Stay While The Night Is Young
Composer(s): Chris Youlden
Performer(s): Savoy Brown; Thaddaeus Quince & The New Originals



Don't worry 'bout the
morning
Because the day might never
come
Don't worry 'bout the
future
Just stay while the night
is young

Don't pretend that it's your
first time
Don't pretend that it's
no fun
Don't tell me 'bout your
mother
Just stay while the night
is young

It's so easy to relax if
you try
Please don't think about the
time going by
You can tell me 'bout the
things on your mind
Just lie back and
unwind

Just experience the
moment
Instead of thinking what's
to come
Can't have the fall before
the summer
So stay while the night
is young

Hit The Road To Dreamland
Composer(s): Harold Arlen; Johnny Mercer
Performer(s): Shirley Jones & Jack Cassidy;
and various other artists



Both:
Bye bye baby
Time to hit the road to dreamland
You're my baby

Shirley:
Dig you in the land of nod

Both:
Hold tight baby
We'll be swinging up in dreamland
All night baby

Jack:
Where the little cherubs trot

Shirley:
Look at that knocked out moon
Been a-blowing his top in the blue

Jack:
Never saw the likes of you

Both:
Bye bye baby
Time to hit the road to dreamland
Don't cry baby
It was divine but the rooster has finally crowed

Jack:
Time to hit the road

Shirley:
Bye bye baby

(Bells)

Jack:
Bye bye baby

Both:
Well it was divine but the cuckoo has finally crowed
Time to hit the road Time to hit the road
Time to hit the road

Unsubstantial Blues
Composer(s): Magdi Rúzsa - Imre Mózsik
First performance by: Magdi Rúzsa - 2007



How many times have you fooled me and denied that
It's her who you love, and it sure isn't me?
So now that it's over, I'll try and take it sober
Leave questions unasked, remember us laughing at the broken past
God, if I could make it on without you
 
You're such a casual man, oh, wavin' an empty hand
I'm helpless and I'm lonely without you
Yes, you're a casual man, lendin' an empty hand
Left me breathless with nothing more to lose
 
I used to dream we'd take it nice and easy
Get jobs, settle down in Jameson Town
If now you could see me, you'd think twice about leaving
You said forever is the time you gonna spend around
 
So why did you leave me?
And why should I believe it?
You say goodbye
Oh, why, oh... why you leave me?
Said, why?
 
You're such a casual man, oh, wavin' an empty hand
I'm helpless and I'm lonely without you
You're such a casual man, lendin' an empty hand
Left me breathless with nothing more to lose
 
Casual man, lendin' an empty hand
Left me breathless with nothing more to lose
Except an evanescent unsubstantial blues

Hit The Road Jack
Composer(s): Percy Mayfield
Performer(s): Ray Charles



Hit the Road Jack and don't you come back
No more no more no more no more
Hit the Road Jack and don't you come back
No more
What'd you say

Old woman old woman, oh you treat me so mean
You're the meanest old woman that I ever have seen
Well I guess if you say so
I'll have to pack my things and go (that's right)

Now Baby, listen Baby, don't you treat me this-a way
'Cause I'll be back on my feet some day
Don't care if you do, 'cause it's understood
You got no money, and you just ain't no good
Well I guess if you say so
I'll have to pack my things and go (that's right)

Well ...
Uh, what you say?
I didn't understand you
You can't mean that ...
Aw now Baby 
Please
What you trying to do to me!?

Stay The Night
Composer(s): Benjamin Orr - Diane Grey Page
Performer(s): Benjamin Orr



Sometimes you twist
Always insist that you know a way
Should I let go now
Would I even know how to anyway
And all that matters
Is turned around
Over and over again
We're at full circle
It comes down to now again
Stay the night
Let a little love show
Stay the night
It's all right . . . yeah
Stay the night
Don't say you don't know
Stay the night
trying so hard to hold onto you
can show me how
if I seem cautious
maybe im lost
can show me now
and all that matters
is turned around
over and over again
we're at full circle
it comes down to now again
stay the night
let a little love show
stay the night
it's all right
stay the night
you lead, I'll follow
stay the night
stay tonight
in all the making
yours for the taking
shakin' me down
you see what we've got
you know what's it's not
that turns you upside-down
and all that matters
is turned around
over and over again
we're at full circle
it comes down to now again
stay the night
let a little love show
stay the night
don't say you don't know
stay the night
you lead, I'll follow
stay the night
stay the night
come on, stay the night
stay the night. . . yeah
stay the night
let a little love show
stay the night
stay the night
stay the night
don't say you don't know
stay the night
it's all right
just stay the night
stay the night
let a little love show
stay the night
stay tonight
stay the night
don't say you don't know
stay the night
you lead, I'll follow
stay the night

Hit The Ground Running
Composer(s): Tim Finn
Performer(s): Tim Finn



San Francisco New York City
strangely silent strangely empty
His graffiti filled the subway
But where's my brother
He could keep you up for hours
in a town of wilting flowers
I can more or less continue my life
I can give in or I can try
Hit the ground running
Hit the ground running for your life
Deadly virus so few survivors
creeps up quickly leaves you darkly
But where's my brother
when you're standing shoulder to shoulder
Fear and anger make you bolder
I can more or less continue my life
I can give in or I can try
Hit the ground running
Hit the ground running for your life
He could keep you up for hours
He could keep you up for hours
I can more or less continue my life
I can give in or I can try
Hit the ground running
Hit the ground running for your life
I can always hit the street swaying
but there's no one there to catch you when you fall
Hit the ground running
Hit the ground running for your life
I went to the river on the Lower East Side
cried and cried and cried and cried
Went to the River on the Lower East Side
I cry cry cry cry cried

Leave Me Alone
Composer(s): Martti Vuorinen - Miikka Huttunen - Hanna Pakarinen
First performance by: Hanna Pakarinen - 2007



I have to leave, but you are still sleeping
There's nothing to say, our time has run out
You took me to bed, that's what you were seeking
But you don't even care what I am about
 
I wanna, I wanna wake you
 
Leave me alone, I wanna go home
I don't wanna see you, so leave me alone
Leave me alone, 'cause I feel like dyin'
Leave me alone, I wanna go home
The day will still come when I see you crying
'Cause you will get yours, just leave me alone
 
But what if I stay and wait till she comes home?
She don't even know she loves you in vain
The lies that you told will turn into sorrow
I gotta go crazy just to stay sane
 
I wanna, I wanna break you
 
Leave me alone, I wanna go home
I don't wanna see you, so leave me alone
Leave me alone, 'cause I feel like dyin'
Leave me alone, I wanna go home
The day will still come when I see you crying
'Cause you will get yours, just leave me alone
 
I gotta, I gotta hate you
 
Leave me alone, I wanna go home
I don't wanna see you, so leave me alone
Leave me alone, 'cause I feel like dyin'
Leave me alone, I wanna go home
I couldn't care less if love just lies dying
And this is goodbye, just leave me alone

Hit Somebody! (The Hockey Song)
Composer(s): Mitch Albom; Warren Zevon
Performer(s): Warren Zevon



He was born in Big Beaver by the borderline
He started playing hockey by the time he was nine
His dad took the hose and froze the back yard
And Little Buddy dreamed he was Rocket Richard
He grew up big and he grew up tough
He saw himself scoring for the Wings or Canucks
But he wasn't that good with a puck

Buddy's real talent was beating people up
His heart wasn't in it but the crowd ate it up
Through pee-wee's and juniors, midgets and mites
He must have racked up more than three hundred fights
A scout from the flames came down from Saskatoon
Said, "There's always room on our team for a goon
Son, we've always got room for a goon"

There were Swedes to the left of him
Russians to the right
A Czech at the blue line looking for a fight
Brains over brawn--that might work for you
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?

Hit somebody! was what the crowd roared
When Buddy the goon came over the boards
"Coach," he'd say, "I wanna score goals"
The coach said, "Buddy, remember your role
The fast guys get paid, they shoot, they score
Protect them, Buddy, that's what you're here for

Protection is what you're here for
Protection--it's the stars that score
Protection--kick somebody's ass
Protection--don't put the biscuit in the basket just
Hit some, Buddy! it rang in his ears
Blood on the ice ran down through the years
The king of the goons with a box for a throne
A thousand stitches and broken bones
He never lost a fight on his icy patrol
But deep inside, Buddy only dreamed of a goal
He just wanted one damn goal

There were Swedes at the the blue line
Finns at the red
A Russian with a stick heading straight for his head
Brains over brawn--that might work for you
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?

In his final season, on his final night
Buddy and a Finn goon were pegged for a fight
Thirty seconds left, the puck took a roll
And suddenly Buddy had a shot on goal

The goalie committed, Buddy picked his spot
Twenty years of waiting went into that shot
The fans jumped up, the Finn jumped too
And coldcocked Buddy on his follow through
The big man crumbled but he felt all right
'Cause the last thing he saw
was the flashing red light
He saw that heavenly light

There were Swedes to the left of him
Russians to the right
A Czech at the blue line looking for a fight
Take care of your teeth--that might work for you
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?

Leave Me Alone
Composer(s): Michael Anderson - Clare Grogan - A. McDaid - Johnny McElhone
Performer(s): Altered Images



She was meant, meant to be the one for me
She was once, not now, my only love
Why don't you know, why don't you care
Why don't you realise?
What she did to me, meant to me
Leave me, why don't you leave me alone?
Why don't you know, why don't you care
Why don't you realise?
What she did to me, meant to me
Leave me, why don't you leave me alone?
I'd like to make it clear
To make it crystal
To make you know at first, show at first
Leave me

I'd like to make it clear
To make it crystal
To make you know at first, show at first
Leave me

I hate her now, despise her now, loathe her now
Hate hate hate, hate her now, yeah
She's disgusting
Disgusting to me
Why don't you know, why don't you care
Why don't you realise?
What she did to me, meant to me
Leave me, why don't you leave me alone?
On and on and on and on and
On and on and on and on and
On and on and on and on
How much I loved her, loved her

Why don't you know, why don't you care
Why don't you realise?
What she did to me, meant to me
Leave me, why don't you leave me alone?
On and on and on and on and
On and on and on and on and
On and on and on and on
How much I loved her, loved her, loved her
Leave me, leave me, leave me alone
Leave me, leave me, leave me alone
Alone, alone, alone, alone, alone, alone, alone, alone
Leave me
Alone

Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick
Composer(s): Ian Dury; Chas Jankel
Performer(s): Ian Dury & The Blockheads



In the deserts of Sudan and the gardens of Japan
From Milan to Yucatan, ev'ry woman, ev'ry man

Hit me your rhythm stick, hit me, hit me
Je t'adore, ich liebe dich, hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me with your rhythm stick
Hit me slowly, hit me quick
Hit me, hit me, hit me

In the wilds of Borneo and the vineyards of Bordeaux
Eskimo, Arapaho, move their body to and fro

Hit me with your rhythm stick, hit me, hit me
Das ist gut, c'est fantastique, hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me with your rhythm stick
It's nice to be a lunatic
Hit me, hit me, hit me

Hit me, hit me, hit me!

In the dock of Tiger Bay, on the road to Mandalay
From Bombay to Santa Fé, o'er the hills and far away

Hit me with your rhythm stick, hit me, hit me
C'est si bon, mm? Ist es nicht? Hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me with your rhythm stick
Two fat persons, click, click, click
Hit me, hit me, hit me 
Hit me, hit me, hit me - hit me, hit me ....

Stay Just A Little While
Composer(s): Steve Allen - Eula Parker
Performer(s): Andy Williams



Stay just a little while with me
Say that you'll share a smile with me
I need the touch of a friendly hand
Somehow I know that you'll understand
So, though we have to say adieu
Soon I'll be back again with you
And when tomorrow comes
I promise you that I'll
Stay a little while

And when tomorrow comes
I promise you that I'll
Stay a little while

History Repeating
Composer(s): Alex Gifford
Performer(s): Shirley Bassey;
and various other artists



The word is about, there's something evolving
whatever may come, the world keeps revolving...
They say the next big thing is here
that the revolution's near
But to me it seems quite clear
that it's all just a little bit of history repeating

The newspapers shout a new style is growing
but it don't know if it's coming or going
there is fashion, there is fad
some is good, some is bad
and the joke rather sad
that it's all just a little bit of History repeating

... and I've seen it before
... and I'll see it again
... yes I've seen it before
... just little bits of history repeating

Some people don't dance, if they don't know who's singing
why ask your head, it's your hips that are swinging
Life's for us to enjoy
woman, man, girl and boy
feel the pain, feel the joy
aside set the little bits of history repeating

... just little bits of history repeating
... and I've seen it before
... and I'll see it again
... yes I've seen it before
... just little bits of history repeating

They Can't Stop The Spring
Composer(s): John Waters - Tommy Moran
First performance by: Dervish - 2007



The curtain has been raised, the wall no longer stands
And from Lisadell to Latvia, we're singing as one clan
The curtain has been raised, and Europe's all one stage
And the archipelagic icicles have melted like the cage
 
We don't need no party, just a party band
A continental choir singing hand in hand
 
They might scare the blackbird
But they cannot stop him sing
They may steal the honey
But they'll never steal the sting
They may crush the flowers
Trample every living thing
But they can't stop the spring
 
They might scare the blackbird
But they cannot stop him sing
They may steal the honey
But they'll never steal the sting
They may crush the flowers
And trample every living thing
But they can't stop the spring
 
They might scare the blackbird
But they cannot stop him sing
They may steal the honey
But they'll never steal the sting
They may crush the flowers
And trample every living thing
But they can't stop the spring
 
No, they can't stop the spring

História De Un Amor
((Adapted from: Histoire D'un Amour (by Luis Mariano) - 1958))
Composer(s): Carlos Eleta Almarán
Performer(s): Luis Miguel - 1994
and multiple other artists



Ya no estas mas a mi lado, corazon
En el alma solo tengo soledad
Y si ya no puedo verte
Porque Dios me hizo quererte
Para hacerme sufrir más

Siempre fuiste la razon de mi existir
Adorarte para mi fue religion
Y en tus besos yo encontraba
El calor que me brindaba
El amor, y la pasion
Historia de Amor
Es la historia de un amor
Como no hay otro igual
Que me hizo comprender
Todo el bien, todo el mal

Que le dio luz a mi vida
Apagandola despues
Ay que vida tan obscura
Sin tu amor no vivire

Stay In Your Own Back Yard (aka Mama's Little Alabama Coon)
Composer(s): Lyn Udall - Karl Kennett
Performer(s): Arthur Pryor; Dick Hyman



Ah's mama's li'l Alabama coon
And ah ain't been born very long
Ah's remember one big round moon
Ah's member singin’ one sweet song
When they took me down to the cotton field
There I tumbled and I rolled in the sun
Daddy picking cotton; mama watch me grow
This was the old song she sung

Lilac trees are bloomin’ in the garden by the gate
Mammy's at her little cabin door
Curly headed picanniny comin’ home so late
Cryin’ cuz his little heart is sore

All the children play around
With skins so white and fair
None of them with him would ever play
So mammy in her lap, took that weeping little chap
And crooned him in her kind old way

Why don't you play in your own backyard
Never mind what the white chile do
Nobody ever would want to play
With a little black coon like you

Go out and play as long as you please
But Honey don’t you cry so hard
Go out and jump on the high board fence
But stay in your own backyard

Go to sleep my little picanny 
Brer fox catch you if ya don't
Slumber on the bosom of your ol' mama Jinny
Mama goin to swap yo if you don't 
Ah-loo-ah-loo-ah-looah-loo-ah-loo
Underneath the sunny southern moon
Lullabye, Rockabye Mama's li'l baby
Mama's li'l Alabama Coon

História De Uma Gata
Performer(s): Chico Buarque



Me alimentaram
Me acariciaram
Me aliciaram
Me acostumaram

O meu mundo era o apartamento
Detefon, almofada e trato
Todo dia filé-mignon
Ou mesmo um bom filé... de gato
Me diziam em casa, não tome vento
Mas é duro ficar na sua
Quando à luz da lua
Tantos gatos pela rua
Toda a noite vão cantando assim

Nós, gatos, já nascemos pobres
Porém, já nascemos livress
Senhor, senhora ou senhorio
Felino, não reconhecerás

De manhã eu voltei pra casa
Fui barrada na portaria
Sem filé e sem almofada
Por causa da cantoria
Mas agora o meu dia-a-dia
É no meio da gataria
Pela rua virando lata
Eu sou mais eu, mais gata
Numa louca serenata
Que de noite sai cantando assim

Nós, gatos, já nascemos pobres
Porém, já nascemos livress
Senhor, senhora ou senhorio
Felino, não reconhecerás

Work Your Magic
Composer(s): Philip Kirkorov - Karen Kavaleryan
First performance by: Koldun - 2007



Welcome to the night and you will see
You've got the magic power
I am on my way, I keep the key to your tower
 
You can serve me something really hot
Call it love or madness
But you'll get the best of what I've got
 
Work your magic
I never wanna lose this feeling
I am able and I'm willing
Yes, I'm willing
 
Work your magic
You set my beating heart in motion
When you cast your loving potion
Loving potion
 
Work your magic
I never wanna lose this feeling
I am able and I'm willing
Yes, I'm willing
 
Work your magic
You set my beating heart in motion
When you cast your loving potion over me
 
Baby, you can put your spell on me
Makin' it slow and steady
Maybe I can solve your mystery
Are you ready?
 
We are standing closely skin to skin
Playin' a very old game
In this game of love, you always win
 
Work your magic
I never wanna lose this feeling
I am able and I'm willing
Yes, I'm willing
 
Work your magic
You set my beating heart in motion
When you cast your loving potion over me
 
When you cast your loving potion over me
 
So you work your magic
Baby, work your magic
Keep my heart forever bound
 
Work your magic
I never wanna lose this feeling
I am able and I'm willing
Yes, I'm willing
 
Work your magic
You set my beating heart in motion
When you cast your loving potion over me

Historia De Mate Cosido
Composer(s): Adrián Abonizio
Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto



Sentado entre maderas 
y flores caen 
la llama del tabaco 
y la cruz de los barcos
Alla lejos cuando salen 
de la iglesia los compadres 
se sientan a jugar
al sol
Una fiesta cuesta arriba 
hubo anoche y en la esquina 
amanecio lloviendo

Sentado entre maderas
y las flores caen
la llama del tabaco
y la cruz de los barcos
Si las luces de este pueblo
te preguntan como he muerto 
deciles: que no sabes
Mi revolver, mi campera
mi hacha, mi trampera
mis viejos perros, mi prontuario
Tenes que estar prevenido
un dia la lancha, va a llegar
me quedare tan tranquilo
me cambiare de camisa 
y de pu–al
para que un oficial escriba 
en el parte de salida, un ahogo
se ganara un ascenso 
como padre de familia
para que un oficial escriba
en el parte de salida, un ahogo
lo contara en la guardia, que no tembló
Para que el rio se detenga 
a la hora senalada, llegará 
como una pu–alada 
como una mano más

Stay In My Corner
Composer(s): Wade Flemons - Barrett Strong - Bobby Miller
First release by: The Dells - 1965



If you stay-ay-ay darling (stay in my corner)
You make me so proud, stay darling
Please stay in my corner
To the world I'd cry my love
How I love you
Honey I love you, I really love you
Please, please, please stay darling
And I will never never let you down
Just say you'll stay
Stay in my corner
Cause I'll need you always around
To tell me you love me
Honey love me, so darling stay

There'll be times when I may fail
I'll need your love to comfort me
But if these may prevail
But just a kiss from you
Will make things sweet
Mmm stay, ohhhhh stay
One more time baby
But just a kiss from you
Will make things sweet
Honey I love you, I love you
I love you ...

Historia De Las Sillas
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez



En el borde del camino hay una silla
la rapiña merodea aquel lugar
La casaca del amigo esta tendida
el amigo no se sienta a descansar
Sus zapatos de gastados son espejos
que le queman la garganta con el sol
y a través de su cansancio pasa un viejo
que le seca con la sombra el sudor

En la punta del amor viaja el amigo
en la punta más aguda que hay que ver
Esa punta que lo mismo cava en tierra
que en las ruinas, que en un rastro de mujer
Es por eso que es soldado y es amante
es por eso que es madera y es metal
es por eso que lo mismo siembra rosas
que razones de bandera y arsenal

El que tenga una canción tendrá tormenta
el que tenga compañía, soledad
El que siga un buen camino tendrá sillas
peligrosas que lo inviten a parar
Pero vale la canción buena tormenta
y la compañía vale soledad
siempre vale la agonía de la prisa
aunque se llene de sillas la verdad