There's No Me Without You
Composer(s): E. Bivins
Performer(s): Manhattans



Baby, you are my life
And without you I'm an empty shell

There's no house without a home
And there's no man who wants to be alone
There's no child without a dream
And there's no song without a meaning

That's how I know
There's no me without you
There's no me without you

There's no life without a plan
Every woman wants herself a good man
There's a heartaches without tears
And time just can't go by without the years

That's how I know
There's no me without you
There's no me without you

You know there's no stars without the night
Huh, and there's no wrong without a right
And there's no good without a bad
And when one man is happy , the other man is sad

Oh... oh... that's how I know
There's no me without you
There's no me without you
Oh... oh... yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

That's how I know (That's how I know, baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
There's no me without you (My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my)
That's how I know (There's no house, there's no house without a home)
That's how I know (And there's no man, no man who wants to be alone)

Cortar Hasta El Hueso
Composer(s): Miguel Mateos
Performer(s): Miguel Mateos



Sentado en medio de un sucio bar
con tiempo para reflexionar
cansado de esperar
hoy voy a cortar hasta el hueso
y más...

Latas vacías
pero dónde está el que nos guía
que abra los Cabildos
que invadan la ciudad
los portadores sanos del amor, oh no

Tira, tira, tira hermano mío
no lo dejes escapar
Dale, dale un poco más de hilo
para quien quiera remontar
y así, con un golpe
en la nuca a Dios, tal vez
caer en pos de la belleza

Viniste a un mundo
rojo y profundo
descubrirás la sed
el miedo y el refugio que da
sólo la amistad

Sentado en medio de un sucio bar
con tiempo para reflexionar
cansado de esperar
hoy voy a cortar hasta el hueso
y más, y más...

Tira, tira, tira hermano mío
no lo dejes escapar
Dale, dale un poco más de hilo
para quien quiera remontar
y así, con un golpe
en la nuca a Dios, tal vez
caer en pos de la belleza

no lo dejes escapar...
para quien quiera remontar
y así, con un golpe
en la nuca a Dios, tal vez
caer en pos de la belleza

Runs In The Family
Composer(s): Terre Roche
Performer(s): The Roches



I can't get over what I saw
And I can't change the law of averages
I'm going down
My uncle did it; my daddy did it
I'm beginning to think that it runs in the family
Oh no, runs in the family

One by one we left home
We went so far out there
Everybody got scared
My uncle did it; my daddy did it
I'm beginning to think that it runs in the family
Oh no, runs in the family

All the boys could have gone to school
All the girls were pretty enough to play the fool
Something about the danger zone
Wouldn't leave the bunch of us alone

I remember that night
It was the one I picked a fight with you
I'm holding the bag
Just like my mama did
Just like her mama did
Now there's gonna be a new kid in the family
Oh no, kid you're gonna run in the family
Oh yeah, kid you're gonna run in the family

N'y Pense Plus, Tout Est Bien
((Adapted from: Who's Gonna Buy You Ribbons (When I'm Gone) (Paul Clayton) - 1960) 
((aka Don't Think Twice, It's All Right (Bob Dylan - 1963))
Composer(s): Paul Clayton - Bob Dylan - Hugues Aufray - Pierre Delanoë
Performer(s): Hugues Aufray - 1965

Versions In Other Languages:
1965 - Itke Siis, Siitä Viis (Johnny & The Sounds)
1970 - È Inutile Sedersi E Domandarsi (Bobby Solo)
1992 - Glem Det Hele (Men Husk Hva' Du Sagde) (Peter Belli & De Nye Rivaler)
1999 - E Bine, Nu Te Razgîndi (Alexandru Andries)
2005 - Niin Vain On Ja Olkoon Nin (Åttopojat)



À quoi ça sert de chercher à comprendre
Pourquoi on dit ce qu'on dit
À quoi ça sert de chercher à comprendre
Quand c'est fini c'est fini
Quand le soleil se lèvera demain
Je serai déjà loin très loin
Il faut se quitter en chemin
N'y pense plus tout est bien

À quoi ça sert de chercher la lumière
Puisqu'il n'y a rien à voir
A quoi ça sert de chercher la lumière
Je veux rester dans le noir
Tu peux toujours essayer de me dire
Ce que tu n'as jamais su me dire
Quand nous marchions main dans la main
Mais n'y pense plus tout est bien

Moi j'ai choisi la route solitaire
Pareille à celle du vent
Moi j'ai choisi la route solitaire
Qui va là-bas loin devant
Mais je voudrais qu'on se quitte bons amis
Tu aurais pu faire mieux ma foi tant pis
Le temps qu'on a passé c'était pour rien
Mais n'y pense plus tout est bien

À quoi ça sert de verser tant de larmes
Ce sont des larmes perdues
À quoi ça sert de verser tant de larmes
Je ne t'entends déjà plus
Sur mon chemin mon souvenir m'attend
On m'avait dit de toi c'n'est qu'une enfant
J'allais perdre mon âme dans tes mains
Mais n'y pense plus tout est bien

Corro El Riesgo
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez



Por el día en el peligro de olvidar
por la noche me amenaza tu recuerdo extraño
Corro el riesgo de negarme a ver el día o la noche
-corro el riesgo de querer dejarme ciego-

Esto pasa diariamente
aunque estoy acostumbrado a todo
hace mucho tiempo
demasiado tiempo

Por el día me entretengo en no pensar en ti
por la noche me acorralan el temor, los años
Corro el riesgo de empezar a imaginarme parques
-corro el riesgo de querer dormir sin tener sueño-

Esto pasa diariamente
aunque estoy acostumbrado a todo
hace mucho tiempo
demasiado tiempo

Por el día tengo miedo de no respirar
por la noche tengo miedo de quedarme quieto
Corro el riesgo de que un día se demore el alba
-corro el riesgo de que el miedo se me duerma adentro-

Esto pasa diariamente
aunque estoy acostumbrado a todo
hace mucho tiempo
demasiado tiempo

Running With The Night
Composer(s): Lionel Richie; Cynthia Weil
Performer(s): Lionel Richie;
Ricardo Caliente; Gary Tesca Orch.



The heart of the city street was beating
Light from the neons turned the dark to day
We were too hot to think of sleeping
We had to get out before the magic got away

(Chorus)
We were running with the night
Playing in the shadows
Just you and I, 'til the morning light
(We were running, running with the night)

You were looking so good girl, heads were turning
You and me on the town ooh, we let it all hang out
The fire was in us, we were burning
We were gonna go all the way and we never had a doubt

(Chorus)
We were running with the night
Playing in the shadows
Just you and I, 'til the morning light
(We were running, running with the night)

We were so in love you and me
On the boulevard wild and free
Giving all we got, we laid it down
Taking every shot, we took the town

(Chorus)
We were running with the night
Playing in the shadows
Just you and I, girl it was so right, so right
(We were running) Oh (running with the night)

Just you and I (we were running)
We were running with the night
Playing in the shadows
Just you and I, girl it was so right (We were running)
Girl so right (running with the night)
So right ...

Who's Gonna Buy You Ribbons (When I'm Gone) ((aka Don't Think Twice, It's All Right (Bob Dylan) - 1963))
Composer(s): Paul Clayton
First release by: Paul Clayton - 1960

Versions In Other Languages:
1965 - N'y Pense Plus, Tout Est Bien (Hugues Aufray)
1965 - Itke Siis, Siitä Viis (Johnny & The Sounds)
1970 - È Inutile Sedersi E Domandarsi (Bobby Solo)
1992 - Glem Det Hele (Men Husk Hva' Du Sagde) (Peter Belli & De Nye Rivaler)
1999 - E Bine, Nu Te Razgîndi (Alexandru Andries)
2005 - Niin Vain On Ja Olkoon Nin (Åttopojat)



Ain't no use to sit and cry now darling
Wonder who's gonna buy you ribbons when I'm gone?

It's hard to keep from thinking bout last summer
We used to be together everywhere
Remember how we walked along the sidewalk
We'd stop, I'd buy a ribbon for your hair

Ain't no use to sit and sigh now darling
And there ain't no use to sit and cryin' now
I can't help but wonder just a little
Wonder who's gonna buy you ribbons when I'm gone?

So now I walk alone along the sidewalk
But somehow things are not the same there
I see the places that we saw together
The shop that sold the ribbons for your hair

Ain't no use to sit and sigh now darling
And there ain't no use to sit and cryin' now
I can't help but wonder just a little
Wonder who's gonna buy you ribbons when I'm gone?

Wonder who's gonna buy you ribbons when I'm gone?...

Corrido De Pancho Villa
(Tradicional)
Performer(s): Victor Jara



Fui soldado de Francisco Villa
de aquel hombre de fama inmortal
que aunque estuvo sentado en la silla
no envidiara la presidencial

Ahora vivo alla por la orilla
recordando aquel tiempo inmortal
ay, ay
ahora vivo alla por la orilla
recordando a Villa alla por Parral

Yo fui uno de aquellos dorados
que con tiempo llego a ser mayor
en la lucha quedamos lisiados
defendiendo la patria y honor

Hoy recuerdo los tiempos pasados
que peleamos con el invasor
ay, ay
hoy recuerdo los tiempos pasados
de aquellos dorados que yo fui mayor

Mi caballo que tanto montaba
en Jimenez la muerte alcanzo
una bala que a mi me tocaba
a su cuerpo se le atraveso

Al morir de dolor relinchaba
por la patria la vida entrego
ay, ay
al morir de dolor relinchaba
como le lloraba cuando se murio

Pancho Villa te llevo grabado
en mi mente y en mi corazon
y aunque a veces me vi derrotado
por las fuerzas de Alvaro Obregon
siempre anduve como fiel soldado
hasta el fin de la revolucion
ay, ay
siempre anduve como fiel soldado
que tanto ha luchado al pie del cañon

Runnin' With The Devil
Composer(s): Michael Anthony; David Lee Roth; 
Alex Van Halen; Eddie Van Halen
Performer(s): Van Halen;
and various other artists



Yeah, Yeah!
Ah, yeah!

I live my life like there's no tomorrow
and all I've got, I had to steal
Least I don't need to beg or borrow
Yes I'm livin' at a pace that kills

Oooh, yeah
(Ahh!) Runnin' with the devil (Ahh-hah! Yeah!)
(Woo-hoo-oo!) Runnin' with the devil
I'm gonna tell ya all about it

I found the simple life ain't so simple
When I jumped out, on that road
I got no love, no love you'd call real
Ain't got nobody, waitin' at home

(Ah, yeah-ah!)
Runnin' with the devil
(God damn it lady. You know I ain't lyin' to ya)
(I'm only gonna tell you one time-ya!)
Runnin' with the devil
(Yes I am! Yeah!)

Woo!

Woo!

You know I, I found the simple life
Weren't so simple, no
When I jumped out, on that road
Got no love, no love you'd call real
Got nobody, waitin' at home

(Ah, yeah!)
Runnin' with the devil
(Hold on. Hold on, I'm runnin'! Ah, yeah!)
Runnin' with the devil
(Uh! Uh! Come on, one more time)

(Ha-yeah!)
Runnin' with the devil
(Oh, yeah! Ya-yeah!)
Runnin' with the devil
(Woo! Woo!)
Runnin' with the devil
(Ah-ha, yeah! Ah-ha, yeah! Ah-hah, yeah!)
Runnin' with the devil (Woo!)

There's No Living Without Your Loving
((Italian Version: Lo Stesso Giorno La Stessa Ora (I Camaleonti) - 1966))
Composer(s): Jerry Harris - Paul Kaufman
First release by: Gene Pitney - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists



There's no living without your loving, baby
I love you too much

If I can't love you till the day I die
Then baby, oh baby, what good am I?
If I can't reach out & know that you'll be there
Then this ol' world ain't spinnin' anywhere

There's no living without your loving
Without the magic of your tender touch
There's no living without your loving, baby
I love you too much

And I wouldn't want to live my life through
Knowing in my heart I never will have you
Oh, if I can't hold you & kiss you anymore
Then what on earth am I living for?

There's no living without your loving
Without the magic of your tender touch
There's no living without your loving, baby
I love you too much

Oh I love you too much
Oh much much too much
Oh baby

There's no living without your loving
Without the magic of your tender touch
There's no living without your loving, baby
I love you too much

Corrido De Mazatlán
Composer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez
Performer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez



Hoy que el destino me trajo hasta esta tierra
donde el pacífico es algo sin igual
es necesario que suene la guitarra
para cantarle un corrido a Mazatlán

Yo sé que debo cantar con todo el alma
para esta gente que es puro corazón
a ver si llega mi canto a la montaña
y hasta en el faro se escucha mi canción

Ay que bonito paseo del Centenario
ay que bonita también su catedral
aquí hasta un pobre se siente millonario
aquí la vida se pasa sin llorar

Yo soy fuereño
nací de aquí muy lejos
y sin embargo les digo en mi cantar
que tienen todos ustedes un orgullo
el grna orgullo de ser de Mazatlán

Esas mujeres que tienen por mujeres
ante las rosas las pueden comparar
porque el aroma que tienen los claveles
lo tienen ellas y ienen algo más

Y de sus hombre pos'que podría decirles
que son amigos y nobles en verdad
y sin que olviden sus típicas arañas
que lindo es todo lo que hay en Mazatlán

Ay que bonito paseo del Centenario
ay que bonita también su catedral
aquí hasta un pobre se siente millonario
aquí la vida se pasa sin llorar

Yo soy fuereño
nací de aquí muy lejos
y sin embargo les digo en mi cantar
que tienen todos ustedes un orgullo
el gran orgullo de ser de Mazatlán

Running Up That Hill
Composer(s): Kate Bush
Performer(s): Kate Bush;
and various other artists



It doesn't hurt me
Do you want to feel how it feels
Do you want to know, know that it doesn't hurt me
Do you want to hear 'bout the deal that I'm making
You, you and me

Chorus

And if I only could
I'd make a deal with God
And I'd get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that building
If I only could oh...

You don't want to hurt me
But see how deep the bullet lies
Unaware I'm tearing you asunder
Ooh there is thunder in our hearts
Is there so much hate for the ones we love
'Tell me we both matter don't we
You
You and me
You and me won't be unhappy

And if I only could
I'd make a deal with god
And I'd get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that building
If I only could oh...

You
You and me
You and me won't be unhappy
C'mon baby c'mon darlin'
Let me steal this moment from you now
Cone on angel, c'mon, c'mon darling
Let's exchange the experience oh

And if I only could
I'd make a deal with God
And I'd get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
With no ploblems

And if I only could
I'd make a deal with God
And I'd get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
With no ploblems

And if I only could
I'd make a deal with God
And I'd get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
With no ploblems.

And if I only could
Be running up that hill
With no problems

There's No Hiding Place Down Here
Composer(s): A.P. Carter
Performer(s): The Carter Family; Deborah Robins & Larry Hanks



Sister Mary, she wears a golden chain
Sister Mary, she wears a golden chain
Sister Mary, she wears a golden chain
On every link there's Jesus name
There's no hiding place down here

There's no hiding place down ground
There's no hiding place down ground
Well, I run to the rocks and I hide my face
The rocks cried out, No hiding place
There's no hiding place down here

I'll pitch tent on the old camp ground
I'll pitch tent on the old camp ground
I'll pitch tent on the old camp ground
I'll give old Satan old more round
There's no hiding place down here

Oh, the devil, he wears a hypocrite's shoe
The devil, he wears a hypocrite's shoe
The devil wears hypocrite's shoe
If you don't watch, he'll slip it on you
There's no hiding place down here

Corrèque Et Réguyer
Composer(s): M. Hély; Paul Maye
Performer(s): Edith Piaf



Le grand Totor qu'est en ménage avec Totoche
Qui la filoche
Et la défend
C'est pas un mec à la mie d'pain, poisse à la manque
Qui fait sa planque
Comme un feignant
Comme un chef d'administration
Il organise la production
Le nécessaire et l'superflu
Tout est réglé, tout est prévu
Pendant les heur's d'exploitation
C'est pas un homme', c'est un démon
Mais, en dehors de ses fonctions
C'est pas un homme, c'est un mouton

Après l'boulot, si qu'elle veut faire des heures en plus
C'est son affaire et dans l'fond ça n'le r'garde plus
Comm' dit Totor, ça m'fait pas tort
Pour l'argent qu'ell' gagne au-dehors
On est d'accord, comm' dit Totor
Faut pas s'conduire comme un butor
Comm' dit Totor, j'y laisse le droit d'la dépenser
À volonté, d'la ramasser ou d'la placer
De s'tuyauter, d'boursicoter
D'ach'ter d'la rente ou du foncier
En suivant les cours financiers
Des charbonnages ou des aciers
J'ai pas l'droit d'y fourrer mon nez
Corrèque... Et Réguyer!

Pendant qu'les autres vont jouer l'pastis à la belote
Avec les potes
Dans les bistros
Totor contrôl' tout c'que la Totoche lui raconte
Et fait des comptes
Dans son bureau
Pour le resquillage et l'boni
Avant qu'elle parle il a compris
Y a rien à chiquer avec lui
C'est pas un homme, c'est un taxi
À moins d'erreur ou d'omission
À la première contestation
La machine à coller des j'tons
Est prête pour la distribution

Dans les affair's, quand on s'laiss'faire, on est foutu
Comm' dit Totor: Il faut d'abord, quand ça n'va plus
Y aller d'autor et taper fort
Mais un' fois qu'on a fait du sport
Comm' dit Totor, ce s'rait un tort
Que de s'conduir' comme un butor
Quand qu'c'est réglé, à quoi qu'ça sert d'êtr' rancunier
Comm' dit Totor, un' fois qu'il a la main tournée
Il lui coll' du taff'tas gommé
Et lui dit pour la consoler:
Blessée en servic' commandé
C'est un accident du métier...
Demain, t'iras pas travailler
Corrèque Et Réguyer!

Et malgré ça, y a des jours où qu' la môm' Totoche
Fait sa caboche
Et r'prend l'dessus
Ça fait qu'un soir a s'est fait voir avec Tatave
Et c'qu'est l'plus grave
Totor l'a su!
Comm' dit Totor, qu'on soy' bourgeois
Barbeau, prince ou n'importe quoi
Chacun son bien, chacun son dû
Sans ça la morale est foutue
C'qui fait qu'en sortant du restaur'
Tatav' s'est trouvé d'vant Totor
Qui y a dit, les yeux dans les yeux
On va régler ça tous les deux

Dans les affair's, quand on s'laiss' faire, on est foutu
Mais l'môm' Tatav' y a dit: Totor, j'te comprends pus
J'te jure, Totor, t'est dans mon tort
Avec la môm' j'ai pas d'remords
On est d'accord, et quand on a sort
J'y r'fil' cent ball's dans l'collidor
Alors Totor y a dit: j'ai rien à te r'procher
Tu vois, mon pot', si tu m'avais pas renseigné
On s'rait en train d's'entrelarder
Mais moi, j'pouvais pas l'deviner
Vu qu'a m'a jamais rien donné
Final'ment tu peux t'en aller
Mais c'est ell' qui va dérouiller
Corrèque Et Réguyer!

Running Scared
Composer(s): Roy Orbison - Joe Melson
First recording/First release by: Roy Orbison With Bob Moore's Orch. & Chorus - 1961
Covered by multiple other artists



Just running scared each place we go
So afraid that he might show
Yeah, running scared, what would I do
If he came back and wanted you

Just running scared, feeling low
Running scared, you love him so
Just running scared, afraid to lose
If he came back which one would you choose

Then all at once he was standing there
So sure of himself, his head in the air
My heart was breaking, which one would it be 
You turned around and walked away with me

There's No Easy Way
Composer(s): Barry Mann
Performer(s): James Ingram
and multiple other artists



I held her close to me
‘Cause I knew she’d break so easily
And then I told her
But I knew no matter how I tried to console her

She’d just do the best she could
But there are times the best is no damn good
And no matter how you try to be kind
There’s always still a part of you you leave behind

When it falls apart
There’s no easy way to break somebody’s heart

I lied and told her she’d be fine
Though we both knew that it was just a line
I had to do it
‘Cause I’d have said anything to help me get through it

Then she reached out for my hand
And her simple touch was more than I could stand
And I had to turn away ‘cause I knew
All the hurt that she was feeling I was feeling too

‘Cause when it falls apart
There’s no easy way to break somebody’s heart

She could’ve gotten angry and made me feel like a guilty child
But I realized that never was her style
I wanted her to hurt me and not treat me like a friend
I wanted her to say there’d be some day
I’d come crawling on my knees to ask her back again
But she acted like a lady till the end
Oh, what a lady

I thought that she’d break down
But she smiled at me and never made a sound
And I guess understood in her way
‘Cause her silence told me everything she could not say

When it falls apart
Well, there’s just no easy way 
There’s just no easy way
There’s no easy way to break somebody’s heart

Corrente
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque



Eu hoje fiz um samba bem pra frente
Dizendo realmente o que é que eu acho

Eu acho que o meu samba é uma corrente
E coerentemente assino embaixo

Hoje é preciso refletir um pouco
E ver que o samba está tomando jeito

Só mesmo embriagado ou muito louco
Pra contestar e pra botar defeito

Precisa ser muito sincero e claro
Pra confessar que andei sambando errado

Talvez precise até tomar na cara
Pra ver que o samba está bem melhorado

Tem mas é que ser bem cara de tacho
Não ver a multidão sambar contente

Isso me deixa triste e cabisbaixo
Por isso eu fiz um samba bem pra frente

Dizendo realmente o que é que eu acho
Eu acho que o meu samba é uma corrente

E coerentemente assino embaixo
Hoje é preciso refletir um pouco

E ver que o samba está tomando jeito
Só mesmo embriagado ou muito louco

Pra contestar e pra botar defeito
Precisa ser muito sincero e claro

Pra confessar que andei sambando errado
Talvez precise até tomar na cara

Pra ver que o samba está bem melhorado
Tem mas é que ser bem cara de tacho

Não ver a multidão sambar contente
Isso me deixa triste e cabisbaixo

Por isso eu fiz um samba bem pra frente
Dizendo realmente o que é que eu acho

Running On Empty
Composer(s): Jackson Browne
Performer(s): Jackson Browne



Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
Looking back at the years gone by
like so many summer fields
In sixty-five I was seventeen and running up one-o-one
I don't know where I'm running now, I'm just running on

Running on - running on empty
Running on - running blind
Running on - running into the sun
But I'm running behind

Gotta do what you can just to keep your love alive
Trying not to confuse it with what you do to survive
In sixty-nine I was twenty-one and I called the road my own
I don't know when that road turned onto the road I'm on

Running on - running on empty
Running on - running blind
Running on - running into the sun
But I'm running behind

Everyone I know, everywhere I go
People need some reason to believe
I don't know about anyone but me
If it takes all night, that'll be all right
If I can get you to smile before I leave

Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
I don't know how to tell you all just how crazy this life feels
I look around for the friends that I used to turn to to pull me through
Looking into their eyes I see them running too

Running on - running on empty
Running on - running blind
Running on - running into the sun
But I'm running behind

Honey you really tempt me
You know the way you look so kind
I'd love to stick around but I'm running behind
You know I don't even know what I'm hoping to find
Running into the sun but I'm running behind

A Man Chases A Girl (Until She Catches Him)
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
Performer(s): Donald O'Connor & Marilyn Monroe



A man chases a girl until she catches him
He runs after a girl until he's caught

He fishes for a girl until she's landed him
It all comes out exactly the way she thought

Uncertain, he tags along behind
Uncertain, till she makes up his mind

A man chases a girl until she catches him
But don't run too fast while you are saying "No"
And once you've caught him don't ever let him go

Corporal Clegg 
Composer(s): Roger Waters
First release by: Pink Floyd - 1968



Corporal Clegg had a wooden leg 
He won it in the war, in 1944 
Corporal Clegg had a medal too 
In orange, red, and blue 
He found it in the zoo
Dear, dear were they really sad for me? 
Dear, dear will they really laugh at me? 
Mrs. Clegg, you must be proud of him
Mrs. Clegg, another drop of gin
Corporal Clegg umbrella in the rain 
He's never been the same 
No one is to blame 
Corporal Clegg received his medal in a dream 
From Her Majesty the queen 
His boots were very clean
Mrs. Clegg, you must be proud of him 
Mrs. Clegg, another drop of gin