They Don't Make 'Em Like That Anymore
Performer(s): Bobby Borchers



They don't make 'em like that anymore
Stopped makin' that model 'bout fourty-four
Skin as soft as kitten's fur
Lord, I remember makin' love to her

Warm July night, cold December dawn
She was the someone you could rely upon
Yes, she's still walking, talking to my memory
I wonder does she ever wonder, oh, what's become of me

'Cause you know, they don't make 'em like her anymore
They still make 'em like me by the score
Fools livin' in a hindsight world
Keepin' the oyster, throwin' away the pearl

Warm July night, cold December dawn
She was the someone you could rely upon
She's still walkin', talkin' to my memory
And I wonder if she ever wonders, oh, what's become of me

But you know, they don't make 'em like that anymore
Stopped makin' that model 'bout fourty-four
Skin as soft as kitten's fur
Lord, I remember makin' love to her

But they don't make 'em like that anymore
Stopped makin' that model 'bout fourty-four
Skin as soft as kitten's fur...

Iemand
Performer(s): Ann Christy



Iemand
die met mij wil leven
die om mij iets wil geven
is er niet

Een jongen
waar is er een jongen
die zijn hart aan mij schenken wil
meer dan zomaar een kind
om een ware liefde te vinden

Iemand
die met mij wil leven
die om mij iets wil geven
is er niet

Voor die ene
alleen maar voor die ene
bewaar ik diep dat gevoel
dat groot is mijn doel

Liefde
daar leef ik voor
ik weet
ooit komt iemand die om mij geeft
iemand die voor mij leeft
Die alleen maar voor mij leeft
ja, die komt

Kentucky
Composer(s): Karl Davis
Performer(s): The Everly Brothers;
and various other artists



Kentucky... 
You are the dearest land outside of Heaven to me
Kentucky
I miss your laurels and your redbud trees
When I die...
I want to rest upon your graceful mountains so free
For that is....
Where God will look for me

Kentucky 
I miss the old folks singing in the silvery moonlight
Kentucky
I miss the hound dogs chasing coons 
I know that.... 
My Mother, Dad, and sweetheart are waiting for me... 
Kentucky
I will be coming soon

Kentucky....

They All Start Whistling Mary
Composer(s): R. Leslie - C. Keyes
Performer(s): Debroy Somers & His Band
and multiple other artists



Every night at half past eight
Swinging on her garden gate
Oh, they all start whistling Mary

Round the back there's Mike and Bill
Hanging on her window sill
And they all start whistling Mary

Has she got the boys all dizzy
Giving them the runaround
Love affairs have kept them busy
She's the biggest flirt since Cleopatra

Butchers, bakers, ice men too
Gay young sparks of ninety two
Oh, they all start whistling Mary

Iedereen Wil Je
Performer(s): Ramses Shaffy



Iedereen helpt jou van alles af
Iedereen helpt jou van wieg tot graf
Iedereen helpt jou tot je straf
Iedereen helpt jou, je bent bekaf

Iedereen legt z'n eigen leven op je schouder
Iedereen legt jouw eigen leven naast zich neer
Iedereen maakt jouw eigen jeugd weer een dag ouder
Iedereen maakt jouw eigen vreugde tot verweer

Iedereen houdt jou van alles voor
Iedereen houdt jou in eigen koor
Iedereen houdt jou aan z'n eigen oor
Iedereen houdt jou in z'n eigen spoor

Iedereen zegt altijd eerlijk wat-ie vindt
Iedereen zegt alles heel eerlijk in vertrouwen
Iedereen vlecht je haren want je bent een kind
Iedereen strijkt jouw hemd en broek in eigen vouwen

Iedereen wil jou op eigen grond
Iedereen wil jou mond op mond
Iedereen wil jou als een eigen hond
Iedereen wil dat je niet bestond

Kom, leg je eigen leven nu maar op m'n schouder
Kom, leg je eigen leven nu maar bij mij neer
Kom in m'n armen want het wordt een dagje kouder
Kom, want de anderen krijgen mooi het heen en weer

Iedereen wil jou voor zich alleen
Iedereen wil jou om zich heen
Iedereen wil jou in 't algemeen
Iedereen gooit jou als een dobbelsteen

Kom, leg je leven nu maar op m'n schouder
Kom, leg de buitenwereld nu maar naast je neer
Kom, leg je eigen leven nu maar op je schouder
Kom, leg de buitenwereld nu maar eens een keer naast je neer!

Kentucky Babe
Composer(s): Adam Geibel; Richard Henry Buck
Performer(s): Maxine Sullivan; The Chordettes; 
Bing Crosby; Deborah Henson-Conant; Silk City



Skeeters am a hummin' 
on the honeysuckle vine 
sleep Kentucky Babe! 

Sandman am a comin' 
to this little child of mine 
sleep Kentucky Babe! 

Silvery moon am a shinin' 
on de heavens up above 
bobolink am pinin' for his little lady love . . . 

You is might lucky 
Babe of old Kentucky 
close your eyes in sleep . . . 
and fly away
fly away Kentucky Babe
fly away to rest, fly away
lay your cy woolly head 
on your mammy's breast
hmm, hmmm, edah la da da dee 
close your eyes in sleep!

The Entertainer
Composer(s): Scott Joplin - Oscar Brown Jr.
Performer(s): Oscar Brown Jr.



Were there any who cared a cuss
The day the ragtime piano man died
Were there many who sobbed and sighed
As they carted him on his final ride

Was there much of a damn they gave
About this talented son of a slave
When the brother passed on, another coloured man gone
Without a marker to put on his grave

Were there any who truly knew
What made the black entertainer so blue
The depression he fell into
Over dreams that were never comin' true

Was there much of a damn they gave
About this talented son of a slave
When the brother passed on, another coloured man gone
Without a marker to put on his grave

He played his ragtime tunes in honky-tonk saloons
Piano music that the public loved to hear
Its syncopated beat got them to tappin' their feet
Made all their cares and troubles disappear

He had such happy sounds that as he made the rounds
The entertainer fin'ly saw his talent pay
There for a little while he was livin' in style
Makin' the music of the day

Out of his ragtime themes he built ambitious dreams
In which his music turned to opera on the stage
A mighty work of art he felt with all his heart
Ragtime music was the classic of its age

But then a change of taste laid all his dreams to waste
The fickle punblic found itself another craze
There for a little bit he was a pretty big hit
But it was just a passin' phase

Were there any that felt the pain
That drove the black entertainer insane
A frustration that racked his brain
Just to think all that work had been in vain

Was there much of a damn they gave
About this talented son of a slave
When the brother passed on, anotrher nigger just gone
Without a marker to put on his grave

Born ahead of his time, died while yet in his prime
From a chronic condition caused by the lack of recognition
Born ahead of his time, died while yet in his prime
Beaten by an ambition for which he couldn't raise a dime

Born in eighteen-sixty-eight, died in nineteen-seventeen
Scott Joplin, whose music won a Motion Picture Academy Award
Fifty-six years after he was layed in an unmarked grave
Ahead of his time, died while yet in his prime
Beaten by an ambition for which he couldn't raise a dime

Where were all the mans, he was an entertainer
Multitude of fans, what an entertainer
Those who clapped their hands to hear the entertainer
Play the ragtime dance

Tell me where were they, he was an entertainer
When he passed away, oh, what an entertainer
There for a while he was livin' in style
Makin' the music of the day

Where were all the mans, he was an entertainer
Multitude of fans, oh, what an entertainer
Those who clapped their hands to hear the entertainer
Play the ragtime dance

Tell me where were they, he was an entertainer
When he passed away, oh, what an entertainer
There for a bit he was really a hit
But it was... what can I say

Idylle Philoménale
Composer(s): René Rivedoux
Performer(s): Yves Montand



Quand j'ai croisé la martine
C'était par un beau matin
J'allais ach'ter des bottines
Et lui trouvais très beau teint
Nous partîmes en limousine
Visiter le Limousin
Après comme on le devine
Ma p'tite femme elle devint

Ma concierge qui est amène
Tous les matins m'serr' la main
Mêm' qu'au moment des étrennes
Dans ses bras elle m'étreint
Cela m'attire des scènes
Que je suppose à dessein
Pour ne pas qu'ma Philomène
Un beau jour ne m'file aux mains

Son manteau de ballerine
Gentiment lui bat les reins
Sa robe de percaline
Lui vient de son père câlin
Pendant que je me surmène
Dans un travail surhumain
Elle arpente l'av'nue du Maine
En t'nant son fichu d'une main

Comm' j'ai un chien et une chienne
Qui me vienn'nt d'un autrichien
Ma p'tit femm' qui est vosgienne
Me dit: "Pour él'ver vos chiens
Vous aurez beaucoup de peine
Car au pays transalpin
J'ai connu un' helvétienne
Qu'a jamais pu él'ver l'sien"
Et voilà!

Kentucky Bluebird (aka "Message To Martha" or Message To Michael)
German Title: Kleine Treue Nachtigall
Composer(s): Burt Bacharach; Hal David
Performer(s): Lou Johnson
and various other artists
(Originally performed by: Jerry Butler - 1964)



Spread your wings for New Orleans
Kentucky bluebird, fly away
And take a message to Martha, message to Martha
She sings each night in some café
In her search to find wealth and fame
I hear Martha has gone and changed her name

It's a year since she was here
Kentucky bluebird, fly away
And take a message to Martha, message to Martha
Tell her I love her more each day
As the train pulled out down the track
Martha promised she'd soon be coming back

Oh, tell her how my heart just breaks in two
Since she journeyed far
And even though her dreams of fame fell through
To me she will always be a star

Spread your wings for New Orleans
Kentucky bluebird, fly away
And take a message to Martha, message to Martha
Tell her to start for home today
When you find her please let her know
Rich or poor, I will always love her so

Fly away, Kentucky bluebird
Fly away, Kentucky bluebird
Fly away, fly away, fly away.........Fade

The Donovans
Composer(s): Francis Fahy - Alicia Adelaide Needham
Performer(s): Bing Crosby, Barry Fitzgerald & Ann Blyth



Well if you would like to see
The height of hospitality
The cream of kindly welcome
And the core of cordiality
The joys of all the olden times
You're wishin' to recall again
Come down to Donovans
And there you'll meet them all again

Oh, céad mile fáilte
They'll greet you down at Donovans
As cheery as the springtime
As Irish as the conovan
The wish of my heart is
If ever I had anyone
That ev'ry luck that lightens life
May light upon the Donovan

As soon as e're you lift the latch
The little ones are meetin' you
And as soon as you're beneath the thatch
Kindly looks are greetin' you
Scarcely are you ready
To be holdin' out the ??????????
When down by the fireside
You're sittin' in the midst of them

(Oh, céad mile fáilte)
(They greet you at Donovans)
As cheery as the springtime
As Irish as the conovan
(The wish of my heart is)
(If ever I had anyone)
That ev'ry luck that lightens life
May light upon the Donovan

(Hey!)

(Hey! Hey!)

(Hey!)

(Donovans!)

Well, then when you rise to go it's
"Hah, hah, hah, now then, sit down again"
"Isn't it a haste you're in" and
"Won't you soon come round again, hmmmm"
Your cobeen and your overcoat
You'd better pull it stray from them
T'will take you all your time to try
And tear yourself away from them

Oh, céad mile fáilte
They'll greet you down at Donovans
As cheery as the springtime
As Irish as the conovan
The wish of my heart is
If ever I had anyone
That ev'ry luck that lightens life
May light upon the Donovan

That ev'ry luck that lightens life
May light upon the Donovan

(Hey!)

Donovans!

Ídolo De Los Quemados
Composer(s): León Gieco; Luis Gurevich
Performer(s): León Gieco



Soy mezcla de baguala
Internet y tango viejo
No hay nada más hermoso
que el lunfardo de Rivero
Cuando voy con Don Sixto
por calles del buen aire
jamás nos detenemos
a mirar el afichaje
Es parte del folkclore
Es parte del derroche

Soy mezcla de baguala
Internet y tango viejo
No hay nada más hermoso
que el lunfardo de Rivero

Sueño ir por Buenos Aires
y con Sabat tomar un café

para volar un ratito 
con las alas de Gardel
Un sueño del 2001

y del 3000 también

Cuando partí, mi viejo me aconsejó que no viviera
en San Miguel, Moreno, Ituzaingó o en Haedo

"Andá directamente donde están los presidentes"
Por eso, en Moreno 411 y Defensa
en una pensión mugrienta

se alojó este cabeza 

Cuando no hay opción, el pueblo sufre y se la banca
Y aunque es medio quedado nunca irá para la Plaza
La Plaza es de los años y de las madres santas
que buscan a sus hijos y los seguirán buscando
Es parte de la historia
Es parte de la sangre

Le doy una limosna a Martín Fierro y al Quijote
que están cansados de luchar pidiendo en Plaza Once
No me trates como un Dios
soy sólo un bolso que hace shows
Extraño a mi vieja en el síndrome del batón
Soy un muñeco roto
junto a la Biblia y el calefón

Hay un viejo podrido que quemó el jardín florido
y tiene un hijo imbécil con la cara de asesino
Sabemos que este pueblo aún vive de promesas
Las minas argentinas fueron más después de Eva
De que las hay, las hay
Nunca tendrás tu calle, Alsogaray

Comprame, soy barato
canto gratis por los barrios
Como no entro en tu target
no me pases por tu radio
Yo digo cárcel y castigo a corruptos y asesinos
Si la ley no alcanza, sos persona que no es grata
Me hice ateo, nomás,
Videla usó mi Dios para matar

Vos que le echas la culpa
a bolivianos y peruanos
a los que cortan rutas
o están sus tierras reclamando,
no seas tan tarado, el que te jode está a tu lado
Los diarios le dan tapa y la tele un buen horario
se sienta a cualquier mesa
a negociar la sangre nueva

Soy un guerrero más
de este rock que está quebrado
Estoy para el mangazo
Soy el ídolo de los quemados
No sé muy bien adonde voy
misterios tiene la canción
Me gusta la tranquilidad de un cementerio viejo
Temele a los vivos
Nunca te harán daño los muertos

Kentucky Means Paradise
Composer(s): Merle Travis
Performer(s): Rick Nelson; Glen Campbell; 
The Green River Boys; Jimmy Dean; Randall Hylton; 
Roger Bellow; Billy Jack Wills



You take a K and an E
N and a T, a U and a C, K, Y
And that spells Kentucky
And it means paradise

You take a chicken and you kill it
And you put it in the skillet
And you fry it up a golden brown
And that's southern cookin'
And that's mighty nice

It don't cover a lot when you look on a map
But I once studied Geography when sittin' in my mammy's lap

You take a K and an E
N and a T, a U and a C, K, Y
And that spells Kentucky
And it means paradise

It don't cover a lot when you look on a map
But I once studied Geography when sittin' in my mammy's lap

You take a K and an E
N and a T, a U and a C, K, Y
And that spells Kentucky
And it means paradise

It don't cover a lot when you look on a map
But I once studied Geography when sittin' in my mammy's lap

You take a K and an E
N and a T, a U and a C, K, Y
And that spells Kentucky
And it means paradise

I said Kentucky
And it means paradise

The Broken Record
Composer(s): Cliff Friend - Harry Tobias - Boyd Bunch
Performer(s): Guy Lombardo & His Royal Canadians
and multiple other artists



My Sweetheart, you're gorgeous, you're gorgeous, you're gorgeous
you're gorgeous, you're gorgeous, you're gorgeous tonight
That's a song I heard on the phonograph
The needle caught on the broken half
And kept playing... and saying

My Sweetheart, I kiss you, I kiss you, I kiss you, I kiss you
I kiss you, I kiss you tonight
All at once I started to think of you
The things I've wanted to say and do
When we're dancing... romancing

The broken record played on and then
The broken record started again

My Sweetheart, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you, I do
Oh, the tune sounds silly I will agree
The words sound daffy, but not to me
For there's no doubt it's the way I feel about you

Idle Gossip
Composer(s): Joseph Meyer; Floyd Huddleston
Performer(s):  Perry Como; Cliff Richard; Sarah Vaughan



Friends may often come to you with idle gossip
Should they say our love is through, that's idle gossip!
Let the rumours come an' go, we'll prove to everyone
we still carry on as though our love affair has just begun!

Now an' then let's stop an' kiss when we're out walking
someone's sure to notice this and they'll start talking!
In their idle gossip, they may say that I love you
an' this time, idle gossip will be true!

In their idle gossip, they may say that I love you
an' this time, idle gossip will be true!

Kentucky Rain
Composer(s): Eddie Rabbitt; Dick Heard
Performer(s): Elvis Presley; Barb Jungr; 
Orion; Eddie Rabbitt



Seven lonely days 
And a dozen towns ago
I reached out one night 
And you were gone
Don't know why you'd run, 
What you're running to or from
All I know is I want to bring you home

So I'm walking in the rain, 
Thumbing for a ride
On this lonely Kentucky backroad
I've loved you much too long
And my love's too strong
To let you go, never knowing
What went wrong

Kentucky rain keeps pouring down
And up ahead's another town
That I'll go walking thru
With the rain in my shoes,
Searchin for you
In the cold Kentucky rain,
In the cold Kentucky rain

Showed your photograph
To some old gray bearded man
Sitting on a bench
Outside a gen'ral store
They said "Yes, she's been here"
But their memory wasn't clear
Was it yesterday,
No, wait the day before

So I fin'ly got a ride
With a preacher man who asked
"Where you bound on such a dark afternoon?"
As we drove on thru the rain
As he listened I explained
And he left me with a prayer
That I'd find you

The Bramble Bush
Composer(s): Frank De Vol - Mack David
Performer(s): Trini Lopez



The bramble bush is lovely, it fills you with delight
The flowers on the bramble bush are all so pink and white
But if you reach to pluck one, as sure as you are born
The bramble bush will stick you with it's prickly thorn

And the pretty girl is like a bramble bush
Yes, a pretty girl will thrill you very much
Oh, a pretty girl is like a bramble bush
But you'll get stuck if you should touch

The girl I fell in love with was such a lovely sight
So beautiful to gaze upon, so soft and pink and white
And as I reached to kiss her, beneath the summer skies
I was so much in love, I didn't realise

That a pretty girl is like a bramble bush
Yes, a pretty girl will thrill you very much
Oh, a pretty girl is like a bramble bush
But you'll get stuck if you should touch

The summer soon was over and autumn chilled the sky
The flowers on the bramble bush began to fade and die
And with the faded flowers, my true love travelled on
And I can feel the thorns now that my lover has gone

But the pretty girl, yes, is like a bramble bush
Yes, a pretty girl will thrill you very much
Oh, the pretty girl is like a bramble bush
But you'll get stuck if you should touch

Oh, the bramble bush
Yes, the bramble bush
Oh, the bramble bush
Yes, the bramble bush

Idiote Je T'aime
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Georges Garvarentz
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



J'ai toujours eu trop de pudeur
Pour laisser courir sur mes lèvres
Ces expressions très souvent mièvres
Inscrites au Littré du bonheur

Je sais bien que tu aimerais
Que mon souffle soit poétique
Mais si j'étais plus romantique
Dis-moi ce que ça changerait

Idiote je t'aime
Idiote je t'aime
Idiote je t'aime

À ma manière, à ma façon
Depuis le temps que nous vivons
Même autour et même bohème

Idiote je t'aime
Idiote je t'aime

Et je t'interdis d'en douter
Idiote je t'aime
Comme je n'ai jamais aimé

Je n'ai jamais eu de talent
D'utiliser je te l'accorde
Ces mots usés jusqu'à la corde
Galvaudés par plus d'un amant

Mais j'ai des phrases au bout des doigts
Qui la nuit à ton corps s'adressent
Et quand ils parlent en caressent
Ils le font bien mieux que ma voix

Idiote je t'aime
Idiote je t'aime
Idiote je t'aime

À main tremblante, à mots couverts
Quand sur le vélin de ta chair
Je grave mes plus beaux poèmes
Je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime

Idiote je t'aime
Idiote je t'aime

Et bien que je sois maladroit
Idiote je t'aime
Et n'aimerai jamais que toi

Kentucky Waltz
Composer(s): Bill Monroe
Performer(s): Bill Monroe;
and various other artists



We were waltzin' that night in Kentucky 
'Neath the beautiful harvest moon 
And I was the boy who was lucky 
But it all ended too soon 

As I sit here alone in the moonlight 
I can see your smiling face 
And I long once more for your embrace 
In that beautiful Kentucky waltz

The Belle Of The Yukon
Composer(s): Jimmy Van Heusen - Johnny Burke



They say the men who looked for gold
Were warmed by the sun in her glance
So, they fell for the belle of the Yukon
And their dreams remembered how to dance

They say her voice could tame the wind
Wherever she was it was spring
So, they fell for the belle of the Yukon
And their hearts remembered how to sing

When old timers talk of early glories
She's always somewhere in their stories
They say her smile could melt the moon
And roses were willing to grow

When they tell of the belle of the Yukon
Well, it may be true for all we know
It happened many years ago

Idiosincrasia
Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute



Dios te ilumine, si Dios quiere
con la ayuda de Dios
A Dios rogando, y con el mazo dando
adiós
Vaya por Dios, Dios mío, la de Dios
es Cristo, como hay Dios
Dios mediante, si Dios no lo remedia
los sin-Dios, con Dios, como Dios
manda
palabra de Dios
Aquí no se mueve ni Dios
castigo de Dios, por Dios, por Dios...
Dios los crea, los que Dios mande
Dios proveerá
Dios aprieta pero no ahoga
a la buena de Dios
La Madre de Dios, en las manos de Dios
como Dios, por esos mundos de Dios
en nombre de Dios
¡Dios Santo! ¡Dios no lo permita!
Dios te bendiga
pordiosero
vive Dios
Dios se lo pague
vive Dios
Dios te oiga
vive Dios
Dios bendito
vive Dios
Dios nos pille
confesados ...
Aquí no se aclara
ni Dios
gracias a Dios