The Monkey Time
((French Version: Ne L'imite Pas (Sylvie Vartan) - 1964))
Composer(s): Curtis Mayfield
First release by: Major Lance - 1963
Covered by multiple other artists



There's a place right across town, whenever you're ready
Where people gather 'round, whenever they're ready
And then the music begins to play
You feel a groove comin' on its way
Are you ready (are you ready)
Well, you get yours, 'cause-a I got mine
For the Monkey Time (Monkey Time)
(Monkey Time)
Now the dance that the people do, I don't know how it started
All I know is that when the beat brings a feel
It's so hard to get parted
And then the music begins to play
Automatically you're on your way
Are you ready (are you ready)
Well, you get yours, 'cause-a I got mine
For the Monkey Time (Monkey Time)
(Monkey Time)
Do the Monkey, yeah (do the Monkey Time)
Do the Monkey, yeah (do the Monkey Time)
Ah-twist them hips (twist them hips)
Let your backbone slip (let your backbone slip)
Now move your feet (move your feet)
Get on the beat (get on the beat)
Are you ready (are you ready)
Well, you get yours, 'cause-a I got mine
For the Monkey Time (Monkey Time)
(Monkey Time)
Now the dance that the people do, I don't know how it started
All I know is that when the beat brings a feel
It's so hard to get parted
And then the music begins to play
Automatically you're on your way
Are you ready (are you ready)
Well, you get yours, 'cause-a I got mine
For the Monkey Time (Monkey Time)
Ah, do the Monkey, yeah
Give me a big strong line
You're lookin' real fine 

Chiseled In Stone
Composer(s): Max D. Barnes - Vern Gosdin
Performer(s): Vern Gosdin



You ran cryin' to the bedroom
I ran off to the bar
Another piece of heaven gone to hell
The words we spoke in anger
Just tore my world apart
And I sat there feeling sorry for myself

Then that old man sat down beside me
And looked me in the eye
And said "Son, I know what you're going through
You ought to get down on your knees
and thank your lucky stars 
That you got someone to go home to"

You don't know about lonely
Or how long nights can be
Till you lived through the story
That's still livin' in me
And you don't know about sadness
'til you faced life alone
You don't know about lonely
'til it's chiseled in stone

So I brought these pretty flowers
Hoping you would understand
Sometimes a man is such a fool
Those golden words of wisdom
from the heart of that old man
showed me I ain't nothing without you

You don't know about lonely
Or how long nights can be
Till you lived through the story
that old man just told me
And you don't know about sadness
'til you faced life alone
You don't know about lonely
'til it's chiseled in stone
You don't know about lonely
'til it's chiseled in stone

Red Is The Rose
(Traditional)



Come over the hills, my bonnie Irish lass
Come over the hills to your darling
You choose the rose, love, and I'll make the vow
And I'll be your true love forever

Chorus
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
Fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any

'Twas down by Killarney's green woods that we strayed
When the moon and the stars they were shining
The moon shone its rays on her locks of golden hair
And she swore she'd be my love forever

Chorus 

It's not for the parting that my sister pains
It's not for the grief of my mother
'Tis all for the loss of my bonny Irish lass
That my heart is breaking forever

Chorus

Ne L'imite Pas
((Adapted from: The Monkey Time (Major Lance) - 1963))
Composer(s): Curtis Mayfield - Manou Roblin
Performer(s): Sylvie Vartan - 1964



Aussitôt que tu la vois, très vite ton cœur bat
Tu voudrais bien posséder son cœur
Oui, mais sans toi, elle a trouvé le bonheur

Ne cherche pas à copier celui qu'elle aime déjà
Ne l'imite pas, ne l'imite pas

Ne t'habille pas comme lui et ne marche pas dans la rue comme lui
Car pour avoir des chances de lui plaire
Sois bien différent sans faire de manières

Ne cherche pas à copier celui qu'elle aime déjà, ne l'imite pas
Ne fais pas ça, non! Ne fais pas ça, non!

Elle t'aime bien, ça ne te suffit pas, tu voudrais bien l'avoir à toi

Ne cherche pas à copier celui qu'elle aime déjà
Ne l'imite pas, ne l'imite pas

Et ne danse pas comme lui et si toi, tu comptes aussi la posséder
Si même un jour, ils se séparaient
Là, dans tes bras, elle se retrouverait

Ne cherche pas à copier celui qu'elle aime déjà
Ne l'imite pas, ne l'imite pas
Ne fais pas ça, non! Ne fais pas ça, non!

Chirpy Chirpy, Cheep Cheep
Composer(s): Lally Stott
First release by: Lally Stott - 1970
Made famous by: Middle of the Road - 1971
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1971 - Un Africain À Paris (Joe Harris)
1971 - Erst Seh'n (Joe Harris)
1971 - Eerst Zien En Dan Geloven (Joe Harris)
1971 - Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep (Finnish Version) (Koivistolaiset)



Where´s your momma gone 
(Where´s your momma gone) 
Little baby gone 
(Little baby gone) 
Where´s your momma gone 
(Where´s your momma gone) 
Far far away far 

Where´s your poppa gone 
(Where´s your poppa gone) 
Little baby gone 
(Little baby gone) 
Where´s your poppa gone 
(Where´s your poppa gone) 
Far far away, far far awayayay... 

Last night I heard my momma singing this song 
Ooh wee chirpy chirpy cheep cheep 
Woke up this morning and my momma was gone 
Ooh wee chirpy chirpy cheep cheep 
Chirpy chirpy cheep cheep chirp 

Where´s your momma gone 
(Where´s your momma gone) 
Little baby gone 
(Little baby gone) 
Where´s your momma gone 
(Where´s your momma gone) 
Far far away 
Where´s your poppa gone 
(Where´s your poppa gone) 
Little baby gone 
(Little baby gone) 
Where´s your poppa gone 
(Where´s your poppa gone) 
Far far away far far awayayay... 

Last night I heard my momma singing this song 
Ooh wee chirpy chirpy cheep cheep 
Woke up this morning and my momma was gone 
Ooh wee chirpy chirpy cheep cheep 
Chirpy chirpy cheep cheep chirp 

Last night I heard my momma singing this song 
Ooh wee chirpy chirpy cheep cheep 
Woke up this morning and my momma was gone 
Ooh wee chirpy chirpy cheep cheep 
Chirpy chirpy cheep cheep chirp 

Last night I heard my momma singing this song 
Ooh wee chirpy chirpy cheep cheep 
Woke up this morning and my momma was gone 
Ooh wee chirpy chirpy cheep cheep 
Chirpy chirpy cheep cheep chirp 

Last night I heard my momma singing this song 
Ooh wee chirpy chirpy cheep cheep 
Woke up this morning and my momma was gone 
Ooh wee chirpy chirpy cheep cheep 
Chirpy chirpy cheep cheep chirp 

Last night I heard my momma singing this song 
Ooh wee chirpy chirpy cheep cheep 
Woke up this morning .........

Red Hot Memory
Composer(s): Kenny Dale
Performer(s): Kenny Dale



You didn't like the way I up and left you
I must admit it's really not my style
But when you mentioned wedding bells, I started running
And I won't even slow down for a thousand miles

I'd be a fool again for falling in love with someone
When my heart can't let go
I can't be free, I've got this red hot memory
Burning in my soul and my heart can't let go

A red hot memory that won't grow colder
A heart that's been a slave to that old flame
I'd rather face them rattlesnakes as big as Dallas
Before I'll ever take a chance on love again

I'd be a fool again for falling in love with someone
When my heart can't let go
I can't be free, I've got this red hot memory
Burning in my soul and my heart can't let go
Burning in my soul and my heart can't let go

The Money Song
Composer(s): Harold Rome
Performer(s): Dean Martin & Jerry Lewis



If you got it you don't need it
If you need it you don't got it
You don't get shame on you
Funny, funny, funny, what money can do

Them that have it get more of it
Less they need it the more they love it
And it sticks to them like glue
Funny, funny, funny, what money can do

Ask the rich man he'll confess
Money can't buy happiness
Ask the poor man he don't doubt
But he'd rather be miserable with than without

If you spend it please be wiser
If you save it you're a miser
You don't want it you're cuckoo
Funny, funny, funny, what money can do

Jerry Lewis: La La Money
Dean Martin: Oh, shut up Jerry, what are you doing?
JL: I'm singing 
DM: This is singing?
JL: Don't you like it? 
DM: No I don't like it. You want to sing with me?
JL: Can I sing with you? 
DM: Sure you can
JL: All right

DM: If I do not need it badly
JL: Folks will give it to you gladly
DM: But I need it
JL: Nuts to you
DM: Funny, funny, funny, what money can do

DM: If I am lucky and I make it
JL: You'll be frightened
DM: But who can take it
JL: The Internal Revenoooooooo
DM: Funny, funny, funny, what money can do

DM: Birds don't got it, still they sing
JL: Eating winds up on the wing
DM: Ideal lives some folks affirm
JL: So, okay, you're a bird, but suppose you're a worm
DM: It's a bad thing, oh yes very
JL: For the germs and sanitary
DM: Will you have some 
JL: Oh, thank you
Both: 
Funny, funny, funny, what money can do

DM: If I got it
JL: Who's got it?
DM: I don't need it
JL: But I need it
DM: If you need it
JL: And I need it
DM: You don't got it
JL: But I want it
DM: You can't get it, shame on you
JL: What can I do?
Both: 
Funny, funny, funny, what money can do

DM: Them that have it
JL: Where'd they get it?
DM: Get more of it
JL: Can they keep it?
DM: The less they need it
JL: Who don't need it?
DM: The more they love it
JL: And how they love it
DM: And it sticks to them like glue
JL: Boo hoo
Both: 
Funny, funny, funny, what money can do
Money, money we love you
Funny, funny, funny, what you can do

Un Africain À Paris
((Adapted from: Chirpy Chirpy, Cheep Cheep (Lally Stott) - 1970))
Composer(s): Lally Stott - Yves Dessca
Performer(s): Joe Harris - 1971

Versions In Other Languages:
1971 - Erst Seh'n (Joe Harris)
1971 - Eerst Zien En Dan Geloven (Joe Harris)
1971 - Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep (Finnish Version) (Koivistolaiset)



Ma sacoche au dos (ma sacoche au dos)
J'ai pris le bateau (j'ai pris le bateau)
Je serai bientôt (je serai bientôt)
Ma sacoche au dos (ma sacoche au dos)
Je serai bientôt (je serai bientôt)
À Paris!
Ma sacoche au dos (ma sacoche au dos)
J'ai pris le bateau (j'ai pris le bateau)
Je serai bientôt (je serai bientôt)
À Paris, à Paris!

J'en rêvais déjà quand je n'étais qu'un enfant
Oh oh oui, mais c'est loin de l'Afrique
Et pourtant je me sens un peu triste en m'en allant
Oh oh oui, car c'est loin de l'Afrique
Très loin pour un Africain!

Les Champs-Élysées (les Champs-Élysées)
L'île de la Cité (l'île de la Cité)
Je vais les trouver (je vais les trouver)
À Paris!
Dans quelques années (dans quelques années)
Fier et licencié (fier et licencié)
Je m'en reviendrai (je m'en reviendrai)
De Paris, de Paris!

J'en rêvais déjà quand je n'étais qu'un enfant
Oh oh oui, mais c'est loin de l'Afrique
Et pourtant je me sens un peu triste en m'en allant
Oh oh oui, car c'est loin de l'Afrique
Très loin pour un Africain!

Non, ne croyez pas que je parte éternellement
Oh oh oui, ton cœur est en Afrique
Et même quand on ne la quitte pas pour très longtemps
Oh oh oui, on n'oublie pas l'Afrique
Quand on est un Africain!

Non, ne croyez pas que je parte éternellement
Oh oh oui, ton cœur est en Afrique
Et même quand on ne la quitte pas pour très longtemps
Oh oh oui, on n'oublie pas l'Afrique
Quand on est un Africain

Non, ne croyez pas que je parte éternellement
Oh oh oui, ton cœur est en Afrique
Et même quand on ne la quitte pas pour très longtemps …

Red Hot Mama
Composer(s): George Clinton;
Grace Cook; Eddie Hazel; Bernie Worrell
Performer(s): Funkadelic;
and various other artists



Red hot mama from Louisiana
Thumbin' her way to Savannah
She been cooped up too long

Red hot mama lookin' to the city
Taxi dancers and big time spenders
She's been groovin'

Red hot mama was gettin' down
Scoping the places where fun to be found
She was smokin'

Ride on, red hot mama
Girl, you sure look good to me
Ride on, red hot mama
Girl, you sure look good to me
Ride on, red hot mama
Girl, you sure look good to me
Ride on, red hot mama
Girl, you sure look good to me

Red hot mama was really bad
She was badder than bad, bad as she want to be

Red hot mama was a real gas
Doin' it good and doing it fast
She was smokin'

Ride on, red hot mama
Girl, you sure look good to me
Ride on, red hot mama
Girl, you sure look good to me
Ride on, red hot mama
Girl, you sure look good to me
Ride on, red hot mama
Girl, you sure look good to me

The Mole In The Hole
The Southlanders



I'm not a bat or a rat or a cat
I'm not a gnu or a kangaroo
I'm not a goose or a moose on the loose
I am a mole and I live in a hole

I'm not a cow or a chow or a sow
I'm not a snake or a hake or a drake
I'm not a flea or a wee chimpanzee
I am a mole and I live in a hole

Yarg yarg, quarck quarck, fried boiled or roast
You're the slick chick I dig the most 
I'm not a ram or a clam or a lamb
I'm not a hog or a frog or a dog
I'm not a bus or a hip-potomus
I am a mole and I live in a hole

Yarg yarg, quarck quarck, fried boiled or roast
You're the slick chick I dig the most
I'm not a ram or a clam or a lamb
I'm not a hog or a frog or a dog
I'm not a bus or a hip-potomus
I am a mole and I live in a hole 
I am a mole and I live in a hole

Eerst Zien En Dan Geloven
((Adapted from: Chirpy Chirpy, Cheep Cheep (Lally Stott) - 1970))
Composer(s): Lally Stott - Nelly Byl
Performer(s): Joe Harris - 1971

Versions In Other Languages:
1971 - Un Africain À Paris (Joe Harris)
1971 - Erst Seh'n (Joe Harris)
1971 - Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep (Finnish Version) (Koivistolaiset)



Meisjes zeggen gauw
(Meisjes zeggen gauw)
"'k Hou alleen van jou"
("'k Hou alleen van jou")
Maar vergeten gauw
(Maar vergeten gauw)
Veel veel te gauw
Meisjes zeggen gauw
(Meisjes zeggen gauw)
"'k Hou alleen van jou"
("'k Hou alleen van jou")
Maar vergeten gauw
(Maar vergeten gauw)
Veel veel te gauw
Veel veel te gauw
En dan die meisjes die de hemel beloven
Eerst zien en daarna geloven
De dag nadien zijn je illusies vervlogen
Eerst zien en daarna geloven
Nooit geloven zonder zien
Meisjes zeggen gauw
(Meisjes zeggen gauw)
"'k Hou alleen van jou"
("'k Hou alleen van jou")
Maar vergeten gauw
(Maar vergeten gauw)
Veel veel te gauw
Meisjes zeggen gauw:
(Meisjes zeggen gauw)
"'k Hou alleen van jou"
("'k Hou alleen van jou")
Maar vergeten gauw
(Maar vergeten gauw)
Veel veel te gauw
Veel veel te gauw
Heilige Thomas zei aan wie het wou horen:
"Eerst zien en daarna geloven
Wie me bedriegen zal, is nog niet geboren
Eerst zien en daarna geloven
Nooit geloven zonder zien"
Heilige Thomas zei aan wie het wou horen:
"Eerst zien en daarna geloven
Wie me bedriegen zal, is nog niet geboren
Eerst zien en daarna geloven
Nooit geloven zonder zien"
Heilige Thomas zei aan wie het wou horen:
"Eerst zien en daarna geloven
Wie me bedriegen zal, is nog niet geboren
Eerst zien en daarna geloven
Nooit geloven zonder zien"...

Red Hot
Composer(s): Billy Emerson
Performer(s): Billy "The Kid" Emerson;
and various other artists



My gal is red hot
(Your gal ain't doodly-squat)
Yeah, my gal is red hot
(Your gal ain't doodly-squat)
Well, she ain't got no money
But man, she's a-really got a lot

Well, I got a gal, six feet four
Sleeps in the kitchen with her feet out the door, but...
My gal is red hot
(Your gal ain't doodly-squat)
Yeah, my gal is red hot
(Your gal ain't doodly-squat)
Well, she ain't got no money
But man, she's a-really got a lot

Well, she walks all night, talks all day
She's the kinda woman who'll have her way, but...
My gal is red hot
(Your gal ain't doodly-squat)
Yeah, my gal is red hot
(Your gal ain't doodly-squat)
Well, she ain't got no money
But man, she's a-really got a lot

Well, she's the kinda woman who louds around
Spreadin' my business all over town, but...
My gal is red hot
(Your gal ain't doodly-squat)
Yeah, my gal is red hot
(Your gal ain't doodly-squat)
Well, she ain't got no money
But man, she's a-really got a lot

Well, she's a one man's woman, that's what I like
But I wish she wasn't gonna change her mind everynight, but...
My gal is red hot
(Your gal ain't doodly-squat)
Yeah, my gal is red hot
(Your gal ain't doodly-squat)
Well, she ain't got no money
But man, she's a-really got a lot

The Modern World
Composer(s): Paul Weller
First release by: The Jam - 1977
Covered by multiple other artists



This is a modern world, this is the modern world
What kind of a fool do you think I am?
You think I know nothing of the modern world

All my life has been the same
I've learned to live by hate and pain
It's my inspiration drive 

I've learned more than you'll ever know
Even at school I felt quite sure
That one day I would be on top

And I'd look down upon the map
The teachers who said I'd be nothing 
This is the modern world that I've learnt about

This is the modern world, we don't need no one
To tell us what's right or wrong 
This is the modern world

Say what you like 'cause I don't care
I know where I am, and going too
It's somewhere I won't preview

Don't have to explain myself to you
I don't give two fucks about your review 
This is the modern world that I've learnt about

This is the modern world, we don't need no one
To tell us what's right or wrong 
The modern world this is, this is, this is, this is, this is, this is, this is

Hey... we don't need no one, to tell us what's right or wrong

This is the modern world, this is the modern world

Chirpin' The Blues
Composer(s): Alberta Hunter
Performer(s): Alberta Hunter; Fletcher Henderson; Lena Wilson



I woke up this mornin', heard somebody calling me
I woke up this mornin', heard somebody calling me
My man had packed his grip, said he was leaving for Tennessee

Bad luck and trouble, looks like they're on me to stay
Bad luck and trouble, looks like they're on me to stay
But good luck is old fortune, and it's bound to fall my way

Lord I'm worried now, but I won't be worried long
I said I'm worried now, but I won't be worried long
It takes a worried woman to trust this worried song

If the blues where whiskey, I'd stay drunk all the time
If the blues where whiskey, I'd stay drunk all the time
Till the man I love would ease my troubled mind

Red Hot
Composer(s): Frank Busey; John Duarte
Performer(s): Mary Wilson



Ow! Red hot
This feeling is red hot
This feeling is red hot just for you
Red hot
The feeling is red hot
This feeling is red hot just for you

If you find yourself at home
Sitting all alone
With nothing, with nothing to do
Just pick up the phone
And I'll be here at home
Waiting, waiting to hear from you
This feeling is red hot
Too hot to stop
This feeling is red hot
Too hot to stop

Anytime at all
Don't be afraid to call
And baby, I'll coming running back to you
Now I said anytime at all
Don't be afraid to call
And baby, I'll coming running back to you

Red hot
The feeling is red hot
This feeling is red hot just for you
Red hot
The feeling is red hot
This feeling is red hot just for you
This feeling is red hot
Too hot to stop
This feeling is red hot
Too hot to stop

Anytime at all, now honey
Don't be afraid to call, sugar
And baby, I'll come running on back to you

Now listen to this, boy
BEechwood 6-5789
Now you can call me any ole time
'Cause baby, I'll come running back to you

Anytime at all, now honey
Don't be afraid to call, a-sugar
A-baby, I'll come running back to you
Red hot
The feeling is red hot
This feeling is red hot just for you

Anytime at all
Don't be afraid to call I'll come running running
Running running back to you

Beechwood 6-5789
You can call me any ole time
'Cause baby I'll come running back to you

Red hot
Feeling red hot
This feeling is red hot (baby) just for
This feeling is red hot
Feeling red hot
This feeling is red hot (sugar) just for you
(This feeling is) red hot
Feeling red hot
This feeling is red hot just for you
Rock me baby, rock me, rock me

Anytime at all
Don't be afraid to call
I'll come running running
Running running back to you

Repeat chorus

The Modern Day
Composer(s): Mick Jones
Performer(s): Foreigner



I stand up for my pride
I don't wanna be just like anyone
In this world I cannot hide
I must finish what I have begun

That's the way I play
In the modern day
'Cause I wanna stay
In the modern day

Got a picture in my mind
Of the way that I wanna be
So I search until I find
The power inside of me

It's another phase
Of the modern day

Gotta face up to this life
Can't let it get the best of me
So I make a sacrifice
If that's the way it has to be

I'm doin' what I feel is right
I'm ready if I need to fight

In the modern way
In the modern day

Gotta face up to this life
Can't let it get the best of me
If I make a sacrifice
That's the way it has to be

Like a motor in overdrive
I feel good and I feel alive
I got no need to beg or borrow
Got a shortcut to tomorrow

And I'm on my way
To the modern day
Got a lot to say
In the modern day

'Cause I need to stay
In the modern day

In the modern day 

Chiquitita (Dis-Moi Pourquoi)
((Adapted from: Chiquitita (ABBA) - 1979))
Composer(s): Benny Andersson - Björn Ulvaeus - Alain Boublil
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri - 1984



Chiquitita dis-moi pourquoi
Quand la vie est triste à pleurer
Tu gardes au fond de toi
Tant de larmes et tant de secrets
C'est l'automne d'un premier amour
Mais l'amour tu sais n'y est pour rien
Il y a toujours
Un nouveau printemps qui revient

Chiquitita je sais trop bien
La blessure d'un premier chagrin
Fait mal très longtemps
Mais tout passe avec le temps
Et le temps dépasse
Et remet l'amour à sa place
Chiquitita je sais comme toi
Le premier bonheur qui s'en va
Fait mal très longtemps
Mais tu vas chanter encore
Et chanter plus fort
Chanter pour toi Chiquitita

Chiquitita ferme les yeux
Mets ta tête au creux de mes bras
Là tu vas t'endormir
Tout comme autrefois
On n'oublie pas mais tu verras
Tu vas retrouver ton sourire
Demain tu voleras
Dans le ciel de ton avenir

Chiquitita je sais trop bien
La blessure d'un premier chagrin
Fait mal très longtemps
Mais tout passe avec le temps
Et le temps dépasse
Et remet l'amour à sa place
Chiquitita je sais comme toi
Le premier bonheur qui s'en va
Fait mal très longtemps
Mais tu vas chanter encore
Et chanter plus fort
Chanter pour toi Chiquitita

Chanter fort
Et chanter encore
Chanter pour toi Chiquitita

Chanter fort
Et chanter encore
Chanter pour toi Chiquitita

Red Bird
Composer(s): Leadbelly
Performer(s): Leadbelly;
Arlo Guthrie; Pete Seeger



Red Bird soon in the morning, Red Bird soon in the morning
Red Bird soon in the morning, Red Bird soon in the morning
Red Bird, Red Bird soon in the morning, Red Bird, Red Bird soon in the morning
Red Bird, Red Bird soon in the morning, Red Bird, Red Bird soon in the morning 
What's the matter with the Red Bird, soon in the morning? 
What's the matter with the Red Bird, soon in the morning?
What's the matter with the Red Bird, soon in the morning?
What's the matter with the Red Bird, soon in the morning?
Cat got the Red Bird, soon in the morning 
Cat got the Red Bird, soon in the morning 
Cat got the Red Bird, soon in the morning 
Hawk got the Red Bird, soon in the morning
Hawk got the Red Bird, soon in the morning
Hawk got the Red Bird, soon in the morning
What's the matter with the Red Bird, soon in the morning
What's the matter with the Red Bird, soon in the morning
What's the matter with the Red Bird, soon in the morning
Red Bird's gone, that's soon in the morning
Red Bird's gone, that's soon in the morning
Red Bird's gone, that's soon in the morning

The Modern Adventures Of Plato, Diogenes And Freud
Composer(s): Al Kooper
Performer(s): Blood, Sweat & Tears



Father of my morning
Once my child to the night
I see that you have minds to cop
And I can only watch the sickened sorrow

Little do you know
of the progressions that you teach
the people that you reach are tired
of livin' in a world of elastic towers
dance with them and sing a song of changes
and talk with them of life and all its dangers
surround yourself with now familiar strangers
who kiss and who hug and eventually mug you of your time

And the clock on the wall is a bore
as you wander past the door
and find him lying on the floor
as he begs you for some more, you frozen smile

You cannot ever picture me
you know me by my thoughts
A file for your travelogue
oblivious to the night, the fog around you
The germs they are rediculous
they bother you at night
the blood that rushes to your brain
the ticket on the plane you're never catching
the price you pay exclusive of your taxes
to chop you up inside with tiny axes
the girl looks up to you from floors she waxes
and speaks to your belt with tears among her eyes

and the clock on the wall is a bore
as you wander past the door
and find him lying on the floor
as he begs you for some more, you frozen smile

The metaphysic wrinkles in the face of what you face
Are hidden by the fake-up man
who lives inside the sterno can beside you
Now climb ye to the mountains
as the sun is almost gone
escaping from your other selves
your brothers hide among the shelves inside you
the games that people play can only bore you
but only those that know you don't ignore you
how many times have I come there to restore you
And caught you lying on the couch with father time

and the clock on the wall is a bore
as you wander past the door
and find him lying on the floor
as he begs you for some more, you frozen smile

Chiquitita
((French Version: Chiquitita (Dis-Moi Pourquoi) (Nana Mouskouri) - 1984))
Composer(s): Benny Andersson - Björn Ulvaeus
First release by: ABBA - 1979
Covered by multiple other artists



Chiquitita, tell me what's wrong
You're enchained by your own sorrow
In your eyes there is no hope for tomorrow
How I hate to see you like this
There is no way you can deny it
I can see that you're oh so sad, so quiet

Chiquitita, tell me the truth
I'm a shoulder you can cry on
Your best friend, I'm the one you must rely on
You were always sure of yourself
Now I see you've broken a feather
I hope we can patch it up together

Chiquitita, you and I know
How the heartaches come and they go and the scars they're leaving
You'll be dancing once again and the pain will end
You will have no time for grieving
Chiquitita, you and I cry
But the sun is still in the sky and shining above you
Let me hear you sing once more like you did before
Sing a new song, Chiquitita
Try once more like you did before
Sing a new song, Chiquitita

So the walls came tumbling down
And your love's a blown out candle
All is gone and it seems too hard to handle
Chiquitita, tell me the truth
There is no way you can deny it
I see that you're oh so sad, so quiet

Chiquitita, you and I know
How the heartaches come and they go and the scars they're leaving
You'll be dancing once again and the pain will end
You will have no time for grieving
Chiquitita, you and I cry
But the sun is still in the sky and shining above you
Let me hear you sing once more like you did before
Sing a new song, Chiquitita
Try once more like you did before
Sing a new song, Chiquitita
Try once more like you did before
Sing a new song, Chiquitita