Manque De Toi
Composer(s): Claude Moine; Pierre Papadiamandis
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell



J'veux pas finir comme une momie à Miami
Floride très peu pour moi
Qu'on met sur la plage au soleil à midi
Qu'on retrouve bronzé, mais froid
Mais avec toi si tu l'demandais, si tu me revenais
J'irai partout où tu s'ras
Je me suis shooté à toi, tu l'sais
Et maint'nant je suis en manque de toi
Tu dis qu'j'en fais d'trop, qu'j'suis sous effet
Moi j'sais pas où t'en es
Mais j'sais qu'je suis accro à toi
Qui a shooté l'autre? Y a que l'amour qui l'sait
Et maint'nant, je suis en manque de toi
Je t'attendrai, s'il le faut, toutes les nuits
Zombie devant chez toi
J'te promets, je ne chant'rai pas sous la pluie
J'ai pas l'humour pour ça
Mais avec toi si tu l'demandais
C'est pas évident pour toi
Je me suis shooté à toi, tu l'sais
Et maint'nant je suis en manque de toi
Tu dis qu'j'en fais d'trop, qu'j'suis sous effet
Moi j'sais pas où t'en es
Mais j'sais qu'je suis accro à toi
Qui a shooté l'autre? Y a que l'amour qui l'sait
Et maint'nant, je suis en manque de toi
Question de feeling entre nous tu sais
J'irai partout où tu s'ras
Je me suis shooté à toi, tu l'sais
Et maint'nant je suis en manque de toi
Tu dis qu'j'en fais d'trop, qu'j'suis sous effet
Moi j'sais pas où t'en es
Mais j'sais qu'je suis accro à toi
Qui a shooté l'autre? Y a que l'amour qui l'sait
Et maint'nant, je suis en manque de toi
Mais avec toi si tu me revenais
J'irai partout où tu s'ras
Qui a shooté l'autre? Y a que l'amour qui l'sait
Et maint'nant, je suis en manque de toi

200 Balloons
Composer(s): Prince
Performer(s): Prince



Who gonna stop 200 balloons?
Nobody
Let's do it 25 policemen all in a row
Can't stop the party people - Go go go
If U can't beat 'em join 'em baby say so
It's party time everybody come on lets go Fly with me
200 balloons (Let's do it) Blowing down the city colder than ice
I think U better love me 'cuz I'm really kind of nice
If U do me once girl U have 2 do me twice
Wave your hand if U wanna party tonight Come on everybody
200 balloons Everybody sing it
Fly with me (Let's do it)
Come on baby fly with me (Let's do it)
Fly with me (Let's do it)
Come on baby fly with me I'll buy U love if I got
200 balloons (Let's do it) Tell me that U love me and I'll buy U a fancy car
I made U a couple of times and so U made me a star
So take me 4 what I'm worth, love me 4 what I are
(Do, do) The Partyman, I take U way far Come on y'all
200 balloons Who's gonna stop 200 balloons?
Nobody
Let's do it Let's do it
Let's do it Let's do it It's party time y'all
200 balloons
(Do it) Don't stop me now
(Do it {Poet}) My life has just begun
(Do it) Rave, unto the joy y'all (Do it)
The only one don't try to stop me (Do it) Fly with me (Do it)
(Do it 200 Do it 200 Do it)
Fly with me
Come on fly with me It's party time y'all
200 balloons (Let's do it)
200 balloons
(Let's do it) (Fly with me)
200 balloons
Let's do it Let's do it Hey, its been good!
Fly Fly
Fly with me (200 balloons)
Come on baby fly with me (Let's do it)
Fly with me
200 balloons
(Let's do it)
Who gonna stop 200 balloons?
Nobody
Let's do it [(?) (?)] Get (Do it, Do it) Get your house in order
(Do it, Do it) Get your (?), Get your (?) (200 balloons)
Get your house in, Get your house in
Get your hou', Get your, Get Get Get Get (Fly)
(Oh yeah) Your house in order
Fly with me (200)
Let's do it
Get your house in order
200 balloons
Get your, Get your (Let's do it) Turn your heads to the east
I'll be coming from the west
Ain't no stoppin' me baby
'Cause I'm the best (200)
Cry Cry Cry
I love it when U moan
This funk will cut so deep
Gonna touch your soul, oh (200 balloons) (Do it, Do it, Do it, Do it)
My funk is multilayered (I just)
Don't stop me now (I just)
I got a fever pumpin'
Don't stop me now I'll make love to U (I just)
[Ain't day...sea to sea] (I just)
I got a warehouse full of protection, 2 times
Good lord (200 balloons) I wanna be your (Rave) busy bee
I'll be your busy bee
Come on queen... (Rave, 200, 200, Rave, 200 balloons) (Let's do, let's, let's do it)
(Rave, Fly with me)
(Fly with me {200} {Rave} {200} Fly with me}) (200 {Let's do it} balloons)
Rave, unto the joy fantastic, Rave
(Let's do it) (...) Who gonna stop 200 balloons?
Nobody

Manos Vacias
Composer(s): Luis Bolin; E. Cid
Performer(s): Miguel Bosé



Hoy a vuelto a darme por pensar
que el diablo vino a hablar
hoy mi alma no es tan cara
en las calles de esta ciudad
no te pares a buscar
los secretos de las despedidas

No pensarias que iba a marcharme
con las manos vacias por ti?
No pensarias que iba a marcharme
con las manos vacias por ti?
No me acostumbro a perder
pero juego por placer
y es el juego el que me da la vida

Puede que me canse del alcohol
y que esta noche salga el sol
pero quien lo necesita

nunca sopla el viento a favor 
cuando se trata del amor
y pretendes ir de prisa

No pensarias que iba a marcharme
con las manos vacias por ti?
No pensarias que iba a marcharme
con las manos vacias por ti?
No me acostumbro a perder
pero juego por placer
y es el juego el que me da la vida
No me acostumbro a perder
pero juego por placer
y es el juego, si... me da la vida

Con las manos vacias por ti.....

200 Years Old
Composer(s): Frank Zappa
Performer(s): Frank Zappa & Captain Beefheart



I was sittin' in a breakfast room in Allentown
Pennsylvania,
six o'clock in the morning, got up to early, it was a terrible
mistake... sittin' there face-to-face with a 75 cent glass of
orange juice about as big as my finger and a bowl of horribly
foreshortened cornflakes, and I said to myself: "This is the 
life!"...

She's 200 years old
so mean, she couldn't grow no lips
Boy, she'd be in trouble if she tried to grow a mustache

She's two hundred years old
Squattin' down & pockin' up
In front of the juke box
just like she had True Religion.. BOY!

She's two hundred years old
Hoy!, hoy!, in 200 years
half of this, none of that
one.. fifty.. oh squattin'
Yeah-ah, ain't she got
Oohhh, she got religion now, boy

Oohhhh, ?? ?? ??
Oohhhh, she's just mean
she just, she just can't grow no lips
Squat.. down, so mean she can't grow no lips
200 years old, so mean she can't grow no lips

Manon
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Originally performed by: Serge Gainsbourg
Covered by various other artists



Manon
Manon
Non tu ne sais sur'ment pas Manon
À quel point je hais
Ce que tu es
Sinon
Manon
Je t'aurais déjà perdue Manon
Perverse Manon
Perfide Manon
Il me faut t'aimer avec un autre
Je le sais Manon
Cruelle Manon
Manon
Manon
Non tu ne sauras jamais Manon
À quel point je hais
Ce que tu es
Au fond
Manon
Je dois avoir perdu la raison
Je t'aime Manon

2000 Ans Et Un Jour
Composer(s): Claude Lemesle; Michel Fugain
Performer(s): Michel Fugain



2000 ans et un jour
On fait le bilan, il est lourd
Sans perdre de temps, ça repart pour un tour
Faut pas se miner, s'faire de bile
Car, pour les années, paraît-il
Ce sont toujours les premières deux mille les plus difficiles

2000 ans et deux jours
On rase les cons et les tours
On voit mieux les gens, les couleurs, les contours
On passe du venin au velours
Et on rend la main à l'amour
Et on voit que c'est bon, que c'est beau et on est plutôt pour

C'est peut-être la dernière chance
On n'a plus le droit de se planter

2000 ans et trois jours
On chasse le smog et, bonjour
Il y a de nouveau du soleil dans la cour
On met de l'ozone tout autour
Et puis après, on fait l'amour
Et ça va de mieux en mieux et on est de plus en plus pour

2000 ans, quatre jours
Fini Marignan, Pearl Harbour
On jette les flingues et le fric n'a plus cours
On a fait la peau aux tambours
L'humeur de l'humain, c'est l'humour
Et n'importe quand, n'importe où, n'importe qui fait l'amour

C'est peut-être la dernière chance
On n'a plus le droit de se planter

2000 ans et cinq jours
Y a tant de boulot à la bourre
Qu'il y en aura bien pour tout l'monde, pour toujours
Mais, du sixième au septième jour
On baille et on bulle, on savoure
Ce monde nouveau, pourvu qu'il dure un peu plus de huit jours

Mano A Mano
Performer(s): Chico Buarque



Meu pára-choque com seu pára-choque
Era um toque
Era um pó que era um só
Eu e meu irmão
Era porreta
Carreta parelha a carreta
Dançando na reta
Meu irmão
Na beira de estrada valeu
O que era dele era meu
Eu era ele
Ele era eu

Ela era estrela
Era flor do sertão
Era pérola d'oeste
Era consolação
Era amor na boléia
Eram cem caminhões
Mas ela era nova
Viçosa, matriz
Era diamantina
Era imperatriz
Era só uma menina
De três corações
E então

Atravessando a garganta
Jamanta fechando jamanta
Na curva crucial
Era uma barra, era engano
Na certa, era cano
Na mão, mano a mano
Pau a pau
Na beira de estrada se deu
Se o que era dele era meu
Ou era ele ou era eu

Ela era estrela
Era flor do sertão
Era pérola d'oeste
Era consolação
Era amor na boléia
Eram cem caminhões
Mas ela era nova 
Viçosa, matriz
Era diamantina
Era imperatriz
Era só uma menina
De três corações
E então

Então lavei as mãos
Do sangue do
Meu sangue do
Meu sangue irmão
Chão

2000 Light Years From Home
Composer(s): Mick Jagger; Keith Richards
Performer(s): The Rolling Stones



Sun turnin' 'round with graceful motion
We're setting off with soft explosion
Bound for a star with fiery oceans
It's so very lonely, you're a hundred
light years from home

Freezing red deserts turn to dark
Energy here in every part
It's so very lonely, you're six hundred
light years from home

It's so very lonely, you're a thousand
light years from home
It's so very lonely, you're a thousand
light years from home

Bell flight fourteen you now can land
See you on Aldebaran
Safe on the green desert sand
It's so very lonely, you're two thousand
light years from home
It's so very lonely, you're two thousand
light years from home

Mano A Mano
Composer(s): Esteban Celedonio Flores
Performer(s): Carlos Gardel



Rechiflao en mis tristeza
te evoco y veo que has sido
en mi pobre vida paria
sólo una buena mujer
tu presencia de bacana
puso calor en mi nido
fuiste buena, consecuente
y yo sé que me has querido
como no quisiste a nadie
como no podrás querer

Se dio el juego de remanye
cuando vos, pobre percanta
gambeteabas la pobreza
en la casa de pensión
hoy sos toda una bacana
la vida te ríe y canta
los morlacos del otario
los tirás a la marchanta
como juega el gato maula
con el mísero ratón

Hoy tenés el mate lleno
de infelices ilusiones
te engrupieron lo otarios
las amigas, el gavión
La milonga entre magnates
con sus locas tentaciones
donde triunfan y claudican
milongueras pretensiones
se te ha entrado muy adentro
en el pobre corazón

Nada debo agradecerte
mano a mano hemos quedado
no me importa lo que has hecho
lo que hacés y lo que harás
Los favores recibidos
creo habértelos pagado
y si una deuda chica
sin querer se me ha olvidado
en la cuenta del otario
que tenés, se la cargás

Mientras tanto que tus triunfos
pobres triunfos pasajeros
sean una larga fila
de riquezas y placer
que el bacán que te acamala
tenga pesos duraderos
que te abrace en las paradas
con cafichos milongueros
y que digan los muchachos
"¡es una buena mujer!"

Y mañana, cuando seas
descolado un mueble viejo
y no tengas esperanza
en el pobre corazón
si precisás una ayuda
si te hace falta un consejo
acordate de este amigo
que ha de jugarse el pellejo
pa' ayudarte en lo que pueda
cuando llegue la ocasión

2000 Man
Composer(s): Mick Jagger; Keith Richards
Performer(s): The Rolling Stones



Well, my name is a number 
A piece of plastic film 
And I'm growin' funny flowers 
In my little window sill 

Dont you know I'm a 2000 man 
And my kids, they just don't understand me at all 

Well my wife still respects me 
I really misused her 
I am having an affair 
With the random computer 

Don't you know I'm a 2000 man 
And my kids, they just don't understand me at all 

Oh daddy, proud of your planet 
Oh mummy, proud of your sun 
Oh daddy, proud of your planet 
Oh mummy. proud of your sun 
Oh daddy, your brain's still flashin' 
Like it did when you were young 
Or do you come down crashin' 
Seeing all the things you'd done 
All was a big put on 

Oh daddy, proud of your planet 
Oh mummy. proud of your son 
Oh daddy, proud of your planet 
Oh mummy. proud of your sun 

Oh daddy, proud of your planet 
Oh mummy. proud of your sun 
Oh daddy, proud of your planet 
Oh mummy. proud of your sun 

And you know who's the 2000 man 
And your kids they just won't understand you at all

Mannish Boy
Composer(s): Bo Diddley; Mel London; Muddy Waters
Originally performed by: Muddy Waters



Ooooooh, yeah, ooh, yeah

Everythin', everythin', everythin's gonna be alright this mornin'
Ooh yeah, whoaw
Now when I was a young boy, at the age of five
My mother said I was, gonna be the greatest man alive
But now I'm a man, way past 21
Want you to believe me baby
I had lot's of fun
I'm a man
I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn
That represents man
No B, O child, Y1
That mean mannish boy
I'm a man
I'm a full grown man
I'm a man
I'm a natural born lovers man
I'm a man
I'm a rollin' stone
I'm a man
I'm a hoochie coochie man

Sittin' on the outside, just me and my mate
You know I'm made to move you honey
come up two hours late
Wasn't that a man
I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn
That represents man
No B, O child, Y1
That mean mannish boy
I'm a man
I'm a full grown man
Man
I'm a natural born lovers man
Man
I'm a rollin' stone
Man-child
I'm a hoochie coochie man
The line I shoot will never miss
When I make love to a woman
she can't resist
I think I go down
to old Kansas Stew
I'm gonna bring back my second cousin
that little Johnny Cocheroo
All you little girls
sittin'out at that line
I can make love to you woman
in five minutes time
Ain't that a man
I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn
That represents man
No B, O child, Y1
That mean mannish boy
Man
I'm a full grown man
Man
I'm a natural born lovers man
Man
I'm a rollin' stone
I'm a man-child
I'm a hoochie coochie man
well, well, well, well
hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry
Don't hurt me, don't hurt me child
don't hurt me, don't hurt, don't hurt me child
well, well, well, well

Yeah

20th Century Blues
Composer(s): Noël Coward
Performer(s): Marianne Faithfull; Noël Coward; 
New Mayfair Orch.; Daryl Sherman



Why is it that civilized humanity
Can make the world so wrong?
In this hurly-burly of insanity
Our dreams cannot last long

We've reached a deadline
A press headline
Every sorrow
Blues value
Is news value
Tomorrow

Blues
Twentieth century blues
Are getting me down
Blues
Escape those weary
Twentieth century blues

Why
If there's a God in the sky
Why shouldn't He grin
High
Above this dreary
Twentieth century din?

In this strange illusion
Chaos and confusion
People seem to lose their way
What is there to strive for
Love or keep alive for
Say, 'Hey, hey!'
Call it a day?

Blues 
Nothing to win or to lose
It's getting me down
Blues 
Escape those weary
Twentieth century blues

We've reached a deadline
A press headline
Every sorrow
Blues value
Is news value
Tomorrow

Blues
Nothing to win or to lose
It's getting me down
Blues
Escape those dreary
Twentieth century
Blues

Manners Maketh Man
Composer(s): Jeremy Clyde
Performer(s): Chad Stuart and Jeremy Clyde



When I walked in that café
You turned and looked my way
You knew that you were being rude
To point and to stare
So why should I smile
When you put me on trial
And your daughter wants an autograph
And you don't like my hair

Perhaps you resent
A life that was spent
In hating an enemy
That you've never seen
You believed them when they said
There's a red beneath your bed
Am I a living symbol of your youth
That might have been?

Does it become clear
As you see me sitting here
So well behaved
And not like you expect
And now do you see
That you were once like me
But you missed out on a lot of things
By being too correct

You gave a loud guffaw
As I walked in the door
And you loudly said, "Hey look at that kid,
Will ya look at that kid, will ya?"
Then remembering your girl
You said, "Hey kid, sign for Merle"
Did you notice I was eating
And you didn't have the manners to say please

20th Century Boy
Composer(s): Marc Bolan
Performer(s): T. Rex



Friends say it's fine
Friends say it's good
Everybody says it's just like rock and roll
I move like a cat
Charge like a ram
Sting like a bee
Babe I want to be your man
Well it's plain to see
You were meant for me
Yea I'm your toy
Your 20th century boy
Fly like a plane
Drive like a car
Ball like a hound
Babe I want to be your man
20th century boy
I want to be your toy
20th century boy
I want to be your toy

Maninha
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
and various other artists



Se lembra da fogueira
Se lembra dos balões
Se lembra dos luares dos sertões
A roupa no varal
Feriado nacional
E as estrelas salpicadas nas canções
Se lembra quando toda modinha
Falava de amor
Pois nunca mais cantei, ó maninha
Depois que ele chegou

Se lembra da jaquiera
A fruta no capim
O sonho que você contou pra mim
Os passos no porão
Lembra da assombração
E das almas com perfume de jasmim
Se lembra do jardim, ó maninha
Coberto de flor
Pois hoje só dá erva daninha
No chão que ele pisou

Se lembra do futuro
Que a gente combinou
Eu era tão crinça e ainda sou
Querendo acreditar
Que o dia vai raiar
Só porque uma cantiga anunciou
Mas não me deixe assim, tão sozinho
A me torturar
Que um dia ele vai embora, maninha
Pra nunca mais voltar

20th Century Promised Land
Composer(s): J. Kerr
Performer(s): Simple Minds



Stories came like the wind
Joining every bridge in the wind
Ringing out footsteps
Calling out stell-heels
I give voice
I give breath
Count out evenings and stars
How fast can these things move on
Taking roots back to yourself
And the reason for fear was moving on
And on
Some time
Great times
Troubled time
Fire for the times
Ringing out footsteps
Calling out steel-heels

Promised land
Great times in commotion
Here come every day
It only lasts an hour
Unhappy the land that has no heroes
No! Unhappy the land that needs heroes

And the reason for fear was moving on
The speed of light was moving on
Don't cry
Tears are only wasted waters
Some say God her only loves the proud
Be damned on luck
But not dishearted
Nothing to prove
And nothing to present
I give voice
I give breath
Catching winds in my hand
My hand

Some times
Great times
Catching wind in my hand
My hand
Some times
Great times
Troubled times
Fire for the times
Ringing out footsteps
Calling out steel-heels

Promised land
Great times in commotion
Here comes every dat
It only lasts an hour
Unhappy the land that has no heroes
No! Unhappy the land that needs heroes

I'll call you out
I'll scream you out
And I don't care if you're afraid
When city sounds invade the air

Catch the wind in their hands
Promised land
Catch the wind in their hands
Promised lands
Promised lands
Promised lands
Great times in commotion

Manifiesto
Composer(s): Víctor Jara
Performer(s): Víctor Jara
and various other artists



Yo no canto por cantar
ni por tener buena voz
canto porque la guitarra
tiene sentido y razón

Tiene corazón de tierra
y alas de palomita
es como el agua bendita
santigua glorias y penas

Aquí se encajó mi canto
como dijera Violeta
guitarra trabajadora
con olor a primavera

Que no es guitarra de ricos
ni cosa que se parezca
mi canto es de los andamios
para alcanzar las estrellas

Que el canto tiene sentido
cuando palpita en las venas
del que morirá cantando
las verdades verdaderas
no las lisonjas fugaces
ni las famas extranjeras
sino el canto de una lonja
hasta el fondo de la tierra

Ahí donde llega todo
y donde todo comienza
canto que ha sido valiente
siempre será canción nueva

2112 Overture
Composer(s): Geddy Lee
Performer(s): Rush



"I lie awake, staring out at the bleakness of Megadon
City and sky become one, merging into a single plane
a vast sea of unbroken grey. 
The Twin Moons, just two pale orbs as they trace their way across the steely sky
I used to think I had a pretty good life here
just plugging into my machine for the day
then watching Templevision or reading a Temple Paper in the evening

"My friend Jon always said it was nicer here 
than under the atmospheric domes of the Outer Planets
We have had peace since 2062 
when the surviving planets were banded together under the Red Star of the Solar Federation
The less fortunate gave us a few new moons
I believed what I was told
I thought it was a good life, I thought I was happy
Then I found something that changed it all..."

I. Overture

And the meek shall inherit the earth...

II. Temples of Syrinx

... "The massive grey walls of the Temples rise from the heart of every Federation city
I have always been awed by them
to think that every single facet of every life is regulated and directed from within! 
Our books, our music, our work and play 
are all looked after by the benevolent wisdom of the priests..."

We've taken care of everything
The words you hear, the songs you sing
The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes
It's one for all and all for one
We work together, common sons
Never need to wonder how or why

We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
Our great computers fill the hallowed halls
We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx
All the gifts of life are held within our walls

Look around at this world we've made
Equality our stock in trade
Come and join the Brotherhood of Man
Oh, what a nice, contented world
Let the banners be unfurled
Hold the Red Star proudly high in hand

We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
Our great computers fill the hallowed halls
We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx
All the gifts of life are held within our walls

III. Discovery

... "Behind my beloved waterfall
in the little room that was hidden beneath the cave, I found it
I brushed away the dust of the years, and picked it up
holding it reverently in my hands. I had no idea what it might be, but it was beautiful" ...

... "I learned to lay my fingers across the wires
and to turn the keys to make them sound differently
As I struck the wires with my other hand
I produced my first harmonious sounds, and soon my own music! 
How different it could be from the music of the Temples! 
I can't wait to tell the priests about it! ..."

What can this strange device be?
When I touch it, it gives forth a sound
It's got wires that vibrate and give music
What can this thing be that I found?

See how it sings like a sad heart
And joyously screams out its pain
Sounds that build high like a mountain
Or notes that fall gently like rain

I can't wait to share this new wonder
The people will all see its light
Let them all make their own music
The Priests praise my name on this night

IV. Presentation

... "In the sudden silence as I finished playing
I looked up to a circle of grim, expressionless faces
Father Brown rose to his feet
and his somnolent voice echoed throughout the silent Temple Hall" ...

... "Instead of the grateful joy that I expected
they were words of quiet rejection! 
Instead of praise, sullen dismissal
I watched in shock and horror 
as Father Brown ground my precious instrument to splinters beneath his feet..."

I know it's most unusual
To come before you so
But I've found an ancient miracle
I thought that you should know
Listen to my music
And hear what it can do
There's something here as strong as life
I know that it will reach you

Yes, we know, it's nothing new
It's just a waste of time
We have no need for ancient ways
Our world is doing fine
Another toy will help destroy
The elder race of man
Forget about your silly whim
It doesn't fit the plan

I can't believe you're saying
These things just can't be true
Our world could use this beauty
Just think what we might do
Listen to my music
And hear what it can do
There's something here as strong as life
I know that it will reach you

Don't annoy us further!
We have our work to do.
Just think about the average
What use have they for you?
Another toy will help destroy
The elder race of man
Forget about your silly whim
It doesn't fit the Plan!

V. Oracle: The Dream

... "I guess it was a dream, but even now it all seems so vivid to me
Clearly yet I see the beckoning hand of the oracle
 as he stood at the summit of the staircase" ...

... "I see still the incredible beauty of the sculptured cities
 and the pure spirit of man revealed in the lives and works of this world
I was overwhelmed by both wonder and understanding
as I saw a completely different way to life
a way that had been crushed by the Federation long ago 
I saw now how meaningless life had become with the loss of all these things ..."

I wandered home though the silent streets
And fell into a fitful sleep
Escape to realms beyond the night
Dream can't you show me the light?

I stand atop a spiral stair
An oracle confronts me there
He leads me on light years away
Through astral nights, galactic days
I see the works of gifted hands
That grace this strange and wondrous land
I see the hand of man arise
With hungry mind and open eyes

They left the planet long ago
The elder race still learn and grow
Their power grows with purpose strong
To claim the home where they belong
Home to tear the Temples down...
Home to change!

VI. Soliloquy

... "I have not left this cave for days now 
it has become my last refuge in my total despair
I have only the music of the waterfall to comfort me now
I can no longer live under the control of the Federation
but there is no other place to go
My last hope is that with my death I may pass into the world of my dream
and know peace at last"

The sleep is still in my eyes
The dream is still in my head
I heave a sigh and sadly smile
And lie a while in bed
I wish that it might come to pass
Not fade like all my dreams...

Just think of what my life might be
In a world like I have seen!
I don't think I can carry on
Carry on this cold and empty life

My spirits are low in the depths of despair
My lifeblood...
...spills over...

VII. The Grand Finale
Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
We have assumed control
We have assumed control
We have assumed control

Maniculitanteo
Composer(s): Willy Chirino
Performer(s): Willy Chirino



Hay hombres que se las pasan
Manoseando a las mujeres
Yo no entiendo cómo pueden
Disfrutar esos placeres
Si bailan con una chica
Buscan posición
Con las manos sueltas
Y en la confusión
Entre todo el movimiento
Y en el ajetreo
Es el preciso momento ¿para qué?
Maniculitanteo, aprovechan del meneo
Maniculitanteo, eso yo no lo deseo
Maniculitanteo, la fiesta está en su apogeo
Maniculitanteo, ya me está dando mareo
Hay hombres que se las pasan
Manoseando a las mujeres
Qué manera tan grosera
La que tienen esos seres

Buscan los lugares buenos
Donde hay mucha gente
Se van deslizando
Como una serpiente
Estudian el elemento
Y hacen un sondeo
Porque ya llegó el momento ¿para qué?

Maniculitanteo, se aprovechan del meneo
Maniculitanteo, ten cuidado con Doroteo
Maniculitanteo, esto se está poniendo feo
Maniculitanteo, se puede formar un peo'

21st Century Man
Composer(s): Jeff Lynne
Performer(s): Electric Light Orchestra



A penny in your pocket 
Suitcase in your hand 
They won't get you very far 
Now you're a 21st century man

Fly across the city 
Rise above the land 
You can do 'most anything 
Now you're a 21st century man

Though you ride on the wheels of tomorrow (tomorrow) 
You still wander the fields of your sorrow 
What will it bring?

One day you're a hero 
Next day you're a clown 
There's nothing that is in between 
Now you're a 21st century man

You should be so happy 
You should be so glad 
So why are you so lonely 
You 21st century man?

You stepped out of a dream 
Believing everything was gone 
Return with what you've learned 
They'll kiss the ground you walk upon

Things ain't how you thought they were 
Nothing have you planned 
So pick up your penny and your suitcase 
You're not a 21st century man

Though you ride on the wheels of tomorrow 
You still wander the fields of your sorrow (sorrow) 
Tomorrow, 21st century man 
21st century man 
21st century man…