Beatriz
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
and multiple other artists



Olha
Será que ela é moça
Será que ela é triste
Será que é o contrário
Será que é pintura
O rosto da atriz
Se ela dança no sétimo céu
Se ela acredita que é outro país
E se ela só decora o seu papel
E se eu pudesse entrar na sua vida

Olha 
Será que é de louça
Será que é de éter
Será que é loucura
Será que é cenário
A casa da atriz
Se ela mora num arranha-céu
E se as paredes são feitas de giz
E se ela chora num quarto de hotel
E se eu pudesse entrar na sua vida

Sim, me leva para sempre, Beatriz
Me ensina a não andar com os pés no chão
Para sempre é sempre por um triz
Ai, diz quantos desastres tem na minha mão
Diz se é perigoso a gente ser feliz

Olha 
Será que é uma estrela
Será que é mentira
Será que é comédia 
Será que é divina
A vida da atriz
Se ela um dia despencar do céu
E se os pagantes exigirem bis
E se um arcanjo passar o chapéu
E se eu pudesse entrar na sua vida

Language Of Love
Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg
Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg



She says no 
When she means yes
And what she wants, you know that I can't guess
When we want more, you know we ask for less
Such is the language of love....

I say leave 
When I mean stay
But she don't see and so she moves away
What we really want, you know we rarely say
Such is the language of love

It's tooth for tooth & eye for eye
We hide our hearts & then we won't say why
It's truth for truth & lie for lie
Such is the language of love

One cries foul
And will not speak
The other claims a little victory
And all the time
You know we fail to see
This is the language of love

When a love begins to wander
No one ever knows
But we feel it deep inside us 
Long before it shows
Long before it shows

We hem & haw
We balk & bluff
Our words don't ever seem to say enough
But a simple smile 
A tender touch 
Speaks the true language of love

Beat Surrender
Composer(s): Paul Weller
Performer(s): The Jam



Beat surrender 
Come on boy, come on girl
Succumb to the beat surrender
Come on boy, come on girl
Succumb to the beat surrender

All the things that I care about (are packed into one punch)
All the things that I'm not sure about (are sorted out at once)

And as it was in the beginning, so shall it be in the end
That bullshit is bullshit, it just goes by different names

Come on boy, come on girl
Succumb to the beat surrender
Come on boy, come on girl
Succumb to the beat surrender

All the things that I shout about (but never act upon)
All the courage and the dreams that I have (but seem to wait so long)
My doubt is cast aside, watch phonies run to hide
The dignified don't even enter in the game

Come on boy, come on girl
Succumb to the beat surrender
Come on boy, come on girl
Succumb to the beat surrender

And if you feel there's no passion
No quality sensation
Seize the young determination
Show the fakers you ain't fooling
You'll see me come running
To the sound of your strumming

Fill my heart with joy and gladness
I've lived too long in shadows of sadness

My doubt is cast aside, watch phonies run to hide
The dignified don't even enter in the game

Come on boy, come on girl
Succumb to the beat surrender

Längtan Till Italien
Composer(s): Birger Sjöberg
Performer(s): Bodil Heister



Jag längtar till Italien, till Italiens sköna land
där små citroner gula, de växa uppå strand
där näktergalar drilla
allt uti dalen stilla
och snäckorna så röda, de lysa uppå sand

Jag längtar till Italien, där palmerna de stå
så doftande och höga med gröna blader på
där gossen spelar luta
invid sin flickas ruta
när aftonstunden kommer med många stjärnor små

Jag drömmer om Italien vid skymning i vår bod
där kryddor sällsamt dofta bland lådor och bland lod
Jag ser i mina drömmer
de silvervita strömmar
med tusende gondoler uppå den klara flod

Jag tycker, att jag ser, hur i månens milda sken
jag vrickar fram gondolen på böljan, klar och ren
och hur i aktern sitter
beglänst att stjärnans glitter
en späd italienska med röst så ljus och len

Hon sjunger om Italien, om Italiens sköna land
där små citroner gula, de växa uppå strand
där näktergalar drilla
i dalen, mörk och stilla
när solen sjunker ner bak Vesuvius'es rand

Beat Me Daddy, Eight To The Bar
Composer(s): Don Raye - Hughie Prince - Eleanore Sheehy
Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters
and multiple other artists



In a little honky-tonky village in Texas
There's a guy who plays the best piano by far
He can play piano any way that you like it
But the way he likes to play is eight to the bar
When he plays, it's a ball
He's the daddy of them all

The people gather around when he gets on the stand
Then when he plays, he gets a hand
The rhythm he beats puts the cats in a trance
Nobody there bothers to dance
But when he plays with the bass and guitar
They holler out, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"

A-plink, a-plank, a-plink plank, plink plank
A-plunkin' on the keys
A-riff, a-raff, a-riff raff, riff raff
A-riffin' out with ease
And when he plays with the bass and guitar
They holler out, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"

He plays a boogie, he plays eight to the bar
A boogie-woogie, that is the way he likes to play on his piano
And we all know
That when he plays he puts them all in a trance
The cats all holler "Hooray"
You'll hear them say, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"

In a little honky-tonky village in Texas
There's a guy who plays the best piano by far
When he plays with the bass and guitar
They holler, "Beat me up Daddy, beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"

The people gather around when he gets up on the stand
Then when he plays, he gets a hand
The rhythm that he plays puts the cats in a trance
Nobody there ever bothers to dance
But when he plays with the bass and guitar
They holler out, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"

A-plink plink, a-plank plank, a-plink plank, plink plank
A-plunkin' on the keys
A-riff riff, a-raff raff, a-riff raff, riff raff
A-riffin' out with ease
But when he plays with the bass and guitar
They holler out, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"

L'ange Aux Yeux De Laser
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday



Regardez-moi reconnaissez-moi
Je suis l'ange aux yeux de laser
Lucifer Gabriel on ne sait pas
Je suis l'ange aux yeux de laser
Comme les dieux j'ai votre destin
Dans le creux de mes mains
Dans la terreur je fais mon chemin
Je suis le mercenaire des dieux
Écartez-vous fuyez cachez-vous
Je suis l'ange aux yeux de laser
Je suis le bien le mal l'ange fou
Je suis l'ange aux yeux de laser
J'ai à peine la terre sous les pieds
Que j'ai envie de tuer
Ceux qui pourraient en douter
Je suis le mercenaire des dieux

Les pyramides, les temples d'Angkor
Hiroshima, Sodome et Gomorrhe

Du pire au meilleur moi j'étais là
J'étais là

Vous habitez la planète bleue
La plus aimée des dieux
Et avec vous je suis heureux
Je suis le mercenaire des dieux

Regardez-moi reconnaissez-moi
Je suis l'ange aux yeux de laser
Lucifer Gabriel on ne sait pas
Je suis l'ange aux yeux de laser
Comme les dieux j'ai votre destin
Dans le creux de mes mains
Dans la terreur je fais mon chemin
Je suis le mercenaire des dieux

Beat It On Down The Line
Composer(s): Jesse Fuller
First release by: Jesse Fuller - 1961
Covered by multiple other artists



Well this job I've got is just a little too hard
Running out of money, Lord, I need more pay
Gonna wake up in the morning Lord, gonna pack my bags
I'm gonna beat it on down the line

I'm goin' down the line, goin' down the line
Goin' down the line, goin' down the line
Goin' down the line, goin' down the line
Beat it on down the line

Yes I'll be waiting at the station Lord, when that train pulls on by
I'm going back where I belong
I'm going back to that same old used-to-be
Down in Joe Brown's coal mine

Coal mine, coal mine, coal mine, coal mine
Coal mine, coal mine, coal mine, coal mine
Coal mine, coal mine, coal mine, coal mine
Down in Joe Brown's coal mine

Yeah, I'm goin' back to that shack way across that railroad track
Uh huh, that's where I think I belong
And that's where I'm gonna make my happy home

Happy home, happy home, happy home, happy home
Happy home, happy home, happy home, happy home
Happy home, happy home, happy home, happy home
That's where I'm gonna make my happy home

L'âne
Composer(s): Guy Thomas 
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat



Il est au milieu d'la route
Le stupide aliboron
Il est là qui nous écoute
Avec sa têt' de cochon
Il pouss'ra pas sa barbaque
Il est guère accommodant
Ah vraiment la tête à claques
Ah l'âne de Buridan

Il obstrue la voie publique
Avec son vieux char-à-bancs
Il comprend pas nos mimiques
Nos solides arguments
Il a rien dans la caboche
Le baudet récalcitrant
Il mérit'rait des taloches
Il est pas intelligent

Il aurait pu l'imbécile
Provoquer des accidents
Froisser nos automobiles
Déranger les occupants
Allons viens vite hue cocotte
Par ici t'auras du son
Il comprend pas la carotte
Il comprend pas le bâton

Surtout faut pas qu'on y touche
Il a des plaies sur la peau
Avec du sang pour les mouches
Du pus pour les asticots
Il manqu'rait plus qu'il s'affale
Ce serait pas rigolo
Le stupide onocéphale
Ah le maudit bourricot

Beat It ((aka Eat It ("Weird Al" Yankovic) - 1984))
Composer(s): Michael Jackson
First release by: Michael Jackson - 1982
Covered by multiple other artists



They told him don't you ever come around here
Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear
The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear
So beat it, just beat it

You better run, you better do what you can
Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man
You wanna be tough, better do what you can
So beat it, but you wanna be bad

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it

They're out to get you, better leave while you can
Don't wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man
You wanna stay alive, better do what you can
So beat it, just beat it

You have to show them that you're really not scared
You're playin' with your life, this ain't no truth or dare
They'll kick you, then they beat you,
Then they'll tell you it's fair
So beat it, but you wanna be bad

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it

Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or who's right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it

Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or who's right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Just beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it

L'âne
Composer(s): Guy Béart
Performer(s): Guy Béart



Sur tes pattes, je dévale
les sentiers dès le matin
Bougre d'âne, je suis âne
nous ne formons qu'un
car je trime dès l'aurore
et te fais trimer encore
au lieu de me prélasser
à l'ombre d'un figuier
Bougre qui m'tiens compagnie
dans les sentiers de la vie
je m'demande ...
si je vais à quatre pattes
et toi sur mes sabots, mon âne
Bougre, bougre de veinard?
La la la ...

Quand tu bouges les oreilles
l'abeille qui te surveille
s'envole de toi
et vient se poser sur mon nez
J'vois bien qu'elle m'prend pour ton frère
C'est pas ça qui m'désespère
mais de ne pas avoir les oreilles
longues comme toi
Bougre qui m'tiens compagnie
sous le soleil de midi
je m'demande ...
si l'abeille t'aime ou bien
si elle m'préfère à toi, mon âne
Bougre, bougre de veinard!
La la la ...

Quand tu chantes, quand tu clames
l'amour, la fin de ton âme
la montagne entière chante aussi hi han hi han
Ta voix n'est pas délectable
mais nous mangeons à la même table
et nos ventres creux résonnent de la même façon
Bougre qui m'tiens compagnie
sous les étoiles de la nuit
je m'demande ...
si la course au paradis
sera gagnée par toi ou moi
ou nous à la fois, mon âne
Bougre, bougre de veinard!
La la la ...

Beat Girl
Composer(s): John Barry
First performance/First release by: John Barry - 1959/1961
Covered by multiple other artists



She's nearly always here
Digs all the modern gear
Cool like a lager beer
Beat Girl
Tries anything for kicks
Lose her with the swinging hips
Makes with the pretty lips
Beat Girl
"That's the Beat girl feeding the coins into the jukebox
Long black stockings and no make-up
Big, big wheel setting up the coffee pot she makes
like she's not overly concerned about this extravagant attention
Keeps giving me the look like I'm supposed to rate this chick high or something"
Clouds on the chicken run
Goes but it ain't no fun
Not 'less you doin' a ton
Beat Girl
Drives in an old sedan
Tries all the way she can
Jives like the crazy man
Beat Girl

Landslide
Composer(s): Stevie Nicks
First release by: Fleetwood Mac - 1975
Covered by multiple other artists



I took my love, I took it down
Climbed a mountain and I turned around
I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
'Till the landslide brought me down

Oh, mirror in the sky
What is love
Can the child within my heart rise above
Can I sail through the changing ocean tides
Can I handle the seasons of my life

Well, I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I've built my life around you
But time makes you get bolder
Even children get older
And I'm getting older too

Oh, take my love, take it down
Climb a mountain and turn around
If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well the landslide will bring it down

If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well the landslide will bring it down

Beat Crazy
Composer(s): Joe Jackson
Performer(s): Joe Jackson



Kids today - they're all the same
All call themselves - some crazy name
All those drugs - they can't be sane
All that noise - affects their brains
And it's such a crime
How they waste their time
They can't get nowwhere
They've all gone Beat Crazy
Beat Crazy
They say the world - is in a mess
But they can talk - the way they dress
Can't get no jobs - can't get no careers
With safety pins - stuck through their ears
And it's such a crime
How they waste their time
They can't get nowwhere
They've all gone Beat Crazy
Beat Crazy
And if the Russians ever come
They'll all be beating bongo drums
So who'll defend - in World War III
Where could we turn - where would they be
And it's such a crime
How they waste their time
They can't get nowwhere
They've all gone Beat Crazy
Beat Crazy

Landscape
Composer(s): Shawn Phillips
Performer(s): Shawn Phillips



Level upon level of wash and stone
Cab drivers yelling that each one, each one's alone
A forced-up smile when casting your eyes
Insanity reigns on streets of no size
High crumbling walls of stones that have seen
The rigors of war and have never been cleaned
A modern pay turnpike in midst of it all
While an old woman works in a garden with trowel
Trees are just blooming, I've come just in time
Purple spring flowers in rebirth pantomime
A miniature red castle in black craggy pass
Jig-saw puzzle houses the resultants of mass
The top of a mountain cut off by the mist
And a white serene temple in space does exist
The lemon trees, oranges, and cactus alike
The growth of a vineyard with grapes not yet ripe
A truck is forced off as big as a house
While dawdling along like a little green mouse
A long sweeping view expounds my belief
And clear restless water with an absence of reef
Evolutions and cycles we come face to face
While foliage drifts in green filmy lace
Now rough and then coarse soon velvet to touch
Octagonal mosaic on a church that is such
And columns of clouds go boiling across
The mountains that stop them and suffer no loss
Head reeling cliffs that fall down to sea
While people are sleeping they hang peacefully
But the trucks rolling blindly are waking them up
To talk quietly murmuring over the morning's first cup
Arches and steps are seen everywhere
Manmade and Godmade and one made of air
The essence of time is virtually gone
Day goes and night comes, I breathe up my lawn
Buona sera, buona sera is a faithful reply
From any stranger you pass who catches your eye
And pinpoints of brilliance, some moving, some still
Are caught in the glass of my window sill
The pinpoints I mentioned I don't speak of stars
But then, think again, it's funny they are
Stars made by man who himself is a star
If only he'd realize the powers that are
And all he's got to do is lay down and play dead
And now looky here Vesuvius looms overhead

Beat City
Performer(s): The Flowerpot Men



Beat city now now
Beat beat
Beat city now now
Woo-oo-oo
Beat city now now
Beat beat
Beat beat
Beat city
I watch you tumble down

Roll into America
Roll your hands in policies
I love it when you smile
I love it when you
Sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing

Roll and show hold out your hand?
Put some dollars down, you're wild
When it takes you by surprise
I'll be there to watch you
Run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run

Beat city
Beat beat
Beat city now now
Woo-oo-oo
Beat city now now
Beat beat
Beat beat
Beat city
I watch you tumble down

Roll and show a classy man
Close your eyes put by his arm
To the memory I behold
Where you go
Oh I don't know
Don't fear nothing
It's so real
I really hurt, the hurt that I feel
I take you down to the heart of the fire

Beat city
Beat beat
Beat city now now
Woo-oo-oo
Beat city now now
Beat beat
Beat beat
Beat city
I watch you tumble down

Beat city
Beat beat
Beat city now now
Woo-oo-oo
Beat city now now
Beat beat
Beat city
I watch you tumble down

L'andropause
Performer(s): Georges Brassens



Aux quatre coins de France, émanant je suppose
De maris rancuniers par la haine conduits
Le bruit court que j'atteins l'heure de l'andropause
Qu'il ne faut plus compter sur moi dans le déduit

O n'insultez jamais une verge qui tombe!
Ce n'est pas leur principe, ils crient sur tous les tons
Que l'une de mes deux est déjà dans la tombe
Et que l'autre à son tour file un mauvais coton

Tous ces empanachés bêtement se figurent
Qu'un membr' de ma famille est à jamais perclus
Que le fameux cochon, le pourceau d'Epicure
Qui sommeillait en moi ne s'éveillera plus

Ils me croient interdit de séjour à Cythère
Et, par les nuits sans lune avec jubilation
Ils gravent sur mon mur en style lapidaire
"Ici loge un vieux bouc qui n'a plus d'érections"!

Ils sont prématurés, tous ces cris de victoire
O vous qui me plantez la corne dans le dos
Sachez que vous avez vendu les génitoires
Révérence parler, de l'ours un peu trop tôt

Je n'ai pas pour autant besoin de mandragore
Et vos femmes, messieurs, qu' ces jours-ci j'ai reçues
Que pas plus, tard qu'hier je contentais encore
Si j' n'ai plus d'érections, s'en fussent aperçues

À l'hôpital Saint-Louis, l'autre jour, ma parole
Le carabin m'a dit : "On ne peut s'y tromper
En un mot comme en cent, monsieur, c'est la vérole"
Si j' n'ai plus d'érections, comment l'ai-je attrapée?

Mon plus proche voisin n'aim' que sa légitime
Laquelle, épous' modèle, n'a que moi pour amant
Or tous deux d' la vérole, ils sont tombés victimes
Si j' n'ai plus d'érections, expliquez-moi comment?

Mes copains, mon bassiste et tous ceux de la troupe
En souffrirent bientôt, nul n'en fut préservé
Or je fus le premier à l'avoir dans le groupe
Si j' n'ai plus d'érections, comment est-ce arrivé?

Minotaures méchants, croyez-vous donc qu'à braire
Que mon train de plaisir arrive au terminus
Vous me cassiez mes coups? Au contraire, au contraire
Je n'ai jamais autant sacrifié à Vénus!

Tenant à s'assurer si ces bruits qu'on colporte
Ces potins alarmants sont ou sont pas fondés
Ces dames nuit et jour font la queue à ma porte
Poussées par le démon de la curiosité

Et jamais, non jamais, soit dit sans arrogance
Mon commerce charnel ne fut plus florissant
Et vous, pauvres de vous, par voie de conséquence
Vous ne fûtes jamais plus cocus qu'à présent

Certes, elle sonnera cette heure fatidique
Où perdant toutes mes facultés génétiques
Je serai sans émoi
Où le septième ciel - ma plus chère ballade
Ma plus douce grimpette et plus tendre escalade 
Sera trop haut pour moi

Il n'y aura pas de pleurs dans les gentilhommières
Ni de grincements de fesses dans les chaumières
Faut pas que je me leurre
Peu de chances qu'on voie mes belles odalisques
Déposer en grand deuil au pied de l'obélisque
Quelques gerbes de fleurs

Tout au plus gentiment diront-elles: "Peuchère
Le vieux Priape est mort", et, la cuisse légère
Le regard alangui
Elles s'en iront vous rouler dans la farine
De safran, tempérer leur fureur utérine
Avec n'importe qui

Beast Of Burden
Composer(s): Mick Jagger - Keith Richards
First recording/First release by: The Rolling Stones - 1977/1978
Covered by multiple other artists



I'll never be your beast of burden 
My back is broad but it's a hurting 
All I want is for you to make love to me 
I'll never be your beast of burden 
I've walked for miles my feet are hurting 
All I want is for you to make love to me 

Am I hard enough 
Am I rough enough 
Am I rich enough 
I'm not too blind to see 

I'll never be your beast of burden 
So let's go home and draw the curtains 
Music on the radio 
Come on baby make sweet love to me 

Am I hard enough 
Am I rough enough 
Am I rich enough 
I'm not too blind to see 

Oh little sister 
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, girl 
You're a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty girl 
Pretty, pretty 
Such a pretty, pretty, pretty girl 
Come on baby please, please, please 

I'll tell ya 
You can put me out 
On the street 
Put me out 
With no shoes on my feet 
But, put me out, put me out 
Put me out of misery 

Yeah, all your sickness 
I can suck it up 
Throw it all at me 
I can shrug it off 
There's one thing baby 
That I don't understand 
You keep on telling me 
I ain't your kind of man 

Ain't I rough enough, ooh baby 
Ain't I tough enough 
Ain't I rich enough, in love enough 
Ooh! Ooh! Please 

I'll never be your beast of burden 
I'll never be your beast of burden 
Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be 

I don't need no beast of burden 
I need no fussing 
I need no nursing 
Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be

Land Of Hope And Dreams
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen



Grab your ticket and your suitcase
Thunder's rolling down the tracks
You don't know where you're goin'
But you know you won't be back
Darlin' if you're weary
Lay your head upon my chest
We'll take what we can carry
And we'll leave the rest

Big Wheels rolling through fields
Where sunlight streams
Meet me in a land of hope and dreams

I will provide for you
And I'll stand by your side
You'll need a good companion for
This part of the ride
Leave behind your sorrows
Let this day be the last
Tomorrow there'll be sunshine
And all this darkness past

Big wheels roll through fields
Where sunlight streams
Meet me in a land of hope and dreams

This train
Carries saints and sinners
This train
Carries losers and winners
This Train
Carries whores and gamblers
This Train
Carries lost souls
This Train
Dreams will not be thwarted
This Train
Faith will be rewarded
This Train
Hear the steel wheels singin'
This Train
Bells of freedom ringin'
This Train
Carries broken-hearted
This Train
Thieves and sweet souls departed
This Train
Carries fools and kings
This Train
All aboard

This Train
Dreams will not be thwarted
This Train
Faith will be rewarded
This Train
Hear the steel wheels singin'
This Train
Bells of freedom ringin'

Bears
Composer(s): Steven Fromholz
First release by: Steven Fromholz - 1976
Covered by multiple other artists



Some folks say there ain't no bears in Arkansas
Some folks never seen a bear at all
Some folks say that bears go around eating babies raw
Some folks got a bear across the hall

Some folks say that bears go around smelling bad
Others say that a bear is honey sweet
Some folks say this bear's the best I ever had
Some folks got a bear beneath their feet

Some folks drive the bears out of the wilderness
Some to see a bear would pay a fee
Me I just bear up to bewildered best
And some folks even see the bear in me

So meet a bear and take him out to lunch with you
And even though your friends may stop and stare
Just remember that's a bear there in the bunch with you
And they just don't come no better than a bear

Land Of Confusion
Composer(s): Phil Collins - Tony Banks - Mike Rutherford
First release by: Genesis - 1986
Covered by multiple other artists



I must've dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
But I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street

Now did you read the news today
They say the danger's gone away
But I can see the fire's still alight
There burning into the night

There's too many men
Too many people
Making too many problems
And not much love to go round
Can't you see
This is a land of confusion

This is the world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth living in

Ooh Superman where are you now
When everything's gone wrong somehow
The men of steel, the men of power
Are losing control by the hour

This is the time
This is the place
So we look for the future
But there's not much love to go round
Tell me why, this is a land of confusion

This is the world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth living in

I remember long ago 
Ooh when the sun was shining
Yes and the stars were bright
All through the night
And the sound of your laughter
As I held you tight
So long ago 

I won't be coming home tonight
My generation will put it right
We're not just making promises
That we know, we'll never keep

Too many men
There's too many people
Making too many problems
And not much love to go round
Can't you see
This is a land of confusion

Now this is the world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth fighting for

This is the world we live in
And these are the names we're given
Stand up and let's start showing
Just where our lives are going to