Non Dirmi Niente
((Adapted from: Don't Make Me Over (Dionne Warwick) - 1962))
((French Version: T'en Vas Pas Comme Ça (Nancy Holloway) - 1963))
Composer(s): Burt Bacharach - Hal David - Mogol
Performer(s): Ornella Vanoni - 1964



Non dirmi niente
Non resta più niente da dire
Non dirmi niente
Se tu non vuoi farmi soffrire

Che cosa puoi dire ormai
Se te ne vai
Non serve a niente sai
Una parola in più
Basta un addio

Non dirmi niente
Hai detto già troppe parole
Non dirmi niente
Se tu non vuoi farmi del male

Non devi parlare più
Lo sai anche tu
Non posso crederti
Perché fra un attimo
Tu te ne andrai

Non dirmi niente
Non dirmi niente
É l'ultima volta che piango per te

Amore, se tu puoi
Non mi scordare mai
Non mi scordare mai
Non mi scordare mai

Amore, se tu puoi
Non mi scordare mai
Non mi scordare mai
Non mi scordare mai

Non mi scordare mai
Non mi scordare mai

Conversations With Death (aka "Death And A Lady: Echoes Of A Mortal Conversation" or "Oh Death")
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Dock Boggs
and multiple other artists



What is this that I can see
With icy hands taking hold on me
I am death and none can excel
I'll open the doors to heaven or hell

Oh, death, oh, death, can't you spare me over till another year?
Oh, death, oh, death, please spare me over till another year

Oh, death, someone would pray
Couldn’t you call some other day
God's children prayed 
The preacher's preached
The time of mercy is out of your reach

I'll fix your feet so you can't walk
I'll lock your jaws so you can't talk 
Close your eyes so you can 't see
This very hour come go with me

Death, I come to take the soul
Leave the body and leave it cold 
To drop the flesh oft of the frame
The earth and worms both have a claim

Oh, death, oh, death, can't you spare me over till another year?
Oh, death, oh, death, please spare me over till another year

My mother come to my bed
Place a cold towel upon my head 
My head is warm, my feet is cold
Death is moving upon my soul

Oh, death, how you treating me 
Close my eyes so I can't see
You hurt my body 
You make me cold
You're ruling my life right out of my soul

Oh, death, oh, death, can't you spare me over till another year?
Oh, death, oh, death, please spare me over till another year

Oh, death, please consider my age
Please don't take me at this stage
My wealth is all at your command
If you will move your icy hand

The old, the young, the rich or poor
Are all alike with me, you know
No wealth, no land, no silver, no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul

Oh, death, oh, death, can't you spare me over till another year?
Oh, death, oh, death, please spare me over till another year

Reuben James
Composer(s): Almanac Singers; Woody Guthrie
Performer(s): The Kingston Trio



Have you heard of the ship called 
"The Good Reuben James?"
Armed by hard-fighting men both of honor and of fame
She flew the Stars and Stripes of the land of the free
But tonight she's in her grave at the bottom of the sea

Chorus
Oh, tell me what were their names?, tell me what were their names?
Did you have a friend on The Good Reuben James?
Oh, tell me what were their names?, tell me what were their names?
Did you have a friend on The Good Reuben James?

One hundred men went down to their dark and watery grave
When that good ship went down, only forty-four were saved
Was the last day of October, they saved forty-four
From the dark, icy waters of that cold Iceland shore

Chorus

It was there in the dark of that cold and watery night
They watched for the U-boat and they waited for a fight
Then a whine and a rock and a great explosion's roar
They laid the Reuben James on the cold ocean floor

Chorus

Many years have passed since those brave men are gone
Those cold icy waters, they're still and they're calm
Many years have passed and still I wonder why
The worst of men must fight and the best of men must die

Chorus

T'en Vas Pas Comme Ça
((Adapted from: Don't Make Me Over (Dionne Warwick) - 1962))
((Italian Version: Non Dirmi Niente (Ornella Vanoni) - 1964))
Composer(s): Burt Bacharach - Hal David - Pierre Delanoë
Performer(s): Nancy Holloway - 1963
and multiple other artists



T'en vas pas comme ça
Sans me donner la moindre chance
T'en vas pas comme ça
En oubliant mon existence

Tu ne peux pas me quitter
Sans m'écouter 
Il n'y avait rien de vrai
Dans tout ce que l'on t'a dit 
Je t'en supplie

T'en vas pas comme ca
A chaque instant chaque seconde
Tu étais pour moi
Le seul amour le seul au monde

Pour toujours, je t'ai juré
Fidelité 
Je ne t'ai jamais trahi
Un seul jour de ma vie 
Je t'en supplie

T'en vas pas comme ça, t'en vas pas comme ça
Je ne peux plus exister sans toi
Je sais que tu m'aimes encore
Je suis sûr que tu m'aimes encore
Je sais que tu m'aimes encore
Je suis sûr que tu m'aimes encore

A chaque instant chaque seconde
Le seul amour le seul au monde

Accepte-moi comme je suis
Accepte-moi comme je suis...

Conversation With The Blues
Composer(s): Big Bill Broonzy
Performer(s): Big Bill Broonzy



Oh blues, I wanna have a little talk with you
Yeah now blues, I wanna have a little talk with you
Ah you done cause me to lose my woman, ah blues I guess you're through
Oh blues, Big Bill wants to talk to you
Oh blues, Big Bill wants to talk to you
Now I believe you've been drinkin' moonshine, blues 'cause you don't care what you do
Now looka here blues, I wanna talk to you
You been makin' me drinkin', gamblin', and stay out all night too
Now you got me to the place, I don't care what I do
Yeah now blues, I wanna have a little talk with you
Now I believe you've been drinkin' moonshine, blues cause you don't care what you do
Yeah now blues, why don't you give poor Bill a break?
Yeah now blues, why don't you give poor Bill a break?
Now why don't try to help me to live, instead of tryin' to break my neck?

Reuben James
Composer(s): Barry Etris; Alex Harvey
Performer(s): Kenny Rogers



Reuben James, in my song you live again
And the phrases that I rhyme
Are just the footsteps out of time
From the time when I knew you Reuben James

Reuben James all the folks around Madison County 
Cussed your name just a no 
Count share croppin colored man 
Who would steal anything he can 
And they always laid the blame on Reuben James

Reuben James, you still walk furrowed fields on my mind
The faded skirt the weathered brow
The calloused hand up on the plow 
I loved you then and I love you now Reuben James
Flora James, Reuben James

Gray, a gossip of Madison County died with child
And although your skin was black 
It was you that would not turn your back 
On a hungry white child with no name, Reuben James

Reuben James, with your mind on my soul
And the bible in your right hand 
You said turn the other cheek 
A better world is a waiting for the meek 
In my head those words remain from Reuben James

Reuben James one dark cloudy day 
That brought you from the fields
And to your lonely pine box came
Just a preacher, me and the rain 
To sing one last refrain for Reuben James

There She Is, Miss America
Composer(s): Bernie Wayne



There she is, Miss America 
There she is, your ideal
The dream of a million girls who are more than pretty can come true 
in Atlantic City 
For she may turn out to be the Queen of femininity 

There she is, Miss America
There she is, your ideal 
With so many beauties she took the town by storm 
With her all-American face and form 

And there she is 
Walking on air, she is
Fairest of the fair, she is
There she is - Miss America

Conversation While Dancing
Composer(s): Paul Weston; Johnny Mercer
Performer(s): Johnny Mercer & Jo Stafford



(Johnny) Do you know what's groovy?
Have you seen the latest movie?
Should I try and tip ya?

(Jo) 
May I hip ya?
Yes, I know

(Johnny) 
Do you know what's playin'?
Have you heard what the folks are sayin'?
Should I try and sell ya?

(Jo) 
May I tell ya?
Yes, I know

(Johnny) 
I can see, baby
You're the kind of a chick who's sharp on top

(Jo) 
Yes, sirree, baby 
But why are we talkin' this shop?

(Johnny and Jo) 
Mop, mop!

(Johnny) 
You're a solid sender
And the band is some ear-bender
We could both jump steady

(Jo) 
Are you ready?
Yes, I know

Lookie here, boy!

(Johnny) 
Looka where?

(Jo) 
Look at that tenor man!

(Johnny) 
Yeah, ain't he a masher?
But look at that trombone man
I b'lieve he's about to flip his mute!

(Jo) 
Yeah, but ain't he cute?

(Johnny) 
Zoot, to boot!

(Jo) 
Well, what's your opinion of this band?

(Johnny) 
This band? Grand!

(Jo) 
I can see, baby
You're the kind of a gent who's sharp on top

(Johnny) 
Yes, sirree, baby 
But why are we talkin' this shop?

(Johnny and Jo) 
Mop, mop!

(Jo) 
You're a solid sender
And the band is some ear-bender
We could both jump steady

(Johnny) 
Are you ready?

(Johnny and Jo) 
Yes, I know
Baby, yes I know
Baby, yes I know!

(Mop, mop!)

Ruben And Cherise
Composer(s): Robert Hunter; Jerry Garcia
Performer(s): Jerry Garcia



Cherise was brushing her long hair gently down
It was the afternoon of carnival as she brushes it gently down
Rubin was strumming his painted mandolin
It was inlaid with a pretty face in jade played in the carnival parade

Cherise was dressing as Pirouette in white
When a fatal vision gripped her tight Cherise beware tonight
Rubin, Rubin tell me truly true
I feel afraid and I don't know why I do, Is there another girl for you?

If you could see my heart you would know it's true
There's none Cherise, except for you, except for you
I'd swear to it on my very soul, If I lie, say I fall down cold

When Rubin played on his painted mandolin
The breeze would pause to listen in before going on its way again
Masquerade began when nightfall finally woke
Like waves against the bandstand, dancers broke to the painted mandolin

Looking out to the crowd who is standing there
Sweet Ruby Claire at Rubin stared, at Rubin stared
She was dressed as Pirouette in red
And her hair hung gently down

The crowd pressed round, Ruby stood as though alone
Rubin's song took on a different tone and he played it just for her
The song he played was the carnival parade
Each note cut a thread of Cherise's fate it cut through like a blade

Rubin was playing his painted mandolin
When Ruby froze and turned to stone for the strings played all alone
The voice of Cherise from the face of the mandolin
Singing Rubin, Rubin tell me true for I have no one but you

If you could see my heart you would know it true
There's none Cherise, except for you, except for you
I'd swear to it on my very soul
If I lie, say I fall down cold

The truth of love an unsung song must tell
The course of love must follow blind without a look behind
Rubin walked the streets of New Orleans till dawn
Cherise so lightly in his arms and her hair hung gently down

There She Goes Again
Composer(s): Lou Reed
Performer(s): The Velvet Underground & Nico - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists



There she goes again
She’s out on the streets again
She’s down on her knees, my friend
But you know she’ll never ask you please again

Now take a look, there’s no tears in her eyes
She won’t take it from just any guy, what can you do
You see her walkin’ on down the street
Look at all your friends she’s gonna meet
You better hit her

There she goes again
She’s knocked out on her feet again
She’s down on her knees, my friend
But you know she’ll never ask you please again

Now take a look, there’s no tears in her eyes
Like a bird, you know she would fly, what can you do
You see her walkin’ on down the street
Look at all your friends that she’s gonna meet
You better hit her

Now take a look, there’s no tears in her eyes
Like a bird, you know she will fly, fly, fly away
See her walking on down the street
Look at all your friends that she’s gonna meet

She’s gonna bawl and shout
She’s gonna work it
She’s gonna work it out, bye bye
Bye bye baby
All right

Conversation Peace
Composer(s): Stevie Wonder
Performer(s): Stevie Wonder



Staring right at 2000 AD
As if mankind's atrocities to man has no history
But just a glance at life in 2000 BC
We find traces of man's inhumanity to man
There's no mystery

All for one, one for all
There's no way we'll reach our greatest heights
Unless we heed the call
Me for you, you for me
There's no chance of world salvation
Less the conversation's peace

We can't pause, watch and say "no" this can't be
When there's a plan by any means to have
Cleansing of one's ethnicity
And we shouldn't act as if we don't hear nor see
Like the holocaust of six million Jews and
A hundred and fifty million blacks during slavery

All for one, one for all
There's no way we'll reach our greatest heights
Unless we heed the call
Me for you, you for me
There's no chance of world salvation
Less the conversation's peace

When publicly or privately convened
May love, positivity and life's preservation
be the basic theme
And should you put your trust in some
prophet in life
Give him trust but your faith must stay
with the one
Who gave the ultimate sacrifice for...

All for one, one for all
There's no way we'll reach our greatest heights
Unless we heed the call
Me for you, you for me
There's no chance of world salvation
Less the conversation's peace
Less the conversation's peace

Rubberneckin'
Composer(s): Dory Jones; Bunny Warren
Performer(s): Elvis Presley;
and various other artists



Stop (Stop), look and listen baby
that's my philosophy (Yes it is now)
It's called rubberneckin' baby, but that's all right with me

Stop (Stop), look and listen baby, that's my philosophy (Yes it is now)
It's called rubberneckin' baby, but that's all right with me

Some people say I'm wastin' time, but they don't really know
I like what I see, I see what I like, and it gives me such a glow, hey-yeah-yeah

First thing in the morning, last thing at night
I look, stare everywhere, and I see everything in sight, hey-hey-hey

Stop (Stop), look and listen baby, that's my philosophy (Yes it is now)
It's called rubberneckin' baby, but that's all right with me (It's alright)

People say I'm wasting time, yeh, but they don't really know
I see what I like, I like what see, and it gives me such a glow-oh-oh-oh

Sittin' on the back porch all by myself
Along came Mary Jane, I'm with somebody else, hey-hey-hey

Stop (Stop), look and listen (And listen) baby, that's my philosophy (Yes it is now)
It's called rubberneckin' baby, but that's all right with me, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Hey-hey-hey-hey, baby, that's all right with me, yeah-yeah-yeah
Rubberneckin' baby, but that's all right with me, yeah -yeah-yeah.........

There She Goes
Composer(s): Durwood Haddock - Eddie Miller - W.S. Stevenson
Performer(s): Carl Smith
and multiple other artists



There she goes, she's walkin' away
Each step she takes brings heartaches my way
He's won her heart, I lost her some way
There she goes, she's walkin' away

If I hadn't cheated, if I hadn't lied
I'd be the one who's walkin' by her side
I love her still and I guess that it shows
She's walkin' away, there she goes

There she goes! She's walkin' away
Each step she takes brings heartaches my way

If I hadn't cheated, if I hadn't lied
I'd be the one who's walkin' by her side (by her side)
I love her still and I guess that it shows
She's walkin' away, there she goes
There she goes
There she goes
There she goes

Contre Vents Et Marées
((Adapted from: Theme From A Movie That Never Happened (Eric Clapton) - 1998))
Composer(s): Eric Clapton - Francoise Hardy
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy - 2000



Contre vents et marées
Oublie les apparances
Le silence
N'est jamais immobile
Toute attente a un sens
Aie confiance
Imagine
Les forces en présence
Continue ton effort
Pense au but, cherche encore
Le monde et toi
Êtes sommis à des Lois
Songes-y quelquefois...
Avant que tu t'élances
Que tu danses
Que tu coures sur ton fil
Que tes belles évidences
Ta violence
Tombent en ruines
Bien des deuils t'attendent...
Tu dois juste avancer
Regarder sans tricher
La vérité
Suivre ta route
Coûte que coûte
Contre vents et marees
Si nul n'echappe à ces orages
Qui balayent au passage
Les repères
Qui éteignent la lumière..
Dans la nuit noire
Tôt ou tard
Va briller un espoir
Et germer ta victoire...
Arme-toi de patience
La souffrance
N'est jamais inutile
Elle élève en silence
Tisse les fils
Invisible
D'une autre naissance
Vois la mer qui se calme
Le soleil dans les arbres
Sèche tes larmes
Sois vivant, reste vrai
Contre vents et marées

Rubber Duckie
Composer(s): Joe Raposo
Performer(s): Bob McGrath



Well here I am in my tubby again
And my tubby's all filled with water and nice fluffy suds
And I've got my soap and washcloth to wash myself
And I've got my nifty scrub brush to help me scrub my back
And I've got a big fluffy towel to dry myself when I'm done
But there's one other thing that makes tubby time
The very best time of the whole day
And you know what that is?
It's a very special friend of mine
My very favorite little pal

Oh, rubber ducky, you're the one
You make bath time lots of fun
Rubber ducky I'm awfully fond of you
Vo-vo vo-deo
Rubber ducky, joy of joy
When I squeeze you, you make noise
Rubber ducky you're my very best friend it's true

Oh, everyday when I, make my way to the tubby
I find a, little fella who's cute and yella and chubby
Rub-a-dub dubby
Rubber ducky you're so fine
And I'm lucky that you're mine
Rubber ducky I'm awfully fond of you

Hey rubber ducky
Would you like me to scrub your back with my nifty little scrub brush
You would!?! 
Ok, how's this
Hey, you want me to scrub behind your ears
Ooohh, I see, you don't have any ears, do you
Well how bout your tummy
Scrub his little ducky tummy
Ooh, he's ticklish

Oh, everyday when I, make my way to the tubby
I find a, little fella who's cute and yella and chubby
Rub-a-dub-dubby
Rubber ducky you're so fine
And I'm lucky that you're mine
Rubber ducky I'd like a whole pond of
Rubber ducky I'm awfully fond of you

There Never Was A Night So Beautiful
Performer(s): Perry Como



There never was a night so beautiful 
As this night here with you under the stars
No music ever was so danceable 
No one as romance-able
As you are...

There never was a night so beautiful
It seems I'm on the planet Mars
And yet they say it's not unusual 
For people to feel this way
The way I do...

They say it happens when the one you love 
Loves you! 

And yet they say it's not unusual
For people to feel this way
The way I do...

They say it happens when the one you love
Loves you! 

Contract On Love
Composer(s): Janie Bradford - Lamont Dozier - Brian Holland
Performer(s): Stevie Wonder; Martha & the Vandellas; A-Train



Baby, baby, sign my contract on love 
Baby, baby, sign my contract on love 
Baby, baby, sign my contract on love 
Baby, baby, sign it 
Sign it 
Sign it 
Sign it 

You say you love me 
And I believe it's true 
But before I let myself go 
Here's what you've got to do 

(Sign it) 
(Sign it) 
(Sign it) 
(Sign it) 
You've got to sign 
(You, you, you'd better sign it) 
My contract on love 
(You, you, you'd better sign it) 
Write it in your heart 
(You, you, you'd better sign it) 
That you'll never do anything 
To ever make us part 
(Sign it) 
(Sign it) 
(Sign it) 
(Sign it) 

Yeah, I know it may seem strange to you 
Yeah, but I've lost a love so many times before 
Yeah, and now that I know the score 
No one's gonna hurt me no more 
And I'm takin' all my chances with romances 
Yeah 

(Sign it) 
(Sign it) 
(Sign it) 
(Sign it) 
So just sign 
(You, you, you'd better sign it) 
Right here on this dotted line 
(You, you, you'd better sign it) 
Where it says you'll be mine, all mine 
(You, you, you'd better sign it) 
Until the end of time 
(Sign it) 
(Sign it) 
(Sign it) 
(Sign it) 

So come on, come on, come on, and 
Sign, yeah 
(Baby, baby, sign my contract on love) 
Sign, yeah 
(Baby, baby, sign my contract on love) 
Sign, right here on this line 
(Baby, baby, sign my contract on love) 
Yeah 

(Sign it) 
(Sign it) 
(Sign it) 
(Sign it) 
Sign, yeah 
(Baby, baby, sign my contract on love) 
Sign, yeah 
(Baby, baby, sign my contract on love) 
Sign my contract on love 
(Baby, baby, sign my contract on love)

Rubber Bullets
Composer(s): Lol Creme;
Kevin Godley; Graham Gouldman
Performer(s): 10cc



I went to a party at the local county jail 
All the cons were dancing and the band began to wail 
But the guys were indiscreet 
They were brawling in the street 
At the local dance at the local county jail 
Well the band were playing 
and the booze began to flow 
But the sound came over on the police car radio 
Down at precinct 49 
Having a tear-gas of a time 
Sergeant Baker got a call from the governor of the county jail 
Load up, load up, load up with Rubber Bullets
Load up, load up, load up with Rubber Bullets
I love to hear those convicts squeal 
It's a shame these slugs ain't real 
But we can't have dancing at the local county pen 
Sergeant Baker and his men made a beeline for the jail 
And for miles around you could hear the sirens wail 
There's a rumour going round death row 
That a fuse is gonna blow 
At the local hop at the local county jail 
Sergeant Baker started talking with a bullhorn in his hand 
He was cool, he was clear, he was always in command 
He said "blood will flow here, Padre 
Padre you talk to your boys..." 
"Trust in me - God will come to set you free..." 
Well we don't understand why you called in the National Guard 
When Uncle Sam is the one who belongs in the exercise yard 
We all got balls and brains - but some's got balls and chains 
At the local dance at the local county jail 
Load up, load up, load up with Rubber Bullets
Load up, load up, load up with Rubber Bullets
Is it really such a crime for a guy to spend his time 
At the local dance at the local county jail
At the local dance at the local county jail
What you gonna do about it what you gonna do? 
What you gonna do about it what you gonna do?

There Must Be A Way
Composer(s): David Saxon - Sammy Gallop
Performer(s): Joni James
and multiple other artists



There isn't a place I can go
a place where you won't be missed
for there's not a place that I know
where mem ries of you don't exist

But there must be a way to help me forget that we're through
there must be a way to stop me from dreaming of you
There must be a star in the skies
that isn't reflecting your eyes
I just don't know how to disguise how much I miss you
There must be a song that doesn't remind me of you
there must be a kiss to thrill me like yours used to do
I looked for a way to be happy, happy with somebody new
Oh, there must be a way but I can't find the way without you

Contra El Tiempo
Performer(s): Fernando Ubiergo



Afuera hace frío
adentro, recuerdos
Mi viejo y su casa
en un cerro del puerto
Y allá en Santiago
mi madre en silencio
contando las horas
por si un día yo vuelvo

¿Y qué puedo hacer ahora?
si tan sólo quedan horas
y ya mañana
hay que partir?
Llorando en solitario
porque se queda en Santiago
lo que me da fuerzas
para vivir

¿Quién me presta maquillaje
para continuar mi viaje?
Hay otros amigos...
por ahí...

Ahora me siento
un poco el hermano
de mi pasado 
y de un futuro
un tanto incierto
Con cuatro maletas
en cien aeropuertos
Y esta guitarra
para empezar de nuevo...