The Hunting Song
Performer(s): The Pentangle



As I did travel all on a journey
Over the wayside and under a dark moon
Hanging above a mountain

I spied a young man riding a fine horse
Chasing a white hart and all through the woodland
Head of a hunting party

And there followed after ten kings and queens
Laughing and joking, the white hart they'd seen
Bloodied running into the bushes

I plume to his helmet, a quiver and a bow
There's nowhere to run now, there's no place to go
The hunt is cast and ready

Still farther I journeyed through the hills and the valleys
Until upon the verge of despair I sat and rested
And there did pass a princely knight poursuite by a lady
And this she did say

"Oh may I ask you kind sir where you are going?
And pray tell unto me sir why you do hurry
Strange that I should meet you here, come sit by me

"I have here a magic horn to deliver
And one drop from this silver and gold horn I hold, sir
Shall prove all to be false, lovers beware!"

"The gift that you bear for your brother the king
I gladly would carry to the banquet this even'
What fair sport this would be for the maidens at court"

Wearily I crossed the stream to the castle
Where I found shelter from the cold wintry wind
And food did I have and plenty
But the Lord and Lady seemed so sad
For these words they did say unto each other

"My good lord, all off to war in thy armor
Leaving me here alone to weep and to worry
Take care lest misadventure
Shall overcome thy kindly heart
My good lord, all off to war in thy armor"

"My lady, you have no need for to worry
I'll return victorious and true unto thee
Take care, lest misadventure
Shall stain your heart and lead to woe
My fair lady you have no need for to worry"

... la la la...

While underneath the spreading oak a knight with white device
Upon a shield of black, and deep in grief and sorrow sings
His unrequited love

"Young noblewoman riding by, pray tell me have you seen
Queen Azelda the fairest maid, in company she rides
For I swear to have revenge"

A thousand days have come and passed, the Lord returns this night
The victor from the bloody wars proven his fearsome might
As ever he would claim

But fate has played its wanton game, the circle come full turn
The magic horn has done its work, cried "Falseness is found out!"
The sorrowed quest is over

C'était Pas Moi
Composer(s): Robert Gall - Francis Laï
Performer(s): Edith Piaf



Dans sa prison, il a pleuré
S'est révolté, s'est résigné
Et d'une voix désespérée
Il ne cessait de répéter

"C'était pas moi qui, ce jour-là, passait par là
C'était pas moi!
C'était pas moi qui avais fait ça, cette histoire-là
Ce n'est pas moi!

Mais je n'ai pas su m'expliquer
Cet homme trouvé dans le fossé
J'ai beau crier mon innocence
Dans ma prison
J'ai beau crier dans le silence 
Non, non, et non!

Je reste là depuis des mois
Et j'attends là ce qu'on fera de moi...

Oui, je l'aimais
Cette femme pour qui
On a trouvé
Cet homme tué...
Oui, je l'aimais
J'en étais fou
Et très jaloux
Mais c'est pas vrai!...

Coïncidence?
Manque de chance?
C'était pas moi!
C'était pas moi!

J'ai beau crier dans le silence
De ma prison
J'ais beau crier mon innocence
Non, non, et non!

Je reste là depuis des mois
Et j'attends là ce qu'on fera de moi...

Et face au ciel
Mon seul témoin
Tendant les mains
Je veux crier 
Ce n'est pas moi!
Ce n'est pas moi!
Ce n'est pas moi!
Ce n'est pas moi!"

Freight Train
Composer(s): Libba Cotten
Performer(s): Chas McDevitt;
and various other artists



Freight train, freight train, going so fast
Freight train, freight train, going so fast
Please don't tell what train I'm on
So they won't know where I'm gone.

Freight train, freight train, going round the bend
Freight train, freight train, gone again
One of these days turn that train around
Go back to my home town

Freight train, freight train, going so fast
Freight train, freight train, going so fast
Please don't tell what train I'm on
So they won't know where I'm gone

One more place I'd like to be
One more place I'd love to see
To watch those old Blue Ridge Mountain climb
While I ride old Number Nine

Freight train, freight train, going so fast
Freight train, freight train, going so fast
Please don't tell what train I'm on
So they won't know where I'm gone

When I die please bury me deep
Down at the end of Chestnut Street
So I can hear old Number Nine
As she goes rolling by

Freight train, freight train, going so fast
Freight train, freight train, going so fast
Please don't tell what train I'm on
So they won't know where I'm gone

When I'm dead and in my grave 
No more good times here I'll crave 
Place the stones at my head and feet 
And tell them I've gone to sleep

Freight train, freight train, going so fast
Freight train, freight train, going so fast
Please don't tell what train I'm on
So they won't know where I'm gone

Please don't tell what train I'm on
So they won't know where I'm gone

The Hunters Of Kentucky
Composer(s): Samuel Woodworth
Performer(s): Noah M. Ludlow



Ye gentlemen and ladies fair
Who grace this famous city
Just listen if you've time to spare
While I rehearse a ditty
And for the opportunity
Conceive yourself quite lucky
For 'tis not often here you see
A hunter from Kentucky

Oh, Kentucky 
The hunters of Kentucky
Oh, Kentucky 
The hunters of Kentucky

You've heard, I s'pose, how New Orleans
Is famed for wealth and beauty
There's girls of ev'ry hue it seems
From snowy white to sooty
So Pakenham he made his brags
If he in fight was lucky
He'd have their girls and cotton bags
In spite of old Kentucky

Oh, Kentucky 
The hunters of Kentucky
Oh, Kentucky 
The hunters of Kentucky

But Jackson, he was wide awake
And was not scared of trifles
For well he knew what aim we take
With our Kentucky rifles
He led us down to Cypress Swamp
The ground was low and mucky
There stood John Bull in pomp
And here was old Kentucky

Oh, Kentucky 
The hunters of Kentucky
Oh, Kentucky 
The hunters of Kentucky

A bank was rais'd to hide our breast
Not that we thought of dying
But the we always like to rest
Unless the game is flying
Behind it stood our little force
None wished it to be greater
For ev'ry man was half a horse
And half an alligator

Oh, Kentucky 
The hunters of Kentucky
Oh, Kentucky 
The hunters of Kentucky

They found, at last, 'twas vain to fight
Where lead was all the booty
And so they wisely took to flight
And left us all our beauty
And now, if danger e'er annoys
Remember what our trade is
Just send for us Kentucky boys
And we'll protect ye, ladies

Oh, Kentucky 
The hunters of Kentucky
Oh, Kentucky 
The hunters of Kentucky 

C'était Pas La Peine
Composer(s): Michel Jourdan - Noam Kaniel
Performer(s): Mireille Mathieu



C'était pas la peine, c'était pas la peine
de m'envoyer jour après jour
des roses avec des mots d'amour
C"était pas la peine, c'était pas la peine
de me faire cette mise en scène
et de me dire: "je t'aime.. Je t'aime"

Fallait pas tu sais te croire obligé
de me jurer, des larmes aux yeux
que ta lumière c'était nous deux
Je serais tombée de moins haut, tu sais
aujourd'hui nous serions quittes
en nous souhaitant "bonne chance" pour la suite...

Y fallait pas m'entraîner si loin que ça
j'ai marché, tu vois
j'ai cru en ton cinéma
Tu disais qu'toi et moi ça n'en finirait pas
tu me serrais fort dans tes bras
et tu n'as plus rien à me dire déjà

C'était pas la peine, c'était pas la peine
de me donner tant d'illusion
et même la clé de ta maison
Tout ça n'a servi qu'à briser ma vie
de nous deux, chez toi ne reste
que nos prénoms sur une boîte aux lettres

Y fallait pas m'entraîner si loin que ça
j'ai marché, tu vois
j'ai cru en ton cinéma
à ta mise en scène
mes étoiles s'éteignent
c'était pas la peine, c'était pas la peine
de me dire je t'aime, c'était pas la peine

Freeze Frame
Composer(s): Seth Justman; Peter Wolf
Performer(s): J. Geils Band;
and various other artists



I could see it was a rough-cut Tuesday
Slow-motion weekdays stare me down
Her lipstick reflex got me wound
There were no defects to be found
Snapshot image froze without a sound
Thursday morning was a hot flash-factor
Her face still focused in my mind
Test-strip proof-sheet love is hard to find
Friday night we'll dance the spotlight grind
Stop-time heart for me if she's not mine
Chorus:
Freeze-Frame!
Freeze-Frame!
Freeze-Frame!
Freeze-Frame!
Now Freeze!
Now I'm lookin at a flashback Sunday
Zoom lens feelings just won't disappear
Close-up darkroom sweet-talk in my ear
Her hot-spot love for me is strong
This freeze-frame moment can't be wrong
Chorus

The Hunter Gets Captured By The Game
Composer(s): Smokey Robinson
First release by: The Marvelettes - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists



Everyday things change
And the world puts on a new face
Certain things re-arrange
And this old world seems like a new place

Secretly I've been trailing you
Like the fox that preys on the rabbit
I had to get you and so I knew
I had to learn your ways and habits

Ooh, you were the catch that I was after
But I looked up and I was in your arms
And I, I had been captured

What's this old world coming to
Things just ain't the same
Any time the hunter gets captured by the game

I had laid such a tender trap
Hoping that you might fall into it
Your love hit me like a sudden snap
One kiss and then I knew it

Ooh, my plan didnt work out
Like I thought
'Cause I'd laid my trap for you
But it seems that I got caught

What's this old world coming to
Things just ain't the same
Any time the hunter gets captured by the game

C'était Mon Copain
Composer(s): Louis Amade - Gilbert Bécaud
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud; Les Compagnons de la Chanson; Petits Chanteurs De Saint Laurent Orch.



J'avais un seul ami
Et on me l'a tué
Il était plus que lui
Il était un peu moi
Je crois qu'en le tuant
On m'a aussi tué
Et je pleure la nuit
Mais on ne le sait pas

C'était mon copain
C'était mon ami
Pauvre vieux copain
De mon humble pays
Je revois son visage
Au regard généreux
Nous avions le même âge
Et nous étions heureux

Ami, mon pauvre ami
Reverrai-je jamais
Ton sourire gentil
Parmi l'immensité?

C'était mon copain
C'était mon ami
J'écoute la ballade
De la Mort, de la Vie
Le vent de la frontière
Veut consoler mes pleurs
Mais l'eau de la rivière
A d'étranges couleurs

Cependant dans les bois
Un mystérieux concert
M'a dit qu'il faut garder
L'espoir à tout jamais
Car ceux qui ont bâti
Ensemble un univers
Se retrouveront tous
Puisqu'ils l'ont mérité

O mon vieux camarade
Mon copain, mon ami
Parmi les terres froides
Je te parle la nuit
Et ton pesant silence
Est un mal si cruel
Que j'entends ta présence
Parfois au fond du ciel

Freewill
Composer(s): Geddy Lee;
Alex Lifeson; Neil Peart
Performer(s): Rush;
and various other artists



There are those who think 
that life has nothing left to chance
A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance
A planet of playthings
We dance on the strings 
Of powers we cannot perceive 
"The stars aren't aligned 
Or the gods are malign" 
Blame is better to give than receive
You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice
If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice
You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill
I will choose a path that's clear
I will choose Free Will
There are those who think that they were dealt a losing hand
The cards were stacked against them - they weren't born in Lotus-Land
All preordained
A prisoner in chains
A victim of venomous fate
Kicked in the face
You can't pray for a place 
In Heaven's unearthly estate
You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice
If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice
You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill
I will choose a path that's clear
I will choose Free Will
Each of us
A cell of awareness
Imperfect and incomplete
Genetic blends 
With uncertain ends 
On a fortune hunt that's far too fleet

The Hunter
Composer(s): Donald "Duck" Dunn - Al Jackson Jr. - Carl Wells - Booker T. Jones - Steve Cropper
First release by: Albert King - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists



They call me the hunter, that's my name
A pretty woman like you, is my only game
I bought me a love gun, just the other day
And I aim to aim it your way
Ain't no use to hide, ain't no use to run
'Cause I've got you in the sights of my love gun
The first time I saw you, standing on the street
I says to myself, "Woo, ain't she sweet"
I've got my love gun loaded, with hugs and kisses
And when I pull the trigger, there will be no misses
Ain't no need to hide, ain't no use to run
'Cause I've got you in the sights of my love gun
Ain't no use to hide, ain't no use to run
'Cause I've got you in the sights of my love gun
I'm the big bad hunter baby
How can I miss when I've got dead aim

C'était Mon Ami
((Adapted from: Baby, Come To Me (Patti Austin & James Ingram) - 1981))
Composer(s): Rodney L. Temperton - Didier Barbelivien
Performer(s): Dalida - 1984



Il disait souvent je marche seul contre le vent
Je suis un enfant
Il disait je joue mais la victoire n'est rien du tout
Pour un roi fou
Il était de sang Romain de cœur Tzigane
C'était un homme qui faisait rêver les femmes

C'était mon ami
Ce rempart de vérité ce brin de fantaisie
J'aimais sa réalité son rire et sa folie
Cette façon d'exister envers et contre qui
C'était son identité de vivre ainsi

Il aimait le bruit, les chevaux libre et l'infini
Il était vivant
Il aimait choisir, il rêvait un jour de partir sur l'océan
Il était comme ses vitraux des cathédrales
C'était un homme qui brillait sans faire de mal

C'était mon ami
Ce rempart de vérité, ce brin de fantaisie
J'aimais sa réalité son rire et sa folie
Cette façon d'exister envers et contre qui
C'était son identité de vivre ainsi

Quand je pense à lui
Je me souviens des matins aux couleurs du soleil
Quand je pense à lui
J'ai l'impression d'entendre sa voix qui m'appelle

C'était mon ami
Il ne parlait pas d'amour mais je l'aimais ainsi
En tendresse et en velours, oui c'était mon ami
Il pouvait jouer du tambour dans les rues de Paris
Et m'appeler au secours oui c'était mon ami
Ce rempart de vérité, ce brin de fantaisie
J'aimais sa réalité son rire et sa folie
Cette façon d'exister envers et contre qui
C'était son identité de vivre ainsi

Freeway To Her Dreams
Composer(s): Gordon Haskell
Performer(s): Gordon Haskell



Her secret's in her shoulder bag
They’re sewn into the seams
Is a journey that she has to take 
On the freeway to her dreams 
She asks herself how come my life’s forever in a spin 
And she hides a tiny photograph in an old tobacco tin 
She keeps her make-up in a box with its lid of tortoise shell 
I caught a glimpse inside it once of a jewel beneath the veil 
I loved her then I love her still though it’s not what she believes            
One day I hope she’ll see me there on the freeway to her dreams            
Her secret's in her shoulder bag 
They’re sewn into the seams
And the journey takes her on and on 
On the freeway to her dreams 
And one day I hope she’ll see me there 
On the freeway to her dreams

The Hungry Years 
Composer(s): Neil Sedaka - Howard Greenfield
First release by: Neil Sedaka - 1975
Covered by multiple other artists



Girl we made it to the top
we went so high we couldn't stop
we climbed the ladder leading us nowhere 
Two of us together building castles in the air 
We spun so fast we couldn't tell 
the gold ring from the carousel 
How could we know the right would turn-out bad
Everything we wanted, was everything we had
I miss the Hungry Years 
the once upon a time 
the lovely long ago 
we didn't a dime 
those days of me and you
we lost along the way 
how could I be so blind 
not to see the door 
closing on the World 
I now hunger for 
Looking through my tears 
I miss the Hungry years
We shared our day dreams one by one 
Making plans was so much fun 
We set our goals and reached the highest star 
Things that we were after were much better from afar
Here we stand just me and you 
with everything and nothing too 
It wasn't worth the price we had to pay 
Honey take me home Let's go back to yesterday
I miss the Hungry Years 
the once upon a time the lovely long ago 
we didn't have a dime 
those days of me and you
we lost along the way 
how could I be so blind 
not to see the door 
closing on the World I now hunger for 
Looking through my tears
I miss the Hungry years 
I miss the Hungry Years…

C'était Moi
((English Version: It Was Me (Tony Bennett) - 1963))
Composer(s): Gilbert Bécaud - Maurice Vidalin
First release by: Gilbert Bécaud - 1960



Celui qu'on appelait le voyou de la plage
Qui vivait tout l'été jambes nues, cheveux fous
Qui ne pavait jamais les gaufres ni les glaces
Qui te jetait de l'eau, des algues et des cailloux
C'était moi!

Mais qui savait le nom des quatre mille étoiles
Et te prenait la main pour mieux te les compter
Qui faisait d'un orage une carte postale
En dessinant ton cœur sur le sable mouillé
C'était moi, c'était moi!

Celui qui se disait professeur de tendresse
Qui se moquait de toi quand tu ne voulais pas
Celui qui se vantait d'avoir eu des princesses
Et de se fiancer, mais de n'épouser pas
Mais qui riait trop fort en ouvrant ton corsage
Ou qui ne riait plus en touchant tes genoux
Qui s'endormait tout doux sur ton épaule sage
Qui t'appelait "pas belle" et qui t'aimait beaucoup
C'était moi, c'était moi!

Celui qui plaisantait, un matin de septembre
En piquant une rose à ton manteau de pluie
Qui te disait "Salut, on allait bien ensemble"
Et n'en a plus dormi ni le jour ni la nuit
Celui qui ne sait plus ni ton nom ni ton âge
Qui ne sait rien de toi, mais que tu es jolie
Oublie-le ce garçon qui crânait sur la plage
Et croyait tout savoir et n'avait rien compris
C'était moi, c'était moi!

J'avais quinze ans
C'était moi!

Freeway Of Love
Composer(s): Jeffrey Cohen; Narada Michael Walden
Performer(s): Aretha Franklin;
and various other artists



Knew you'd be a vision in white
How'd you get those pants so tight?
Don't know what you're doin'
But you must be livin' right

We got some places to see
I brought all the maps with me
So jump right in...Ain't no sin
Take a ride in my machine

City traffic movin' way too slow
Drop the pedal and go...go...go

Goin' ridin' on the freeway of love
Wind's against our back
Goin' ridin' on the freeway of love
In my pink cadillac
Goin' ridin' on the freeway of love
Wind's against our back
Ain't we ridin' on the freeway of love
In my pink Cadillac?

Never you mind the exit signs
We got lots of time
We can't quit 'til we get
To the other side

With the radio playin' our song
We keep rollin' on
Who knows how far a car can get
Before you think about slowin' on down

City traffic movin' way too slow
Drop the pedal and go...go...go

The Hunger
Composer(s): Lee Frey
Performer(s): Tompall Glaser



They said in her younger days 
Her beauty was enough to drive men wild
But the hunger in her body then 
Was not the hunger of some lonely child
Like a butterfly in springtime 
Searching every field for loving's sweetest rose
The embrace of many strangers 
Still could not release her from the hold

In the backstreets and the bedrooms 
All she's found is disappointments 
While the love that she's too often found 
Was not enough to satisfy her needs
She's older than the years she holds 
And ageing fast with each day passing by
On a downhill run to nowhere 
'Cause the hunger never can be satisfied

The reflection in her mirror's 
Not the image she remembers in her mind
Her beauty has been eaten by the hunger 
And the acid winds of time
She has danced the tune her demons play 
And paid the piper dearly for his song
Empty now of all her pride 
But still inside her hunger's just as strong

The reflection in her mirror's 
Not the image she remembers in her mind
Her beauty has been eaten by the hunger 
And the acid winds of time
She has danced the tune her demons play 
And paid the piper dearly for his song
Empty now of all her pride 
But still inside her hunger's just as strong

It Was Me
((Adapted from: C'était Moi (Gilbert Bécaud) - 1960))
Composer(s): Gilbert Bécaud - Maurice Vidalin - Norman Gimbel
Performer(s): Tony Bennett - 1963



Who’s the one you would find on the beach every day
Lying there on the shore while his friends swim away
Lying there in the sand only inches from you
Watching you every day til the summer was through
It was me

Who would help gather shells for the bracelet you made
Who would find you the cups for the pink lemonade
Who was always beside you whenever you’d swim
When you sat by the sea as the daylight grew dim
It was me
It was me

Now that summer is gone
And the warm skies are cold
And the soft winds are crisp
With their wintery chill
Do you ever think back on the night when we kissed
Can you ever forget
I know I never will

Who’s the one next to you in the group photograph
Who’s the one with the face too unhappy to laugh
Standing there looking down so uncertain and shy
Like a boy who’s in love, so in love he could cry
It was me
It was me
Me finding out
It was you

Free Fall
Composer(s): Harvey Bainbridge; Robert Calvert
Performer(s): Hawkwind



Before you jump
You wear the frown
Of someone who is stalling
There's no up there's only down
In the fear of falling
In free fall...

All you need to do is take
One step into the sky
Give yourself to gravity
Give death another try
In free fall, free fall

The wind'll take your frightened face
And force your mouth to smile
While destiny is on your case
The gods look up your file
In free fall...

The clouds are coming at you

Like a host of angels wings
For thirty seconds of freedom squared
You've cut the puppet strings
In free fall, free fall

The Hula Hoop Song
Composer(s): Carl Maduri III - James M. Testa
Performer(s): Georgia Gibbs; Teresa Brewer



Hula hoop, hula hoop
Anyone can play the hula hoop
Hula hoop, hula hoop
Anyone can play from three to a hundred and ten

(Hula, hula, hula)

From LA to New York, from Georgia to Duluth (Hula hoop)
Everyone is playing with the hula hoop (Hula hoop)
A-red ones and the green ones, yellow, white, and blue (Hula hoop)
Young and old, rich or poor, are spinning them too

(Hula, hula, hula)

Hula hoop, hula hoop
Everyone is playing with the hula hoop
Look at them spin, tryin' to win
Anyone can play from three to a hundred and ten

(Hula, hula, hula)

Oh, what fun to see them run
And to see them sway (Hula hoop)
Trying to keep the hula hoop
From, ah, slippin' away (Hula hoop)

Now if they rock when they should sway,
It would fall to the ground (Hula hoop)
Then again, once again
The hoop spins around and 'round

(Hula, hula, hula)

Hula hoop, hula hoop
Everyone is playing with the hula hoop
Look at them spin, tryin' to win
Anyone can play from three to a hundred and ten

(Hula, hula, hula)

Hula hoop, hula hoop
Everyone is playing with the hula hoop
Look at them spin, tryin' to win
Anyone can play from three to a hundred and ten

(Hula, hula, hula, hula, hula...)

C'était L'hiver
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
and multiple other artists



Elle disait "j'ai déjà trop marché
Mon cœur est déjà trop lourd de secrets
Trop lourd de peines"
Elle disait "je ne continue plus
Ce qui m'attend, je l'ai déjà vécu
C'est plus la peine"
Elle disait que vivre était cruel
Elle ne croyait plus au soleil
Ni aux silences des églises
Même mes sourires lui faisaient peur
C'était l'hiver dans le fond de son cœur
Elle disait que vivre était cruel
Elle ne croyait plus au soleil
Ni aux silences des églises
Même mes sourires lui faisaient peur
C'était l'hiver dans le fond de son cœur
Le vent n'a jamais été plus froid
La pluie plus violente que ce soir-là
Le soir de ses vingt ans
Le soir où elle a éteint le feu
Derrière la façade de ses yeux
Dans un éclair blanc
Elle a sûrement rejoint le ciel
Elle brille à côté du soleil
Comme les nouvelles églises
Mais si depuis ce soir-là je pleure
C'est qu'il fait froid dans le fond de mon cœur
Elle a sûrement rejoint le ciel
Elle brille à côté du soleil
Comme les nouvelles églises
Mais si depuis ce soir-là je pleure
C'est qu'il fait froid dans le fond de mon cœur