The Price
Composer(s): Vincent Crane - Darnell
Performer(s): Atomic Rooster



I Just Won't Want Your Love (No I Don't, No I Don't)
I Just Won't Want Your Love (No I Don't, No I Don't)
I Just Won't Want Your Love (No I Don't, No I Don't)
I Just Won't Want Your Love (No I Don't, No I Don't)

If I Had Known The Truth Before, I Never Would Have Stayed
If I Had Looked Behind Your Eyes And Seen Beyond The Grave
I Never Would Have Saved My Soul To Buy A Harp For Me
But Now The Bargain Has Been Made And Saved, You Wanted Me
But Now The Bargain Has Been Made And Saved, You Wanted Me

You Can Take My Soul
You Can Have My Soul
You Can Take My Soul
You Can Have My Soul
You Can Take My Soul (Do It! Do It!)
You Can Have My Soul (Do It! Do It!)
You Can Take My Soul (Do It! Do It!)
You Can Have My Soul (Do It! Do It!)

When I See You I Can't Believe The Deed That I Have Done
I Could Have Had A Million Things But I Chose Only One
I Sacrificed My Soul For You,I Cannot Turn My Fate
I Look Upon The One I Love And All I Feel Is Hate

I Just Don't Want Your Love (No I Don't, No I Don't)
I Just Won't Have Your Love (No I Won't, No I Won't)
I Just Won't Have Your Love (No I Won't, No I Won't)
I Just Won't Have Your Love (No I Won't, No I Won't)

I Just Don't Want Your Love (No I Don't, No I Don't)
I Just Won't Have Your Love (No I Won't, No I Won't)
I Just Don't Want Your Love (No I Won't, No I Won't)
I Just Don't Want Your Love (No I Don't, No I Don't)

If I Had Known The Truth Before, I Never Would Have Stayed
If I Had Looked Behind Your Eyes And Seen Beyond The Grave
I Never Would Have Sold My Soul To Buy A Harp For Me
But Now The Bargain Has Been Made And Saved, You Wanted Me
But Now The Bargain Has Been Made And Saved, You Wanted Me

Now You Got To Pay The Price - I Don't Want To Pay
Now You Got To Pay The Price - I Don't Want To Pay
Now You Got To Pay The Price - I Just Don't Want To Pay
Now You Got To Pay The Price - Oh, No, No, No, No, No, No
Now You Got To Pay The Price - I Don't Want To Pay

Cinza
Composer(s): Raimundo Fagner
Performer(s): Raimundo Fagner



Jogue os meus olhos no azul do céu
Jogue os meus dedos no clarão do mar
Jogue os meus cabelos na flor desse luar
E eu serei só música
Me espalharei nas cinzas
E ficarei mais leve prá cantar

Serei feliz com a morte
Que venha feito mansa
Como vem mansa a última onda do mar

Remembering Last Summer
Composer(s): Barry Mann; Cynthia Weil
Performer(s): The Lettermen



Ever since we said goodbye 
I just spent the whole year through 
Remembering last summer and you
Even now I almost cry thinking of the love we knew
Remembering last summer and you

Those picnics on the beach were so much fun
They're so sweet to recall
Your lips were warm as the summer sun 
But they cooled when leaves began to fall

And when summer comes again in another month or two
I just know for me the skies won't be as blue
Remembering last summer and you

The Prayer
((Italian Version: The Prayer (Andrea Bocelli) - 1998))
Composer(s): Carole Bayer Sager - David Foster
First release by: Celine Dion & Andrea Bocelli - 1998
Covered by multiple other artists



I pray you'll be our eyes
And watch us where we go
And help us to be wise
In times when we don't know

Let this be our prayer
As we go our way
Lead us to a place
Guide us with your Grace
To a place where we'll be safe

La luce che to dai
I pray we'll find your light
Nel cuore resterò
And hold it in our hearts
A ricordarchi che
When stars go out each night
L'eterna stella sei
Nella mia preghiera
Let this be our prayer
Quanta fede c'è
When shadows fill our day
Lead us to a place
Guide us with your grace

Give us faith so we'll be safe
Sognamo un mondo senza più violenza
Un mondo di giustizia e di speranza
Ognuno dia la mano al suo vicino
Simbolo di pace e di fraternità

La forza che ci dai
We ask that life be kind
E'il desiderio che
And watch us from above
Ognuno trovi amore
We hope each soul will find
Intorno e dentro a sé
Another soul to love

Let this be our prayer
Just like every child
Just like every child

Needs to find a place
Guide us with your grace
Give us faith so we'll be safe
E la fede che
Hai acceso in noi
Sento che ci salverà

The Robots
((German Version: Die Roboter (Kraftwerk))
Composer(s): Florian Schneider-Esleben - Ralf Hütter - Karl Bartos
Performer(s): Kraftwerk - 1978
and multiple other artists



We're charging our battery
And now we're full of energy
We are the robots

We're functioning automatik
And we are dancing mechanik
We are the robots

Ja tvoi sluga (=I'm your slave)
Ja tvoi Rabotnik robotnik (=I'm your worker)

We are programmed just to do
anything you want us to
we are the robots

We're functioning automatic
and we are dancing mechanic
we are the robots

Ja tvoi sluga (=I'm your slave)
Ja tvoi Rabotnik robotnik (=I'm your worker)

We are the robots

Cinq Filles À Marier
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Pierre Roche
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



Maître Jacques le notaire
Maître Jacques le notaire
A cinq filles à marier
A cinq filles à marier
La première est très austère
Elle doit avoir quarante ans
C'est l'image de sa mère
Elle mène tout tambour battant
C'est dommage mais qu'importe
Et que diable l'emporte

Maître Jacques le notaire
Maître Jacques le notaire
A cinq filles à marier
A cinq filles à marier
La seconde sans aucun doute
Ne manque pas de qualités
Mais toujours elle vous déroute
Car elle a un oeil en biais
C'est dommage mais qu'importe
Et que diable l'emporte

Maître Jacques le notaire
Maître Jacques le notaire
A cinq filles à marier
A cinq filles à marier
La troisième comme son père
A de la barbe au menton
Le nez comme une pomme de terre
Les pieds plats et le dos rond
C'est dommage mais qu'importe
Et que le diable l'emporte

Maître Jacques le notaire
Maître Jacques le notaire
A cinq filles à marier
A cinq filles à marier
La quatrième est sauvage
Bien que jolie comme un coeur
Elle fuit à mon passage
À croire que je lui fais peur
C'est dommage mais qu'importe
Et que le diable l'emporte

Maître Jacques le notaire
Maître Jacques le notaire
A cinq filles à marier
A cinq filles à marier
J'ai épousé la dernière
Qui ressemble à une fée
Mais elle est pas trop légère
Elle ne pense qu'à me tromper
C'est dommage mais qu'importe
Et que le diable l'emporte

La morale de cette histoire
Est fort simple à deviner
N'allez pas chez le notaire
Pour vouloir vous marier
Et consulter père et mère
Avant de vous déclarer
C'est dommage mais tant pis
Car la vie est faite ainsi

Remember, Remember The Fifth Of November
(Traditional)



Remember, remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot
I see no reason why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot

Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, 'twas his intent
To blow up the King and the Parliament
Three score barrels of powder below
Poor old England to overthrow
By God's providence he was catched
With a dark lantern and burning match
Holloa boys, holloa boys
God save the King!
Hip hip hooray!
Hip hip hooray!

A penny loaf to feed ol' Pope
A farthing cheese to choke him
A pint of beer to rinse it down
A faggot of sticks to burn him
Burn him in a tub of tar
Burn him like a blazing star
Burn his body from his head
Then we'll say ol' Pope is dead
Hip hip hooray!
Hip hip hooray!

The Power Of Gold
Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg
Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg



The story is told of the 
Power of gold
And its lure on the unsuspecting
It glitters and shines
It badgers and blinds
And constantly needs protecting
Balance the cost of the soul you lost
With the dreams you lightly sold
Are you under
The power of gold?
The letters and calls
Got you climbing the walls
And everyone wants a favor
They beg to remind you
Of times left behind you
But you know the past is a loser
The face you're wearing is different now
And the days run hot and cold
Are you under
The power of gold?
You're a creature of habit
Run like a rabbit
Scared of a fear you can't name
Your own paranoia
Is looming before you
But nobody thinks that
It's a game
Balance the cost of the soul you lost
With the dreams you lightly sold
Then tell me
That you're free
Of the power of gold
The women are lovely
The wine is superb
But there's something about the song
That disturbs you...

Cinnamon Sinner
Composer(s): Lincoln Chase
Performer(s): Tony Bennett
and multiple other artists



She's got sugar-dipped kisses and cherry-tipped charms
And I melt like butter in her honey-filled arms
Lemonade teardrops fall from her eyes
But she's a cinnamon sinner tellin' lollipop lies

She's got sugar creme candy sprinkled with lime
Her hot-oven lovin' is cookin' all the time
She's a cake-bakin' baby and I love her pies
But she's a cinnamon sinner tellin' lollipop lies

Who's gonna buy her lies today?
Who's gonna be unwise today?
Who's gonna need some sympathy?
Who, who, who but a fool like me?

For she's a marshmallow mama with a jellyroll heart
She's a sweet-tooth pleaser who can really play her part
But I think she's Satan's sister wearin' a disguise
Of a cinnamon sinner tellin' lollipop lies

For she's my marshmallow mama with a jellyroll heart
She's a sweet-tooth pleaser who can really play her part
But I think she's Satan's sister wearin' a disguise
Of a cinnamon sinner tellin' lollipop lies

Remember You're Mine
Composer(s): Bernie Lowe; Kal Mann
Performer(s): Pat Boone; Susan McCann



(Remember, remember you're mine)

Be faithful, darlin'
While you're away
For when it's summer
A heart can stray
And though I'll miss you
Have a wonderful time
But remember, darlin'
Remember you're mine (remember you're mine)

If you go dancin'
And he holds you tight (and he holds you tight)
And lips are tempting
On a summer night (on a summer night)
Your heart beats faster
When the stars start to shine
Just remember, darlin'
Remember you're mine (remember you're mine)

I'll be lonely, I'll be blue
But I promise I'll be true

And though I'll miss you
Have a wonderful time
Just remember, darlin'
Remember you're mine
(Remember you're mine)

Poor People Of Paris
((Adapted from: La Goualante Du Pauvre Jean (Edith Piaf) - 1955))
((Danish Version: Stakkels John (Grethe & Jørgen Ingmann) - 1957))
Composer(s): Marguerite Monnot - René Rouzaud - Jack Lawrence
Performer(s): Les Baxter - 1956
and multiple other artists



Just got back from Paris, France
All they do is sing and dance
All they've got there is romance
What a tragedy
Every boulevard has lovers
Every lover's in a trance
The poor people of Paree

I feel sorry for the French
Every guy has got a wench
Every couple's got a bench
Kissing shamelessly
Night and day they're making music
While they're making love in French
The poor people of Paree

Milk or water from the sink
Make a true Parisian shrink
Wine is all he'll ever drink
And it worries me
For with wine as cheap as water
Oh, it makes one stop and think
The poor people of Paree

Sister met a boy named Pierre
Had the craziest affair
And the day they parted there
He cried bitterly
Pierre was there to bid her farewell
But he brought his new girl, Claire
The poor people of Paree

So don't go to Paris, France
Not unless you like to dance
Not unless you want romance
Like those poor inhabitants of Paree 

Cinnamon Girl
((Finnish Version: Kanelipuun Alla (Kirka) - 1972))
Composer(s): Neil Young
First recording/First release by: Neil Young with Crazy Horse - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists



I wanna live with a cinnamon girl
I could be happy the rest of my life
With a cinnamon girl

A dreamer of pictures
I run in the night
You see us together chasing the moonlight
My cinnamon girl

Ten silver saxes
A bass with a bow
The drummer relaxes and waits between shows
For his cinnamon girl

A dreamer of pictures
I run in the night
You see us together chasing the moonlight
My cinnamon girl

Pa sent me money now
I'm gonna make it somehow
I need another chance
You see your baby loves to dance

Remember You're A Womble
Composer(s): Mike Batt
Performer(s): The Wombles



When the sun doesn't shine and it's cloudy and gray
And it's only the beginning of the wombling day
And you've got to do the washing up for Madame Cholet

Chorus:
Remember, remember, remember, remember
Remember, remember, remember (member, member, member)

Remember you're a Womble
(Remember you're a Womble)

Remember you're a Womble
(Remember you're a Womble)

Remember you're a Womble
(Remember you're a Womble)

Remember you're a Womble
(Remember you're a Womble)

Remember, member, member, what a Womble, Womble, Womble you are

When it's foggy on the common and you just can't see
And I womble into you and you womble into me
Just remember we're so lucky to be wombling free

Chorus

Repeat Chorus

The Policemen's Ball
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
Performer(s): Mary McCarty; Irving Berlin



Tickets for one and all
For the Policemen's Ball

Fifty cents for a gent and his bundle
Will admit you to the Policemen's Ball
Fifty cents and you're all set to trundle
Arm in arm and dance all around the hall

Dancin' 'round, gettin' hot 'neath the collar
If it starts to wilt from the lack of starch
There'll be six you can buy for a dollar
And you'll have a spare for the big Grand March

All evening they'll be tripping the light fantastic
Watch their suspenders stretching the old elastic

Each dress'd up in a suit made of cotton
Patent leather shoes that are much too small
But who cares? That'll soon be forgotten
Dancing at the Policemen's Ball

Come on let's go to the Policemen's Ball

Cinnamon And Clove
Composer(s): Marilyn Bergman - Alan Bergman - Johnny Mandel
First release by: Sergio Mendes & Brasil '66 - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists



The moonlight warms the silver sand
A seabird sails across a cove
The water's crystal in your hand
The air is Cinnamon and Clove

The tempo's easy as you please
From ev'ry lemon yellow morning
Through velvet ev'ning
With breezes singing
The air is Cinnamon and Clove
The air is Cinnamon and Clove
Seductive Cinnamon and Clove

So come to my arms
I long for your kiss
The taste of the sea
Salty sweet upon your lips

There's love to be made
On nights such as this
And time is but sand
Sifting through our fingertips

The moon is like a tangerine
Adrift upon a sea of lights
A world where nothing comes between
These salty days and sultry nights

Where ev'ry slice of life and love
Has just the perfect combination
A cup of sweetness
A pinch of sadness
A touch of Cinnamon and Clove
The air is Cinnamon and Clove
Seductive Cinnamon and Clove
A Touch Of Cinnamon and Clove

Remember When
Composer(s): Mickey J. Addy; Buck Ram
Performer(s): The Platters



Remember when
(dah-doot-doo-doo) I first met you (dah-doot-doo-doo)
My lips were so afraid to say "I love you"
Remember when (dah-doot-doo-doo), to my surprise (dah-doot-doo-doo)
The heaven in my heart leaped into your eyes

Remember how much I cried
Tears of joy to think you were mine
Darling, down deep inside
I still feel that feeling divine

I loved you then (dah-doot-doo-doo) and I still do (dah-doot-doo-doo)
I can't remember when I didn't love you

Remember how much I cried
Tears of joy to think you were mine
Darling, down deep inside
I still feel that feeling divine

I loved you then and I still do
I can't remember when I didn't love you

The Policeman's Song
Composer(s): William Schwenk Gilbert - Arthur Sullivan
Performer(s): Danny Kaye



When a felon's not engaged in his employment (his employment)
Or maturing his felonious little plans (little plans)
His capacity for innocent enjoyment (-cent enjoyment)
Is just as great as any honest man's (honest mans)

Our feelings we with difficulty smother (-culty smother)
When constabulary duty's to be done (to be done)
Ah, take one consideration with another (with another)
A policeman's lot is not a happy one

Ahhh
When constabulary duty's to be done, to be done
A policeman's lot is not a happy one

When the enterprising burglars not a'burgling (not a'burgling)
When the cut throat isn't occupied in crime (-pied in crime)
He loves to hear the little brook a'gurgling (brook a'gurgling)
And listen to the merry village chime (village chime)

When the coster's finished jumping on his mother (on his mother)
He loves to lie a'basking in the sun (in the sun)
Ah, take one consideration with another (with another)
A policeman's lot is not a happy one

Ahhh
When constabulary duty's to be done, to be done
A policeman's lot is not a happy one (happy one)

Cinnamon
((Italian Version: Josephine (I Ribelli) - 1969))
Composer(s): Johnny Cymbal - George Tobin
First release by: Derek - 1968



Sneakin' down your alley way 
And knockin' on your door
Thought I had enough but I'm back for more

Cinnamon let me in 
Knock, knock, let me in 
I won't go away 
Oh, uh, uh
I'm gonna see ya
If it takes all day 
Oh, uh uh
Cinnamon let me in 
She la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la

One potato two potato 
Three potato, four
Open up Cinnamon I want more
Five potato, six potato
Seven potato eight
Give it to me Cinnamon
I can't wait

You can't hide girl
I'm comin' inside girl
Do what you want to 
Baby I'll let you
Might as well face it
Cinnamon you know I'm gonna get ya
She la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
She la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la

Remember When
Composer(s): Bert Kaempfert;
Herbert Rehbein; Charlie Singleton; Eddie Snyder
Performer(s): Bert Kaempfert



Pizza pies and carousels
the fountains and the wishing wells
Remember when we "romed" in Italy
Switzerland, we loved it too
Although we left there black and blue
Remember when we tried to learn to ski
Those two days in London town
We yankee doodled all around
Rubbed elbows there with all the royalties
We still get such very laughs 
just looking at these photographs
Remember when we made these memories
Wasn't that some honeymoon 
I know I won't forget it soon
Not if I live to be a hundred years
Here's the one we snapped in Spain
I can't remember was it rain
Or were your eyes just filled with happy tears
All good things must end it's true
So back to USA we flew
But who was happier than me and you
To relive each wonderland
We open up this album, and
Remember when we made these memories
Ah let's remember when we made these memories

Remember What I Told You To Forget
Composer(s): Dennis Lambert; Brian Potter
Performer(s): Tavares; The Four Tops



Hello Baby
I betcha never thought I would call
Well my heart just went in with this dime
And I only get three minutes time
Hear me out now
I wanna to make it as clear as I can
There's so much that I want to explain
And the final decision remains
In you hands

Please remember what I told you to forget
There's a man on the phone
And he wants to come home
To the woman he loves all alone

Baby remember what I told you to forget
No I won't waste anytime when I hang up the line
I'll be back in your arms
Where I know I belong

One more minute
Let me pour my heart out to you
'Cause I've kept it all locked up inside
You just can't tell your own foolish pride what to do

So remember what I told you to forget
No I wouldn't waste anytime when I hang up the line
I'll be back in your arms
Where I know I belong

If it isn't already too late
Let me give you a reason to wait
For the life that I'm begging to live
Will depend on the answer you give

Please remember what I told you to forget
There's a man on the phone
And he wants to come home
To the woman he loves all alone

Baby remember what I told you to forget
No I won't waste anytime when I hang up the phone
I'll be back in your arms
I'll be back in your arms
I'll be back in your arms...