The Mountain's High
((French Version: Non Ne Lui Dis Pas (Les Chaussettes Noires) - 1962))
Composer(s): Dick St. John
First release by: Dick and Deedee - 1961



The mountain's high and the valley's so deep
Can't get across to the other side
Don't you give up baby, don't you cry
Don't you give up til I reach the other side
I was lonely baby, I couldn't sleep
The night they tood you from my side
I was a lonely soul until you became my goal
And then I saw the spark of love
And then the stars fell from up above, oh yeah
I know someday we will meet again
But I don't k ow exactly where or when
But baby, if fate has its way
We'll meet again some other day

Christine Sixteen
Composer(s): Gene Simmons
First release by: Kiss - 1977
Covered by multiple other artists



She's got me dizzy, she sees me through to the end
She's got me in her hands and there's no use in pretending
Christine sixteen, Christine sixteen
She drives me crazy, I want to give her all I've got
And she's hot every day and night, there is no doubt about it
Christine sixteen, Christine sixteen
I don't usually say things like this to girls your age
but when I saw you coming out of the school that day
that day I knew, I knew, I've got to have you, I've got to have you
She's' been around, but she's young and clean
I've got to have her, can't live without her, whoo no
Christine sixteen, Christine sixteen
Christine, Christine, sixteen, sixteen
Christine, yeah, yeah
So clean, Christine, sixteen, sixteen
Christine, yeah, Christine, yeah, yeah
Christine, Christine, sixteen, sixteen
Christine, yeah, Christine, yeah, yeah
Christine, Christine, sixteen, sixteen
Christine, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Christine, Christine, sixteen, sixteen
Christine, yeah, yeah, yeah
Christine, Christine, sixteen, sixteen
Christine, yeah, yeah, yeah
Christine, Christine, sixteen, sixteen, Christine, yeah, yeah
Christine, Christine, sixteen, sixteen
Christine, yeah, yeah, yeah  

Redneck Girl
Composer(s): David Bellamy
Performer(s): The Bellamy Brothers



A redneck girl likes to cruise in Daddy's pickup truck
And a redneck girl plays her heart 
when she's down on her luck
Livin' for Friday afternoon
She's gonna show some ole boy that weekend moon

And I pray that someday I will find me a redneck girl
A redneck girl likes to stay out all night long
She makes sweet rock 'n roll while she listens to the
She's waiting for that molent of surrender
Her hands are callous, but her heart is tender

And I pray that someday I will find me a redneck girl
Give me a, give me a, give me a redneck girl
Give me a, give me a, give me a redneck girl

Give me a, give me a, give me a redneck girl
Give me a, give me a, give me a redneck girl
A redneck girl's got her name on the back of her belt
She got a kiss on the lips for her man and nobody else
A coyote's howling out on the prairie
First comes love, then comes marriage

And I pray that someday I will find me a redneck girl
Yeah give me a, give me a, give me a redneck girl
Give me a, give me a, give me a redneck girl
Give me a, give me a, give me a redneck girl

Non Ne Lui Dis Pas
((Adapted from: The Mountain's High (Dick and Deedee) - 1961))
Composer(s): Dick St. John - Ralph Bernet - Danyel Gerard
Performer(s): Les Chaussettes Noires - 1962



Yééééé...
Ne lui dis pas
Qu'il sera tout pour toi
A ces mots là
Tu vois, il n'y croit pas
Non, ne lui dis rien
Prends ma main
Non, ne lui dis rien
C'est très bien
Oublie tes serments
Dans ses bras
C'est comme du printemps
Tu verras
La vie se rit des mots
Quand l'amour frappe au carreau
Quand l'amour, un jour survient
Parler ne sert à rien
Non, ne lui dis pas
Ne lui dis pas
Qu'il sera tout pour toi
A ces mots là
Tu vois, il n'y croit pas
Un garçon viendra
Pour t'enlacer
Et tu le suivras
Il le sait...
Ne lui dis pas
Qu'il sera tout pour toi
A ces mots là
Tu vois, il n'y croit pas...
Ho, ho, ho, ho, hoooo
Ho, ho, ho, ho, hoooo

Christine
Composer(s): Will Ferdy
First release by: Will Ferdy - 1966



Ik heb je weer ontmoet, Christine
Na al die lange dagen
Maar deed het ons wel goed, Christine
Dat wij ons weder zagen

We hebben niets gezegd, Christine
Alleen wat dwaze woorden
Gezocht en onoprecht, Christine
Die er niet bij behoorden

Ik heb je niet herkend, ging dan je fierheid wijken
Je dierf me zelfs niet één moment in het gelaat te kijken
Waar is dat licht nu heen dat eens je blik deed leven
En waarom kan je mond alleen van bitterheid nog beven

Je hebt me niet gemist, Christine
Heb je me voorgelogen
Maar daar ik beter wist, Christine
Heeft mij dat niet bewogen

Ook jij denkt aan die tijd, Christine
Dat wij elkander zochten
Die wondermooie tijd, Christine
Die wij eens kennen mochten

Maar jij hebt steeds verwacht dat ik voor jou zou leven
En daarbij heb je nooit gedacht iets van jezelf te geven
Ik weet je voelt nu spijt en angst is je aan 't kwellen
Omdat je in je eenzaamheid het zonder mij moet stellen

Wij hadden geen geluk, Christine
Want onze liefdesbanden
Ze sprongen schrijnend stuk, Christine
We staan met lege handen

Maar nu is het te laat, Christine
Ik kan niet herbeginnen
Denk niet dat ik je haat, Christine
Maar 'k ben te leeg vanbinnen

Vaarwel, Christine
Vaarwel, Christine
Vaarwel, Christine

Red-Headed Stranger
Composer(s): Edith Lindeman; Carl Stutz
Performer(s): Willie Nelson; 
and various other artists



The red-headed stranger from Blue Rock, Montana
Rode into town one day
And under his knees was a ragin' black stallion
And walkin' behind was a bay
The red-headed stranger had eyes like the thunder
And his lips, they were sad and tight
His little lost love lay asleep on the hillside
And his heart was heavy as night
Don't cross him, don't boss him
He's wild in his sorrow
He's ridin' an' hidin his pain
Don't fight him, don't spite him
Just wait till tomorrow
Maybe he'll ride on again

A yellow-haired lady leaned out of her window
An' watched as he passed her way
She drew back in fear at the sight of the stallion
But cast greedy eyes on the bay
But how could she know that this dancin' bay pony
Meant more to him than life
For this was the horse that his little lost darlin'
Had ridden when she was his wife

Don't cross him, don't boss him
He's wild in his sorrow
He's ridin' an' hidin his pain
Don't fight him, don't spite him
Just wait till tomorrow
Maybe he'll ride on again

The yellow-haired lady came down to the tavern
An' looked up the stranger there
He bought her a drink, an' he gave her some money
He just didn't seem to care
She followed him out as he saddled his stallion
An' laughed as she grabbed at the bay
He shot her so quick, they had no time to warn her
She never heard anyone say

"Don't cross him, don't boss him
"He's wild in his sorrow
"He's ridin' an' hidin his pain
"Don't fight him, don't spite him
"Just wait till tomorrow
"Maybe he'll ride on again"

The yellow-haired lady was buried at sunset
The stranger went free, of course
For you can't hang a man for killin' a woman
Who's tryin' to steal your horse
Tthis is the tale of the red headed stranger
And if he should pass your way
Stay out of the path of the ragin' black stallion
And don't lay a hand on the bay

Don't cross him, don't boss him
He's wild in his sorrow
He's ridin' an' hidin his pain
Don't fight him, don't spite him
Just wait till tomorrow
Maybe he'll ride on again

The Motorcycle Song
Composer(s): Arlo Guthrie
Performer(s): Arlo Guthrie



I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcy... cle

It was late last night the other day
I thought I'd go up and see Ray
So l went up and I saw Ray
There was only one thing Ray could say, was

I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcy... cle

This song is about the time that I was ridin' my motorcycle
Going down a mountain road, at 150 miles an hour, playin' my guitar 
On one side of the mountain road there was a mountain, and on the other side there was nothin' - there was a cliff in the air

Now, when you're going down a mountain road at 150 miles an hour you gotta be very careful, especially if you're playin' a guitar 
Especially if that guitar is an acoustic guitar
Because if it's an acoustic guitar, the wind pressure is greater on the box side than on the neck side, because there's more guitar on the box side 
I wasn't payin' attention...

Luckily I didn't go into the mountain - I went over the cliff
I was goin' at 150 miles an hour sideways and 500 feet down at the same time

I knew it was the end 
I looked down, I said ''Wow! Some trip" 
I thought it... well I knew it was... 
I knew it was my last trip, and in my last remaining seconds in world, I decided to write one last farewell song to the world

Put a new ink cartridge in my pen 
Took out a piece of paper
I sat back and I thought awhile 
Then I started writin'
I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle

And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcy... cle"

I knew that, it wasn't the best song l ever wrote, but I didn't have time to change it 
I was comin' down mighty fast

But as you all know, and as fate would have it, I didn't die 
I landed on the top of a police car
And he died 
I drove away on the road that he was on 
I came into town at a screamin' 175 miles an hour, playin' the motorcycle song

I came into town, I jumped off my bike, the bike went around the corner by itself, went up on the stand by itself, turned itself off

I walked over to my friend 
He was standin' there eatin' pickles 
I said "Hi, what's happenin'?" 
He looked at me in the eye and said "Nothin'"

You gotta sing it with that kind of enthusiasm 
Like you just squashed a cop...

I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcy... cle

Christiansen
Composer(s): Jacques Datin - Maurice Vidalin
Performer(s): France Gall



Il était venu de son pays de neige
Tout droit vers le Sud, sans presque s'arrêter
Mon Dieu que c'est loin, que c'est loin de la Norvège
La Méditerranée

C'était ses yeux verts, et c'était sa guitare
Qui avaient payé ce voyage de fou
Quand il en jouait, en lui offrait à boire
On lui donnait des sous

Christiansen
Il savait quelques mots de mauvais français
Christiansen
Il savait quelques mots de mauvais anglais
Et pourtant, je comprenais bien
Même quand il ne disait rien
Christiansen

Le jour où j'irai le rejoindre en Norvège
Je reconnaîtrai cette maison d'Oslo
Et ce vieux traîneau qu'il lançait sur la neige
Comme on lance un bateau

Je reconnaîtrai la fameuse Christine
Dont il me parlait pour me faire enrager
Je ne l'aime pas cette jolie cousine
Elle l'a trop aimé

Christiansen
Il dormait sur la plage entre deux rochers
Christiansen
S'il mangeait quelques fois, c'est que j'y pensais
Et pourtant, il était heureux, oui vraiment il était heureux
Christiansen

Il est repartis vers son pays de neige
Et la plage d'or où l'on s'est tant baignés
A le sable gris, des plages de Norvège
Il a tout emporté
Pour me le redonner
Quand je le reverrai

Redemption Song
Composer(s): Bob Marley
Performer(s): Bob Marley;
and various other artists



Old pirates, yes, they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit
But my hand was made strong
By the 'and of the Almighty
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom? 
'Cause all I ever have
Redemption songs
Redemption songs

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our minds
Have no fear for atomic energy
'Cause none of them can stop the time
How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look? Ooh!
Some say it's just a part of it
We've got to fullfil the book

Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom? 
'Cause all I ever have
Redemption songs
Redemption songs
Redemption songs

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our mind
Wo! Have no fear for atomic energy
'Cause none of them-a can-a stop-a the time
How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look?
Yes, some say it's just a part of it
We've got to fullfil the book
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom? 
'Cause all I ever had
Redemption songs 
All I ever had
Redemption songs
These songs of freedom
Songs of freedom

Motivator
Composer(s): Marc Bolan
Performer(s): Marc Bolan & T. Rex



I love the way you walk
Don't you know you're a cool motivator
Love the way you walk
Love the way you walk
I love the way your eye
It doth shine like an Egyptian ruby
Love the way it shines
Love the way it shines
Shine on
I love the clothes you wear
They're so mean they're so fine
Love the clothes you wear
Love the clothes you wear
I love the broken crown
The one you stole from the King
Love the broken crown
Love the broken crown
I love it
I love the golden cat
You know the one that you keep
In your bedroom
Love the golden cat
Love the golden cat
I love the velvet hat
You know the one that caused
A revolution
Love the velvet hat
Love the velvet hat
I love it 

Chrisje
Performer(s): Gerard Cox



Ik denk niet dat 't ooit nog overgaat
Want anders was ik je allang vergeten
Wat 'r ook verder te gebeuren staat
Ik zal wel altijd van je blijven weten
En aan je moeten denken nu en dan
Alleen om m'n geheugen op te frissen
En zeker weten dat 't pijn doen kan
Chrisje, ik zal je altijd blijven missen

Natuurlijk stelde 't maar weinig voor
Zelfs wonderen moeten met de jaren rijpen
Maar wie heeft als 'ie achttien is dat door
Ik was te jong om zoiets te begrijpen
M'n enige, m'n eerste grote vangst
Hoewel ik nog maar nauwelijks kon vissen
Je hebt me afgeholpen van m'n angst
Chrisje, ik zal je altijd blijven missen

M'n enige, m'n eerste grote vangst
Hoewel ik nog maar nauwelijks kon vissen
Je hebt me afgeholpen van m'n angst
Chrisje, ik zal je altijd blijven missen

De jaren maakten mettertijd verschil
Ik heb m'n leven denk ik wel op orde
De vrouw waarmee ik best graag leven wil
En de dingen die ik toen nog wilde worden
Maar desondanks blijft alles relatief
Omdat ik nooit jouw spoor meer uit kan wissen
Ik was pas achttien en ik vond je lief Chrisje
ik zal je altijd blijven missen

Redemption
Composer(s): Johnny Cash
Performer(s): Johnny Cash;
and various other artists



From the hands it came down
From the side it came down
From the feet it came down
And ran to the ground
Between heaven and hell
A teardrop fell In the deep crimson dew
The tree of life grew

And the blood gave life
To the branches of the tree
And the blood was the price
That set the captives free
And the numbers that came
Through the fire and the flood Clung to the tree
And were redeemed by the blood

From the tree streamed a light
That started the fight 'Round the tree grew a vine
On whose fruit I could dine
My old friend Lucifer came
Fought to keep me in chains
But I saw through the tricks
Of six-sixty-six

And the blood gave life
To the branches of the tree
And the blood was the price
That set the captives free
And the numbers that came
Through the fire and the flood Clung to the tree
And were redeemed by the blood

From his hands it came down
From his side it came down
From his feet it came down
And ran to the ground
And a small inner voice
Said "You do have a choice"
The vine engrafted me
And I clung to the tree

The Most Expensive Statue In The World
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
Performer(s): Philip Bourneuf, Charles Dingle, Donald McClelland and Emile Renan



Citizens of New York, I greet you
With the hundred thousand dollar check
The money that my readers have contributed
For the pedestal of the statue

Citizens of New York, I greet you
With the news that soon our flag will be unfurled
On the most expensive statue in the world
On the most expensive statue in the world

When it's finally installed, tell us, what will it be called?
When it's finally installed, tell us, what will it be called?

When we finally install it
What's the diff'rence what we call it?
It's the best that money can buy
And will stand three hundred feet high
And I understand before we're through the cost may not be known
A hundred thousand dollars for the pedestal alone
And our flag will soon be unfurled
On the most expensive statue in the world
On the most expensive statue in the world

When it finally is claimed, tell us, what will it be named?
When it finally is claimed, tell us, what will it be named?

When at last we come to claim it
What's the diff'rence what we name it?
What's important is the expense
What it means in dollars and cents
From the French across the ocean it was sent to me and you
And now I'd like to call upon and hear a word or two
From our friend the French ambassador

Your honor, I speak not for my government, but my people
For it is not my government, but my people who give this statue
Creation of the genius of Bartholdi
May it arise in your harbor and give the light of
Liberty, equality, fraternity

Finally, when we install it, why don't we call it "Liberty"?
"The Statue of Liberty"!
"The Statue of Liberty"!
And the most expensive statue in the world!
And the most expensive statue in the world!

Chouette La Vie
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday



Dès cordes d'une guitare magique
Un jour le rock est né
Il a traversé l'Atlantique
Et il m'a tout donné
Ce soir c'est jour de paie
Et on va s'éclater

Chouette la vie est drôle
Chouette la vie est drôle
Chouette la vie est drôle
Chouette la vie est drôle
En mettant dans le juke-box
Un bon vieux rock'n'roll

Les filles dans le drugstore
À chaque instant guettaient
Les bagnoles américaines
Où les gars frimaient
En se payant des glaces coca
Tout le monde dansait

Chouette la vie est drôle
Chouette la vie est drôle
Chouette la vie est drôle
Chouette la vie est drôle
En mettant dans le juke-box
Un bon vieux rock'n'roll

Ouais quand le rock a marqué nos vies
A tout jamais
Pour moi c'était bien clair
Je devais le chanter
Durant ma vie entière
Il ne m'a pas quitté

Il faut l'aimer en étant sincère
Pour le mériter
On est en vie comme un vrai rocker
Pour l'éternité
Ce soir c'est jour de paie
Et on va s'éclater

Chouette la vie est drôle
Chouette la vie est drôle
Chouette la vie est drôle
Chouette la vie est drôle
En mettant dans le juke-box
Un bon vieux rock'n'roll

Chouette la vie est drôle
Chouette la vie est drôle
Chouette la vie est drôle
Chouette la vie est drôle
En mettant dans le juke-box
Un bon vieux rock'n'roll

La vie est drôle

Red, Red Wine
Composer(s): Neil Diamond
Performer(s): Neil Diamond



Red red wine
go to my head
make me forget that I
still need her so
Red red wine
it's up to you
all I can do, I've done
but memories won’t go
No memories won’t go

I'd have sworn
that with time
thoughts of you would leave my head
I was wrong
and I find
just one thing makes me forget
Red red wine
stay close to me
Don't let me be alone
it's tearing apart
my blue, blue heart

I'd have sworn 
that with time
thoughts of you would leave my head
I was wrong
and I find
just one thing makes me forget
Red red wine
stay close to me
Don't let me be alone
it's tearing apart
my blue, blue heart

The Most Beguiling Eyes
Composer(s): Stephen Fearing
Performer(s): Clive Gregson & Christine Collister



You have the most beguiling eyes
that I have ever seen
They can catch me up and spin me
and leave me in a dream
Though the words you speak are truthful
you know, you hurt me when you say
that the time you spend with me
is but a small part of your day

It seems that i'm the one
that always comes a calling
and I'm asking you away
from other friends

but I'm waiting for the sounds
of your step outside my door
when the sun is setting low
and the evening ends...

I have always thaught
that the picture's what you make it
and I've always believed
that my actions were my own
Tell me can you see
that to give without recieving
is bound to leave my heart
like a piece of molten stone

Because it seems that I'm the one
that always comes a-calling
and I'm asking you away
from other friends

But Im waiting for the sounds
of your step outside my door
when the sun is setting low
and the evening ends...

Choro Bandido
Composer(s): Chico Buarque - Edú Lobo
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
and multiple other artists



Mesmo que os cantores sejam falsos como eu
Serão bonitas, não importa
São bonitas as canções
Mesmo miseráveis os poetas
Os seus versos serão bons
Mesmo porque as notas eram surdas
Quando um deus sonso e ladrão
Fez das tripas a primeira lira
Que animou todos os sons
E daí nasceram as baladas
E os arroubos de bandidos como eu
Cantando assim
Você nasceu para mim
Você nasceu para mim
Mesmo que você feche os ouvidos
E as janelas do vestido
Minha musa vai cair em tentação
Mesmo porque estou falando grego
Com sua imaginação
Mesmo que você fuja de mim
Por labirintos e alçapões
Saiba que os poetas como os cegos
Podem ver na escuridão
E eis que, menos sábios do que antes
Os seus lábios ofegantes
Hão de se entregar assim
Me leve até o fim
Me leve até o fim
Mesmo que os romances sejam falsos como o nosso
São bonitas, não importa
São bonitas as canções
Mesmo sendo errados os amantes
Seus amores serão bons

Red Red Rose
Composer(s): David Mallett
Performer(s): Emmylou Harris; David Mallett



You may wonder if you know me
You may wonder if I care
Or if I'll leave you sad and lonely
Or if I'll always be right there

Well, there's no need for doubt now, darlin'
'Cause I have come to know
This love of ours is no common flower
You know this love is like a red, red rose

And you may wonder about this dreamer
If she's all you thought she'd be
And, oh, if anything but someday
Ever comes from lovin' me

But hold me close and tell me darlin'
That you have come to know
This love I bring you is no common thing
You know this love is like a red, red rose

When you're all caught up in sweet surrender
Simple truth is sometimes hard to see
Here between the tough times and the tender
It all comes down to you and me

And you may see my heart of darkness
I may stumble now and again
But underneath this heart of darkness
There's a heart that's lovin' you right till the end

So hold me close, come hold me, darlin'
'Cause I want you to know
This love of ours is no common flower
You know this love is like a red, red rose

This love of ours is no common flower
You know this love is like a red, red rose

The Morning Side Of The Mountain
Composer(s): Dick Manning - Larry Stock
Performer(s): Tommy Edwards
and multiple other artists



There was a girl, there was a boy 
If they had met they might have found a world of joy 
But she lived on the morning side of the mountain 
And he lived on the twilight side of the hill 

They never met, they never kissed 
And they will never know what happiness they missed 
For she lived on the morning side of the mountain 
And he lived on the twilight side of the hill 

For love's a rose that never grows 
Without the kiss of the morning dew 
And every Jack must have a Jill 
To know the thrill of a dream that comes true 

And you and I are just like they 
For all we know our love is just a kiss away 
But you are on the morning side of the mountain 
And I am on the twilight side of the hill 

For love's a rose that never grows 
Without the kiss of the morning dew 
And every Jack must have a Jill 
To know the thrill of a dream that comes true 

And you and I are just like they 
For all we know our love is just a kiss away 
But you are on the morning side of the mountain 
And I am on the twilight side of the hill

Chopin
Composer(s): Jimmy Frey - Penny Els
Performer(s): Jimmy Frey



Heel zachtjes sluipt de nacht de dag voorbij
Concerto van de dag vervaagd en zwijgt
Een betoverende sonate van Chopin
Verjaagt m'n eenzaamheid
Heel zachtjes sluipt de nacht de dag voorbij
Met beelden uit een lang vervlogen tijd
Chopin vertolkt z'n angsten en z'n pijn
En ik, ik wou dat jij bij mij kon zijn
Geen woorden kunnen zeggen wat ik voel
Want woorden zijn berekend en te koel
Alleen Chopin begrijpt wat in mij leeft
En die eindeloze leegte met me deelt
Heel zachtjes klopt de nacht tot bij me aan
M'n ogen worden zwaar
M'n geest vertraagt
En als Chopin me dan ook nog verlaat
Laat ik je eindelijk gaan
Heel zachtjes glijdt de wind aan mij voorbij
Ik laat je terug gaan naar die andere tijd
Zolang Chopin m'n pijn niet meer ophoudt
Verlang ik niet dat jij naast mij ontwaakt