Lady
Composer(s): Larry Kusik - Charles Singleton - Bert Kaempfert - Herbert Rehbein
Performer(s): Jack Jones



Lady, you're in love today but what about your broken heart tomorrow?
Why waste all your loveliness on someone if he really doesn't care?
Let me take you in my arms and let me love you tenderly, and you'll see
All the joys of life you never found before you'll find with me
Lady, take my love today and let me give you happiness forever
Ev'ry day you wait, a little love we could be sharing slips away
Why find out too late that what you thought was love was just a brief fantasy?
I'm in love with you, so lovely lady, won't you fall in love with me

Jij Komt Steeds Weer Dichterbij
French & English Title: Butterfly
Composer(s): (Danyel Gérard)
Performer(s): Jo Vally
(Originally performed in French & English by: Danyel Gérard)



Als je zegt
Uit het oog, is uit het hart
Als je zegt
't is niet goed, 't is ???
Ondanks wat jij beweert
hou ik van haar alleen
Zij is als een vlinder om me heen

Butterfly my butterfly
Jij komt steeds weer dichterbij
Butterfly my butterfly
Ooit vlieg jij terug naar mij

In haar hoofd
Is ze vrij, altijd vrij en de zon went haar steeds dichterbij
Ondankst wat jij beweert
Komt zij altijd naar mij
Vlindert ze, heel vrolijk dichterbij

Butterfly my butterfly
Jij komt steeds weer dichterbij
Butterfly my butterfly
Ooit vlieg jij terug naar mij

Heel haar hart
Is zo groot en intens
Daardoor ziet ze graag ieder mens
Ondanks wat jij beweert
Houd zij alleen van mij
Straks dan vliegen wij nog allebij

Butterfly my butterfly
Jij komt steeds weer dichterbij
Butterfly my butterfly
Ooit vlieg jij terug naar mij

Ballade De Nulle Part
Performer(s): Georges Moustaki



J'ai longtemps marché
J'ai longtemps cherché
Ici ou là
J'allais dans le soir
J'allais sans savoir
Vers qui, vers quoi

Ensemble nous irons de ville en ville
De ville en ville
Nous marcherons d'un même pas tranquille
Et rien ne nous arrêtera

Je t'ai attendu
Je t'ai entendu
Venir de loin
Je t'ai rencontré
Quand tu es venu
Prendre ma main

Ensemble nous irons de ville en ville
De ville en ville
Nous marcherons d'un même pas tranquille
Et rien ne nous séparera

Laissons-nous porter
Laissons-nous guider
Par le hasard
Allons jusqu'au bout
À ce rendez-vous
De nulle part

Ensemble nous irons de ville en ville
De ville en ville
Nous marcherons d'un même pas tranquille
Le monde nous appartiendra

L'adresse Du Bonheur
Composer(s): Henri Gougaud - Jean Ferrat
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat



Le jour ouvre un oeil froid un arbre échevelé
Emerge de la brume en ébrouant ses branches
Les trottoirs de Paris rechaussent leurs souliers
On rêve encore un peu d'une aube toute blanche
Les gares grises s'ouvrent aux regards exilés

Dis-moi l'adresse du bonheur

Je sors les yeux gonflés d'un rêve éblouissant
Sur la rumeur du monde à peine je surnage
J'étais dans les nuées je descends je descends
Un transistor me crache une bordée d'orages
Dans mon regard se noient des millions de passants

Dis-moi l'adresse du bonheur

J'aimerais me saouler d'une goulée d'air pur
Droit sous des palmeraies que le soleil parfume
Boire loin de Paris l'alcool de l'aventure
Là-bas dans l'or du sable et l'argent de l'écume
Là-bas tellement loin qu'on dirait le futur

Dis-moi l'adresse du bonheur

Je marche malgré l'ordre et le poids du travail
Et je vis midi sonne aux clochers des usines
Hors des chemins battus je cherche mon bercail
L'enfant-fraternité dans les rues sans vitrines
Court tout illuminé d'un rire de corail

Dis-moi l'adresse du bonheur
Enfant
Dis-moi l'adresse du bonheur

Ballade De Melody Nelson
((English Versions:
The Ballad Of Melody Nelson (by Mick Harvey & Anita Lane) - 1995; The Ballad Of Melody Nelson (by Placebo) - 2003))
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg - Jean-Claude Vannier
First release by: Jane Birkin & Serge Gainsbourg - 1971
Covered by multiple other artists



Ça c'est l'histoire
De Melody Nelson
Qu'à part moi-même personne
N'a jamais pris dans ses bras
Ça vous étonne
Mais c'est comme ça

Elle avait de l'amour
Pauvre Melody Nelson
Ouais, elle en avait des tonnes
Mais ses jours étaient comptés
Quatorze automnes
Et quinze étés

Un petit animal
Que cette Melody Nelson
Une adorable garçonne
Et si délicieuse enfant
Que je n'ai con-
Nue qu'un instant

Oh! Ma Melody
Ma Melody Nelson
Aimable petite conne
Tu étais la condition
Sine qua non
De ma raison

L'adolescente
Composer(s): Jeanne Moreau - P. Sarde
Performer(s): Jeanne Moreau & Yves Duteil



Jeanne Moreau:
Dis, où est l'amour
Le grand amour
Que j'attendais?
Est-il, dans une ville
Ou dans une île
Qu'on a perdu?

Yves Duteil:
Il est dans le berceau des destins
À la croisée des chemins
Sous les rameaux de jasmins
Dans la chaleur de l'été
Caché dans le creux des mains
Tout près de la vérité

Jeanne Moreau:
Dis, c'est quoi l'amour
Le grand amour
Que j'attendais?
Est-il un oiseau fou
Un chien, un loup
Qui s'est perdu?

Yves Duteil:
Il est un voyageur étranger
Un solitaire messager
Qui vient pour tout déranger
Dans la chaleur de l'été
Il est la peur du berger
Qui garde la vérité

Jeanne Moreau:
Dis, qui est l'amour
Le grand amour
Que j'attendais?
Est-il fort comme le vent
Blond comme le temps
Le temps perdu?

Yves Duteil:
Il est, comme le trajet de la fronde
Comme la course du monde
La mélodie de la ronde
Dans la chaleur de l'été
Comme les fleurs qui abondent
Tout près de la vérité

Jeanne Moreau:
Oui, c'est toi l'amour
Le grand amour
Que j'attendais
Tu es l'ange, le fou
L'oiseau, le loup
Jamais perdu

Ballade Comestible
Composer(s): Jacques Dutronc
Performer(s): Jacques Dutronc



J'crois bien que j'l'ai dans l'dos
Une heure que j'fais l'poireau
Les cent pas sur la berge
Attendant cette asperge
Asperge, asperge
Déjà dix heures tout rond
À l'aiguille de mon oignon
Mon oignon
J'avais d'autres candidates
J'en ai gros sur la patate
Moi qui m'suis fait tout beau
Elle m'court sur l'haricot
Haricot, haricot
Mais si elle vient pas du tout
Demain j'lui rentre dans le chou
Dans le chou
On d'vait aller au théâtre
Balancer des tomates
Et après au ciné
On s'rait tapé un navet
Un navet, navet
Si j'la vois j'lui dirai tu
Peux être fière de toi, l'es-tu
L'es-tu?
Si comme ça, j'vais solo
Dépenser mon artiche au
Café écluser au bar
Les pastis et les pinards
Les pinards

Ladies Of The Road
Composer(s): Peter Sinfield - Robert Fripp
Performer(s): King Crimson



A flower lady's daughter
As sweet as holy water
Said: "I'm the school reporter
Please teach me", well I taught her

Two fingered levi'd sister
Said, "Peace", I stopped I kissed her
Said, "I'm a male resister"
I smiled and just unzipped her

High diving chinese trender
Black hair and black suspender
Said, "Please me no surrender
Just love to feel your Fender"

All of you know that the girls of the road
Are like apples you stole in your youth
All of you know that the girls of the road
Been around but are versed in the truth

Stone-headed Frisco spacer
Ate all the meat I gave her
Said would I like to taste hers
And even craved the flavour

"Like marron-glaced fish bones
Oh lady hit the road!"

All of you know that the girls of the road
Are like apples you stole in your youth
All of you know that the girls of the road
Been around but are versed in the truth

Ballade À Temps Perdu
Composer(s): Boris Bergman - Armand Canfora - Michel Jourdan
Performer(s): Dalida



Quelqu'un peut-il me dire
Si un cœur mal aimé
Voit un jour ses blessures
Se fermer à jamais

Est-ce qu'un jour l'espoir
Nous revient tôt ou tard
Quand on est seul perdu
Dans un monde inconnu

L'amour ne sourit jamais plus
Dans ma ballade à temps perd

Quelqu'un peut-il compter
Les pleurs de la rosée
Avant que le soleil
Ne vienne tout sécher

Les pleurs de la rosée
Ne s'attardent jamais
Tout pareil au bonheur
Qui vivait dans mon cœur

L'amour ne sourit jamais plus
Dans ma ballade à temps perdu

On ne saura jamais
Si un cœur mal aimé
Voit un jour ses blessures
Se fermer à jamais

Mais je sais que je t'aime
Toi qui n'a pas de nom
Toi qui force ma peine
A faire une chanson

Mon cœur ne battait presque plus
Dans ma ballade à temps perdu
Mais j'aime un amour inconnu
Dans ma ballade à cœur perdu

Ladies Of The Chorus
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
Performer(s): Alan Hale



Ladies of the chorus
That's what we are, it appears
We were inducted and we took a vow
We joined the Army, but look at us now
We're ladies of the chorus
Don't we look lovely, my dears
In corsets and dresses
And cute golden tresses
To hide the dirt behind our ears

I was a plumber
I quit work last summer
My number come up at the start

I was a printer
I quit work last winter
They okayed my lungs and my heart

I was a farmer
Potato embalmer
They took me away from the plow

I was a packer
I chewed plug 'terbaccer'
I wish I had some of it now

Oh, now we're in the chorus
Dressed up in girdles that squeeze
We're here to romance with
To sing and to dance with
A bunch of nerdy guys like these

Guys: Pardon me, but aren't you the country maiden?
Gals: Pardon me, but aren't you the city chap?

Guys:
Cuddle closer, won't you please
I'm about to take a squeeze

Gals: If you do then I will give your face a slap

Guys:
I would love to take you home to meet my mother
I would like to meet my mother, but I can't
She will treat you like a queen

Gals: But I'm Only Seventeen
Guys: If you are seventeen, then so's my aunt

Gals: Hi-ho! I want you to behave
Guys: Hi-ho! I think you need a shave

Gals: Do you think that you can get me into pictures?
Guys: If you're nice to me I'll get you on the screen
Gals: How about a movie test?
Guys: Not with hair upon your chest
Gals: And now it's time to dance but keep it clean

Ballade À La Lune
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens



C'était, dans la nuit brune
Sur un clocher jauni
La lune
Comme un point sur un "i"

Lune, quel esprit sombre
Promène au bout d'un fil
Dans l'ombre
Ta face et ton profil?

Es-tu l'œil du ciel borgne?
Quel chérubin cafard
Nous lorgne
Sous ton masque blafard?

Est-ce un ver qui te ronge
Quand ton disque noirci
S'allonge
En croissant rétréci?

Es-tu, je t'en soupçonne
Le vieux cadran de fer
Qui sonne
L'heure aux damnés d'enfer?

Sur ton front qui voyage
Ce soir ont-ils compté
Quel âge
À leur éternité?

Qui t'avait éborgnée
L'autre nuit? T'étais-tu
Cognée
Contre un arbre pointu?

Car tu vins, pâle et morne
Coller sur mes carreaux
Ta corne
À travers les barreaux

Lune, en notre mémoire
De tes belles amours
L'histoire
T'embellira toujours

Et toujours rajeunie
Tu seras du passant
Bénie
Pleine lune ou croissant

Et qu'il vente ou qu'il neige
Moi-même, chaque soir
Que fais-je
Venant ici m'asseoir?

Je viens voir à la brune
Sur le clocher jauni
La lune
Comme un point sur un "i"

Je viens voir à la brune
Sur le clocher jauni
La lune
Comme un point sur un "i"

Ladies Of The Canyon
Composer(s): Joni Mitchell
First release by: Joni Mitchell - 1970
Covered by multiple other artists



Trina wears her wampum beads
She fills her drawing book with line
Sewing lace on widows' weeds
And filigree on leaf and vine
Vine and leaf are filigree
And her coat's a secondhand one
Trimmed with antique luxury
She is a lady of the canyon

Annie sits you down to eat
She always makes you welcome in
Cats and babies 'round her feet
And all are fat and none are thin
None are thin and all are fat
She may bake some brownies today
Saying, you are welcome back
She is another canyon lady

Estrella circus girl
Comes wrapped in songs and gypsy shawls
Songs like tiny hammers hurled
At beveled mirrors in empty halls
Empty halls and beveled mirrors
Sailing seas and climbing banyans
Come out for a visit here
To be a lady of the canyon

Trina takes her paints and her threads
And she weaves a pattern all her own
Annie bakes her cakes and her breads
And she gathers flowers for her home
For her home she gathers flowers
And Estrella, dear companion
Colors up the sunshine hours
Pouring music down the canyon
Coloring the sunshine hours
They are the ladies of the canyon 

Ballad Om Censuren
Composer(s): Cornelis Vreeswijk
Performer(s): Cornelis Vreeswijk



För erotikens faror bevare barnen små
som inte har en aning om hur illa det kan gå
Nej, låt dom hoppa hage och leka militär
och skjuta på varandra med leksaksgevär
Låt barnen kriga lugnt och snällt
så glömmer dom allt sexuellt
som hotar dom från alla håll 
Och nog är det väl tur
att vi här i landet har ordning och censur
I Sodom och Gomorra var disciplinen svag
och den som kritiserade blev hängd samma dag
Poliserna var busar, borgmästarn en kanalj
och den som drack mest öl och brännvin, fick guldmedalj
Moralen var det uselt med
för tiden hade gått ur led
Det syndades båd' natt och dag, i ur som i skur
I Sodom och Gomorra fanns det ingen censur

Ivan den förskräcklige han var en märklig man
Han gjorde som han ville 
Gör om det om ni kan!
Han hade vilda vanor 
Han ställde höga krav
På dem som kritiserade höggs huvudet av
Och ingen tordes göra nåt
för Ivan kunde höra nåt
Och han var inte god att tas med, när han blev sur
Ivan den förskräcklige var svag för censur

Damer utan kläder ska man inte titta på
Fy skäms på sig, medborgare, som tittar ändå!
Det är onaturligt att se en kvinna bar
Det kan man bli förstörd av, den saken är klar
Hon skulle haft på sig något lätt
och dansat klassisk rysk balett
Då hade det varit konst och befrämjat vår kultur
Det här är väl ingen konst: Censur! Censur!

Kanhända att ni anser att sådant inte stör
men lita på kritiken, den vet vad den gör
Dom ser vad som är bra och tillåtet för publik
Dom ser vad som är dåligt och skriver kritik
Medborgare, så fort ni ser
att något omoraliskt sker
eller ni får syn på nåt som inte är kultur
Vänd blicken bort och blunda och skrik på censur!

La-Di-Da-Di
((Adapted from: Sukiyaki (by Kyu Sakamoto) - 1961)) 
Composer(s): Hachidai Nakamura - Rokusuke Ei - Doug E. Fresh - Slick Rick
Performer(s): Doug E. Fresh & M.C. Ricky D - 1985

Titles In Other Languages:
1963 - Sukiyaki (by Otto Brandenburg)
1980 - Sukiyaki (by A Taste Of Honey)
1993 - Lodi Dodi (by Snoop Doggy Dogg)



Slick Rick:
OK, party people in the house
You're about to witness something you've never witnessed before
Yes, it's the original human beat box, Doug E. Fresh
And his partner, the grand wizard, MC Ricky D, D
And that's me in the place to be
And we gonna show you how we do it for '85, kickin' live, alright
Because, um, I've got a funny feeling, um
you're all sick of all these crap rappers
Bitin' their rhymes because um they're back-stabbers
But when it comes to me and my friend Doug Fresh here
There is no competition 'cause we are the best, yeah
But let's impress which we prove
And ya all will realize that we are the move
So listen close so you all don't miss
As we go a little somethin' like this
Hit it

Ah yeah
You know what

La-Di-Da-Di
La-Di-Da-Di
La-Di
La-Di

You know what, yo peep this
La-Di-Da-Di, we likes to party
We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody, we're
Just some men thats on the mic
And when we rock up on the mic we rock the mic right
For all of y'all keepin y'all in health
Just to see ya smile and enjoy yourself
'Cause it's cool when ya cause a cozy conditioning
That we create, 'cause that's our mission
So listen to what we say
Because this type of shit, it happens everyday
I woke up around ten o' clock in the mornin'
I gave myself a stretch up, a mornin' yawnin'
Went to the bathroom to wash up
Had some soap on my face and my hand up on a cup
I said, um, mirror mirror on the wall
Who is the top choice of them all
There was a rubble dubble, five minutes it lasted
The mirror said you are you conceited bastard

Well that's true, thats why we never have no beef
So then I washed off the soap and brushed the gold teeth
Used Oil Of Olay 'cause my skin gets pale
And then I got the files for my fingernails
Chewed through the night and on my behalf
I put the bubbles in the tub so I could have a bubble bath
Clean, dry was my body and hair
I threw on my brand new Gucci underwear
For all the girls I might take home
I got the Johnson's Baby Powder and the Polo cologne
Fresh dressed like a million bucks
Threw on the bally shoes and the fly green socks
Stepped out my house stopped short, oh no
I went back in, I forgot my kangol
And then I dilly (dallied)
I ran though a (alley)
I bumped into my homegirl (Sally)
From the (valley)
This is the girl plays hard to get so I said
Whats wrong 'cause she looked upset, she said
It's all because of you I'm feelin' sad and blue
You went away and now my life is filled with rainy days
I love you so, how much you'll never know
'Cause you took your love away from me
Now what was I to do, she's cryin' over me
And she was feelin' blue
I said, um, don't cry, dry your eye
Here comes your mother with those two little guys
Her mean mother stepped up, said to me hi
Looked Sally in the face and decked her in the eye
Punched her in the belly and stepped on her feet
Slammed the child on the hard concrete
The bitch was strong, the kids was gone
Something was wrong, I said what is goin' on
I tried to break it up, I said stop it, leave her
She said, if I can't have you, she can't either
She grabbed me closely by my socks
So I broke the hell out like I had the chicken pox, but
She gave chase; she caught up quick
She put a finger in the face of MC Rick
She said why don't you give me a play
So we can go cruisin' in my oj
And if you give me that OK
I'll give you all my love today
Ricky, Ricky, Ricky, can't you see
Somehow your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your jazzy ways, oh
MC Rick my love is here to stay
And on and on and on she kept on
The bitch been around before my mother's born
I said cheer up, I gave her a kiss
I said you can't have me, I'm too young for you miss
She says no you're not, then she starts cryin'
I says I'm nineteen, she said stop lyin'
I says I am, go ask my mother
And with your wrinkled pussy, I can't be your lover
To the tick tock ya don't stop
To the tick tick ya don't quit, hit it ...

Ballad Of Thunder Road
Composer(s): Robert Mitchum - Don Raye
First release by: Robert Mitchum - 1958
Covered by multiple other artists



Let me tell the story, I can tell it all
About the mountain boy who ran illegal alcohol
His daddy made the whiskey, son, he drove the load
When his engine roared, they called the highway Thunder Road
Sometimes into Ashville, sometimes Memphis town
The revenoors chased him but they couldn’t run him down
Each time they thought they had him, his engine would explode
He'd go by like they were standin’ still on Thunder Road
And there was thunder, thunder over Thunder Road
Thunder was his engine, and white lightning was his load
There was moonshine, moonshine to quench the Devil’s thirst
The law they swore they'd get him, but the Devil got him first
On the first of April, nineteen fifty-four
A Federal man sent word he’d better make his run no more
He said two hundred agents were coverin’ the state
Whichever road he tried to take, they’d get him sure as fate
Son, his Daddy told him, make this run your last
The tank is filled with hundred-proof, you’re all tuned up and gassed
Now, don’t take any chances, if you can’t get through
I’d rather have you back again than all that mountain dew
And there was thunder, thunder over Thunder Road
Thunder was his engine, and white lightning was his load
There was moonshine, moonshine to quench the Devil’s thirst
The law they swore they'd get him, but the Devil got him first
Roarin’ out of Harlan, revvin’ up his mill
He shot the gap at Cumberland, and screamed by Maynordsville
With T-men on his taillights, roadblocks up ahead
The mountain boy took roads that even Angels feared to tred
Blazing right through Knoxville, out on Kingston Pike
Then right outside of Bearden, they made the fatal strike
He left the road at 90; that’s all there is to say
The devil got the moonshine and the mountain boy that day

L'addition
Composer(s): J.L. Dabadie - Michel Legrand
Performer(s): Yves Montand



Des jours heureux, une colombe
Des soirs qui tombent, un regard bleu
Plus un sanglot, plus un violon
La vie et tout ce temps cassé
Que l'on appelle le passé

Plus l'avenir en dix leçons
De nos prophètes bénévoles
Plus une bombe sur une école
Et les oiseaux qui chantent après
L'avion ne l'a pas fait exprès

Plus les amis dans la maison
Moins ceux qui pour toujours s'en vont
Les enfants sont déjà devant
Ôté de nous, ôté de moi
Il ne nous reste pas beaucoup

Plus les combats, le cœur qui bat
Les défaites souvent secrètes
Et tous les doutes qu' on redoute
Mas quand on a perdu le nôtre
Il y a encore l'espoir des autres

Multiplié par les idées
Divisé par tous les mots d'ordre
Certains finissent par confondre
Certains ne peuvent pas répondre
Bouche sans cri au bout d'une corde

Et plus la pluie et le bon temps
Et l' herbe qui pousse entre-temps
Plus tous les désobéissants
Qui ne veulent plus se mettre en rang
Les enfants sont déjà devant

Moins ceux qui sont encore à naître
Plus l' inconnu dans la fenêtre
Et plus l' amour de quelques-uns
Et plus ou moins de quelques-unes
Je pose tout, je retiens une

Égale...
Égale un homme en équilibre
Sur trois vers
De Prévert
Mais ce sont des vers libres

Ballad Of The War Wagon
Composer(s): Dimitri Tiomkin - Ned Washington
Performer(s): Ed Ames



Look at those horses! What are they draggin'?
Look at those horses! What are they draggin'
Heavily guarded, what is that wagon?

Most men are fightin' for a wagon full of gold
Scratchin' and fightin' for a wagon full of gold
My piece of land, my cattle brand
A place to rest my head
A feelin' of a woman's love are all you really need for livin'

Look at those horses! What are they draggin'?

Three years in prison made me dream a lot of dreams
Sometimes the dream is not as easy as it seems
But wrong or right I have to fight
'Cause when the truth is told
All men are fightin' for a wagon full of gold

Look at those horses! What are they draggin'
Heavily guarded, what is that wagon?

Look at those horses! What are they draggin'
Heavily guarded, what is that wagon?

Most men are fightin' for a wagon full of gold
Scratchin' and fightin' for a wagon full of gold
My piece of land, my cattle brand
A place to rest my head
A feelin' of a woman's love are all you really need for livin'

Look at those horses! What are they draggin'?

Three years in prison made me dream a lot of dreams
Sometimes the dream is not as easy as it seems
But wrong or right I have to fight
'Cause when the truth is told
All men are fightin' for a 
Strugglin' for a
Searchin' for a
Strivin' for a
Wagon full of gold!
Full of gold!

L'acteur
Composer(s): Georges Moustaki 
Performer(s): Georges Moustaki



Tu ris tu pleures
mais tu as peur
tout brûle en toi
mais tu as froid
tu ne dis rien
mais tu as faim
ton rire est faux
comme un sanglot
mauvais acteur
sans spectateur
tu fais le beau
sans un bravo
tu joues la vie
en tragédie
mais on se lasse
de tes grimaces

comme un pantin
tu tournes en vain
tu cherches encore
de quoi briller
dans le décor de tes regrets

que cherches-tu
pauvre ingénu
n'entends-tu pas
qu'on rit de toi
tu parles haut
mais à quoi bon
c'est ton écho
qui te répond
comme un pantin
tu tournes en vain
sous la couronne
des illusions
tu n'es qu'un homme
à l'abandon

rideaux tirés
masque jeté
la salle est vide
ton cœur se ride
pourquoi tricher
pourquoi mentir
pourquoi chercher
à t'éblouir
mauvais acteur
sans spectateur
on y a cru
on n'y croit plus
tu parles fort
mais à quoi bon
voici la mort
qui te répond
qui te répond
qui te répond qui te répond

Ballad Of The Illinois Opry
Composer(s): Kevin Cronin
Performer(s): REO Speedwagon



Found myself heading down toward Springfield
The last sign said it was twelve miles west
It's gettin' hard to see through the salt on my windshield
But it looks like I'm gonna make it before the sun sets

The morning I arrived was Lincoln's birthday
So I walked through his house and saw his tomb
I decided that a tour through the Civil War Memorial Museum would be a drag
I was tired of seeing monuments about other men's doom

Now I don't want you people to think that all there is around Springfield Illinois
Are landmarks telling `bout the good old Lincoln years
Cus just north of town I saw a sign that said the Illinois Opry is open tonight
And the sweet sound of country music filled my ears

And I want to be a star in the Illinois Opry now
The people in the country certainly know how to play
It may be a while before I'm ready
But I'm gonna be up on that stage someday

I could easily write a whole song about the licks that guitar man was pickin'
I could go on for hours `bout the old boy on pedal steel
But I'm not singing `bout people who were just playin' music
I'm singing about how fine their music made me feel

There's a lot of people who have taken years of lessons
Trying to learn how to make their music fit the trend
But the simple folks at the Opry have got somethin' special
And I think that we all could use a lesson or two from them

And I want to be a star in the Illinois Opry now
The people in the country certainly know how to play
It maybe a while before I'm ready
But I'm gonna be up on that stage someday

Lacrima E Pioggia
((English, French, & German Versions: Rain And Tears (by Aphrodite's Child); 
Quelques Larmes De Pluie (by Dalida); Regenzeit-Tränenleid (by Dalida))
Composer(s): Pallavincini - Pachelbel - E. Papathanassieu - Boris Bergman
Performer(s): Dalida



Piangi e tu, dici che 
Non é, non è 
Che pioggia su di te 
Io lo so, so come sei 
E mai, e mai io crederti potrò 

Già troppe volte ormai 
Han pianto gli occhi tuoi 

Piangi e tu, dici che 
Non è, non è 
Che pioggia su di te 

Già troppe volte ormai 
Han pianto gli occhi tuoi

Piangi e tu dici che 
Non è non è 
Che pioggia su di te 
Piangi e tu non lo sai 
Che ma che mai 
Lasciarti io potrei 
Piova o no, se vorrai 
Negli occhi tuoi 
Il sole porterò