The Laughing Policeman
Composer(s): Billy Grey
Performer(s): Charles Penrose; Tiny Tim



I know a fat old policeman
He's always on our street
A fat and jolly red-faced man
He really is a treat

He's too kind for a policeman
He's never known to frown.
And everybody says
He is the happiest man in town!  

He laughs upon point duty  
He laughs upon his beat
He laughs at everybody
When he's walking in the street

He never can stop laughing
He says he's never tried
But once he did arrest a man
And laughed until he cried!   

Oh ho ho ho ho ho ho 
Ha ha ha ha ha ha

Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho  
Ha ha ha ha ha ha

His jolly face is wrinkled
And then he shut his eyes
He opened his great big mouth
It was a wonderous size!   

He said "I must arrest you!"
He didn't know what for
And then he started laughing
Until he cracked his fat old jaw

Oh ho ho ho ho ho ho 
Ha ha ha ha ha ha

Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho  
Ha ha ha ha ha ha

So if you chance to meet him
While walking 'round the town
Shake him by his fat old hand
And give him half a crown 

His eyes will beam and sparkle
He'll gurgle with delight
And then you'll start him laughing
With all his blessed might!

Oh ho ho ho ho ho ho 
Ha ha ha ha ha ha

Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho  
Ha ha ha ha ha ha

Oh ho ho ho ho ho ho 
Ha ha ha ha ha ha

Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho  
Ha ha ha ha ha ha

Chanter Les Voix
Composer(s): Michel Sardou - Jacques Revaux
Performer(s): Dalida



Agenouillée au pied du lit
Dans une chemise de draps
Juste au-dessous d'un crucifix
Dans une chemise de draps

Petite fille encore hier
Quand tout pleurait autour de moi
Je m'endormais dans mes prières
Et j'entendais chanter des voix

C'était des voix très ordinaires
Elle avaient même un peu l'accent
L'accent des chansons de ma mère
C'était des voix d'enfants
Mais des enfants bien ordinaires
Qui chantaient leurs chagrins d'enfant
Sur des violons bien ordinaire
c'était des voix d'enfant

Je ne mens plus dans mes prière
Je ne fais plus le signe de croix
Mais comme si c'était hier
J'entends toujours chanter mes voix

Ce sont des voix très ordinaires
Elle ont gardé un peu l'accent
L'accent des chansons de ma mère
Ce sont des voix d'enfants
Mais des enfants bien ordinaires
Qui chantaient leurs chagrins d'enfant
Sur des violons bien ordinaire
ce sont des voix d'enfant

À l'heure où les amours trépassent
Quand l'avenir est derrière soi
C'est tout un régiment qui passe
De chagrin et de feu de joie

C'était des voix très ordinaires
Elle avaient même un peu l'accent
L'accent des chansons de ma mère
C'était des voix d'enfants
Mais des enfants bien ordinaires
Qui chantaient leurs chagrins d'enfant
Sur des violons imaginaires
c'était des voix d'enfant

Full Of Fire
Composer(s): Al Green;
Willie Mitchell; Mabon Hodges
Performer(s): Al Green



I'm full of fire (full of fire... full of fire) 
you're my one desire... 
baby I'm full of fire (full of fire... full of fire) 
you can make me cry... 
I can dance to the music... 
I can sing all night long... 
I can play with the band until you hear my song... 
'cause I'm full of fire (full of fire... full of fire) 
see the party lights.... 
baby I'm full of fire (full of fire... full of fire) 
its the reason why... 
I can dance with the fire... 
burnin'.... burnin' low... 
I can stay 'til the party is all over... 
baby I'm full of fire (full of fire... full of fire) 
I rolled a twenty one... 
baby I'm full of fire (full of fire full of fire)... 
life has just begun... 
Ooo Ooo I can dance to the music... 
I can under... understand that there must be a power that I hold in my hands... 
dance... dance... dance... 
Oh I understand... 
young man... young man... I say I understand.... 
I can dance... dance...dance... dance... 
I understand... 
there's some things that I know... 
but I want the horns to blow...

The Laughing Gnome
Composer(s): David Bowie
First release by: David Bowie - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists



I was walking down the High Street
When I heard footsteps behind me
And there was a little old man (Hello)
In scarlet and grey, shuffling away (laughter)
Well he trotted back to my house
And he sat beside the telly (Oaah...)
With his tiny hands on his tummy
Chuckling away, laughing all day (laughter)
Oh, I ought to report you to the Gnome office
(Gnome Office)
Yes
(Hahahahaha)
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you can't catch me"
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you can't catch me"
Said the laughing Gnome
Well I gave him roasted toadstools and a glass of dandelion wine (Burp, pardon)
Then I put him on a train to Eastbourne
Carried his bag and gave him a fag
(Haven't you got a light boy?)
"Here, where do you come from?"
(Gnome-man's land, hahihihi)
"Oh, really?"
In the morning when I woke up
He was sitting on the edge of my bed
With his brother whose name was Fred
He'd bought him along to sing me a song
Right, let's hear it
Here, what's that clicking noise?
(That's Fred, he's a "metrognome", haha)
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you don't catch me"
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you can't catch me"
(Own up, I'm a gnome, ain't I right, haha)
"Haven't you got an 'ome to go to?"
(No, we're gnomads)
"Didn't they teach you to get your hair cut at school?
you look like a rolling gnome"
(No, not at the London School of Ecognomics)
Now they're staying up the chimney
And we're living on caviar and honey (hooray!)
Cause they're earning me lots of money
Writing comedy prose for radio shows
It's the-er (what?)
It's the Gnome service of course
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you don't catch me"
Ha ha ha, oh, dear me
(Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you can't catch me"
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you can't catch me")
(One more time, yeah)

Chanter La Vie
((Adapted from: I Have A Dream (ABBA) - 1979))
((German Version: Ich Leb' Im Traum (Nana Mouskouri))
Composer(s): Benny Andersson - Bjorn Ulvaeus - Claude Lemesle
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri



Chanter la vie, la nuit, le jour
Chanter l'amour, chercher l'ami
Même quand le monde pleure, à ton réveil
Aux passants de l'ombre, parle du soleil 

Le pays des anges
N'est pas forcément le paradis
Les pays des anges
Si ton cœur est grand, c'est par ici
Jusqu'à l’oubli chanter la vie 

Chanter la vie toujours plus haut
Dans ses défauts voir un défi
Ouvre ta fenêtre sur un arbre mort
Un enfant va naître, c'est lui le plus fort 

Le pays des anges
N'est pas forcement le paradis
Les pays des anges
Si ton cœur est grand c'est par ici
Jusqu'à l’oubli chanter la vie 
Jusqu'à l’oubli chanter la vie 

Chanter la vie, la nuit, le jour
Chanter l'amour, chercher l'ami
Même quand le monde pleure, à ton réveil
Aux passants de l'ombre, parle du soleil 

Le pays des anges
N'est pas forcément le paradis
Les pays des anges
Si ton cœur est grand, c'est par ici
Jusqu'à l’oubli chanter la vie 
Jusqu'à l’oubli chanter la vie

Full Moon And Empty Arms ((aka All By Myself (by Eric Carmen) - 1975))
((Adapted from: Piano Concerto No. 2 In C Minor, Op. 18 (by Sergei Rachmaninoff) - 1900))
Composer(s): Sergei Rachmaninoff - Buddy Kaye - Ted Mossman
Performer(s): Ray Noble and His Orch. - 1946
and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1996 - Sola Otra Vez (by Celine Dion)
2001 - Je Vous Aime Ainsi (by Jeanne Mas)
2003 - Da Solo No (by Tony Henry & The Royal Philharmonic Orch.)



Full moon and empty arms
The moon is there for us to share, but where are you?
A night like this could weave a memory
And every kiss could start a dream for two

Full moon and empty arms
Tonight I'll use the magic moon to wish upon
And next full moon, if my one wish comes true
My empty arms will be filled with you

Full moon and empty arms
Tonight I'll use the magic moon to wish upon
And next full moon, if my one wish comes true
my empty arms will be filled with you

The Latin Quarter
Composer(s): Al Dubin - Harry Warren
Performer(s): Rudy Vallée; Megan Lynch



So this is gay Paree!  
Come on along with me
We're stepping out to see - the Latin Quarter
Put on your old beret - let's sing the Marseillaise
And put our wine away like water
And are you in the mood - to have some Latin food?
And have you ever wooed - a Latin daughter?
Hoo-ray for Lafayette - Hoo-ray for crêpe Suzette
If you ain't "et" one yet - you ought'er

Come on and
(Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la 
Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
(Par... lez
(Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la 
Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
(Fran... çais
(Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la 
Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
(Their... way
Oo-la-la-la  
Comme si and comme ça
Cum si and cum s'ah)

That's all the Frenchmen sing - that's how they have their fling
That's how the Frenchmen swing - The Latin Quarter
They're fifty million strong - And they can't all be wrong
Let's all - oo-la-la-la - oo-la-la-la
Oo-la-la-la - Oo-la-la-la

We'll watch an artist paint - He'll take a gal who ain't
And paint her as a saint - for just a quarter
She poses just for art - She does it from the heart
She does it à la carte - He taught'er
That gal from Armentières - Who's been around for years
Will show you souvenirs - the soldiers brought'er
She owes a lot of thanks - to quite a lot of Yanks
For what a lot of Francs - they brought'er  

Come on and
(Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la 
Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
(Par... lez
(Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la 
Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
(Fran... çais
(Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la 
Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
(Their... way
Oo-la-la-la  
Comme si and comme ça
Cum si and cum s'ah)

That's all the Frenchmen sing - that's how they have their fling
That's how the Frenchmen swing - The Latin Quarter
They're fifty million strong - And they can't all be wrong
Let's all - oo-la-la-la - oo-la-la-la
Oo-la-la-la - Oo-la-la-la

Chanter
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat



Ils m'addressent leurs chansonnettes
Avec au coeur un fol espoir
Comme si j'avais le pouvoir
De faire d'eux une vedette
De notre métier à facettes
On ne leur montre évidemment
Que le bon côté des paillettes
Sous les projecteurs éclatants

On se couche quand ils se lèvent
Le monde est beau et souriant
Et notre vie n'est plus qu'un rêve
Dans leurs têtes d'adolescents
L'argent l'amour les grands voyages
La gloire acquise à bon marché
Toute la panoplie d'usage
Que dément la réalité

Chanter
Ce n'est pas ce qu'on vous proclame
Chanter
Il faut s'y jeter à tue-tête
À bras le coeur à fendre l'âme
Avec un seul point au programme
Celui de n'être sûr de rien
Celui de n'être sûr de rien

Avoir une santé de fer
De la chance avec le talent
Et cette faculté de faire
Un sourire en serrant les dents
En écoutant claquer les portes
Sur votre nez à deux battants
Penser le diable les emporte
Croire en hiver à son printemps

Pour une vedette miracle
J'en ai tant vu depuis dix ans
Depuis vingt ans encore qui raclent
Leur guitare dans les beuglants
Leur vie passe par des lueurs
D'espoir et de reconcement
On les voit marcher lentement
Un ver qui leur ronge le coeur

Chanter
Ce n'est pas ce qu'on vous proclame
Chanter
Il faut s'y jeter à tue-tête
À bras le coeur à fendre l'âme
Avec un seul point au programme
Celui de n'être sûr de rien
Celui de n'être sûr de rien

Mais si ces propos vous irritent
Dans leur sombre réalité
Vous allez les jeter bien vite
Et n'en faire qu'à votre idée
Si vous sentez du fond de l'âme
Et du ventre jusqu'à vos mains
Brûler cette petite flamme
Contre laquelle on ne peut rien

Dans l'allégresse ou la démence
Vous partirez un beau matin
En suivant le chemin d'errance
Des saltimbanques musiciens
Que vous soit belle la bohême
Que soit clément votre destin
Il faut vivre ce que l'on aime
En payant le prix qui convient

Chanter
Ce n'est pas ce qu'on vous proclame
Chanter
Il faut s'y jeter à tue-tête
À bras le coeur à fendre l'âme
Avec un seul point au programme
Celui de n'être sûr de rien
Celui de n'être sûr de rien

Full Moon
Spanish Title: Noche De Luna
Composer(s): Gonzalez Curiel;
Odette Jackson; Ethel Grainger; Bob Russell
Performer(s): Benny Goodman & Peggy Lee;
and various other artists



Full moon, filled with your own importance
For you think you deserve a bouquet
Though you've been admired for the longest time
You're not quite as great as they say

Full moon, when love is in flower
You're bursting with pride, filled with power
Full moon, when kisses are tender
Don't think it's because of your splendour
Full moon, I know what romance is
Enough of your sly, knowing glances
Long after stars close their sleepy eyes
And the glow of a full moon dies
My heart will still be full of love

The Late Great Johnny Ace
Composer(s): Paul Simon - Philip Glass
Performer(s): Paul Simon



I was reading a magazine
And thinking of a rock and roll song
The year was 1954
And I hadn't been playing that long
When a man came on the radio
And this is what he said
He said I hate to break it
To his fans
But Johnny Ace is dead
Well, I really wasn't
Such a Johnny Ace fan
But I felt bad all the same
So I sent away for his photograph
And I waited till it came
It came all the way from Texas
With a sad and simple face
And they signed it on the bottom
From the Late Great Johnny Ace

It was the year of The Beatles
It was the year of The Stones
It was 1964
I was living in London
With the girl from the summer before
It was the year of The Beatles
It was the year of The Stones
A year after J.F.K.
We were staying up all night
And giving the days away
And the music was flowing
Amazing
And blowing my way

On a cold December evening
I was walking through the Christmas tide
When a stranger came up and asked me
If I'd heard John Lennon had died
And the two of us
Went to this bar
And we stayed to close the place
And every song we played
Was for The Late Great Johnny Ace

Chante L'amour
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat



Enfin le calme le silence
La nuit se glisse à mes genoux
Est-ce la chouette ou le hibou
Ce cri tendu de fer de lance
Plus rien ne se métamorphose
Ma vie se fige tout à coup
On dirait lorsque je compose
Que je joue mon dernier atout

Chante chante chante
Chante chante chante
Chante chante
Chante l'amour à haute voix

Un papillon cogne à la vitre
Avec une ardeur obstinée
Une lumière sous le nez
Et nous voilà faisant le pitre
À chacun sa lampe sa source
À chacun son maître à danser
Emmène-moi sur ta Grande Ourse
O mon amour dont je suis né

Chante chante chante
Chante chante chante
Chante chante
Chante l'amour à haute voix

Au loin les lumières s'allument
Ce papier qui me tend les bras
Chaque fois que je prends la plume
Je tremble de peur et de froid
Je vais j'hésite et je recule
Qui veut se délivrer de moi
Quel est donc ce feu qui me brûle
Qui sonne l'heure à ce beffroi

Chante chante chante
Chante chante chante
Chante chante
Chante l'amour à haute voix

Le temps s'égrène sous la treille
Le crayon me glisse des doigts
Quand ta robe en passant m'éveille
L'amour est comme de la soie
Enfants jouez à la marelle
Dehors la pluie claque des doigts
Tes lèvres passent en bruit d'ailes
Je n'ai jamais aimé que toi

Chante chante chante
Chante chante chante
Chante chante
Chante l'amour à haute voix

Fui Mujer
Composer(s): Adrian Abonizio
Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto



Dificil olvidar
todo lo que perdí
eso no es para mi
material de vida
botellas y almas queridas
que la noche sublima
en su medialuz.
Antes de ser varón
yo se que fui mujer
lo siento al recordar
algunos tramos
cuando me miro las manos
y son de un lejano
pais de otra piel

Nostalgia de otra vida
carbón que da la mina
la fuerza necesaria para arder
y en los ojos del espacio
va silvandome despacio
que soy trigo
pa’ que otros puedan comer
esto no termina nunca
el amor es la pregunta
y si estuve en otra vida fui mujer
Conozco la canción
falsia del querer
la trágica comedia de la hombria
creeen que llorar afemina
y el dolór los obliga
a llorar como mujer

The Last Worthless Evening
Composer(s): Don Henley - John Corey - Stan Lynch
Performer(s): Don Henley



I know you broke up with him
And your heart's still on the shelf
It's been over two years for me
And I'm still not quite myself
You can't be with someone new
And you can't go back to him
You're beginning to realize
That it's sink or swim

I see you around sometimes
And my heart just melts
You're lookin' like if you had your wish
You'd be somewhere else
And it just breaks my heart
To see you here this way
Someday I'll get the nerve
To walk up to you and say

This is the last worthless evening
That you'll have to spend
Just gimme a chance
To show you how to love again
This is the last worthless evening
That you'll have to spend
'Cause I'll be there
When your broken heart is on the mend

Every night it's the same old crowd in smokey rooms
You catch a faint glimpse of love sometimes
But it never blooms
I've been around this block a time or two
And I've made some big mistakes
But girl I promise you, I promise you

This is the last worthless evening
That you'll have to spend
Just gimme a chance
To show you how to love again
This is the last worthless evening that you'll have to spend
'Cause it won't be long
'Till your little heart is on the mend

People inside their houses with the shades pulled down
God knows, we could use some romance in this sleepy bedroom town
I know you're still afraid to rush into anything
But there're just so many summers
And just so many springs

And this is the last worthless evening
That you'll have to spend, baby
Just gimme a chance, gimme a chance
To show you love again
This is the last worthless evening
That you'll have to spend 'cause it won't be long
'Til your little heart is on the mend

That you'll have to spend
Just gimme a chance to show you how to love again
This is the last worthless evening
That you'll have to spend 'cause it won't be long
'Til your little heart is on the mend

D.i.s.c.o.
Composer(s): Daniel Vangarde - Jean Kluger
Performer(s): Ottawan



D - i - s - c - o 
D - i - s - c - o
D - i - s - c - o
D - i - s - c - o
D - i - s - c - o
D - i - s - c - o
D - i - s - c - o
D - i - s - c - o
Elle est disco 
Elle est disco 
Elle est disco 
Elle est disco 

Elle est D
Démoniaque
Elle est I
Hystérique
Elle est S
Satanique
Elle est C
C'est pas possible
Elle est O ooooooooooooooooooooo

Elle est D
Désirable
Elle est I
Irrésistible
Elle est S
Super sexy
Elle est C
C'est formidable
Elle est O ooooooooooooooooooooo

Refrain

Elle est D
Délirante
Elle est I
Immorale
Elle est S
Suffisante
Elle est C
C'est terrible
Elle est O ooooooooooooooooooooo

Elle est D
D douce douce
Elle est I
Hyper belle
Elle est S
Super simple
Elle est C
C'est un rêve
Elle est O ooooooooooooooooooooo

(…)

Elle est D
Démoniaque
Elle est I
Hystérique
Elle est S
Satanique
Elle est C
C'est pas possible
Elle est O ooooooooooooooooooooo

Elle est D
Désirable
Elle est I
Irrésistible
Elle est S
Super sexy
Elle est C
C'est formidable
Elle est O ooooooooooooooooooooo

Refrain

Fugue For Tinhors
Composer(s): Frank Loesser
Performer(s): Stubby Kaye Quintet;
and various other artists



Nicely:
I got the horse right here
The name is Paul Revere
And here's a guy that says if the weather's clear
Can do, can do
This guy says the horse can do
If he says the horse can do
Can do, can do

For Paul Revere I'll bite
I hear his foot's all right
Of course it all depends if it rained last night
Likes mud, likes mud
This "X" means the horse likes mud
If that means the horse like mud
Likes mud, likes mud

I tell you Paul Revere
Now this is no bum steer
It's from a handicapper that's real sincere
Can do, can do
This guy says the horse can do
If he says the horse can do
Can do, can do
Paul Revere
I got the horse right here

Benny:
I'm pickin' Valentine
`Cause on the morning line
The guy has got him figured at five to nine
Has chance, has chance
This guy says the horse has chance
If he says the horse has chance
Has chance, has chance

I know it's Valentine
The morning works look fine
Besides, the jockey's brother's a friend of mine
Needs race, needs race
This guy says the horse needs race
If he says the horse needs race
Needs race, needs race

I go for Valentine
`Cause on the morning line
The guy has got him figured at five to nine
Has chance, has chance
This guy says the horse has chance
Valentine!
I got the horse right here

Rusty Charlie:
But look at Epitaph
He wins it by a half
According to this here in the Telegraph
Big threat, big threat
This guy calls the horse big threat
If he calls the horse big threat
Big threat, big threat

And just a minute, boys
I got the feed box noise
It says the great-grandfather was Equipoise
Shows class, shows class
This guy says the horse shows class
If he says the horse shows class
Shows class, shows class

So make it Epitaph
He wins it by half
According to this here in the Telegraph
Epitaph!
I got the horse right here!

Last Word In Lonesome Is Me 
Composer(s): Eddy Arnold
Performer(s): Eddy Arnold



The last word in lonesome is me 
The last word in lonesome is me 
My heart is as lonely as a heart can be lonely 
The last word in lonesome is me 

Too bad what's happened to our good love 
Too bad what's happened to our good love 
Sometimes our best isn't quite good enough 
And the last word in lonesome is me 

The last word in lonesome is me 
The last word in lonesome is me 
My heart is as lonely as a heart can be lonely 
The last word in lonesome is me 

Life is a desert and love quenches thirst 
Life is a desert and love quenches thirst 
We all have to hurt sometime this is my first time 
The last word in lonesome is me 

The last word in lonesome is me 
The last word in lonesome is me 
My heart is as lonely as a heart can be lonely 
The last word in lonesome is me 

Chante... Comme Si Tu Devais Mourir Demain
((Swedish Verion: Låt Oss Sjunga (Agneta Munther) - 1975))
Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë - Michel Fugain
First release by: Michel Fugain - 1974



Chante la vie chante
Comme si tu devais mourir demain
Chante comme si plus rien n'avait d'importance
Chante, oui chante
Aime la vie aime
Comm' un voyou comm' un fou comm' un chien
Comme si c'était ta dernière chance
Chante oui chante
Tu peux partir quand tu veux
Et tu peux dormir où tu veux
Rêver d'une fille
Prendre la Bastille
Ou claquer ton fric au jeu
Mais n'oublie pas

Chante la vie chante
Comme si tu devais mourir demain
Chante comme si plus rien n'avait d'importance
Chante, oui chante
Fête fais la fête
Pour un amour un ami ou un rien
Pour oublier qu'il pleut sur tes vacances
Chante oui chante
Et tu verras que c'est bon
De laisser tomber sa raison
Sors par les fenêtres
Marche sur la tête
Pour changer les traditions
Mais n'oublie pas

Chante la vie chante
Comme si tu devais mourir demain
Chante comme si plus rien n'avait d'importance
Chante, oui chante
La la la....

Fuga En Tabu
Performer(s): Fito Paez



Yo no elegí y no quiero 
yo no elegí y no quiero 
Quiero salir y no puedo 
quiero salir y no puedo 
Lejos de aquí hay un fuego 
lejos de aquí hay un fuego 
Si hay que brillar, brillaremos 
Si hay que acabar, acabemos 
Yo soy de aquí y del cielo 
yo soy de aquí y del cielo 
Dime que sí y lo haremos 
dime que sí y lo haremos 
Si hay que brillar, brillaremos 
Si hay que acabar acabemos

The Last Wall Of The Castle
Composer(s): Jorma Kaukonen
Performer(s): Jefferson Airplane



Gone swirling tears came she went today
Down Fallen years go by
No place in learning how to cry; I went astray
Understanding is a virtue, hard to come by
You can teach me how to love
If you'll only try 
So please!
Don't give up so soon

Sorry that I hurt her I went astray
Hurt her mind and broke her heart
But there's no stopping once you start; she went away
Understanding is a virtue, hard to come by
You can teach me how to love
If you'll only try 
So please!
Don't give up so soon

I never knew you the way you are
The Blinded bird is not sincere
His flying's done from only fear, he's lost his star
Understanding is a virtue, hard to come by
You can teach me how to love
If you'll only try 
So please!
Don't give up so soon...

Chant No. 1
Composer(s): Gary Kemp
Performer(s): Spandau Ballet



I checked the time, it was almost time
a curious smell,an intangible crime
I'm washing my clothes,but the stain still grows
cover your eyes,the stain still shows

I feel the gaze against my skin
I feel the gaze against my skin
I know this feeling is a lie
I know this feeling is a lie
there's a guilt within my mind
there's a guilt within my mind 
I know this feeling is a lie
I know this feeling is a lie

I don't need this pressure on

oh I should question not ignore
oh I should question not ignore
songs are always buried deep
songs are always buried deep

there's a lion in my arms
there is a motion in my arm
oh I should question not ignore
I should believe and not ignore

I don't need this pressure on
you go down,down
pass the talk of town
you go down greek street
then it's underground
well it's Soho life
for this mobile knife
it's the place to shoot
Friday night Beat Route