Só Eu E Você
((Adapted from: There's A Kind Of Hush (The New Vaudeville Band) - 1966))
Composer(s): Les Reed - Geoff Stephens - Lilian Knapp
Performer(s): The Fevers - 1967

Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Qu'est-Ce Que Tu Deviens? (Claude François)
1995 - 'K Voel Me Goed Vandaag (Dana Winner)



Se você, meu bem, prestar atenção verá
Que, às vezes, não há no mundo ninguém
Só eu e você, sabe por quê?

Se quiser saber, é só escutar, dizer
O quanto lhe adoro
E que só me interessa você

Assim, você e eu vamos sentir
Como é melhor amar
Sem pensar em nos separar

Então, verá que vou lhe dar
O que eu tiver de bom em mim
Só porque adoro você

The Song Is You
Composer(s): Jerome Kern - Oscar Hammerstein
First performance by: Tullio Carminati - 1932
Covered by multiple other artists



I hear music when I look at you
A beautiful theme of ev'ry dream I ever knew
Down deep in my heart, I hear it play
I feel it start then melt away
I hear music when I touch your hand
A beautiful melody from some enchanted land
Down deep in my heart, I hear it say
Is this the day?
I alone have heard this lovely strain
I alone have heard this glad refrain
Must it be forever in side of me
Why can't I let it go?
Why can't I let you know?
Why can't I let you know the song my heart would sing?
That beautiful rhapsody of love and youth and spring
The music is sweet the words are true
The song is you

The Shifting Whispering Sands
Composer(s): Jack Gilbert - Mary Hadler
Performer(s): Johnny Cash
and multiple other artists



I discovered the valley of the shifting, whispering sands 
While prospecting for gold in one of our western States
I saw the silent windmills, the crumbling water tanks
The bones of cattle and burros, picked clean by buzzards
Bleached by the desert suns 
I stumbled over a crumbling buckboard nearly covered by the sands
And stopping to rest, I heard a tinkling, whispering sound
Then suddenly realized that even though the wind was quiet 
The sand did not lie still
I seemed to be surround by a mystery 
So heavy and oppressive I could scarcely breath
For days and weeks I wandered aimlessly in this valley
Seeking answers to the many questions
That raced through my fevered mind
Where was everyone
Why the white bones
The dry wells 
The barren valley where people must have lived and died
Finally I could go no farther
My food and water gone
I sat down and buried my face in my hands
And resting thus, I learned the secret 
Of the Shifting, whispering sands
How I managed to escape from the valley I do not know 
But now to pay my final debt for being spared
I must tell you what I learned out on the desert
So many years ago

When the day is awfully quiet 
And the breeze seems not to blow
One would think the sand was resting
But you'll find this is not so
It is whispering, softly whispering
As it slowly moves along
And for those who stop and listen
It will sing this mournful song
Of sidewinders and the horn toads
Of the thorny chaparral
Endless sunny days and moonlit nights
The coyotes lonely yell
Of the stars seem you could tough them
As you lay and gaze on high
At the heavens where we're hoping
We'll be going when we die

Yes it always whispers to me
Of the days of long ago
When the settlers and the miners
Fought the crafty Navajo
How the cattle roamed the valley
Happy people worked the land
And now everything is covered
By the shifting, whispering sands

How the miner left his buckboards
Went to work his claims that day
And the burro's broke their halters
When they thought he'd gone to stay
Wandered far in search of water
On to old sidewinder's well
And there, their bones picked clean by buzzards
That were circling when they fell

How they found the ancient miner
Lying dead upon the sand
After months they could but wonder
If he died by human hand

So they dug his grave and laid him
On his back and crossed his hands
And his secret still is hidden
By the shifting, whispering sands

This is what they whispered to me
On the quiet desert air
Of the people and the cattle
And the miner lying there

If you want to learn their secret
Wander through this quiet land
And I'm sure you'll hear the story 
Of the shifting, whispering sands

Shifting, whispering sands

Coffee, Coffee, Coffee
Composer(s): Tom T. Hall
Performer(s): Dave Dudley; S.W.A.T.



Some men drink alcohol
Some men drink juices from the vine
But as for me, I'm very simple
Give me coffee ev'ry time
Make it warm and make it sweet
Just the way my life has been
Give me coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee
And let me tell you, you have found yourself a friend

Cinncinnatti, early in the mornin'
Aah, waitin' on an old Greyhound
For Macon, Georgia right around noon time
Ah, bring that coffee pot around
Make it hot and make it now
A little cream and sugar use
Give me coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee
And you have absolutely found yourself a friend

A cup of china, a silver spoon
Cream out of a golden can
See that pot, aah, it's percolatin'
And it's just like music from a band
These old bones, they're tired and weary
But, man, you go percol up again
Give me coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee
I guarantee that you have have found yourself a friend

Yessir, you have found yourself a friend
I guarantee that you have have found yourself a friend
Ooohhh, you got yourself ...

Ride Into The Sun
Composer(s): John Cale;
Sterling Morrison; Lou Reed; Maureen Tucker
Performer(s): The Velvet Underground;
Chicken el Diablo; Lou Reed



Looking for another place
Somewhere else to be
Looking for another chance
To ride into the sun

Ride into the sun
Ride into the sun
Ride into the sun
Ride into the sun

Where everything seems so pretty
When you’re lonely and tired of the city
Remember it’s a flower made out of clay

To the city
Where everything seems so ugly
When your sitting at home in self pitty
Remember you’re just one more person
Who’s living there

It’s hard to live in the city
It’s hard to live in the city
It’s hard to live in the city

The Song Is Familiar
Composer(s): Bernie Worrell - Bootsy Collins - George Clinton - William Collins
Performer(s): Funkadelic



There is a song that I sing whenever I'm sad, feeling bad
There is a place in my head that I go when I'm feeling low

I can trust in the melody, in this song I can find me
Ever since I lost you, I've been so lost too
In our love there is harmony, and I want to see this love through with you

There is a song you can sing
When the love you had is love gone bad
There is a place you can go
There's a quiet place...all you gotta do is space

There is a song that I sing whenever I'm sad, feeling bad
There is a place in my head that I go, when I'm feeling low

To my song I can relate and I don't got to syncopate
Every word is in time, on time, at all times
In our love there is harmony, and I want to see this love through with you

There is a song you can sing whenever you're sad, feeling bad
There is a quiet place, you can go, when you're feeling low

There is a song you can sing
When the love you had is love gone bad
There is a place you can go
There's a quiet place...all you gotta do is space

There is a song that I sing whenever I'm sad, feeling bad
There is a place in my head that I go, when I'm feeling low

{repeat}...

The Sheriff
Composer(s): Carl Palmer - Greg Lake - Keith Emerson
Performer(s): Emerson, Lake & Palmer



Wicked Josie rode away
In the sunset covered sky
A lynching mob had strung his friend up
Right before his eyes
He didn't know what they'd both done
He sure as hell would end up one
A hot tin notch on the sheriff's gun
If he didn't move on
Get out of here

The sheriff followed Josie's journey
From Kansas in the West
He said he'd put a bullet right
Through poor old Josie's chest
But Josie wasn't like the rest
He don't like bullet holes in his vest
In fact he'd do his very best
Don't want any arrest
Don't want to be the guest
Of the sheriff

The nights got so damned cold
He couldn't stand the pace
He looked again for sheriff's men
But couldn't see the chase
Josie found a nice warm place
But then the sheriff solved the case
Hoped to find Josie's face
And said lookie here...

Sheriff rode him into town
With Josie look inside
He didn't know about the six-gun
Wicked Josie had
Then Josie drew his gun real fast
Gave the sheriff one big blast
And Josie was a song at last
A legend from the past
Nobody ever messed with the sheriff

Coffee Time
Composer(s): Harry Warren; Arthur Freed
Performer(s): Fred Astaire
and various other artists



Coffee time, my dreamy friend, it's coffee time
Let's sing this silly little rhyme
And have a cup of coffee

Java time, my happy chum, let's have a time
We'll celebrate for just a dime
And have a cup of coffee

Greetin' time, the music box is beatin' time
It's good old-fashioned meetin' time
We're in the pink, so come and clink
And let's drink a cup of coffee

Coffee time, my dreamy friend, it's coffee time
Let's sing this silly little rhyme
And have a cup of coffee

Coffee time, my dreamy friend it's coffee time
Let's sing this silly little rhyme
And have a cup of coffee
And have a cup of coffee
And have a cup of coffee

Ride Captain Ride
Composer(s): Skip Konte;
Frank Konte; Mike Pinera
Performer(s): The Blues Image;
and various other artists



Seventy-three men sailed up
From the San Francisco Bay
Rolled off of their ship
And here's what they had to say
"We're callin' everyone to ride along
To another shore
We can laugh our lives away
and be free once more"
But no one heard them callin'
No one came at all
'Cause they were too busy watchin'
Those old raindrops fall
As a storm was blowin'
Out on the peaceful sea
Seventy-three men sailed off
To history
Ride, captain ride
Upon your mystery ship
Be amazed at the friends
You have here on your trip
Ride captain ride
Upon your mystery ship
On your way to a world
That others might have missed

Seventy-three men sailed up
From the San Francisco Bay
Got off their ship
And here's what they had to say
"We're callin' everyone to ride along
To another shore
We can laugh our lives away
And be free once more"
Ride, captain ride
Upon your mystery ship
Be amazed at the friends
You have here on your trip
Ride, captain ride
Upon your mystery ship
On your way to a world
That others might have missed
Ride, captain ride
Upon your mystery ship
Be amazed at the friends
You have here on your trip

The Song Is Ended (But The Melody Lingers On)
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
First recording/First release by: Whispering Jack Smith - 1927/1928
Covered by multiple other artists



My thoughts go back to a heavenly dance
A moment of bliss we spent
Our hearts were filled with a song of romance
As into the night we went
And sang to our hearts' content

The song is ended
But the melody lingers on
You and the song are gone
But the melody lingers on

The night was splendid
And the melody seemed to say
"Summer will pass away
Take your happiness while you may"

There 'neath the light of the moon
We sang a love song that ended too soon

The moon descended
And I found with the break of dawn
You and the song had gone

The Shelter Of Your Arms
Composer(s): Napoleon XIV
First release by: Sammy Davis Jr. - 1964



In this cold world
No matter where I go
The crowds are all the same

And they among just
Evil in the sand
A face without a name

Nobody gives a hang
For what I say or do
But you
And in the shelter of your arms
I find peace and comfort and care
For I am wanted there

In this cold world
You struggle to survive
And sometimes you can fall

You'd think someone
Would lend a helping hand
They'd sooner see you crawl

But just when life itself
Seems more than I can bear
You're there
And in the shelter of your arms
I find strength and safety and then
I rise and start again

Just give me one good reason
To go on living
To keep on trying
For what, I ask you for what
If not for you
And all your love
To see me through

But just when life itself
Seems more than I can bear
You're there
And in the shelter of your arms
I find strength and safety and then
I rise and start again

Coffee In The Morning, Kisses In The Night
Composer(s): Harry Warren; Al Dubin
Performer(s): The Boswell Sisters
and various other artists



I've got a mission, it's just a simple thing
I've only one ambition, to have the right to bring you
Your coffee in the morning
And kisses in the night

It's my desire to do as I am told
To have what you require, and never have it cold, Dear
Your coffee in the morning
And kisses in the night

Though wedding bells sound sad and dirgy
Though wedding ties may spoil the fun
Without the benefit of clergy
Oh, I'm afraid it can't be done

It isn't formal, but with a wedding ring
It's natural, it's normal to give you everything from
Your coffee in the morning
Your kisses in the night

Ride Away
Composer(s): Bill Dees; Roy Orbison
Performer(s): Roy Orbison



Two wheels a turnin'
One girl a yearnin'
Big motor burnin' the road

I'll ride the highway
I'm going my way
I'll leave a story untold

Pretty girls behind me but pretty girls are everywhere
Big motor wind up, ride away from here

Ride away

She won't approve of things I do or what I am
And I don't really give a ...... I understand
But she'll never see that I'll never be
Any one but me

She thinks she needs me, she cries for me
But I know she's lying, crying for others to see
What can I say, I'll just ride away

Big motor run run (background) ride ride away
Ride on away from big motor run run 
Heart-ache and misery

I'm bound to wander
Way over yonder
Someone be waitin' just for me

True love to cling to, I need a dream to share
Someone to know me, Someone to show me they care

Ride away, ride away
>From tears and sorrow
Like there's no tomorrow

Tonight I'll ride away

The Song From Moulin Rouge (aka Where Is Your Heart)
((Danish Version: Hvor Er Dit Hjerte (Sangen Fra Moulin Rouge) (Gustav Winckler) - 1953))
Composer(s): William Engvick - Georges Auric
First performance by: Muriel Smith - 1952
Covered by multiple other artists



Whenever we kiss
I worry and wonder
Your lips may be near
But where is your heart?

It's always like this
I worry and wonder
You're close to me here
But where is your heart?

It's a sad thing to realise
That you've a heart that never melts
When we kiss, do you close your eyes
Pretending that I'm someone else?

You must break the spell
This cloud that I'm under
So please won't you tell
Darling, where is your heart?

Shawl Of Galway Grey
Composer(s): Hershall Kennedy
Performer(s): Margaret Whiting



She was young and she was pretty and her heart was bright and gay
And she won him so completely in her shawl of galway grey
In her eyes a love was shining like the moonlight on the bay
But her love was for another neath her shawl of galway grey

When the vesper bells were ringing a smile came to her face
For her fisher boy she waited, no one could ever take his place
In her heart there's still a memory and it's there twill always stay
Of the love he left behind him neath a shawl of galway grey

When the vesper bells were ringing a smile came to her face
For her fisher boy she waited, no one could ever take his place
In her heart there's still a memory and it's there twill always stay 
Of the love he left behind him neath a shawl of galway grey

Coffee Club
Composer(s): Gary Kemp
Performer(s): Spandau Ballet



Matthew didn't stay home
he went abroad instead
journeys to glory breathing in his head
got caught up with shoe horns
but he could'nt get a shine
Matthew bought the rap
and read the map without a sign.
Contort yourself on disco
with a rap trap white and brown
caught within the spinning
the key-chain gang went down
no coffee club will have the rub
when product is your answer
discuss the man, he'll break your plan
it's deep within the dancer...
Wear it on your back now
and summerise your vision
on the train and through the strain
your own soul decision
well she had a certain shimmer
she sleeps with him tonight
stifled love decides where I'm dreaming...
No coffee club will have the rub
when product is your answer
discuss the man, he'll break your plan
it's deep within the dancer...

Ride A White Swan
Composer(s): Marc Bolan
Performer(s): Marc Bolan & T. Rex;
and various other artists



Ride it on out like a bird in the sky ways
Ride it on out like you were a bird
Fly it all out like an eagle in a sunbeam
Ride it on out like you were a bird

Wear a tall hat like a druid in the old days
Wear a tall hat and a tatooed gown
Ride a white swan like the people of the Beltane
Wear your hair long, babe you can't go wrong

Catch a bright star and a place it on your fore-head
Say a few spells and baby, there you go
Take a black cat and sit it on your shoulder
And in the morning you'll know all you know, oh

Wear a tall hat like a druid in the old days
Wear a tall hat and a tatooed gown
Ride a white swan like the people of the Beltane
Wear your hair long, babe you can't go wrong

Da-da-da-di-di-da, da-da-da-di-di-da ....

The Son Of Irving
Performer(s): Frank Gallop



You remember how Irving got three slugs in the belly?
How it happened outside the Frontier Deli?
How he lived by his gun and died by his gun?
Well, no one knew fat Irving had a son 

Named Seymour
Tall, slim Seymour
Tall, slim, excellent-looking Seymour
Son of the hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West 

He had steamy eyes and stood six-foot four
When he walked in the bar, he filled the door
He had a gun in one hand, and the folks would stare
'Cause in his other hand, he had a teddy bear

Seymour
Tall, sissy Seymour
Tall, excellent-looking, sissy Seymour
Son of the hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West

Seymour was dressed in boots magenta
By his mother, Esther, a dance hall yente
She had one goal, and he never mocked her
She dreamed he'd marry a lady doctor

Seymour
Momma's boy Seymour
Excellent-looking, big baby Seymour
Son of the hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West 

One day Seymour rode into town
Billy the Kid was waitin' to shoot him down
Seymour disguised himself in a dress and bustle
And rode out of town as Lillian Russell 

Seymour
Side-saddled Seymour
Tall, really excellent-looking Seymour
Son of the hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West 

But then Seymour made Bad Max a dare
There stood Seymour, one hand on his gun and one on his teddy bear
But Bad Max shot Seymour down in the high noon sun
Stupid Seymour had drawn his teddy, and hugged his gun

Seymour
Mortally wounded Seymour
Not so excellent-looking Seymour
Dead, dum-dum Seymour
Truly, the son of the hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West
Really

The Shape I'm In
Composer(s): Lee Cathy - Otis Blackwell
First release by: Kenny Lee Martin - 1958
Covered by multiple other artists



I can't go, I can't stay
It's your fault, I'm this way
I ain't ever been, hmm, the shape I'm in
I can't sit, I can't stand
This feeling is so grand
Hoping it never ends, hmm, the shape I'm in
You tell me no, then you tell me yes
You keep my mind a wreck
I'm not gonna ever rest, I'm gonna get you yeah
I feel good, I feel bad
I feel happy, I feel sad
But I love you all over again
I love being in the shape I'm in
Yeah!

I can't go, I can't stay
It's your fault, I'm this way
I ain't ever been, hmm, the shape I'm in
I can't sit, I can't stand
This feeling is so grand
Hoping it never ends, hmm, the shape I'm in
You tell me no, then you tell me yes
You keep my mind a wreck
I'm not gonna ever rest, I'm gonna get you yeah
I feel good, I feel bad
I feel happy, I feel sad
But I love you all over again
I love being in the shape I'm in
Yeah!

Coffee Blues
Composer(s): Mississippi John Hurt
Performer(s): Mississippi John Hurt



This is the "Coffee Blues", I likes a certain brand
- Maxwell's House - it's good till the last drop
just like it says on the can 
I used to have a girl cookin' a good Maxwell House 
She moved away
Some said to Memphis and some said to Leland, but I found her 
I wanted her to cook me some good Maxwell's House 
You understand, if I can get me just a spoonful of Maxwell's House
do me much good as two or three cups this other coffee

I've got to go to Memphis, bring her back to Leland
I wanna see my baby 'bout a lovin' spoonful, my lovin' spoonful
Well, I'm just got to have my lovin'

Good mornin', baby, how you do this mornin'?
Well, please, ma'am, just a lovin' spoon
just a lovin' spoonful
I declare, I got to have my lovin' spoonful

My baby packed her suitcase and she went away
I couldn't let her stay for my lovin'
my lovin' spoonful
Well, I'm just got to have my lovin'

Good mornin', baby, how you do this mornin'?
Well, please, ma'am, just a lovin' spoon
just a lovin' spoonful
I declare, I got to have my lovin' spoonful

Well, the preacher in the pulpit, jumpin' up and down
He laid his bible down for his lovin'
Ain't Maxwell House all right?
Well, I'm just got to have my lovin'