Todo Está Bien
Composer(s): Miguel Mateos
Performer(s): Zas



Todo está bien
así nos lo hemos creído
Uno puede pasear al perro
por la vereda soleada
Uno puede creer
que la libertad es un picnic
También se puede tener placer
en ver T.V. un sábado a la noche

Más de vos
más de mí
más de los que están allí

Uno puede encontrarse una lata en la calle
meter y sacar la mano sin temor a cortarse
Si uno y uno son dos
por qué lo ignora Dios

Todo está bien
después de todo, todo está bien
Todo está bien

Quisiera saber quién reparte el pan y el vino
qué enseñanza le podré dar a mi hijo
el hilo que aún me sostiene
se está a punto de romper

Uno puede pensar
que el mundo se arma para defenderse
pero de quién?
Uno puede amar la naturaleza
pero comer un buen churrasco cerca del río
Uno puede estar tan loco
como para mirarse en el espejo
y amarse de una vez por todas

Polución, frustración
congestión, represión
Qué suerte que te encuentro dormida
y que la música aún nos una

Todo está bien
después de todo, todo está bien
Todo está bien
A quién le importa ya si el mal o el bien existen
con tanta gente sola y que resiste
Si ellos lo dicen, todo está bien

Todo está bien
después de todo, todo está bien
Todo está bien
después de todo, todo está bien

I Dreamt I Dwelt In Marble Halls
Composer(s): Michael Balfe; Alfred Bunn; Michael McGlynn
Performer(s): Larry Clinton
and multiple other artists



I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls
With servant and slaves by my side
And of all who assembled within those great walls
That I was the hope and the pride
I had rubies to play with and money to count
My name was renowned with fame
But I also dreamt, which pleased me most
That you loved me still the same
That you loved me, you loved me still the same

I had rubies to play with and money to count
My name was renowned with fame
But I also dreamt, which pleased me most
That you loved me still the same
That you loved me, you loved me still the same

Jésus Christ
Composer(s): Philippe Labro; Eddie Vartan
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday



S'il existe encore aujourd'hui
Il doit vivre aux Etats-Unis
Il doit jouer de la guitare
Et coucher sur les bancs des gares
Il doit fumer de la marijane
Avec un regard bleu qui plane

Jésus, Jésus-Christ
Jésus-Christ est un hippie

Poncho mexicain sur le dos
Autour de son front, un bandeau
Il est barbu et chevelu
Il s'est battu à Chicago
Il aime les filles aux seins nus
Il est né à San Francisco

Jésus, Jésus-Christ
Jésus-Christ est un hippie

Dans les parcs et le long des docks
Il vit dans un sac de couchage
On n'arrête pas de l'arrêter
Pour délit de vagabondage
Au grand festival de Woodstock
C'est lui qui soignait les blessés

Jésus, Jésus-Christ
Jésus-Christ est un hippie

Son père s'appelait Jo, je crois
Sa mère s'appelait Mary, je crois
Il a trente-trois ans, je crois
Le FBI lui court après, je crois
Et s'ils arrivent à le coincer
Ils mettront notre ami en croix

Jésus, Jésus-Christ
Jésus-Christ est un hippie
Jésus-Christ est un hippie
Jésus-Christ est un hippie

Todo Es Sexo Por Dinero
Composer(s): Miguel Mateos
Performer(s): Miguel Mateos



Money and sex
Toni puso una ficha
en la máquina de placer
Bueno aquí estoy
Pide lo que quieras te lo doy
Solo tienes que elegir tu fantasía
de repente escucharás una melodía
y tu cuerpo flotará sin dolor

Sexo por dinero no
sexo por dinero

Money and sex
Te quedan tres minutos
en el juego esta vez
Toni admítelo
no hay nada más cercano al amor
Ya no podrás dominar tu emoción
deja que te invada mi sensación
olvida tu chica y entrégate

Sexo por dinero no
sexo por dinero

y si me amas compra otra ficha más
y si me amas compra otra ficha más
y si me amas...

Solo tienes que elegir tu fantasía
de repente escucharás una melodía
y tu cuerpo flotará sin dolor

Sexo por dinero no
sexo por dinero

I Dreamed Of A Hillbilly Heaven
Composer(s): Eddie Dean; Hal Sothern
Performer(s): Tex Ritter



(Wah, wah, wah, waaahhhh)
I dreamed I was there in hillbilly heaven
{Oh what a beautiful sight}

Last night I dreamed I went to hillbilly heaven 
And you know who greeted me at the gate? 
The ole cowboy-philosopher himself, Will Rogers 
He said to me, he said "Tex, the Big Boss of the riders up here has asked me to kinda show you around 
Now, over yonder are a couple of your ole compadres" 
My, was I glad to see them, Carson Robison and the Mississippi blue yodeler Jimmie Rodgers

I dreamed I was there in hillbilly heaven
{Oh what a beautiful sight}

He introduced me to Wiley Post, and he showed me the Hall of Fame with all the gold guitars and fiddles hanging on the walls 
Then he said, "Tex, step over this way, there are two more of your friends I know you'll want to see, they're waitin' for you" 
There they were standin' side by side and smilin' at me -- Hank Williams and Johnny Horton

I met all the stars in hillbilly heaven
{Oh what a star-studded night}

Then I asked him who else do you expect in the next, uh, say a hundred years? 
He handed me a large book covered with star dust 
Will called it the Big Tally Book 
In it were many names and each name was branded in pure gold 
I began to read some of them as I turned the pages: Red Foley, Ernest Tubb, Gene Autry, Roy Acuff 
Eddy Arnold, Tennessee Ernie, Jimmy Dean, Andy Griffith, Roy Rogers, Tex Ritter (Whaaaatttt???) Tex Ritter? 
Oh, well, that's when I woke up, and I'm sorry I did, because 

I dreamed I was there in hillbilly heaven
{Oh what a beautiful sight}

Jesus, Lover Of My Soul
Composer(s): Charles Wesley; S.B. Marsh
Performer(s): Henry "Rubberlegs" Williams



Jesus, lover of my soul
Let me to Thy bosom fly
While the nearer waters roll
While the tempest still is high
Hide me, O my Savior! hide
Till the storm of life be past
Safe into the haven guide
Oh! receive my soul at last!

Other refuge have I none
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee
Leave, ah! leave me not alone
Still support and comfort me!
All my trust on Thee is stayed
All my help from Thee I bring
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadows of Thy wing!

Todo Es Mentira
Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute



Me armé de corazas hasta los dientes
y de eso que llaman valor de héroe
Para no amainar el paso hacia una meta
en la que nunca me empeñé
Después de caer setecientas veces
logré que el contrario perdiera un poco el pie
y en vez de sentirme henchido por la hazaña
me preguntaba "porqué"
para responderme: no lo sé
Todo es mentira menos tú
y si lo fueras, te lo suplico, miénteme
bésame y dime: todo es mentira
menos tú
Me quise creer algunas promesas
que hablaban de cosas que había que cambiar
la fe, que era escasa, apenas tuvo tiempo
de acercarse a algún altar
Cambiaron las cosas pero al contrario
siguiendo las reglas del juego malabar
salieron de la chistera gatos rosas
grises, malvas, a cazar
al primer ratón dispuesto a hablar
Todo es mentira menos tú...
No sé que sentido tiene la vida
ni que coincidencia separa el bien del mal
no sé si este cuerpo que me encierra nace
de algo mas que un mineral
De lo que no tengo ninguna duda
es de que cometo el pecado original
cuando cada noche el cuerpo que me ofreces
no es una estatua de sal
sino del paraíso terrenal
Todo es mentira menos tú...

I Dreamed A Dream
Adapted from: J'avais Rêvé D'une Autre Vie - 1980
Composer(s): Claude-Michel Schonberg; Alain Boublil; Jean-Marc Natel; Herbert Kretzmer
Performer(s): Patti LuPone - 1986
Covered by multiple other artists



There was a time when men were kind
Their voices were soft
And their words inviting

There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And that song was exciting

There was a time, and it all went wrong

I dreamed a dream in days gone by
When hope was high and life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving

Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dream to shame

He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came

And still I dreamed he'd come to me
That we would live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be
So diff'rent from this hell I'm living
So diff'rent now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed

Jesus, It's Me Again
Composer(s): Dick Damron
Performer(s): Charley Pride;
and various other artists



Lately Lord, I almost feel like dyin'
Wake up like a child slowly cryin'
Sometimes Lord, I just can't keep from cryin'
I can't find the strength to carry on 

Jesus it's me again
Down on my knees again
Asking you please again
Reach out your hand

Jesus it's me again
Down on my knees again
Asking you please again
Reach out your hand

Time to time I try to find a reason
To talk to you from time to time before
But this time Lord 
Your Will is my command
And I know I just can't take it anymore

Jesus it's me again
Down on my knees again
Asking you please again
Reach out your hand

Jesus it's me again
Down on my knees again
Asking you please again
Reach out your hand

Reach out your hand

Todo El Mundo Quieto
Performer(s): Miguel Mateos



Me desperté eran casi las 6
me di vuelta y quise besarte los pies
di contra el suelo

Te fui a buscar en cada habitación
me di cuenta que ya no estabas allí
lo habías hecho de nuevo

Todo el mundo quieto
y nadie saldrá herido
devuélvanme a mi amor

Uno piensa que el amor es eterno
que todo consiste en un poco de mimos
palabras y juegos
todo es tan fugaz, todo es tan virtual
que lo que hoy vemos bien, mañana está mal
y lo desconocemos

Todo el mundo quieto
y nadie saldrá herido
devuélvanme a mi amor

Todo el mundo...
yo que creía ser tu perfecta droga
yo era tu daga y tu flor
devuélvanme a mi amor

Desayuné, saque el perro a pasear
me propuse olvidar por un rato
y todo, todo fue en vano

Empecé a correr
me subí a la torre más alta de ésta ciudad
y con fuego escribí con las manos

Todo el mundo quieto
y nadie saldrá herido
devuélvanme a mi amor
devuélvanme a mi amor
devuélvanme a mi amor...

I Dream Of You
Composer(s): Marjorie Goetschius; Edna Osser
Performer(s): Johnny Mathis
and multiple other artists



You're completely unaware, dear, that my heart is in your hand
So for love's sake won't you listen and try to understand?

I dream of you more than you dream I do
How can I prove to you this love is real?
You mean to me more than you mean to be
You just can't seem to see the way I feel

When I am close to you the world is far away
The words that fill my heart my lips can't seem to say

I want you so more than you'll ever know
More than you dream I do, I dream of you

I want you so more than you'll ever know
More than you dream I do, I dream of you

Jesus Was A Capricorn
Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson
Performer(s): Kris Kristofferson;
and various other artists



Jesus was a capricorn
He ate organic food
He believed in love and peace
And never wore no shoes

Long hair, beard and sandles
And a funky bunch of friends
Reckon we'd just nail him up
If he came down again

Chorus:
'cause everybody's gotta have somebody to look down on
Who they can feel better than at any time they please
Someone doin' somethin' dirty decent folks can frown on
If you can't find nobody else, then help yourself to me

Eggheads cussing rednecks cussing
Hippies for their hair
Others laugh at straights who laugh at
Freaks who laugh at squares

Some folks hate the whites
Who hate the blacks who hate the klan
Most of us hate anything that
We don't understand

Chorus

Todo Acabó
Composer(s): Fernando Z. Maldonado	
Performer(s): Javier Solís



Qué soledad ha dejado en mi alma tu amor
comprendiendo que no puede ser ni debe seguir así
Tanto vivir en tus brazos un mundo de amor
más la cruel realidad ya llegó y todo se terminó

Es inútil no te puedo hacer feliz
pues las leyes me lo exigen sin piedad
el destino se interpone entre tú y yo
triste verdad
Todo acabó, en mi pecho se ahogó mi penar
ya mi alma se muere sin ti y digo este adiós: amor

Es inútil no te puedo hacer feliz
pues las leyes me lo exigen sin piedad,
el destino se interpone entre tú y yo
triste verdad
Todo acabó, en mi pecho se ahogó mi penar
ya mi alma se muere sin ti y digo este adiós: amor

I Dream Of Jeannie With The Light Brown Hair (aka Jeanie With The Light Brown Hair)
Composer(s): Stephen Foster
Performer(s): Glenn Miller
and multiple other artists



I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair
Borne, like a vapor, on the summer air
I see her tripping where the bright streams play
Happy as the daisies that dance on her way

Many were the wild notes her merry voice would pour
Many were the blithe birds that warbled them o'er
Oh! I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair
Floating, like a vapor, on the soft, summer air

I long for Jeannie with the day dawn smile
Radiant in gladness, warm with winning guile
I hear her melodies, like joys gone by
Sighing round my heart o'er the fond hopes that die

Sighing like the night wind and sobbing like the rain
Wailing for the lost one that comes not again
Oh! I long for Jeannie, and my heart bows low
Never more to find her where the bright waters flow

I sigh for Jeannie, but her light form strayed
Far from the fond hearts round her native glade
Her smiles have vanished and her sweet songs flown
Flitting like the dreams that have cheered us and gone

Now the nodding wild flow'rs may wither on the shore
While her gentle fingers will cull them no more
Oh! I sigh for Jeannie with the light brown hair
Floating like a vapor, on the soft summer air

Jesus Walked That Lonesome Valley
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Elvis Presley; Andy Griffith



You've got to walk that lonesome valley
Well you gotta go by yourself
Well there ain't nobody else gonna go there for you
You gotta go there by yourself

Now mother walked that lonesome valley
Now mother walked, she walked it by herself
Well there ain't nobody else could ever walk it for her
She had to walk it, she had to walk it by herself

You've got to walk that lonesome valley
Well you gotta go by yourself
Well there ain't nobody else gonna go there for you
You gotta go there by yourself

Now father walked that lonesome valley
Now father walked it, he walked it by himself
Nobody else could walk it for him
Well he had to walk it, he had to walk it by himself

You've got to walk that lonesome valley
Well you gotta go by yourself
Well there ain't nobody else gonna go there for you
You gotta go there by yourself

Now John was a baptist
He was some folk say he was a Jew
He wrote that holy holy bible
The bible tells you, it plainly tells you
That he was, that he was a preacher too

You've got to walk that lonesome valley
Well you gotta go by yourself
Well there ain't nobody else gonna go there for you
You gotta go there by yourself

You've got to walk that lonesome valley
Well you gotta go by yourself
Well there ain't nobody else gonna go there for you
You gotta go there by yourself

Todo A Pulmón
Composer(s): Alejandro Lerner
Performer(s): Alejandro Lerner
and multiple other artists



Que difícil se me hace
mantenerme en este viaje 
sin saber a dónde voy en realidad 
si es de ida o de vuelta 
si el furgón es la primera 
si volver es una forma de llegar

Que difícil se me hace
cargar todo este equipaje
se hace dura la subida al caminar
esta realidad tirana 
que se ríe a carcajadas
porque espera que me canse de buscar

Cada nota cada idea 
cada paso en mi carrera
y la estrofa de mi última canción
cada fecha postergada
la salida y la llegada
y el oxígeno de mi respiración
y todo a pulmón todo a pulmón

Que difícil se me hace
mantenerme con coraje
lejos de la transa y la prostitución
Defender mi ideología 
buena o mala pero mía
tan humana como la contradicción

Que difícil se me hace
seguir pagando el peaje
de esta ruta de locura y ambición 
un amigo en la carrera 
una luz y una escalera
y la fuerza de hacer todo a pulmón 

I Dream Of Brownie With The Light Blue Jeans
Composer(s): Stephen Foster; Sol Meyer; Spike Jones
Performer(s): Spike Jones



I dream of Brownie with the light blue jeans
She is as sweet as liquorice jelly beans
I dream of Brownie and with passion I burn
For of all the smiles I've seen there's none like her'n
When my nights are lonely and go from bad to worse
Brownie sings to me and I thrill to her verse
She makes me happy and she makes me feel merrier
Brownie is my favour-ite black haired terrier

I love Brownie better than Jeannie, Jeannie
I love Brownie better than
Jeannie without the hair
I will not forget, forget the night I called
I looked for Jeannie's light brown hair
And found that she was bald

I dream of Jeannie with the (pop, whistle & cow bell)
She is so (pop) that I could almost (car horn)
I dream of Jeannie with the (pop, whistle & cow bell)
Ev'ry time I look at her I (grunt, grunt, grunt)
Ev'ry time I (gunshot) her, I could almost (car horn)
Ev'ry time I (gunshot) her, I (gil-ulp, gil-ulp, gulp)
I dream of Jeannie with the (bell, ascending whistle, Neigh)
Jeannie is my queenie, for I love her so

Jesus The Missing Years
Composer(s): John Prine
Performer(s): John Prine



It was raining it was cold 
West Bethlehem was no place for a twelve year old 
So he packed his bags and he headed out 
To find out what the world's about 
He went to France he went to Spain 
He found love he found pain 
He found stores so he started to shop 
But he had no money so he got in trouble with a cop 

Kids in trouble wiht the cops from Israel didn't have no home 
So he cut his hair and moved to Rome 
It was there he met his Irish bride 
And they rented a flat on the lower east side 
Of Rome 
Italy that is 
Music publishers, book binders, bible belters
Swimming pools, orgies and lots of pretty Italian chicks 

Charley bought some popcorn 
Billy bought a car 
Someone almost bought the farm 
But they didn't go that far 
Things shut down at midnight 
At least around here they do 
Cause we all reside down the block inside 
At 23 skidoo 

Wine was flowing so were beers 
So Jesus found his missing years 
He went to a dance and said, "This don't move me" 
So he hiked up his pants and he went to a movie 
On his thirteenth birthday he saw 'Rebel Without a Cause' 
He went straight on home and invented Santa Claus 
Who gave him a gift 
And he responded in kind 
He gave the gift of love and went out of his mind 

You see him and the wife wasn't getting along 
So he took out his guitar and he wrote a song 
Called 'The Dove Of Love Fell Off The Perch' 
But he couldn't get divorced in the Catholic Church 
At least not back then anyhow 
Jesus was a good guy he didn't need this shit 
So he took a pill with a Coca-Cola and he swallowed it 
He discovered the Beatles 
He recorded with the Stones 
Once he even opened up a three way package 
For old George Jones 

The years passed by like sweet little days 
With babies crying pork chops and Beaujolais 
When he woke up he was seventeen 
The world was angry the world was mean 
Why the man down the street and the kid on the stoop 
All agreed that life stank all the world smelled like poop 
Baby poop that is the worst kind 

So he grew his hair long and threw away his comb 
And headed back to Jerusalem to find mom, dad and home 
But when he got there the cupboard was bare 
Except for an old black man with a fishing rod 
He said, "Whatcha gonna be when you grow up?" 
Jesus said "God" 
Oh my God what have I gotten myself into? 
I'm a human corkscrew and all my wine is blood 
They're gonna kill me Mama, they don't like me Bud 

So Jesus went to heaven and he went there awful quick 
All them people killed him and He wasn't even sick 
So come and gather around me my contemporary peers 
And I'll tell you all the story 
Of Jesus ... the missing years

Todo A Mi Favor
Composer(s): Adrian Abonizio
Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto



Siempre preocupado, como sin destino
igual que un marinero recién embarcado
siento como cantan el Ave María
las viejas del barrio allá en las casillas
cara de ladrón, ropa muy antigua
como un extranjero en su propia quinta
abre la ventana la rubia lijera
pero ella solo invita a los que tienen tela
perdedor por muchas cabezas
ganador de la sutileza
mientras que otros persiguen el oro
solo me contendo por durar un poco
sé que esta no es forma ni filosofía
solo la defensa de mi pobre vida
tengo esperanzas, no las pierdo
porque soy un ganador
pero creo que este año me irá peor
Por eso la otra tarde
con ánimo de lucha
yo me fuí p'al centro como quien disfruta
pero en el 59 aunque iba muy atento
una mano amiga me rapiñó el vento
no importa me dijo, vamos pa' adelante
sin tener en cuenta que andaba cesante
y por andar pensando en esas cosas distraído
no vi ni la sombra de ese colectivo
Perdedor por muchas cabezas
ganador de la sutileza
mientras que los otros persiguen el oro
solo me contento por durar un poco
sé que esta no es forma ni filosofía
solo la defensa cuando estaba en vida
ahora vivo en una nube que no para de llover
pago al día mis impuestos más el alquiler
los diarios de aquí arriba son todos oficialistas
traen las hojas en blanco con la cara del barbita
aquí arriba se comenta 
que hasta el cielo está empeñado
que levanten ese muerto, San Pedro y sus asociados
tengo esperanza, no las pierdo 
porque soy un ganador
pero creo que este año me irá peor

I Dream In The Arms Of My Darling
Composer(s): Box; Cox
Performer(s): Rita Williams



I dream in the arms of my darling
When the toil of the long day is through
And there in the arms of my darling
All my cares fade away in the blue
I find perfect peace with my loved one
We meet at the close of each day
I dream in the arms of my darling
Though you’re ever so far away

I dream in the arms of my darling
Though you’re ever so far away