The Mystery
Composer(s): Van Morrison
Performer(s): Van Morrison



Let go into the mystery
Let yourself go
You've got to open up your heart
That's all I know
Trust what I say and do what you're told
Baby, and all your dirt will turn 
Into gold

Let go into the mystery
Let yourself go
And when you open up your heart
You get everything you need
Baby there's a way and a mystic road
You've got to have some faith
To carry on

You've got to open up your heart
To the Son
You know he's looking out for you
'Cause he's the one

Let go into the mystery
Let yourself go
There is no other place to be
Baby this I know
You've got to dance and sing
And be alive in the mystery
And be joyous and give thanks
And let yourself go

I saw the light of ancient Greece
Towards the One
I saw us standing within reach
Of the Son
Let go into the mystery of life
Let go into the mystery
Let go into the mystery
Let yourself go

You've got to open up your arms
To the Son
You know you've got so many charms
It's just begun
Trust what I say and do
What you're told
And surely all your dirt will turn into gold

Ci Si Risveglierà
((French Version: On Se Réveillera (Charles Aznavour))
Composer(s): Georges Garvarentz - Charles Aznavour - Calabrese
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



Ci si risveglierà
E il giorno sembrerà
Più chiaro accanto a te
Nella mia nuova vita
Ci si risveglierà
Ci si risveglierà
E gli occhi tu aprirai
Sul mondo che tu qui
Avevi immaginato
Ci si risveglierà
E ci sorprenderà
E seria ancora noi
Con una sola vita
Ci si risveglierà
Come un bambino che
Si affaccia sulla vita
E ci si spoglierà
Del tempo corso via
Degli spersi in cui
Io non ti avevo avuto
Ci si risveglierà
E finirà la lunga notte
Che avremmo attraersato
Ci si risveglierà
Guardando in fondo a me
Rimpianto non avrò
Perché domani so
Che mi risveglierò, con te

Regard Impressionniste
Performer(s): Yves Duteil



Il y avait au jardin des bouquets de lumière
Le soleil traversait les couleurs du sous-bois
Au bord du bel étang un pêcher solitaire
S'endormait doucement, sa canne entre les bras

C'était un jour d'été, léger comme un dimanche
L'air était transparent sous le feuillage clair
Le bonheur était là, paisible, entre les branches
Et les reflets mouvants des arbres et des fougères

Le soleil inondait le bord de la rivière
Des couples enlacés dansaient sur le ponton
Près des tables encombrées de bouteilles et de verres
Des guirlandes accrochées croulaient sous les balcons

Une femme debout regardait quelque chose
Une lueur magique au fond de son regard
Son bras disparaissait sous un bouquet de roses
Elle était appuyée sur un divan bizarre

C'était au Grand Palais, sur des toiles de maîtres
Il y avait un Monet et deux ou trois Renoir
Le cœur dans les tableaux je me sentais renaître
Et en fermant les yeux je pourrais les revoir

Le monde a la beauté du regard qu'on y pose
Le jardin de Monet, le soleil de Renoir
Ne sont que le reflet de leur vision des choses
Dont chacun d'entre nous peut être le miroir

La vie nous peint les jours au hasard du voyage
En amour en douleur ou en mélancolie
C'est un peu de ce temps qu'on laisse en héritage
Enrichi du regard qu'on a posé sur lui

The Musketeers
Composer(s): Bert Kalmar - Harry Ruby
Performer(s): The Marx Brothers



Unless we tell you who we are, you'll never guess
We're not Napoleon or da Vinci
A lot of people think we are, but none the less
We're not Napoleon or da Vinci
We're not even Washington or Lincoln
Jefferson or Alexander Carr
You'd be wrong whoever you begin on
So we'll let you in on who we are
So stand by, unseen listeners

We're four of the three musketeers
We've been together for years
Eenie, meenie, minee (car horn)
Four of the three musketeers
We live by the sword, by the sea, by the way
And we fight day and night
And we sleep night and day
My country 'tis of thee
Land of the light wines and beers
We're cheered from Cologne to Algiers
Each time our motto appears
It's one for all and two for five
We're four of the three musketeers

When the Queen needs recreation
And she strolls along the path
Where are we?
Right by her side

When she's filled with jubilation
Or consumed with raging wrath
Where are we?
Right by her side

We've sworn that we'd shield and protect her
We're her guardsmen, true and tried

When she gets up in the morning
And she slips into her bath
Where are we?
Far from the old folks at home

We're four of the three musketeers
We've been together for years
Athos, Pathos, Mathos (car horn)
Four of the three musketeers
We fight for the King, for the Queen, for the Jack
And we're first at the front
When the front's at the back
Three cheers for Richelieu
Here's how we give him the cheers
The foe trembles each time it hears
This motto ring in its ears
It's one for all and two for five
We're four of the three musketeers

Chuva, Suor E Cerveja
Composer(s): Caetano Veloso
Performer(s): Caetano Veloso
and multiple other artists



Não se perca de mim
Não se esqueça de mim
Não desapareça
A chuva tá caindo
E quando a chuva começa
Eu acabo de perder a cabeça

Não saia do meu lado
Segure o meu pierrô molhado
E vamos embora ladeira abaixo
acho
que a chuva ajuda a gente a se ver
venha
veja
deixa
beija
seja
o que Deus quiser

A gente se embala
se embora
se embola
Só pára na porta da igreja

A gente se olha
Se beija se molha
De chuva suor e cerveja

Regalo De Reyes
Composer(s): David Lama
Performer(s): Javier Solis;
and various other artists



Ya va llegando diciembre y sus posadas
se va acercando ya también la Navidad
el año nuevo me traerá nuevas tristezas
y por tu ausencia lloraré mi soledad

Si tú te encuentras brindando en tu alegría
algún recuerdo de mi amor te llegará
tal vez evoques el calor de mis caricias
y con tu copa al terminar me olvidarás

Si con los meses y los años tú no vuelves
y si una gracia el cielo a mí me puede dar
le pediré como regalo un dia de Reyes
besar tus labios y estrecharte junto a mí

Y si cansada de la vida a mí regresas
y si el destino no te da felicidad
habrá una cruz en el final de tu camino
serán mis brazos que por ti esperando están

Si con los meses y los años tú no vuelves
y si una gracia el cielo a mí me puede dar
le pediré como regalo un dia de Reyes
besar tus labios y estrecharte junto a mí

Y si cansada de la vida a mí regresas
y si el destino no te da felicidad
habrá una cruz en el final de tu camino
serán mis brazos que por ti esperando están

The Music That Makes Me Dance
Composer(s): Bob Merrill - Jule Styne
First release by: Barbra Streisand - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists



I know you're around when the sky and the ground start in ringing
I know you're around by the thunder I hear in advance
Your words and your words alone are the words that start my heart singing
And yours is the only music that makes me dance

You'll sleep and you'll rise in the light of two eyes that adore you
Bore you it might, but you won't leave my sight or glance
In every way, every day, I need less of myself and need more you, more you
Yours is the only music that makes me dance

In every way, every day I need less of myself, and need more you, more you
Yours is the only music that makes me dance

Church In The Wildwood
Composer(s): Dr. William S. Pitts
Performer(s): Charley Pride
and multiple other artists



There's a church in the valley by the wildwood
No lovelier spot in the dale
No place is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the vale

(Oh, come, come, come, come)

Come to the church by the wildwood
Oh, come to the church in the vale
No spot is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the vale

How sweet on a clear Sabbath morning
To listen to the clear ringing bells
Its tones so sweetly are calling
Oh come to the church in the vale

(Oh, come, come, come, come)

Come to the church by the wildwood
Oh, come to the church in the vale
No spot is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the vale

There, close by the church in the valley
Lies one that I loved so well
She sleeps, sweetly sleeps, 'neath the willow
Disturb not her rest in the vale

(Oh, come, come, come, come)

Come to the church by the wildwood
Oh, come to the church in the vale
No spot is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the vale

There, close by the side of that loved one
'Neath the tree where the wild flowers bloom
When farewell hymns shall be chanted
I shall rest by her side in the tomb

(Oh, come, come, come, come)

Come to the church by the wildwood
Oh, come to the church in the vale
No spot is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the vale

Regálame Esta Noche
Composer(s): Roberto Cantoral
Performer(s): José Feliciano;
and various other artists



No quiero que te vayas
la noche está muy fría
abrígame en tus brazos
hasta que vuelva el día

Tu almohada está impaciente
de acariciar tu cara
tal vez te dé un consejo
tal vez no diga nada

Mañana muy temprano platicarás conmigo
y si estás decidida a abandonar el nido
Entonces será en vano tratar de detenerte
regálame esta noche, retrásame la muerte

Mañana muy temprano platicarás conmigo
y si estás decidida a abandonar el nido
Entonces será en vano tratar de detenerte
regálame esta noche, retrásame la muerte

The Music Played
((Adapted from: Was Ich Dir Sagen Will (Udo Jürgens) - 1967))
Composer(s): Udo Jürgens - Joachim Fuchsberger - Mike Hawker
Performer(s): Matt Monro - 1968

Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Che Vuoi Che Sia (Udo Jürgens)
1968 - Alguien Canto (Matt Monro)
1968 - E A Orquestra Tocou Uma Canção (Agnaldo Timóteo)
1968 - Rakkauden Jälkeen (Carola)
1969 - Bos Sokak (Ajda Pekkan)



An angry silence stayed where love had been
And in your eyes a look I've never seen
If I had found the words you might have stayed
But as I turned to speak the music played

As lovers danced their way around the floor
I suddenly watched you walk forward the door
I heard a friend of yours suggest you have to stay
And as you took his hand the music played

Across the darknessed room the fatal signs I saw
We'd been something more than friends before
Well, I was hurting you by clinging to my pride
He had been waiting and as I drove him to your side
I couldn't say the things I should have said
refused to let my heart control my head
But I was made to see the pride I paid
and as he held you close
The music played
And as I lost your love
the music played

Church In An Old Hawaiian Town
Composer(s): John Noble 
Performer(s): C.J. Helekahi



In a little village church 
In an old Hawaiian town 
That's when I met the girl of my dreams 

When the organ played a song 
And the choir sang along 
It was just like heaven to me 

And when the preacher said: Amen 
I took her by the arms and then 
Down the aisle we strolled together 

That's when I found my happiness 
With the girl that God had blessed 
In that church in an old Hawaiian town 
Yes, in that church, in an old Hawaiian town

Regal Zone
Composer(s): John McKay; Kenny Morris;
Steve Severin; Siouxsie and the Banshees
Performer(s): Siouxsie and the Banshees



Coronets rest on a death's head mask
No-one is safe while the curfew lasts
But crusted orbs glitter, sceptres gleam
While helmets of blood fill the screen

They look away
and then they say
"For the good of the land
for the love of the man"
Standing alone sitting alone
on the throne of the regal zone

Old limbs hang in the torture room
While old kings hang in the portrait room
Their noble eyes gaze on the uneasy dance
of the squirming body on the marble plate

They look away
and then they say
"For the good of the land
for the love of the man"
Standing alone sitting alone
on the throne of the regal zone

Was Ich Dir Sagen Will
Composer(s): Udo Jürgens - Joachim Fuchsberger
First release by: Udo Jürgens - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Che Vuoi Che Sia (Udo Jürgens)
1968 - The Music Played (Matt Monro)
1968 - Alguien Canto (Matt Monro)
1968 - E A Orquestra Tocou Uma Canção (Agnaldo Timóteo)
1968 - Rakkauden Jälkeen (Carola)
1969 - Bos Sokak (Ajda Pekkan)



Was ich dir sagen will, fällt mir so schwer
Das Blatt Papier vor mir bleibt weiß und leer
Ich find' die Worte nicht, doch glaube mir
Was ich dir sagen will, sagt mein Klavier

Was ich dir sagen will, wenn wir uns seh'n
Ich kann nur stumm an dir vorübergeh'n
Ich dreh' mich nach dir um und denke mir
Was ich dir sagen will, sagt mein Klavier

Was man nicht sagen kann, weil man allein nur fühlt
Wie eine Brandung, die den Fels umspült
Die dich erfaßt und mit sich in die Tiefe reißt
Ich kann es fühlen, doch nicht sagen, wie es heißt

Was ich dir sagen will, bist du bei mir
Ist so unsagbar viel, doch glaube mir
Wenn du mich nicht verstehst, versprech ich dir
Was ich dir sagen will, sagt mein Klavier

Was ich dir sagen will, sagt mein Klavier

Church
Composer(s): Bob Welch
Performer(s): Bob Welch



Welcome down from your church
And talk to a man
Who knows that he loves you
And wants to understand
He knows why you cry

When you were young
You got down on your knees
You prayed for someone
Someone you could believe
Yeah, you put your faith
Right in his hands
Oh, when he let go
You couldn´t understand

Welcome down from your church
And talk to a man
Who knows that he loves you
And wants to understand
He knows why you cry

Fallen angel, temptation had you lost
Single girl, you´ve been double-crossed
Hold on holy one, some day you´ll be saved
And I want to be the one
On that blessed day
When you come down from your church
And talk to a man
Who knows that he loves you
And wants to understand
Fly down from your perch
And walk with a man
Who knows how to love you
Yes, I believe I can
I know why you cry

Refugee
Composer(s): Mike Campbell; Tom Petty
Performer(s): Tom Petty; 
The Chipmunks; Melissa Etheridge; Project 7X



We got somethin' we both know it 
We don't talk too much about it 
Yeah it ain't no real big secret all the same 
Somehow we get around it 
Listen it don't really matter to me baby 
You believe what you want to believe 
You see you don't have to live like a refugee 

Somewhere, somehow somebody 
Must have kicked you around some 
Tell me why you wanna lay there 
And revel in your abandon 
Listen it don't make no difference to me baby 
Everybody's had to fight to be free 
You see you don't have to live like a refugee 
Now baby you don't have to live like a refugee 

Baby we ain't the first 
I'm sure a lot of other lover's been burned 
Right now this seems real to you 
But it's one of those things 
You gotta feel to be true 

Somewhere, somehow somebody 
Must have kicked you around some 
Who knows, maybe you were kidnapped 
Tied up, taken away and held for ransom 
It don't really matter to me 
Everybody's had to fight to be free 
You see you don't have to live like a refugee 
I said you don't have to live like a refugee

Alguien Canto 
((Adapted from: Was Ich Dir Sagen Will (Udo Jürgens) - 1967))
Composer(s): Udo Jürgens - Joachim Fuchsberger - Leonardo Schultz
Performer(s): Matt Monro - 1968
and multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Che Vuoi Che Sia (Udo Jürgens)
1968 - The Music Played (Matt Monro)
1968 - E A Orquestra Tocou Uma Canção (Agnaldo Timóteo)
1968 - Rakkauden Jälkeen (Carola)
1969 - Bos Sokak (Ajda Pekkan)



Quizás no supe hablar cuando debí
hay algo en tu mirar que nunca vi
silencio sin piedad en vez de amor
mas cuando quise hablar alguien cantó

Juntos bailando van alrededor
mientras me iba yo frente a los dos
sentí que alguien habló y era tu voz
cuando te acarició alguien cantó

Y en la oscuridad de pronto comprendí
que mi orgullo fue el que cedio
Ya ves que sin querer yo mismo te guié
junto a su lado como antes ya pasó

Quizá no pude hablar cuando debí
mi mente controló mi corazón
el precio que pagué fue verte así
y cuando te abrazó, alguien cantó

Cuando perdí tu amor, alguien cantó

Chug-A-Lug
Composer(s): Mike Love - Gary Usher - Brian Wilson
Performer(s): The Beach Boys



Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug

Gary likes a girl's tight black pants
Larry knows he doesn't stand a chance
Carl says hurry up and order it quick
Dave gets out to chase that chick

Dennis wonders what's under the hood
A big chrome tach and it sounds real good
I go down to the root beer stand
And drink up all that I can

Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Cold beer, root beer
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug

Brian's still glued to the radio
Louie's lookin' out the rear window
Guy's got around to orderin' fries
But root beer's my best buy

Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Cold beer, root beer
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug

Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Cold beer, root beer
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug

Root beer, need another mug now
Root beer, chug-a-lug-a-lug now
Root beer, need another mug now
Root beer, chug-a-lug-a-lug now
Root beer, need another mug now
Root beer, chug-a-lug-a-lug now

Refrain
(English & German Versions: Last Night; Refrain, Du Goldner Traum Aus Meiner Jugendzeit)
Composer(s): Géo Voumard; Gardaz
First performance by: Lys Assia - 1956



Refrain d'amour, ou ou ou ou
Refrain, couleur du ciel, parfum de mes vingt ans
Jardin plein de soleil où je courais enfant
Partout, je t'ai cherché‚ mon amoureux lointain
Guettant par les sentiers où tu prenais ma main

Les jours s'en sont allés et nous avons grandi
L'amour nous a blessés, le temps nous a guéris
Mais seule et sans printemps
Je cours en vain les bois, les champs
Dis souviens-toi, nos amours d'autrefois

Les années passent à tire d'ailes
Et sur les toits de mon ennui, coule la pluie
Où sont parties les caravelles
Volant mon coeur, portant mes rêves vers ton oubli?
J'aurais voulu que tu reviennes comme jadis
Porter des fleurs à ma persienne
Et ta jeunesse en mon logis

Refrain, couleur de pluie, regrets de mes vingt ans
Chagrin, mélancolie de n'être plus enfant
Mais seule et loin de toi, par les chemins où tu n'es pas
Je vais pleurant mes amours de vingt ans

Che Vuoi Che Sia
((Adapted from: Was Ich Dir Sagen Will (Udo Jürgens) - 1967))
Composer(s): Udo Jürgens - Joachim Fuchsberger - Franco Migliacci
Performer(s): Udo Jürgens - 1967

Versions In Other Languages:
1968 - The Music Played (Matt Monro)
1968 - Alguien Canto (Matt Monro)
1968 - E A Orquestra Tocou Uma Canção (Agnaldo Timóteo)
1968 - Rakkauden Jälkeen (Carola)
1969 - Bos Sokak (Ajda Pekkan)



Che vuoi che sia per me
soffrire un po’
se devi andare via
adesso vai
non ti richiamerò
come tu vuoi
e mentre te ne andrai
io canterò
A questo mondo sai
non tutto và
come vorremmo noi
non sempre và
non ti accarezzerò
come tu vuoi
e mentre te ne andrai
io canterò
Che vuoi che sia per me
soffrire un po’ di più
quante volte ho già pianto per te
per te che hai già
chi ti consolerà
in quanto a me
qualcosa accadrà
A questo mondo sai
non tutto và
come vorremmo noi
non sempre và
se scriverai o no
risponderò
se cercherai di me
non ci sarò

Chug-A-Lug
Composer(s): Roger Miller - Gary Usher - Brian Wilson
Performer(s): Roger Miller



Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you want to holler hi-de-ho
Burns your tummy, don'tcha know
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug

Grape wine in a Mason jar
Homemade and brought to school
By a friend of mine 'n' after class
Me and him and this other fool decide that we'll drink up what's left
Chug-a-lug, so we helped ourself
First time for everything
Mm, my ears still ring

Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you want to holler hi-de-ho
Burns your tummy, don'tcha know
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug

4-H and FFA on a field trip to the farm
Me 'n' a friend sneak off behind
This big old barn where we uncovered a covered-up moonshine still
And we thought we'd drink our fill
And I swallered it with a smile
*Bllll-bbbb*, I run ten mile

Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you want to holler hi-de-ho
Burns your tummy, don'tcha know
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug

Jukebox 'n' sawdust floor
Sumpin' like I ain't never seen
And I'm just going on fifteen
But with the help of my finaglin' uncle I get snuck in
For my first taste of sin.
I said "Lemme have a big old sip"
*Bllll-bbbb*, I done a double back flip

Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you want to holler hi-de-ho
Burns your tummy, don'tcha know
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug