The Dying Mine Brakeman (aka The True And Trembling Brakeman)
Performer(s): Orville J. Jenks



Listen now while I tell you
Of a story you do not know
Of a true and trembling brakeman
And to heaven he did go
Do you see that train-a-coming
Oh, it's (?through) old Ninety-nine
Oh, she's puffing and a-blowing
For you know she is behind
See that true and trembling brakeman
As he signals to the cab
There is but one chance for him
And that is to grab
See that true and trembling brakeman
As the cars go rushing by
If he miss that yellow freight car
He is almost sure to die
See that true and trembling brakeman
As he falls beneath the train
He had not one moment's warning
Before he fell beneath the train

See the brave young engineerman
At the age of twenty-one
Stepping down from upon his engine
Crying, "Now what have I done!"
"Is it true I killed a brakeman
Is it true that he is dying?
Lord, you know I tried to save him
But I could not stop in time"
See the car wheels rolling o'er him
O'er his mangled body 'n' head
See his sister bending o'er him
Crying, "Brother, are you dead?"
Sighing, "Sister, yes, I'm dying
Going to a better shore
Oh, my body's on a pathway
I can never see no more
"Sister, when you see my brother
These few words to him I send
Tell him never to venture braking
If he does, his life will end"
These few words were sadly spoken
Folding his arms across his breast
And his heart now ceased beating
And his eyes were closed in death 

Carve That Possum (aka "An Opposum Hunt", "Possum Meat", "Carve Dat Possum", "Possum Pie")
Composer(s): Sam Lucas
Performer(s): Uncle Dave Macon
and multiple other artists



Possum meat is good an' sweet
Carve him to de heart
I always finds it good to eat
Carve him to de heart
Carve dat possum!
Carve dat possum!
Carve dat possum!
Oh charve 'im to de heart!
My dog tree, I went to see
Carve him to de heart
A great big possum up dat tree
Carve him to de heart
I retch up an' pull him in
Carve him to de heart
Dat ol' possum 'gin to grin
Carve him to de heart
I tuck him home an' dressed him off
Carve him to de heart
Dat night I laind him in de' fros'
Carve him to de heart
De way I cooked dat possum sound
Carve him to de heart
I fust parboiled, den baked him brown
Carve him to de heart
I put sweet taters in de pan
Carve him to de heart
'Twas de bigges' eatin' in de lan'
Carve him to de heart

Flores Nocturnas
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez



Se abren las flores nocturnas de quinta avenida
para esos pobres señores que van al hotel
flores que rompen en la oscuridad
flores de guiños de complicidad
flores silbando suicidios
flores de aroma fatal

Qué jardinero ha sembrado la quinta avenida
con variedad tan precisa de nocturnidad
cuál es su especie y cuál su país
qué fino abono nutrió su raíz
dándoles tono silvestre
dónde estará su matriz

Flores que cruzan las puertas prohibidas
flores que saben lo que no sabré
flores que ensartan su sueño de vida
en guirnaldas sin fe
flores de sábanas con ojos
flores desechables
campanillas del antojo
flores comiendo sobras del amor

Brotan, rebotan, explotan por quinta avenida
son arrancadas y parten con aire veloz
dicen que es duro el oficio de flor
cuando sus pétalos se ajan al sol
pálidas flores nocturnas
flores de la decepción

Flores que cruzan las puertas prohibidas
que saben lo que no sabré
que ensartan su sueño de vida
en guirnaldas sin fe
flores de sábanas con ojos
flores desechables
campanillas del antojo
flores sin primavera ni estación
flores comiendo sobras del amor

The True And Trembling Brakeman (aka The Dying Mine Brakeman)
Performer(s): Orville J. Jenks



Listen now while I tell you
Of a story you do not know
Of a true and trembling brakeman
And to heaven he did go
Do you see that train-a-coming
Oh, it's (?through) old Ninety-nine
Oh, she's puffing and a-blowing
For you know she is behind
See that true and trembling brakeman
As he signals to the cab
There is but one chance for him
And that is to grab
See that true and trembling brakeman
As the cars go rushing by
If he miss that yellow freight car
He is almost sure to die
See that true and trembling brakeman
As he falls beneath the train
He had not one moment's warning
Before he fell beneath the train

See the brave young engineerman
At the age of twenty-one
Stepping down from upon his engine
Crying, "Now what have I done!"
"Is it true I killed a brakeman
Is it true that he is dying?
Lord, you know I tried to save him
But I could not stop in time"
See the car wheels rolling o'er him
O'er his mangled body 'n' head
See his sister bending o'er him
Crying, "Brother, are you dead?"
Sighing, "Sister, yes, I'm dying
Going to a better shore
Oh, my body's on a pathway
I can never see no more
"Sister, when you see my brother
These few words to him I send
Tell him never to venture braking
If he does, his life will end"
These few words were sadly spoken
Folding his arms across his breast
And his heart now ceased beating
And his eyes were closed in death

Caruso
((Adapted from: Caruso (Lucio Dalla) - 1986))
Composer(s): Lucio Dalla - Rafael Trabuchelli
Performer(s): Mireille Mathieu - 1989

Versions In Other Languages:
1989 - Caruso (French Version) (Mireille Mathieu)
1994 - Nu Jij Hier Niet Meer Bent (André Hazes)
1996 - Za Mene Ne Postoji Druga (Dragan Stojnic)
1997 - Caruso (Spanish/Italian Version) (Ana Belén & Lucio Dalla)
2003 - Wat Is Er Fout Gegaan (Gary Hagger)
2007 - Kol Tu Šalia Buvai (Merunas)
2009 - Keines Menschen Auge (Stefan Gwildis)



Donde brillan los mares y sopla fuerte el viento
En el viejo balcón frente al Golfo de Sorrento
Un hombre abraza a una mujer sin contener el llanto
Se despide una vez más, vuelve a empezar el canto

Te quiero tanto amor
Te quiero tanto y sabes bien
Que dentro de mi piel
Hoy siento más que nunca tu calor

Una luz entre las sombras, el brillo de una estrella
Va dejando larga estela como espuma tras el barco
Una vieja melodía se escucha en el gran piano
Llena de melancolía, canción que recuerda tanto
Todo gira en torno a él, han pasado largos años
Hay lágrimas en sus ojos, vuelve a empezar el canto

Te quiero tanto amor
Te quiero tanto y sabes bien
Que dentro de mi piel
Hoy siento más que nunca tu calor

Pronto llegará a su tierra, a su patria tan querida
Deja en América gloria y el eco de su voz divina
Le acompaña la mirada de unos ojos muy cercanos
Que le ayudan a olvidar ese mundo que ha dejado
Todo queda más allá, los triunfos y los fracasos
Solo sueños de un ayer, como espuma tras el barco
Todo tiene su final, pero el no quiere ya pensarlo
Ya no habrá más despedidas, vuelve a empezar el canto

Te quiero tanto amor
Te quiero tanto y sabes bien
Que dentro de mi piel
Hoy siento más que nunca tu calor

Te quiero tanto amor
Te quiero tanto y sabes bien
Que dentro de mi piel
Hoy siento más que nunca tu calor

Florecita
French & Italian Titles:
Petite Fleur; Fiorellino
Composer(s): Sidney Bechet; B. Molar
Performer(s): Sidney Bechet



Yo arranque
del jardín del amor una pequeña flor
que en mi pecho guardé
Talismán 
que me hablaba de ti, que cuidaba de mi 
en el bien y en el mal, pero se marchito 
y perdió su poder
porque ya tu querer murió 
De ese amor, que era mi sueño azul 
sólo me quedas tú, pequeña flor 
Te guardaré toda una eternidad 
te besaré cuando quiera otra vez soñar 
pues de aquel sueño de juventud 
sólo me quedas tú pequeña flor

The Dying Californian
Composer(s): John Renfro Davis



Lay up nearer, brother, nearer
For my limbs are growing cold
And thy presence seemeth nearer
When thine arms around me fold
I am dying, brother, dying
Soon you'll miss me in your berth
For my form will soon be lying
Beneath the ocean's briny surf

Tell my father when you see him
That in death I prayed for him
Prayed that I might only meet him
In a world that's free from sin
Tell my mother, God assist her
Now that she is growing old
That her child would glad have kissed her
When his lips grew pale and cold

Listen, brother, catch each whisper
'Tis my wife I speak of now
Tell, oh tell her how I missed her
When the fever burned my brow
Tell her she must kiss my children
Like the kiss I last impressed
Hold them as when last I held them
Held them closely to my breast

It was for them I crossed the ocean
What my hopes were I'll not tell
But they gained an orphan's portion
Yet He doeth all things well
Tell them I have reached the haven
Where I sought the precious dust
And I gained a port called Heaven
Where the gold will never rust

Caruso
Composer(s): Lucio Dalla
First release by: Lucio Dalla - 1986
Covered by multiple other artists


Versions In Other Languages:
1989 - Caruso (French Version) (Mireille Mathieu)
1989 - Caruso (Spanish Version) (Mireille Mathieu)
1994 - Nu Jij Hier Niet Meer Bent (André Hazes)
1996 - Za Mene Ne Postoji Druga (Dragan Stojnic)
1997 - Caruso (Spanish/Italian Version) (Ana Belén & Lucio Dalla)
2003 - Wat Is Er Fout Gegaan (Gary Hagger)
2007 - Kol Tu Šalia Buvai (Merunas)
2009 - Keines Menschen Auge (Stefan Gwildis)



Qui dove il mare luccica
e tira forte il vento
su una vecchia terrazza davanti al golfo di Sorrento
un uomo abbraccia una ragazza
dopo che aveva pianto
poi si schiarisce la voce e ricomincia il canto

Te voglio bene assai
ma tanto tanto bene sai
e' una catena ormai
che scioglie il sangue dint' e' vene sai

Vide le luci in mezzo al mare
pensò alle notti la in America
ma erano solo le lampare
e la bianca scia di un'elica
sentì il dolore nella musica
si alzò dal Pianoforte
ma quando vide la luna uscire da una nuvola
gli sembrò più dolce anche la morte
Guardò negli occhi la ragazza
quegli occhi verdi come il mare
poi all'improvviso uscì una lacrima
e lui credette di affogare

Te voglio bene assai
ma tanto tanto bene sai
e' una catena ormai
e scioglie il sangue dint'e vene sai

Potenza della lirica
dove ogni dramma e' un falso
che con un po' di trucco e con la mimica
puoi diventare un altro
Ma due occhi che ti guardano
così vicini e veri
ti fanno scordare le parole
confondono i pensieri

Così diventò tutto piccolo
anche le notti la in America
ti volti e vedi la tua vita
come la scia di un'elica

Ah si, e' la vita che finisce
ma lui non ci pensò poi tanto
anzi si sentiva felice
e ricominciò il suo canto

Te voglio bene assai
ma tanto tanto bene sai
e' una catena ormai
che scioglie il sangue dint'e vene sai 
(2 volte)

Flor De Un Día
Composer(s): S. Marti
Performer(s): Raphael



Flor de un dia nada mas
Solo fueron para mi
Tus caricias y tus besos
En mi afan de conseguir
Todo un mundo de placer
De caprichos y deseos

Flor de un dia nada mas
Fue tu amor que alimente
Con mis locos sentimientos
Del que yo trate de huir
Sin poder lograr jamas
Apartarlo de mis sueños

Perdona mi manera de pensar
Perdona, se que todo lo hice mal
Perdona, si aun es tiempo de olvidar
Y ahora dime que si
Que a mi lado otra vez volveras

Flor de un dia nada mas
Fue el perfume de tu piel
En contacto con mi cuerpo
Una simple vanidad
Un deseo de gozar
Y apurar cada momento

Flor de un dia nada mas
Fue tu amor que alimente
Con mis locos sentimientos
Al que intento confesar
Hoy despues de tanto andar
Que es lo unico que tengo

The Dummy Song (aka I'll Take The Legs From Some Old Table)
Composer(s): Lew Brown - Billy Rose - Ray Henderson
Performer(s): The Modernaires
and multiple other artists



Johnny got a furlough and he took it on the run
To see his little hon' and have a little fun
He found her with a sergeant, she was bouncing on his knee
And Johnny yelled, "No wedding bells for me!"

I'll take the legs from some old table
I'll take the arms from some old chair
I'll take the neck from some old bottle
And from a horse I'll take the hair
I'll take the hands and face from off a clock
And baby, when I'm through,
I'll get more lovin' from that Dum-Dum-Dummy
Than I ever got from you

Came another furlough and he called her on the phone
He said, "Are you alone?" She said, "No, no, my own
I'm sitting with your Colonel and he's lovely company"
And Johnny cried, "Ha-ha, ho-ho, hee-hee"

I'll take the legs from some old table
I'll take the arms from some old chair
I'll take the neck from some old bottle
And from a horse I'll take the hair
I'll take the hands and face from off a clock
And baby, when I'm through
I'll get more lovin' from that Dum-Dum-Dummy
Than I ever got from you

Caruso
((Adapted from: Caruso (Lucio Dalla) - 1986))
Composer(s): Lucio Dalla - Pierre Delanoë
Performer(s): Mireille Mathieu - 1989

Versions In Other Languages:
1989 - Caruso (Spanish Version) (Mireille Mathieu)
1994 - Nu Jij Hier Niet Meer Bent (André Hazes)
1996 - Za Mene Ne Postoji Druga (Dragan Stojnic)
1997 - Caruso (Spanish/Italian Version) (Ana Belén & Lucio Dalla)
2003 - Wat Is Er Fout Gegaan (Gary Hagger)
2007 - Kol Tu Šalia Buvai (Merunas)
2009 - Keines Menschen Auge (Stefan Gwildis)



La lune brille et sur la mer souffle le vent en rafale 
sur la vieille terrasse au bord du golfe de Sorrente
Un homme serre une fille très fort sans retenir ses larmes 
la gorge nouée de chagrin pourtant malgré lui il chante

Je t'aime tant je t'aime passionnément et tu le sais dans le fond de moi-même 
je ressens ta chaleur comme jamais

Cette lumière sur la mer lui fait penser aux nuits de l'Amérique 
mais ce ne sont que mirages comme un sillage de bateau
Il entend dans le lointain des guitares qui jouent des romances d'hier 
et la lune à travers les nuages éclaire le golfe de Sorrente
Les yeux de l'amour au fond de la nuit lui paraissent encore plus clairs 
il laisse échapper une dernière larme 
pourtant malgré lui il chante

Je t'aime tant je t'aime passionnément et tu le sais dans le fond de moi-même 
je ressens ta chaleur comme jamais

Puissance de la musique qui fait d'un acte banal 
à un coup de baguette magique un geste magistral
Le regard qu'elle jette sur lui est plein de certitude 
il a oublié ce qu'il était il va quitter le sud
La vie lui paraît menaçante tout comme une nuit de l'Amérique 
il a envie de s'accrocher encore au golfe de Sorrente
C'est peut-être la vie qui veut fuir 
il n'entend plus que la musique 
il ferme les yeux comme un enfant 
sans s'interroger il chante

Je t'aime tant je t'aime passionnément et tu le sais dans le fond de moi-même 
je ressens ta chaleur comme jamais
Je t'aime tant je t'aime passionnément et tu le sais dans le fond de moi-même 
je ressens ta chaleur comme jamais

Flor De Un Día
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute



Como llegó
pasó
con la premura de quien huye
de un mal que todo lo destruye
un implacable mal
mucho peor que el más terrible
criminal
Y huye, huye
del paso del tiempo el amor
huye de ti, huye de mí
huye el amor
intensa flor
de un día
Al recordar
el mar
un espejismo de esqueletos
desvela todos sus secretos
sólo veo volar
un batallón de buitres vigilando
el mar
Y huye, huye
del pájaro la libertad
huye de ti, huye de mí
huye el amor
intensa flor
de un día
Para vivir
morir es algo más que su contrario
es su perfecto corolario
su dimensión fatal
la eternidad que va acercándose al
final
Y huye, huye
del corazón su palpitar
huye de ti, huye de mí
huye el amor
intensa flor
de un día

The Duke Regains His Chops
Composer(s): Frank Zappa 
Performer(s): Frank Zappa



And you'll be my Duchess
My Duchess of Prunes

I'm looking through the prune in June
Reveals your chest I see your lovely beans
And in that magic go-kart I bite your neck
The cheese I have for you, my dear
Is real and very new *(New Cheese!)*

Prune *(Pa-da-dah!)*
If they are a fresh Prune *(Pa-da-dah!)*
Know no cheese
*(Chunka, chunka cheeky chunka)*
*(Chunka, cheesy, stinky chunka)*
And they just lie there
Taller and sickening and it just... I don't know (Lo)
And I know, I think
The love I have for you will never end (well, maybe)
And so my love I offer you
A love that is strong 
A prune that is true

(This is the exciting part 
This is like the Supremes
see the way it builds up? 
Feel it?)
(Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby)

(My Prune is yours, my love
My cheese for you, savings through and through
My baby I do
My baby I do
My baby Prunes
My baby Prunes
I love you
I love you
O baby prunes
O cheesy fat
O cheesy fat
O cheesy fat) 

Carthage
Composer(s): Etienne Roda-Gil - Julien Clerc
Performer(s): Julien Clerc



Elle a les yeux couleur d'ardoise
Le teint clair obscur du lilas
Mon étrange Carthaginoise
Plus belle que la Reine de Saba

Et si contrairement
À tout ce que l'on croit
Tous nos chemins ne menaient pas
À Rome

Moi je tomberais dans ses bras
Moi je tomberais dans ses bras, dans ses bras, dans ses bras

Et tous les faubourgs de Carthage
Résonnent du son de ma voix
Je l'ai connu comme un orage
Dont la pluie
ne viendrait pas ...

Toutes les capitales de l'Europe
Se rendraient bientôt sans combat
Devant sa beauté triomphante
Si seulement elle étati là

Et si contrairement
À tout ce que l'on croit
Tous nos chemins ne menaient pas
À Rome

Moi je tomberais dans ses bras
Moi je tomberais dans ses bras, dans ses bras, dans ses bras

Et tous les faubourgs de Carthage
Résonnent du son de ma voix
Je l'ai connu comme un orage
Dont la pluie ne viendrait pas ...

Et si contrairement
À tout ce que l'on croit
Tous nos chemins ne menaient pas
À Rome

Moi je tomberais dans tes bras
Moi je tomberais dans tes bras...

Flor De Ceniza
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute



Dime, amor, cómo se atiza
una brasa en su penúltimo estertor...
Dime, amor, cuánto se atiza
para que renazca el brote de una flor
de una flor ... de la ceniza
flor de ceniza

The Duke Of Prunes
Composer(s): Frank Zappa
Performer(s): Frank Zappa



A moon beam through the prune in June
Reveals your chest I see your lovely beans
And in that magic go-kart I bite your neck
The cheese I have for you, my dear
Is real and very new

A moon beam through the prune in June
Reveals your chest I see your lovely beans
And in that magic go-kart I bite your neck
The love I have for you, my dear
Is real and very new

Prune *(Pa-da-dah!)*
If it is a real prune 
Knows no cheese
*(Cheeky chanky, cheeky chanky)*
And stands *(Oh no!)*
Taller, stronger than any tree *(or bush)*
And I know the love I have for you
Will grow, and grow, and grow, I think
And so my love I offer you
A love that is strong 
A prune that is true

Cartes Postales D'Alabama
((Adapted from: Sweet Home Alabama (Lynyrd Skynyrd) - 1974))
Composer(s): Ed King - Ronnie Van Zandt - Gary Rossington - Eddy Mitchell
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday - 1983



Des fleurs de coton qui bougent
S'envolant dans un ciel bleu
Me rappellent que le blues
Est né sous des jours heureux
Des jours heureux
Cartes postales d'Alabama
Vos couleurs sont dépassées
Bon baisés d'Alabama
Tes lèvres ne sont plus sucrées
Non plus sucrées!
J'ai vu tout ça dans des films
Aux couleurs qui font rêver
Scarlett O'Hara éprise
D'un Red Buttler méprisé
Cartes postales d'Alabama
Vos couleurs sont dépassées
Bon baisers d'Alabama
Tes lèvres ne sont plus sucrées
Non plus sucrées!
Ku Klux Klan tu m'étonnes
Tu resurgis du passé
Cagoulé pour cacher l'homme
Blanc raciste, preux chevalier
Sueurs froides d'Alabama
Sous ton visage lache masqué
Sueurs froides d'Alabama
Pouvoir blanc et croix brûlées
Et croix brûlées
Majorité silencieuse
Démocratie déguisée
Moralité religieuse
Cheesburger et thé glacé ...

Flor De Azalea
Composer(s): Manuel Esperón; Gómez Urquiza
Performer(s): Javier Solis;
and various other artists



Como espuma que inerte lleva el caudaloso río
Flor de Azalea la vida en su avalancha te arrastró
pero al salvarte hallar pudiste protección y abrigo
donde curar tu corazón herido por el dolor

Tu sonrisa refleja el paso de las horas negras
tu mirada la más amarga desesperación
hoy para siempre quiero que olvides tus pasadas penas
y que tan sólo tenga horas serenas tu corazón

Quisiera ser la golondrina que al amanecer
a tu ventana llega para ver a través del cristal
y despertarte muy dulcemente si aun estás dormida
a la alborada de una nueva vida llena de amor

Quisiera ser la golondrina que al amanecer
a tu ventana llega para ver a través del cristal
y despertarte muy dulcemente si aun estás dormida
a la alborada de una nueva vida llena de amor

Drover's Wife
Performer(s): Tex Morton



A drover's wife I chanced to meet
A friend of days gone by
I asked about her husband Bill
She softly started to cry

She held her baby to her breast
Slowly raised her head
Her big sad eyes looked into mine
Broken-hearted she said

Six years ago I married Bill
Though so poor were we
I loved him as I loved my life
Bill, I know he loved me

But now he's got six hundred pounds
I know that he wants to part
For Bill's in love with someone else
It's nearly breaking my heart

Bill, Bill, stick to me Bill
Money don't alter the case
Don't leave a fond and loving wife
For the sake of a new pretty face

Bill, Bill, I love you
Before you got rich like you did
I love you still, so Bill, dear Bill
Come stick to me and the kids

I stuck by you when times were hard
When we had not a cent
I even pawned my wedding ring
To pay our bit of rent

She'll love you while your money lasts
I swear by God above
I don't want your money, Bill
I only want your love

Bill, Bill, stick to me Bill
Money don't alter the case
Don't leave a fond and loving wife
For the sake of a new pretty face

Bill, Bill, I loved you
Before you came into your quids
I love you still, so Bill, dear Bill
Come stick to me and the kids

Carte Postale
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel; Gérald De Palmas



Allumés les postes de télévision
Verrouillées les portes des conversations
Oubliés les dames et les jeux de cartes
Endormies les fermes quand les jeunes partent
Brisées les lumières des ruelles en fête
Refroidi le vin brûlant, les assiettes
Emportés les mots des serveuses aimables
Disparus les chiens jouant sous les tables
Déchirées les nappes des soirées de noce
Oubliées les fables du sommeil des gosses
Arrêtées les valses des derniers jupons
Et les fausses notes des accordéons
C'est un hameau perdu sous les étoiles
Avec de vieux rideaux pendus à des fenêtres sales
Et sur le vieux buffet sous la poussière grise
Il reste une carte postale

Goudronnées les pierres des chemins tranquilles
Relevées les herbes des endroits fragiles
Désertées les places des belles foraines
Asséchées les traces de l'eau des fontaines
Oubliées les phrases sacrées des grands-pères
Aux âtres des grandes cheminées de pierre
Envolés les rires des nuits de moissons
Et allumés les postes de télévision
C'est un hameau perdu sous les étoiles
Avec de vieux rideaux pendus à des fenêtres sales
Et sur le vieux buffet sous la poussière grise
Il reste une carte postale

Envolées les robes des belles promises
Les ailes des grillons, les paniers de cerises
Oubliés les rires des nuits de moissons
Et allumés les postes de télévision
Allumés les postes de télévision