Where Are You?
Composer(s): Scott English - Phil Manikiza - Simon Stirling
First performance by: Imaani - 1998



I see your picture in a frame
I see a face without a name
Riding alone on an empty train
Where are you?
 
I live in a house of broken hearts
Leaves are falling in the park
Every day is a question mark
Where are you?
 
I would drive through the rain (to find you)
Walk a desert plain (behind you)
You could unlock these chains (I'm tied to)
Where are you now?
 
Through the storm I call your name (to guide you)
Love could be the flame (beside you)
If you unlock these chains (I'm tied to)
Where are you now?
 
Lying in my room at night
Silhouettes are dressed in white
Waiting for the morning light
Where are you?
 
Each day you will live and learn
As the wheels of heaven turn
For you my candle burns
Where are you?
 
I would drive through the rain (to find you)
Walk a desert plain (behind you)
You could unlock these chains (I'm tied to)
Where are you now?
 
Through the storm I call your name (to guide you)
Love could be the flame (beside you)
If you unlock these chains (I'm tied to)
Where are you now?
 
(So near) so near
(So far) so far
Out there I can almost touch you
You're here in my mind all the time
Where are you now?
 
(I would drive through the rain) to find you
(Walk a desert plain behind you)
You could unlock these chains (I'm tied to)
Where are you now?
 
Through the storm (I call your name to guide you)
Love could be the flame (beside you)
If you unlock these chains (I'm tied to)
Where are you?
Where are you now?
 
(I would drive through the rain to find you)
(Walk a desert plain behind you)
If you unlock these chains (I'm tied to)
Where are you now?
 
Through the storm (I call your name to guide you)
Love could be the flame (beside you)
(If you unlock these chains)

Handy
Composer(s): Andy Powell; Ted Turner;
Martin Turner; Steve Upton
Performer(s): Wishbone Ash



Was sat down by my fire, hear a voice of desire
Want to be friends again
I keep tellin’ you,man, she’s only a pain
She don’t fit in my scene
She don’t fit in my world no more
And the best has to stay
Keep knockin’ on my door 
She’s gone away
We’re kickin’ the thoughts around the floor

Sous Le Ciel De Paris
((English Version: Under Paris Skies (by Frank Chacksfield) - 1952))
Composer(s): Jean Dréjac - Hubert Giraud
First performance by: Jean Bretonnière - 1951
Covered by multiple other artists



Sous le ciel de Paris
S’envole une chanson
Elle est née d’aujourd’hui
Dans le coeur d’un garçon
Sous le ciel de Paris
Marchent les amoureux
Leur bonheur se construit
Sur un fait pour eux
Sous le pont de Bercy
Un philosophe assis
Deux musiciens, quelques badauds
Puis des gens par milliers 
Sous le ciel de Paris
Jusqu’au soir vont chanter
L’hymne d’un peuple épris
De sa vieille Cité
Prés de Notre-Dame
Parfois couve un drame
Oui, mais à Paname
Tout peut s’arranger
Quelques rayons du ciel d’été
L’accordéon d’un marinier
L’espoir fleurit
Au ciel de Paris 
Sous le ciel de Paris
Coule un fleuve joyeux
Il endort dans la nuit
Les clochards et les gueux
Sous le ciel de Paris
Les oiseaux du Bon Dieu
Viennent du monde entier
Pour bavarder entre eux
Et le ciel de Paris
A son secret pour lui
Depuis vingt siècles il est épris
De notre île Saint-Louis 
Quand elle lui sourit
Il met son habit bleu
Quand il pleut sur Paris
C’est qu’il est malheureux
Quand il est trop jaloux
De ses millions d’amants
Il fait gronder sur eux
Son tonnerre éclatant
Mais le ciel de Paris n’est pas longtemps cruel...
Pour se faire pardonner, il offre un arc-en-ciel...

Handsome Johnny
Composer(s): Lou Gossett; Richie Havens
Performer(s): Richie Havens; The Flaming Lips



Hey, look yonder, tell me what's that you see
Marching to the fields of Concord?
It looks like Handsome Johnny with a musket in his hand
Marching to the Concord war, hey marching to the Concord war

Hey, look yonder, tell me what you see
Marching to the fields of Gettysburg?
It looks like Handsome Johnny with a flintlock in his hand
Marching to the Gettysburg war, hey marching to the Gettysburg war

Hey, look yonder, tell me what's that you see
Marching to the fields of Dunkirk?
It looks like Handsome Johnny with a carbine in his hand
Marching to the Dunkirk war, hey marching to the Dunkirk war

Hey, look yonder, tell me what you see
Marching to the fields of Korea?
It looks like Handsome Johnny with an M1 in his hand
Marching to the Korean war, hey marching to the Korean war

Hey, look yonder, tell me what you see
Marching to the fields of Vietnam?
It looks like Handsome Johnny with an M15
Marching to the Vietnam war, hey marching to the Vietnam war

Hey, look yonder, tell me what you see
Marching to the fields of Birmingham?
It looks like Handsome Johnny with his hand rolled in a fist
Marching to the Birmingham war, hey marching to the Birmingham war

Hey, it's a long hard road, it's a long hard road
It's a long hard road, before we'll be free

Hey, what's the use of singing this song, some of you are not even listening
Tell me what it is we've got to do: wait for our fields to start glistening
Wait for the bullets to start whistling
Here comes a hydrogen bomb, here comes a guided missile
Here comes a hydrogen bomb: I can almost hear its whistle

Se Eu Te Pudesse Abraçar
First performance by: Alma Lusa - 1998



Todas as terras do mundo
Têm alma de Portugal
Onde quer que estejas
Onde quer que vás
A saudade já lá está

Se eu te pudesse abraçar
E depois falar contigo
Tinha tanta coisa para te contar
Meu irmão e meu amigo

Caminhar, caminhar
Faz-se caminho ao andar
Terra mãe, pátria lar
Que a distancia faz chorar

Navegar, navegar
Sobre a terra e sobre o mar
É preciso acreditar
Se eu te pudesse abraçar.

Em todas as partes do Mundo
Há gente de Portugal
Com saudade de alguém que deixou alguém
Do outro lado do mar

Se eu te pudesse abraçar
E depois falar contigo
Tinha tanta coisa para te dizer
Meu irmão e meu amigo

Caminhar, .....

Hands Across The Table
Composer(s): Mitchell Parish; Jean Delettre
Performer(s): Coleman Hawkins;
and various other artists



Dinner is ended, the music is grand
Softly the lanterns gleam
Isn't it splendid to sit hand in hand
Silently lost in a dream?

Hands across the table
While the lights are low
Tho' you hush your lips
Your fingertips
Tell me all I want to know
Hands across the table
Meet so tenderly
And they say in their little way 
That you belong to me

Silence is golden, so do not reply
And I shall understand
All can be told in a look of your eye
And in a touch of your hand

Hand across the table
While the lights are low
Tho' you hush your lips
Your fingertips
Tell me all I want to know
Hands across the table
Meet so tenderly
And they say in their little way 
That you belong to me

Soupçons
(Adapted from: Suspicious Minds - 1968)
(Italian Version: Ultimo Tango A Memphis - 1997)
Composer(s): Mark James - Michel Mallory
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday - 1973



Petit à petit et sans faire de bruit 
Une ombre s'est glissée entre nous 
Après tant d'amour et après tant de nuits 
Un doute est venu pour tout briser 

On fait mourir les rêves avec des soupçons 
Et un amour s'achève avec des soupçons 

Toi tu doutes de moi, moi je doute de toi 
On imagine tout ce qu'on ne sait pas, oh oui 
On se dit des mots des mots qui sonnent faux 
On ment du cœur on ment des lèvres 

On fait mourir les rêves avec des soupçons 
Et un amour s'achève avec des soupçons 

Écoute que ton cœur il sait 
Combien je t'aime malgré tout 
Si tu lisais dans mes yeux, je sais 
Que toujours tu verrais vérité 
Vérité, vérité, ouais, ouais, ouais, ouais 

Petit à petit et sans faire de bruit 
Une ombre s'est glissée entre nous 
Après tant d'amour et après tant de nuits 
Un doute est venu pour tout briser 

Petit à petit et sans faire de bruit 
Une ombre s'est glissée entre nous 
Après tant d'amour et après tant de nuits 
Un doute est venu pour tout briser...

Hands Across The Sea
Performer(s): Shirley Bassey



If I could reach out
With my hands across the sea
I'd take you in my arms
And never set you free
How I'd hold you and hold you
Forever more in my heart

My love would be there
With my hands across the sea
To tell you what I feel
And what you mean to me
I'd then hold you and hold you
And never more would we part

But you're much too far
For my hands to reach out
For my heart to remind you of me
Too long is the distance between us
Too wide and too deep is the sea

Now, I can't reach out
With my hands across the sea
But there's one thing I can do
I can hope, I can pray
I can wait for you

Ultimo Tango A Memphis
(Adapted from: Suspicious Minds - 1968)
(French Version: Soupçons - 1973)
Composer(s): Mark James - Luciano Ligabue
Performer(s): Luciano Ligabue - 1997



Camminerò
Fuori e dentro di me
Fuori da chi mi avete chiesto
Vi lascierò
In giro i giochi che ho
Voi fate pure, io
intanto, non cresco
Ultimo tango a Memphis
C'è chi non va più via
non va più via
Pensi di avermi, pensi
Senza averne un'idea
Camminerò
Fino a quando ce n'ho
Conosco il buio ed altri posti
E mi slaccierò
Quella cintura che so
Che ti fa dire "ci
siamo già visti?"
Ultimo tango a Memphis
C'è chi non va più via
non va più via
Mi hanno voluto Elvis
Per la loro allegria
Ho un magazzino pieno
Di sogni già fatti
Alcuni ancora buoni
Parecchi son rotti
Ma ci sono eh se ci sono
Ultimo tango a Memphis
C'è chi non va più via
non va più via
Pensi di avermi, pensi
Senza averne un'idea
Ultimo tango a Memphis
C'è chi non va più via
non va più via
Mi hanno voluto Elvis
Per la loro allegria
(Damianò)

Hands Across The Border
Composer(s): Ned Washington; Hoagy Carmichael
Performer(s): Roy Rogers



Hands across the border
Hands that reach my heart are stirring tender memories
And the touch of them will haunt me forever
Dream so much of them I'm never at ease
I've held your hands across the border
Since we've been apart
But now I want to see things through
Back where dreams are made to order in our old rendezvous
Hands across the border, calling me to you

Suspicious Minds
Composer(s): Mark James
First release by: Mark James - 1968
Covered by multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages:
1973 - Soupçons
1997 - Ultimo Tango A Memphis



We're caught in a trap
I can't walk out
Because I love you too much baby
Why can't you see
What you're doing to me
When you don't believe a word I say?
We can't go on together
With suspicious minds
And we can't build our dreams
On suspicious minds
So, if an old friend I know
Drops by to say hello
Would I still see suspicion in your eyes?
Here we go again
Asking where I've been
You can't see these tears are real
I'm crying
We can't go on together
With suspicious minds
And be can't build our dreams
On suspicious minds
Oh let our love survive
Or dry the tears from your eyes
Let's don't let a good thing die
When honey, you know
I've never lied to you
Mmm yeah, yeah

Handprints On The Wall
Composer(s): Scott Innes; Claude Parish; Nelson Blanchard
Performer(s): Kenny Rogers



The wait turned into hours
Before you came my way
The smile that filled a daddy's heart
On the special day
The moment left me speechless
I didn't know what to say
Then you took your first breath
That took mine away

Days go by so quickly
Summer turns to fall
Seems like only yesterday
That you began to crawl
So don't be afraid to take that step
I'll catch you when you fall
I don't mind if you leave behind
A few handprints on the wall

I can't describe this feeling
Way down deep inside
The itsy-bitsy spider
Was the first thing that we tried
Patty cake, the baker's man
With your hands so very small
You could always stay this young
And I wouldn't mind at all

Days go by so quickly
Summer turns to fall
Seems like only yesterday
That you began to crawl
So don't be afraid to take that step
I'll catch you when you fall
I don't mind if you leave behind
A few handprints on the wall

Is Always Over Now?
Composer(s): Gerry Morgan
First performance by: Dawn Martin - 1998



I never thought that it would end
You were the one – my love, my friend
You were my every dream come true
Always, you said, was me and you
 
So how can you say it's over now?
How can you wave it all goodbye?
Always, you said, this love would be
Always, you said, was you and me
 
Is always over now?
Does it never last that long?
Were the feelings that I had
Ever right, or was it wrong?
To think that love should last
Was mistaken on my part
But you promised me the earth
(You promised me...)
And you only broke my heart
 
You touched my soul
You touched my life
You always would, you said
But now, you are taking always away
 
Is always over now?
Does it never last that long?
Were the feelings that I had
Ever right, or was it wrong?
To think that love should last
Was mistaken on my part
But you promised me the earth
(You promised me...)
And you only broke my heart
 
Is always over now?
Does it never last that long?
Were the feelings that I had
Ever right, or was it wrong?
To think that love should last
Was mistaken on my part
But you promised me the earth
(You promised me...)
And you only broke my heart
(You promised me...)

Handouts In The Rain
Composer(s): Richie Havens
Performer(s): Richie Havens; Paul Weller



You can talk about your neighbor
You can grab him by the collar
You can hurt him only if he hollers
"Let me go…let me go"

But we all know that's old-fashioned
And it can only lead to pain
Where we might end up on the corner
Taking handouts in the rain

You can bomb your foreign brother
You can hurt him until he dies
You can kill him until he never asks you why
You're on his land…you're on his land

But we all know that's all over
And that can only lead to blame
Where we might end up for our country
Taking handouts in the rain

You can trample on your sister
You can hurt her only if she cries
You can hurt her only if she cares
With all her heart…with all her heart

But we all know she'd be a mother
And that could only lead to shame
Where she might end up for her children
Taking handouts in the rain

Teach your children stories
You can fill them full of lies
You can make them all despise
One another…one another

But when they all find out later
And they call us by our rightful names
And send us shamefully to old age
Taking handouts in the rain
Taking handouts in the rain
Taking handouts in the rain

Sound Your Funky Horn
Composer(s): Harry Wayne "K.C." Casey - Clarence Reid
Performer(s): K.C. & the Sunshine Band



Bass man turn the power on
Drummer turn the beat
Tenor man come take your stand
Everybody on your feet

Everybody sound your funky horn
Come on get down
Everybody sound your funky horn
Come on get down

Guitar keep the rhythm
Congas and the groove
When my main man gets on his horn
Everybody’s got to move

Everybody sound your funky horn
Come on get down
Everybody sound your funky horn
Come on get down, ooh

Everybody sound your funky horn
Come on get down (Get down)
Everybody sound your funky horn
Come on get down

Bass man, Mr. Drummer
Keep a smile on your face
And get down Mr. Conga
Keep on keepin’ a steady pace

Everybody sound your funky horn
Come on get down
Everybody sound your funky horn
Come on get down, ooh…hoo…

Everybody come on
Sound your funky (Ooh), let it blow (Let it blow)
Let me hear it (Let me hear it), let me hear it (Let me hear it)
Let me hear it (Let me hear it), let me hear it (Let me hear it)
Let me hear it (Let me hear it)

Handle With Care
Composer(s): The Traveling Wilburys
Performer(s): The Traveling Wilburys



Been beat up and battered 'round
Been sent up, and I've been shot down
You're the best thing that I've ever found
Handle me with care

Reputations changeable
Situations tolerable
Baby, you're adorable
Handle me with care

I'm so tired of being lonely
I still have some love to give
Won't you show me that you really care

(Bridge)
Everybody's got somebody to lean on
Put your body next to mine, and dream on

I've been fobbed off, and I've been fooled
I've been robbed and ridiculed
In day care centers and night schools
Handle me with care

Been stuck in airports, terrorized
Sent to meetings, hypnotized
Overexposed, commercialized
Hand me with care

I'm so tired of being lonely
I still have some love to give
Won't you show me that you really care

(Bridge)

I've been uptight and made a mess
But I'll clean it up myself, I guess
Oh, the sweet smell of success
Handle me with care

The One That I Love
Composer(s): Jason Cassar - Sunny Aquilina
First performance by: Chiara Siracusa - 1998



Such a lovely night, when the stars are shining bright
And you're near, we're all alone, 'cause I long for you so much
I never felt this way, not before
You turn on my mind more and more
 
I think that I'm in love and you mean so much to me
I think I love you so, I'll never let you go
This must be love
Up there we seem to flow, I'm certain and now I know
For me, yes, you're just the one
The one that I love
 
Such a lovely sight, when the colours shine so bright
And you're near, we're all alone, and I feel so warm inside
I never felt this way all my life
You came like spring sunshine, gave me life
 
I think that I'm in love and you mean so much to me
I think I love you so, I'll never let you go
This must be love
Up there we seem to flow, I'm certain and now I know
For me, yes, you're just the one
The one that I love
 
For me, yes, you're just the one
The one that I love

Handcuffs
Composer(s): George Clinton; Glen Goins; John McLaughlin
Performer(s): Parliament



Oh, do I have to put my hand cuffs on you, mama?
Do I have to keep under lock and key?
Do I have to put hand cuffs on you, mama?
Now we both know that's not how it should be

Do I have to put my hand cuffs on you, mama?
You're a sweet fine sexy woman and you're good to a man
Cause if I have to put my hand cuffs on you, mama
I hope that you will understand

If I have to keep you barefoot and pregnant
Oh, to keep you here in my world
(Lay down, girl) lay down and take off-a your shoes
Cause I'm a-gonna do to you
What it is I got to do

If we've been fighting like you say that we do
I know you won't mind, if I'm possessive, now would you?
You preach about lovin', you know it is to blame
That's why I can ask you and not even feel ashamed

Do I have to put my hand cuffs on you, mama?
Are you susceptible to flatter and game? (Lord we can game)
Do I have to put my hand cuffs on you, mama?
Will you submit to the first human to be called a name?
Cause if I have to put my hand cuffs on you, mama
Don't you know I know, that that would be uncool
Do I have to put my hand cuffs on you, mama?
I don't mind, I'll offer the moon, yeah
Yeah, I'll be the fool

I don't care if I'm lookin' like a chauvenistic kind of whatever
Some kind, Carl, you can go to hell
If I find that I need some help
Gonna put on my chastity belt
What it is, I got to do

If we've been fighting like you say that we do
Then you won't mind, if I'm possessive, now would you?
You preach about lovin', you know it is to blame
That's why I can ask you and not even feel ashamed

Oh, do I have to put my hand cuffs on you, mama?
Do I have to keep under lock and key? (ahhh)
Do I have to put hand cuffs on you, mama?
Now we both know that's not how it should be

Do I have to put my hand cuffs on you, mama?
Are you susceptible to flatter and game? (Lord we can game)
Do I have to put my hand cuffs on you, mama?
Girl, you're a sweet fine sexy woman and you're good to man
Will you submit to the first human to be called a name?
Hopin' you, hopin' you will understand

Sound The Bell
Composer(s): Clarence Garlow - W. Shuler
Performer(s): Johnny Winter; Brophy Dale



I went out and got married
Thought I'd live a happy life
But before I could settle down
Another man had stole my wife

Well, sound the bell-yes it feels so sad
Nobody knows, the troubles I had-no

If you see my woman, won't you tell her for me
That you left me crying, and my heart's in misery

Well, sound the bell-well I feel so sad
Nobody knows, the troubles I had (long "no")

("yeah")

You might think I'm crazy, but I'll never love again
I'm going back home to my mama, 'cause she's my only friend

Sound the bell-Lord, I feel so sad
Nobody knows, the troubles I had-no
Nobody knows, the troubles I had (with a loud "no")
Nobody knows the troubles I had

Handbags And Gladrags
Composer(s): Michael d'Abo
Performer(s): Mike d'Abo;
and various other artists



Ever seen a blind man cross the road
Trying to make the other side
Ever seen a young girl growing old
Trying to make herself a bride
And what becomes of you my love
When they have finally stripped you of
The handbags and the gladrags
That your Grandad had to sweat so you could buy

Once I was a young man
And all I thought I had to do was smile
So listen all you young girls
Who have bought everything that’s in style
‘Cos once you think you're in you're out
For you don't mean a thing without
The handbags and the gladrags
That your Grandad had to sweat so you could buy

Sing a song of six-pence for your sake
And take a bottle full of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake
And bake ‘em all in a pie
They told me you missed school today
So I suggest you just throw away
The handbags and the gladrags
That your Grandad had to sweat so you could buy

And what becomes of you my love
When they have finally stripped you of
The handbags and the gladrags
That your Grandad had to sweat so you could buy