La Città Vecchia
Composer(s): Fabrizio de André
First release by: Fabrizio de André - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists



Nei quartieri dove il sole del buon Dio non dà i suoi raggi
ha già troppi impegni per scaldar la gente d'altri paraggi
una bimba canta la canzone antica della donnaccia
quello che ancor non sai tu lo imparerai solo qui tra le mie braccia

E se alla sua età le difetterà la competenza
presto affinerà le capacità con l'esperienza
dove sono andati i tempi di una volta per Giunone
quando ci voleva per fare il mestiere anche un po' di vocazione

Una gamba qua, una gamba là, gonfi di vino
quattro pensionati mezzo avvelenati al tavolino
li troverai là, col tempo che fa, estate e inverno
a stratracannare a stramaledire le donne, il tempo ed il governo

Loro cercan là, la felicità dentro a un bicchiere
per dimenticare d'esser stati presi per il sedere
ci sarà allegria anche in agonia col vino forte
porteran sul viso l'ombra di un sorriso tra le braccia della morte

Vecchio professore cosa vai cercando in quel portone
forse quella che sola ti può dare una lezione
quella che di giorno chiami con disprezzo pubblica moglie
Quella che di notte stabilisce il prezzo alle tue voglie

Tu la cercherai, tu la invocherai più di una notte
ti alzerai disfatto rimandando tutto al ventisette
quando incasserai delapiderai mezza pensione
diecimila lire per sentirti dire "micio bello e bamboccione"

Se ti inoltrerai lungo le calate dei vecchi moli
In quell'aria spessa carica di sale, gonfia di odori
lì ci troverai i ladri gli assassini e il tipo strano
quello che ha venduto per tremila lire sua madre a un nano

Se tu penserai, se giudicherai
da buon borghese
li condannerai a cinquemila anni più le spese
ma se capirai, se li cercherai fino in fondo
se non sono gigli son pur sempre figli
vittime di questo mondo

Down By The Lazy River
Composer(s): Alan Osmond - Wayne Osmond - Merrill Osmond
Performer(s): The Osmonds



What are ya doin' tonight?
Ya got no place to go
Gotta get out of the city
Why dont'cha come along with me?
Mighty fine out tonight
Getcha girl and hold her tight
We can take it nice and easy
you know it won't be long till we'll be, we'll be...
Down by the lazy river
come as you please
Down by the lazy river
one big family
If you're all alone
you won't be long
Just bring your guitar and sing your song
Down by the lazy river
everybody follow me
Better make up your mind
let's get the show on the road
We're gonna have a party
come along or you'll be sorry, sorry
You know there's plenty of room
come on and sing a boom boom boom
We can get nice and cozy
why don'tcha come along and mosey...
And down
I said down
come on down
I'm goin'...
Down by the lazy river
come as you please
Down by the lazy river
one big family
If you're all alone
you won't be long
Just bring your guitar and sing your song
Down by the lazy river...

La Citta Degli Altri
Performer(s): Pooh



Il primo pane caldo del mattino
l'inchiostro del giornale sulla mano
un caffè di fretta e una sigaretta
il treno non aspetta
La notte sbianca e il buio si colora
le case han gli occhi gialli nell'aurora
la città degli altri suona il suo richiamo
e conta attenta quanti siamo
Non so, se un po' più su dei tetti c'è Dio
se c'è, è tanto che non passa di qui
sta lassù, non sa che in queste strade
il cielo non si vede
Il giorno è una moneta appena spesa
il treno sfonda l'aria verso casa
la città degli altri, la città di rabbia
scompare in fretta nella nebbia
Non so se sopra il mio paese c'è Dio
se c'è, l'incontrerò stasera al bar
gli dirò, bevendo insieme al banco
"Signore, sono stanco!"

Down By The Henry Moore
Composer(s): Murray McLauchlin
First release by: Murray McLauchlin - 1974



I walked down to Kensington Market
Bought me a fish to fry
I went to the Silver Dollar
Looked a stranger in the eye
A friend of mine says
That he don't think this town's so out of sight
But he's got shades 'round his soul
And he thinks he's seen the light

Singin' don't you want to keep on moving
Don't you want to get undone
Don't you want to change from losing
Don't you want to have some fun

I went down to the Palm Grove
I was jumpin' around the room
I was wearing my sneakers down
And castin' away my gloom
This fat girl come up and grabbed me
She sat me on her knee
She said you wrote that Farmer's Song
And she spilled a drink on me

Singin' don't you want to keep on moving
Don't you want to get undone
Don't you want to change from losing
Don't you want to have some fun

I went down to the Henry Moore
Skated all in the Square
The moon above my shoulder
And the ice was in my hair
Alone but never lonely
That's how I like to be
If you want to have fun
Like a rock'n roll bum
Don't think the worst of me

Singin' don't you want to keep on moving
Don't you want to get undone
Don't you want to change from losing
Don't you want to have some fun

La Cita
Composer(s): J. Compairé - J. Mas
Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo



Salgo de la ducha
el agua de colonia me recuerda a ti
busco algo que ponerme
sólo pienso en nuestra cita
Llevo todo el día
esperando ese momento
no te retrases por favor
voy contando los segundos
fumo mucho estoy nervioso
deja de latir tan fuerte, corazón
Tengo mucha suerte
he llegado a tiempo al auto bus
caminando entre la gente
voy corriendo a tu encuentro
de algún jardín he robado dos violetas
son poca cosa, ya lo sé
Pero tengo otro regalo
un secreto que contarte
eres lo que yo esperaba encontrar
Cruzo el disco en rojo
los frenos de los coches suenan a metal
piensan que estoy loco es de alegría
entro en el café
son las doce y un segundo
no te retrases por favor
Trato de tranquilizarme
todavía no es muy tarde
no me importa cuando vengas, pero ven

Down At The Twist And Shout
((Portuguese Version: Sábado Á Noite (Sandy & Júnior))
Composer(s): Mary Chapin Carpenter
Performer(s): Mary Chapin Carpenter
and multiple other artists



Saturday night and the moon is out
I wanna head on over to the Twist and Shout
Find a two-step partner and a Cajun beat
When it lifts me up I'm gonna find my feet
Out in the middle of a big dance floor
When I hear that fiddle wanna beg for more
Gonna dance to a band from a-Lou'sian' tonight

Well I never have wandered down to New Orleans
Never have drifted down a bayou stream
But I heard that music on the radio
And I swore some day I was gonna go
Down Highway 10 past Lafayette
To Baton Rouge and I won't forget
To send you a card with my regrets
'Cause I'm never gonna come back home

Saturday night and the moon is out
I wanna head on over to the Twist and Shout
Find a two-step partner and a Cajun beat
When it lifts me up I'm gonna find my feet
Out in the middle of a big dance floor
When I hear that fiddle wanna beg for more
Gonna dance to a band from a-Lou'sian' tonight

They got a alligator stew and a crawfish pie
A golf storm blowin' into town tonight
Livin on the delta's quite a show
They got hurricane parties every time it blows
And here up north it's a cold cold rain
And there ain't no cure for my blues today
Except when the paper says: Beausoleil is coming into town
Baby let's go down

Saturday night and the moon is out
I wanna head on over to the Twist and Shout
Find a two-step partner and a Cajun beat
When it lifts me up I'm gonna find my feet
Out in the middle of a big dance floor
When I hear that fiddle wanna beg for more
Gonna dance to a band from a-Lou'sian' tonight

Bring your mama, bring your papa, bring your sister too
They got lots of music and lots of room
When they play you a waltz from 1910
You gonna feel a little bit young again
Well you learned to dance with your rock'n'roll
You learned to swing with a do-si-do
But you learn to love at the fais-so-do
When you hear a little Jolie Blon

Saturday night and the moon is out
I wanna head on over to the Twist and Shout
Find a two-step partner and a Cajun beat
When it lifts me up I'm gonna find my feet
Out in the middle of a big dance floor
When I hear that fiddle wanna beg for more
Gonna dance to a band from a-Lou'sian' tonight

La Chose 
Performer(s): Patachou



Y a ceux qui font la chose
En regardant l'plafond
Ou en comptant les mouches
Qui sont su'l'guéridon

Y a ceux qui font la chose
En pensant à l'argent
Et ceux qui n'pensent à rien
Parce que c'est fatiguant

Y a ceux qui font la chose
En s'demandant pourquoi
Et ceux qui font la chose
Comme s'ils étaient en bois

Ceux qui pendant la chose
Se mettent à bégayer
Et qui s'étonnent après
D'avoir des quintuplés

Y a ceux qui font la chose
En chantant une chanson
En battant la mesure
En tapant du talon

Y a ceux qui font la chose
Toujours un peu distants
Parce que c'est l'seul moyen
Pour avoir des enfants

Ceux qui pendant la chose
Poussent des cris violents
Pour que les voisins croient
Qu'ils passent en bon moment
Y a ceux qui font la chose
Sans passion ni désir
Parce que c'est le seul truc
Qui fasse vraiment maigrir

Y a ceux qui font la chose
Pour battre des records
Tous ceux dont les appas
Ne sont qu'un livre d'or

Y a ceux qui font la chose
Avec des accessoires
Qu'ont besoin d'une trompette
Ou bien d'une balançoire

Ceux qui lorsque la chose
Est déjà terminée
Se demandent si la chose
Va bientôt commencer

Y a ceux qui font la chose
Pas pour les sensations
Une seule fois dans l'année
Pour les allocations

Ils ont l'œil triste le cou tendu
Les ratés de la bagatelle
Ils font la chose en pardessus
Les ratés du fruit défendu

Car tous ceux à qui
La chose ne fait rien
N'aiment pas ceux à qui
La chose fait du bien

Down At The Old Bull And Bush
Composer(s): Stu Krone - Andrew B. Sterling - Harry Von Tilzer
Performer(s): Florrie Forde



Talk about the shade of the sheltering palm
Praise the bamboo tree
with it's wide spreading charm
There's a little nook
down near old Hampstead Town
You know the place it has one great renown
Often with my sweetheart on a bright Summers day
To the little pub there my footsteps will stray
If she hesitates when she looks at the sign
Promptly I whisper, "Now do not decline"

Come, come, come and make eyes at me
down at the Old Bull and Bush
Da, da, da, da, da
Come, come, drink some port wine with me
Down at the Old Bull and Bush
Hear the little German Band
Da, da, da, da, da
Just let me hold your hand dear
Do, do come and have a drink or two
down at the Old Bull and Bush

Do, do, come and have a drink or two
down at the Old Bull and Bush
Bush, Bush!

La Chica De Ipanema
((Adapted from: A Garota De Ipanema (by João Gilberto, Antônio Carlos Jobim, Vinicius de Moraes) - 1962))
Composer(s): Antônio Carlos Jobim - Vinicius de Moraes
Performer(s): Richard Clayderman - 2006
and multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1963 - The Girl From Ipanema (by Stan Getz & João Gilberto)
1964 - La Fille D'Ipanema (by Jacqueline François)
1965 - La Ragazza Di Ipanema (by Caterina Valente)
2007 - The Girl From Al-Qaeda (by The Jack & Jim Show)



Mira que chica mas linda, mas llena de gracia
es esa muchacha, que viene y que pasa
con su balanceo, camino del mar
Ella de cuerpo dorado, del Sol de Ipanema
y su balanceo, es todo un poema
y nunca me mira siquiera al pasar
Ay, yo me siento tan solo 
Ay, yo me siento tan triste
Ay, la belleza que existe, la belleza que no es solo
suya, y que sueño que quizas me arrulle
Oh! si ella supiera que cuando ella pasa
el mundo sonriente, se llena de gracia
con su balanceo camino del mar

Down At The End Of Your Road
Composer(s): Ian Anderson
Performer(s): Jethro Tull



I am your neighbor 
I seem most respectable
But underneath I'm an iniquitous toad
So many dreadful mishaps have befallen you
down at the end of your road
And I live down the end of your road

I'm working on ways to remove you from paradise
from your striped lawn and your new swimming pool
I place broken bottles in your geraniums
sabotage your gardening tools

And I live down the end of your road

By day I am a real estate gentleman
I deal in fine properties cheap at the price
After dark, I plan my most devious practices
which you might think are not very nice

Designing a system to reverse your plumbing
welling up, as you sit on your private throne
Will come up all kinds of vile and despicable nasties
you would rather not have in your home
And I live down the end of your road

Dispensed loathsome creatures in your drawing room
Sent doggy poo-poos in your morning mail
Rat's heads and lark's wings should set your tums turning
and your houses will soon be for sale
And I live down the end of your road
Yes, I live down the end of your road
Well, I live down the end of your road
I live down the end of your road
I live down the end of your road
I live down the end of your road

La Ragazza Di Ipanema
((Adapted from: A Garota De Ipanema (by João Gilberto, Antônio Carlos Jobim, Vinicius de Moraes) - 1962))
Composer(s): Antônio Carlos Jobim - Vinicius de Moraes - Giorgio Calabrese
Performer(s): Caterina Valente - 1965
and multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1963 - The Girl From Ipanema (by Stan Getz & João Gilberto)
1964 - La Fille D'Ipanema (by Jacqueline François)
2006 - La Chica De Ipanema (by Richard Clayderman)
2007 - The Girl From Al-Qaeda (by The Jack & Jim Show)



Torneresti sui tuoi passi
ragazza di ipanema che passi
se ti voltassi
ad ogni singolo "ah!"
ma tu segui per la tua strada
un lungo samba
che si snoda
ovunque vada
destando un coro di "ah!"...
oh se per lui ti fermassi
oh se per lui ti voltassi
se la sua voce ascoltassi
ma per te d'importante non c'e'
nient'altro al di fuori di te...
basterebbe ti voltassi
ragazza di ipanema che passi
ma non consideri mai
nient'altro che te...
oh se per lui ti fermassi
oh se per lui ti voltassi
se la sua voce ascoltassi
ma per te d'importante non c'e'
nient'altro al di fuori di te...
basterebbe ti voltassi
ragazza di ipanema che passi
ma non consideri mai
nient'altro che te...
nient'altro che te...
nient'altro che te...

Down At The Baby Store
Composer(s): Alfred Bryan - Harry Von Tilzer



"Mamma" sighs a lad
"I'm lonely, since our baby's gone away"
As he looks toward a mansion 
where some children are at play
"Can't I have a little sister, tell me ain't there any more?" 
Mamma hides her tears and answers 
"Yes dear, at the baby store"
'Cause we're poor I have no playmates
"says the lad with tear dimmed eyes
"Some one there will surely love me" 
Then he drops his toys and sighs

By an orphan home he pauses, sees the children round the door
In a childish voice he whispers, "This must be the baby store" 
Spies a lonesome little lassie, golden hair and eyes of blue 
Takes her by the hand to mamma, says "I've brought her home to you
For like me she's poor and lonely, and her mamma dear is dead" 
Then he puts his arms around her
As with childish pride he said

Down at the baby store
Down at the baby store, I'll find a girlie that looks like you
Nice golden hair and sweet eyes of blue
I'll bring her home to stay
With me she'll always play 
There's one I am sure
Who'll love me though I'm poor
Down at the baby store"

La Fille D'Ipanema
((Adapted from: A Garota De Ipanema (by João Gilberto, Antônio Carlos Jobim, Vinicius de Moraes) - 1962))
Composer(s): Antônio Carlos Jobim - Vinicius de Moraes - Eddy Marnay
Performer(s): Jacqueline François - 1964
and multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1963 - The Girl From Ipanema (by Stan Getz & João Gilberto)
1965 - La Ragazza Di Ipanema (by Caterina Valente)
2006 - La Chica De Ipanema (by Richard Clayderman)
2007 - The Girl From Al-Qaeda (by The Jack & Jim Show)



Grande, mince, belle et douce
La fille d'Ipanema se pousse
Sur le rivage
Et toute le plage
Fait Ah ! ...

Elle marche comme une algue
Portée sur l'aile d'une vague
Jusqu'au rivage
Et toute le plage
Fait Ah ! ...

Oh les garçons la regardent
Et leurs idées qui bavardent
Ont des chansons qui s'attardent
Sur le corps de la fille aux yeux clairs
Mais elle, elle ne voit que la mer
Grande, mince, belle et douce
Comme une voile dans sa course
Ils ne voient qu'elle
Mais elle ne voit que la mer
elle ne voit que la mer ...

Oh les garçons la regardent
Et leurs idées qui bavardent
Ont des chansons qui s'attardent
Sur le corps de la fille aux yeux clairs
Mais elle, elle ne voit que la mer
Grande et mince et belle et douce
Comme une voile dans sa course
Ils ne voient qu'elle
Mais elle, elle ne voit que la mer
Elle ne voit que la mer ...

Down At Lulu's
Composer(s): Joey Levine - Kris Resnick
Performer(s): Ohio Express; Kasenetz-Katz



See the neon sign
The kids stand in line
And money clutched in hand
They wanna hear that band
Base is thumpin'
Everybody's jumpin'
The drummer keeps beatin'
Everybody's meet down at Lulu's
Down at Lulu's

It's got you red and blue
The music gets to you 
And swept right off your feet
You can't escape that beat
'Cause the bass is thumpin'
Everybody's jumpin'
The drummer keeps beatin'
Everybody's meetin' down at Lulu's 
Down at Lulu's

The chicks passin' by 
Are gonna catch your eye
You may came alone but 
That's not how you'll go home
'Cause the bass is thumpin'
Everybody's jumpin'
The drummer keeps beatin' 
Everybody's meetin
Down at Lulu's
Down at Lulu's
Down at Lulu's

The Girl From Ipanema ((aka The Girl From Al-Qaeda (by The Jack & Jim Show) - 2007))
((Adapted from: A Garota De Ipanema (by João Gilberto, Antônio Carlos Jobim, Vinicius de Moraes) - 1962))
Composer(s): Antônio Carlos Jobim - Vinicius de Moraes - Norman Gimbel
Performer(s): Stan Getz & João Gilberto - 1963
and multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1964 - La Fille D'Ipanema (by Jacqueline François)
1965 - La Ragazza Di Ipanema (by Caterina Valente)
2006 - La Chica De Ipanema (by Richard Clayderman)



Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, each one she passes goes - ah

When she walks, she's like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when she passes, each one she passes goes - ooh

(Ooh) But I watch her so sadly
How can I tell her I love her
Yes I would give my heart gladly
But each day, when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at me

Tall, (and) tan, (and) young, (and) lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, I smile - but she doesn't see (doesn't see)
(She just doesn't see, she never sees me ...)

Down Argentina Way
Composer(s): Mack Gordon - Harry Warren
Performer(s): Dinah Shore
and multiple other artists



You'll find your life will begin
The very moment you're in Argentina
If you're romantic senor
Then you will surely adore Argentina
You'll be as gay as can be
If you will learn to "si si" like a Latin
For mister soon as you learn 
Then you will never return to Manhattan
When you hear "yo te amo"
You'll steal a kiss and then 
If she should say "manana"
It's just to let you know 
You're gonna meet again

I'll bet an old castanet
That you will never forget Argentina
Where there are rhumbas and tangos
To tickle your spine
Moonlight and music and orchids and wine
You'll want to stay down Argentina way

La Chasse Aux Papillons
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
First release by: Georges Brassens - 1955
Covered by multiple other artists



Un bon petit diable à la fleur de l'âge
La jambe légère et l'œil polisson
Et la bouche pleine de joyeux ramages
Allait à la chasse aux papillons

Comme il atteignait l'orée du village
Filant sa quenouille, il vit Cendrillon
Il lui dit: "Bonjour, que Dieu te ménage
J't'emmène à la chasse aux papillons"

Cendrillon ravie de quitter sa cage
Met sa robe neuve et ses botillons
Et bras d'ssus bras d'ssous vers les frais bocages
Ils vont à la chasse aux papillons

Il ne savait pas que sous les ombrages
Se cachait l'amour et son aiguillon
Et qu'il transperçait les cœurs de leur âge
Les cœurs des chasseurs de papillons

Quand il se fit tendre, elle lui dit: "J'présage
Qu'c'est pas dans les plis de mon cotillon
Ni dans l'échancrure de mon corsage
Qu'on va à la chasse aux papillons"

Sur sa bouche en feu qui criait: "Sois sage!"
Il posa sa bouche en guise de bâillon
Et c'fut l'plus charmant des remue-ménage
Qu'on ait vu d'mémoir' de papillon

Un volcan dans l'âme, ils r'vinrent au village
En se promettant d'aller des millions
Des milliards de fois, et mêm' davantage
Ensemble à la chasse aux papillons

Mais tant qu'ils s'aim'ront, tant que les nuages
Porteurs de chagrins, les épargneront
Il f'ra bon voler dans les frais bocages
Ils f'ront pas la chasse aux papillons

Down And Out
Composer(s): Paul Williams
Performer(s): Paul Williams



Down, down, down, down, down, down, down and out!
Down, down, down, down, down, down, down and out!

Down, down, down, down, down, down, down and out!
Down, down, down, down, down, down, down and out!

You don't have to sit around
Complaining 'bout the way your life has wound up
Think of all the time you waste
And time's a precious thing to let go by!

Sure you've hit the bottom,
But remember you'll be building from the ground up!
Ev'ry day's another step
That takes you even closer to the sky, so give a try!

Down, down, down, down, down, down, down and out!
Down, down, down, down, down, down, down and out!

You don't have to sit around
Depressed about the way that luck deceived you!
Fortune sailed away, you missed that boat
And found that you'd been left behind!

Fight and fight some more
Until you know the world is ready to receive you
Lady luck is fickle
But a lady is allowed to change her mind

You don't have to sit around
Complaining 'bout the way your life has wound up
So be a man you know you can't be certain
That you'll lose until you try!

You don't have to sit around
Complaining 'bout the way your life has wound up
So be a man you know you can't be certain
That you'll lose until you try, so give it a try!

We as one shout, up, up, up and out!
We as one shout, up, up, up and out!
We as one shout, up, up, up and out!
We as one shout, up, up, up and out!
(Repeat)

La Chanteuse Qui A Tout Donné
Composer(s): Michel Berger
Performer(s): France Gall



Allez chanter l'amour à ma place
Les soirs qui naviguent et l'amour qui casse
Moi, c'est comme si j'avais tout donné
Comme s'il ne restait
Qu'une image floue à travers la glace
D'une ou deux chansons qui n'ont plus leur place
Comme un balancement d'autrefois
Dont il reste quoi

Qu'un peu de silence du côté du cœur
Un calme étrange une étrange douleur
Un peu de silence du côté du cœur
Est-ce qu'on en guérit docteur!

J'ai tout sacrifié à la mécanique
De l'émotion du piano électrique
Ces milliers de regards inconnus
M'ont-ils vraiment vue
Que reste-t-il quand la musique s'arrête
Des ampoules de flashs qu'on use et qu'on jette
Et de ma voix et des gestes
Écoutez ce qu'il reste

Un peu de silence du côté du cœur
Un calme étrange une étrange douleur
Un peu de silence du côté du cœur
Est-ce qu'on en guérit docteur!

Un peu de silence du côté du cœur
Un calme étrange une étrange douleur
Un peu de silence du côté du cœur
Est-ce qu'on en guérit docteur!

Un peu de silence du côté du cœur
Un calme étrange une étrange douleur
Un peu de silence du côté du cœur
Est-ce qu'on en guérit docteur!

Down Among The Sheltering Palms
Composer(s): James Brockman - Abe Olman
Performer(s): The Boswell Sisters
and multiple other artists



I', way down East, down East
And my heart is pining, pining for you
You're way out West, out West
And my soul is craving, craving for you
I love you so, Just you, I know
It takes six days to go there with a train
Just one week more, and I'll be with you again
I long to be

When I was South, down South
There I saw some pretty, pretty places
When I was North, way North
I saw many, many pretty faces, not one so fair
None could compare
There's only one place way out in the West
And you are there, where with you I long to rest
I long to be

Down among the sheltering palms
O honey, wait for me 
O honey, wait for me
Meet me down by the old Golden Gate
Out where the sun goes down about eight
How my love is burning, burning, burning
How my heart is yearning, yearning, yearning 
to be down among the sheltering palms
O honey, wait for me!