Applause Applause
Performer(s): Blood, Sweat & Tears



I'll sell my soul for a song
Pay the price and carry on
And share with you some memories of dreams I can't forget
Lovers I have met
Applause, applause, let's give the prize
To the little lady with the stars in her eyes

Applause, applause, give the singer a chance
Treat him right
Be polite
Maybe he will dance

Applause, applause, give the singer a break
How much ca n you give, how much can you take
Give the singer a chance, give the singer a chance
Anything to buy your soul, and maybe he will dance

Applause, applause, he will stand upon his head
Applause, applause, he'll take you to his bed
And share with you the memories of dreams he can't forget
Applause, applause, let's give the prize
To the little lady with the stars in her eyes

And I'll sell my soul for a song
Pay the price and carry on
And share with you the memories of dreams I can't forget
Lovers I have met
Applause, applause, let's give the prize
To the little lady with the stars in her eyes

Applause, applaus, give the singer a chance
Treat him right, be polite
And maybe he will dance
Applause, applause, give the singer a break
How much can you give, how much can you take
Oh, give the singer a chance, give the singer a chance
Anyhting to buy your soul, and maybe he will dance
Maybe he will dance
Maybe he will dance, yeah 

Detroit City
((Danish Version: Nu Rejser Jeg Hjem (Gustav Winckler) - 1964))
Composer(s): Mel Tillis - Danny Dill
First recording/First release by: Bobby Bare - 1962/1963
Covered by multiple other artists



I want to go home, I want to go home
Oh Lord, I want to go home

Last night I went to sleep in Detroit city
And I dreamed about those cotton fields and home
I dreamed about my mother, dear old papa, sister and brother
And I dreamed about that girl, who's been waitin' for so long

I want to go home, I want to go home
Oh Lord, I want to go home

Home folks think I'm big in Detroit city
From the letters that I write they think I'm fine
But by day I make the cars, and by night I make the bars
If only they could read between the lines

I want to go home, I want to go home
Oh Lord, I want to go home

You know, I rode a freight train north to Detroit city
And after all these years I find I've just been wasting my time
So I think I'll take my foolish pride, put it on a southbound freight and ride
Go on back to the ones I left, who've been waitin' for so long

I want to go home, I want to go home
Oh Lord, I want to go home

Rockin' Shoes
Composer(s): D.	Hill - A. Stevenson
Performer(s): The Ames Brothers; Frankie Brent



La la la la...

Now when school is over
And the weekend's come
My mind's made up
To have some fun

I call my baby
And I tell her the news
Hurry up and put on
Your rocking shoes

I'm gonna rock
(Rock in rocking shoes)
I call her again
And I tell her the news

We'll rock
(Rock in rocking shoes)
Oh, we're gonna dance
Away the blues

Oh, well, I open my wallet
And I count my loot
I comb my hair and
I brush my suit

I'm not worried
Gonna lose my blues
Swing my baby in
My rocking shoes

I'm gonna rock
(Rock in rocking shoes)
I call her again
And I tell her the news

We'll rock
(Rock in rocking shoes)
Oh, we're gonna dance
Away the blues

La la la la...

Well, as soon as I get
To the sugar shop
I'm gonna grab my baby
And start a hop

Dancing and a jumping
And a carrying on
When the music stops
I'll still be gone

When the hop is over
To the house, I go
I love my baby
And I tell her so

We kiss goodnight
And my head, I lose
And I bound away
In my rocking shoes

I'm gonna rock
(Rock in rocking shoes)
I call her again
And I tell her the news
We'll rock
(Rock in rocking shoes)
Oh, we're gonna dance away
Oh, we're gonna dance away
Oh, we're gonna dance away
The blues

Detrás Del Muro De Los Lamentos
Composer(s): Fito Paéz
Performer(s): Fito Paéz



Gota que cae sobre el cielo, no besa el suelo
lluvia que cae del cielo, y yo la bebo
Ah... tu corazón

desnudo mar abierto, no sopla el viento
todo resulto un juego, que quita el miedo

y cuando llega la cura
calma el a oro la luna
y yo que andaba ciego
cayo el cielo y no beso el suelo
y se detuvo el tiempo
detrás del Muro de los Lamentos

Todo lo que hicimos
la mentira y la verdad
todo lo que hicimos
sigue vivo en un lugar

Todo poco a poco
va dejando de importar
todo menos esos paraísos en el mar
y navegar y navegar y navegar...

Appetite
Composer(s): Paddy McAloon
Performer(s): Prefab Sprout



Please be careful is never careful
Till it hears the gun
She will always pay the bills
For the having big fun
He talks so well, what can you do
It's pretty plain he means it too
I don't want to sell you lines
I only mean to do you right
But I'm a simple slave of appetite
I'm a poor slave of appetite
Hunger howls, hungers red
Hungers stays till it's fed
Then it some h-h-how fades
Then it somehow leaves your sight
Depending on it's appetite
Depending on your appetite
So if you take - Then put back good
If you steal - be Robin Hood
If your eyes are wanting all you see
Then I think I'll name you after me
I think I'll call you appetite
Here she is with two small problems
And the best part of the blame
Wishes she could call him heartache
But it's not a boy's name
If you grow up to be, just like him, just like me
You're fighting for exclusive rights
For honeymoons each sleepless night
In which case I'll call you appetite
Yes I think I'll call you appetite
So if you take - Then put back good
If you steal - be Robin Hood
If your eyes are wanting all you see
Then I think I'll name you after me
I think I'll call you appetite
So if you take - Then put back good
If you steal - be Robin Hood
If your eyes are wanting all you see
Then I think I'll name you after me
I think I'll call you appetite
Then I think I'll name you after me
I think I'll call you appetite 

Detour Ahead
Composer(s): Lou Carter - Herb Ellis - Johnny Freigo
Performer(s): Billie Holiday



Smooth road, clear day
But why am I the only one
Travelin' this way
How starnge the road you love
Should be so easy
Can there be a detour ahead

Wake up, slow down
Before you crash in that yard
None of that plown
You fool, you're headin'
In the wrong direction
Can't you see the detour ahead

The further you travel
The harder to unraffle
The way he spins around you
Turn back while there is time
Can't you see the danger sign
Subshoulders surround you

Smooth road, clear night
Oh lucky me, that suddenly
I saw the light
I'm turniung back away
From all this trouble

Smooth road, smooth road
No detour ahead

Ein Mensch Ohne Namen
((Adapted from: A Horse With No Name (America) - 1971))
Composer(s): Dewey Bunnell
Performer(s): P. Bernd



Am ersten Tag meiner Reise
sah ich Bäume rings umher
Und ich hörte Stimmen singen
zwischen Gras und Blättermeer
Der Nebel der Nacht und der Morgentau
sponnen Netzte im Gesicht
Die Vögel lasen aus meiner Hand
ich vergass den Lärm der Stadt
Da sind nur Erde und Wasser
und ein Mensch ohne Namen 
die sich immer in die Augen seh’n
Es sind Freunde, sie brauchen keinen Namen
weil sie sich sowieso oihne Worte versteh’n

Nach zwei Tagen konnt‘ ich Berge seh’n
und die Luft war wie Kristall
Ich träumte, es fiel aus dem Wasserfall
eine Blume in meinen Mund
Und ein alter Zwerg kam aus der Höhle im Berg
und baute mir aus Moos ein Bett
Da sind nur Erde und Wasser
und ein Mensch ohne Namen 
die sich immer in die Augen seh’n
Es sind Freunde, sie brauchen keinen Namen
weil sie sich sowieso ohne Worte versteh’n

Dann am Ende war es rings um mich leer
aus den Bergen floss nun ein Meer
Und ich spürte das Salz auf meiner Haut
der Staub war aufgetaut
Im Sand sah ich das Leben
das sich unter der Wüste der Wellen
ein Reich gebaut
Keine Menschen können je hinein
leben weiter in ihrem Meeresstein
Da sind nur Erde und Wasser
und ein Mensch ohne Namen 
die sich immer in die Augen seh’n
Es sind Freunde, sie brauchen keinen Namen
weil sie sich sowieso oihne Worte versteh’n

Detour (There's A Muddy Road Ahead)
Composer(s): Paul Westmoreland
First release by: Spade Cooley and His Orch.
Covered by multiple other artists



Detour, there's a muddy road ahead, detour
Paid no mind to what it said
Detour, oh these bitter things I find
Should have read
That detour sign

Headed down life's crooked road, lots of things I never knowed
Because of me not knowin', I now pine
Trouble got in the trail, spent the next 5 years in jail
Should have read (should have read) that detour sign

Detour, there's a muddy road ahead, detour
Paid no mind to what it said
Detour, oh these bitter things I find
Should have read
That detour sign

When I got right to the place where it said "About Face"
I thought that all my worries were behind
But the farther I go, more sorrow I know
Should have read (should have read)
That detour sign

Detour, there's a muddy road ahead, detour
Paid no mind to what it said
Detour, oh these bitter things I find
Should have read
That detour sign

When I got stuck in the mud all my hopes dropped with a thud
I guess that my heart strings are made of twine
Have no willpower to get from the hole that I'm in yet
Should have read (should have read) that detour sign

Detour, there's a muddy road ahead, detour
Paid no mind to what it said
Detour, oh these bitter things I find
Should have read
That detour sign

Should have read that detour sign
Should have read that detour sign (that detour sign)

The Busiest Memory In Town
Composer(s): Geoffrey Morgan
Performer(s): Dickey Lee; Ronnie Milsap; Ernest Tubb



You're with me from my first cup of coffee
Right up till that last beer goes down
You're on my mind so I can't sleep till morning 
You're the busiest mem'ry in town
Had a talk last night with your new love 
But then he mentioned a few more you'd found
So we drank a toast to the next one and the busiest mem'ry in town

Babe sometimes you simply amaze me
With how fast you spread that heartache around
It must be hello, I love you, I'm leaving 
You're the busiest mem'ry in town

Babe sometimes you simply amaze me...
It must be hello, I love you, I'm leaving 
You're the busiest mem'ry in town

Deteriorata!
Composer(s): Christopher Guest - Tony Hendra
Performer(s): National Lampoon; Norman Rose



You are a fluke
Of the universe
You have no right to be here...
Deteriorata! Deteriorata!
Go placidly
Amid the noise and waste
And remember what comfort there may be
In owning a piece thereof
Avoid quiet and passive persons
Unless you are in need of sleep
Ro-tate your tires
Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself
And heed well their advice
Even though they be turkeys
Know what to kiss... and when!
Consider that two wrongs never make a right
But that three... do
Wherever possible, put people on hold
Be comforted that in the face of all aridity and disillusionment
And despite the changing fortunes of time
There is always a big future in computer maintenance
You are a fluke
Of the universe
You have no right to be here
And whether you can hear it or not
The universe is laughing behind your back
Remember the Pueblo
Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle and mutilate
Know yourself
If you need help, call the FBI
Exercise caution in your daily affairs
Especially with those persons closest to you
That lemon on your left, for instance
Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls
Would scarcely get your feet wet
Fall not in love therefore
It will stick to your face
Gracefully surrender the things of youth
The birds, clean air, tuna, Taiwan
And let not the sands of time
Get in your lunch
Hire people with hooks
For a good time call 606-4311
Ask for "Ken"
Take heart amid the deepening gloom
That your dog is finally getting enough cheese
And reflect that whatever misfortune may be your lot
It could only be worse in Milwaukee
You are a fluke
Of the universe
You have no right to be here
And whether you can hear it or not
The universe is laughing behind your back
Therefore, make peace with your god
Whatever you conceive him to be
Hairy thunderer, or cosmic muffin
With all its hopes, dreams, promises and urban renewal
The world continues to deteriorate
Give up!
You are a fluke
Of the universe
You have no right to be here
And whether you can hear it or not
The universe is laughing behind your back

Willy Jones
Composer(s): Buck Owens)
Performer(s): Susan Raye; Leslie Morrisett; Sylvie



Met a boy named Willie Jones
Comes from the wrong side of town
Daddy said he ain't no good 
Don't want him hanging around
Mama said that I'm too young to know what I feel
But I know I love Willy Jones and I always will
Willy Jones, it's you and me against all the world
I don't care what people, say I'm gonna be your girl
Just because our love is young, don't mean it's not real
God knows I love Willy Jones and I always will

Hammer nails and puppy dog tails is what they call Willy Jones
Tambourines and guitar strings don't make us all wrong
Don't do this and don't do that, has got my future looking dim
Oh Willy Jones can't come to me 
I'm gonna go to him
Willy Jones it's you and me...
Willy Jones it's you and me...

Detalhes
((Italian Version: Dettagli (Ornella Vanoni) - 1973))
Composer(s): Roberto Carlos - Erasmo Carlos
First release by: Roberto Carlos - 1971
Covered by multiple other artists



Não adianta nem tentar me esquecer
Durante muito tempo em sua vida eu vou viver
Detalhes tão pequenos de nós dois
São coisas muito grandes pra esquecer
E a toda hora vão estar presentes
Você vai ver
 
Se um outro cabeludo aparecer na sua rua
E isto lhe trouxer saudades minhas
A culpa é sua
O ronco barulhento do seu carro
A velha calça desbotada ou coisa assim
Imediatamente você vai lembrar de mim
 
Eu sei que um outro deve estar falando ao seu ouvido
Palavras de amor como eu falei
Mas eu duvido
Duvido que ele tenha tanto amor
E até os erros do meu português ruim
E nessa hora você vai lembrar de mim
 
À noite envolvida no silêncio do seu quarto
Antes de dormir você procura o meu retrato
Mas na moldura não sou eu quem lhe sorri
Mas você vê o meu sorriso mesmo assim
E tudo isso vai fazer você lembrar de mim
Se alguém tocar seu corpo como eu
Não diga nada
Não vá dizer meu nome sem querer à pessoa errada
Pensando ter amor nesse momento
Desesperada você tenta até o fim
E até nesse momento você vai lembrar de mim
 
Eu sei que esses detalhes vão sumir na longa estrada
Do tempo que transforma todo amor em quase nada
Mas quase também é mais um detalhe
Um grande amor não vai morrer assim
Por isso de vez em quando você vai
Vai lembrar de mim

Too Late To Worry
Composer(s): Burt Bacharach - Hal David
First release by: Al Dexter & His Troopers - 1944
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1963 - Donne Moi Ma Chance (Richard Anthony)
1963 - Geef Me Nog Een Kans (Marva)



I broke your heart dear, I was untrue
And now I've lost you, what can I do
Fate played its hand, dear, though we did try
Too late to worry, too blue to cry
Our love is ended, you say we're through
You found a new love that's good to you
I hope you're happy, for I'll get by
Too late to worry, too blue to cry
We made our vows, dear, to never part
We laughed, we loved then we crossed our hearts
I was unfaithful, so here am I
Too late to worry, too blue to cry
I've played around, dear, I've had my way
But now I find, dear, I've had to pay
I'll always love you as days go by
Too late to worry, too blue to cry
Upon my pillow last night I lay
I dreamed of bygones and I did pray
But it's all over, we've said goodbye
Too late to worry, too blue to cry

Det Ligger I Luften
Composer(s): Tomas Ledin
Performer(s): Tomas Ledin



wwåå, det ligger i luften
någonting är på gång
wwåå, det ligger i luften (wow)
kanske natten blir lång

Åå, det ligger i luften
någonting är på gång
åå, det ligger i luften
kanske natten blir lång

någonting hände när du kom in
det kände jag bestämt
på något obestämt vis
svårt och säga exakt vad det är
det går inte ta på
det går inte och se
men vad spelar det för roll
huvudsaken är

Åå, det ligger i luften
någonting är på gång
åå, det ligger i luften
kanske natten blir lång

Jag blev galen när du dök upp
kanske överdriver jag
men det gör väl ingenting
för sant och säkert
vad är nu det
det går inte ta på
det går inte och se
men vad spelar det för roll
huvudsaken är

Åå, det ligger i luften
någonting är på gång
åå, det ligger i luften
kanske natten blir lång

Åå, det ligger i luften
åå, det ligger i luften
åå, det ligger i luften
åå, det ligger i luften

Apology
Composer(s): Valentine - Heatherton
Performer(s): The Go-Go's



I will find a way to move on
Discontent had its day the pleasure's gone
If you ask me to describe
What I could want with all I've got
I'd say good days and thank you's
Instead of all these question marks

'Cause when I found you
I thought my life was charmed
And we'd be safe from what
Has happened now has happened now

Apology I'm Sorry Apology I'm Sorry
Apology I'm Sorry But I Have No Regrets

No one knows just why I can't stay
Starting over's alright the end so far away
I know I seem careless
My moods they change like the weather
So I ask your forgiveness
While I pull myself together
In the meantime
I live I work I wait I hope
I still have faith
That what was mine can still be mine

Apology I'm Sorry Apology I'm Sorry
Apology I'm Sorry But I Have No Regrets

In the meantime
I live I work I wait I hope
I still have faith
That what was mine can still be mine

Apology I'm Sorry Apology I'm Sorry
Apology I'm Sorry But I Have No Regrets
You'll Be Sorry I'll Be Sorry Everybody Will Be Sorry

Det Handlar Om Kärlek
((German Version: Concerto D'Amore (Agnetha Fältskog))
Composer(s): H. Blum - Bengt Haslum
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog



Det handlar om kärlek
Om love och amore
Det handlar om just det som alltid är på gång
I varje nyfödd sång

Det ligger i luften
När han möter henne
I leenden och blickar och när händer möts
Och bakom alla ord som sägs

Det handlar om kärlek
Om love och amore
Och drabbas man så har man ingen tanke på
Nåt annat än sin vän

Ja nog vet vi det du och jag
Här rår kärleken natt och dag
Och varje stund du är borta från mig
Vänder var tanke tillbaka till dig

Det handlar om kärlek
Om love och amore
Det är en gudagåva vi har fått vi två
Den ska vi vårda ömt

Oh vad skönt det känns
Livet ler
Härligt utan gräns
Allt som sker

Det handlar om kärlek!

Stop The Clock
Composer(s): Fats Domino - Pee Wee Maddux
Performer(s): Fats Domino; Jimmy Donley



Tick-tock, stop the clock
Tick-tock, stop the clock
Time keeps moving on
Soon my baby will be gone
Away, poor me

Tick-tock, stop the clock

Tick-tock, stop the clock
She's gonna catch the train at three
That'll be the end of me
Tick-tock, stop the clock

Tick-tock, stop the clock
Tick-tock, stop the clock
For my baby would be mine
If I could just turn back the time
Tick-tock, stop the clock

Tick-tock, stop the clock
Tick-tock, stop the clock
Time keeps moving on
Soon my baby will be gone
Tick-tock, stop the clock

Tick-tock, stop the clock
Tick-tock, stop the clock
For my baby would be mine
If I could just turn back the time
Tick-tock, stop the clock

Det Är Vår
Composer(s): Bobbie Ericson - Eric Sandström
Performer(s): Alice Babs



Det är vår 
Varje år 
blir det vår 
Och en värmande sol 
väcker upp allt som somnat en gång i fjol 

Det är vår i luften i dag 
Det är vår, så är naturens lag 
Och västanvinden 
som kysser kinden 
viskar det är vår 
Det är vår i sinnet i dag 
Det är vår, det är av välbehag 
Som himlen gråter 
och solen åter 
säger det är vår 
Ur den svartaste mull 
smyger våren på tå 
för små gullvivors skull 
och för blåsippor små 
Det är vår i hjärtat i dag 
Det är vår, o ljuva obehag 
Som blodet bränner 
var gång vi känner 
känner det är vår 

Ur den svartaste mull 
smyger våren på tå 
För små gullvivors skull 
och för blåsippor små 
Det är vår i hjärtat i dag 
Det är vår, o ljuva obehag 
Som blodet bränner 
var gång vi känner 
känner det är vår

A-Plus In Love
Composer(s): Johnny Dee
Performer(s): John D. Loudermilk



I may make an "F" in English
They say my grammar just ain't good enough
I may make a "D" in History
And that Espaniola, boy, is rough
Well I may flank the whole semester
But if I do I'll promise stars above
That if I make an "E" in Geography
Gonna make an "A-plus" in love

Well now my girl just gave me a lecture
By showing how to get my home-work up
What a crip-course this is
The subject was on kisses
This is gonna pull my av'rage up
But just you wait, exams come tomorrow
I'm gonna cram and study till almost two
So I can make me an "E" in Geography
And "A-plus" in love with you

Well, now the grades ain't out
But I know what I've done
I've flanked all the courses but my favourite one
I played but I made A-plus in love with you

Destiny
Composer(s): Dave Deviller - Gunther Mende - Jennifer Rush
Performer(s): Jennifer Rush



Some say it's sure collision say it's bound to lose
But there's no denying I'm able to choose
I know what leaves me cold and what burns me up
Now this time it's just right I'm very sure
I call it wonder
Something hard to define
Sometimes it's thunder
That strikes my senses hard
He's my destiny and it's hard to see
I want could love him more
He's my destiny gotta hold on me
I'm always back for more
My heart has spent time drifting back and forth in love
Just in what direction was never sure
And than he moved up towards me and towed me in
Nobody's moved me quite like this
I call it wonder
Something hard to define
It's just like thunder
That strikes my senses hard
He's my destiny and it's hard to see
I want could love him more
He's my destiny gotta hold on me
I'm always back for more
Ooh he can turn me round slow me down
Anytime he sees it fit to hold me back
Ooh it's enough
To make me go out of my mind
He's my destiny and it's hard to see
I want could love him more
He's my destiny gotta hold on me
I'm always back for more