Mathilda
Composer(s): Francis Lemarque; Marie Cowan
Performer(s): Yves Montand



Le vent du passé me murmure un conte effacé
Eveillant mes amours fanées
Valse du souvenir, mélodie des désirs oubliés
Quand vous dansiez Mathilda, pour moi
Valsez Mathilda
Valsez Mathilda
Charmant fantôme de mes jours fleuris
Tourbillon parfumé
En valsant vous étiez si jolie
Quand vous dansiez Mathilda, pour moi

Comme un vent léger qui passe et ne revient jamais
En souriant m'avez quitté
J'ai retrouvé ce soir le chemin des Espoirs envolés
Quand vous dansiez Mathilda, pour moi
Où êtes-vous Mathilda?
Où êtes-vous Mathilda?
Où dansez-vous Mathilda, sans moi?
Si jolie vous étiez
Hélas ! Jamais plus ne me reviendrez
Quand vous dansiez Mathilda, pour moi

Si jolie vous étiez
Hélas! Jamais plus ne me reviendrez
Quand vous dansiez Mathilda, pour moi

Old Hippie
Composer(s): David Bellamy
Performer(s): The Bellamy Brothers



He turned thirty-five last Sunday
In his hair he found some gray
But he still ain't changed his lifestyle
He likes it better the old way
So he grows a little garden in the back yard by the fence
He's consuming what he's growing nowadays in self defense
He get's out there in the twilight zone
Sometimes when it just don't make no sense

He gets off on country music
Cause disco left him cold
He's got young friends into new wave
Buts he's just too friggin old
And he dreams at night of Woodstock
And the day John Lennon died
How the music made him happy
And the silence made him cry
Yea he thinks of John sometimes
And he has to wonder why

Chorus:
He's an old hippie
And he don't know what to do
Should he hang on to the old
Should he grab on to the new
He's an old hippie
His new life is just a bust
He ain't trying to change nobody
He just trying real hard to adjust

He was sure back in the sixties
That everyone was hip
Then they sent him off to Vietnam
On his senior trip
And they forced him to become a man
While he was still a boy
And in each wave of tragedy
He waited for the joy
Now this world may change around him
But he just can't change no more

Chorus

Well he stays away a lot now
From the parties and the clubs
And he's thinking while he's joggin' 'round
Sure is glad he quit the hard drugs
Cause him and his kind get more endangered everyday
And pretty soon the species
Will just up and fade away
Like the smoke from that torpedo
Just up and fade away

Mathilda
Composer(s): George Khoury; Huey Thierry
Originally performed by: Cookie & the Cupcakes
Covered by various other artists



My love for you will always be
Just a faded memory
Yes I've cried and cried for you
Yes no matter what you do
You gave me love when there was none
You know you're the only one
Yes I've cried and cried in vain
I want my baby back again
Mathilda I've cried and cried for you
Oh no matter what you do
Yes I've cried and cried in vain
I want my baby back again
Piano Solo
Oh Mathilda I've cried and cried for you
Oh darlin' it don't matter what you do
Yes I've cried and cried in vain
Lord I wan't my baby back again
Come on home baby!

Old Friends
Composer(s): Paul Simon
Performer(s): Simon & Garfunkel;
and various other artists



Old friends, old friends
Sat on their parkbench like bookends 
A newspaper blown through the grass 
Falls on the round toes 
of the high shoes of the old friends 
Old friends, winter companions, the old men 
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset 
The sounds of the city sifting through trees 
Settle like dust on the shoulders of the old friends

Can you imagine us years from today
Sharing a parkbench quietly 
How terribly strange to be seventy 

Old friends, memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fears

Matchstalk Men And Matchstalk Cats And Dogs
Composer(s): B. Burke; M. Coleman
Performer(s): Brian & Michael
and various other artists



He painted Salford's smokey tops 
On cardboard boxes from the shops 
And parts of Ironcoats where I used to play 
I'm sure he once walked down our street 
'Cause he painted kids who had nowt on their feet 
The clothes we wore had all seen better days

Now they said his works of art were dull 
No room, all round the walls are full 
But Lowry didn't care much anyway 
They said he just paints cats and dogs 
And matchstalk men in boots and clogs 
And Lowry said that's just the way they'll stay 

And he painted matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs 
He painted kids on the corner of the street with the sparking clogs 
Now he takes his brush and he waits outside them factory gates 
To paint his matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs 

Now canvas and brushes were wearing thin 
When London started calling him 
To come on down and wear the old flat cap 
They said tell us all about your ways 
And all about them Salford days 
Is it true you're just an ordinary chap 

And he painted matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs 
He painted kids on the corner of the street with the sparking clogs 
Now he takes his brush and he waits outside them factory gates 
To paint his matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs 

Now Lowries hang upon the wall 
Beside the greatest of them all 
And even the Mona Lisa takes a bow 
This tired old man with hair like snow 
Told northern folk its time to go 
The fever came and the good Lord mopped his brow 

And he left us matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs 
He left us kids on the corner of the street with sparking clogs 
Now he takes his brush and he waits outside them pearly gates 
To paint his matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs 

And he left us matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs 
He left us kids on the corner of the street with sparking clogs 
Now he takes his brush and he waits outside them pearly gates 
To paint his matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs 

And he left us matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs 
He left us kids on the corner of the street with sparking clogs 
Now he takes his brush and he waits outside them pearly gates 
To paint his matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs 

And he left us matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs 
He left us kids on the corner of the street with sparking clogs 
Now he takes his brush and he waits outside them pearly gates 
To paint his matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs

Old Friends
Composer(s): Roger Miller
Performer(s): Roger Miller; Willie Nelson



Old friends, pitching pennies in the park 
Playing croquet 'til it's dark, old friends 
Mmm old friends, swapping lies of lives and loves 
Pitching popcorn to the doves, old friends 

Old friends, looking up to watch a bird 
Holding arms to climb a kerb, old friends 
Old friends, lord when all my work is done 
Bless my life and grant me one, old friend 
At least one, old friend 

Old friends, looking up to watch a bird 
Holding arms to climb a kerb, old friends 
Old friends, lord when all my work is done 
Bless my life and grant me one, old friend 
At least one, old friend

Matchmaker
Composer(s): Sheldon Harnick; Jerry Bock



Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match
Find me a find, catch me a catch
Matchmaker, matchmaker, look through your book
And make me a perfect match

Matchmaker, matchmaker, I'll bring the veil
You bring the groom, slender and pale
Bring me a ring, for I'm longing to be
The envy of all I see

For Papa, make him a scholar
For Mama, make him rich as a king
For me, well, I wouldn't holler
If her were as handsome as anything

Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match
Find me a find, catch me a catch
Night after night, in the dark, I'm alone
So, find me a match of my own

Old Friends
Composer(s): Stephen Sondheim
Performer(s): Liza Minnelli;
and various other artists



Hey old friend 
are you ok old friend 
what'll you say old friend 
are we or are we unique 
time goes by 
everything else keeps changing 
you and I we get continued next week 
most friends fade 
or they don't make the grade 
new ones are quickly made 
and in a pinch, sure they'll do 
but us old friends 
what's to discuss old friend 
here's to us 
who's like us 
damn few

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