Via Della Povertà
((Adapted from: Desolation Row (Bob Dylan) - 1965))
((Dutch Version: De Verloren Straat (Ernst Jansz) - 2010))
Composer(s): Bob Dylan - Fabrizio De André
Performer(s): Fabrizio De André - 1974



Il Salone di bellezza in fondo al vicolo
è affollatissimo di marinai
prova a chiedere a uno che ore sono
e ti risponderà "non l'ho saputo mai"

Le cartoline dell'impiccagione
sono in vendita a cento lire l'una
il commissario cieco dietro la stazione
per un indizio ti legge la sfortuna

e le forze dell'ordine irrequiete
cercano qualcosa che non va
mentre io e la mia signora ci affacciamo stasera
su via della Povertà

Cenerentola sembra così facile
ogni volta che sorride ti cattura
ricorda proprio Bette Davis
con le mani appoggiate alla cintura

Arriva Romeo trafelato
e le grida "il mio amore sei tu"
ma qualcuno gli dice di andar via
e di non riprovarci più

e l'unico suono che rimane
quando l'ambulanza se ne va
è Cenerentola che spazza la strada
in via della Povertà

Mentre l'alba sta uccidendo la luna
e le stelle si son quasi nascoste
la signora che legge la fortuna
se n'è andata in compagnia dell'oste

Ad eccezione di Abele e di Caino
tutti quanti sono andati a far l'amore
aspettando che venga la pioggia
ad annacquare la gioia ed il dolore

e il Buon Samaritano
sta affilando la sua pietà
se ne andrà al Carnevale stasera
in via della Povertà

I tre Re Magi sono disperati
Gesù Bambino è diventato vecchio
e Mister Hyde piange sconcertato
vedendo Jeckyll che ride nello specchio

Ofelia è dietro la finestra
mai nessuno le ha detto che è bella
a soli ventidue anni
è già una vecchia zitella

la sua morte sarà molto romantica
trasformandosi in oro se ne andrà
per adesso cammina avanti e indietro
in via della Povertà

Einstein travestito da ubriacone
ha nascosto i suoi appunti in un baule
è passato di qui un'ora fa
diretto verso l'ultima Thule

sembrava così timido e impaurito
quando ha chiesto di fermarsi un po' qui
ma poi ha cominciato a fumare
e a recitare l'A B C

ed a vederlo tu non lo diresti mai
ma era famoso qualche tempo fa
per suonare il violino elettrico
in via della Povertà

Ci si prepara per la grande festa
c'è qualcuno che comincia ad aver sete
il fantasma dell'opera
si è vestito in abiti da prete
sta ingozzando a viva forza Casanova
per punirlo della sua sensualità
lo ucciderà parlandogli d'amore
dopo averlo avvelenato di pietà

e mentre il fantasma grida
tre ragazze si son spogliate già
Casanova sta per essere violentato
in via della Povertà

E bravo Nettuno mattacchione
il Titanic sta affondando nell'aurora
nelle scialuppe i posti letto sono tutti occupati
e il capitano grida "ce ne stanno ancora"

e Ezra Pound e Thomas Eliot
fanno a pugni nella torre di comando
i suonatori di calipso ridono di loro
mentre il cielo si sta allontanando

e affacciati alle loro finestre nel mare
tutti pescano mimose e lillà
e nessuno deve più preoccuparsi
di via della Povertà

A mezzanotte in punto i poliziotti
fanno il loro solito lavoro
metton le manette intorno ai polsi
a quelli che ne sanno più di loro

i prigionieri vengon trascinati
su un calvario improvvisato lì vicino
e il caporale Adolfo li ha avvisati
che passeranno tutti dal camino
e il vento ride forte
e nessuno riuscirà a ingannare il suo destino
in via della Povertà

La tua lettera l'ho avuta proprio ieri
mi racconti tutto quel che fai
ma non essere ridicola
non chiedermi "come stai"

questa gente di cui mi vai parlando
è gente come tutti noi
non mi sembra che siano mostri
non mi sembra che siano eroi
e non mandarmi ancora tue notizie
nessuno ti risponderà
se insisti a spedirmi le tue lettere
da via della Povertà

Chat Gris Chagrin
Performer(s): Salvatore Adamo



Chat gris, chagrin soir
Et matin sur l'édredon fait son ronron
Chat gris, chagrin les yeux éteints
Trouve le temps long et tourne en rond

Elle, elle comprenait chat gris
Elle, elle te parlait chagrin
Moi j'suis ton ami aussi
Mais j'ai ma tête entre mes mains
Tu le vois bien

Et que peut bien faire un monsieur sans entrain
Pour te distraire chat gris, chagrin
Te jeter son cœur comme une boule de laine
Ça f'rait ton bonheur ça chass'rait pas ta peine

Chat gris, chagrin dans le jardin
De papillon en abandon
Chat gris, chagrin
Trouve son patron pas folichon

Elle, elle m'a quitté chat gris
Elle, elle t'a oublié chagrin
Va, si tu peux la trouver
Moi, je ne peux pas t'aider
Tu le vois bien

Que pourrait bien faire un monsieur sans entrain
Pour te distraire chat gris, chagrin
Te jeter son cœur comme une boule de laine
Ça f'rait ton bonheur ça chass'rait pas ta peine

Rag Mama Rag
Composer(s): J.R. Robertson
Performer(s): The Band



Rag Mama Rag, I can't believe it's true
Rag Mama Rag, what did you do?  
I crawled up to the railroad track, let the four nine-teen scratch my back

Shag mama shag now whats come over you  
Rag Mama Rag, I'm a pulling out your gag
Gonna turn you lose like an old caboose 
Got a tail I need a drag
I ask about your turtle, and you ask about the weather
Well, I can't jump the hurdle and we can't get together
We could be relaxing in my sleeping bag
But all you want to do for me mama is a Rag Mama Rag
There's nowhere to go  

Rag Mama Rag
Come on resin up the bow

Rag Mama Rag, where do ya roam?
Rag Mama Rag, bring your skinny little body right home

Its dog eat dog and cat eat mouse, you can 
Rag Mama Rag all over my house

Hail stones beatin on the roof
the bourbon is a hundred proof
its you and me and the telephone
Our destiny is quite well known
We don't need to sit and brag 
All we gotta do is 
Rag Mama Rag
Rag Mama Rag
Where do you roam?
Rag Mama Rag, bring your skinny little body back home

Chasseur De Rêves
Composer(s): C. Monney - F. Jeantet - B. Flavien - Y. Guillo
Performer(s): Claude Brasseur



Contact... Moteur!
Y a du monde sur les boulevards
Des chevaux sous les capots
Des ronflements dans le brouillard
De drôles de bruits dans la sono
On s'dit "bonjour" et puis "au-revoir"
Un signe de tête dans les rétros
Motos, pilotes, autos, motards
Good bye, good luck, à bientôt
On laisse les habitudes pour d'autres latitudes
Destination plein sud!
Chasseur de rêves
Pour vivre l'aventure ailleurs
Vivre l'aventure ailleurs
Chasseur de rêves
Chasseur de rêves...
Hé! pourquoi tu cours dans le désert
Dans la vapeur des moteurs chauds
Si c'est pas pour gagner l'enfer
Au paradis auto-moto?
Accélère! ça passe, ça passe!
Bloque l'aiguille au compteur
Et pilote au tempo moteur
Jolie mafia!
Les machines infernales
Se battent dans la poussière
Au delà des frontières
Mirages de voyageurs
Faut tenir pour la victoire
Faut tenir jusqu'à Dakar
Chasseur de rêves
Pour vivre l'aventure ailleurs
Vivre l'aventure ailleurs
Chasseur de rêves, chasseur de rêves
Chasseur de rêves...
Quand on lève la tête sous un soleil de plomb
Parfois le temps s'arrête, le temps a raison
L'eau est tiède mais là-bas c'est normal
Le soleil a le poids du sommeil
Au petit jour, café trop chaud
Quelques mots... On r'part...
L'étape c'est la dernière
Les sourires sont fatigués
Derniers kilomètres en plein cœur de la forêt
On a rattrapé l'horizon
On a tenu jusqu'à Dakar
Chasseur de rêves
Pour vivre l'aventure ailleurs
Vivre l'aventure ailleurs
Chasseur de rêves,
L'aventure est loin
Chasseur de rêves
Chasseur de rêves
Vivre l'aventure ailleurs
Entre les hommes et l'équateur
Chasseur de rêves
Chasseur de rêves...

Rag Doll
Composer(s): Bob Crewe; Bob Gaudio
Performer(s): The Four Seasons;
and various other artists



Ooh, oo-oo-oo-ooh (Ooh-oo-ooh) 
Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh 
Ahh, ah-ah-ah-ahh (Rag doll, ooh) 
Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh 

(Hand-me-down) When she was just a kid her clothes were hand-me-down 
(Hand-me-down) They always laughed at her when she came into town 
Called her rag doll, little rag doll 
Such a pretty face should be dressed in lace 

Ooh, oo-oo-oo-ooh (Ooh-oo-ooh) 
Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh 

(Sad rag doll) I'd change her sad rags into glad rags if I could 
(If I could) My folks won't let me 'cause they say that she's no good 
She's a rag doll, such a rag doll 
Though I love her so, I can't let her know 

Ooh, oo-oo-oo-ooh (Ooh-oo-ooh) 
Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh 
Ahh, ah-ah-ah-ahh (Rag doll, ooh) 
I love you just the way you are 

A-ahh, ah-ah-ah-ah ah-ahh (Rag doll, ooh) 
Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh

La Mort Solitaire De Hattie Carroll
((Adapted from: The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll (Bob Dylan) - 1964))
Composer(s): Bob Dylan - Hugues Aufray - Pierre Delanoë
Performer(s): Hugues Aufray - 1965



William Zanzinger a tué Hattie Carroll
Il l'a tué sans raison d'un coup de canne en or
Au cours d'une soirée donnée à Baltimore
La police appelée désarma l'assassin
Il fut accompagné jusqu'au poste voisin
Inculpé d'homicide et gardé en prison

Vous qui philosophez tout le temps et critiquez les gens
Ne sortez pas votre mouchoir, vous pleurerez plus tard

William Zanzinger tout juste vingt quatre ans
Possédait un domaine d'au moins trois cents hectares
Héritier, protégé par de riches parents
Des soutiens politiques et des murs de dollars
Il haussa les épaules, poussa quelques jurons
Et fut presque aussitôt libéré sous caution

Vous qui philosophez tout le temps et critiquez les gens
Ne sortez pas votre mouchoir, vous pleurerez plus tard

Hattie Carroll était plutôt noire de couleur
Elle avait 50 ans et dix enfants mineurs
Elle vidait les ordures et apportait les plats
S'approchait de la table mais ne s'asseyait pas
Elle n'osait adresser la parole au patron
Vidant les cendriers, balayant le salon
Elle fut tué sur le coup, pauvre femme de misère
Elle qui n'avait rien fait à William Zanzinger

Vous qui philosophez tout le temps et critiquez les gens
Ne sortez pas votre mouchoir, vous pleurerez plus tard

Au palais de justice, le juge pris son temps
Pour étudier l'affaire très attentivement
Il dit tout citoyen pris en flagrant délit
Qu'il soit riche, qu'il soit pauvre, devait être puni
Et que la loi ferait aucune distinction
Condamnant sans faiblesse ceux qui tuent sans raison
Attendus ces motifs, le juge d'un ton sévère
Donna six mois de prison à William Zanzinger

Vous qui philosophez tout le temps et critiquez les gens
Vous pouvez sortir vos mouchoirs, il est bien temps de pleurer ce soir

Chasing Shadows
Composer(s): Mick Box - Bob Daisley - Peter Goalby - Lee Kerslake - John Sinclair
Performer(s): Uriah Heep



Seen from the shadows
Deep in the night
I know you're near
But you're nowhere in sight
Seen from the darkness
Down in the streets
I hear your footsteps
I hear your heartbeat
Oh, I can hear your heartbeat

A misty corner
Away from the light
I know you're near
But you're nowhere in sight
On my shoulder
I feel you're near
I feel you moving
But you never appear

Radio, Radio
Composer(s): Elvis Costello
Performer(s): Elvis Costello



I was tuning in the shine on the light night dial
doing anything my radio advised
with every one of those late night stations
playing songs bringing tears to me eyes
I was seriously thinking about hiding the receiver
when the switch broke 'cause it's old
They're saying things that I can hardly believe
They really think we're getting out of control

Radio is a sound salvation
Radio is cleaning up the nation
They say you better listen to the voice of reason
But they don't give you any choice
'cause they think that it's treason
So you had better do as you are told
You better listen to the radio

I wanna bite the hand that feeds me
I wanna bite that hand so badly
I want to make them wish they'd never seen me

Some of my friends sit around every evening
and they worry about the times ahead
But everybody else is overwhelmed by indifference
and the promise of an early bed
You either shut up or get cut out
they don't wanna hear about it
It's only inches on the reel-to-reel
And the radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools
tryin' to anaesthetise the way that you feel

(Chorus)

Wonderful radio
Marvelous radio
Wonderful radio
Radio, radio...

The Loneliest Man On The Moon
Performer(s): David Castle



Sitting on the corner of the moon
Wishing you would get here soon
Whistling a lonely tune
Waiting for the next balloon

Reflections of the past are on my face
I don't know why I joined this race
Without you, I feel out of place
It's so lonely here in outer space

Babe, I'm the loneliest man on the moon

Spending my nights with the meteorites
Babe, I'm the loneliest man on the moon
Sharing my lips with a total eclipse
And I don't think you're coming back soon

The stars are falling down from the sky
Teardrops falling from my eyes
When I saw you wave goodbye
You were in a crowd, I was in a cloud

Babe, I'm the loneliest man on the moon

'Cause I don't see another balloon

Babe, I'm the loneliest man on the moon

Babe, I'm the loneliest man on the moon
Sharing my lips with a total eclipse
And I don't think you're coming back soon
Cause I don't see another balloon

I'm the loneliest man on the moon
I'm the loneliest man on the moon
I'm the loneliest man on the moon
I'm the loneliest man
Loneliest man, loneliest man on the moon

Chasing Shadows
Composer(s): Jon Lord - Ian Paice
Performer(s): Deep Purple



Chasing shadows, over my walls
with myself hardly sleeping
Dwarfs and giants, twenty feet tall
fill the room with their creeping

Sounds of breathing sharpen my ears
then they fade into nothing
Someone's laughter out in the street
fills the night with their loving

I feel the ice in my head
Running its hands through my bed
Not even dreaming I seem to be dead
Colours of yellow and colours of red

All I'm asking some secret voice
is to lead me to darkness

I'm so tired, dawn never comes
I just hide in the shadows

Radio Wall Of Sound
Composer(s): James Whild Lea
Performer(s): Slade



(This is rockin' radio, the wall of sound
Citizen Kane rise again
Stay tuned to this frequency

This is rockin' radio, the wall of sound
The music that rocks, the music that stops
The music that comes to you from everywhere
As listeners with music on the mind
I love that music, I love that sound
I love that record, I love that voice
Stay tuned to radio WOS, the wall of sound)

I'm in trouble, I'm in deep, I don't know why I can't sleep
I feel something in my brain, it's the sound that's keeping me sane
I love that music, I love that sound
I love this new piano I found
I love that record, I love that noise
It's me who sees my favorite side

Radio, wall of sound, coming up from my tower
Radio, wall of sound, twenty-four hours of power

My head is spinning around, the F is a stedier sound
It tells me just who I am
Who's that telegram send
I love that record, I love that noise
Now my girl rocks with the boys
I love that music, I love that sound
So just play the radio loud

Radio, wall of sound, coming up from my tower
Radio, wall of sound, WOS power

Radio, wall of sound, coming up from my tower
Radio, wall of sound, twenty-four hours of power

My head is spinning around, the F is a stedier sound
It tells me just who I am
Who's that telegram send
I love that record, I love that noise
Now my girl rocks with the boys
I love that music, I love that sound
So just play the radio loud 

(This is rocking radio 107, the music that
rocks the music that drops, the music that
comes to you from everywhere 'cause this
is the music of the mind) 

I love that record, I love that sound,
I love it, I love it, I love it

(This is the big one, the wall of sound)

I love that music, I love that sound
You're listening to radio loud

(The music comes to you from around your head Look out!)

I love that record, I love that noise

(You think the music's here, it's not, it's inside your head.
You are the wall of sound)

Radio, wall of sound, coming up from my tower
Radio, wall of sound, twenty-four hours of power

My head is spinning around, the F is a stedier sound
It tells me just who I am
Who's that telegram send
I love that record, I love that noise
Now my girl rocks with the boys
I love that music, I love that sound
So just play the radio loud

Radio, wall of sound, coming up from my tower
Radio, wall of sound, WOS power

(Radio wall of sound-stay tuned to this frequency)

The Lone Teen Ranger
Composer(s): Paul Simon
Performer(s): Tom & Jerry (Paul Simon as Jerry Landis)



Ba ba ba… ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba…
Hi, ho, Silver, away

Ba ba ba… ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba…
Hey, but the Lone Teen Ranger

Oh, he rides around on a big white horse
He’s as cool as he can be
And my baby fell in love with him
When she saw him on TV
And since that day, I’m sorry to say
She hasn’t had time for me
‘Cause he goes “bang, bang” –gun shot–
He’s the Lone Teen Ranger

Ba ba ba… ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba…
Hi, ho, Silver, away

Ba ba ba… ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba…
Hey, but the Lone Teen Ranger

To save my soul I can’t get a date
And you know who’s to blame
Since the Lone Teen Ranger came around
My girfriend’s not the same
She even kissed the TV set
Oh it’s a crying shame
‘Cause he goes “bang, bang” –gun shot–
He’s the Lone Teen Ranger
 
Ha! Pony!
Ride! Ride!
 
Every night at eight o’clock, she turns on the TV
The Lone Teen Ranger stole my girl
(She’s got no time for me)

Well, he better watch out, ‘cause I’m getting’ mad
And here’s what I’m gonna do
I’m gonna wear a mask and ride a horse and carry a six-gun too
And when my baby looks at me, she’s gonna love me too
‘Cause I’ll go “bang, bang” –gun shot–
He’s the Lone Teen Ranger
 
Hi, ho, Silver, there he goes! He’s the Lone Teen Ranger! 
Hi, ho, Silver, there he goes! He’s the Lone Teen Ranger!...
 
(Who was that masked man?
You don’t know? That’s the Lone Teen Ranger!)

Chasin' The Wind
Composer(s): Diane Warren
Performer(s): Chicago



Did the best I could
To make you mine
If you ever felt anything for me
Well, you never gave a sign
Thought time would make you change
Make you want me
But baby I never had a chance
Now I know that there’s just some things
Just not meant to be
No use
Making you care about me
No way
That I’m gonna win
Oh darlin’
I might as well be
Chasin’ the wind
Oh, I’m just
Chasin’ the wind
Opened up my heart
Let you inside
If love was what you were lookin’ for
Well, I guess it wasn’t mine
So I guess I better go
It’s over and done
But you know I’m not really sad at all
’cause you can’t really say it’s over
When it never had begun
No use
Making you care about me
No way
That I’m gonna win
Oh darlin’
I might as well be
Chasin’ the wind
Oh, I’m just
Chasin’ the wind
Can’t reach the sea
If you can’t get past the sand
Can’t touch the sky
If you can’t reach up your hand
Can’t give if you give nothing back
No use
Making you care about me
No way
That I’m gonna win
Oh darlin’
I might as well be
Chasin’ the wind
Oh, I’m just
Chasin’ the wind

Radio Lover
Composer(s): Ron Hellard; Bucky Jones
Performer(s): George Jones



He kisses her goodbye, and heads for the radio station
Oh, he hates to leave her, but he's got another show to do
He knows she gets lonely, so he lets her know that he's thinking about her
And though millions are listening, she knows who he's talking to

Chorus:
Comin' to you live like I do every night
From the heart of your radio
I play a little sad, and I play a lotta glad
And a few ol' cheatin' songs

Here's hopin' everybody out in radio land
Found a love just as true as mine
Good night angel, sleep tight darlin'
Close your pretty brown eyes

When the show is over
your radio lover
will be home by your side

She's laying in bed as her DJ tells her that he loves her
It would break his heart if he knew she wasn't there alone
She knows when to cheat and when to tell her lover to leave her
She knows they'll be safe just as long as his show goes on

He planned a surprise for the night of their first anniversary
He taped his show just so he could be home
The radio was playing and, as he walked in on her and her lover
He heard himself saying the last words that they ever heard

Chorus (x2)

The Lone Ranger
Composer(s): Billy Yates - Gerald Smith - John Northrup
Performer(s): George Jones; Gerald Smith



I'm tired of sittng home, sick of being all alone
Thought I'd just go for a drive
I was headed downtown, when I did me a turnaround
When I saw the neon sign
Happy hour two for one, sounded like a lot of fun
So I stopped and went inside
The next thing that I knew, I was sittin' on a barstool
Having the time of my life

Well, I had more silver bullets last night than the Lone Ranger
I was shootin' 'em down like I didn't have a care,
Ignoring all the danger
Bless my soul this morning I awoke
In the arms of a perfect stranger
I had more silver bullets last night than the Lone Ranger

Did I fail to mention, it wasn't my intention
To stay out all night long
I was gonna have a few, but one round led to two
Next thing I knew I was gone
Well here's where I draw a blank, the band was playin' Hank
She rode in to save the day
And all I remember were kisses sweet and tender
And Hi-Yo Silver away

Well, I had more silver bullets last night than the Lone Ranger
I was shootin' 'em down like I didn't have a care
Ignoring all the danger
Bless my soul this morning I awoke
In the arms of a perfect stranger
I had more silver bullets last night than the Lone Ranger

Chasin' That Neon Rainbow
Composer(s): Alan Jackson - Jim McBride
Performer(s): Alan Jackson



Daddy won a radio
Tuned it to a country show
I was rockin' in the cradle
To the cryin' of a steel guitar
Mama used to sing to me
Taught me that sweet harmony
Now she worries 'cause she never thought
I'd ever really take it this far
Singin' in the bars
Chasin' that neon rainbow
Livin' that honky tonk dream
All I've ever wanted
Was to pick this guitar and sing
Just tryin' to be somebody
Just wanna be heard and seen
Chasin' that neon rainbow
Livin' that honky tonk dream

An atlas and a coffee cup
Five pickers in an old Dodge truck
Headin' down to Houston
For a show on Saturday night
This overhead is killin' me
Half the time I sing for free
But when the crowd's into it
Lord it makes this thing I'm doing seem right
Standin in the spotlight

Daddy's got a radio
He won it thirty years ago
He said "Son I just know we're gonna hear you singin' on it someday"
I made it up to Music Row
But Lordy don't the wheels turn slow
Still I wouldn't trade a minute
And I wouldn't have it any other way
Just show me to the stage

Daddy's got a radio
He won it thirty years ago
He said "Son I just know we're gonna hear you singin' on it someday"
I made it up to Music Row
But Lordy don't the wheels turn slow
Still I wouldn't trade a minute
And I wouldn't have it any other way
Just show me to the stage

I'm chasin' that neon rainbow
Livin' that honky tonk dream

Radio Heart
Composer(s): Stephen Davis; Dennis Morgan
Performer(s): Charly McClain; Richard Clayderman



Married at sixteen
Two kids by twenty-one
But he couldn't take it
Now she's raisin' them all on her own
Between the bills and the laundry
Sometimes she's so lonely she cries
But she's found an escape
From some of the achin' inside

She's got a radio heart
She loves the songs they play, they take him off her mind
She's got a radio heart
It helps fill an empty space he left behind
She gets lost in a steel guitar
Oh, it's her way out when the heartache starts
She's found a little salvation on a local station
She's got a radio heart

She'll finish clearin' the table
And put the kids off to bed
She tries to watch an old movie
But she thinks of him instead
She lies alone in the dark
And stares at the lighted dial
She gets into the music
And out of this world for a while

She's got a radio heart
She loves the songs they play, they take him off her mind
She's got a radio heart
It helps fill an empty space he left behind
She gets lost in a steel guitar
Oh, it's her way out when the heartaches start
She's found a little salvation on a local station
She's got a radio heart

She's got a radio heart

She's got a radio heart

London Boys
Composer(s): David Bowie
Performer(s): David Bowie



Cow bell strikes another night 
Your eyes are heavy and your limbs all ache 
You've bought some coffee, butter and bread 
You can't make a thing cause the meter's dead 
You moved away 
Hold your folks you're gonna stay away 

Bright lights, Soho, Wardour street 
You hope you make friends with the guys that you meet 
Somebody shows you round 
Now you've met the London boys 
Things seem good again, someone cares about you 

Oh, the first time that you tried a pill 
You feel a little queasy, decidedly ill 
You're gonna be sick, but you mustn't lose faith 
To let yourself down would be a big disgrace 
With the London boys, with the London boys 

You're only seventeen, but you think you've grown 
In the month you've been away from your parents' home 
You take the pills too much 
You don't give a damn about that jobs you've got 
So long as you're with the London boys 

A London boy, oh a London boy 
Your flashy clothes are your pride and joy 
A London boy, a London boy 
You're crying out loud that you're a London boy 
You think you've had a lot of fun 
But you ain't got nothing, you're on the run 
It's too late now, cause you're out there boy 
You've got it made with the rest of the toys 
Now you wish you'd never left your home 
You've got what you wanted but you're on your own 
With the London boys 
Now you've met the London boys 
Now you've met the London boys
Now you've met the London boys

Chase The Blues Away
Composer(s): Tim Buckley
First release by: Tim Buckley - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists



Well come along walk with me
And learn the songs that lovers sing
When they believe
We’ll dance along the river’s edge
Just arm and arm along the moonlit shore
The midnight cries

Well I just came to chase the blues away
For awhile

Just like a child you’ll cling to me
From every sound along that rushes near
It’s just the breeze that licks your skin
And rubs your breast
And as we lay our river’s flow away
Your woman fear

Well I just came to chase the blues away
For awhile

With the morning sun we’ll wake
And lift our eyes and watch the eagle fly
Up mountain high
And on his wings our love will climb
And never fail until he soars and dives
Oh, he’ll take your breath away

Well, he just came to chase the blues away
For awhile

Radio Ga Ga
Composer(s): Roger Taylor
Performer(s): Queen;
and various other artists



Radio - radio
I'd sit alone and watch your light
My only friend through teenage nights
And everything I had to know
I heard it on my radio

You gave them all those old time stars
Through wars of worlds - invaded by Mars
You made 'em laugh - you made 'em cry
You made us feel like we could fly
Radio

So don't become some background noise
A backdrop for the girls and boys
Who just don't know or just don't care
And just complain when you're not there
You had your time, you had the power
You've yet to have your finest hour
Radio - radio

All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio goo goo
Radio ga ga
All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio blah blah
Radio what's new?
Radio, someone still loves you

We watch the shows - we watch the stars
On videos for hours and hours
We hardly need to use our ears
How music changes through the years

Let's hope you never leave old friend
Like all good things on you we depend
So stick around 'cos we might miss you
When we grow tired of all this visual
You had your time - you had the power
You've yet to have your finest hour
Radio - radio

All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio goo goo
Radio ga ga
All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio goo goo
Radio ga ga
All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio blah blah
Radio what's new?
Someone still loves you

Radio ga ga (ga ga)
Radio ga ga (ga ga)
Radio ga ga (ga ga)

You had your time - you had the power
You've yet to have your finest hour
Radio - radio