Amazing Journey
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
Performer(s): The Who



Deaf Dumb and blind boy
He's in a quiet vibration land
Strange as it seems his musical dreams
Ain't quite so bad

Ten years old
With thoughts as bold as thought can be
Loving life and becoming wise
In simplicity

Sickness will surely take the mind
Where minds can't usually go
Come on the amazing journey
And learn all you should know

A vague haze of delerium
creeps up on me
All at once a tall stranger I suddenly see
He's dressed in a silver sparked
Glittering gown
And His golden beard flows
Nearly down to the ground

Nothing to say and nothing to hear
And nothing to see
Each sensation makes a note in my symphony

Sickness will surely take the mind
Where minds can't usually go
Come on the amazing journey
And learn all you should know

His eyes are the eyes that
Transmit all they know
Sparkle warm crystalline glances to show
That he is your leader
And he is your guide
On the amazing journey together you'll ride

I Got A Right To Sing The Blues
Composer(s): Harold Arlen; Ted Koehler
Performer(s): Billie Holiday
and multiple other artists



I got a right to sing the blues
I got a right to feel low down
I got a right to hang around
Down around the river
A certain man in this old town
Keeps draggin’ my poor heart around
All I see for me
Is misery
I got a right to sing the blues
I got a right to moan and sigh
I got a right to sit and cry
Down around the river
I know the deep blue sea
Will soon be callin’ me
It must be love
Say what you choose
I got a right to sing the blues

Joe Meek
Composer(s): Eric Goulden
Performer(s): Eric Goulden



On the second floor of number 304
Above a handbag store and the heavy roar
Of traffic rolling down the Holloway Road
A one-time bedroom housed the studio
Of Joe Meek

Where he conjured with the sound of another world
That Tin-Pan-Alley thought was to absurd
But miles of wire and recording tape
Brought fortune fame and no escape
For Joe Meek

As he stirred up the sound of a hurricane
Joe Meek called upon forces from beyond the grave
Joe Meek suffered alone for his madness and pain
These were the only rewards that the hit parade
Held in store for Joe Meek

The talented, the hopeful, the hopeless and just plain
Star-struck climbed the stairs up to the birthplace
Of the hits in search of three minutes of eternity
In the home-made sound laboratory of Joe Meek
Where he stirred up the sound of a hurricane
Joe Meek called upon forces from beyond the grave
Joe Meek suffered alone for his madness and pain
These were the only rewards that the hit parade
Held in store for Joe Meek ..

1921
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
Performer(s): The Who



Lover:
I've got a feeling twenty-one is going to be a good year
Especially if you and me see it in together

Father:
So you think 21 is going to be a good year
It could be good for me and her, but you and her - no never!
I had no reason to be over optimistic, but somehow when you smiled
I could brave bad weather

Mother:
What about the boy?
What about the boy?
What about the boy?
He saw it all!

Mother & Father: 
You didn't hear it, you didn't see it
You won't say nothing to no one, ever in your life
You never heard it
Oh how absurd it all seems without any proof
You didn't hear it, you didn't see it
You never heard it, not a word of it
You won't say nothing to no one
Never tell a soul what you know is the Truth

I Got A Name
Composer(s): Charles Fox; Norman Gimbel
Performer(s): Jim Croce
and multiple other artists



Like the pine trees lining the winding road
I've got a name; I've got a name
Like the singing bird and the croaking toad
I've got a name; I've got a name
And I carry it with me like my daddy did
But I'm living the dream that he kept hid
Movin' me down the highway
Rollin' me down the highway
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by

Like the north wind whistlin' down the sky
I've got a song; I've got a song
Like the whippoorwill and the baby's cry
I've got a song; I've got a song
And I carry it with me and I sing it loud
If it gets me nowhere, I'll go there proud
Movin' me down the highway
Rollin' me down the highway
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by

And I'm gonna go there free
Like the fool I am and I'll always be
I've got a dream; I've got a dream
They can change their minds but they can't change me
I've got a dream; I've got a dream
Oh, I know I could share it if you want me to
If you're going my way, I'll go with you
Movin' me down the highway
Rollin' me down the highway
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by

Joe Macho
Performer(s): Joe Dassin



Le grand Joe Macho, un loup solitaire
Était toujours en galère
Et quand il sortait chasser la femelle
On entendait son cri sensuel

Ah ououou ou-ou-ou
Ah ououou ou-ou-ou
J'ai mon fusil à six coups
Aou Aou Aou...

La jolie Marie avait le feu aux reins
Son mari était marin
Quand elle a vu Joe entrer dans sa chambre
La mignonne a planqué son alliance

Ah ououou ou-ou-oui
Jailli ce cri dans la nuit
Joe est revenu souvent
Et puis un soir on frappe au plus mauvais moment

"Ciel, mon mari!" a crié Marie
Qui etait physionomiste
Il lui a dit: "J'te croyait fidèle"
Elle répondit: "Je le croyais aussi"

"Joe pas un geste ou tu meurs!"
Dit le trompé au trompeur
Maintenant tu vas payer
Il visait bas, il l'a touché au pied

Alors Joe a filé dans le noir
Nu comme un vers, boîtant comme un canard
Et toute la ville l'a entendu pousser
Ce cri déchirant du chien blessé

Ah ououou ou-ou-ou
"J'etait prévenu après tout
Marie m'avait bien juré
Que son mari ne savait pas tirer"

It's A Boy
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
Performer(s): The Who



Nurse :
It's a boy Mrs. Walker, it's a boy 
It's a boy Mrs. Walker, it's a boy

A son!
A son!
A son!

I Got A Mind To Give Up Living
(Traditional)
Performer(s): The Paul Butterfield Blues Band



I've got a mind to give up living, and go shopping instead
I've got a mind to give up living, and go shopping instead
Pick me up a tombstone, and be pronounced dead

Well, I read your letter this morning, that was on your place in bed
Oh, when I read your letter this morning, that was on your place in bed
That's when I decided that I'd be better off dead
Oh, yeah!

When I read your letter this morning, that was on your place in bed
Yes, when I read your letter this morning, that was on your place in bed
That's when I had decided that I'd be better off dead

It read, "There is no use looking or ever hoping, or ever hoping to get me back"
"Oh, no use looking, baby or ever hoping to get me back
Because it's all over now and, baby, you can bet on that"
Oh, yeah!

Joe Hill
Composer(s): Phil Ochs
Performer(s): Phil Ochs; Billy Bragg



Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores
Looking for some work to do
And the Statue of Liberty waved him by
As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill
As Joe come a sailing through.

Oh his clothes were coarse and his hopes were high
As he headed for the promised land
And it took a few weeks on the out-of-work streets
Before he began to understand
Before he began to understand

And Joe got hired by a bowery bar
sweeping up the saloon
As his rag would sail over the baroom rail
Sounded like he whistled on a tune
You could almost hear him whistling on a tune

And Joe rolled on from job to job
From the docks to the railroad line
And no matter how hungry the hand that wrote
In his letters he was always doing fine
In his letters he was always doing fine

Oh, the years went by like the sun goin' down
slowly turn the page
And when Joe looked back at the sweat upon his tracks
He had nothing to show but his age
He had nothing to show but his age

So he headed out for the California shore
There things were just as bad
So he joined the Industrial Workers of the World
'Cause, The union was the only friend he had
'Cause, The union was the only friend he had

Now the strikes were bloody and the strikes were black
as hard as they were long
In the dark of night Joe would stay awake and write 
In the morning he would raise them with a song
In the morning he would raise them with a song

And he wrote his words to the tunes of the day
To be passed along the union vine
And the strikes were led and the songs were spread
And Joe Hill was always on the line
Yes Joe Hill was always on the line

Now in Salt Lake City a murder was made
There was hardly a clue to find
Oh, the proof was poor, but the sheriff was sure
Joe was the killer of the crime
That Joe was the killer of the crime

Joe raised his hands but they shot him down
he had nothing but guilt to give
It's a doctor I need and they left him to bleed
He made it 'cause he had the will to live
Yes, He made it 'cause he had the will to live

Then the trial was held in a building of wood
And there the killer would be named
And the days weighed more than the cold copper ore
Cause he feared that he was being framed
Cause he found out that he was being framed

Oh, strange are the ways of western law
Strange are the ways of fate
For the government crawled to the mine owner's call
That the judge was appointed by the state
Yes, The judge was appointed by the state

Oh, Utah justice can be had
But not for a union man
And Joe was warned by summer early morn
That there'd be one less singer in the land
There'd be one less singer in the land

Now William Spry was Governor Spry
And a life was his to hold
On the last appeal, fell a governor's tear
May the lord have mercy on your soul
May the lord have mercy on your soul

Even President Wilson held up the day
But even he would fail
For nobody heard the soul searching words
Of the soul in the Salt Lake City jail
Of the soul in the Salt Lake City jail

For 36 years he lived out his days
And he more than played his part
For his songs that he made, he was carefully paid
With a rifle bullet buried in his heart
With a rifle bullet buried in his heart

Yes, they lined Joe Hill up against the wall
Blindfold over his eyes
It's the life of a rebel that he chose to live
It's the death of a rebel that he died
It's the death of a rebel that he died

Now some say Joe was guilty as charged
And some say he wasn't even there
And I guess nobody will ever know
'Cause the court records all disappeared
'Cause the court records all disappeared

Say wherever you go in this fair land
In every union hall
In the dusty dark these words are marked
In between all the cracks upon the wall
In between all the cracks upon the wall

It's the very last line that Joe Will wrote
When he knew that his days were through
"Boys, this is my last and final will
Good luck to all of you
Good luck to all of you"

Tommy (Overture)
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
Performer(s): The Who



Captain Walker
didn't come home
His unborn child
will never know him
Believe him missing
with a number of men
Don't expect
to see him again

I Got A Line On You
Composer(s): Randy California
First release by: Spirit - 1968
Covered by multiple other artists



Let me take you baby, down to the river bed
Got to tell you somethin', go right to your head
Cause I got a line on you, babe
I got a line on you
Gotta put your arms around me
With every bit of your love
If you know what to do, I'll make love to you 
'Cause you got the right line to make it through these times
I got a line on you babe
I got a line on you babe
I got a line on you babe
I got a line on you
I got a line on you babe
You know my winter's almost over
My summer, she's comin' on strong
I can love you, love you, love you
Love you all year long
I got a line on you babe
I got a line on you
I got a line on you babe
I got a line on you
I got a line on you babe

Joe Fabulous
Composer(s): Paul Rodgers
Performer(s): Bad Company



Don't play my music on MTV
Play it on the radio
We are the street kings and we don't care
Yeah, we really don't wanna know

I'm Joe Fabulous
Life is my school
Joe Fabulous
And we are the Merchants of Cool

We do our thing
We believe in no sin
We are beyond your control
If you look closely
You'll find that they're mostly
Machines looking for a soul

I'm Joe Fabulous
Life is my school
The next Joe Fabulous
And we are the Merchants of Cool

We aim to analyze
Everything you say and do
So we can sell it back to you

Joe Fabulous
Life is my school
Joe Fabulous
And we are the Merchants of Cool

There are no nations
Just large corporations
Flying the flag of the day
From dawn of creation
To civilisation
Please, don't take my music away

Joe Fabulous
Life is my school
Joe Fabulous
Play by my rules
Joe Fabulous
And we are the Merchants of Cool

That's all

Bye bye everybody

Goodbye

Tombstone Shadow
((Finnish Version: Hautakiven Varjo (Kari Peitsamo Revival) - 1982))
Composer(s): John Fogerty
First release: Creedence Clearwater Revival - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists



Tombstone Shadow, stretching across my path
Tombstone Shadow, stretching across my path
every time I get some good news 
Ooh
There's a shadow on my back

Saw the gypsy man, 'way down in San Berdoo
Said, I saw the gypsy man, 'way down in San Berdoo
Five dollars on the table 
Ooh
Keep me 'way from my tomb
Oh! Oh! 

Said I got thirteen months of bad luck, bound to be some pain
Don't you do no travelling
Fly in no machines
Tombstone Shadow, stretching across my path
Every time I get some good news 
Ooh
There's a shadow on my back

The man gave me a luck charm 
Cost five dollars more
Said, "Put some on your pillow, and put some on your door"
He said, "Take a long vacation 
Ooh
For thirteen months or more"
Oh, Lord! 

Tombstone Shadow, stretching across my path
Tombstone Shadow, stretching across my path
every time I get some good news 
Ooh
There's a shadow on my back

Oh, oh, lord!
Oh, Lord!

(I've Got a Gal In) Kalamazoo
Composer(s): Mack Gordon; Harry Warren
Performer(s): Glenn Miller Orchestra
and multiple other artists



A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H
I got a gal in Kalamazoo
Don’t want to boast but I know she’s the toast of Kalamazoo
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)

Years have gone by, my my how she grew
I liked her looks when I carried her books in Kalamazoo 
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)

I'm gonna send a wire, hoppin' on a flyer, leavin' today"
Am I dreamin’? I can hear her screamin’
"Hiya, Mr. Jackson"
Everything’s OK, A-L-A-M-A-Z-O

Oh, what a gal, a real pipperoo
I’ll make my bid for that freckle-faced kid I’m hurryin’ to
I’m goin’ to Michigan to see the sweetest gal in Kalamazoo
(Zoo, zoo)
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, Kalamazoo)
K (K)
A (A)
L-A-M-A-Z-O
(Oh, oh, oh, oh what a gal, a real pipperoo)
(We’re goin’ to Michigan to see the sweetest gal in Kalamazoo)
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)
(Kalamazoo!!)

Joe Bowers
Performer(s): Walter Vaughn



My name it tis Joe Bowers
I have a brother Ike
I came from old Missouri
And all th way from Pike 

I'll tell you why I came here
And why I came to roam
To leave my dear old mother
So far away from home 

I used to court a gal there
Whose name was Sally Black
I asked her if she'd marry me
She said, it was a whack 

She said to me, Joe Bowers
You are the man to win
Here's a kiss to bind th bargin
An' she hooves a dozen in 

I said to her, dear Sally
O, Sally for your sake
I'll go to California
And try to make a stake 

Says, she to me, Joe Bowers
Before we hitch for life
You ought to get a little home
To keep your little wife 

I went to California
Put in my biggest licks
Went down upon th boulders
Just like a thousand bricks 

I worked both late an' early
In rain and sun and snow
I was working for my Sally
It was all th same to Joe 

At length, I got a letter
From my dear brother Ike
It came from old Missouri
And all th way from Pike 

It brought to me, the darndest news
That ever I did hear
My heart was almost bursting
Was almost in despair 

It says, that Sal was false to me
Her love to me had fled
She got married to a butcher
And th butchers hair was red 

And more than that, the letter said
Enough to make you swear
That Sally had a baby
And the baby had red hair

A Tombstone Every Mile
Composer(s): Dan Fulkerson
Performer(s): Dick Curless
and multiple other artists



All you big and burly men who roll the trucks along
Better listen, you'll be thankful when you hear my song
You have really got it made, if you're haulin' goods
Anyplace on earth but those Hainesville Woods

It's a stretch of road up north in Maine
That's never, ever, ever seen a smile
If they buried all the truckers lost in them Woods
There'd be a tombstone every mile
Count 'em off, there'd be a tombstone every mile

When you're loaded with potatoes and you're headed down
You've gotta drive the Woods to get to Boston town
When it's winter up in Maine, better check it over twice
That Hainesville road is just a ribbon of ice

It's a stretch of road up north in Maine
That's never, ever, ever seen a smile
If they buried all the truckers lost in them Woods
There'd be a tombstone every mile
Count 'em off, there'd be a tombstone every mile

When you're talkin' to a trucker that's been haulin' goods
Down that stretch of road in Maine they call the Hainesville Woods
He'll tell you that dying and goin' down below
Won't be half as bad as driving on that road of ice and snow

It's a stretch of road up north in Maine
That's never, ever, ever seen a smile
If they buried all the truckers lost in them Woods
There'd be a tombstone every mile
Count 'em off, there'd be a tombstone every mile

I Go To Rio
Composer(s): Peter Allen; Adrienne Anderson
Performer(s): Peter Allen - 1976
Covered by multiple other artists

Titles In Other Languages:
1977 - Je Vais À Rio
1997 - Rio



When my baby
When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio
de Janeiro
My-oh-me-oh
I go wild and then I have to do the Samba 
And La Bamba
Now I'm not the kind of person
With a passionate persuasion for dancin' 
Or roma-ancin'
But I give in to the rhythm 
And my feet follow the beatin' of my hear-eart

Woh-ho-oh-oh, when my baby
When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio
de Janeiro
I'm a Salsa fellow
When my baby smiles at me 
The sun'll lightens up my li-ife
And I am free at last, what a blast

Woh-ho-oh-oh, when my baby
When my baby smiles at me
I feel like Tarzan, of the Jungle
There on the hot sand
And in a bungalow while monkeys play above-a, 
We-ee make love-a
Now I'm not the type to let vibrations (Rio...)
Trigger my imagination easily (Rio...)
You know that's just not me
But I turn into a tiger (Rio...)
Everytime I get beside the - one I love (Rio...)
Woh, oh, woh, woh-oh..., Rio... - Rio...
Yeah Ugh - Rio... - Ugh

Woh-ho-oh-oh, when my ba-a-aby (when my baby)
When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio (Rio...)
de Janeiro
I'm a Salsa fellow-ow
When my baby smiles at me 
The sun'll lightens u-up my li-ife
And I am free at last, what a blast

When my baby (when my baby)
When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio (Rio...)
That's when I go to Rio (Rio)
Rio - Rio de Janeir-eiro
Rio... Rio.... Rio... 

Joe Bean
Composer(s): Bud Freeman; Leon Pober
Performer(s): Johnny Cash



Well they're hangin' Joe Bean this mornin' 
for killin' a man in Arkansas
Funny thing about it Joe Bean never even heard of the man
In fact Joe Bean never has been to Arkansas
And to top that all today is Joe Bean's 20th birthday
See where the gallows stand Joe Bean see where the gallows stand
Just twenty short years from the day you were born you'll die by the hangman's hand

They're hangin' Joe Bean this mornin' for a shootin' that he never did
He killed twenty men by the time he was ten he was an unruly kid
But they're hangin' Joe Bean for the one shootin' that he never did
See through the prison bars Joe Bean see where the gallows stand
Just twenty short years from the day you were born you'll die by the hangman's hand

Well your mother's in capitol city asking Governor Simms for a stay
And it's really hard on her cause she knows
Where you were on that particular day
You were workin' Joe Bean hard workin' robbing the Santa Fe
Well the telegraph wires're hummin' hear the Governor's words come through
I can't set you free cause it's not up to me but this much Joe Bean 
I'll do
I'll join your mother in extending birthday greetings to you
Happy birthday Joe Bean 
Happy birthday Joe Bean
Happy birthday dear Joe 
Happy birthday to you

Tombé Pour La France
Composer(s): Étienne Daho - Arnold Turboust
First release: Étienne Daho - 1986



Be bop, pieds nus sous la lune
Sans foi ni toit ni fortune 
Je passe mon temps à faire n’importe quoi 
Sur les pistes, noires de préférence
Quand le démon de la danse 
Me prend le corps, je fais n’importe quoi 
J’en sais rien 

Dum di la, je m’étourdis, ça ne suffit pas 
A m’faire oublier que t’es plus là 
J’ai gardé cette photo sur moi, ce photomaton que t’aimais pas 
Si tu r’viens, n’attends pas qu’au bout d’une corde mon corps balance 

Be bop, pieds nus sous la lune
Sans foi ni toi ni personne 
Je crois bien que j’f’rais n’importe quoi 
Pour te voir cinq minutes encore 
A Sables d’or, près des dunes 
Je te raconterai n’importe quoi 
Ce sera bien 

Dum di la, je m’étourdis, ça ne suffit pas 
A m’faire oublier que t’es plus là 
J’ai gardé cette photo sur moi, ce photomaton que t’aimais pas 
Si tu r’viens, n’attends pas que je sois tombé pour la France 

Pour te voir cinq minutes encore 
A Sables d’or, près des dunes
Je te raconterai n’importe quoi 
Ce sera bien 

Dum di la, je m’étourdis, ça ne suffit pas 
A m’faire oublier que t’es plus là 
J’ai gardé cette photo sur moi, ce photomaton que t’aimais pas 
Si tu r’viens, n’attends pas que je sois tombé pour la France 

I Go To Pieces
Italian Title: Il Mare Non Racconta Mai - 1967
Composer(s): Del Shannon
First release by: Peter & Gordon - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists



When I see her comin' down the street
I get so shaky and I feel so weak
I tell my eyes look the other way
But they don't seem to hear a word I say

And I, go to pieces and I wanna hide
Go to pieces and I almost die
Everytime my baby passes by

I tell my arms they'll hold someone new
Another love that will be true
But they don't listen, they don't seem to care
They reach for her but she's not there

And I, go to pieces and I wanna hide
Go to pieces and I almost die
Everytime my baby passes by

I remember what she said when she said
"Goodbye baby. We'll meet again soon maybe"
"But until we do, all my best to you"
I'm so lonely, I think about her only

I go to places we used to go
But I know she'll never show
She hurt me so much inside
Now I hope she's satisfied

And I, go to pieces and I wanna hide
Go to pieces and I almost die
Everytime my baby passes by
Go to pieces and I cry
Everytime my baby passes by
Go to pieces and I cry