Smoke On The Water 
Composer(s): Roger Glover; Richard Blackmore; Ian Gillan; Jon Lord; Ian Paice
First release by: Deep Purple - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists



We all came down to Montreux
on the Lake Geneva shoreline
To make records with the mobile
We didn't have much time
Frank Zappa and the mothers
were at the best place around
But some stupid with a flare-gun
burned the place to the ground
Smoke on the water
a fire in the sky
Smoke on the water

They burned down the gambling house
it died with an awful sound
A funky claude was running in and out
pulling kids out the ground
When it all was over
we had to find another place
But Swiss time was running out
it seemed that we would lose the race

Smoke on the water
a fire in the sky
Smoke on the water

We ended up at the Grand Hotel
it was empty cold and bare
But with the rolling truck stones thing outside
making our music there
With a few red lights and a few old beds
we made a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this
I know well never forget

Smoke on the water
a fire in the sky
Smoke on the water

Poco A Poco
Composer(s): Manuel Alejandro
Performer(s): Raphael



Poco a poco, poco a poco
Todo se puede lograr
Todo se puede alcanzar
No existe nada imposible
Para el que sabe luchar
Todo se puede tener
Todo se puede saber
Hoy puede estar en tus manos
Lo que buscabas ayer
Poco a poco, como gira la Tierra
Poco a poco, como sale el sol
Poco a poco, como pasan las penas
Poco a poco, como nace el amor
Todos queremos llegar
Todos queremos triunfar
Y el mundo es solamente
Para el que sabe luchar

My Little World
Composer(s): Gerhard Heinz
First performance by: Waterloo & Robinson - 1976



Birds and bees and apple trees are things
Money doesn't buy but sunshine brings
Oh how beautiful a day can be
When you say the one you love is me
Here we are free to go
When you say you love me so

I just love my little world
I don't need no new sensations
All I want is the simple life
Loving you
the sweet temtation

I just love my little world

We're not rich but everything's fine
I'm sure the one I love is mine
I don't need to be a millionaire
Money doesn't make our love affair
Here we are free to go
That's the place
we love you so

I just love my little world

Pocketful Of Miracles
Composer(s): James Van Heusen; Sammy Cahn
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra; Harpers Bizarre



Practicality doesn't int'rest me
Love the life that I lead
I've got a pocketful of miracles
And with a pocketful of miracles
One little miracle a day
Is all I need

Troubles more or less bother me, I guess
When the sun doesn't shine
But there's that pocketful of miracles
And with a pocketful of miracles
The world's a bright and shiny apple
That's mine, all mine

I hear sleigh bells ringing
Smack in the middle of May
I go around like there's snow around
I feel so good, it's Christmas everyday
Life's a carousel, far as I can tell
And I'm ridin' for free

So if you're down and out of miracles
I've got a pocketful of miracles
And there'll be miracles enough
For you and me

I hear sleigh bells ringing
Smack in the middle of May
I go around like there's snow around
I feel so good it's Christmas every day
Life's a carousel, far as I can tell
And I'm ridin' for free

I've got a pocketful of miracles
But if I had to pick a miracle
My favorite miracle of all
Is you and me

Smoke Gets In Your Eyes
(Italian Version: Fumo Negli Occhi - 1936)
Composer(s): Otto Harbach; Jerome Kern
First performance by: Tamara Drasin - 1933
Covered by multiple other artists



They asked me how I knew my true love was true
I of course replied "something here inside cannot be denied"
They said "someday you'll find all who love are blind"
When your heart's on fire, you must realize smoke gets in your eyes
So I chaffed them and I gaily laughed to think they could doubt my love
Yet today my love has flown away, I am without my love

Now laughing friends deride tears I cannot hide
So I smile and say "when a lovely flame dies, smoke gets in your eyes"

(smoke gets in your eyes, smoke gets in your eyes)

Smoke-gets-in-your-Eyes 

Pocket Of A Clown
Composer(s): Dwight Yoakam
Performer(s): Dwight Yoakam; Raul Malo



Inside the pocket of a clown 
Is a sad place to hang around 
Just watching smiles turn into frowns 
Inside the pocket of a clown 

Inside the heartache of a fool 
You'll learn things they don't teach in school 
And lessons there can be real cruel 
Inside the heartache of a fool 

Hollow lies 
Make a thin disguise 
As little drops of truth 
Fall from your eyes 

Hollow lies 
Make a thin disguise 
As little drops of truth 
Fall from your eyes 

Inside a memory from the past 
Lives every love that didn't last 
And sweet dreams can start to fade real fast 
Inside a memory from the past

We'll Live It All Again
First performance by: Al Bano & Romina Power - 1976



I remember your face
When the first time we kissed
How you stardet to blush
What you said
When you touched my hand
And the drives to the beach
With the sand on my feet
What we drew on the shore
It's as it were yesterday

Mi ricordo quei giorni
Fino all'alba l'amore
Le tue bambole antiche
Sorridevano insiame a te
E I tuoi corti vestiti
Come prati fioriti
Che distesi nel vento
Mi ridavano la liberà

I'd live it all again
Anch'io lo rivivrei
Anch'io lo rivivrei
We'll live it all again

When we had our first babe
How we found her new games
How she smiled when she saw me
And the first time she called you dad
All the good times we had
Although some they were bad
Through the laughter and pain
But the feeling was always there

Mi ricordo quei tempi
Quante giuste canzoni
Quante maschere in giro
E tu sola vicino a me
Solitudine in due
E cent'anni son pochi
Se vivessi di nuovo
Io ti sempre risceglierei

I'd live it all again... 

Pocket Calculator
Composer(s): Karl Bartos; Ralf Hütter; Emil Schult
Performer(s): Kraftwerk;
and various other artists



I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
I am adding and subtracting
I'm controlling and composing
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator

I am adding and subtracting
I'm controlling and composing
By pressing down a special key, it plays a little melody
By pressing down a special key, it plays a little melody

I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator

Smoke From Your Cigarette
Composer(s): Harold Johnson
Performer(s): Lillian Leach & The Mellows; The Belmonts



Smoke from your cigarette clouds my eyes
Things that you speak of make me realize
That you've found someone else to take my place
In your heart, in your heart

There was a time you would say
I was the only one who could bring
Happiness to you or anyone
But now those days are gone

Gone are the days when we would say
We were meant for each other
Gone are the days, those wonderful days
When on you kisses I would smother

Smoke from your cigarette clouds my eyes
Please don't say it, darling, won't you realize
And tell me you'll forgive me
Before those days are gone, gone 

Pobre De Mí
Composer(s): Agustín Lara
Performer(s): Javier Solís;
and various other artists



Sol de mi vida luz de mis ojos
siente mis manos como acarician tu tersa piel
Mis pobres manos, alas quebradas
crucificadas, crucificadas bajo tus pies

Abre tus brazos maravillosos
y entre sollozos bébete mi alma que es para ti
Qué culpa tengo de ser tan tuyo
de que tu orgullo sea mi condena, pobre de mí

Abre tus brazos maravillosos
y entre sollozos bébete mi alma que es para ti
Qué culpa tengo de ser tan tuyo
de que tu orgullo sea mi condena, pobre de mí

Sobran Las Palabras
Composer(s): Braulio A. Garcia
First performance by: Braulio - 1976



A veces, hasta sobran las palabras
cuando se trata de hablar sencillamente de amor
y prefiero la elocuencia de un silencio
a esa frase desgastada, que a nada suena en mi voz
Ya sé que tú puedes creer
que a mí me falta el interés
pero a veces las promesas más fervientes
sólo tratan de ocultar que está muriendo el amor

Amor, amor, mi amor (amor, amor)
tendrías que aceptarme así
si ves que no me gusta conversar
aprende a interpretar mi ausencia

Amor, amor, mi amor (amor, amor)
es todo cuanto sé decir
amar es algo más que hacer reír
yo sé que llenaré tu vida de amor (amor, amor)

A veces, hasta sobran las palabras
cuando se trata de hablar sencillamente de amor
y el gesto, que hasta pasa inadvertido
puede ser más importante que un juramento ante Dios

Amor, amor, mi amor (amor, amor)
tendrías que aceptarme así
si ves que no me gusta conversar
aprende a interpretar mi ausencia

Amor, amor, mi amor (amor, amor)
tendrías que aceptarme así
es todo cuanto sé decir
amor, amor

PMS Blues
Composer(s): Dolly Parton
Performer(s): Dolly Parton



Eve you wicked woman, you done put your curse on me 
Why didn't you just leave that apple hangin' in the tree 
You make us hate our husbands, our lovers and our boss 
Why I can't even count the good friends I've already lost 
'Cause of... PMS blues, PMS blues!! 
I don't even like myself, but it's something I can't help 
I got those God almighty, slap somebody PMS blues 
Most times I'm easy going, some say I'm good as gold 
But when I'm PMS I tell ya, I turn mean and cold you
Those not afflicted with it are affected just the same 
Poor old men didn't have to grin and say "I feel your pain" 
PMS blues... PMS blues... 
You know you must forgive us for we care not what we do 
I got those can't stop crying, dishes flying PMS blues 

But you know we can't help it
We don't even know the cause 
But as soon as this part's over, then comes the menopause 
Oh, Lord... Oh, Lord... 
We're going to always be a heap of fun 
Like the devil
Taking over my body, suffering, suffering, suffering 
Everybody's suffering, huh? 

But a woman had to write this song, a man would be scared to 
Lest he be called a chauvenist or just fall victim to 
Those.... PMS blues!!!
You know we'd kill for less than that PMS blues!!!!
You don't want to cross my path 
Cause a pitbull ain't no match or these teeth a clenchin'
Fluid retention 
Head a swellin', can't stop yellin' 
Got no patience, I'm so hateful 
PMS blues, premenstrual syndrome 
Got those moods a swingin', tears a slingin' 
Nothin' fits me when it hits me 
Rantin', ravin', misbehavin' PMS blues!!!! 

It's the only time in my life I ever think about wishing I'd been a man 
But you know that only means one thing 
If I'd have been a man, I'd be somewhere right this very minute 
With some old cranky, naggin', raggin' hateful woman 
With those old... PMS blues... PMS blues 

I don't want to talk about it, we both could do without it 
Got those treat your kids bad, don't you talk back 
Gone ballistic, unrealistic 
Awful lowdown, bitch to be around... PMS blues!!!

Smoke From A Distant Fire
Composer(s): Ed Sanford; Steven Paul Stewart; John Townsend
Performer(s): Sanford & Townsend
and multiple other artists



You left me here on your way to paradise
And you pulled the rug right out from under my life
I know where you goin’ to I knew when you came home last night
'Cause your eyes had a mist from the smoke of a distant fire

Lord, I was stung shoulda' seen it come a long time ago
When I realized the reality gave me a roll
If things are the same then explain why your kiss is so cold
and that mist in your eyes feels like rain on the fire in my soul

This lying, and cryin's, upsettin' and getting no where
It don't stack up, so slack up and pack up
I just don't care
Don't let the screen door hit you, on your way out
Don't you drown when your dream boat runs onto the ground

I'd just like to know do you love him or just making time
by filling his glass with your fast flowing bitter-sweet lies
You'll face the after taste when you come home late some night
With your eyes all a mist from the smoke of a distant fire

Girl your eyes have a mist from the smoke of a distant fire
(Well your eyes have a mist from the smoke of a distant fire)
Your eyes have the mist from the smoke of a distant fire
(Well your eyes have a mist from the smoke of a distant fire)
Oh girl your eyes have a mist from the smoke of a distant fire
(Mist in your eyes from a distant fire)
Girl your eyes have a mist from the smoke of a distant..........
A distant Fire 

Plynth (Water Down The Drain)
Composer(s): Nicky Hopkins; Rod Stewart; Ron Wood
Performer(s): Jeff Beck;
Larry Van Fleet; Ron Wood



I've woken up on mornings such as this
And thought exactly the same as I'm thinking now
Every night for a year I've slept alone
My cold damp room looks worse than me

I got a fear of death that creeps on every night
I know I won't die soon but then again I might
Just like water down the drain I'm wasting away
And oh, doctors can't help 
A ghost of a man, that's me

I'm going far
Ah, ah, ah

And oh, water down the drain flows to the sea
The pattern of my life keeps a-hauntin' me
Like moisture from the ocean fills the sky
Comes on down to the ground as time goes by

Ah, ah, ah
Please don't weep for me when I'm gone
Ah, ah, ah

I got a fear of death that creeps on every night
I know I won't die soon but then again I might
Please don't weep for me when I'm gone
Ah, ah, ah
A fear of death that creeps on every night

Pump-Pump
First performance by: Fredi & Ystävät - 1976



I used to love watching beautiful girls go by in my time
You have done like the boys do, but now finally you are mine
Let bygones be bygones, now I love you
You gave me more than a man can ever dream, know what I mean?
 
Let your hip go hippety pump pump
That's the way we dance till we die.. ay ay ay...
Let your hip go hippety pump pump
Give me shivers all down my spine... ay ay ay...
You are not a moment's playmate
You are the man of my life
Let your hip go hippety pump pump
That's the way we dance till we die.. ay ay ay...
 
I used to worry so much about all kinds of little things
Now it is easy to laugh and to dance when it really swings
Now we're together forever, I know
Playing the games that two people only play when they're in love
 
Let your hip go hippety pump pump
That's the way we dance till we die.. ay ay ay...
Let your hip go hippety pump pump
Give me shivers all down my spine... ay ay ay...
You are not a moment's playmate
You are the man of my life
Let your hip go hippety pump pump
That's the way we dance till we die.. ay ay ay...
 
Let your hip go hippety pump pump
That's the way we dance till we die.. ay ay ay...
Let your hip go hippety pump pump
Give me shivers all down my spine... ay ay ay...
Let your hip go hippety pump pump
That's the way we dance till we die

Plus Rien, Je N'ai Plus Rien Qu'un Chien
Composer(s): Jean Franc Nohain; Mireille Darc
Performer(s): Jean Sablon



Sur le boul'vard de La Villette
Deux femmes travaillaient pour moi
Mais elles sont malades pour trois mois
Une vieille dame à galette
Avait pour moi le grand béguin
Hum - elle est morte ce matin
Et dans un cercle à la roulette
J'ai tout perdu tout tout tout tout
Mais alors tout - tout tout d'un seul coup!

Plus rien
Je n'ai plus rien qu'un chien
Plus rien
Qu'un chien qui m'aime bien
Il comprend tout
Il m'suit partout
Il aboie
Dès qu'il me voit
Il saute sur moi
Pour montrer sa joie
Brave chien
Qui n'me d'mande jamais rien
Un os
Il est à la noce
On est heureux
Sans rien tous les deux
Plus rien
J'n'ai plus rien qu'mon chien!

J'ai voulu voir la grande Estelle
Qui fut toujours une copine
Mais elle, elle est en Argentine
Dans un claque rue d'la Chapelle
Le patron me doit cinq cents francs
Mais alors lui, il vient d'perdre ses parents
Y avait aussi Julot d'Grenelle
Auquel je pouvais emprunter
Mais lui, il est à la Santé

Plus rien
Je n'ai plus rien qu'un chien
Un chien
Dont on n'm'offre rien
J'ai mis au clou
Tous mes bijoux
Ma pendule
Mon vieux chapeau
L'porte-manteaux
Du vestibule
Plus rien
Qu'un smoking très ancien
Quel pauv'vieux!
Il est bien miteux!
Miteux, mité
Qui voudra l'acheter?
Plus rien
J'n'ai plus rien qu'mon chien!

Que mon chien...

Smiling Phases
Composer(s): Steve Winwood; Jim Capaldi; Chris Wood
First release by: Traffic - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists



Do yourself a favor
Wake up to your mind
Life is what you make it
You see but still your blind
Get yourself together, give before you take
You'll find out the hard way
Soon you're going to break

Smiling Phases, going places
Even when they bust you
Keep on smiling through and through
And you'll be amazed at the gaze on their faces
As they sentence you

You don't need a lawyer
When you're in a fix
Someone gets the pay off
You're friends are full of tricks
How could you love something
That you just can't buy?
Own up to the truth girl
Your mother's gone on by

Your companion, brings you flowers
You just hang him up
And keep him waiting there for hours
And you should just see the look on his face 
As you slide down the rail

Plus Rien
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



Plus rien ne peut nous arriver
Rien ne peut nous séparer
Le temps s'arrête et tout commence alors
Que j'étreins ton corps
Plus rien ne peut fausser nos jours
Rien ne peut briser l'amour
Qui est en moi
Je vis pour toi

Pour ce reflet dans tes yeux
Quand tu es contre moi
L'instant où je meurs
Et revis en nos joies
Mes souvenirs
Mon avenir
C'est toi
Blottie entre mes bras

Et rien, quoi qu'il puisse advenir
Rien ne peut nous désunir
Rien car tu es mon destin

Et si le temps veut brouiller
Les cartes de mon cœur
Détruire et piller
Ce qui fait mon bonheur
Je me batterai
Mais garderai
L'amour
Même au prix de mes jours

Mais rien en tout cas je le crois
Rien tant que tu m'aimeras
Rien ne me prendra mes joies

Mata Hari
First performance by: Anne Karine Strøm - 1976



There are days I just can't make it even though I try to fake it
When I wish that I could take it, turn a page and start anew
In a world with no tomorrow, I could throw away my sorrow
And pretend you'd let me borrow all the magic and wonder of you
And for a while feel alive
 
Mata Hari, any man would pay the price of sweet surrender
Mata Hari, for the promise in your eyes – it was so tender
Those you conquered with your dance never did have a chance
You walked away laughing and left them alone with their shame
 
As our dreams are slowly dyin', we find no escape in lyin'
Why should we go on denyin' life is never what it seems?
But in times when I am lonely, I keep thinkin' of you only
Even though you'd never known me, can't you visit me once in my life
And let me feel you were real?
 
Mata Hari, any man would pay the price of sweet surrender
Mata Hari, for the promise in your eyes – it was so tender
Those you conquered with your dance – they never did have a chance
You walked away laughing and left them alone with their shame
 
Mata Hari, any man would pay the price of sweet surrender
Mata Hari, for the promise in your eyes – it was so tender
All the secrets sealed with their lips, they gave away for a kiss
The eye of the morning and star of the night was your name

Plus Personne
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel



S'il n'y a que mes pas qui résonnent
C'est qu'il ne reste plus personne
Que même les murs sont froids
Je n'ai plus personne à moi
Quelques vieux souvenirs
Et des cachets pour dormir...
Quelques images qui reviennent
Une place avec une scène
Sur des tréteaux de bois
Des milliers de gens sont là
Mais j'ai dû trop longtemps sourire
Je ne t'ai pas vu partir
Plus que mes pas qui résonnent
Il ne reste plus personne
J'oserai jamais te demander
De revenir me relever
Je vais rester là
Au milieu des papiers gras
Comme un dieu prisonnier
D'une toile d'araignée
Y a plus que mes pas qui résonnent
Il ne reste plus personne
Je croyais pouvoir jouer comme un homme
Mais tant pis pour moi, s'il ne reste plus personne
Que le goût de ta peau sur l'écho de ma voix
Je croyais pouvoir jouer comme un homme
Mais tant pis pour moi, s'il ne reste plus personne
Que le goût de ta peau sur l'écho de ma voix
Je croyais pouvoir jouer comme un homme
Mais tant pis pour moi, s'il ne reste plus personne