Beautiful Isle Of Somewhere
Composer(s): John Fearis - Jessie Pounds
Performer(s): Jimmy Dean
and multiple other artists



Somewhere the sun is shining
Ssomewhere the songbirds dwell
Hush then your sad repining
God lives and all is well

Somewhere, somewhere
Beautiful isle of somewhere
Land of the truth where we live anew
Beautiful isle of somewhere

Somewhere the load is lifted
Close by an open gate
Somewhere the clouds are rifted
Somewhere the angels wait

Somewhere, somewhere
Beautiful isle of somewhere
Land of the truth where we live anew
Beautiful isle of somewhere

Planeó
Performer(s): Pablo Guerrero



Vio secarse el sudor de sus sábanas
y apagarse poco a poco su candil
Planeó una huida despacio, lentamente
para una noche, por ejemplo en abril

Ahorcaría su corbata y dejaría colgado
su horario en la pared
Y esa tela de araña que se metió en su frente
le dejaría, posiblemente, de doler

Tenía ganas de luchar... yo que sé
de hacerse una remuda en el alma cualquier sábado
y emprender una vida tan bella como cien
televisores apagados

Ella tenía un libro abierto entre las manos
y la mirada prendida entre dos páginas
El reloj daba la hora por costumbre
y no pasaba nada, nunca nada

"Ya sé, mujer, nos preocupan los niños
el colegio, los plazos, la casa en el campo"
y se hundía en el sillón, sintiéndose vencido
como letras de cambio

This World Is Not My Home
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Carl Smith
and multiple other artists



This world is not my home, I'm just a-passin' through
My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue
The angels beckon me from Heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore

Oh Lord, you know I have no friend like you
If Heaven's not my home, then Lord what will I do
The angels beckon me from Heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore

They're all expecting me and that's one thing I know
My Saviour pardoned me and now I onward go
I know he'll take me through, though I am weak and poor
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore

Oh Lord, you know I have no friend like you
If Heaven's not my home, then Lord what will I do
The angels beckon me from Heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore

I have a loving Mother just over in Gloryland
And I don't expect to stop until I shake her hand
She's waiting now for me in Heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore

Oh Lord, you know I have no friend like you
If Heaven's not my home, then Lord what will I do
The angels beckon me from Heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore

Just over in Gloryland we'll live eternally
The saints on every hand are shouting victory
Their songs of sweetest praise drift back from Heaven's shore
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore

Oh Lord, you know I have no friend like you
If Heaven's not my home, then Lord what will I do
The angels beckon me from Heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore

Plan B
Composer(s): Jimmy Paterson; Kevin Rowland
Performer(s): Dexys Midnight Runners



You've always been searching for something
But everything seems so so-so
Tightly close your eyes
Hold out your hand
We'll make a stand
Forget their plans
and their demands

Plan B
They're testing you - but don't worry

Plan B
This week I'm strong enough for two
I'm coming
I'm running
I'm burning
I wouldn't sell you anything
It starts off just joking
and then they stop talking to you
and that's the worst thing of all
The worst thing of all
Whispers more than loud enough
Try to make you feel not good enough
Try this
Don't believe your eyes
Hold out your hand
We'll make a stand
Forget their plans
and their demands

Plan B
Bill Withers was good to me

Plan B
Pretend I'm Bill and lean on me
I'm coming
I'm running
I'm burning
I wouldn't sell you anything

Plan B
Hold on to me

Plan B
No don't be nervous 
Just trust in me
I'm coming
I'm running
I'm burning
I wouldn't sell you anything

Sleep Warm
Composer(s): Lew Spence; Alan Bergman; Marilyn Bergman
First recording/First release by: Frank Sinatra - 1958
Covered by multiple other artists



Sleep warm, sleep tight, when you turn off the light
Sleep warm, sleep well, my love
Rest your head on your pillow, what a lucky pillow
Close to you, so close to you all night
Sleep warm, sleep well, let dreams within you dwell
Sweet dreams of me, my love
Close your eyes now and kiss me, and whisper you miss me
Sleep tight, sleep well, sleep warm

Plaisir D'amour ((aka Comment Ne Pas Être Amoureux De Vous (by Dave) - 1978))
((Adapted from: Plaisir D’amour Ne Dure Qu’un Moment... (by Jean-Pierre Claris de Florian) - 1784 and
Romance (by Jean-Paul Egide Martini) - 1785))
Composer(s): Jean-Pierre Claris de Florian - Jean-Paul Egide Martini -
Performer(s): Hector Berlioz - 1859 (instrumental)  - Yvonne Printemps - 1931
and multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
18th Century - The Joys Of Love (by Richard Dyer-Bennett)
1961 - Can't Help Falling In Love (by Elvis Presley)
1992 - Heel Dicht Bij Jou, Mijn Lief (by Dirk Blanchart)
1997 - Kan er niets aan doen (by Frank Boeijen)



Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment
Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie
J'ai tout quitté pour l'ingrate Sylvie
Elle me quitte et prend un autre amant
Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment
Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie
Tant que cette eau coulera doucement
Vers ce ruisseau qui borde la prairie
Je t'aimerai, me répétait Sylvie
L'eau coule encore, elle a changé pourtant
Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment
Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie

Sleep Song
Composer(s): Jorma Kaukonen
Performer(s): Hot Tuna



Sure a lot smaller every day. Wonder why we feel this way
You don't know that I've got nothing left to say
I've been blown across the water like a ship ain't got no sail
That ain't no way to feel

I feel that longing loud and clear. Dead end streets and I lay here
When your flying you've got nothing left to fear
I've been blown across the water like a ship ain't got no sail
That ain't no way to feel

Winter wind keeps blowing through the trees
But life keeps breathing gaily as you please
Hey now silver birches lying by the road
Branches lined against the winter snow

We left the shelter yesterday. After we had played all day
You can find that I've got nothing left to say
'Less your blowing cross the water like a ship ain't got no sail
That ain't not way to feel
'Less your blowing cross the water like a ship ain't got no sail
That ain't no way to feel

Plain Jane
Composer(s): Doc Pomus; Mort Shuman
Performer(s): Bobby Darin



My plain Jane never wear no lipstick or paint
You know she'll never try to be what she ain't
Come early in the mornin' you can hear the fella's call (woo!) 
Plain Jane won't cha come out tonight so we can have a ball

(Yes, sir now) 
Plain Jane won't cha come out tonight, come out tonight, come out tonight 
Plain Jane won't cha come out tonight, spend some time with me

Her mouth's a little too wide and her nose a wee bit long
And when you take a good look at her her shape seems all wrong
But she got this little somethin' that's so hard to define
And I wish that little somethin' was mine, all mine, all mine! (woo!) 

And ol' Plain Jane won't cha come out tonight, come out tonight, come out tonight
Plain Jane won't cha come out tonight, spend some time with me

(Oh, wee!) 
(Oh, Yeah!) 

I used to go with glamor girls to worship day and night
But Plain Jane has a cotton dress and it don't fit her right
Icould never, never tell 'ya why I love her like I do
But if you took her out one fine night, you'd feel the same way I do

(won't cha now) 
Plain Jane won't cha come out tonight, come out tonight, come out tonight
Plain Jane won't cha come out tonight, spend some time with me
I say, spend some time with me
Woo!, Plain Jane 
I love her just the same
Oh.... Plain Jane.....

Sleep
Composer(s): Earl Burnett; Adam Geibel
Performer(s): Fred Waring
and multiple other artists



Sleep, sleep, sleep
How we love to sleep
At the close of day
When the joys of the day fade away

And the mem'ries sweet
Of the days repeat
In our dreams they creep
While we sleep, sleep, sleep

Sleep, sleep, sleep
How we love to sleep
At the close of day
When the joys of the day fade away

And the mem'ries sweet
Of the days repeat
In our dreams they creep
While we sleep, sleep, sleep

Places That Belong To You
Composer(s): James Newton Howard; Alan Bergman; Marilyn Bergman
Performer(s): Barbra Streisand;
and various other artists



Mornings, Evenings
Days that hurry past
Dreams that should have lasted
Moments, Hours
Slipping by as we
Told each other secrets

Somehow 
I'll never let go of the memories 
Something always seems
To remind me
Of how it was
Of what it was
What it was
All there was

Laughter, Love songs
Footsteps that I hear
Make me think you're near me

Poems, pictures
Letters never mailed
Boats that never sailed

Remember 
That even though we can't be together
We're more for having loved one another
We shared the sky
We learnt to fly
Someday when someone else's arms are around us
When time has put some distance between us
The years will kindly show
Our memories come and go
They ebb and flow like the tide

There are quiet places in my heart
Ever since we parted
Gentle, tender
Traces of a song
Places that belong to you

Sledgehammer
Composer(s): Peter Gabriel
First release by: Peter Gabriel - 1986
Covered by multiple other artists



You could have a steam train
if you'd just lay down your tracks
you could have an aeroplane flying
if you bring your blue sky back

all you do is call me
I'll be anything you need

you could have a big dipper
going up and down, all around the bends
you could have a bumper car, bumping
this amusement never ends

I want to be your sledgehammer
why don't you call my name
oh let me be your sledgehammer
this will be my testimony

show me round your fruitcage
'cos I will be your honey bee
open up your fruitcage
where the fruit is as sweet as can be

I want to be your sledgehammer
why don't you call my name
you'd better call the sledgehammer
put your mind at rest
I'm going to be - the sledgehammer
this can be my testimony
I'm your sledgehammer
let there be no doubt about it

sledge sledge sledgehammer

I've kicked the habit
shed my skin
this is the new stuff
I go dancing in, we go dancing in
oh won't you show for me
and I will show for you
show for me, I will show for you
yea, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I do mean you
only you
you've been coming through
going to build that power
build, build up that power, hey
I've been feeding the rhythm
I've been feeding the rhythm
going to feel that power, build in you
come on, come on, help me do
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you
I've been feeding the rhythm
I've been feeding the rhythm
it's what we're doing, doing
all day and night

Places In My Past
Composer(s): James Taylor
Performer(s): James Taylor; Eric Kloss



There are ladies in my life
Lovely ladies in these lazy days 
And though I never took a wife 
May I say that I have loved me one or two 

Of the people in my past
Fading faces in a waking dream
And though they never seemed to last very long 
There are faces I remember 
From the places in my past 
I said, all the dead-head miles 
And the insincere smiles 
Sometimes I can laugh and cry and I can't remember why 
But I still love those 
good times gone by 
Hold on to them close or let them go 
I don't know 
I just seem to sing these songs 
And say I'm sorry for the friends I used to know

Slave To Love
Composer(s): Bryan Ferry
First release by: Bryan Ferry - 1985
Covered by multiple other artists



Tell her I'll be waiting
in the usual place
with the tired and weary
and there's no escape

To need a women
you've got to know
how the strong get weak
and the rich get poor

Slave to love
Oh Oh
Slave to love

You're running with me 
don't touch the ground
we're the restless hearted
not the chained and bound

The sky is burning
a sea of flame
though your world is changing
I will be the same

Slave to love
oh oh
Slave to love
Slave to love
na na na na
na na na na
And I can't escape
I'm a slave to love

Can you help me?
Oh oh
Can you help me?

The storm is breaking
or so it seems
we're too young to reason 
too grown to dream

Now spring is turning 
your face to mine
I can hear your laughter
I can see your smile

Slave to love
na na na na 
na na na na
And I can't escape
I'm a slave to love

Place To Be 
Composer(s): Nick Drake
Performer(s): Nick Drake



When I was younger, younger than before
I never saw the truth hanging from the door
And now I'm older see it face to face
And now I'm older gotta get up clean the place

And I was green, greener than the hill
Where the flowers grew and the sun shone still
Now I'm darker than the deepest sea
Just hand me down, give me a place to be

And I was strong, strong in the sun
I thought I'd see when day is done
Now I'm weaker than the palest blue
Oh, so weak in this need for you

Junger Tag
First performance by: Gitte Hænning - 1973



Die Dunkelheit mit ihren Sorgen
Flieht vor dem Tag zu den Sternen hinauf
Das erste Licht ruft nach dem Morgen
Und die Sonne geht auf

Junger Tag, ich frage dich
Was ist dein Geschenk an mich?
Bringst du Tränen von gestern zurück
Oder neue Liebe und neues Glück?
Dreh' dich um und zeig dein Gesicht
Junger Tag, enttäusche mich nicht

Durch Zeit und Raum fliegen die Träume
Und kämpfen noch mit den Schatten der Nacht
Doch Sonnenlicht fällt durch die Bäume
Und die Erde erwacht

Junger Tag, ich frage dich
Was ist dein Geschenk an mich?
Bringst du Tränen von gestern zurück
Oder neue Liebe und neues Glück?
Dreh' dich um und zeig dein Gesicht
Junger Tag, enttäusche mich nicht

Junger Tag, was bringt der Wind
Wenn ein neues Licht beginnt?
Bringt er Tränen von gestern zurück
Oder neue Liebe und neues Glück?
Ich bitte dich, erzähle es mir
Junger Tag, dann vertraue ich dir

Junger Tag, dann vertraue ich dir
Junger Tag, dann vertraue ich dir

Pizzaiolo
Composer(s): Claude Barzotti; L. D'Alché
Performer(s): Claude Barzotti



Il a quitté sa terre natale
Tous ses parents et ses amis
Par une nuit remplie d'étoiles
Entre Sorrente et Amalfi...

Dans sa valise un idéal
Qui l'a améné à Paris
Tout en haut de la rue Pigalle
Par un matin mouillé de pluie...

Il ne savait pas à quel point
Il avait de l'or dans ses mains
Et tenait ça de son grand- père
De faire sauter la pâte en l'air

{Refrain:}
Pizzaiolo! dai! dai! plus haut!
Criaient en coeur tous les enfants
En courant vers lui en chantant!
Pizzaiolo! dai! dai! plus haut!
Toutes les femmes venaient pour lui
Laissant derrière elles leur mari...
Il était grand, il était beau
Il sentait bon le pain tout chaud
Elles l'appelaient Rigoletto

Au petit restaurant "chez tony"
Où il commença un lundi
Il remplaça un vieux serveur
Parti se marier à l'Equateur...

Le soir quand il rentrait chez lui
Les plus jolies filles de la nuit
Voulaient toutes l'installer chez elles
Dans les parfums et la dentelle...

Il préférait sous les étoiles
Rêver seul de sa terre natale
En compagnie de son grand-père
Et faire sauter la pâte en l'air...

{Refrain:}
Pizzaiolo! dai! dai! plus haut!
Criaient en coeur tous les enfants
En courant vers lui en chantant!
Pizzaiolo! dai! dai! plus haut!
Toutes les femmes venaient pour lui
Laissant derrière elles leur mari...
Il était grand, il était beau
Il sentait bon le pain tout chaud
Elles l'appelaient Rigoletto

Mais un jour un Napolitain
Roi de l'olive et du raisin
Commanda une regina
Vous devinez ce qu'arriva...

Le succés fut phénoménal
On vint de Londres de Montrèal
Et on livra sur des motos
Une pizza Rigoletto

{Refrain:}
Pizzaiolo! dai! dai! plus haut!
Criaient en coeur tous les enfants
En courant vers lui en chantant
Pizzaiolo! dai! dai! plus haut!
Toutes les femmes venaient pour lui
Laissant derrière elles leur mari...

Pizzaiolo...

Slap That Bass
Composer(s): George Gershwin; Ira Gershwin
Performer(s): Jimmy Dorsey and his Orch. - 1937
and multiple other artists



Zoom zoom zoom zoom
The world is in a mess
With politics and taxes
And people grinding axes
There's no happiness

Zoom zoom zoom zoom
Rhythm lead your ace
The future doesn't fret me
If I can only get me
Someone to slap that bass

Happiness is not a riddle
When I'm listening to that
Big bass fiddle

Slap that bass
Slap it till it's dizzy
Slap that bass
Keep the rhythm busy
Zoom zoom zoom
Misery, you've got to go

Slap that bass
Use it like a tonic
Slap that bass
Keep your philharmonic
Zoom zoom zoom
And the milk and honey'll flow

Dictators would be better off
If they zoom zoom now and then
Today, you can see that the happiest men
All got rhythm

In which case
If you want a bauble
Slap that bass
Slap away your trouble
Learn to zoom zoom zoom
Slap that bass

Dictators would be better off
If they zoom zoom now and then
Today, you can see that the happiest men
All got rhythm

In which case
If you want a bauble
Slap that bass
Slap away your trouble
Learn to zoom zoom zoom
Slap that bass

Zoom zoom zoom zoom
Zoom zoom zoom zoom
Zoom zoom zoom zoom 

Pizza Pie
Composer(s): Norman Fox
Performer(s): Norman Fox



Well, we were standing on the sidewalk
Just admiring the view
And we thought that we would go down down
And find something to do
And we saw this place upon the corner
And it looked real swell
So we opened the door, we went inside
This is what we yelled
Now pizza pie-i-i-i-i-i-i-i
Hey pizza pie-i-i-i-i-i-i-i

Well, I got a chick I really dig
I'm gonna love her all of my life
I'm gonna take her home and marry her
And keep her for my wife
And when the people come and ask me the question
I'm a-gonna tell them why
'Cause she stands in the kitchen
And makes me all those great big pizza pies
Now pizza pie-i-i-i-i-i-i-i
Hey pizza pie-i-i-i-i-i-i-i

Well-oh-well-oh-well, the time went by, we had some kids
And they're the apple of my eye
And they're growing big and strong and tall
They got their heads right up to the sky
And some may wonder why they're so healhty
This is my reply
'Cause they were born in bread and always fed
On great big pizza pie
Now pizza pie-i-i-i-i-i-i-i
Hey pizza pie-i-i-i-i-i-i-i

Well-oh-well-oh-well, now I'm getting old
Hey brother, and I'm getting ready to die
But there's one request that I must make
Before I hit the sky
And that request is something no man in his right mind
Did not deny
'Cause when they put me six feet under
I'm taking a great big pizza pie
Now pizza pie-i-i-i-i-i-i-i
Hey pizza pie-i-i-i-i-i-i-i
Hey pizza pie-i-i-i-i-i-i-i

Tourada
Composer(s): Fernando Tordo; Ary dos Santos
First performance by: Fernando Tordo - 1973



Não importa sol ou sombra
camarotes ou barreiras
toureamos ombro a ombro
as feras
Ninguém nos leva ao engano
toureamos mano a mano
só nos podem causar dano
espera

Entram guizos chocas e capotes
e mantilhas pretas
entram espadas chifres e derrotes
e alguns poetas
entram bravos cravos e dichotes
porque tudo o mais
são tretas

Entram vacas depois dos forcados
que não pegam nada
Soam brados e olés dos nabos
que não pagam nada
e só ficam os peões de brega
cuja profissão
não pega

Com bandarilhas de esperança
afugentamos a fera
estamos na praça
da Primavera

Nós vamos pegar o mundo
pelos cornos da desgraça
e fazermos da tristeza
graça

Entram velhas doidas e turistas
entram excursões
entram benefícios e cronistas
entram aldrabões
entram marialvas e coristas
entram galifões
de crista

Entram cavaleiros à garupa
do seu heroísmo
entra aquela música maluca
do passodoblismo
entra a aficionada e a caduca
mais o snobismo
e cismo...

Entram empresários moralistas
entram frustrações
entram antiquários e fadistas
e contradições
e entra muito dólar muita gente
que dá lucro as milhões

E diz o inteligente
que acabaram asa canções

Pivete
Composer(s): Chico Buarque; Francis Hime
Performer(s): Chico Buarque; Francis Hime



No sinal fechado 
Ele vende chiclete
Capricha na flanela
E se chama Pelé
Pinta na janela
Batalha algum trocado
Aponta um canivete
E até 
Dobra a Carioca, olerê
Desce a Frei Caneca, olará
Se manda pra Tijuca
Sobe o Borel
Meio se maloca
Agita numa boca
Descola uma mutuca
E um papel
Sonha aquela mina, olerê
Prancha, parafina, olará
Dorme gente fina
Acorda pinel

Zanza na sarjeta
Fatura uma besteira
E tem as pernas tortas
E se chama Mané
Arromba uma porta
Faz ligação direta
Engata uma primeira
E até
Dobra a Carioca, olerê
Desce a Frei Caneca, olará
Se manda pra Tijuca
Na contramão
Dança pára-lama
Já era pára-choque
Agora ele se chama
Emersão
Sobe no passeio, olerê
Pega no recreio, olará
Não se liga em freio
Nem direção

No sinal fechado
Ele transa chiclete
E se chama pivete
E pinta na janela
Capricha na flanela
Descola uma bereta
Batalha na sarjeta
E tem as pernas tortas