Matchbox 
Composer(s): Carl Perkins
Originally performed by: Carl Perkins
Covered by various other artists



I said I'm sitting here watching 
matchbox hole in my clothes 
I said I'm sitting here wondering 
matchbox hole in my clothes 
I ain't got no matches 
but I sure got a long way to go 

I'm an old poor boy 
I'm a long way from home 
I'm an old poor boy 
and I'm a long way from home 
I've never been happy 
'cause everything I ever did was wrong 

Well, if you don't want my peaches 
honey please don't shake my tree 
If you don't want any of those peaches 
honey, please don't mess around my tree 
I've got news for you baby 
Leave me here in misery, all right! 

Well let me be your little dog 
till your big dog comes 
Let me be your little dog 
till your big dog comes 
And when your big dog gets here 
watch how your puppy dog runs 

Well I said I'm sitting here watching 
matchbox hole in my clothes 
I said I'm sitting here wondering 
matchbox hole in my clothes 
I ain't got no matches 
but I sure got a long way to go

Old Folkie
Composer(s): Harry Chapin
Performer(s): Harry Chapin



He's the man with the banjo and the 12-string guitar
And he's singing us the songs that tell us who we are
When you look in his eyes you know that somebody's in there
Yeah, he knows where we're going and where we been
And how the fog is gettin' thicker where the future should begin
When you look at his life you know that he's really been there
Still, what is the name that they're calling that man?
What is the name that they're calling that man?
You know, it's always the "Old Folkie"
They say he's always bleedin'
But whenever somebody's needing him
He's the one who cares
It's always the "Old Folkie"
Whenever somethin's burning
Or a lesson needs some learning
Or a tide that needs some turning
To a better world somewhere
Yeah, the "Old Folkie's" there
Yeah, for forty years now he's been pushin' on
Carrying the dream 'cause Woody's long gone
He's the last voice singing that "Bound for Glory" song
And if you never seen him you might take a look
He's the man who put the meaning in the music book
Yeah, the world may be tired but Pete's still going strong
Still, what is the name that they're calling that man?
What is the name that they're calling that man?
You know, it's always the "Old Folkie"
They say he's always bleedin'
But whenever somebody's needing him
He's the one who cares
It's always the "Old Folkie"
Whenever somethin's burning
Or a lesson needs some learning
Or a tide that needs some turning
To a better world somewhere
Yeah, the "Old Folkie's" there
What is the name that they're calling that man?
What is the name that they're calling that man?

Matacuervos
Composer(s): T. Méndez
Performer(s): Raphael



Paisaje de Campogrado
Todo es silencio y grandiosidad
Sólo el rumor de las aves
Rompe el arrullo de la soledad
Las nubes vienen sombreando
A Matacuervos que ya sanó
Torazo que fue indultado
Que nunca en la vida jamás les pidió
Matacuervos, Matacuervos
Por algo te puse así
Yo vi llevarse en tus cuernos
A cuervos traviesos cuando eras así
Matacuervos, Matacuervos
La plaza entera te vio llorar
Cuando bravo te negabas
Y tú no querías el ruedo dejar
La luna en el Campogrado
Mientras que alumbra rezando está
Verónicas de oro y seda
En Matacuervos pensando está
La niebla viene bajando
Con Matacuervos quiere jugar
Que así jugaban antaño
Cuando era un becerro
Becerro sin par

Old Flames (Can't Hold A Candle To You)
Composer(s): Pebe Sebert; Hugh Moffatt
Performer(s): Dolly Parton;
and various other artists



Downtown tonight, I saw an old friend, someone who 
I use to take comfort from long before I met you 
I caught a spark from his eyes of forgotten desire 
With a word, or a touch, I could have rekindled that fire

Old flames can't hold a candle to you 
No one can light up the night like you do 
Flickering embers of love 
I've known one or two 
But old flames can't hold a candle to you 

Sometimes at night, I think of old lovers I've known 
I remember how holding them helped me not feel so alone 
Then I feel you beside me and even their memories are gone 
Like stars in the night lost in the sweet light of dawn 

Old flames can't hold a candle to you 
No one can light up the night like you do 
Flickering embers of love 
I've known one or two 
But old flames can't hold a candle to you 
Old flames can't hold a candle to you 
Mmmm ......

Masterpiece
Composer(s): Kenny Nolan
Performer(s): Atlantic Starr



A simple touch of your hand
And everything is right
The gentle way you look at me
When we kiss goodnight
You've given me the freedom no other love has known
And now I thank you girl, thank you girl

The countless ways you've touched my heart
Is more than I can say
The beauty that you've shown to me
takes my breath away
A picture perfect painting, that's what our love is
And yes I need you so, and now I know

Chorus:
ooooh
I've found a masterpiece in you
a work of art it's true
And I treasure you my love
ooooh
I've found a masterpiece in you
a work of art it's true
And I treasure you

Sometimes I wonder what I'd be
Had I not found you
A least and lonely soul this world
could show me nothing new

But now my life's a canvas
painted with your love
And it will always be
And now I see

The two of us together
Through time will never pass
This fairy tale we shared
is real inside our hearts
let it be forever
never let it end
this promise I do make
Heaven is ours to take

Chorus

When I'm lost and insecure
you build me up and make me sure
that everything will turn out right
My love

Chorus

(This fairy tale we're sharing
is real inside our hearts
Let it be forever
never let it end)

Old Flame
Composer(s): Donna Lowery; Mac McAnally
Performer(s): Alabama; Lonzo & Oscar



I saw you staring at each other
I saw your eyes begin to glow
And I could tell you once were lovers
You ain't hidding nothing I don't know

There's an old flame, burning in your eyes
That tears can't drown, and make-up can't disguise
That old flame may not be stronger, but it's been burning longer
Than any spark I might have, started in your eyes

You said it ended when he left you
You say your love for him is gone
But those old memories still upset you
For I might be a memory before to long

There's an old flame, burning in your eyes
That tears can't drown, and make-up can't disguise
That old flame may not be stronger, but it's been burning longer
Than any spark I might have, started in your eyes

'Cause there's an old flame, burning in your eyes

Master Song
Composer(s): Leonard Cohen
Performer(s): Leonard Cohen



I believe that you heard your master sing
when I was sick in bed
I suppose that he told you everything
that I keep locked away in my head
Your master took you travelling
well at least that's what you said
And now do you come back to bring
your prisoner wine and bread?

You met him at some temple, where
they take your clothes at the door
He was just a numberless man in a chair
who'd just come back from the war
And you wrap up his tired face in your hair
and he hands you the apple core
Then he touches your lips now so suddenly bare
of all the kisses we put on some time before

And he gave you a German Shepherd to walk
with a collar of leather and nails
and he never once made you explain or talk
about all of the little details
such as who had a word and who had a rock
and who had you through the mails
Now your love is a secret all over the block
and it never stops not even when your master fails

And he took you up in his aeroplane
which he flew without any hands
and you cruised above the ribbons of rain
that drove the crowd from the stands
Then he killed the lights in a lonely Lane
and, an ape with angel glands
erased the final wisps of pain
with the music of rubber bands

And now I hear your master sing
you kneel for him to come
His body is a golden string
that your body is hanging from
His body is a golden string
my body has grown numb
Oh now you hear your master sing
your shirt is all undone

And will you kneel beside this bed
that we polished so long ago
before your master chose instead
to make my bed of snow?
Your eyes are wild and your knuckles are red
and you're speaking far too low
No I can't make out what your master said
before he made you go

Then I think you're playing far too rough
for a lady who's been to the moon
I've lain by this window long enough
to get used to an empty room
And your love is some dust in an old man's cough
who is tapping his foot to a tune
and your thighs are a ruin, you want too much
let's say you came back some time too soon

I loved your master perfectly
I taught him all that he knew
He was starving in some deep mystery
like a man who is sure what is true
And I sent you to him with my guarantee
I could teach him something new
and I taught him how you would long for me
no matter what he said no matter what you'd do

I believe that you heard your master sing
while I was sick in bed
I'm sure that he told you everything
I must keep locked away in my head
Your master took you travelling
well at least that's what you said
And now do you come back to bring
your prisoner wine and bread?

Old Fashioned Love
Composer(s): James P. Johnson; Cecil Mack
Performer(s): The Mills Brothers;
and various other artists



I’ve got that old-fashioned love in my heart
And there, it shall always remain
You’re like that old ivy vine
Cling a little closer all the time
Through the years, joy and tears, just the same

I’ve got that old-fashioned dream in my heart
And there it shall always be
Although the land may change to sea
It will never make any change in me
I’ve got that old-fashioned love in my heart

(Rep once more)

Master Of The Universe
Composer(s): Dave Brock; Nik Turner
Performer(s): Hawkwind



I am the centre of this universe
The wind of time is blowing through me
And it's all moving relative to me
It's all a figment of my mind
In a world that I've designed
I'm charged with cosmic energy
Has the world gone mad or is it me?

I am the creator of this universe
And all that it was meant to be
So that we might learn to see
This foolishness that lives in us
And stupidity that we must suss
How to banish from our minds
If you call this living I must be blind

(Old Dogs, Children And) Watermelon Wine
Composer(s): Tom T. Hall
Performer(s): Tom T. Hall;
and various other artists



"How old do you think I am," he said?
I said, well, I didn't know
He said, "I turned 65 about 11 months ago" 

I was sittin' in Miami, pouring blended whiskey down
When this old gray, black gentleman was cleaning up the lounge

There wasn't anyone around, except this old man and me
The guy who ran the bar was watching Ironside on TV
Uninvited, he sat down and opened up his mind
On old dogs and children and watermelon wine

"Ever had a drink of watermelon wine," he asked
He told me all about it, though I didn't answer back
"Ain't but three things in this world that's worth a solitary dime
But old dogs and children and watermelon wine" 

He said, "Women think about themselves, when men-folk ain't around
And friends are hard to find when they discover that you're down"
He said, "I tried it all when I was young and in my natural prime
Now it's old dogs and children and watermelon wine" 

"Old dogs care about you even when you make mistakes
God bless little children while they're still too young to hate"
When he moved away I found my pen and copied down that line
About old dogs and children and watermelon wine

I had to catch a plane up to Atlanta that next day
As I left for my room I saw him picking up my change
That night I dreamed in peaceful sleep of shady summertime
Of old dogs and children and watermelon wine

Master Mechanic
Composer(s): Godbold; Steve Prestage; Joe Shamwell
Performer(s): Johnny Winter



Oh, you say your Caddy ain't been driven right
Oh, you say you don't want that thing idling all night
Oh, let me work on it baby–I'll fix it up for you
I'll have your motor, purring like a kitten–girl when I get through

Don't you panic, don't you know I'm a master mechanic
Oh, darling don't you panic baby, cause oh, I'm a master mechanic

Oh you say your generator ain't a working too fine
You tell me you need your front end aligned
Yeah, you don't have to worry–I'll take care of that, ha
I'll start your radiator pump steaming, I'll adjust your thermostat

Darling don't you panic, you know I'm a master mechanic
Oh darling don't panic, you know I'm a...I'm a master mechanic 
(you know what I'm talking about)

You say you ain't had a good tune-up in a long, long while
I give you good service with a smile
I'll stop all your problems, if you let me under your hood
I'll change your oil, I'll fix it up–oh, I'll lubricate it good, ah

Don't you panic, oh, I'm a master mechanic
No don't you panic, 'cause I'm a master mechanic
I'm a master mechanic

Yes, and if you let me under your hood, baby–I'm gonna show you what I can do
Yeah
Yeah, I'm gonna fix your generator
Yeah, I'm gonna tune up that engine for you too

Put some acid in your battery
Put some air in your spare
I'm gonna get sassy with your chassis
You know what I'm talking about, honey

Old Dirt Road
Composer(s): John Lennon; Harry Nilsson
Performer(s): John Lennon; Harry Nilsson



Ain't no people on the old dirt road
No more weather on the old dirt road
But it's better than a mudslide, mama
When the dry spell comes, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, old dirt road

There ain't no difference on the old dirt road
Tarred and feathered on the old dirt road
It's like trying to shovel smoke
With a pitchfork in the wind, yeah

Breezin' through the desert on a hot summer day
I saw a human being lazy bonin' out in the hay
I said, "Hey, Mister Human, can you 'Rainmaker' too?"
He said, "I guess it's okay"
You know the only thing I need is water
Cool, clear water

Ain't no people on the old dirt road
No more weather on the old dirt road
But it's better than a mudslide, mama
When the morning comes, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, old dirt road

Ain't no difference on the road
Tarred and feathered on the old dirt road
Dirt road
Dirt road
Dirt road

Master Jack
Composer(s): David Markantonatos
Performer(s): Four Jacks And A Jill



It's a strange, strange world we live in, Master Jack
You taught me all I know and I'll never look back
It's a very strange world and I thank you, Master Jack

You took a colored ribbon from out of the sky
And taught me how to use it as the years went by
To tie up all your problems and make them look neat
And then to sell them to the people in the street

It's a strange, strange world we live in, Master Jack
You taught me all I know and I'll never look back
It's a very strange world and I thank you, Master Jack

I saw right through the way you started teaching me now
So some day soon you could get to use me somehow
I thank you very much and though you've been very kind
But I'd better move along before you change my mind

It's a strange, strange world we live in, Master Jack
You know how I feel as if I'll never come back
It's a very strange world and I thank you, Master Jack

You taught me all the things the way you'd like them to be
But I'd like to see if other people agree
It's all very interesting the way you disguise
But I'd like to see the world through my own eyes

It's a strange, strange world we live in, Master Jack
No hard feelings if I never come back
You're a very strange man and I thank you, Master Jack

You're a very strange man and I thank you, Master Jack
You're a very strange man and I thank you, Master Jack

Old Devil Moon
Composer(s): Burton Lane; E.Y. "Yip" Harburg
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra



I look at you and suddenly
Something in your eyes I see
Soon begins bewitching me
It's that old devil moon
That you stole from the skies
It's that old devil moon in your eyes

You and you glance
Make this romance
Too hot to handle
Stars in the night
Blazing their light
Can't hold a candle
To your razzle-dazzle

You've got me flyin' high and wide
On a magic carpet ride
Full of butterflies inside
Wanna cry, wanna croon
Wanna laugh like a loon
It's that old devil moon in your eyes

Just when I think, I'm
Free as a dove
Old devil moon
Deep in your eyes
Blinds me with love

Massachusetts
Composer(s): Barry Gibb; Maurice Gibb; Robin Gibb
Originally performed by: Bee Gees
Covered by various other artists



Feel I'm goin' back to Massachusetts
Something's telling me I must go home
And the lights all went out in Massachusetts
The day I left her standing on her own

Tried to hitch a ride to San Francisco
Gotta do the things I wanna do
And the lights all went out in Massachusetts
They brought me back to see my way with you

Talk about the life in Massachusetts
Speak about the people I have seen
And the lights all went out in Massachusetts
And Massachusetts is one place I have seen

I will remember Massachusetts...

Old Days Old Times Old Friends
Composer(s): Ray Parker
Performer(s): Freddy Cole



Holidays when they're near
Bring back thoughts we hold dear
Of old days, of old times and old friends

With each gift that is bought
Sent with it tender thoughts
Of old days, of old times and old friends

Wishing you the best is not enough on such a day
So I pray that you
Find all in life that's bright and gay

It's that time of the year
When each heart sheds a tear
For old days, for old times and old friends

(Instrumental Breaks)

It's that time of the year
When each heart sheds a tear
For old days, for old times and old friends
For old days, for old times and old friends

Massachusetts
Composer(s): Andy Razaf; Luckey Roberts
Performer(s): Anita O'Day
and various other artists



When the porter yells Massachusetts
I'll be there with bells, Massachusetts
Homesick as can be, Massachusetts
Only place for me, Massachusetts
Got a special date
With that New England State

How my heart will knock, Massachusetts
To see Plymouth Rock, Massachusetts
Want to roam around, Massachusetts
In Nantucket town, Massachusetts
I can hardly wait
I hope the train ain't late

You can't guess how much it means for me to be there
Childhood friends and childhood scenes for me to see there

`Neath blue skies above, Massachusetts
With the one I love, Massachusetts
Just like Jack and Jill, Massachusetts
We'll climb Bunker Hill, Massachusetts
Spread the news around
I'm Massachusetts bound

As you walk to Lexington, you think of glory
When those minute men were done, they left a story

Where they speak with ee's, Massachusetts
Boston if you pleese, Massachusetts
Where they can't say can't, Massachusetts
And where Aunt meets Aunt, Massachusetts
Spread the news around
I'm Massachusetts, Massachusetts bound

Old Days
Composer(s): James Pankow
Performer(s): Chicago



Old days
Good times I remember
Fun days
Filled with simple pleasures
Drive-in movies 
Comic books and blue jeans
Howdy Doody
Baseball cards and birthdays
Please take me back
To the world gone away
Memories
Seem like yesterday

Old days
Good times I remember
Gold days
Days I'll always treasure
Funny faces
Full of love and laughter 
Funny places
Summer nights and streetcars
Take me back
To the world gone away
Our good memories
Seem like yesterday

Old days ...

Masquerade
Composer(s): Charles Hart; Andrew Lloyd Webber;
Richard Stilgoe; Mike Batt
Performer(s): Andrew Lloyd Webber



The Staircase Of The Opera House:
(A gauze half conceals the tableau of guests at the opera ball
The guests (whom we cannot yet see clearly) are in fancy dress
A peacock, a lion, a dragon, Mephistopheles, a highwayman, a clown
knights, ladies, an executioner 
M. André enters
He is dressed as a skeleton in an opera cape 
Almost immediately M. Firmin arrives
He is also dressed as a skeleton in an opera cape 
The two skeletons see each other and approach nervously)

André
M'sieur Firmin?

Firmin:
M'sieur André?
(Each raises his mask to the other 
They recognise each other)

Firmin:
Dear André, what a splendid party!

André:
The prologue to a bright new year!

Firmin:
Quite a night!
I'm impressed!

Firmin:
Well, one does one's best ...

André/Firmin: (raising their glasses)
Here's to us!

Firmin:
I must say, all the same, that it's a shame that 'Phantom' fellow isn't here!

(The gauze lifts fully to reveal the staircase of the opera house 
The opera ball begins 
Among the guests are four carrying strange percussion instruments 
a monkey with cymbals, a toy soldier with a drum, a triangle, bells 
Together they play weirdly throughout)

Chorus:
Masquerade!
Paper faces on parade ...
Masquerade!
Hide your face, so the world will never find you!
Masquerade!
Every face a different shade ...
Masquerade!
Look around, there's another mask behind you!
Flash of mauve ...
Splash of puce ...
Fool and king ...
Ghoul and goose ...
Green and black ...
Queen and priest ...
Trace of rouge ...
Face of beast ...
Faces ...
Take your turn, take a ride on the merry-go-round ...
in an inhuman race ...
Eye of gold ...
Thigh of blue ...
True is false ...
Who is who ...?
Curl of lip ...
Swirl of gown ...
Ace of hearts ...
Face of clown ...
Faces ...
Drink it in, drink it up, till you've drowned
in the light ...
in the sound ...

Raoul/Christine:
But who can name the face ...?

All:
Masquerade!
Grinning yellows, spinning reds ...
Masquerade!
Take your fill - let the spectacle astound you!
Masquerade!
Burning glances, turning heads ...
Masquerade!
Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you!
Masquerade!
Seething shadows
breathing lies ...
Masquerade!
You can fool any friend who ever knew you!
Masquerade!
Leering satyrs, peering eyes ...
Masquerade!
Run and hide - but a face will still pursue you!

(The ensemble activity becomes background, as André, Firmin, 
Meg, Giry, Piangi and Carlotta come to the fore, glasses in hand)

Giry:
What a night

Meg:
What a crowd!

André:
Makes you glad!

Firmin:
Makes you proud!
All the creme de la creme!

Carlotta:
Watching us watching them!

Meg/Giry:
And all our fears are in the past!

André:
Six months ...

Piangi:
Of relief!

Carlotta:
Of delight!

André/Firmin:
Of Elysian peace!

Meg/Giry:
And we can breathe at last!

Carlotta:
No more notes!

Piangi:
No more ghost!

Giry:
Here's a health!

André:
Here's a toast: to a prosperous year!

Firmin:
To the new chandelier!

Piangi/Carlotta:
And may its splendour never fade!

Firmin:
Six months!

Giry:
What a joy!

Meg:
What a change!

Firmin/André:
What a blessed release!

André:
And what a masquerade!

(They clink glasses and move off 
Raoul and Christine emerge 
She is admiring a new acquisition: an engagement ring from Raoul 
which she has attached to a gold chain around her neck)

Christine:
Think of it!
A secret engagement!
Look - your future bride!
Just think of it!

Raoul:
But why is it secret?
What have we to hide?

Christine:
Please, let's not fight ...

Raoul:
Christine, you're free!

Christine:
Wait till the time is right ...

Raoul:
When will that be?
It's an engagement, not a crime!

Christine:
What are you afraid of?

Christine:
Let's not argue ...

Raoul:
Let's not argue ...

Christine:
Please pretend ...

Raoul:
I can only hope I'll ...

Christine:
You will ...

Both:
... understand
in time ...

(Dance section, in which Christine, almost coquettish almost jittery, goes from man to man 
But too many of her partners seem to be replicas of the Phantom 
and each spins her with increasing force
Eventually Raoul rescues her and holds her tightly 
He whirls her back into the dance, as the music heads towards its climax)

All:
Masquerade!
Paper faces on parade!
Masquerade!
Hide your face, so the world will never find you!
Masquerade!
Every face a different shade!
Masquerade!
Look around 
There's another mask behind you!
Masquerade!
Burning glances, turning heads ...
Masquerade!
Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you!
Masquerade!
Grinning yellows, spinning reds ...
Masquerade!
Take your fill - let the spectacle astound you

Old Dan's Records
Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot
Performer(s): Gordon Lightfoot; Mac Wiseman



Get out old Dan's records
Get out old Dan's records
We will dance the whole night long 
It's fun to play the old time songs 
If old Dan could see us now 
I know he'd be so proud 

Bring out old Dan's records 
Bring out old Dan's records 
I remember my Aunt Bea 
She'd dance with Dan till two or three 
If old Dan could see her now 
I know he'd shout out loud 

Dig out old Dan's records 
Bring out old Dan's records 
We're all here, we've all got dates 
We'll dance all night to the seventy-eights 
If old Dan could see us now 
I know he'd be so proud 
If old Dan was with us still 
I know he'd come around 

Get out old Dan's records 
Dig out old Dan's records 
Back to nineteen thirty-five 
The foxtrot, jitterbug and jive 
If old Dan could see us now 
I know he'd be so proud 

Get out old Dan's records 
Bring out old Dan's records 
High above the fireplace 
There's a smile on old Dan's face 
If old Dan could see us now 
I know he'd be so proud 
If old Dan was with us still 
I know he'd come around