America
((Italian Version: America (by Bruno Lauzi) - 1973))
Composer(s): Paul Simon
First release by: Simon & Garfunkel - 1968
Covered by multiple other artists



Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together
I've got some real estate here in my bag
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner's pies
And we walked off to look for America
Cathy I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
Michigan seems like a dream to me now
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
I've gone to look for America
Laughing on the bus playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said be careful his bowtie is really a camera
Toss me a cigaret I think there's one in the raincoat
We smoked the last one an hour ago
So I looked at the scenary she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field
Cathy I'm lost I said though I knew she was sleeping
I'm empty and aching and I don't know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all come to look for America
All come to look for America

Workin' Man Blues
Composer(s): Merle Haggard
Made famous by: Merle Haggard
Covered by various other artists



It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
I been a workin' man dang near all my life
I'll be working 
Long as my two hands are fit to use
I'll drink my beer in a tavern
Sing a little bit of these workin' man blues

I keep my nose on the grindstone, I work hard every day
Might get a little tired on the weekend, after I draw my pay
But I'll go back workin'
Come Monday morning I'm right back with the crew
I'll drink a little beer that evening
Sing a little bit of these workin' man blues

Hey hey, the workin' man, the workin' man like me
I ain't never been on welfare, that's one place I won't be
'Cause I'll be working
Long as my two hands are fit to use
I drink a little beer in a tavern
Sing a little bit of these workin' man blues

Sometimes I think about leaving, do a little bummin' around
I wanna throw my bills out the window, catch a train to another town
But I go back working
I gotta buy my kids a brand new pair of shoes
Yeah, drink a little beer in a tavern
Cry a little bit of these workin' man blues

Hey hey, the working man, the working man like me
I ain't never been on welfare, that's one place I won't be
'Cause I'll be working
Long as my two hands are fit to use
I drink a little beer in a tavern
Sing a little bit of these workin' man blues

Yeah, drink a little beer in a tavern
Cry a little bit of these workin' man blues

America
Composer(s): José Luis Perales
First release by: José Luis Perales - 1991
Covered by multiple other artists



Me hueles a merengue y a bolero
a caña y a café
Me hueles a corrido y a charango
carnavalito y miel
Me hueles a maracas y a guitarras
a gaucho solitario y a sabana
a piel morena y sal
Me hueles a canela y a banana
herida siempre y siempre maltratada
soñando libertad

Coro

América, América
Me hueles a guayaba
a cordillera helada
a tierra verde y lluvia tropical
me hueles a pradera y a eterna primavera
me hueles a futuro y libertad (2)

Me hueles a tabaco y a maíces
a dátiles y a arroz
Me hueles a inmigrantes q se fueron
cantando una canción
Me hueles a torrente y a quebrada
a sangre campesina derramada
para tu libertad
Me hueles a mujer enamorada
herida siempre y siempre abandonada
soñando frente al mar

Coro (2)

America, America 

Workin' For The Man
Composer(s): Roy Orbison
Performer(s): Roy Orbison



Hey now you better listen to me everyone of you
We got a lotta lotta lotta lotta work to do
Forget about your woman and that water can
Today were working for the man

well pick up your feet
we've got a deadline to meet
I'm gonna see you make it on time
Don't relax
I want elbows and backs
I wanna see everybody from behind

'Cause your working for the man working for the man
you gotta make him a hand when you're working for the man

Oh well I'm pickin' 'em up and I'm laying 'em down
I believe he's gonna work me into the ground
I pull to the left I heave to the right
I wanna kill him but it wouldn't be right

'Cause I'm working for the man working for the man
gotta make him a hand when you're working for the man

Well the boss man's daughter sneaks me water
everytime her daddy's down the line
she says meet me tonight love a me right
and everything is gonna be fine
So I slave all day without much pay
'cause I'm just abiding my time
'cause the company and the daughter you see
Their both gonna be all mine

Yah I'm gonna be the man gonna be the man
Gotta make him a hand if I'm gonna be the man

working for the man working for the man
gonna be the man gonna be the man
Gotta make him a hand working for the man

America
Composer(s): Prince 
Performer(s): Prince & the Revolution



Yeah
Peace!

Aristocrats on a mountain climb
Making money, losing time
Communism is just a word
But if the government turn over
It'll be the only word that's heard

America, America
God shed his grace on thee
America, America
Keep the children free

Little sister making minimum wage
Living in a 1-room jungle-monkey cage
Can't get over, she's almost dead
She may not be in the black
But she's happy she ain't in the red

America, America
God shed his grace on thee
America, America
Keep the children free

Freedom
Love
Joy
Peace

Jimmy Nothing never went 2 school
They made him pledge allegiance
He said it wasn't cool
Nothing made Jimmy proud
Now Jimmy lives on a mushroom cloud

America, America
God shed his grace on thee
America, America
Keep the children free

America, America
God shed his grace on thee
America, America
Keep the children free

Freedom
Love
Joy
Peace

boom, boom, boom, boom
the bomb go
boom, boom, boom, boom
the bomb go boom.
Teacher, why won't Jimmy pledge allegiance?

Workin' For MCA
Composer(s): Ed King; Ronnie VanZant
Performer(s): Lynyrd Skynyrd;
Particle; Hank Williams Jr.



Seven years of hard luck, comin' down on me 
From the Florida border, yea up to Nashville Tennessee 
I worked in every joint you can name, mister every honkytonk 
Along come Mr Yankee Slicker, sayin' maybe you're what I want 

(Chorus) 
Want you to sign your contract 
Want you to sign today 
Gonna give you lots of money 
Workin' For MCA 

9000 dollars, that's all we could win 
They're gonna take me out to California gonna make me a superstar 
Just pay me all of my money and mister maybe you won't get a scar 

(Chorus) 

Suckers took my money since I was seventeen 
If it ain't no pencil pusher, it got to be a honkytonk queen 
But I'll sign my contract baby, and I wan't you people to know 
That every penny that I make, I'm gonna see where my money goes 

(Chorus)

America 
Composer(s): Neil Diamond
Performer(s): Neil Diamond



Far
We've been traveling far
Without a home
But not without a star
Free
Only want to be free
We huddle close
Hang on to a dream

On the boats and on the planes
They're coming to America
Never looking back again
They're coming to America

Home, don't it seem so far away
Oh, we're traveling light today
In the eye of the storm
In the eye of the storm

Home, to a new and a shiny place
Make our bed, and we'll say our grace
Freedom's light burning warm
Freedom's light burning warm

Everywhere around the world
They're coming to America
Every time that flag's unfurled
They're coming to America

Got a dream to take them there
They're coming to America
Got a dream they've come to share
They're coming to America

They're coming to America
They're coming to America
They're coming to America
They're coming to America
Today, today, today, today, today

My country 'tis of thee
Today
Sweet land of liberty
Today
Of thee I sing
Today
Of thee I sing
Today

Workin' At The Car Wash Blues
Composer(s): Jim Croce
Performer(s): Jim Croce; Brian Collins



Well, I had just got out from the county prison
Doin' ninety days for non-support
Tried to find me an executive position
But no matter how smooth I talked
They wouldn't listen to the fact that I was a genius
The man say, "We got all that we can use"
Now I got them steadily depressin', low down mind messin'
Working at the car wash blues

Well, I should be sittin' in an air conditioned office in a swivel chair
Talkin' some trash to the secretaries
Sayin', "Here, now mam-ma, come on over here"
Instead, I'm stuck here rubbin' these fenders with a rag
And walkin' home in soggy old shoes
With them steadily depressin', low down mind messin'
Workin' at the car wash blues

You know a man of my ability
He should be smokin' on a big cigar
But till I get myself straight I guess I'll just have to wait
In my rubber suit a-rubbin' these cars

Well, all I can do is a-shake my head
You might not believe that it's true
For workin' at this end of Niagara Falls
Is an undiscovered Howard Hughes
So baby, don't expect to see me
With no double martini in any high-brow society news
'Cause I got them steadily depressin', low down mind messin'
Workin' at the car wash blues

So, baby, don't expect to see me
With no double martini in any high-brow society news
'Cause I got them steadily depressin', low down mind messin'
Workin' at the car wash blues

America  
Composer(s): Leonard Bernstein - Stephen Sondheim
First release by: Marilyn Cooper, Chita Rivera & The Shark Girls - 1957
Covered by multiple other artists



Rosalia:                                                                
Puerto Rico... 
You lovely island ...
Island of tropical breezes
Always the pineapples growing
Always the coffee blossoms blowing...

Anita:
Puerto Rico
You ugly island...
Island of tropic diseases
Always the hurricanes blowing
Always the population growing...
And the money owing
And the babies crying
And the bullets flying
I like the island Manhattan -
Smoke on your pipe and put that in!

Others (except Rosalia):
I like to be in America!
Okay by me in America!
Everything free in America                                              
For a small fee in America 

Rosalia:                                                                
I like the city of San Juan  

Anita:
I know a boat you can get on

Rosalia:
Hundreds of flowers in full bloom

Anita:
Hundreds of people in each room!

All (except Rosalia):
Automobile in America
Chromium steel in America
Wire-spoke wheel in America
Very big deal in America!

Rosalia:
I'll drive a Buick through San Juan

Anita:
If there's a road you can drive on!

Rosalia:
I'll give my cousins a free ride

Anita:
How can you get all of them inside?

All (except Rosalia):
Immigrant goes to America
Many hellos in America
Nobody knows in America
Puerto Rico's in America!
(The girls dance around Rosalia)

Rosalia:
I'll bring a TV to San Juan

Anita:
If there's a current to turn on!

Rosalia:
I'll give them new washing machine

Anita:
What have they got there to keep clean?

All (except Rosalia):
I like the shores of America!
Comfort is yours in America!
Knobs on the  doors in America
Wall-to-wall floors in America!
(They dance)

Rosalia:
When I will go back to San Juan 

Anita:
When you will shut up and get gone!

Rosalia:
Ev'ryone there will give big cheer!

Anita:
Ev'ryone there will have moved here!

Work Song
((Spanish Version: La Cancion Del Trabajo (by Raphael) - 1966))
Composer(s): Nathaniel Adderley - Oscar Brown Jr.
First release by: Nathaniel Adderley - 1960; Oscar Brown Jr. - 1960
Originally performed by: Oscar Brown Jr.
Covered by multiple other artists



Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang
Breaking rocks and serving my time
Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang
Because they done convicted me of crime
Hold it steady right there while I hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been working and working
But I still got so terribly far to go
I commited crime lord I needed
Crime of being hungry and poor
I left the grocery store man bleeding
When they caught me robbing his store
Hold it steady right there while I hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been working and working
But I still got so terribly far to go
I heard the judge say five years
On chain-gang you gonna go
I heard the judge say five years labor
I heard my old man scream "lordy, no!"
Hold it right there while I hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been working and working
But I still got so terribly far to go
Gonna see my sweet honey bee
Gonna break this chain off to run
Gonna lay down somewhere shady
Lord I sure am hot in the sun
Hold it right there while I hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been workin’ and workin’
Been workin’ and slavin’
An’ workin’ and workin’
But I still got so terribly far to go

America
Composer(s): Miguel Gallardo
Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo



De Buenos Aires a Nueva York
he desnudado tu cuerpo entero
con mi guitarra de trovador
y con mi alma de aventurero
America, America
Y ví a tus niños sonreir
y ví en tus campos crecer el trigo
con tus mujeres fuí felíz
y de tus hombres me siento amigo
America, America
Y una lágrima clara
hoy recorre tu cara
y tu risa se apaga... America
Y tus flores se mueren
y en tus tierras no llueve
y tus guerras te hieren... America
Quiero ver que te tu estrella
entre miles de ellas
vuelva a ser la más bella... America
Quiero verte de nuevo
levantarte del suelo
y elevarte hasta el cielo... America
Soy, solamente, un soñador
que ni siquiera, nació en tu suelo
pero que un día te conoció
y desde entonces, sé que te quiero
America, America
Y una lágrima clara
hoy recorre tu cara
y tu risa se apaga... America
Y tus flores se mueren
y en tus tierras no llueve
y tus guerras te hieren... America
Quiero ver que te tu estrella
entre miles de ellas
vuelva a ser la más bella... America
Quiero verte de nuevo
levantarte del suelo
y elevarte hasta el cielo... America
America, America
America
Quiero ver que te tu estrella
entre miles de ellas
vuelva a ser la más bella... America
Quiero verte de nuevo
levantarte del suelo
y elevarte hasta el cielo... America
America, America... America
America, America... America
America, America... America

Words, Words, Words
Composer(s): Léo Ferré
Performer(s): Léo Ferré



Et qu'ont-ils à rentrer chaque année les Artistes?
J'avais sur le futur des mains de cordonnier
Chaussant les astres de mes peaux ensemellées
La conscience dans le spider je mets les voiles
Et quarante millions de mètres de tailleur
Prenaient la taille à la putain de Galilée
La terre a bu le coup et penche du Tropique
Elle reste agrippée à mon temps cellulaire
Je déchargeais des tombereaux de souvenirs
Nous étions une histoire et n'avions rien à dire
Moi je prendrai la quatrième dimension
Pour trisser dans l'azur mes jambes migratrices
Le mur instantané que je dresse à la Chine
Mao c'était le nom de ce Viking flamand
Le tissu d'esquimau vieillit beaucoup plus vite
Des plaies sur des grabats du Chili à Lisbonne
S'exténuaient en équations de cicatrices
Le malade concret et l'interne distrait
Sont allés boire un pot au Café de la Morgue
Des vieillards le chéquier à la main à la banque
Faisaient des virements de testicules abstraits
L'embryon vaginé derviche dans le manque
Un pavot est venu l'asperger cette nuit
Mon berceau féodal et mes couilles gothiques
Des faux-nez des trognons des tissus ajoutés
Fondaient sous les sunlights de l'Opéra Comique
La Standard Oil prend du bidon et du gin fizz
La fièvre est descendue ce soir à Mexico
O ce parfum diapré dans la nuit des cigales
Dans une discothèque on a mis des barreaux
Les fenêtres s'en vont de la gorge et du squale
Ça sent la perfection dans ces rues amputées
Saint-Denis c'est un saint au derrière doublé
La fièvre est descendue ce soir dans un bordel
Et fallait voir comment ça soufflait dans la cale
Il y a partout des cons bordés d'oiseaux
Comme des lettres cheminant en parchemin
Nightingale O chansons crevées à minuit trente
J'ai le concile dans la main qui se lamente
Devant le mur à faire un peu des oraisons
La Folie m'a tenu la main à sa culotte
On eût dit de la mer s'en allant pour de bon
Viens petit dévêts-toi prends du large et jouis
Je sais des paravents comme un zoom d'espérance

Que font-ils? Qui sont-ils?
Ces gens qu'on tient en laisse
Dans les ports au shopping
Au bordel à la messe?
Et ces mômes qu'on pourrait
S'carrer entre deux trains
Histoire de leur montrer
Qu'on a du face-à-main...
Ils ont voté Ils ont voté
Comme on prend un barbiturique
Et ils ont mis la République
Au fond d'un vase à reposer
Les experts ont analysé
Ce qu'il y avait au fond du vase
Il n'y avait rien qu'un peu de vase

Et qu'ont-ils à rentrer chaque année les Artistes?
J'avais sur le futur des mains de cordonnier
Chaussant les astres de mes peaux ensemellées
La conscience dans le spider je mets les voiles...

Shakespeare aussi etait un terroriste

"Words... words... words..." disait-il

Videla?
En français: Budelle, tripes
En italien: Budella, tripes

En argentin?
Allez-y voir!

De quoi degueuler...
Vraiment!

America
Composer(s): Gianna Nannini - Paoluzzi
Performer(s): Gianna Nannini



Cercherò mi sono sempre detta cercherò
troverai, mi hanno sempre detto troverai
per oggi sto con me, mi basto e nessuno mi vede
e allora accarezzo la mia solitudine
ed ognuno ha il suo corpo a cui sa cosa 
chiedere chiedere chiedere chiedere

Fammi sognare lei si morde la bocca e si sente l'America
Fammi volare lui allunga la mano e si tocca l'America
Fammi l'amore forte sempre più forte come fosse l'America
Fammi l'amore forte sempre più forte ed io sono l'America

Cercherai mi hanno sempre detto cercherai
e troverò ora che ti accarezzo, troverò
ma quanta fantasia ci vuole per sentirsi in due
quando ognuno è da sempre nella sua solitudine
e regala il suo corpo ma non sa cosa chiedere

Fammi volare lei le mani sui fianchi come fosse l'America
Fammi sognare lui che scende e che sale e si sente l'America
Fammi l'amore lei che pensa ad un altro e si inventa l'America
Fammi l'amore forte sempre più forte ed io sono l'America

Words Of Love
Composer(s): John Phillips
Performer(s): The Mamas & The Papas



Words of love, so soft and tender 
Won't win a girls heart anymore 
If you love her then you must send her 
Somewhere where she's never been before 
Worn out phrases and longing gazes 
Won't get you where you want to go, no! 
Words of love, soft and tender 
Won't win her 

You ought to know by now 
You ought to know, you ought to know by now 
Words of love, soft and tender 
Won't win her anymore 

You ought to know by now 
You ought to know, you ought to know by now 
Words of love, soft and tender 
Won't win a girls heart anymore 
If you love her then you must send her 
Somewhere where she's never been before 
Worn out phrases and longing gazes 
Won't get you where you want to go 

Words of love, soft and tender 
Won't win her anymore, anymore

Amém, Amém
Composer(s): Raimundo Fagner
Performer(s): Raimundo Fagner



Eu cheguei nessa terra
Sem saber o que fazer
Minha mãe só dizia
Filho não vá nos esquecer

Diga logo notícias mais recentes
De entes amados ou largados
Pessoas que vivem como a gente
Na luta agitada do vai-e-vem
Faça tudo não seja diferente
E siga em paz, amém, amém

Eu cheguei há algum tempo
E já sei o que fazer
Pelo menos procuro
Outras coisas esquecer
Pra não ter que viver sem uma razão
E não ter que ficar sempre calado
E não ter que chorar de vez em quando
Ou não ter que tomar um bonde errado
É por isso que eu canto o dia inteiro
E passo a vida aliviado

Words Of Love
Composer(s): Buddy Holly
Originally performed by: Buddy Holly



Hold me close and tell me how you feel
Tell me love is real
Words of love you whisper soft and true
Darling I love you 
Let me hear you say
the words I want to hear
Darling when you're near 

Words of love you whisper soft and true
Darling I love you

Amelia
Composer(s): Joni Mitchell
First release by: Joni Mitchell - 1976



I was driving across the burning desert
When I spotted six jet planes
Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain
It was the hexagram of the heavens
It was the strings of my guitar
Amelia, it was just a false alarm

The drone of flying engines
Is a song so wild and blue
It scrambles time and seasons if it gets thru to you
Then your life becomes a travelogue
Of picture-post-card-charms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm

People will tell you where they’ve gone
They’ll tell you where to go
But till you get there yourself you never really know
Where some have found their paradise
Other’s just come to harm
Oh Amelia, it was just a false alarm

I wish that he was here tonight
It’s so hard to obey
His sad request of me to kindly stay away
So this is how I hide the hurt
As the road leads cursed and charmed
I tell Amelia, it was just a false alarm

A ghost of aviation
She was swallowed by the sky
Or by the sea, like me she had a dream to fly
Like Icarus ascending
On beautiful foolish arms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm

Maybe I’ve never really loved
I guess that is the truth
I’ve spent my whole life in clouds at icy altitude
And looking down on everything
I crashed into his arms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm

I pulled into the cactus tree motel
To shower off the dust
And I slept on the strange pillows of my wanderlust
I dreamed of 747s
Over geometric farms
Dreams, Amelia, dreams and false alarms

Words From The Wise
Composer(s): Kerry Minnear; Derek Shulman; Ray Shulman
Performer(s): Gentle Giant



Words from the wise, encourage you 
carries all your taking on
Words from the wise, discourage too many people when things go wrong

Words from the wise, encourage you, carries all your taking on
Words from the wise, discourage too many people when things go wrong
I have my doubts, as everyone 
Little isle in a stormy sea
Words from the wise, believe in you  
All I do is believe in me

If the going looks to strong 
And a little seems too long
Only darkness in the night 
Turn the darkness into 
Light the fire inside of yourself
I'm the one it's nobody else
Listen out 
But remember always
Your the wise 
The wise

Words from the wise, encourage you, carries all your taking on
Words from the wise, discourage too many people when things go wrong
I have my doubts, as everyone 
Little isle in a stormy sea
Words from the wise, believe in you  
All I do is believe in me

When it feels so hard to try 
Just a weight, a chain, a lie
Even though you need to fight, make the changes into
Light the fire inside of yourself
I'm the one it's nobody else
Listen out 
But remember always
Your the wise 
The wise

Words from the wise, encourage you, carries all your taking on
Words from the wise, discourage too many people when things go wrong
I have my doubts, as everyone 
Little isle in a stormy sea
Words from the wise, believe in you  
All I do is believe in me

Ame S'trame Drame 
Composer(s): A. Goldstein
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy



Ame s'trame drame
Pique et pique et psychodrame
Dans l'âme se trame, drôle de drame
Ame s'trame drame...
Femme s'trame drame
Joue et joue dans l'ciné-drame
Voudrait bien changer d'programme
Femme s'trame drame...
Ame s'paume rame
Affolés les cardiogrammes
Manque d'amour et cœur sans flamme
Ame s'paume rame...
Femme s'paume rame
Perd et perd des kilogrammes
Court toujours et cœur tam-tam
Femme s'paume rame...
Ame s'trame drame
Pique et pique des colères-larmes
Pleure et pleure un mélodrame
Ame s'trame drame...
Femme s'trame drame
Pique et pique et psychodrame
Drôle de drame et cœur s'entame
Femme s'trame drame...
Ame s'trame drame...

Words (Don't Come Easy)
Composer(s): Robert Fitoussi; Marty Joe Kupersmith; L.S. Yaguda
Performer(s): F.R. David



Words ... don't come easy to me
how can I find a way
to make you see I love you?
words don't come easy

Words ... don't come easy to me
This is the only way
for me to say I love you
words don't come easy

Well I'm just a music man
melody's so far my best friend
but my words are coming out wrong
and I ... I reveal my heart to you and
hope that you believe it's true
.... 'cause

Words ... don't come easy to me
how can I find a way
to make you see I love you?
words don't come easy

This is just a simple song
that I've made for you on my own
There's no hidden meaning you know
when I ... when I say I love you honey
please believe I really do
.... 'cause

Words ... don't come easy to me
how can I find a way
to make you see I love you?
words don't come easy

It isn't easy ...
words don't come easy

Words ... don't come easy to me
how can I find a way
to make you see I love you?
words don't come easy

Words ... don't come easy to me
This is the only way
for me to say I love you
words don't come easy