Love Lies Bleeding
Composer(s): Elton John - Bernie Taupin
Performer(s): Elton John



The roses in the window box
Have tilted to one side
Everything about this house
Was born to grow and die

Oh it doesn't seem a year ago
To this very day
You said I'm sorry honey
If I don't change the pace
I can't face another day

And love lies bleeding in my hand
Oh it kills me to think of you with another man
I was playing rock and roll and you were just a fan
But my guitar couldn't hold you
So I split the band
Love lies bleeding in my hands

I wonder if those changes
Have left a scar on you
Like all the burning hoops of fire
That you and I passed through

You're a bluebird on a telegraph line
I hope you're happy now
Well if the wind of change comes down your way girl
You'll make it back somehow 

Mission In The Rain
Composer(s): Jerry Garcia; Robert Hunter
Performer(s): Jerry Garcia;
Emory Joseph; RatDog



I turn and walk away then I come 'round again
It looks as though tomorrow I'll do pretty much the same

I must turn down your offer but I'd like to ask a break
You know I'm ready to give everything for anything I take

Someone called my name you know I turned around to see
It was midnight in the Mission and the bells were not for me

Come again, walking along in the Mission in the rain
Come again, walking along in the Mission in the rain

Ten years ago, I walked this street my dreams were riding tall
Tonight I would be thankful Lord, for any dream at all

Some folks would be happy just to have one dream come true
But everything you gather is just more that you can lose

Come again, walking along in the Mission in the rain
Come again, walking along in the Mission in the rain

All the things I planned to do I only did half way
Tomorrow will be Sunday born of rainy Saturday

There's some satisfaction in the San Francisco rain
No matter what comes down the Mission always looks the same

Come again, walking along in the Mission in the rain

Games Without Frontiers
Composer(s): Peter Gabriel
Performer(s): Peter Gabriel; Pop Will Eat Itself



A one, two, one two four

Jeux sans frontières 
Jeux sans frontières
Jeux sans frontières
Jeux sans frontières

Hans plays with Lotte, Lotte plays with Jane
Jane plays with Willi, Willi is happy again
Suki plays with Leo, Sacha plays with Britt
Adolf builts a bonfire, Enrico plays with it

Whistling tunes we hide in the dunes by the seaside
Whistling tunes we're kissing baboons in the jungle

It's a knockout
If looks could kill, they probably will
In games without frontiers, war without tears
If looks could kill, they probably will
In games without frontiers, war without tears
Games without frontiers, war without tears

Jeux sans frontières 
Jeux sans frontières
Jeux sans frontières

André has a red flag, Chiang Ching's is blue
They all have hills to fly them on except for Lin Tai Yu
Dressing up in costumes, playing silly games
Hiding out in tree-tops shouting out rude names

Whistling tunes we hide in the dunes by the seaside
Whistling tunes we piss on the goons in the jungle

It's a knockout
If looks could kill they probably will
In games without frontiers, war without tears
If looks could kill they probably will
In games without frontiers, war without tears
Games without frontiers, war without tears

Jeux sans frontières (repeat to fade)

Love Letters In The Sand 
((Danish Version: Breve I Sandet (Gustav Winckler) - 1957))
Composer(s): Nick Kenny - Charles Kenny - J. Fred Coots
First release by: Dolly Dawn - 1931
Covered by multiple other artists



On a day like today
We pass the time away
Writing love letters in the sand

Oh, you laughed when I cried
Each time I saw the tide
Take our love letters in the sand

You made a vow that you would always be true
But somehow, that vow meant nothing to you

Now my poor heart just aches
With every wave that breaks
Over love letters in the sand 

Mission Bell
Composer(s): William Michael; Jesse Hodges
Performer(s): Donnie Brooks;
Gene Pitney; P.J. Proby



Say you love me
Say those three words and
I will give my love to you

My love is higher than a mission bell (how deep?)
Deeper than a wishing well (how strong?)
Stronger than a magic spell
My love, for you
It's wider than the widest sea (how long?)
Longer than a memory (How sweet?)
Sweeter than a honey tree
My love, uhmmm, for you

Give me your heart of gold
Your heavenly magic touch
To cherish have and hold
I need your love so much

Say you love me
Say those three words and
I will give my love to you

My love is warmer than a day in spring (how bright?)
Brighter than a diamond ring (how great?)
Greater than a mighty king
My love, for you
Is taller than the tallest tree (how soft?)
Softer than a summer breeze
Oh I ask you please
Give your love, your love
Sweet love to me

How high (ummm)
How deep (ummm)
How strong (ummm)
How wide (ummm)
How long (ummm)

Gamblin' Man
Composer(s): Woody Guthrie; Lonnie Donegan
Performer(s): Lonnie Donegan



I've gambled down in Washington 
And I've gambled up in Maine 
I'm going down into Georgia 
To knock down my last game 
I'm a gamblin' man man man 
I'm a gamblin' man 

Well I'd not been in Washington 
Many more weeks than three 
When I fell in love with a pretty little girl 
And she fell in love with me 
I'm a gamblin' man 
I'm a gamblin' man 

I'm a gamblin' man man man 
I'm a gamblin' man man man 
I'm a gamblin' man man man 
I'm a gamblin' man 

I'm a gamblin' man man man 
I'm a gamblin' man man man 
I'm a gamblin' man man man 
I'm a gamblin' man 

She took me in her parlour 
Cooled me with her fan 
She said oh mother, mother 
I'm in love with a gamblin' man 
He's a gamblin' man man man 
He's a gamblin' man 

She said oh daughter, daughter 
How could you treat me so 
Leave your poor old mother 
With that gambler go 
He's a gamblin' man man man 
He's a gamblin' man 

He's a gamblin' man man man 
He's a gamblin' man man man 
A gamblin' man man man 
He's a gamblin' man 

He's a gamblin' man man man 
He's a gamblin' man man man 
He's a gamblin' man man man 
He's a gamblin' man 

I would not marry a farmer 
He's always in the rain 
I'd rather marry a gamblin' man 
With a gold watch and chain 
He's a gamblin' man man man 
He's a gamblin' man 

And I'd never marry a railroad man 
Here's the reason why 
I've never known a railroad man 
Wouldn't tell his wife a life 
He's a gamblin' man man man 
He's a gamblin' man 

He's a gamblin' man man man 
He's a gamblin' man man man 
He's a gamblin' man man man 
He's a gamblin' man 

He's a gamblin' man man man 
He's a gamblin' man man man 
He's a gamblin' man man man 
He's a gamblin' man 

How about Jimmy 

He's a gamblin' man man man 
He's a gamblin' man man man 
He's a gamblin' man man man 
He's a gamblin' man 

How about 

I hear that train a-coming 
A-coming round the curve 
Whistling, a-screaming 
straining every nerve 
He's a gamblin' man man man 
He's a gamblin' man

Love Letters
Composer(s): Victor Young - Edward Heyman
First release by: Dick Haymes with Victor Young and His Orch. - 1945
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1968 - Lettere D'amore (The Renegades)
1992 - Je Schreef Een Brief (Elisa Waut)



Love letters straight from your heart
Keep us so near while apart
I'm not alone in the night
When I can have all the love you write

I memorize every line
And I kiss the name that you sign
And, darling, then I read again right from the start
Love letters straight from your heart

I memorize every line
And I kiss the name that you sign
And, darlin', then I read again right from the start
Love letters straight from your heart

Mi Manchi Tu
English Title: Missing You
Performer(s): Paola Turci
(Originally performed by: John Waite)



Non lo sai ma ci sei tu
In fondo a questo cuore
E poi ancora tu la cosa migliore
Che non ritroverò mai più
Così lontano perché
Io che ti vorrei vicino a me
Mi bevo un the
Vaniglia e lacrime
E un sapore di malinconia
È colpa tua o è colpa mia
Il fatto che tu non ci sia
Mi manchi tanto lo sai
Ma sei troppo lontano ormai
Non senti che ti chiamo
Ma non lo sai cos’è
Ti sto gridando ti amo
E allora perché
Perché guardo tra i dettagli
E non mi piaccio più comunque sia
Mi convinco che sono magica
E pronta per un’altra follia
E poi sbaglio e poi piango
E poi magari è colpa mia
Mi manchi tanto lo sai
Ma sei così lontano ormai
Non senti che ti chiamo
Ma cosa fai cos’è
Ti sto gridando ti amo
E allora perché
Perché la notte non perdona mai
E tu come me allora soffrirai
Ma sei così lontano io che ti vorrei
Ma dove sei? Dove sei?
Non senti che ti chiamo
Quando verrai dame
Ti sto gridando ti amo
Ecco cos’è è che
È che mi manchi tu
Oh mi manchi tu
Perché la notte non perdona mai
E mi sento sola ormai
Non senti che ti chiamo
Ma non lo sai cos’è
È che mi manchi tu
E allora ecco cos’è
Mi manchi tu
Oh mi manchi tu
Non senti che ti chiamo

Gambler's Blues
Composer(s): B.B. King; Johnny Pate
Performer(s): B.B. King;
and various other artists



I don't know what love is, but I think I must have it bad
Yeah, you I don't know what love is, people
whoah, but I think I must have it bad
Yeah, you know some people say love is just a gamble
but whatever it is, it's enough to drive old me mad

They say love is just a proposition, people
it's strictly a game of give and take
Yeah, they tell me love, love, love is a proposition
people, they say it's strictly a game of give and take
Whoah, but my woman took all I gave her 
and I'm here to tell to you that love proposition stuff 's a fake

Oh, I don't claim to be no gambler people
oh, I don't know much about the dice
Yes, I don't claim to be no gambler people
I tell you I don't know much about the dice
Oh, but I wait and my baby knows
she knows I'm not the kind who's gonna crap out twice

Yes, she left me early this mornin'
I don't know the reason why
She just got up early this mornin'
didn't even say good-bye
But I love you, I love you
you know I love you baby, although you made me cry
Yes, there are a lot of women who love me
oh, but how you satisfy

Love Land
Composer(s): Joe Sherman
Performer(s): Paul Anka



I'm gonna find me a plot of ground
That nobody else has ever found
In the middle of the desert or the deep blue sea
It doesn't make any difference to me
It'll be my new-found home
A country all of its own
It'll even go down in history

Oh oh oh
I'll build a Love Land for you and me
A Love Land for the world to see
No strings attached, no normalities
No cost in money, you can get it free
So pack your heart and hurry up
And see what I'm talking about
You'd better hurry up and get here soon
Before I'm all sold out

A true true love and honesty
That's gonna be my policy
We'll be members of the United Nations
Oh what we'll do to foreign relations
Everybody's gonna say
"Hip hip hip hooray
For Lovey-Lovey-Love, Love Land, USA!"

Oh oh oh
I'll build a Love Land for you and me
A Love Land for the world to see
No strings attached, no normalities
No cost in money, you can get it free
So pack your heart and hurry up
And see what I'm talking about
You'd better hurry up and get here soon
Before I'm all sold out

You'd better hurry up and get here soon
Before I'm all sold out

Missing You
Italian Title: Mi Manchi Tu
Composer(s): Mark Leonard; Charles Sandford; John Waite
Originally performed by: John Waite
Covered by various other artists



Everytime I think of you, I always catch my breath
And I'm still standing here, and you're miles away
And I'm wonderin' why you left
And there's a storm that's raging through my frozen heart tonight

I hear your name in certain circles, and it always makes me smile
I spend my time thinkin' about you, and it's almost driving me wild
And there's a heart that's breaking down this long distance line tonight

I ain't missing you at all since you've been gone away
I ain't missing you, no matter what I might say

There's a message in the wire, and I'm sending you this signal tonight
You don't know how desperate I've become
And it looks like I'm losing this fight
In your world I have no meaning, though I'm trying hard to understand
And it's my heart that's breaking down this long distance line tonight

Chorus:
I ain't missing you at all since you've been gone away
I ain't missing you, no matter what my friends say

And there's a message that I'm sending out, like a telegraph to your soul
And if I can't bridge this distance, stop this heartbreak overload

(chorus)

I ain't missing you, I ain't missing you, I can lie to myself

And there's a storm that's raging through my frozen heart tonight

(chorus)

Ain't missing you, I ain't missing you
I ain't missing you, I can lie to myself
Ain't missing you, I ain't missing you
I ain't missing you, I ain't missing you
I ain't missing you, I ain't missing you, ain't missing you, oh no
No matter what my friends might say, I ain't missing you...

Gamble Gold (Robin Hood)
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Steeleye Span



There chanced to be a pedlar bold
A pedlar bold he chanced to be
He rolled his pack all on his back
And he came tripping o'er the sea

By chance he met two troublesome blades
Troublesome blades they chanced to be
One of them was Robin Hood
The other was little John so free

Chorus
Gentlemen on high born blood
Gamble Gold and Robin Hood

``Oh pedlar, pedlar what's in the pack
Come speedily and tell to me''
``I've several suits of the gay green silk
And silken bow strings two of three''

``If you have suits of the gay green silk
And silken bow strings two of three''
``Then by my body'' cries Robin Hood
``Half your pack belongs to me''

Chorus

``Oh no, oh no,'' says the pedlar bold
``No that can never be
There's never a man in Nottingham
Can take one half my pack from me!''

The Robin Hood he drew his sword
And the pedlar by his pack did stand
They fought 'till the blood in streams did flow
And he cried ``Pedlar hold hold your hand''

Chorus

``Oh pedlar, pedlar what's thy name
Come speedily and tell to me''
``I'm Gamble Gold of the gay green woods
I've travelled far beyond the sea''

``If you're Gamble Gold of the gay green woods
Then my cousin you must be
Let us away to a tavern near
And bottles crack most merrily''

Chorus

Love Itself
Composer(s): Leonard Cohen - Sharon Robinson
Performer(s): Leonard Cohen; Sharon Robinson



The light came through the window
Straight from the sun above
And so inside my little room
There plunged the rays of Love

In streams of light I clearly saw
The dust you seldom see
Out of which the Nameless makes
A Name for one like me

I'll try to say a little more
Love went on and on
Until it reached an open door

Then Love Itself
Love Itself was gone

All busy in the sunlight
The flecks did float and dance
And I was tumbled up with them
In formless circumstance

I'll try to say a little more
Love went on and on
Until it reached an open door

Then Love Itself
Love Itself was gone

Then I came back from where I'd been
My room, it looked the same 

But there was nothing left between
The Nameless and the Name

All busy in the sunlight
The flecks did float and dance
And I was tumbled up with them
In formless circumstance

I'll try to say a little more
Love went on and on
Until it reached an open door

Then Love itself
Love Itself was gone
Love Itself was gone

Missing You
Composer(s): Lionel Richie
Performer(s): Diana Ross



Since you've been away
I've been down and lonely
Since you've been away
I've been thinking of you
Trying to understand
The reason you left me
What were you going through?

I'm missing you
Tell me why the road turns
Ooh ooh
I'm missing you
Tell me why the road turns

As I look around 
I see things that remind me
Just to see you smile
Made my heart fill with joy
I'll still recall
All those dreams we shared together
Where did you run to, boy?

I'm missing you
Tell me why the road turns
Ooh ooh
I'm missing you
Tell me why the road turns

Sometimes I've wondered
I didn't understand
Just where you were trying to go
Only you knew the plan
And I tried to be there
But you wouldn't let me in

But now you've gone away boy
I feel so broken hearted
I knew the day we started
That we were meant to be
If only you'd let me!
I've cried so many tears
Gotta face now all my fears
We let time slip away
I need you boy
Here today!

There was so much you gave me
To my heart
To my soul
There was so much of your dreams
That were never told
You had so much hope
For a brighter day
Why were you my flower
Plucked away

I'm missing you
Tell me why the road turns
Ooh ooh
I'm missing you
Tell me why the road turns

Gambella (The Gamblin' Lady)
Composer(s): Terry Gilkyson
Performer(s): Frankie Laine & Jo Stafford



(Gambella, Gambella, Gambella,
Gambella, the Gamblin' Lady)

Frankie Laine:
Oh, I'm a two-fisted gambler
I've travelled this country afar
From River to highway, I make 'em play my way
From peanuts to cold caviar

I'm cool as a shark in the water
My luck is my own to command
But I got no home, or a place for a woman
Who bluffs me right out of my hand

(Gambella, Gambella)
Gambella, the Gamblin' Lady
(She carries her umbrella)
To cover a past that is shady
Gambella, Gambella, Gambella,
Gambella, the Gamblin' Lady

Jo Stafford:
Oh, gamblin' is my profession
I travel all over the land
From roulette to Reno, from Reno to keno
The jokers eat out of my hand

The dice roll at my direction
In poker, I win at a glance
But more satisfying and more gratifying
is takin' a chance on romance

(Gambella, Gambella)
Gambella, the Gamblin' Lady
(She carries her umbrella)
To cover a past that is shady
Gambella, Gambella, Gambella, Gambella,
Gambella, the Gamblin' Lady

Frankie Laine:
The girls all gather around me
They fall for my slick city ways
But if I go courtin', the diamond I'm sportin'
Will be holdin' up one of her stays

Jo Stafford:
Oh, he's a two-fisted gambler
But now I don't think he can stand
He's been double-crossed, he gambled and lost
And I got a ring on my hand

JS: Don't gamble on love, my boy
FL: Gambella, Gambella
JS: Don't gamble on love
FL: Gambella, the Gamblin' Lady
JS: Shoot for a seven
FL: She carries her umbrella
JS: And wait for eleven
FL: To cover a past that is shady
JS: But don't ever gamble on love

Gambella, Gambella, Gambella
Gambella, the Gamblin' Lady
Gambella, Gambella, Gambella,
Gambella, the Gamblin' Lady

Gambella, the Gamblin' Lady

Love Isn't Easy (But It Sure Is Hard Enough)
Composer(s): Benny Andersson - Björn Ulvaeus
Performer(s): ABBA



Do you remember the first time, and all of your sweet sweet talk
Ain't heard it a lot since then love
Now look at that guy, he's making me cry
He leaves everybody and he only says goodbye
But if I would have to choose I wouldn't let you go
Just give it some more time and you will see our love will grow
Darling I know

We gotta have patience
Love isn't just a sensation
Some of the time it gets rough
Love isn't easy but it sure is hard enough
(Sweet sweet, our love is bitter-sweet)
Giving love is a reason for living
But a few things can be tough
Love isn't easy but it sure is hard enough
(Sweet sweet, our love is bitter-sweet)

From the first moment I saw you I've treated you like a queen
I've given you lots of presents
Now listen to that, just look at that cat
You'd think he was an angel but he's talking through his hat
But if I would have to choose I wouldn't let you go
Just give it some more time and you will see our love will grow
Darling I know

We gotta have patience
Love isn't just a sensation
Some of the time it gets rough
Love isn't easy but it sure is hard enough
(Sweet sweet, our love is bitter-sweet)
Giving
(Sweet sweet, our love is bitter-sweet)
Love is a reason for living
(Sweet sweet, our love is bitter-sweet)
But a few things can be tough
Love isn't easy but it sure is hard enough
(Sweet sweet, our love is bitter-sweet)

Patience (Sweet sweet, our love is bitter-sweet)
Love isn't just a sensation
(Sweet sweet, our love is bitter-sweet)
Some of the time it gets rough
Love isn't easy but it sure is hard enough
(Sweet sweet, our love is bitter-sweet)
Giving
(Sweet sweet, our love is bitter-sweet)
Love is a reason for living
(Sweet sweet, our love is bitter-sweet)
But a few things can be tough
Love isn't easy but it sure is hard enough ...

Missing In Action
Composer(s): Helen Kays; Arthur Q. Smith
Performer(s): Ernest Tubb; 
Jim Eanes & His Shenandoah Valley Boys



The warships had landed and I came ashore
the fighting was over for me evermore
For I had been wounded, they left me for dead
a stone for my pillow and snow for my bed
The enemy found me and took me away
and made me a prisoner of war so they say
but God in his mercy was with me one day
the gate was left open and I ran away

I returned to the old home, my sweet wife to see
the home I had built for my darling and me
The door was left open and there on a stand
I waw a picture of her and a man
The clothes she was wearing told me a sad tale
my darling was wearing a new bridal veil
Then I found a letter and these words I read
"Missing in Action" 
She thought I was dead

So I kissed her picture and whispered good-bye
my poor heart was breading but my eyes were dry
I know she'd be happy if she never learned
I know she must never know I had returned
A vagabond dreamer forever I'll roam
because there was no one to welcome me home
The face of my darling no more will I see
for Missing in Action for ever I'll be

Galway Bay
Composer(s): Arthur Colahan
Performer(s): Johnny Cash;
and various other artists



If you ever go across the sea to Ireland
Then maybe at the closing of your day
You will sit and watch the moonrise over Claddagh
And see the sun go down on Galway Bay
Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream
The women in the meadows making hay
And to sit beside a turf fire in the cabin
And watch the barefoot gossoons at their play
For the breezes blowing over the seas from Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather as they blow
And the women in the uplands digging praties 
Speak a language that the strangers do not know
For the strangers came and tried to teach their way
They scorned us just for being what we are
But they might as well go chasing after moonbeams
Or light a penny candle from a star
And if there is going to be a life hereafter
And somehow I am sure there's going to be
I will ask my God to let me make my heaven
In that dear land across the Irish Sea

Love Is The Thing
Composer(s): Ned Washington - Victor Young
Performer(s): Ethel Waters 
and multiple other artists



My darling all around us people clamour
They're striving for the thing they'll never own
The only thing that hasn't lost its glamour
Is love, and love alone

What does it matter if we're rich or we're poor
Fortune and fame they never endure
For love is the thing, love is the thing

What good is money if your heart isn't light
And here in your arms I'm wealthy tonight
When youth has its fling, love is the thing

While others fight for power
We can walk among the flowers
Knowing that the best thing in life
Is the thing that is free
Love for you and me

And even though our castles crumble and fall
We have the right to laugh at them all
For love is still king, love is the thing

While others fight for power
We can walk among the flowers
Knowing that the best thing in life
Is the thing that is free
Love for you and me

And even though our castles crumble and fall
We have the right to laugh at them all
For love is still king, love is the thing

Missing
Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers



Panique chez les producteurs
Plus aucune nouvelle du chanteur
Personne aux fumeries d'opium
Au fond du 13ème, dans le gang des gongs
Personne chez les salseros
Les fumeurs de crack latinos
Idem dans le ganja system
Chez les rastamen de la plaine

Disparu, l'animal, sur les traces d'une perverse
Qui bougeait bien les fesses
Disparu, en cavale, parti avec la caisse
Sans laisser d'adresse

Personne dans les nuits douteuses
Des banquettes en skaï des gagneuses
Motus chez le Président
Madame a gardé des penchants
Silence chez les Parisiens
Mais la gauche caviar ne sait vraiment rien
C'est sûr qu'il s'est fait la belle
Sous le nez des balances de Pradel

Disparu, l'animal, sur les traces d'une perverse
Qui bougeait bien les fesses
Perdu de vue, en cavale, parti avec la caisse
Sans laisser d'adresse

Sourires chez les scélérats
Chez les bookmakers, les malfrats
Ramdam chez les Siciliens
Mais ils ne parlent pas, tu sais bien
Silence dans les stands de tir
Y a vraiment personne qui l'a vu partir?
Questions sur le faux passeport
Mais le ministère fait le mort

Disparu, l'animal, sur les traces d'une perverse
Qui bougeait bien les fesses
Disparu, en cavale, parti avec la caisse
Sans laisser d'adresse

Disparu, l'animal, sur les traces d'une perverse
Qui bougeait bien les fesses
Disparu, en cavale, parti avec la caisse
Sans laisser d'adresse