
Only pretty lies, just pretty lies

He put a quarter in the Wurlitzer, and he pushed
Three buttons and the thing began to whirr
And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie
And she said, "Drink up now it's gettin' on time to close"
"Richard, you haven't really changed", I said
It's just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head
You got tombs in your eyes, but the songs
You punched are dreaming
Listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so sweet
When you gonna get yourself back on your feet?
Oh and love can be so sweet, love so sweet

Richard got married to a figure skater
And he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator
And he drinks at home now most nights with the TV on
And all the house lights left up bright
I'm gonna blow this damn candle out
I don't want Nobody comin' over to my table
I got nothing to talk to anybody about
All good dreamers pass this way some day
Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes
Dark cafes
Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings
And fly away
Only a phase, these dark cafe days

Chansonnette À Celle Qui Reste Pucelle
Composer(s): Georges Brassens - Jean Bertola
Performer(s): Maxime le Forestier; Georges Brassens



Jadis la mineure
Perdait son honneur
Au moindre faux pas
Ces mœurs n'ont plus cours de
Nos jours c'est la gourde
Qui ne le fait pas

Toute ton école
Petite, rigole
Qu'encore à seize ans
Tu sois vierge et sage
Fidèle à l'usage
Caduc à présent

Malgré les exemples
De gosses, plus ample
Informé que toi
Et qu'on dépucelle
Avec leur crécelle
Au bout de leurs doigts

Chacun te brocarde
De ce que tu gardes
Ta fleur d'oranger
Pour la bonne cause
Et chacune glose
Sur tes préjugés

Et tu sers de cible
Mais reste insensible
Aux propos moqueurs
Aux traits à la gomme
Comporte-toi comme
Te le dit ton cœur

Quoi que l'on raconte
Y a pas plus de honte
À se refuser
Ni plus de mérite
D'ailleurs, ma petite
Qu'à se faire baiser

Facultatifs
Certes, si te presse
La soif de caresses
Cours, saute avec les
Vénus de Panurge
Va, mais si rien n'urge
Faut pas t'emballer

Mais si tu succombes
Sache surtout qu'on peut
Être passée par
Onze mille verges
Et demeurer vierge
Paradoxe à part

Fuckin' Life
Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers



Merde quelle sale banlieue ce soir
Pas un endroit un hall de gare
Tout est lourd et tout est blafard
Le christ glacé comme un rasoir
Gardien de nuit avec casquette
Berger allemand sur la moquette
Pas moyen d'expliquer mon spleen
A une fille chaude blonde platine
Un peu de bouffe un peu de douceur
Un baiser tendre comme une fleur
J'suis pas un dur baroudeur
J'suis un largué un voyageur
Tiens v'là la ronde de la police
S'ils restent là j'suis complice
Un seul endroit pour me planquer
L'église qui ressemble à une fusée
Un christ coupé au chalumeau
Plein de boulons et de copeaux
Le froid qui grince le froid qui glisse
Dans les lainages de chez Levi's
Fait claquer mes dents et mes os
Et la faim me tord les boyaux
Si un mec promenait son fox
J'lui ferai la peau pour un viandox
Si j'braque un mec pour la mémo
Sûr c'est deux piges dans le frigo
On s'fait des rélations d'enfer
On s'fait mettre par les grands frères
On apprend le jeu et le vice
Et on finit dans la milice
Tout est lourd et tout est blafard
Le christ glacé comme un rasoir
Dans la fusée la blonde platine
Met de la soie dans ses bottines
J'me suis fait mordre par le fox
Du mec qui vendait les viandox

Last Time I Saw Her
Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot
Performer(s): Gordon Lightfoot; Glen Campbell



The last time I saw her face, her eyes were bathed in starlight and her hair hung long
The last time she spoke to me, her lips were like the scented flowers inside a rain-drenched forest
But that was so long ago that I can scarcely feel the way I felt before
And if time could heal the wounds, I would tear the threads away that I might bleed some more

The last time I walked with her
Her laughter was the steeple bells
That ring to greet the morning sun
A voice that called to everyone
To love the ground she walked upon
Those were good day

The last time I held her hand, her touch was autumn, spring and summer, and winter too
The last time I let go of her, she walked a way into the night
I lost her in the misty streets, a thousand months, a thousand miles
When other lips will kiss her eyes
A million miles beyond the moon, that's where she is

But that was so long ago that I can scarcely feel the way I felt before
And if time could heal the wounds, I would tear the threads away that I might bleed some more
The last time I saw her face, her eyes were bathed in starlight and she walked alone

The last time she kissed my cheek
Her lips were like the wilted leaves
Upon the autumn covered hills
Resting on the frozen ground
The seeds of love lie cold and still
Beneath a battered marking stone
It lies forgotten

Chanson Triste
Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë - Claude Lemesle
Performer(s): Joe Dassin



Devant sa page blanche un musicien commence
Une valse triste, c'est pas toujours gai les artistes
Il chante pour lui-même les notes qui lui viennent
Comme un vent d'automne, c'est pas toujours gai la Pologne

Sa chanson, son chagrin l'a volée au piano
Et elle tourne sur ta stéréo
Dans la nuit quand tu as le cœur gros
Sa chanson, c'est l'adieu qu'il n'a pas su lui dire
Une musique pour se souvenir, se souvenir...

Le soleil se rallume, il a usé sa plume
Sur sa valse triste, ça dort pas souvent, les artistes
Qu'importe qui tu aimes, les adieux sont les mêmes
Et le vent d'automne va bien plus loin que la Pologne

Sa chanson, il l'a faite sans savoir comment
C'est peut-être son cœur qu'on entend
Quand un autre la chante en passant
Sa chanson, c'est l'adieu qu'il n'a pas su lui dire
Une musique pour se souvenir, se souvenir...

Devant sa page blanche un musicien commence
Une valse triste, c'est pas toujours gai les artistes
Il chante pour lui-même les notes qui lui viennent
Comme un vent d'automne, c'est pas toujours gai la Pologne