The Red Lantern
Performer(s): Fred Fisher



The Chinese tell a story that's full of mystic glory
of the Orient, a tale of wonderment
by the temple walls, each night
they burn a red, red lantern bright 
to their ancient warrior maid they pray

From English sire descended her blood with China blended
eyes of Saxon blue, skin of yellow hue
at the call of war's command 
her heart turned to her Motherland
ever more they honor her and say

Shine on Red Lantern, through the gloomy night 
Over fields of white, Shine on Red Lantern
over poppies bright, where she sleeps tonight 
While temple bells to the God of war is calling
While thru the moonlight the yellow dragons crawling
Come with sword in hand, save your China land
Shine on Red Lantern, send your silver beams 
Over hills and streams
Shine on Red Lantern till the morning gleams
Wake her from her dreams
Sound the tom tom till they come
Beat the cymbal and the drum 
Shine on Red Lantern shine on

Clancy Lowered The Boom
Composer(s): Hy Heath - John Lange
Performer(s): Dennis Day
and multiple other artists



Now Clancy was a peaceful man
If you know what I mean
The cops picked up the pieces
After Clancy left the scene
He never looked for trouble
That's a fact you can assume
But never-the-less when trouble would press
Clancy lowered the boom!

Oh, that Clancy, Oh that Clancy
Whenever they got his Irish up
Clancy lowered the boom! 

O'Leary was a fighting man
They all knew he was tough
He strutted 'round the neighborhood
A-shootin' off his guff
He picked a fight with Clancy
Then and there he sealed his doom
Before you could shout "O'Leary, look out!"
Clancy lowered the boom!

Oh, that Clancy, Oh that Clancy
Whenever they got his Irish up
Clancy lowered the boom! 

O'Hollihan delivered ice
To Misses Clancy's flat
He'd always linger for a while
To talk of this and that
One day he kissed her
Just as Clancy walked into the room
Before you could say the time of day
Clancy lowered the boom!

Oh, that Clancy, Oh that Clancy
Whenever they got his Irish up
Clancy lowered the boom!

Sure it was the most beautiful sight you ever did see 
when Clancy Lowered The Boom

Requiem For An Angel
Composer(s): Jorma Kaukonen
Performer(s): Jorma Kaukonen



Wait for tomorrow, it'll be better than today
Wait for tomorrow, child
and let it be the words that I say
Well the sun's gonna shine, ain't gonna change my mind, no way!
When that new day comes, I know I won't be seeing no grey
Well everybody's trying to make me change my mind
My friend's tell me I'm just wasting my time
Well I don't care cause I'm living blind or crazy
I wouldn't lose my mind, but all I can find is trouble
Well, though the going gets rough, I just slide on by on the double
And though that highway calls, I fly through the sky like a bubble
Ah, when the new day comes I'll be feeling fine and traveling alone!
Well everybody's trying to make me change my mind
My friend's tell me I'm just wasting my time
Well I don't care cause I'm living blind or crazy

The Real Truth
Composer(s): Steve Lukather - Fee Waybill
Performer(s): Steve Lukather



Disguise the emptiness, the disdain
Late calls, long halls with words no one hears
Reveals the loneliness and the years

Like going backwards in a revolving door
I don't know which way's out anymore

I can't run from the real truth
And not be living a lie
You can't hide from the fate chasing you
And watch it, from somebody else's eyes

Cold hearts, cruel thoughts can destroy the faith
Just ask the sinner who fell from Grace
But things change and strange days can turn a point of view
Just time till eveyone gets their due

I may not save the world but I'll save myself
Can't depend on somebody else

I can't run from the real truth
And not be living a lie
You can't hide from the fate chasing you
And watch it, from somebody else's eyes

I can't run from the real truth
And not be living a lie
You can't hide from the fate chasing you
And watch it

I can't run from the real truth
And not be living a lie
You can't hide from the fate chasing you
And watch it, from somebody else's eyes

Clairette Et La Fourmi
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens



J'étais pas l'amant de Clairette
Mais son ami
De jamais lui conter fleurette
J'avais promis
Un jour qu'on cardait ses chevrettes
Aux champs, parmi
L'herbe tendre et les pâquerettes
Elle s'endormit
L'herbe tendre et les pâquerettes
Elle s'endormit

Durant son sommeil, indiscrète
Une fourmi
Se glissa dans sa collerette
Quelle infamie!
Moi, pour secourir la pauvrette
Vite je mis
Ma patte sur sa gorgerette 
Elle a blêmi
Ma patte sur sa gorgerette 
Elle a blêmi

Crime de lèse-bergerette
J'avais commis
Par des gifles que rien n'arrête
Je suis puni
Et pas des gifles d'opérette
Pas des demies
J'en ai gardé belle lurette
Le cou démis
J'en ai gardé belle lurette
Le cou démis

Quand j'ai tort, moi, qu'on me maltraite
D'accord, admis!
Mais quand j'ai rien fait, je regrette
C'est pas permis
Voilà qu'à partir je m'apprête
Sans bonhomie
C'est alors que la guillerette
Prend l'air soumis
C'est alors que la guillerette
Prend l'air soumis

Elle dit, baissant les mirettes 
"C'est moi qui ai mis
Au-dedans de ma collerette
Cette fourmi"
Les clés de ses beautés secrètes
Ell' m'a remis
Le ciel me tombe sur la crête
Si l'on dormit
Le ciel me tombe sur la crête
Si l'on dormit

Je suis plus l'ami de Clairette
Mais son promis
Je ne lui contais pas fleurette
Je m'y suis mis
De jour en jour notre amourette
Se raffermit
Dieu protège les bergerettes
Et les fourmis!
Dieu protège les bergerettes
Et les fourmis!

Réquiem
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez



Disfruté tanto tanto cada parte
y gocé tanto tanto cada todo
que me duele algo menos cuando partes
porque aquí te me quedas de algún modo

Ojalá nunca sepas cuanto amaba
descubrirte los trillos de la entrega
y el secreto esplendor con que esperabas
tu reclamo de amor que ya no llega

Anda, corre donde debas ir
anda, que te espera el porvenir
Vuela
que los cisnes están vivos
mi canto está conmigo
no tengo soledad

Si uno fuera a llorar cuando termina
no alcanzaran las lágrimas a tanto
nuestras horas de amor casi divinas
es mejor despedirlas con un canto

Anda, corre donde debas ir
anda, que te espera el porvenir
Vuela
que los cisnes están vivos
mi canto está conmigo
no tengo soledad

Ne Raccroche Pas
((Adapted from: Don't Hang Up (The Orlons) - 1962))
Composer(s): Dave Appell - Barry Mann - Ralph Bernet
Performer(s): Sheila - 1963



Ne raccroche pas! No, no
Laisse-moi te parler, ne raccroche pas! No, no

J'ai téléphoné vainement
Chez toi depuis un long moment
J'ai eu peur que tu n' rentres pas
Ne raccroche pas
Je suis heureuse d'entendre enfin ta voix

Ne raccroche pas! No, no
Laisse-moi te parler, ne raccroche pas! No, no

Hier, lorsque l'on s'est quittés
J'ai refusé d'être embrassée
Mais je t'en prie, ne m'en veux pas
Ne raccroche pas!
Je serai plus gentille la prochaine fois

J'étais loin de penser
Qu'à toi je rêverais
Je ne suis plus une petite fille
Non, ne ris pas au bout du fil

Ne raccroche pas! No, no
Laisse-moi te parler, ne raccroche pas! No, no

Ne fais pas cette grosse voix
J'ai là, tout à côté de moi,
Le tout dernier disque du mois
Ne raccroche pas
Écoute-le pour voir s'il te plaira

Alors, c'est vrai?
Vrai qu'il te plaît?

Ne raccroche pas! No, no
Laisse-moi te parler, ne raccroche pas! No, no

Pour moi, c'est la première fois
Que mon cœur connaît cette joie
Je t'en prie, ne me déçois pas
Ne raccroche pas
Dis-moi plutôt quand on se reverra

Ne raccroche pas! No, no
Laisse-moi te parler, ne raccroche pas! No, no

Ne raccroche pas! No, no
Laisse-moi te parler, ne raccroche pas! No, no

Ne raccroche pas!

The Real Me
Composer(s): Harlan Howard
Performer(s): Jan Howard



All you ever see in me is the clown
I'm just someone who's a lot of fun
To have around
And I'd lose you if I told you
I love you desperately
What a pity you'll never see
The real me

You see, there's really two of me
And one of me is lonely as can be
But she hides when you're about
And the other one, she comes out

But keep it light, keep it gay
Don't let him know
By look, word or action, how I feel
Oh, I'd lose you if I told you
I love you, so hopelessly
What a pity you'll never see
The real me

What a pity you'll never see
The real me

Claire
((Adapted from: Clair (Gilbert O'Sullivan) - 1972))
((Finnish Version: Clair (Fredi) - 1973))
Composer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan - Karel Vereertbrugghen
Performer(s): Tom Van Stiphout en Paul Poelmans - 2003



Claire
Het klinkt misschien wat ordinair
Maar 'k heb huisgerief en meubilair
Dus trouw toch met mij, en maak me eens blij

Als prins, word ik dikwijls gekoeioneerd
door mijn pa en mijn ma geblameerd
Maar met jou aan mijn zij, voel ik me vrij

Oh Claire, je landmetersharen los in de wind
Je Waals-Engels lachje maakt me blijgezind

Jou in mijn armen, 't is alsof ik herleef
Van al mijn honden ben jij mijn allerschattigste teef
Oh Claire, Claire

Claire
Je stond al een keer in de Flair
Je wordt vast nog heel populair
Nog meer dan mijn zus, want da's een dooi mus

Oh Claire, straks maak ik jou tot mijn droomprinses
Dan maak ik je ook nog eens een kind of zes

Ik zal je helpen bij de was en de vaat
En ik zal Wendy vergeten en ik kom nooit te laat
Oh Claire, Claire

Claire
We zijn gewoon complementair
Jij bent flinterdun
En ik zit goed in 't vet
En jij werkt voor een loon
En ik krijg doodgewoon een dotatie

Samen met jou voor het altaar staan
Moedig verbijt ik een prinsentraan

Al sturen de meeste koningshuizen hun kat
Ach, ik vind dat niet zo erg want ik hou veel van de dieren, schat
Mijn Claire

Rosalyn
Composer(s): Jimmy Duncan; Bill Farley
Performer(s): The Pretty Things;
and various other artists



Hey Rosalyn, tell me where you've been
Hey Rosalyn, tell me where you've been
All the night and all the day
Hide and seek's the game you play
Treat me as sure as sin

Oh Rosalyn, yeah Rosalyn

Hey Rosalyn, you're the girl for me
Hey Rosalyn, you're the girl for me
When I'm holding you so tight
It's so hard to say goodnight
It's you that I love now can't you see?

Do you really love me, do you love me true
Do you really love me Rosalyn?
Yeah gotta know, yeah gotta know
Yeah gotta know Rosalyn

Hey Rosalyn, you're the girl for me
Hey Rosalyn, you're the girl for me
When I'm holding you so tight
It's so hard to say goodnight
It's you that I love now can't you see?

Do you really love me, do you love me true
Do you really love me Rosalyn?
Yeah gotta know, yeah gotta know
Yeah gotta know Rosalyn

Yeah gotta know, yeah gotta know
Yeah gotta know Rosalyn
Rosalyn
Yeah Rosalyn, Rosalyn, Rosalyn, Rosalyn, ooh-yeah, ah

Repose Mon Passé
Performer(s): Franck Fernandel



Repose mon passé
Repose ma jeunesse
Au fond de ton abîme
Sur le lit des regrets
D'où jamais je le sais
Tu ne reviendras plus
J'ai cru te posséder
Dans des instants d'ivresse
Et je suis ta victime
Victime qui te dit
Adieu et puis merci
Des joies que j'ai connues
J'ai le coeur plein de rides
La tristesse est en moi
Et mes mains restent vides
Puisque tu n'es plus là
Repose mon passé
Repose ma jeunesse
Au fond de ma détresse
Et tous les lendemains
M'éloignent un peu plus
De mes années perdues
Et toi mon amour
Toi que j'aimais tant
Va sans t'inquiéter
Sans te retourner
Que le poids léger
De tes vingt ans
Soit ton seul fardeau
Ton seul tourment

Repose mon passé
Avec mes amours mortes
Au creux de ma mémoire
Sous le poids des tourments
Alourdi par les ans
Qui partent sans retour
Mon coeur est une plaie
Que rien ne réconforte
Et ne pouvant plus croire
Aux rêves d'avenir
C'est dans le souvenir
Que je cherche un secours
Je n'ai plus rien au monde
Puisque tu es partie
Et dans mon coeur qui gronde
Monte une voix qui dit:
"Rendez-moi mon passé
Rendez-moi ma jeunesse
Et prenez tout le reste
Mes trésors et mes biens
Car je ne veux plus rien
Rien d'autre que l'amour
Non rien d'autre que l'amour"

The Wurlitzer Prize (I Don't Want To Get Over You)
Composer(s): Chips Moman - Bobby Emmons
Performer(s): Waylon Jennings



I'm not here to forget you, I'm here to recall
The things we used to say and do
I don't wanna get over you
I don't wanna get over you

I haunt the same places we used to go
Alone at a table for two
I don't wanna get over you
I don't wanna get over you

They oughta give me the Wurlitzer prize
For all the silver I let slide down the slot
Playin' those songs sung blue
They help me remember you
I don't want to get over you

A fresh roll of quarters, same old song
Missin' you through and through
I don't wanna get over you
I don't wanna get over you

They oughta give me the Wurlitzer prize
For all the silver I let slide down the slot
Playin' those songs sung blue
They help me remember you
'Cause I don't want to get over you
I don't wanna get over you
I don't wanna get over you

Jailer Bring Me Water
((French Version: Dis-Lui Que J'en Rêve (Johnny Hallyday) - 1964))
Composer(s): Bobby Darin
First release by: Bobby Darin - 1962
Covered by multiple other artists



Jailer, bring me water
Jailer, bring me water
Jailer, bring me water
My throat is kind-a dry

Well, I never had me no money
Never had me no money
Never had me no money
I ain’t that kind-a guy

Oh … jailer, bring me water
Jailer, bring me water
Jailer, bring me water
My throat is kind-a dry

I’m gonna work ‘til the good Lord calls me
Be workin’ ‘til the good Lord calls me
I’m gonna work until the good Lord calls me
It'll be in the by and by

Oh … jailer, bring me water
Jailer, bring me water
Jailer, bring me water
My throat is kind-a dry

Now … jailer, should ya see my baby
Jailer, if ya see my baby
Jailer, if ya see my baby
Just tell her I said, "Good-bye"

Everybody singin’...

Jailer...
Jailer, bring me water
Come on... jailer, bring me...
Jailer, bring me water
Come on... jailer, bring me...
Jailer, bring me water
Come on... jailer, bring me...
My throat is kind-a dry

Ah... jailer, won’t ya bring me some...
Bring me water
Jailer, won’t ya bring me some...
Bring me water
Jailer, won’t ya bring me water
My throat is kind-a dry

Clair
Composer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan
First release by: Gilbert O'Sullivan - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1973 - Clair (Finnish Version) (Fredi)
2003 - Claire (Tom Van Stiphout en Paul Poelmans)



The moment I met you, I swear
I felt as if something, somewhere
Had happened to me
which I couldn't see
And then, the moment I met you, again
I knew in my heart 
that we were friends
It had to be so
it couldn't be no
But try as hard as I might do
I don't know why
You get to me in a way 
I can't describe
Words mean so little 
when you look up and smile
I don't care what people say
to me you're more than
Oh, Clair
Clair
Clair
If ever a moment so rare 
Was captured for all to compare
That moment is you 
in all that you do
But why in spite of our 
age difference do I cry
Each time I leave you 
I feel I could die
Nothing means more to me 
than hearing you say
"I'm going to marry you
Will you marry me? 
Oh hurray!"
Oh, Clair
Clair
Clair
I've told you before 
"Don't you dare!"
"Get back into bed"
"Can't you see that it's late"
"No you can't have a drink"
"Oh all right then
but wait just a minute"
While I, in an effort to babysit
catch up on my breath
What there is left of it
You can be murder 
at this hour of the day
But in the morning the sun 
will see my lifetime away
Oh, Clair 
Clair
Oh, Clair

Repose Beethoven ((aka Au Rythme Et Au Blues (by Johnny Hallyday) - 1964))
((Adapted from: Roll Over Beethoven (by Chuck Berry) - 1956))
Composer(s): Chuck Berry - Manou Roblin
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell - 1964



Avec tes cheveux longs
Tombant le long de ton cou
Tous les gens du grand monde
Te traitent de voyou
Repose Beethoven
On t'aime malgré tout

Tu composais sans cesse
Durant le jour et la nuit
Tu chantais à tue-tête
En buvant ton whisky
Repose Beethoven
Toi qui aimais la vie

Il y a longtemps maint'nant
Que tu es parti
Tu peux dormir tranquille
D'ici personne ne t'oublie
Repose Beethoven
Malgré ce que l'on dit

Je t'ai connu un soir
Où le cafard était venu me voir
Dans le noir j'ai mis tous tes disques
Et depuis je chante le blues jour et nuit
Repose Beethoven
Malgré ce que l'on dit

De tous temps
Les filles furent folles de toi
Maintenant c'est pire qu'avant
Elles ne parlent que de toi
Repose Beethoven
Presley est jaloux de toi

Ta musique est profonde
Ta musique a du cœur
Tu as conquis le monde
En apportant le bonheur
Repose Beethoven
Dans ta dernière demeure

Repose Beethoven
Repose Beethoven
Repose Beethoven
Dans ta dernière demeure

The Real McCoys
Composer(s): Harry Ruby



Want you to meet the family that’s known as The Real McCoys 
From West Virginee they came to stay in sunny Californi-ay
That’s Grand Pappy Amos and the girls and the boys of the family known as the Real McCoys 
Livin’ like good folks should live, as happy as kids with toys
Ol Grand Pappy Amos is head of the clan, he roars like a lion, but he’s gentle as a lamb 
His grandson Luke keeps beaming with joy, since he made miss Kate Missus Luke McCoy
What a house keeper Kate is, she’s doin’ what she enjoys
No gal can beat her when it comes to looks, the same can be said about the way she cooks 
For Grand Pappy Amos and the girls and boys of the family known as the Real McCoys
Sharing each others sorrows, enjoyin’ each others joys
Like all other families they quarrel and fuss, but it ain’t never serious
With Grand Pappy Amos and the girls and boys of the family known as the Real McCoys

Civilized Man
Composer(s): Richard Feldman - Pat Robinson
Performer(s): Joe Cocker



You made me need you
Need you so bad
Fool to believe you
You made me so mad
oh yeah
Double cross me once
never cross me again
And now you're runnin' round lookin' for some sympathy
When you know as well as I that we're history
You're lucky - I'm a civilized man
You're so lucky - I'm a civilized man
oh yeah
a civilized man
A poison arrow right from the start
Went down to zero
you went for my heart
oh yeah
Usin' hoodoo voodoo to start the fire again
Now you asked me to forget all you put me thru
When you know as well as I you got it comin' to you
Now you're lucky - I'm a civilized man...
Using hoodoo voodoo to start the fire again
Now you're runnin' round lookin' for some sympathy
When you know as well as I that we are history
Oh
you're lucky - I'm a civilized man...
Oh
you're lucky - I'm a civilized man...
You're so lucky - you've got a civilized man
You're so lucky - you've got a civilized man

Répondez-Moi!
Composer(s): Joëlle Kopf; Michel Ansellem
Performer(s): Mireille Mathieu



Ceux qu'on emprisonne quand ils font d'autres choix
et qu'on abandonne parce que chacun pour soi
Évidemment ça nous dérange,
mais le temps passe et rien ne change.

L'amour, à quoi ça sert, répondez-moi!
Pourquoi toutes ces barrières entre vous et moi?
Qui de nous saura faire le premier pas
aller au rendez-vous ne pas dire pour une fois

L'amour à quoi ça sert, répondez-moi!
Cette bouteille à la mer à vous ou à moi?
S'il fallait faire la guerre pour changer ça
Je serais avant vous, avant vous au combat...

Les mains qui se tendent, les regards silencieux
de ceux qui attendent qu'on les aime un peu mieux
Évidemment ça nous dérange
mais les trains passent et rien ne changent

L'amour à quoi ça sert, répondez-moi!
Cette bouteille à la mer à vous ou à moi?
S'il fallait faire la guerre pour changer ça
Je serais avant vous, avant vous au combat...

Toutes ces phrases en l'air
et la nuit qui retombe
Sue ceux qui espèrent que cesse la pluie des bombes
évidemment ça nous dérange
main le sang coule et rien ne change...

L'amour, à quoi ça sert, répondez-moi!
Pourquoi toutes ces barrières entre vous et moi?
Qui de nous saura faire le premier pas
aller au rendez-vous ne pas dire pour une fois

L'amour à quoi ça sert, répondez-moi!
Cette bouteille à la mer à vous ou à moi?
S'il fallait faire la guerre pour changer ça
Seriez-vous avec moi, avec moi au combat?
Répondez-moi!

The Reach
Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg
Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg



It's Maine...
And it's Autumn
The birches have just begun turning
It's life and it's dying
The lobstermen's boats come returning
With the catch of the day in their holds
And the young boys cold and complaining
The fog meets the beaches and out on the Reach it is raining

It's father and son
It's the way it's been done since the old days
It's hauling by hand ten miles out
From the land where their chow waits
All the days get so lonely and long
And seas grow so stormy and strong but
The Reach will sing welcome as homeward they hurry along

And the morning will blow away
As the waves crash and fall
And the Reach like a siren sings
As she beckons and calls
As the coastline recedes from view
And the seas swell and roll
I will take from the Reach
All that she has to teach
To the depths of my soul

The wind brings a chill
There's a frost on the sill in the morning
It creeps through the door
At the edge of the shore ice is forming
Soon the northers will bluster and blow
And the woods will be whitened with snowfall
And the Reach will lie frozen
For the lost and unchosen to row

And the morning will blow away
As the waves crash and fall
And the Reach like a siren sings
As she beckons and calls
As the coastline recedes from view
And the seas swell and roll
I will take from the Reach
All that she has to teach
To the depths of my soul 

Civilization (Bongo, Bongo, Bongo)
Composer(s): Bob Hilliard - Carl Sigman
Performer(s): Danny Kaye & The Andrews Sisters
and multiple other artists



Each morning, a missionary advertises neon sign
He tells the native population that civilization is fine
And three educated savages holler from a bamboo tree
That civilization is a thing for me to see

So bongo, bongo, bongo, I don't wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no
Bingo, bangle, bungle, I'm so happy in the jungle, I refuse to go
Don't want no bright lights, false teeth, doorbells, landlords, I make it clear
That no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right here

I looked through a magazine the missionary's wife concealed (Magazine? What happens?)
I see how people who are civilized bung you with automobile (You know you can get hurt that
way Daniel?)
At the movies they have got to pay many coconuts to see (What do they see, Darling?)
Uncivilized pictures that the newsreel takes of me

So bongo, bongo, bongo, he don't wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no
Bingo, bangle, bungle, he's so happy in the jungle, he refuse to go
Don't want no penthouse, bathtub, streetcars, taxis, noise in my ear
So, no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right here

They hurry like savages to get aboard an iron train
And though it's smokey and it's crowded, they're too civilized to complain
When they've got two weeks vacation, they hurry to vacation ground (What do they do, Darling?)
They swim and they fish, but that's what I do all year round

So bongo, bongo, bongo, I don't wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no
Bingo, bangle, bungle, I'm so happy in the jungle, I refuse to go
Don't want no jailhouse, shotgun, fish-hooks, golf clubs, I got my spears
So, no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right here

They have things like the atom bomb, so I think I'll stay where I "ahm"
Civilization, I'll stay right here!