Lady-O
Performer(s): The Turtles



While you sit and seek a crescent moon is laying
At your feet
With hope that's made of sand
It don't think you can
But you have held it all in your hands

I've been trying hard to keep from needing you
But from the start
My heart just rolled and flowed
I've seen where it goes
Still somehow my love for you grows, Lady-0

So on my heels I'll grow wings
Gonna ride silver strings
But I'll see you in my holiest dreams, Lady-0 

(repeat chorus)

I've been trying hard to keep from needing you
But from the start
My heart just rolled and flowed
I've seen where it goes

Still somehow my love for you grows, Lady-O
So on my heels I'll grow wings
Gonna ride  silver strings
But I'll see you in my holiest dreams, Lady-O

Bandstand Boogie
Composer(s): Charles Albertine - Larry Elgart - Bob Horn
Performer(s): Barry Manilow
and multiple other artists



We're goin' hoppin' (Hop)
we're goin' hoppin' today
where things are poppin' (Pop)
the Philadelphia way
we're gonna drop in (Drop)
on all the music they play
on the Bandstand (Bandstand)
We're goin' swingin' (Swing)
we're gonna swingin' the crowd
and we'll be clingin' (Cling)
and floatin' high as a cloud
The phones are ringin' (Ring)
My mom and dad are so proud
I'm on Bandstand (Bandstand)
And I'll jump, and hey, I may even show 'em my handstand
because I'm on, because I'm on the American Bandstand
when we dance real slow I'll show all the guys in the grandstand
what a swinger I am, I am on American Bandstand
we're goin' hoppin'
we're goin' hoppin' today
where things are poppin'
the Philadelphia way
we're gonna drop in
on all the music they play
on the Bandstand (Bandstand)
Bandstand
Bandstand
Bandstand
Bandstand The Bandstand The Bandstand
(What d'ya know--Here on the show--ready to go--what a pro)
Hey I'm makin' my mark
Gee, this joint is jumpin'
they made such a fuss just to see us arrive
Hey, it's Mr. Dick Clark
what a place you've got here
swell spot the music's hot here
best in the east, give it at least a seventy five!
Now for all you Joe's here goes my American handstand
Because I'm on, because I'm on the American Bandstand
As we dance real slow I'm showin' the guys in the grandstand
that I like my girl, but I love American Bnadstand
The singers' croonin'
he ain't the greatest but gee
my baby's swoonin'
in front of all of TV
so if you tune in
you'll see my baby and me
on the Bandstand (Bandstand)
and now we're hoppin'
and we'll be hoppin' all day
when things are poppin'
the philadelphia way
and you can drop in
on all the music they play
on the Bandstand
Bandstand
And we'll rock and roll and stroll on American
Lindy hop and slop, it's American
tune in, I'm on,
turn on, I'm in, I'm on
Today (Bandstand)

Ladybug
Composer(s): James Stein
Performer(s): Captain & Tenille; Anne Murray



Don't disturb the ladybug 
Sleepin' by the spider's web 
And if you see a butterfly 
Don't try to catch it in your net 
It's taken such a long long time 
To make this very special place 
Open up your soul and mind 
To all it has to say

Be still 
Take it in awhile 
Feel the sunshine 
Warm upon your face 
You'll feel 
When it makes you smile 
Like you're welcome 
To the human race

Everybody sees a part 
Of what this life can really be 
No one sees like you can see 
When you let your mind be free 
The wind is blowing through the trees 
A song that everyone can learn 
God is playing hide and seek 
Everywhere you turn

Be still 
Take it in awhile 
Feel the sunshine 
Warm upon your face 
You'll feel 
When it makes you smile 
Like you're welcome 
To the human race

Donna Maria
Performer(s): Bobby Prins



Donna Maria, Donna Maria
Ik weet dat je wacht
nog iedere nacht in Santa Lucia
Donna Maria, Donna Maria
Maar wacht toch niet meer
want ik kom niet meer naar Santa Lucia

Huil toch niet, om wat jij nu hebt verloren
Huil toch niet, omdat ik ben weggegaan
Er kwam een ander, dus ik verander nu mijn leven
Nee huil toch niet, wees blij dat ik ben weggegaan

Donna Maria, Donna Maria
Ik weet dat je wacht
nog iedere nacht in Santa Lucia
Donna Maria, Donna Maria
Maar wacht toch niet meer
want ik kom niet meer naar Santa Lucia

Huil toch niet, denk eens na je zult begrijpen
In m'n hart was voor jou nog slechts venijn
Was ik gebleven, ik zou je ongelukkig maken
Nee huil toch niet, zo zal het heus veel beter gaan

Donna Maria, Donna Maria
Ik weet dat je wacht
nog iedere nacht in Santa Lucia
Donna Maria, Donna Maria
Maar wacht toch niet meer
want ik kom niet meer naar Santa Lucia

Donna Maria, Donna Maria
Maar wacht toch niet meer, want ik kom niet meer naar Santa Lucia

Lady Writer
Composer(s): Mark Knopfler
Performer(s): Dire Straits; The Tribute Band



Lady writer on the TV
Talk about the Virgin Mary
Reminded me of you
Expectation left a come on too

Lady writer on the TV
She had another quality
The way you used to look
And I know you never read a book

Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
And I recall my fall from grace
Another time another place

Lady writer on the TV
She had all her brains and the beauty
The pictures does not fit
You'd talk to me when you felt like this

Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
And I recall my fall from grace
Another time another place

Your rich old man
You know he'd a call her a dead wringer
You got the same command
Plus your mother was a mess in life

Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
And I recall my fall from grace
Another time another place

Lady writer on the TV
She knew all about history
You couldn't hardly write your name
I think I want it just the same

Lady writer on the TV
Talking about the Virgin Mary
You know I'm talking about you and me
Lady writer on the TV

J'entends Siffler Le Train
Composer(s): Jacques Plante; Hedy West
Performer(s): Anthony Richard; Franco Battiato



J'ai pensé qu'il valait mieux
Nous quitter sans un adieu
Je n'aurais pas eu le coeur de te revoir...
Mais j'entends siffler le train
Mais j'entends siffler le train
Que c'est triste un train qui siffle dans le soir...

Je pouvais t'imaginer, toute seule, abandonnée
Sur le quai, dans la cohue des "au revoir"
Et j'entends siffler le train
Et j'entends siffler le train
Que c'est triste un train qui siffle dans le soir...

J'ai failli courir vers toi, j'ai failli crier vers toi
C'est à peine si j'ai pu me retenir!
Que c'est loin où tu t'en vas 
Que c'est loin où tu t'en vas
Auras-tu jamais le temps de revenir?

J'ai pensé qu'il valait mieux
Nous quitter sans un adieu
Mais je sens que maintenant tout est fini!
Et j'entends siffler ce train
Et j'entends siffler ce train
J'entendrai siffler ce train toute ma vie...

Lady With The Spinning Head
Composer(s): Adam Clayton - Bono - Larry Mullen Jr. - The Edge
Performer(s): U2



Here she comes
Lady luck again
Figure of eight
Six and nine again

My lady with the spinning head

Whatever the deal
She won't let me down
Wherever I go
She's always hanging 'round

My lady with the spinning head
La la la la la la la la la la la
Lady with the spinning head
La la la la la la la la la la la
Lady with the spinning head

She's been gone
But I knew she'd be back
She's got the rent
She put me in the black

The lady with the spinning head

Took my mind
Took away my car
Do you dare to ask
What I'm talking about

I'm on top
When she's around
She's my ticket
Out of town

La la la la la la la la la la la
Lady with the spinning head
La la la la la la la la la la la
Lady with the spinning head

El Bandolero Stanco
Composer(s): Roberto Vecchioni
Performer(s): Roberto Vecchioni



Sarà forse il vento che non l'accarezza più
sarà il suo cappello che da un po' non gli sta su
sarà quella ruga di ridente nostalgia
o la confusione tra la vita e la poesia
non assalta treni perché non ne passan mai
non rapina banche, perché i soldi sono i suoi
vive di tramonti e di calcolati oblii
e di commoventi, ripetuti lunghi addii
struggenti addii...

El bandolero stanco
col cuore infranto stanotte va
va, su un cavallo bianco
col suo tormento lontano va
dov'è silenzio
dov'è silenzio, dove...
dov'è silenzio, dov'è silenzio
dov'è silenzio, dove...

Ha una collezione insuperabile di taglie
molte, tutte vuote già da tempo, le bottiglie
dorme sul cavallo che non lo sopporta più
e si è fatto un mazzo per la pampa su e giù
Ogni notte passa
e getta un fiore a qualche porta
rosso come il sangue
del suo cuore di una volta
poi galoppa via fino all'inganno dell'aurora
dove qualche gaucho
giura di sentirlo ancora
cantare ancora...

Ah bandolero stanco
stanotte ho pianto
pensando a te
c'è un po' della mia vita
nella tua vita che se ne va
dov'è silenzio
dov'è silenzio, dove...
dov'è silenzio
dov'è silenzio, dove...

Se chiudo gli occhi, dentro gli occhi
sei di nuovo quello vero
quando sorridevo, quando ti credevo
ascoltami, guardami, sta' fermo
è ancora vivo questo amore
tutto questo amore, tutto il nostro amore
e tu lontano non ci vai
a morire come una puttana
prima del mio cuore
al posto del mio cuore
non mi lasciare solo in questa
notte che non vedo il cielo
torna bandolero! torna bandolero!
torna bandolero!
Dov'è silenzio
dov'è silenzio, dove...
dov'è silenzio
dov'è silenzio, dove...

Lady With The Lamp
Composer(s): Jerry Garcia
Performer(s): Country Joe McDonald



I don't mind, please don't misunderstand 
I know the score of war
A soldier's life is give and give
And then they ask for more
Walking on the picket line
Where my comrades fell
Holding up the thin-red-line
In the shot and shell

The lady with the lamp
You know she understands
The lady with the lamp
She's the soldiers' friend

I don't mind the blistering heat
I think I can endure
It's freezing cold and I can't feel my feet 
Well, that's the hell of war
I never thought about the big red wound
When I saw my comrades fall
Now I'm in this cold and lonely room
Wondering if I'll live at all 

The lady with the lamp
You know she understands
The lady with the lamp
She's the soldiers' friend

First they use us
And then they throw us away
Only Miss Nightingale 
Knows the price that we pay
The lady with the lamp

Excuse me please, a cup of tea
I've such a terrible thirst
Would you please come and sit with me
I feel it's come to the worst
Write my mother that I love her so
I can't seem to hold the pen
Take this keep-sake and send it home
To those I'll never see again

The lady with the lamp 
You know she understands
The lady with the lamp 
She's the soldiers' friend 

She will hold his hand 
Stay with him to the end 
You know she understands
She's the soldier's friend

Werkeloos
Composer(s): Pierre Kartner
Performer(s): Jacques Herb



Morgen zouden zij gaan trouwen
Samen naar het altaar gaan
Morgen zou het jawoord klinken
Klokken zouden voor hen slaan
Maar 't geluk kon niet lang duren
Op z'n werk kreeg hij ontslag
Zo heeft hij zijn bruid verloren
Omdat hij niet werken mag

Werkeloos, kan toch geen schande zijn
Maar brengt veel leed en pijn
Voor hen die trouwen gaan
Werkeloos, maakt hem een eenzaam man
Omdat hij voor dagelijks brood
Niet werken kan

Zij nam toen voor hem een ander
Hij werd een gebroken mens
Omdat hij voor geld wil werken
Dat is nog z'n laatste wens
Hij is toen uit nood gaan stelen
Voor z'n bruid waar hij van houdt
Jaren moet hij daar voor boeten
Voor die ene kleine fout

Werkeloos, kan toch geen schande zijn
Maar brengt veel leed en pijn
Voor hen die trouwen gaan
Werkeloos, maakt hem een eenzaam man
Omdat hij voor dagelijks brood
Niet werken kan

Lady Willpower
Composer(s): Jerry Fuller
Performer(s): Gary Puckett & The Union Gap



Lady Willpower, it's now or never
Give your love to me and I'll shower
Your heart with tenderness endlessly
I know you want to see me but you're afraid
Of what I might have on my mind
One thing you can be sure of
I'll take good care of your love
If you will let me give you mine
Lady Willpower, it's now or never
Give your love to me and I'll shower
Your heart with tenderness endlessly
Did no one ever tell you the facts of life?
Well there's so much you have to learn
And I would gladly teach you if I could only reach you
And get your lovin' in return
Lady Willpower, it's now or never
Give your love to me and I'll shower
Your heart with tenderness endlessly
Lady Willpower, it's now or never
Give your love to me and I'll shower..... 

Bandidos Rurales
Composer(s): León Gieco - H. Chumbita - Luis Gurevich
Performer(s): León Gieco



Nacido en Santa Fe en 1894
cerca de Cañada, de inmigrantes italianos
Juan Bautista lo llamaron, de apellido Vairoletto
bailarin sagaz, desafiante y mujeriego

Winchester en el recado, dos armas cortas tambien
un cuchillo atras y un caballo alazan
raya al medio con pañuelo, tatuaje en la piel
quedo fuera de la ley, quedo fuera de la ley

Se enamoro de la mujer que pretendia un policia
lo golpeo, lo puso preso un tal Farache Elias
andate de Castex le dijo, aqui tenemos leyes
corria el año 1919
antes de irse, fue al boliche a verlo al fulano
con un 450 belga, revolver en mano
le agujereo el cuello y lo dejo tirado ahi
ahora si fuera de la ley, ahora si fuera de la ley

Bandidos rurales, dificil de atraparles
jinetes rebeldes por vientos salvajes
bandidos populares dificil de atraparles
igual que alambrar estrellas en tierra de nadie

Lady Whiskey
Composer(s): Andy Powell - Martin Turner - Steve Upton - Ted Turner
Performer(s): Wishbone Ash



Lady whiskey, such a sad sight, stumblin' as she walks
She even hates herself sometimes
Keep her clear, for it's Saturday night

Drowns her sorrow, eases her pain
Waits for tomorrow, when she'll do the same again

Lady whiskey's got a man, her man is just like her 
Tries to fit the key in the door
When he comes home Saturday night

Drowns his sorrow, eases his pain
Waits for tomorrow, when he'll do the same again

Lady whiskey's got a son, got a daughter, too
Son don't play, but the daughter's on the way
When she comes home Saturday night

Lady whiskey, she gets sick when she goes downtown
One day drink's gonna put her down 
She won't come home Saturday night

Bandala
Composer(s): Wes Farrell - Eddie Singleton
Performer(s): The Partridge Family



My baby! (Banda-lay-la, my love)
I need ya! (Banda-lay-la, my love)
Oh, oh, I want ya! (Banda-lay-la, my love)
Hold on! I'm comin' for ya
(Banda-lay-la) Hold on! Be there to getcha!

I rise with the sun and start my existence
with dreams of the day when we'll move away
Far from the hard times poor town's been givin'
and move on uptown to a better way of livin'

She's not a beauty and she don't wear fine clothes
Her heart and soul is all I'm livin' for
Hold on! (Banda-lay-la) Oh, oh, you know I need ya!
(Banda-lay-la, my love) I want ya!
(Banda-lay-la) Hold on, I'm comin' for ya!
(Banda-lay-la) Hold on! Be there to getcha!

I'll be the fella to save his Cinderella
by turnin' her dream world into real life
One day soon, I'm gonna carry Bandala away and make her my wife

We're gonna make it, baby! (Banda-lay-la, my love)
Be there to getcha! (Banda-lay-la) Hold on! I'm comin' for ya!
(Banda-lay-la, my love) You know I want ya!
(Banda-lay-la) Oh! You know I need ya!
(Banda-lay-la, my love) You know I want ya!
(Banda-lay-la) Hey! My baby!
(Banda-lay-la, my love) You know I want ya!
(Banda-lay-la, my love) We're gonna make it, baby!

Lady Sunshine Und Mister Moon
Performer(s): Conny Froboess



Lady Sunshine und Mister Moon
können gar nichts dagegen tun
daß sie am Himmel sich niemals trafen
denn wenn er aufsteht, dann geht sie schlafen

Lady Sunshine und Mister Moon
können gar nichts dagegen tun
wenn sie auch träumen von einem Märchen
ein Pärchen werden sie nie

Da sind wir beide besser dran, viel besser dran
weil mich dein Mund so oft ich will am Tage küssen kann
Hier unten ist das Leben schön für dich und mich
dein Mund sagt mir so oft ich will: 'Mein Schatz, ich liebe dich!'

Doch Lady, Lady Sunshine und Mister Moon
können gar nichts dagegen tun
wenn sie auch träumen von einem Märchen
ein Pärchen werden sie nie

Lady Sunshine und Mister Moon
würden gern was dagegen tun
dass sie so einsam dort oben wandern
dass sie noch träumen, verliebt vom Andern

Lady Sunshine und Mister Moon
können gar nichts dagegen tun
wenn sie auch träumen von einem Märchen
ein Pärchen werden sie nie
Nie! Nie!

Band On The Run
Composer(s): Paul McCartney - Linda McCartney
First release by: Paul McCartney & Wings - 1973
Covered by multiple other artists



Stuck inside these four walls
Sent inside for ever
Never seeing no one, nice again
Like you, mama
You, mama... you...
If I ever get out of here
Thought of giving it all away
To a registered charity
All I need is a pint a day
If I ever get out of here
(If I ever get out of here)
Well the rain exploded with a mighty crash
As we fell into the sun
And the first one said to the second one there
I hope you're having fun
Band on the run; band on the run
And the jailer man, and sailor Sam
Were searching everyone
For the Band on the run...
Well, the undertaker drew a heavy sigh
Seeing no one else had come
And the bell was ringing in the village square
For the rabbits on the run
Band on the run...
Well the night was failing
As the desert world began to settle down
In the town they're searching for us everywhere
But the never will be found
Band on the run; band on the run
And the country judge, who held a grudge
Will search for ever more

Lady Starlight
Composer(s): Andy Scott
Performer(s): Sweet



Looking for starlight
The lady made it alright
She was the lady
And I knew right from the start
Sweet lady starlight
Come on and make it tonight
You turn it on so easy
And the lady is my lady starlight

Sing the song that should be sung
And your love can be the voice
The tears in my eyes
I'm crying tears of joy
When you say I'm your boy

Time - slips right on away
But why should care
What people say
I will watch over lady starlight
Looking for starlight

Looking for starlight
The lady made it alright
She was the lady
And I knew right from the start
Sweet lady starlight
Come on and make it tonight
You turn it on so easy
And the lady is my lady starlight

Dance she dances the valley
And Rudi is the king
I laugh when she's happy
The powers in my hands
And I must be a man

Band Of Gold
Composer(s): Ronald Dunbar - Lamont Dozier - Brian Holland - Eddie Holland
First release by: Freda Payne - 1970
Covered by multiple other artists



Now that you've gone
All that's left is a band of gold
All that's left of the dreams I hold
Band of gold
And the memories of what love could be
If you were still here with me

You took me from the shelter of my mother
I have never known or loved another
We kissed after taking vows
That nigh on our honeymoon
We stayed in separate rooms

I wait in the darkness of my lonely room
Filled with sadness, filled with gloom
Hoping soon
That you'll walk back through that door
And love me like you tried before

Now that you've gone
All that's left is a band of gold
All that's left of the dreams I hold
Band of gold
And the memories of what love could be
If you were still here with me

Don't you know that I wait
In the darkness of my lonely room
Filled with sadness, filled with gloom
Hoping soon
That you'll walk back through that door
And love me like you tried before

Since you've been gone
All that's left is a band of gold
All that's left of the dreams I hold
Band of gold
And the memories of what love could be
If you were still here with me

I wait in the darkness of my lonely room
Filled with sadness, filled with gloom
Hoping soon
That you'll walk back through that door
And love me like you tried before

Lady Sings The Blues
Composer(s): Billie Holiday - Herbie Nichols
First recording/First release by: Billie Holiday - 1956



Lady sings the blues
She got them bad
She feels so sad

Wants the world to know
Just what the blues is all about

The blues ain't nothing 
But a pain in your heart
When you got a bad start
You and your man have to part

Lady sings the blues...

Bancarrota Blues
Composer(s): Chico Buarque - Edú Lobo
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
and multiple other artists



Uma fazenda
Com casarão
Imensa varanda
Dá gerimum
Dá muito mamão
Pé de jacarandá
Eu posso vender
Quanto você dá

Algum mosquito
Chapéu de sol
Bastante água fresca
Tem isca pra anzol
Mas nem tem que pescar
Eu posso vender
Quanto quer pagar?

O que eu tenho
Eu devo a Deus
Meu chão, meu céu, meu mar
Os olhos do meu bem
E os filhos meus
Se alguém pensa que vai levar
Eu posso vender
Quanto vai pagar?

Os diamantes rolam no chão
O ouro é poeira
Muita mulher pra passar sabão
Papoula pra cheirar
Eu posso vender
Quanto vai pagar?

Negros quimbundos
Pra variar
Diversos açoites
Doces lundus
Pra nhonhô sonhar
À sombra dos oitis
Eu posso vender
Que é que você diz?

Sou feliz
E devo a Deus
Meu éden tropical
Orgulho dos meus pais
E dos filhos meus
Ninguém me tira nem por mal
Mas posso vender
Deixe algum sinal