Smoke Rings
Composer(s): Gene Gifford
Performer(s): The Mills Brothers



Tell me where do they go
These smoke rings I blow each night?
What do they do these circles of blue and white?
And why do they seem to picture a dream of love?
Why do they fade my phantom parade of love?

Where do they end, the smoke rings I send on high?
Where are they hurled when they've kissed the world good-bye?
Oh, I'd give my life to laugh at this stife below
I'd be a king, I'd follow each ring I blow

Puff, puff, puff, puff your cares away
Puff, puff, puff night and day
Blow, blow them through the air, silky little rings
Blow, blow them ev'rywhere, give your troubles wings

What do they tell and what is the spell they cast?
Some of them fall and seem to recall the past
But most of them rise away to the skies of blue
Oh, little smoke rings I love
Please take me above, take me with you

Poems, Prayers And Promises
Composer(s): John Denver
Performer(s): John Denver;
and various other artists



I've been lately thinking about my life's time
All the things I've done and how it's been
And I can't help believin' in my own mind
I know I'm gonna hate to see it end
I've seen a lot of sunshine, slept out in the rain
Spent a night or two all on my own
I've known my lady's pleasures had myself some friends
Spent a time or two in my own home

I have to say it now it's been a good life, all in all
It's really fine to have a chance to hang around
Lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire
While all my friends and my old lady, sit and pass a pipe around
(alt- sit and watch the sun go down)
And talk of poems and prayers and promises
And things that we believe in
How sweet it is to love someone
How right it is to care
How long it's been since yesterday
What about tomorrow and what about our dreams
And all the memories we share

Days they pass so quickly now, the nights are seldom long
Time around me whispers when it's cold
The changes somehow frightens me, still I have to smile
It turns me on to think of growing old
Although my life's been good to me, there's still so much to do
So many things my mind has never known
I'd like to raise a family, I'd like to sail away
And dance across the mountains on the moon

I have to say it now it's been a good life, all in all
It's really fine to have a chance to hang around
Lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire
While all my friends and my old lady, sit and pass a pipe around
(alt.: sit and watch the world turn 'round)
And talk of poems and prayers and promises
And things that we believe in
How sweet it is to love someone
How right it is to care
How long it's been since yesterday
What about tomorrow and what about our dreams
And all the memories we share

Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! (That Cigarette)
(French Version: Fume Cette Cigarette - 1974)
Composer(s): Merle Travis; Tex Williams
First release by: Tex Williams - 1947
Covered by multiple other artists



Now I'm a fellow with a heart of gold 
And the ways of a gentleman I've been told 
Kind-of-a-guy that wouldn't even harm a flea

But if me and a certain character met 
The guy that invented that cigarette 
I'd murder that son-of-a gun in the first degree

It ain't cuz I don't smoke 'em myself 
and i don't reckon that it'll hinder your health 
I smoked 'em all my life and I ain't dead yet

But nicotine slaves are all the same 
at a pettin' party or a poker game 
Everything gotta stop while they have a cigarette

Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette 
Puff, puff, puff until you smoke yourself to death

Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate 
That you hate to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette

In a game of chance the other night 
Old dame fortune was good and right 
The kings and queens they kept on comin' around

Aw, I was hittin' em good and bettin' 'em high 
But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy 
He kept callin' and layin' his money down

See, he'd raise me then I'd raise him 
and I'd say to him buddy ya gotta sink or swim 
Finally called me but didn't raise the bet!

-- Hmmph! I said Aces Full Pal -- I got you! 
He said, "I'll pay up in a minute or two 
But right now, i just gotta have another cigarette"

Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette 
Puff, puff, puff until you smoke yourself to death

Now the other night I had a date 
with the cutest little gal in any state 
A high-bred, uptown, fancy little dame

She said she loved me and it seemd to me 
That things were sorta like they oughtta be 
So hand in hand we strolled down lovers lane

She was a long way from a chunk of ice 
And our pettin' party was goin' real nice 
And I got an idea I might have been there yet

So I give her a kiss and a little squeeze 
Then she said, "Travis, Excuse me Please 
But I just gotta have a cigarette"

Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette 
Puff, puff, puff until you smoke yourself to death

Poema Para Lydia
Performer(s): Victor Heredia



Canto este poema por tu amor
y es un cielo que se desprendió
y ha echado a andar
Mi soledad irá por vos
y llamará con triste voz
Lydia susurrará la brisa
por el ventanal
y temblará tu corazón
al recordar
ya que solo supe serle fiel
al regazo tibio de tu piel
Quiero arañar la tempestad
quiero saber si el colmenar
aún da su miel
Lydia susurrará la brisa
por el ventanal
y temblará tu corazón al recordar

Fume Cette Cigarette
((Adapted from: Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! (That Cigarette) - 1947))
Composer(s): Merle Travis; Tex Williams; Eddy Mitchell
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell - 1974



À l'école quand j'étais petit
Les grands se cachaient sous leur lit
Pour fumer en cachette une cigarette
Ils se faufilaient
Sans un bruit
À la faveur de la nuit
Certains d'entre eux fumaient dans les toilettes
Le privilège qu'ils m'accordaient
C'est moi, le petit, qui craquait
Une allumette pour leur cigarette

Fume, fume, fume cette cigarette
Fume, fume, fume, fume cette cigarette
Et j'entends leur voix me dire
Elle revient en souvenir
Pour devenir un homme
Fume cette cigarette

La surveillante des cours du soir
M'a entraîné dans le parloir
Je n'ai pas l'impression d'être à la fête
Elle dit qu'il faut me rattraper
Qu' j'ai besoin d cours particuliers
Qu'elle a toujours maté les fortes têtes
Elle m'a reçu dans son peignoir
M'a demandé si j' voulais boire
Et tendu un paquet de cigarettes

Fume, fume, fume cette cigarette
Fume, fume, fume, fume cette cigarette
Et j'entends sa voix me dire
Elles reviennent en souvenir
Pour devenir un homme
Fume cette cigarette
Mais j'ai vraiment fumé plus tard
Lorsque j'ai vu Humphrey Bogart
Pincer entre ses lèvres une cigarette
Identifié à ce héros
Je marchais en courbant le dos
Je me prenais pour un roi du racket
Je n'ai connu que des déboires
Je rentrais en toussant le soir
Sans la moindre féminine conquête

Fume, fume, fume cette cigarette
Fume, fume, fume, fume cette cigarette
Et j'entends des voix me dire
Elles reviennent en souvenir
Pour devenir un homme
Fume cette cigarette

Il m'arrive souvent de fumer
Des choses plus ou moins bien roulées
Qui n' ressemblent pas toujours aux cigarettes
Je n'ai rien compris et rien vu
Mais un homme je suis devenu
Accroché pour toujours aux cigarettes

Fume, fume, fume cette cigarette
Fume, fume, fume, fume cette cigarette
Et j'entends des voix me dire
Elles reviennent en souvenir
Pour devenir un homme
Fume cette cigarette

Poema 15
Composer(s): Pablo Neruda; Victor Jara
Performer(s): Victor Jara;
Francesca Ancarola; Mercedes Sosa



Me gustas cuando callas
porque estas como ausente
y me oyes desde lejos
y mi voz no te toca
parece que los ojos
se te hubieran volado
y parece que un beso
te cerrara la boca

Me gustas cuando callas
y ahi estas como distante
y estas como quejandote
mariposa del arrullo
y me oyes desde lejos
y mi voz no te alcanza
dejame que me calle
con el silencio tuyo

Dejame que te hable
tambien con tu silencio
claro como una lampara
simple como un anillo
te pareces a la noche
callada y constelada
tu silencio, otra estrella
tan lejana y sencillo

Me gustas cuando callas
porque estas como ausente
distante y dolorosa
como si hubieras muerto
una palabra entonces
una sonrisa bastan
y estoy alegre
alegre de que no sea cierto

Uma Flor De Verde Pinho	
Composer(s): José Niza; Manuel Alegre
First performance by: Carlos do Carmo - 1976



Eu podia chamar-te pátria minha
dar-te o mais lindo nome português
podia dar-te um nome de rainha
que este amor é de Pedro por Inês

Mas não há forma não há verso não há leito
para este fogo amor para este rio
Como dizer um coração fora do peito?
Meu amor transbordou 
E eu sem navio

Gostar de ti é um poema que não digo
que não há taça amor para este vinho
não há guitarra nem cantar de amigo
não há flor não há flor de verde pinho

Não há barco nem trigo não há trevo
não há palavras para dizer esta canção
Gostar de ti é um poema que não escrevo
Que há um rio sem leito 
E eu sem coração

Poem For My Little Lady
Composer(s): Mac Davis
Performer(s): Kenny Rogers; Bobby Goldsboro



She’s young and soft and kind
And she deserves a whole lot better
than a guitar picking drifter
who never gave a damn
And if loving me is all
she ever wants some gonna let her
And I’ve tried to be kind of man
She thinks I am

She makes those little kitten sounds
and (that) trembles when I love her
she makes me feel so bad and strong in me
She whispers how she can not wait
to be my baby’s mother
She’s the only glimpse of God
I’ve ever seen

Her mama sure had warned her
Never take out with a poet
For poets travel rocky roads
In search of truth and life

I’m the only blemish on
Her virgin soul but she don’t know it
and I thank the Lord she’s lying gentle
by my side tonight

Smoke On The Water
Composer(s): Zeke Clements; Earl Nunn
Performer(s): Red Foley
and multiple other artists



There will be a sad day comin' for the souls of all mankind
They must answer to the people, and it's troublin' their minds
Everybody who must fear them will rejoice on that great day
When the powers of dictators shall be taken all away

There'll be smoke on the water, on the land and the sea
When our army and navy overtakes the enemy
There'll be smoke on the mountains where the heathen gods stay
And the sun that is risin' will go down on that day

For there is a great destroyer made of fire and flesh and steel
Rollin' towards the foes of freedom; they'll go down beneath its
wheels
There'll be nothin' left but vultures to inhabit all that land
When our modern ships and bombers make a graveyard of Japan

There'll be smoke on the water, on the land and the sea
When our army and navy overtakes the enemy
There'll be smoke on the mountains where the heathen gods stay
And the sun that is risin' will go down on that day

Hirohito, 'long with Hitler, will be ridin' on a rail
Mussolini'll beg for mercy; as a leader he has failed
There'll be no time for pity when the screamin' eagles flies
It will be the end of Axis, they must answer with their lives

There'll be smoke on the water, on the land and the sea
When our army and navy overtakes the enemy
There'll be smoke on the mountains where the heathen gods stay
And the sun that is risin' will go down on that day

Podres Poderes
Composer(s): Caetano Veloso
Performer(s): Caetano Veloso; Leila Pinheiro



Enquanto os homens exercem seus podres poderes
Motos e fuscas avançam os sinais vermelhos
E perdem os verdes, somos uns boçais
Queria querer cantar setecentas mil vezes
Como são ricos, como são ricos os burgueses
E os japoneses, mas tudo é muito mais
Será que nunca faremos senão confirmar a incompetência da América Católica
Que sempre precisará de ridículos tiranos?
Será, que será, que será, que será, será que esta minha estúpida retórica
Terá que soar, terá que se ouvir por mais zil anos?

Enquanto os homens exercem seus podres poderes
Índios e padres e bichas, negros e mulheres
E adolescentes fazem o carnaval
Queria querer cantar afinados com eles
Silenciar em respeito ao seu transe, num êxtase
Ser indecente, mas tudo é muito mau
Ou então cada paisano e cada capataz
Com sua burrice fará jorrar sangue demais
Nos pantanais, nas cidades, caatingas e nos gerais
Será que apenas os hermetismos pascoais
E os tons e os mil tons, seus sons e seus dons geniais
Nos salvam, nos salvarão dessas trevas e nada mais?
Enquanto os homens exercem seus podres poderes
Morrer e matar de fome, de raiva e de sede
São tantas vezes gestos naturais
Eu quero aproximar o meu cantar vagabundo
Daqueles de velam pela alegria do mundo
Indo mais fundo, tins e bens e tais, tudo mais fundo, tins e bens e tais

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