The Masts Of Morrigan
Composer(s): Maddy Prior
Performer(s): Maddy Prior



I fear that bead black eye
That pierces me to the bone
The cruel stare
The glassy glare
That fingers me alone

Too cunning for a bird
Her mind is warped and crooked
Again and worse
Her voice is harsh
And grates course and wicked

And the masts of Morrigan
Are strung across the world
See the masts of Morrigan
An omen sour as gall
She revels in our gore
My skull her cup
Drinks my blood up
The one-eyed gimpy whore

She deals in the black arts
Runs with the soldier and wolf
The battle sounds
Death rattle mourns
She steals our eyes for herself

Children Of Sánchez
Composer(s): Chuck Mangione
First release by: Chuck Mangione - 1978
Covered by multiple other artists



Without dreams of hope and pride a man will die
Though his flesh still moves his heart sleeps in the grave
Without land man never dreams cause he's not free
All men need a place to live with dignity
Take the crumbs from starving soldiers 
They won't die
Lord said not by bread alone does man survive
Take the food from hungry children, they won't cry
Food alone won't ease the hunger in their eyes

Every child belongs to mankind's family
Children are the fruit of all humanity
Let them feel the love of all the human race
Touch them with the warmth, the strength of that embrace

Give me love and understanding, I will thrive
As my children grow my dreams come alive
Those who hear the cries of children 
God will bless
I will always hear the Children of Sánchez

Rebecca
Composer(s): Hammond; Hazelwood
Performer(s): The Turtles



Met you, brushing your hair with the wind
Riding your bike up on Mulholland Drive
Oh, I got a five minute rush from
You in your faded blue jeans
How many years is it you've been alive?
Oh I'll take a guess
Rebecca, could it be eighteen, nineteen or so
Ooo, Rebecca, will I ever know?

No way, how will I fit in your life?
How could you live with a man without change?
Too strange and too poor to be trusted
Busted a couple of times
Shaken a bit by the years on the road
And the women I've known

Rebecca, you'd have liked the name I gave to you
Ooo, Rebecca, if you only knew...
Go home, to your father's friend's straight sons
To your mother's friend's sweet ones
To the families, so well-to-do and so well-established and

One day, you might wake up to a shock girl
What has it come to?... this sensible life
The wife of a fool...

Rebecca, reading magazines in a chic salon
Ooo, Rebecca... where's Rebecca gone?

The Master
Composer(s): Johnston
Performer(s): The Doobie Brothers



Just don't know why I keep on tryin'
Must be a better way out 
I hope I find it soon
Every night I just can't keep from cryin'
Even my old dog keeps howlin' at the moon
Even my old dog keeps howlin' at the moon

Even the sun, it just a-keep on shinin'
Pollyanna days when I was a child and on my own
Even the tracks, they just a- keep on linin'
I believe my master is just about to bring me home
I believe my master is just about to bring me home

Oh, but bless the days and the many diff'rent ways
people try to love one another!
And won't you bless the times and the holy light that shine
Our cross has been brought asunder

Just don't know why I keep on tryin'
Must be a better way out 
I hope I find it soon
Every night I just can't keep from cryin'
Even my old dog keeps howlin' at the moon
Even my old dog keeps howlin' at the moon

Oh, but bless the days and the many diff'rent ways
people try to love one another!
And won't you bless the times and the holy light that shine
Our cross has been brought asunder

Even the sun, it just a-keep on shinin'
Pollyanna days when I was a child and on my own
Even the tracks, they just a- keep on linin'
I believe my master is just about to bring me home
I believe my master is just about to bring me home

Children And All That Jazz
Composer(s): Joan Baez
Performer(s): Joan Baez



Little Annie Fannie
Morgan and Christian
Katy and Nathan
Tommy and Zem Zem
Alex and J.J.
Tai and Ezekial
Amy and Josie
Matthew and Mosie
Sweet Pearl and Nicholas
Come here and tickle us
I don't like nicknames
I like to play games
One of them's Batman
That's where it's at man
Look at your t-shirt
I see you're all wet now
I'll give you a bath
If you'll go to bed now
Oh can't you see
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired

Joey and Janet
Jennifer, Joshua
Justin and Jason
Jacob and Jordan
Heather and Shannon
Marisa and Kirsten
Kimmie and David
Who shall we play with?
Here comes my own son
Light of my life is
Younger than new leaves
Brighter than you please
Says that he loves me
Big as the world
and Gabriel Harris
You go to bed now
You go to bed now
It's quarter to nine
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired

You heard what I said now
You go to bed now
It was a hard day
Never enough play
Iggy was sick
and couldn't come over
One of your mice died
That was when you cried
Get in the tub
And play with your boats now
Sit here beside me
I'll tell you a story
One about snakes
And anything gory
Ask me no questions
How far is the sky
And I'm falling asleep
And you're smarter than I am
Light of my life
Good night
Good night
Good night

Reasons To Be Cheerful
Composer(s): Ian Dury; Jankel; Payne
Performer(s): Ian Dury



Why don't you get back into bed
Why don't you get back into bed
Why don't you get back into bed
Why don't you get back into bed
Why don't you get back into bed
Why don't you get back into bed
Why don't you get back into bed
Why don't you get back into bed
Why don't you get back into bed
Why don't you get back into bed

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Summer, Buddy Holly, the working folly
Good golly Miss Molly and boats
Hammersmith Palais, the Bolshoi Ballet
Jump back in the alley and nanny goats

18-wheeler Scammels, Domenecker camels
All other mammals plus equal votes
Seeing Piccadilly, Fanny Smith and Willy
Being rather silly, and porridge oats

A bit of grin and bear it, a bit of come and share it
You're welcome, we can spare it - yellow socks
Too short to be haughty, too nutty to be naughty
Going on 40 - no electric shocks

The juice of the carrot, the smile of the parrot
A little drop of claret - anything that rocks
Elvis and Scotty, days when I ain't spotty
Sitting on the potty - curing smallpox

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Health service glasses
Gigolos and brasses
round or skinny bottoms

Take your mum to paris
lighting up the chalice
wee willy harris

Bantu Stephen Biko, listening to Rico
Harpo, Groucho, Chico

Cheddar cheese and pickle, the Vincent motorsickle
Slap and tickle
Woody Allen, Dali, Dimitri and Pasquale
balabalabala and Volare

Something nice to study, phoning up a buddy
Being in my nuddy
Saying hokey-dokey, singalonga Smokey
Coming out of chokey

John Coltrane's soprano, Adi Celentano
Bonar Colleano

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Yes yes
dear dear
perhaps next year
or maybe even never

in which case

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The Masquerade Is Over ((aka (I'm Afraid) The Masquerade Is Over) (Milt Jackson) - 1958))
Composer(s): Herb Magidson - Allie Wruble
First release by: Ambrose & His Orch. - 1939
Covered by multiple other artists



My blue horizon is turning grey
And my dreams are drifting away

Your eyes don't shine like they used to shine
And the thrill is gone when your lips meet mine
I'm afraid the masquerade is over
And so is love, and so is love

Your words don't mean what they used to mean
They were once inspired, now they're just routine
I'm afraid the masquerade is over
And so is love, and so is love

I guess I'll have to play Pagliacci
And get myself a clown's disguise
And learn to laugh like Pagliacci
With tears in my eyes

You look the same, you're a lot the same
But my heart says "no, no, you're not the same"
I'm afraid the masquerade is over
And so is love, and so is love

I guess I'll have to play Pagliacci
And get myself a clown's disguise
And learn to laugh like Pagliacci
With tears in my eyes

You look the same, you're a lot the same
But my heart says "No, no, you're not the same"
I'm afraid the masquerade is over
And so is love, and so is love

Childhood's End?
Composer(s): Derek William Dick - Mark Kelly - Ian Mosley - Steve Rothery - Pete Trewavas
Performer(s): Marillion



And it was morning
And I found myself mourning, for a childhood that I thought had disappeared
I looked out the window
And I saw a magpie in the rainbow, the rain had gone I’m not alone
I turned to the mirror, I saw you, the child, that once loved
The child before they broke his heart
Our heart, the heart that I believed was lost

Hey you, surprised?
More than surprised, to find the answers to the questions, were always in your own eyes
Do you realize that you give it on back to her?
But that would only be retraced in all the problems that you ever knew
So untrue
For she’s got to carry on with her life, and you’ve got to carry on with yours

So I see it’s me, I can do anything
And I’m still the child
’cos the only thing misplaced was direction
And I found direction
There is no childhood’s end
There is no childhood’s end
Cos’ you are my childhood friend
Cos’ you are my childhood friend
Oh lead me on

Hey you, you’ve survived
Now you’ve arrived, to be reborn in the shadow of the magpie
Now you realize, that you’ve got to get out of here
You’ve found the leading light of destiny, burning in the ashes of your memory
You want to change the world
You’d resigned yourself to die a broken rebel
But that was looking backward
Now you’ve found the light

You, the child that once loved
The child before they broke his heart
Our heart, the heart that I believed was lost
So it’s me I see, I can do anything
I’m still the child
’cos the only thing misplaced was direction, and I found direction
There is no childhood’s end
There is no childhood’s end
There is no childhood’s end
I am your childhood friend
Oh, lead me on

Reasons For Waiting
Composer(s): Ian Anderson
Performer(s): Jethro Tull



What a sight for my eyes
to see you in sleep
Could it stop the sun rise
hearing you weep?
You're not seen, you're not heard
but I stand by my word
Came a thousand miles
just to catch you while you're smiling

What a day for laughter
and walking at night
Me following after, your hand holding tight
And the memory stays clear with the song that you hear
If I can but make
the words awake the feeling

What a reason for waiting
and dreaming of dreams
So here's hoping you've faith in impossible schemes
that are born in the sigh of the wind blowing by
while the dimming light brings the end to a night of loving

The Masquerade
Composer(s): Paul Francis Webster - John Jacob Loeb
Performer(s): Arthur Tracy
and multiple other artists



Sometime soon to be, there’s a lover’s moon to be
And a lover’s tune to be born
No more will I be forlorn
I whisper softly till morn
I want you to kiss, for there must be two to kiss
Moments are so few to kiss now
So ‘neath a sycamore bough
Meet me there, oh, greet me there somehow

Twilight soon will fade
I’ll meet you at the masquerade
While our hearts are swinging
To violins singing till dawn

Lady dressed in jade
Hold me tight at the masquerade
If the music halts, dear
Then my heart will waltz
Dear, right on

Twelve o’clock is chiming
On the clock above
Now if you’ll unmask your heart
I’ll love you, love you

Midnight shadows fade
No one else at the masquerade
Everything is through, dear
But my love for you, dear, lives on

Child, Child
Composer(s): Erik Darling - P. Street
Performer(s): Erik Darling



When you were a child, child
Did you want to be listened to?
When you were a child, child
When you were a child?
When you were a child, child
Did you want to be hugged awhile?
When you were a child, child
When you were a child? 

And Bonnie, did they ever tell you
You were important?
Johnny, did they ever tell you
When you were a child?
What you thought and what you wanted
Should be fought for all undaunted
Did anybody ever tell you
When you were a child?

Reason To Believe
Composer(s): Tim Hardin
Performer(s): Tim Hardin



If I listen long enough to you
I'd find the way to believe that it's all true
Knowing that you lied straight faced while I cried
Still I looked to find the reason to believe

Someone like you makes it hard
To live without somebody else
Someone like you makes it easy to give
Never thinking of myself

If you took the time to change my mind
I'd find the way to leave the past behind
Knowing that you lied straight faced while I cried
Still I looked to find the reason to believe

The Masochism Tango
Composer(s): Tom Lehrer
Performer(s): Tom Lehrer; Anne Pringle; Mark Burnell



I ache for the touch of your lips, Dear
But much more for the touch of your whips, Dear
You can raise welts like nobody else
As we dance to the Masochism Tango

Let our love be a flame, not an ember
Say it's me that you want to dismember
Blacken my eye, set fire to my tie
As we dance to the Masochism Tango

At your command, before you here I stand
My heart is in my hand 
Ecch!
It's here that I must be
My heart entreats
Just hear those savage beats
And go put on your cleats
And come and trample me
Your heart is hard as stone or mahogany
That's why I'm in such exquisite agony

My soul is on fire
It's aflame with desire
Which is why I perspire
When we tango

You caught my nose
In your left castanet, Love
I can feel the pain yet, Love
Every time I hear drums
And I envy the rose
That you held in your teeth, Love
With the thorns underneath, Love
Sticking into your gums

Your eyes cast a spell that bewitches
The last time I needed twenty stitches
To sew up the gash that you made with your lash
As we danced to the Masochism Tango
	
Bash in my brain
And make me scream with pain
Then kick me once again
And say we'll never part
I know too well I'm underneath your spell
So, Darling, if you smell
Something burning, it's my heart
Excuse me!

Take your cigarette from its holder
And burn your initials in my shoulder
Fracture my spine, and swear that you're mine
As we dance to the Masochism Tango

Child Star 
Composer(s): Marc Bolan
Performer(s): T. Rex
and various other artists



Mountain eyes, peeping out of his head 
Sipping tea composing in his bed 
A hundred hands working on a musical of old 
Debussy and Mendlessohn 
Handel and Dvorak of old 
Child star protege of Mister Gormez 
Who said you'd go far 
Child star, they do not see just what a precious gem you'd be 
Sad to see them watching you fade into invisibility 

Twelve years old, your elvish fingers kiss your Beethoven hair 
The awesome people stare 
They're unaware of all the angel sounds they see and hear 
Debussy and Mendlessohn 
Handel and Dvorak of old 
Child star protege of Mister Gormez 
Who said you'd go far 
Child star and when you died at just thirteen they wept and wrung their hair 
Sad to see them mourning you when you are there 
Within the flowers and the trees

Really Wanna Know You
Composer(s): Ali Thomson; Gary Wright
Performer(s): Gary Wright



I don't mind being lonely
But I do mind if not being loved
Maybe you're feeling the same way too
You're ready to hold some one

(chorus)

I really wanna know you
I really wanna show you the way I feel
I really wanna know you
I really wanna show you the way I feel

Something about you is telling me
We're coming from the very same place
It's only just a notion I have
(but) I see it written over your face

(repeat chorus)

(***) you've got something about you that I want around me
Something I've been searching all my life through
So now it's up to you, yeah, yeah
Tell me what you're gonna do
I wanna know yeah yeah yeah

Everytime I see you it's the same thing all over again
You're doing something to me it's true
And I don't want to fell it end

(repeat chorus and repeat ***)

The Mask
Composer(s): Roger Glover - J. Roussel
Performer(s): Roger Glover



It's later on a Wednesday, the sun is going down
I'm standing naked by a swimming pool, there's no one around
My imagination wanders back, red dust is always there
We lay together in the jungle, and love was in the air

As I dive into the water, both time and motion freeze
I'm hanging there suspended like a feather in the breeze
Below is your reflection, like an image from the past
But I can't be sure if it's really you, 'cause you're wearing a tribal mask

Take it off, take off the mask 
Take it off, take off the mask
Take it off, take off the mask 
Take it off, take off the mask

There is no way of knowing how long I must remain
Dangling like a statue, and whispering your name
But suddenly it's over, and I begin to fall
But the swimming pool is empty now, no water there at all

I find myself in a room, empty and it's bare
With nothing but a mirror, and I know you're waiting there
I'm looking for an answer, but I don't know who to ask
I see my own reflection, but this time, I got the mask

I can't take it, I can't take it 
I can't take it, I can't take it

Take it off, take off the mask 
Take it off, take off the mask
Take it off, take off the mask 
Take it off, take off the mask

Ah I can't take it, no
I can't take it, no, no
I can't take it, I can't take it
I can't take it, no, no, no

Take it off, take off the mask 
Take it off, take off the mask
Take it off, take off the mask 
Take it off, take off the mask
Take it off, take off the mask 
Take it off, take off the mask
Take it off, take off the mask 
Take it off, take off the mask

Oh, whoaoh 
Oh, whoa-o-o-o (Repeat)... 

Child Of The 50's
Composer(s): Don Reid
Performer(s): The Statler Brothers



Don: 
I grew up a child of the 50s
Learned to dance to the beat of rock & roll
Television was my friend
I Love Lucy, Rin Tin Tin
Kissed my first girl when I was 10 years old

Phil:
Took a turn for the worse in the 60s
Saw some real people die on TV
I learned love's hard cold facts
Paid my first income tax
One small step for the man I'm gonna be

I'll never feel bad 'bout the times that we had
I'll never look back in regret
The heaven you gave I will treasure and save
'Cause it might be as close as I get

Lew:
The 70s were 10 years of reruns
News of Watergate was nothin' new
The Democrats got it, we fell in love again
When Elvis died, we all knew that we could too

Harold:
Now I'm facin' the most of the 80s
Old enough to run for President
It's hard to think it's me, the father of 3
Oh America, I don't know where it went

I'll never feel bad 'bout the times that we had
I'll never look back in regret
The heaven you gave I will treasure and save
'Cause it might be as close as I get

The heaven you gave I will treasure and save
'Cause it might be as close as I get

Really Waltzing
Composer(s): Peter Myers; Ronnie Cass
Performer(s): Cliff Richard & Michael Sammes Singers



Cliff:
Is...this...me here, really waltzing?
Is this me here, being so square?
Although I know this kind of mu-sic
Makes me sick and you sick
Still I'm aware...

Yeah, it's me here, really waltzing
To a Viennese one-two-three
And if you'll pardon me the simile
I'm a Romberg and Frim'l-y (??)
How can this be me?

Bass Voice (mock Austrian accent):
I've got zee urge to vear short leather trousers
And dance za vay Strauss-es made their mous-es

Cliff joins in (with mock accent):
Give me some frau-ses dressed up in cute blouses
Helping their spouses tie bells on their cows-es

Cliff (with accent):
Oh... here I'm really waltzing
Though I shudder at the idea
And though I really should know better
Here am I in operetta
Really waltzing here

Cliff & Full Chorus:
And...so...we're here, really waltzing
As we take our partners and bow
We say  "a plague upon the houses of all the three Strausses"
But, all the same, we must kow-tow
To the rhythm, catchy rhythm
For the violins play and we've got to go with 'em
Yes, we're waltzing, really waltzing
Look at us, really waltzing...now!

The Martins And The Coys
Composer(s): Alan Cameron - Ted Weems
Performer(s): Gene Autry



Gather 'round me children and I'll tell a story
Of the mountains and the days when guns was law
When two fam'lies got to feudin'
It was bound to end in shootin'
So just listen close, I'll tell you what I saw

Oh, the Martins and the Coys they were reckless mountain boys
And they took up family feudin' when they'd meet
They would shoot each other quicker
Than it took your eye to flicker
They could knock a squirrel's eye out at ninety feet

All this fightin' started out one sunday morning
When old grandpa Coy was full of mountain dew
Just as quite as a churchmouse, he stole in the Martin's henhouse
'Cause the Coys they needed eggs for breakfast, too

Oh, The Martins and the Coys, they were reckless mountain boys
Coz old grandpa Coy's gone where angels live
When they found him on the mountain
He was bleedin' like a fountain
'Cause they punctured him 'til he looked like a sieve

After that they started out to fight in earnest
And they scarred the mountains up with shot and shell
There was uncles, brothers, cousins
Why they bumped them off by dozens
Just how many bit the dust is hard to tell

Oh, The Martins and the Coys, they were reckless mountain boys
At the art of killin' they become quite deft
They all know'd they shouldn't do it
But before they hardly knew it
On each side they only had one person left

Now the sole remainin' Martin was a maiden
And as purty as a picture was this Grace
While the one survivin' boy was the handsome Henry Coy
And the folks all knew they'd soon meet face to face

Oh, The Martins and the Coys, they were reckless mountain boys
But their shootin' and their killin' sure played [hob]
And it didn't bring no joy to know that Grace and Henry Coy
Both had sworn that they would finish up the job

So, they finally met upon a mountain pathway
And young Henry Coy he aimed his gun at Grace
He was set to pull the trigger, when he saw her purty figure
You could see that love had kicked him in the face

Oh, The Martins and the Coys, they were reckless mountain boys
But they say their ghostly cussin' gives them chills
But the hatchet sure was buried, when sweet Grace and Henry married
It broke up the best durn feud in these here hills

You may think this is where the story ended
But I'm tellin' you the ghosts don't cuss no more
'Cause since Grace and Henry wedded
They fight worse than all the rest did
And they carry on the feud just like before 

Child Of Mine
Composer(s): Gerry Goffin - Carole King - Bill Staines
Performer(s): Carole King
and multiple other artists



Although you see the world
Different that me
Sometimes I can touch upon
The wonders that you see
All the new colours
In pictures you've designed
Oh yes sweet darling
So glad you are a child of mine
Child of mine, child of mine
Oh yes sweet darling
So glad you are a child of mine
You don't need direction
You know which way to go
And I don't want to hold you back
I just want to watch you grow
You're the one who taught me
You don't have to look behind

Oh yes sweet darling
So glad you are a child of mine
Child of mine, child of mine
Oh yes sweet darling
So glad you are a child of mine

Nobody's gonna to kill your dreams
Or tell you how to live your life
The'll always be people
To make it hard for awhile
But you'll change their heads
When they see you smile

The times you were born in
May not have been the best
But you can live the times to come
Better than the rest
I know you will be honest
If you can't always be kind

Oh yes sweet darling
So glad you are a child of mine
Child of mine, child of mine
Oh yes sweet darling
So glad you are a child of mine