The Price Of Love
((French Version: Le Prix D’aimer (Frank Alamo) - 1965))
Composer(s): Don Everly - Phil Everly
First release by: The Everly Brothers - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists



Wine is sweet & gin is bitter 
Drink all you can, but you won't forget her 
You talk too much, you laugh too loud 
You see her face in every crowd 

That's the price of love, the price of love 
The debt you pay with tears & pain 
The price of love, the price of love 
Can cost you more & you're to blame 

Kiss one girl, kiss another 
Kiss 'em all, but you won't recover 
You're dancin' slow, you're dancin' fast 
You're happy now, but that won't last 

That's the price of love, the price of love 
The debt you pay with tears & pain 
The price of love, the price of love 
Can cost you more & you're to blame

The Bold Black And Tan
(Traditional)



Says Lloyd-George to Macpherson, "l give you the sack
To uphold law and order you haven't the knack 
I'll send over Greenwood, a much stronger man 
And fill up the Green Isle with the bold Black and Tan" 

He sent them all over to pillage and loot 
And burn down the houses, the inmates to shoot
"To re-conquer Ireland, he said, is my plan 
With Macready and Co. and his bold Black and Tan" 

The town of Balbriggan they've burned to the ground 
While bullets like hailstones were whizzing around 
And women left homeless by this evil clan
They've waged war on the children, the bold Black and Tan

From Dublin to Cork and from Thurles to Mayo 
Lies a trail of destruction wherever they go
With England to help and fierce passions to fan 
She must feel bloody proud of her bold Black and Tan 

Ah, then not by the terrors of England's foul horde 
For ne'er could a nation be ruled by the sword
For our country we'll have yet in spite of her plan 
Or ten times the number of bold Black and Tan 

We defeated Conscription in spite of their threats 
And we're going to defeat old Lloyd-George and his pets
For Ireland and Freedom we're here to a man
And we'll humble the pride of the bold Black and Tan 

Remez
Composer(s): Chava Alberstein
Performer(s): Chava Alberstein



A clock that stopped ticking is a sign 
A mirror that cracked is a sign 
A little feather on the window sill 
A butterfly entangled in my curtains 
Rain on a hot summer day 
Ebb and tide it is all an allegory 
All secrets with no meaning 
What is the allegory 
and what is the connection 
Why do I still not understand? 

A torn string is a sign 
A blown out candle is a sign 
A letter sent back to its sender 
A dry flowerpot suddenly blooms 
a crowing crow-what tidings does it bring? 

But there is one sign I figured out on my own 
and I understand it very well 
Burning hot cheeks strong heartbeats 
feeling hot, and cold, and shivering, sleepless nights 
what does it mean? 
I understand now. 
Day dreaming, crying for no reason 
What does it mean?
It means Love

Le Prix D’aimer
((Adapted from: The Price Of Love (The Everly Brothers) - 1965))
Composer(s): Don Everly - Phil Everly - Georges Aber
Performer(s): Frank Alamo - 1965



Chaque nuit, tu vas danser
Boire du whisky, essayer d'oublier

Tu parles trop, tu ris trop fort
Ça se voit bien, tu l'aimes encore

Tu vas payer le prix d'aimer
Avec des larmes, tu le sais bien
Tu vas payer le prix d'aimer
Tu vas payer comme les copains

Une fille à chaque bras
Embrasse-les tant que tu pourras

Après vingt sauts des rythmes fous
Tu peux danser mais malgré tout

Tu vas payer le prix d'aimer
Avec des larmes, tu le sais bien
Tu vas payer le prix d'aimer
Tu vas payer comme les copains

Ciranda Da Bailarina
Composer(s): Chico Buarque - Edú Lobo
Performer(s): Chico Buarque



Procurando bem
Todo mundo tem pereba
Marca de bexiga ou vacina
E tem piriri, tem lombriga, tem ameba
Só a bailarina que não tem
E não tem coceira
Berruga nem frieira
Nem falta de maneira
Ela não tem

Futucando bem
Todo mundo tem piolho
Ou tem cheiro de creolina
Todo mundo tem um irmão meio zarolho
Só a bailarina que não tem
Nem unha encardida
Nem dente com comida
Nem casca de ferida
Ela não tem

Não livra ninguém
Todo mundo tem remela
Quando acorda às seis da matina
Teve escarlatina
Ou tem febre amarela
Só a bailarina que não tem
Medo de subir, gente
Medo de cair, gente
Medo de vertigem
Quem não tem

Confessando bem
Todo mundo faz pecado
Logo assim que a missa termina
Todo mundo tem um primeiro namorado
Só a bailarina que não tem
Sujo atrás da orelha
Bigode de groselha
Calcinha um pouco velha
Ela não tem

O padre também
Pode até ficar vermelho 
Se o vento levanta a batina
Reparando bem, todo mundo tem pentelho
Só a bailarina que não tem
Sala sem mobília
Goteira na vasilha
Problema na família
Quem não tem

Procurando bem
Todo mundo tem...

Remembering The Good
Performer(s): Bill Anderson



It's funny but I don't remember
one thing you and I ever fought about
I know you used to look at me with the coldest eyes
And speak to me with the sharpest tongue
But even that's hazy now you know what I do remember
The warmth of your lips when we'd kiss
And make up the softness of your body
When you'd snuggle up close to me and say baby I'm sorry

And I'm lyin' here tonight remembering the good
Needing to hold you wishing I could
Listening to your laughter echo through my mind
Forgetting the bad times remembering the good

I thought I'd never forget how the door sounded
When you used to slam it and walk out but I have forgotten
And yet I can almost hum the tune it played
When you opened it and come back in
Funny all I can remember is the up and in's I forgot the down and out's

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