Time Rag
Composer(s): Joan Baez
Performer(s): Joan Baez



Ripping along towards middle age 
And my music career kind of missed a page 
Record sales began to drop 
The management all began to hop 
Not worry, they said, you'll see 
What you need is some fresh publicity 
Just give us a nod and we'll all leap 
Towards putting you back at the top of the heap 
I said, Fine, I'll give it a whack 
I hung up the phone and I turned my back 
Began daydreaming I was somebody else 
When the phone jumped over from the wall to the shelf 
We just had a break, this is really fine 
We can make the January issue of Time 
If you'll give us Monday, a week from today 
From two to four, now what do you say? 

I said, Time, Time mag, mag 
You got me on the rag, rag 
Take your insults about the queen 
And shove them up your royal Timese machine 

But I scribbled it down on the wall calendar 
And wondered about my interviewer 
Maybe he'd be just a real nice guy 
Bright and sympathetic with a roving eye 
We'd forget all about the assignment due 
Formalities, photos, and the interview 
We'd hop on into his big rent-a-car 
Go for a lovely drive, not far.... maybe France 
As the big day approached it slipped my mind 
Till my secretary showed up at the house to remind 
Me to switch into gear for the big coup de gras 
The meeting with the man from the media 
I swept the driveway and polished the phone 
Put on a Kenzo knit in two-tone 
Fluffed the pillows in the burgundy chair 
Made up my eyes and brushed my hair... all in that order 
When he called to say he was three hours late 
My cheerful facade began to disintegrate 
The photographer'd be even later still 
She was hopelessly lost in the nearby hills 
He arrived not exactly the man of my dreams 
Not bad for a rep from the Timese machine 
Asked me a wandering question or three 
And I thought he was actually listening to me 

And I said, Time, Time mag, mag 
You got me on the rag, rag 
Take your insults about the queen 
And shove them up your royal Timese machine 

Curious about his interest 
I babbled my way through the worldwide list 
Ireland, Chile and the African states 
Poetry, politics and how they relate 
Motherhood, music and Moog synthesizers 
Political prisoners and Commie sympathizers 
Hetero, homo and bisexuality 
Where they all stand in the nineteen-seventies 
Then suddenly it stopped and he started to lobby 
Said, Tell me some inside stuff about Bobby 
Bobby who? I smiled and said 
And the Time man's face was laced with red 
I know you guys used to know each other 
I know you refer to him as being your brother 
And I know that you know where he's coming from 
I said, You know alot for being so Goddamned dumb 

And I said, Time, Time mag, mag 
You got me on the rag, rag 
Take your insults about the queen 
And shove them up your royal Timese machine 

Well I never gave him quite what he came for 
The inside story and it's really a shame 
For I never made the January issue of Time 
And just before I run out of words that rhyme 
I really should tell you that deep in my heart 
I don't give a damn where I stand on the charts 
Not as long as the sun sinks into the west 
And that's going to be a pretty serious test... of time 

I Can Always Find A Little Sunshine In The Y.M.C.A.
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
Performer(s): John Wallowitch & Bertram Ross



Mother dear, I've just finished mess
And I'm here in the Y.M.C.A.
How I've missed your tender caress
Since the day when I marched away
But don't worry, dear, I'm contented here
What is more I'm feeling fine
Ev'rything's all right, dear, and ev'ry night
I will drop you a line

You can picture me ev'ry ev'ning
At the close of the day
Writing a little letter
In the Y.M.C.A.
Don't you worry, mother darling
For while the skies are gray
I can always find a little sunshine in the Y.M.C.A.

Je Suis Seul
Composer(s): Bob Gallo; Ben E. King
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday



Je suis seul
Désespéré

Quand je les vois par la main
Tous les amoureux moi je sais bien
Cet amour là je ne le connaîtrai pas
Il ne sera jamais pour moi

Je suis seul
Désespéré

Tu as beau parler d'amour
Je suis seul presque toujours
Au milieu de mes tourments
Je me dis que tu me mens

La vie, la vie c'est bien joli
Moi j'ai peur d'être un jour trahi
Et ton amour, tu peux me jurer
Je sais bien qu'un jour tu me feras crier
Je suis seul

Je suis seul
Désespéré

Je suis seul
Désespéré

Time Passages
Composer(s): Al Stewart - Peter White
Performer(s): Al Stewart



It was late in December, the sky turned to snow
All round the day was going down slow
Night like a river beginning to flow
I felt the beat of my mind go
Drifting into time passages
Years go falling in the fading light
Time passages
Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight
Well I'm not the kind to live in the past
The years run too short and the days too fast
The things you lean on are the things that don't last
Well it's just now and then my line gets cast into these
Time passages
There's something back here that you left behind
Oh time passages
Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight

Hear the echoes and feel yourself starting to turn
Don't know why you should feel
That there's something to learn
It's just a game that you play

Well the picture is changing
Now you're part of a crowd
They're laughing at something
And the music's loud
A girl comes towards you
You once used to know
You reach out your hand
But you're all alone, in these
Time passages
I know you're in there, you're just out of sight
Time passages
Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight 

Wacht Op Mij, Mona Lisa
Composer(s): B. Hengst; F. Halmich; Johnny Hoes
Performer(s): Radi Ensemble



Wacht op mij, Mona Lisa
Ik moet van je scheiden gaan
Ik zal jou nooit vergeten
Al ben ik ver van jou vandaan
Wacht op mij, Mona Lisa
Onze liefde blijft bestaan

Kijk me aan, Mona Lisa
Ook het afscheid doet me pijn
Ik blijf steeds aan je denken
Eens zal ik weer bij je zijn
Wacht op mij, Mona Lisa
Eens zal ik weer bij je zijn

Als ik je weer ontmoet
Blijf ik bij jou
En dan word jij voorgoed
M'n kleine vrouw

Wacht op mij, Mona Lisa
Meisje, heb maar geen verdriet
'k Heb mijn hart aan jou gegeven
Lieveling, vergeet me niet
Wacht op mij, Mona Lisa
Lieveling, vergeet me niet
Een laatste kus nog, Mona Lisa
Meisje heb maar geen verdriet
Wacht op mij, Mona Lisa
Lieveling, vergeet me niet...

Je Suis Parti
Composer(s): Christophe
Performer(s): Christophe



Je suis parti sans un adieu
Il valait mieux pour tous les deux
Laisse-moi te dire, laisse-moi te dire
Je t'aimais bien
Je suis parti
La mélodie elle est trop triste
Oh! c'est ma vie
Ecoute-là, écoute-là
Elle est pour toi
Je suis parti
Cette chanson
Je l'ai chantée en criant ton nom
Ne pleure pas, ne pleure pas
Elle est pour toi
Je suis parti sans oublier
La belle histoire que l'on se racontait
Je n'ai plus rien, je n'ai plus rien
C'est ma chanson, c'est ta chanson

Time Out
Composer(s): John Kay - Rocket Ritchotte - Michael Wilk
Performer(s): John Kay & Steppenwolf



Up early in the morning, 'bout the break of day
Still huggin' that empty pillow where your baby used to lay
No time to think about the past, good god, it's time for you to run
Wake up your dreams will have to wait, no time for fun
And so it's always wait until tomorrow, always someday
Yeah, it's always sooner or later, never today
Why don't you take time out, why don't you take it slow
The race you run is never done, why don't you let it go
Why don't you take time out, why don't you make the time
When day is done, go have some fun or you'll loose your mind
Rough times in the heart of paradise, another crazy day
Trapped like a rat, you feel the heat while running thru the maze
No time to take a look around, jump into it, push until you drop
Watch out, the walls are closing in but you just can't stop
And so it's always wait until tomorrow, always someday
Yeah, it's always sooner or later, never today
Why don't you take time out, why don't you take it slow
The race you run is never done, why don't you let it go
You're playin' fast and loose, you play with loaded dice
But what you loose to win the golden goose, may be your life

I Came, I Saw, I Conga'd
Composer(s): James Cavanaugh; John Redmond; Frank Weldon
Performer(s): Edmundo Ros; Bryan Smith



I came, I saw, I conga'd
I came, I saw, I conga'd
It's plain to see you conquered me
Each time I shake a shoulder
I get a little bolder
A dance like this deserves a kiss
My sweet muchacha, when I gotcha in my arms
This Cuban hotcha adds so mucha to your charms
The bongos beat the rhythm, maracas shake it with `em
That Latin riff is too "terriff"
I came, I saw, I conga'd
I came, I saw, I conga'd
I can't dany it's got that I, yi, Conga
I, yi, Conga, I, yi, Conga, yi

Je Suis Né Dans La Rue
Composer(s): Tommy Brown;
Chris Long; Micky Jones
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday



Je m'appelle Jean-Philippe Smet
Je suis né à Paris
Vous me connaissez mieux
Sous le nom de Johnny
Un soir de juin en 1943
Je suis né dans la rue
Par une nuit d'orage

Oh oui, je suis né dans la rue
Oh oui, je suis né dans la rue
Je suis né dans la rue

Je né dans la ville
Où les murs sont toujours gris
Derrière un terrain vague
Où se trouvent les taudis
Dans un berceau de fer
Je devais grandir
Ne vous étonnez pas
Si je ne sais pas sourire

Lorsque je suis né dans la rue
Oh oui, je suis né dans la rue
Je suis né dans la rue

Je n'ai pas eu de père
Pour me faire rentrer le soir
Et bien, souvent ma mère
Travaillait pendant la nuit
Je jouais de la guitare
Assis sur le trottoir
Le cœur comme une pierre
Je commençais ma vie

Parce que je suis né dans 1a rue
Oh je suis né dans la rue
Je suis né dans la rue

J'ai du me battre
Pour avoir la vie que j'aimais
J'ai du me battre
Encore plus fort pour la garder
De tous les côtés de la ville on me cherchait
Les poings se sont serrés
Depuis je n'ai pas changé

Parce que je suis né dans 1a rue
Oh je suis né dans la rue
Je suis né dans la rue

Maintenant je ne vie plus
Où les murs sont toujours gris
Mon nom est en argent
Et ma guitare est en or
Mes chansons d'hier
Sont bien les mêmes qu'aujourd'hui
Mais quand la nuit arrive
Je retourne dans la rue

Lorsque que je suis né dans 1a rue
Oh je suis né dans la rue
Je suis né dans la rue

On me parle avec respect
Je dîne chez des rois
On me choisit mes amis
Les meilleurs qui soient
On voudrait me faire changer
Mais c'est une cause perdue
Vous perdez vot' temps
Je reviendrai à la rue

Parce que je suis né dans la rue
Oh je suis né dans la rue
Je suis né dans la rue
Dans la rue

Et bien, j'espère que ce nouveau 33 tours vous aura plus
J'espère que vous avez aimé
Le nouveau style de blues
Que nous avons essayé de créer pour vous
A bientôt

Salut!

Maintenant je ne vie plus
Où les murs sont toujours gris
Mon nom est en argent
Et ma guitare est en or
Mes chansons d'hier
Sont bien les mêmes qu'aujourd'hui
Mais quand la nuit arrive
Je retourne dans la rue

Parce que je suis né dans la rue
Oh oui, je suis né dans la rue
La rue
Dans la rue

Time On My Hands (You In My Arms)
Composer(s): Harold Adamson - Mack Gordon - Vincent Youmans
Performer(s): Marilyn Miller & Paul Gregory
and multiple other artists



Time on my hands, you in my arms
Nothing but love in view
Then if you fall, once and for all
I'll see my dreams come true
Moments to spare for someone you care for
One love affair for two
With time on my hands and you in my arms
And love in my heart all for you

Moments to spare for someone you care for
One love affair for two
With time on my hands and you in my arms
And love in my heart all for you

I Call Your Name 
Composer(s): John Lennon; Paul McCartney
First release by: The Beatles - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists



I call your name but you're not there
Was I to blame for being unfair
Don't you know I can't sleep at night since you've been gone
I never weep at night, I can't go on

Don't you know I can't take it
I don't know who can
I'm not gonna make it
I'm not that kind of man

Don't you know I can't sleep at night but just the same
I never weep at night, I call your name

Don't you know I can't take it
I don't know who can
I'm not gonna make it
I'm not that kind of man

Don't you know I can't sleep at night but just the same, yeah
I never weep at night, I call your name 
I never weep at night, I call your name

Je Suis Moi
Composer(s): Michel Berger
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy



et la rue m'habitue à n'être plus personne
presque plus personne
et la ville me force à suivre son rhythme fébrile
son rhythme fébrile
mais quand on se retrouve
quand il rentre le soir
il suffit d'un regard
et je suis moi
j'ai le ciel au bout des doigts
le monde au-dessous de moi
comme pour la première fois
je suis moi
j'entends, je sens et je vois
je suis moi
comme pour la première fois
je suis moi
et la rue me ramène à sa vie monotone
sa vie monotone
dans la ville je me perds, je m'oublie, je m'abondonne
oui je m'abondonne
mais quand on se retrouve
quand le ciel devient noir
il suffit d'un regard
et je suis moi
j'ai le ciel au bout des doigts
le monde au-dessous de moi
comme pour la première fois
je suis moi
j'entends, je sens et je vois
je suis moi
comme pour la première fois
je suis moi
je suis moi
j'ai le ciel au bout des doigts
le monde au-dessous de moi
comme pour la première fois
je suis moi
j'entends, je sens et je vois
je suis moi
comme pour la première fois
je suis moi
je suis moi...

Time Of The Season
((Italian Version: La Luce (I Templari) (1990))
Composer(s): Rod Argent
First release by: The Zombies - 1968
Covered by multiple other artists



It's the time of the season
When the love runs high
In this time give it to me easy
And let me try with pleasured hands
To take you in the sun to promised lands
To show you everyone
It's the time of the season for loving...

What's your name? Who's your daddy?
Is he rich like me?
Has he taken any time
To show you what you need to live
Tell it to me slowly 
Tell you why
I really want to know
It's the time of the season for loving...

It's the time of the season
When the love runs high
In this time give it to me easy
And let me try with pleasured hands
To take you in the sun to promised lands
To show you everyone
It's the time of the season for loving...

What's your name? Who's your daddy?
Is he rich like me?
Has he taken any time
To show you what you need to live
Tell it to me slowly 
Tell you why
I really want to know
It's the time of the season for loving...

What's your name? Who's your daddy?
Is he rich like me?
Has he taken any time
To show you what you need to live
Tell it to me slowly 
Tell you why
I really want to know
It's the time of the season for loving...

It's the time of the season
When the love runs high
In this time give it to me easy
And let me try with pleasured hands
To take you in the sun to promised lands
To show you everyone
It's the time of the season for loving...

What's your name? Who's your daddy?
Is he rich like me?
Has he taken any time
To show you what you need to live
Tell it to me slowly 
Tell you why
I really want to know
It's the time of the season for loving... (repeat)...

I Cain't Say No
Composer(s): Richard Rodgers; Oscar Hammerstein II
Performer(s): Celeste Holm 
and multiple other artists



It ain't so much a question of not knowin' whut to do
I knowed what's right an' wrong since I've been teen
I heared a lot of stories an' I reckon they're true
About how girls are put upon by men
I know I mustn't fall into the pit
But when I'm with a feller
I fergit!

I'm just a girl who cain't say 'no'
I'm in a terrible fix!
I always say 'Come on, let's go' just when I aughta say 'Nix'
When a person tries to kiss a girl
I know she oughta give his face a smack!
But as soon as someone kisses me
I somehow sorta want to kiss him back!
I'm just a fool when lights are low
I cain't be prissy an' quaint
I ain't the type that can faint
How can I be what I ain't?
I cain't say 'no!'

Whatcha gonna do when a feller gets flirty
An' starts to talk purty
Whatcha gonna do?
S'pposin' that he says
That your lips are like cherrys
Or roses, or berries
Whatcha gonna do?
S'pposin' that he says
That yer sweeter than cream
and he's gotta have cream or die?
Whatcha gonna do when he talks that way?
Spit in his eye?

I'm jist a girl who cain't say no
Cain't seem to say it at all
I hate to disserpoint a beau
When he is payin' a call!
Fer a while I ack refined and cool
A settin on the velveteen setee
Nen I think of thet ol' golden rule
And do fer him what he would do fer me!
I cain't resist a Romeo
In a sombrero and chaps
Soon as I sit on their laps
Somethin' inside of me snaps
I cain't say no!

I'm jist a girl who cain't say 'no'
Kissin's my favorite food!
With or without the mistletoe
I'm in a holiday mood!
Other girls are coy an' hard to catch
But other girls ain't havin' any fun!
Ev'ry time I lose a wrastlin' match
I have a funny feelin' that I won!
Though I can feel the undertoe
I never make a complaint
'Till it's too late for restraint
Then when I want to I cain't
I cain't say 'no!'

Je Suis Malade
Composer(s): Serge Lama; Alice Dona
Performer(s): Serge Lama;
and various other artists



Je ne rêve plus je ne fume plus
Je n'ai même plus d'histoire
Je suis seule sans toi
Je suis laide sans toi
Je suis comme un orphelin dans un dortoir
Je n'ai plus envie de vivre dans ma vie
Ma vie cesse quand tu pars
Je n'ai plus de vie et même mon lit
Ce transforme en quai de gare
Quand tu t'en vas

Je suis malade, complètement malade
Comme quand ma mère sortait le soir
Et qu'elle me laissait seul avec mon désespoir
Je suis malade parfaitement malade
T'arrive on ne sait jamais quand
Tu repars on ne sait jamais où
Et ça va faire bientôt deux ans
Que tu t'en fous

Comme à un rocher, comme à un péché
Je suis accroché à toi
Je suis fatigué je suis épuisé
De faire semblant d'être heureuse quand ils sont là
Je bois toutes les nuits mais tous les whiskies
Pour moi on le même goût
Et tous les bateaux portent ton drapeau
Je ne sais plus où aller tu es partout

Je suis malade complètement malade
Je verse mon sang dans ton corps
Et je suis comme un oiseau mort quand toi tu dors
Je suis malade parfaitement malade
Tu m'as privé de tous mes chants
Tu m'as vidé de tous mes mots
Pourtant moi j'avais du talent avant ta peau

Cet amour me tue si ça continue
Je crèverai seul avec moi
Près de ma radio comme un gosse idiot
Ecoutant ma propre voix qui chantera

Je suis malade complètement malade
Comme quand ma mère sortait le soir
Et qu'elle me laissait seul avec mon désespoir
Je suis malade
C'est ça je suis malade
Tu m'as privé de tous mes chants
Tu m'as vidé de tous mes mots
Et j'ai le cœur complètement malade
Cerné de barricades
T'entends je suis malade

Time May Change
Composer(s): Hugh Wade - Leigh Stafford
Performer(s): Archie Lewis



Time may change the secret of the ocean
Time may change the language of devotion
Who knows what fate may have in store for us
Let’s make it more for us than ever before

Time may change the colour of the pages
Rearrange the tempo of the ages
These changing years may disappear from view
But time won’t change my love for you

Time may change the colour of the pages
Rearrange the tempo of the ages
These changing years may disappear from view
But time won’t change my love for you

I Belong To You
Composer(s): Barry White
Performer(s): Barry White



I belong to you
For as long as you want me to
I belong to you
For as long as you want me to

In love with you
I'll always be
Forever true
Till you set me free

Please don't you worry
About all the guys around
They can't sweet talk me
They can't put you down

And nothin' they could say
My darlin', in the way
All that I want I've got
All I can think of
Is only you, love

I belong to you
For as long as you want me to
I belong to you, baby
For as long as you want me to

There's no love
Like what we've known
Everything is right
We can't go wrong

Girls don't bother me
No matter what they do
Any fool could see
Baby, I've got you

I may not be the best
But I ain't seen no one yet
All I can think of
Is only you, love

I (Oh, baby, oh, baby, oh, baby) belong to you (My baby)
For as long as you want me to
I belong to you (Oh, baby, baby, baby)
For as long as you want me to

I belong to you
For as long as you want me to
I belong to you (My baby)

Je Suis Libre
Composer(s): B. Chotas; Jacques Plante
Performer(s): Sylvie Vartan



Je suis libre
Je suis libre de ma destinée
Je suis libre libre de t'aimer
Je suis libre à ma fantaisie
Je suis libre... hum!
De vivre ma vie
Je suis libre
Plus personne n'a de droit sur moi
Plus personne ne me fait la loi

Je suis libre 
Toutes les journées
Je suis libre hum! 
De te les donner
Je suis en rage dès qu'on me défend
De faire ci ou ça
Je ne suis plus une enfant
J'ai déjà passé l'âge de l'esclavage hum!

Je suis libre mon cœur t'appartient
Je le livre à qui je veux bien
Je suis libre libre de tout faire
Je suis libre hum! 
Libre comme l'air ouais!

Le mariage ne me fait pas peur
Je serai la servante de mon maître et seigneur
Car je peux être sage comme une image hum!

Je suis libre tu peux m'enfermer
Je suis libre ha! 
Tu peux m'enchaîner
Je m'en fiche je me suis donnée
Je suis libre hum! 
Libre de t'aimer
Je suis libre
Je suis libre
Je suis libre
Je suis libre

Time Is Time
Composer(s): Andy Gibb - Barry Gibb
Performer(s): Bee Gees; Olivia Newton-John



Time it goes on waits for nobody special
In the prime of my life I'll remember you
Livin' and breathin' and some misbelievin'
But I can't hold you women, no piece of you
You were the magic, my only believer
My life on the line for you
All that I give to you
Time is time
Don't give me no time to waste away
Love is love
Keep me alive to my dying day
Now is now
We capture the world
And love will make it all right, all right

Time it goes on waits for nothing on over
But I still see your sun that you shine on me
Giving and taking and always mistakin'
But I'll follow you women, eternally
You were the magic, my only believer
My life on the line for you
All that I give to you
Time is time
Don't give me no time to waste away
Love is love
Keep me alive to my dying day
Now is now
We capture the world
And love will make it all right, all right

Setting my sights in one only direction
Searching for romance and showing affection
I guess I better know one, standing in the cold dark
Waiting for your love

Time is time
Don't give me no wrong in makin' love
Love is love, turn me around till you burn me up
Now is now, we master the world
And time will make it all right, all right

Time is time
Don't give me no wrong in makin' love
Love is love, turn me around till you burn me up
Now is now, we master the world
And time will make it all right, all right

Time is time
Don't give me no wrong in makin' love
Love is love, turn me around till you burn me up
Now is now, we master the world
And time will make it all right, all right

Time is time
Don't give me no wrong in makin' love
Love is love, turn me around till you burn me up
Now is now, we master the world
And time will make it all right, all right...

I Believed It All
Composer(s): M. Bergman; A. Hamm
Performer(s): Jimmie F. Rodgers; The Pozo-Seco Singers



Mary had a little lamb
One and one make two
Candles on a birthday cake
Blow them out and your wish comes true
Does she love me does she not
Tell me daisy do

Oh to be a child again
Oaks from acorns grew
One and one make two
I believed it all
Didn't you?

I remember when every day began
Strawberry jam and laughter
And every story ended
With "happily ever after"
I remember feeling I'll never be safe
If I don't step on a crack
The days when the sun is up ahead
The wind is at my back.

Mary had a little lamb
One and one make two
Candles on a birthday cake
Blow them out and your wish comes true
Does she love me does she not
Tell me daisy do

Oh to be a child again
Oaks from acorns grew
One and one make two
I believed it all
Didn't you?
Didn't you?