A Moving Story
Composer(s): Chris Difford - Glenn Tilbrook
Performer(s): Squeeze



She moved from Clapham 
And didn't look back 
Her life was changed in an instant 
The van was filled up 
And tied to the rack 
Her home that now seemed so distant 
Kissing goodbye 
To her friends on the stairs 
She felt a loss deep within her 
Sat in the front seat with stuff everywhere 
The neighbours said they would ring her 
They moved to the sea front 
And loved their new view 
Of tides coming in on the shingle 
She and her daughter 
Found new things to do 
At last it was good to be single 
And in the summer 
The place came alive 
Lights on the pier in the evening 
The fresh sea air 
And could cut with a knife 
Such a wonderful feeling 

She worked in a pub 
Where bands would appear 
On a tiny stage in the corner 
She watched them load in 
With tattered old gear 
The place would get like a sauna 
London had gone now 
Her new life was strong 
She found herself a new karma 
She fell for a man 
Who played with a band 
And took her life from it's drama 

She moved from Clapham 
And didn't look back 
The past was neatly extinguished 
He was much younger 
But she lived with that 
He struggled hard with his english 
She felt his loving 
And proudly reclaimed 
All of the warmth she'd been lacking 
They lay in bed 
Looking out at the rain 
No more moving or packing 

She moved from Clapham 
And didn't look back 
Her life had changed in an instant

How Many Teardrops
Composer(s): Rick Rodell
Performer(s): Lou Christie



How many teardrops must I cry till you believe in me? 
And how many teardrops must I dry to end this misery? 

I wanna know: how many teardrops must I cry yi yi yi yi 
Must I cry, have to fall 
To say you're mine (you're mine) only mine (you're mine) 
Mi yi yi yi yi yine 

I wish I knew the reason why you've gone & made me blue 
You didn't even tell me that you and I were through 
I wanna know: how many teardrops must I cry 
Must I cry, have to fall 
To say you're mine (you're mine) only mine 

It's all a part of a little game that you had cooked up for me 
Tryin' to find out just how much you really mean to me 
If that's the reason for leavin', there's no reason to explain 
'Cause baby, I really need you like the roses need the rain 

I wanna know: how many teardrops must I cry yi yi yi yi 
Must I cry, have to fall 
To say you're mine (how many teardrops) 
Oh must I cry (how many teardrops) 
Oh must I cry (how many teardrops)

A Mother's Way
Composer(s): Reg Keating
Performer(s): Foster & Allen



It's just a mother's way
To worry through the day
'Bout every little thing
Like falling off a swing
When you are out at play

The years slide quickly by
The Summers seem to fly
And then you move along
You break out on your own
But you don't see her cry

For a while she hides behind a smile
But then her eyes reveal
She worries still today

Take her hand
Show her you understand
A little tenderness will go a long, long way

And now the years have flown
She's sitting all alone
With all her photographs and memories of the past
She's glad when you come home

For a while she hides behind a smile
But then her eyes reveal
She worries still today

Take her hand
Show her you understand
A little tenderness will go a long, long way

For a while she hides behind a smile
But then her eyes reveal
She worries still today

Take her hand
Show her you understand
A little tenderness will go a long, long way
A little tenderness will go a long, long way

How Many More Times
Composer(s): John Bonham; John Paul Jones; Jimmy Page
Performer(s): Led Zeppelin;
and various other artists



How many more times, treat me the way you wanna do
How many more times, treat me the way you wanna do
When I give you all my love, please, please be true

I'll give you all I've got to give, rings, pearls, and all
I'll give you all I've got to give, rings, pearls, and all
I got to get you together, baby
I'm sure, sure you're gonna call
Oh, wanna love some other man too

Ooh
I was a young man, I couldn't resist
Started thinkin' it over just what I had missed
Got me a girl and I kissed her, and then, and then
whoops, oh, no, yeah, well I did it again
Now Iv'e got ten children of my own
I got another child on the way that makes eleven
But I'm in constant Heaven

I know it's alright in my mind
'cause I got a little schoolgirl and she's all mine
I can't get through to her 'cause it doesn't permit
but I'm gonna give her everything I've got to give

Oh, Rosie, oh, girl
Oh, Rosie, oh, girl
Steal away, now, steal away
Steal away, baby, steal away
Little Robert Anthony wants to come and play
A-why don'tcha come with me, baby, steal away
Alright, alright

Well, they call me the Hunter, that's my name
Call me the Hunter, that's how I got my fame
Ain't no need to hide, Ain't no need to run
'cause I've got you in the sights of my gun

How many more times, barrelhouse all night long, alright
How many more times, barrelhouse all night long
Well, I've got to get to you, baby
So-whoa-whoa-whoa please come home
Why don't you listen to me, babe
Why don't you please come home
Why don't you please come home
Why don't you please come, oh

A Mother's Love Is A Blessing
(Traditional)



An Irish boy was leaving
Leaving his native home
Crossing the broad Atlantic
Once more he wished to roam
And as he was leaving his mother
Who was standing on the quay
She threw her arms around his waist
And this to him did say

A mother's love's a blessing
No matter where you roam
Keep her while she's living
You'll miss her when she's gone
Love her as in childhood
Though feeble, old and grey
For you'll never miss a mother's love
Till she's buried beneath the clay

And as the years go onwards
I'll settle down in life
And choose a nice young colleen
And take her for my wife
And as the babes grow older
And climb around my knee
I'll teach them the very same lesson
That my mother taught to me

A mother's love's a blessing
No matter where you roam
Keep her while she's living
You'll miss her when she's gone
Love her as in childhood
Though feeble, old and grey
For you'll never miss a mother's love
Till she's buried beneath the clay

How Many?
Composer(s): Howard Blair; Hal Barnes
Performer(s): Jim Reeves;
and various other artists



If all the guys you ever knew
Were standing here in front of you
I wonder just how many there would be?

If everyone you ever kissed
Was put on paper in a list
I wonder just how many there would be?

You must have kissed a million
For everywhere we go 
You seem so well acquainted
The way they smile and say "hello"

If I could count their broken hearts
Like I would have if we should part
I wonder just how many there would be?

Abrázame
Composer(s): José Feliciano - Salomon Gil - Michael Masser - José M. Silva
Performer(s): José Feliciano



Feliciano:
Te abrazo, te toco, te hago una mujer
ya siento mi amor, que te voy a tener
La noche es duea de los dos
y te abrazo, te toco, te voy a hacer sentir mujer

Lanny:
De nada vale ahora mentir
siento en mi alma un frenes

Both:
Abrzame esta noche amor
abrzame hasta siempre
ahgame en tu calor amor
ammonos por siempre
Abrzame esta noche amor
abrzame hasta siempre
no sentimos ya temor amor
ammonos por siempre

Lanny:
Y te entiendo porque siento tu amor por mi
sabes que nunca voy a fingir
No tenemos nada que temer
as que abrzame, tcame
y hazme sentir mujer

Feliciano:
De nada vale ahora mentir
confa solo siempre en mi

Both:
Abrazame esta noche...

Lanny:
Te abrozo...Te toco

Feliciano:
Y te hago sentir mujer

Both:
Abrazame esta noche amor...

A Mother's Love
Composer(s): Toshifumi Hinata - Bill Wray - Diana Ross
Performer(s): Diana Ross



In a world of make believe
You can change all that you see
But in the world of reality
You've taught me all that I need

Time like a river flows
Twisting and turning all the way
Life is an endless road
You've been with me day by day

The only way I can thank you
Is to be the best that I can be
If we hold on together
Just you and me

A mother's love is forever
A mother's love is for free
It doesn't matter if you're good or bad
She's there for whatever you need

In the world of fantasy
Hold on to your dreams
Open up your heart and see
All the love you need is me

Time like a river flows
Twisting and turning all the way
Life is an endless road
You've been with me day by day

You are you and I am me
You've made me all that I am
Heart to heart and hand to hand
Always there to understand

A mother's love is forever
A mother's love is for free
It doesn't matter if you're good or bad
She's there for whatever you need

Doesn't matter if you're good or bad
There's nothing like a mother's love

How Lucky You Are
Composer(s): Desmond O'Connor; Eddie Cassen
Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters;
and various other artists



As you walk, as you talk with the one you love
Do you know just how lucky you are?
When you stroll hand in hand ‘neath the moon above
Does your heart sing how lucky you are?

There’re so many heartaches in this world of ours
But sometimes a dream will come true

When the one that you love is in love with you
That’s the greatest of blessings by far
And you don’t know how lucky you are.

There’re so many heartaches in this world of ours
But sometimes a dream will come true

When the one that you love is in love with you
That’s the greatest of blessings by far
And you don’t know how lucky you are

Mother's Lament (aka Your Baby Has Gone Down The Plughole)
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Martin Carthy; Cream



A mother was bathin' her baby one night
The youngest of ten, a poor little mite
The mother was fat and the baby was fine
T'was nawt but a skellington wrapped up in skin

The mother turned round for the soap from the rack
She weren't gone a minute, but when she got back
Her baby had gone, and in anguish she cried
"Oh, where is my baby?", and the angels replied

Your baby has gorn dahn the plug'ole
Your baby has gorn dahn the plug
The poor little thing was so skinny and thin
He shoulda been bathed in a jug

Your baby is perfik'ly happy
He won't need no bathin' no more
He's workin' his way through the sewers
Not lost, just gone on before

Your baby has gorn dahn the drainpipe
And the chlorine is bad for his eyes
He's havin' a swim, and it's healthy for him
He needed the exercise

Don't worry 'baht 'im, just be 'appy
For I know he is suff'rin' no pain
Your baby has gorn dahn the plug'ole
Let's hope he don't stop up the drain

How Lovely Cooks The Meat
Composer(s): Josef Marais
Performer(s): Doris Day & Frankie Laine



Frankie:
Oh, how lovely cooks the meat
Oh, how lovely cooks the meat
When I get back home to eat
Oh, how lovely cooks the meat
I smell it far away
And I thought of it all day
She's cookin' the meat for me
What a meal it's gonna be

Doris:
Oh, I cooked a lovely meal
To my man it will appeal
When he comes in through the door
He will love me even more

Frankie:
Oh, how lovely cooks the meat
Oh, how lovely cooks the meat
When I get back home to eat
Oh, how lovely cooks the meat
I smell it far away
And I thought of it all day
She's cookin' the meat for me
What a meal it's gonna be

Doris:
Oh, the stove is much too hot
Now the steak has big black spots
And I hope it won't be tough
'Cos my man must get enough

Frankie:
Oh, how lovely cooks the meat
Oh, how lovely cooks the meat
When I get back home to eat
Oh, how lovely cooks the meat
I'm comin' through the door
I cannot wait no more
An' at the table take my seat
And put my teeth into that meat

Doris:
Oh, my dear, your teeth are strong
And I hope that I'm not wrong
Though the steak is burnt and tough
I am sure you'll get enough

Frankie:
Oh, how lovely is my wife
Oh, how lovely is my wife
I will keep her all my life
Oh, how lovely is my wife

Doris: I'll learn to cook someday
Frankie: Yes, and then she'll pay her way
Both:
But between us there's no strife
She's/I'm a lovely, lovely wife
How lovely cooks the meat

A Mother Doesn't Matter Anymore
Composer(s): Charles Strouse - Lee Adams



So, it's come at last 
At last it's come, the day I knew would come at last has come, at last 
My sonny-boy doesn't need me any longer 
Well, what are you waiting for? 
Get rid of me, put me out with the garbage 
Just throw me out with the used grapefruits and the empty cans from the tuna fish 
And never mind putting a lid on it 
Leave it open so a hundred thousand pussycats can walk all over a mother
Who bronzed your baby shoes? 
Kissed ev'ry little bruise?

Who picked your dirty socks up off the floor?
You coughed and who was there?
It's just too hard to bear
A mother doesn't matter anymore
With bunions on my feet
I trudged through snow and sleet
To bring your lic'rice from the corner store
I sold my Tiffany lamp
So you could go to camp
Now a mother doesn't matter anymore

That's it, I'm ready to go and I don't want you to spend a cent 
Fancy funerals are for rich people 
Just wrap me in a flag and throw me in the river on mother's day

And precious, by the way
The doctor called today
What I got's a condition
Yes he's sure
There's nothing they can do
I'll last a week or two
Because for a condition there's no cure
That time you caught the croup
Who made you chicken soup
And read you "Bambi" till her throat was sore?
You sacrifice your life, then, Bang!
You get the knife
Now a mother doesn't matter anymore

There, I feel better now 
Everything is as it should be
A mother is lying on top of a sanitation truck, bound for the city dump 
And a son is running around with a floozie who came looking for a good time 
And stayed to ruin an American woman's life

Who gave up nights of rest
To rub Vicks on your chest?
Who nursed her sonny boy till he was four?
My life has been in vain
This country's down the drain
'Cause a mother doesn't matter
No, a mother doesn't matter
Yes, a mother doesn't matter anymore

How Long Is Too Long?
Composer(s): Tony Asher; John Bahler
Performer(s): The Partridge Family



You tell me you are through with him
You'll soon be free just to be with me
So I'll stay by the phone

I'm waitin' every night at home
Watching tv shows and honey
Heaven knows I'm always alone

Tho' you never call me
I keep on loving you
Hoping that if I do, you're gonna love me too
And I won't have to wait too long

But how long is too long
I got to know, you're makin' me lose my mind
How long is too long
Hopin' everything will turn out okay
How long is too long
To sit around and wait till you come my way

I see you walkin' around with him
Holdin' hands and makin' plans
You're never apart

I see the way you look at him
When you're in a crowd
I know it makes him proud
While it's breakin' my heart

And all the time you tell me
Keep on lovin' you
And if I do, you're gonna love me too
And I won't have to wait too long

How long is too long
I've got to know, you're makin' me lose my mind
How long is too long
Cause baby I've been waitin' a long long time
How long is too long
Hopin' everything will turn out okay
How long is too long
To sit around and wait till you come my way

A Montanha
Performer(s): Roberto Carlos



Eu vou seguir uma luz lá no alto
Eu vou ouvir uma voz que me chama
Eu vou subir a montanha e ficar bem mais perto de Deus
E rezar
Eu vou gritar para o mundo me ouvir e acompanhar
Toda minha escalada e ajudar
A mostrar como é o meu grito de amor e de fé
Eu vou pedir que as estrelas não parem de brilhar
E as crianças não deixem de sorrir
E que os homens jamais se esqueçam de agradecer

Por isso eu digo
Obrigado, Senhor, por mais um dia
Obrigado, Senhor, que eu posso ver
Que seria de mim sem a fé que eu tenho em você
 
Por mais que eu sofra
Obrigado, Senhor, mesmo que eu chore
Obrigado, Senhor, por eu saber
Que tudo isso me mostra o caminho que leva a você
 
Mais uma vez
Obrigado, Senhor, por outro dia
Obrigado, Senhor, que o sol nasceu
Obrigado, Senhor, agradeço obrigado, Senhor
 
Por isso eu digo
Obrigado, Senhor, pelas estrelas
Obrigado, Senhor, pelo sorriso
Obrigado, Senhor, agradeço obrigado, Senhor

Mais uma vez
Obrigado, Senhor, por um novo dia
Obrigado, Senhor, pela esperança
 
Por isso eu digo
Obrigado, Senhor, pelo sorriso
Obrigado, Senhor, pelo perdão
Obrigado, Senhor, agradeço obrigado, Senhor

How Long Has This Been Going On?
Composer(s): George Gershwin; Ira Gershwin
Performer(s): Rosemary Clooney;
and various other artists



I could cry salty tears 
Where have I been all these years? 
Little wow, tell me now 
How long has this been goin' on? 

There were chills up my spine 
And some thrills I can't define 
Listen sweet, I repeat 
How long has this been goin' on? 

Oh, I feel that I could melt 
Into heaven I'm hurled 
I know how Columbus felt 
Finding another world 

Kiss me once, then once more 
What a dunce I was before 
What a break, for heaven's sake 
How long has this been goin' on? 

Let me dream that it's true 

Kiss me twice, then once more 
That makes thrice, let's make it four 
What a break, for heaven's sake 
How long has this been goin' on?

À Mon Frère Revenant D'Italie
Composer(s): Alfred de Musset - Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens



Ainsi, mon cher, tu t'en reviens
Du pays dont je me souviens
Comme d'un rêve
De ces beaux lieux où l'oranger
Naquit pour nous dédommager
Du péché d'Eve

Tu l'as vu, ce fantôme altier
Qui jadis eut le monde entier
Sous son empire
César dans sa pourpre est tombé 
Dans un petit manteau d'abbé
Sa veuve expire

Tu t'es bercé sur ce flot pur
Où Naples enchâsse dans l'azur
Sa mosaïque
Oreiller des lazzaroni
Où sont nés le macaroni
Et la musique

Qu'il soit rusé, simple ou moqueur
N'est-ce pas qu'il nous laisse au cœur
Un charme étrange
Ce peuple ami de la gaieté
Qui donnerait gloire et beauté
Pour une orange?

Ischia! c'est là qu'on a des yeux
C'est là qu'un corsage amoureux
Serre la hanche
Sur un bas rouge bien tiré
Brille, sous le jupon doré
La mule blanche

Pauvre Ischia! bien des gens n'ont vu
Tes jeunes filles que pied nu
Dans la poussière
On les endimanche à prix d'or 
Mais ton pur soleil brille encor
Sur leur misère

Quoi qu'il en soit, il est certain
Que l'on ne parle pas latin
Dans les Abruzzes
Et que jamais un postillon
N'y sera l'enfant d'Apollon
Ni des neuf Muses

Toits superbes! froids monuments!
Linceul d'or sur des ossements!
Ci-gît Venise
Là mon pauvre cœur est resté
S'il doit m'en être rapporté
Dieu le conduise!

Mais de quoi vais-je ici parler?
Que ferait l'homme désolé
Quand toi, cher frère
Ces lieux où j'ai failli mourir
Tu t'en viens de les parcourir
Pour te distraire?

Frère, ne t'en va plus si loin
D'un peu d'aide j'ai grand besoin
Quoi qu'il m'advienne
Je ne sais où va mon chemin
Mais je marche mieux quand ta main
Serre la mienne

How Long Can Disco On
Composer(s): Harry Nilsson; Ringo Starr
Performer(s): Harry Nilsson & Ringo Starr



Disco, Disco, slowly
Disco, Disco, Discway
You know, she go Disco
She know, you know Reggae

One night, it was a late night at the Disco
Hello, hello Disco
Closer, closer, Disco

DJ he play Reggae
DJ he play Reggae
I say, "Do you wanna dance Reggae?"
She say, "Oh no! Disco"

All night long they play the same old song
Disco
I'm on my own
I'll sing along with Reggae

Reggae, Reggae, slowly
Slowly, slowly, it's lonely, slowly
Slowly, it's lonely
Slowly, lonely, Reggae's lonely

It's so hard to get laid
When they're all so afraid of Reggae
Disco, Disco
How long can Disco go on?

À Mon Fils
Composer(s): B. Sebastian - L. Sebastian
Performer(s): Joe Dassin



Maintenant que tu es là si fragile
Je ne me suis jamais senti aussi petit
Tu sais je ne suis pas tranquille
J'ai très peur que tu tombes de mes bras
Tu me ressembles un peu, tu sera trop nerveux
Pas toujours très sérieux, mais je pense
Qu'on sera heureux tous les deux

On a le même sang dans nos veines
Pourtant on se regarde étonnés
Tu ne sais pas encore que tu m'aimes
Et que pour que tu viennes j'ai aimé
Tu me ressembles un peu, tu seras généreux
Près à n'importe quoi et je pense
Qu'on sera heureux tous les trois

Tu sais, je ne vais pas te voir grandir
Et c'est pas moi qui va t'apprendre
A lire ou à taper dans un ballon
Tu diras "papa" parfois comme ça
Tu seras grand quand je sortirai d'ici
Laissez-le-moi un peu, juste une minute
Prenez-le doucement, voilà tout doucement

How Long Blues
Composer(s): John Lee Hooker
Performer(s): John Lee Hooker;
and various other artists



How long, baby how long
Has that evening train been gone? 
How long, how how long, baby how long? 

Went to the station, didn't see no train
Down in my heart, I have an aching pain
How long, how how long, baby how long? 

I feel disgusted, I feel so bad
Thinking 'bout the good time that I once had
How long, how how long, baby how long? 

I could see the green grass growing on the hill
I ain't seen no greenback on a dollar bill
How long, how how long, baby how long? 

You're gonna be sorry you feel so blue
When you want me, baby, I declare I want, want you
How long, how how long, baby how long? 

Don't have no money for to ride the train
I would ride the rugs, baby, to be with you again
How long, how how long, baby how long? 

How long, baby how long
Must I keep my, my watching point? 
How long, how how long, baby how long?

À Mon Enterrement
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat - Maurice Vandair
Performer(s): Léo Ferré



À mon enterrement j'aurai des cheveux blancs
Des dingues et des Pop aux sabots de guitare
Des cheveux pleins de fleurs des champs dedans leurs yeux
Hennissant des chansons de nuit quand y'en a marre
J'aurai des mômes de passe, ceux que j'ai pas finis
Des filles de douze ans qui gonflent sous l'outrage
Des Chinoises des Russes des Nordiques remplies
Des rues décapitées par des girls de passage

À mon enterrement

Et je ferai l'amour avec le croque-mort
Avec sa tête d'ange et ses dix-huit automnes
Douze pour la vertu et six mourant au port
Quand son navire mouillera comme un aumône
A mon enterrement j'aurai un cœur de fer
Et me suivrai tout seul sur le dernier bitume
Lâchant mon ombre enfin pour me mettre en enfer
Dans le dernier taxi tapinant dans la brume

À mon enterrement

Comme un pendu tout sec perforé de corbeaux
A mon enterrement je gueulerai quand même
J'aurai l'ordinateur facile avec les mots
Des cartes perforées me perforant le thème
Je mettrai en chanson la tristesse du vent
Quand il vient s'affaler sur la gueule des pierres
La nausée de la mer quand revient le jusant
Et qu'il faut de nouveau descendre et puis se taire

À mon enterrement

À mon enterrement je ne veux que des morts
Des rossignols sans voix des chagrins littéraires
Des peintres sans couleurs des acteurs sans décor
Des silences sans bruits des soleils sans lumière
Je veux du noir partout à me crever les yeux
Et n'avoir jamais plus qu'une idée de voyance
Sous l'œil indifférent du regard le plus creux
Dans la dernière métaphore de l'offense

À mon enterrement