Then I'll Stop Loving You
Composer(s): Joe Goodwin - Joe McCarthy - Al. Piantadosi



You seem afraid of my love, dear, afraid of the things that I do
true love has never run smooth, dear, that's why you think I'm not true 
It's foolish to tell you my lovetale, I can't think of anything new 
still I'll admit you are right, dear, maybe I'll stop loving you

Sweethearts must have bits of sorrow, that helps to sweeten the joy 
sad today, glad on the morrow, life of a girl and boy 
One smile can chase any frown, dear 
One kiss can gladden the heart, though I may stop loving you 
dear, that very day I will start

When the golden sun stops shining, when the flowers cease to grow 
when a broken heart stops pining, when the waters cease to flow 
when a lad without a lassie, never feels a trifle blue
when a child won't miss it's mother's kiss, then I'll stop loving you

Condition Of The Heart
Composer(s): Prince
Performer(s): Prince



There was a girl in Paris 
Whom he sent a letter 2 
Hoping she would answer back 
Now wasn't that a foolhardy notion 
On the part of a sometimes 
Lonely musician 
Acting out a whim is only good 
4 a condition of the heart 

There was a dame from London 
Who insisted that he love her 
Then left him 4 a real prince 
From Arabia, now isn't that 
A shame that sometimes money 
Buys U everything and nothing 
Love, it only seems 2 buy a 
Terminal condition of the heart 

Thinking about U driving me crazy 
My friends all say it's just a phase, but ooh-ooh 
Every day is a yellow day 
I'm blinded by the daisies in your yard 

There was a woman from the ghetto 
Who made funny faces just like 
Clara Bow, how was I 2 know 
That she would wear the same 
Cologne as U and giggle the same 
Giggle that U do? 
Whenever I would act a fool, the fool 
With a condition of the heart 

Thinking about U driving me crazy 
My friends all say it's just a phase, but ooh-ooh 
Every single day is a yellow day 
I'm blinded by the daisies in your yard 

There was a girl (There was a girl in Paris) 
whom he sent a letter to... (Whom he sent a letter 2) 
(Hoping she would answer back) 
She never answered back and now (wasn't that a foolhardy) 
He's got a condition of the heart (notion ...)

Rosetta
Composer(s): Mike Snow
Performer(s): Alan Price; Georgie Fame



Well my little girl is a sweet little girl

but she does things make your eyebrows curl
You let her loose on a Friday night

you know it's gonna end in a fight
Rosetta drinks her whiskey neat

she gets in a fight and she might get beat
So I go round on the Saturday night
and ask her if she feel allright

Rosetta are you better
are you well
well
well
Rosetta are you better
are you well
well
well
well
well
well - well
well
well

When Friday comes she's fine again
so we go to a club where we got friends
Knocked on the door but we couldn't get in

'cos the boss don't want no fuss
So we went up town and drank around
and Rosie ended on the ground

So I took her home and I put her to bed

and you can guess what I said

Then I'll Be Tired Of You
Composer(s): Arthur Schwartz - E.Y. Harburg
First release by: Freddy Martin and His Orch. - 1934
Covered by multiple other artists



You look at me and wonder, you look at me and doubt
Darling your eyes are asking, "Will the flame burn out?"
Well, no one is sure of sunshine, no one is sure of dawn
But I am sure my love will live on and on

I'll be tired of you when stars are tired of gleaming
When I am tired of dreaming, then I'll be tired of you

This I know is true: when winds are tired of blowing
When grass is tired of growing, then I'll be tired of you

Beyond the years, 'til day is night, 'til wrong is right
'Til birds refuse to sing
Beyond the years, the echo of my only love 
Will still be whispering, whispering

And if my throbbing heart should ever start repeating
That it is tired of beating, then I'll be tired of you

Concurrence Déloyale
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens



Il y a péril en la demeure
Depuis que les femmes de bonnes mœurs
Ces trouble-fête
Jalouses de Manon Lescaut
Viennent débiter leurs gigots
À la sauvette

Ell's ôt'nt le bonhomm' de dessus
La brave horizontal' déçue
Ell's prenn'nt sa place
De la bouche au pauvre tapin
Ell's retir'nt le morceau de pain
C'est dégueulasse

En vérité, je vous le dis
Il y en a plus qu'en Normandie
Il y a de pommes
Sainte-Mad'lein', protégez-nous
Le métier de femme ne nourrit plus son homme

Y a ces gamines de malheur
Ces goss's qui, tout en suçant leur
Pouc' de fillette
Se livrent au détournement
De majeur et, vénalement
Trouss'nt leur layette

Y a ces rombièr's de qualité
Ces punais's de salon de thé
Qui se prosternent
Qui, pour redorer leur blason
Viennent accrocher leur vison
À la lanterne

Y a ces p'tit's bourgeoises faux culs
Qui, d'accord avec leur cocu
Clerc de notaire
Au prix de gros vendent leur corps
Leurs charmes qui fleurent encor
La pomm' de terre

Lors, délaissant la fill' de joie
Le client peut faire son choix
Tout à sa guise
Et se payer beaucoup moins cher
Des collégienn's, des ménagèr's
Et des marquises

Ajoutez à ça qu'aujourd'hui
La manie de l'acte gratuit
Se développe
Que des créatur's se font culbuter à l'œil et sans calcul
Ah! les salopes!

Ell's ôt'nt le bonhomm' de dessus
La brave horizontal' déçue
Ell' prenn'nt sa place
De la bouche au pauvre tapin
Ell's retir'nt le morceau de pain
C'est dégueulasse

Rose's Turn
Composer(s): Jule Styne; Stephen Sondheim
Performer(s): Bette Middler;
and various other artists



Rose 
Here she is, boys! 
Here she is, world! 
Here's Rose! 

Curtain up! 
Light the lights! 
Play it, boys! 

Ya either got it, or ya ain't
And, boys, I got it! 
Ya like it? 
Well, I got it! 

Some people got it and make it pay
Some people can't even give it away
This people's got it and this people's spreadin' it around! 
You either have it 
or you've had it! 

Hello, everybody! My name is Rose! What's yours? 
How do you like them eggrolls, Mr. Goldstone? 
Hold your hats and hallelujah
Mama's gonna show it to you
Ready or not, shhh, here comes Mama

Mama's talkin' loud
Mama's doin' fine
Mama's gettin' hot
Mama's goin' strong 
Mama's movin' on 
Mama's all alone
Mama doesn't care
Mama's lettin' loose
Mama's got the stuff 
Mama's lettin' go
Mama? 
Mama's got the stuff
Mama's gotta move
Mama's gotta go
Mama? Mama? 
Mama's gotta let go

Why did I do it? 
What did it get me? 
Scrapbooks full of me in the background
Give 'em love and what does it get ya? 
What does it get ya? 
One quick look as each of 'em leaves you
All your life and what does it get ya? 
Thanks a lot and out with the garbage
They take bows and you're battin' zero

I had a dream
I dreamed it for you, June
It wasn't for me, Herbie
And if it wasn't for me then where would you be
Miss Gypsy Rose Lee? 

Well, someone tell me, when is it my turn? 
Don't I get a dream for myself? 
Starting now it's gonna be my turn
Gangway, world, get off of my runway! 
Starting now I bat a thousand! 
This time, boys, I'm taking the bows and 

Everything's coming up Rose! 
Everything's coming up roses! 
Everything's coming up roses 
this time for me! 
For me! For me! For me! For me! For me! 
For me! Yeah! 
(Rose takes the silent bows as Gypsy enters and applauds)

Rose 
I was...trying out for you...New ideas you might wanna use... 

Gypsy 
You really would have been something, momma! 

Rose 
Do you think so? 

Gypsy 
If you had someone to push you like I had... 

Rose 
If I could have been...I would have been... 
And that's show business! 
I guess I did it for me... 

Gypsy 
Why, momma? 

Rose 
Just wanted to be noticed... 

Gypsy 
Like I wanted you to notice me! 
I still do, momma! 
(They embrace each other. Rose cries)

Gypsy 
It's OK, momma! OK, Rose! 

Rose 
See... You look like you should speak French! 

Gypsy 
You're coming to that party with me... 

Rose 
No! 

Gypsy 
Come on! 

Rose 
Not like this

Gypsy 
Wear my fur I have a stole in my cabinet

Rose 
Well, maybe just for an hour or two...
Hey, it looks better on me than it does on you
Funny how we can both wear the same size! 

Gypsy 
Specially in mink

Rose 
You know...I had a dream last night
There was a big poster of a other and daughter, like the 
covers of the ladies magazines... 

Gypsy 
Yes, momma! 

Rose 
Only it was you and me wearing exactly the same gowns
It was an add for Minsky, and the headline 
said: "Madam Rose ... and her daughter Gypsy"
(They laugh, embrace each other and leave
Rose stops for a while and takes one last look at the 
stage as if she said good-bye)

Then He Kissed Me
Composer(s): Phil Spector - Jeff Barry - Ellie Greenwich
First release by: The Crystals - 1963
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1963 - Et Je M'en Vais (Richard Anthony)
1979 - Jos Mua Pussaat (Mona Carita)



Well, he walked up to me and he asked me if I wanted to dance
He looked kinda nice and so I said I might take a chance
When he danced he held me tight
And when he walked me home that night
All the stars were shining bright
And then he kissed me

Each time I saw him I couldn't wait to see him again
I wanted to let him know that he was more than a friend
I didn't know just what to do
So I whispered I love you
And he said that he loved me too
And then he kissed me

He kissed me in a way that I've never been kissed before
He kissed me in a way that I wanna be kissed forever more

I knew that he was mine so I gave him all the love that I had
And one day he took me home to meet his mon and his dad
Then he asked me to be his bride
And always be right by his side
I felt so happy I almost cried
And then he kissed me

Then he asked me to be his bride
And always be right by his side
I felt so happy I almost cried
And then he kissed me
And then he kissed me
And then he kissed me 

Concrete Jungle
Composer(s): Bob Marley
First release: Bob Marley - 1973



No sun will shine in my day today; (no sun will shine)
The high yellow moon won't come out to play
(that high yellow moon won't come out to play)
I said (darkness) darkness has covered my light
(and the stage) And the stage my day into night, yeah
Where is the love to be found? (oo-ooh-ooh)
Won't someone tell me?
'Cause my (sweet life) life must be somewhere to be found - (must be somewhere for me)
Instead of concrete jungle (la la-la!)
Where the living is harder (la-la!)

Concrete jungle (la la-la!)
Man you got to do your (la la-la!) best 
Wo-ooh, yeah
No chains around my feet
But I'm not free, oh-ooh!
I know I am bound here in captivity
G'yeah, now - (never, never) I've never known happiness
(never, never) I've never known what sweet caress is
Still, I'll be always laughing like a clown
Won't someone help me? 
'Cause I (sweet life) 
- I've got to pick myself from off the ground (must be somewhere for me), he-yeah! -
In this a concrete jungle (la la-la!)
I said, what do you cry for me (la-la!) now, o-oh!
Concrete jungle (la la-la!), ah, won't you let me be (la la-la!), now
Hey! Oh, now

I said that life (sweet life) - it must be somewhere to be found (must be somewhere for me)
Oh, instead: concrete jungle (la-la!) - collusion (la-la!) - confusion (confusion) 
Eh!

Concrete jungle (la-la!): baby, you've got it in
Concrete jungle (la la-la!), now 
Eh!
Concrete jungle (la la-la!)

What do you stand(?) for me (la-la!), now?

Roses To Reno
Performer(s): Eddy Arnold



Send some roses to Reno
Maybe it's not too late
If the roses reach Reno
Maybe baby will wait

Baby's gone, she's out of sight
It all happened over night
But I long, I should have stayed
And that was yesterday
Before I'd found
Baby's Reno bound

Send some roses to Reno
Maybe it's not too late
If the roses reach Reno
Maybe baby will wait

Never thought she'd say goodbye
Guess my thoughts were all a lie
Baby smiled on me
For just a little while
And baby let me down
Baby's Reno bound

Send some roses to Reno
Maybe it's not too late
If the roses reach Reno
Maybe baby will wait

Et Je M'en Vais
((Adapted from: Then He Kissed Me (The Crystals) - 1963))
((Finnish Version: Jos Mua Pussaat (Mona Carita) - 1979))
Composer(s): Phil Spector - Jeff Barry - Ellie Greenwich - Paul Reiman
Performer(s): Richard Anthony - 1963



Dans ce train qui m'emmène loin
Je me demande pourquoi
Dans le bruit des roues
J'entends comme un écho de sa voix
Je sais qu'elle me mentait
Quand elle me disait qu'elle m'aimait
Et maintenant je l'ai quittée
Je m'en vais
J'avais quand je l'ai connue
Tant d'espoir dans le cœur
Mais j'ai bien compris qu'avec elle
Je n'aurais pas de bonheur
Quand l'autre soir je l'ai trouvée
Dans d'autres bras très fort serrée
Je n'ai pas pu le supporter,
Je m'en vais
Dans la vie quand on s'aperçoit
Qu'une fille ne vous aime plus
Il faut aller chercher ailleurs
L'amour qu'on a perdu
Et moi je sais que je vais découvrir
Un autre amour bien plus fort
Et si ce n'est pas pour demain
Eh bien! je chercherai encore
Tant pis si tout est gâché
Une de perdue dix de retrouvées
Moi, je reprends ma liberté
Je m'en vais
Dans ce train qui s'en va là-bas
Mes souvenirs s'éloignent de moi
Je m'aperçois que je l'oublie déjà

Concrete And Clay
Composer(s): Brian Parker; Tommy Moeller
Performer(s): Unit Four Plus Two



You to me
Are sweet as roses in the morning
And you to me
Are soft as summer rain at dawn, in love we share
That something rare

The sidewalks in the street
The concrete and the clay beneath my feet
Begins to crumble
But love will never die
Because we'll see the mountains tumble
Before we say goodbye

My love and I will be
In love eternally
That's the way
Mmm, that's the way it's meant to be

All around
I see the purple shades of evening
And on the ground
The shadows fall and once again you're in my arms
So tenderly

The sidewalks in the street
The concrete and the clay beneath my feet
Begins to crumble
But love will never die
Because we'll see the mountains tumble
Before we say goodbye

My love and I will be
In love eternally
That's the way
Mmm, that's the way it's meant to be

The sidewalks in the street
The concrete and the clay beneath my feet
Begins to crumble
But love will never die
Because we'll see the mountains tumble
Before we say goodbye

My love and I will be
In love eternally
That's the way
Mmm, that's the way it's meant to be

And that's the way
That's the way it's meant to be

That's the way
(that's the way it's meant to be)
Wo-oh, that's the way
That's the way it's meant to be

Roses On The 4th Of July
Composer(s): Nanci Griffith
Performer(s): Nanci Griffith



He still sends her roses on the 4th of July
They're always white roses and she never asks why
She still doesn't know where he goes Thursday nights
But his wedding band rests on their bedside that night

He was a soldier in the Vietnam war
He lost half his right leg whilst daydreaming of her
She lit a candle each holy hour he was gone
"You Were On My Mind" was their favorite song

Love is a mystery from birth 'till we die
It's cross words of a morning, by evening entwined
It's all that we dream of, sometimes it's not right
Love is white roses, and you never ask why

He's the hands of a draftsman, he's built a good life
She works for a season during IRS time
Two children they've had, though their boy has now died
When they wake of each morning, he's still on their minds

Their friends would all tell you they're like day and night
Their daughter's an actress, she is strong and she's bright
He meets with his pals from the war Thursday nights
She still treasures those roses every 4th of July

Love is white roses every 4th of July

Then Came You
Composer(s): Philip T. Pugh - Sherman Marshall
First release by: Dionne Warwick & The Spinners - 1974



Ever since I met ya, seems I can't forgetcha
The thought of you keeps runnin' through the back of my mind
Every time I'm near ya, I get that urge to feel ya
Just touchin' you and lovin' you makes ev'rything right
(Tell me how ya feel, baby)
I never knew love before (oh no) then came you, you, then came you
I never knew love before, then came you then came you
You

Now that I've found ya, how did I live without ya?
(I don't know, baby)
It's plain to see you're all I need to satisfy me
I'm so darned proud of ya, I wanna sing about ya
(Sing it, sing it, sing it, baby)
All I know, ya made a 'fro by touchin' my hand
Oh, uh, oh I never knew love before, then came you (you), then came you, ooh
I never knew love before, then came you (ooh, ooh, ooh), then came you
Hey, hey, hey, then came you

Whoa, oh, uh, oh, oh, oh
I never knew love before, then came you, then came you
I never knew love before, then came you (you, ooh, ooh) then came you

Whoa, oh, uh, oh, oh, oh
I never knew love before, then came you (hey, hey) then came you, you
I never knew love before (hey) then came you
(With your lovin' touch) you-ooh-ooh then came (yeah)(hey, hey)

Oh, uh, no I never knew love before
(I got to hand it to you, baby) then came you

Concierto De Amor
Performer(s): Fernando Ubiergo



Un concierto de amor
te despiertas dentro de mi cama y quieres jugar
Un concierto de amor
es domingo no hay que levantarse, no hay que trabajar

Tú me abrazas y me quemas será la luna nueva
Me siento como un Superman
Ven conmigo, es domingo
no hay que trabajar

Un concierto de amor
Y la radio canta en el velador
Un concierto de amor
Los latidos que se escuchan fuera de mi corazón

Estoy contento ya no hay prisa, todo me da risa
El mundo me parece mejor
Ven conmigo es domingo,
hoy no hay que ir a trabajar

Un concierto de amor
Y la radio que sigue cantando sobre el velador
Un concierto de amor
Nuestra música que vuela dentro de la habitación

Ya ha pasado un semana que no se terminaba
Hoy sólo me queda olvidar
Ven conmigo es domingo
hoy no hay que ir a trabajar

Roses Of Picardy
French Title: Dansons La Rose (aka Roses De Picardie)
Composer(s): Frederic E. Weatherly; Hayden Wood
Performer(s): John McCormack;
and various other artists



She is watching by the poplars
Colinette with the sea-blue eyes
She is watching and longing, and waiting
Where the long white roadway lies
And a song stirs in the silence
As the wind in the boughs above
She listens and starts and trembles
'Tis the first little song of love
 
Roses are shining in Picardy
In the hush of the silver dew
Roses are flow'ring in Picardy
But there's never a rose like you!
And the roses will die with the summertime
And our roads may be far apart
But there's one rose that dies not in Picardy
'Tis the rose that I keep in my heart
 
And the years fly on forever
Till the shadows veil their skies
But he loves to hold her little hands
And look into her sea-blue eyes
And she sees the road by the poplars
Where they met in the bygone years
For the first little song of the roses
Is the last little song she hears
 
Roses are shining in Picardy
In the hush of the silver dew
Roses are flow'ring in Picardy
But there's never a rose like you!
And the roses will die with the summertime
And our roads may be far apart
But there's one rose that dies not in Picardy
'Tis the rose that I keep in my heart

Then Came The Last Days Of May
Performer(s): Blue Öyster Cult



Parched land no desert sand, sun was just a dot
And a little bit of water goes a long way, 'cause it's hot
Three good buddies were laughing and smoking in the back
Of a rented ford
They couldn't know they weren't going far

Each one with the money in his pocket
Could go out and buy himself a brand new car
But they all had the money they had
Money they hoped would take them very far

The sky was bright, a traffic light, now and then a truck
And they hadn't seen a cop around all day
They brought everything they needed
bags and scales to weigh the stuff
The driver said the border's just over the bluff

It wasn't until the car suddenly stopped
In the middle of a cold and barren place
And the other guy turned and spilled
Three boys blood, did they know a trap had been lain?

They're ok the last days of may, I'll be breathing dry air
I'm leaving soon, the others are already there
You wouldn't be interested in coming along, instead of staying here
They say the west is nice this time of year

Conchita, Marquita, Lolita, Pepita, Rosita, Juanita Lopez
Composer(s): Herbert Magidson; Jule Styne
Performer(s): Glenn Miller
Covered by multiple other artists



He was a handsome young Irish lad
She was a Mexican beauty
It was fiesta and I might add
Love was doing its duty

His Irish heart went bing-o when he saw the rose of Juarez
Conchita Marquita Lolita Pepita Rosita Juanita Lopez
"Oh, you’re a lovely thing-o
For me there‘s but one girl", he said
"Conchita Marquita Lolita Pepita Rosita Juanita Lopez"
Mandolins began to play
And her lips were there to kiss
As we danced I heard him say
"New Jersey was never like this!"

The bells began to ring-o
And they rode away on a mule
To prove I’m not jokin‘
If you’re in Hoboken
Drop in for a minute and you’ll
Meet Conchita Marquita Lolita Pepita Rosita Juanita O’Toole...

There’s Little Theresa, Maria, Elisa
And sure and begorry
The rest of the story is Patsy and Molly and Mike
There’s Jose and Pancho and Pedro and Sancho
To be sure when they‘re seen they‘ll be wearing the green
´Tis Tommy and Timmy and Spike
That’s right!

The bells began to ring-o
And they rode away on a mule
To prove I’m not jokin‘
If you’re in Hoboken
Drop in for a minute and you’ll
Meet Conchita Marquita Lolita Pepita Rosita Juanita O’Toole!

Roses In The Snow
Composer(s): Nico
Performer(s): Nico



He came your way
And when he had to go
There were roses growing in the snow
Silently you'll go to the shadow of your soul
And you know that it was like this before we had to go

You will never see these lights
Glowing in your nights
Until you feel this way

With every moon it is as though you're getting closer to your soul
And then you go alone and with no fear
Then you will know
That it was like this before we had to go
And you will find that you were blind
Until you saw these lights glowing in your nights

He came your way
And when he had to go
There were roses growing in the snow
Silently you'll go to the shadow of your soul
But you know it was like this before we had to go

You will never see these lights
Glowing in your nights
If you don't know
And there are roses growing in the snow

Then
Performer(s): The Vogues



Then, the future looked so bright
Oh then, everything was right
But now, I walk the lonely night
Thinking of you now, and then

Then, we loved without a care
Oh then, when you were always there
But now, we're only half a pair
And I'm thinking of you now, and then

Now and then I walk alone
The streets we used to walk along
And call your name
Like I did then

Then, there was no need to sigh
Oh then, there was no need to cry
But now, I feel a need to die
Thinking of you now, and then

Now and then, I walk alone
The streets we used to walk along
And call your name
Like I did then

Then, there was no need to sigh
Oh then, there was no need to cry
But now, I feel a need to die
Thinking of you now, and then

Thinking of you now, and then

Concessions
Composer(s): Guy Thomas
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat



Avant que je vous fréquente
Je vivais dans un taudis
Une espèce de soupente
Où j'entassais mon fourbi
Je veux bien ma chère Estelle
Résider dans vos maisons
Vivre dans vos grands hôtels
Ou vos manoirs à la con

Mais pas dans un' forteresse
Pour décrocher tes caresses

Avant que je sois sinoque
Affolé par vos appâts
Je vous aurais dit ton vioc
Au lieu de votre papa
Je veux bien pour vous complaire
Apprendre votre jargon
Dire Monsieur votre Père
Est bête au lieu d'un peu con

Mais j'dirai pas mes hommages
En dégrafant ton corsage

Avant que je m'amourache
De votre petit chignon
Je vivais comme un apache
Je bouffais comme un cochon
Je veux bien bergeronnette
Vous faire une concession
Me servir dans une assiette
Sur une nappe à la con

Mais j'prendrai pas des pincettes
Pour enlever ta jupette

Avant que je me dévoue
Aux travaux de Cupidon
Je menais je vous l'avoue
Une vie de patachon
Je veux bien mon églantine
Changer mes fréquentations
Mais j'userai pas mes bottines
Dans tes cocktails à la con

Je mettrai pas de jaquette
Pour soulever ta liquette

Avant que je vous connaisse
Je chopinais du rouquin
Vous buviez du vin de messe
Ou du Vichy Celestins
Je veux bien ma chère amie
Sacrifier quelques canons
Mais je veux pas d'eau rougie
Ni de tisane à la con

Je ne boirai pas d'la flotte
Pour enlever ta culotte