I'm Sorry
(Adapted from: I'm Sorry - Brenda Lee - English Version - 1959/1960)
Composer(s): Dub Albritton; Ronnie Self
Performer(s): Gitte; Regina Palm

Titles In Other Languages:
1974 - Jeg Be'r Dig
1978 - Vergeef Me



I'm sorry, so sorry
Denn ich war ja so dumm
Wenn Lippen schweigen,
Herzen sind nicht stumm
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh yeah

Du, sag mir, was falsch war
Kannst Du denn nicht verzeihen?
Bin ja so traurig
und bin so allein

I'm sorry, so sorry
Erste Liebe macht ja so blind
Du mußt verstehen,
daß wir zu jung noch sind
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh yeah

Du, sag mir, was falsch war
Kannst Du denn nicht verzeihen?
Bin ja so traurig
und bin so allein 
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh yeah

I'm sorry, so sorry
Erste Liebe macht ja so blind
Doch Du muß verstehen,
daß wir zu jung noch sind

Sorry!

Expecting To Fly
Composer(s): Neil Young
Performer(s): Buffalo Springfield;
and various other artists



There you stood on the edge of your feather
Expecting to fly
While I laughed, I wondered whether
I could wave goodbye
Knowin' that you'd gone
By the summer it was healing
We had said goodbye
All the years we'd spent with feeling
Ended with a cry
Babe, ended with a cry
Babe, ended with a cry

I tried so hard to stand
As I stumbled and fell to the ground
So hard to laugh as I fumbled
And reached for the love I found
Knowin' it was gone
If I never lived without you
Now you know I'd die
If I never said I loved you
Now you know I'd try
Babe, now you know I'd try
Babe, now you know I'd try
Babe

I'm Sorry
Composer(s): Dub Albritton; Ronnie Self
First recording/First release by: Brenda Lee - 1959/1960
Covered by multiple other artists

Titles In Other Languages:
1974 - Jeg Be'r Dig
1978 - Vergeef Me



I'm sorry, so sorry
That I was such a fool
I didn't know
Love could be so cruel
Oh, oh, oh, oh, uh-oh, oh yes

You tell me mistakes
Are part of being young
But that don't right
The wrong that's been done

(I'm sorry) I'm sorry
(So sorry) So sorry
Please accept my apology
But love is blind
And I was too blind to see
Oh, oh, oh, oh, uh-oh, oh yes

You tell me mistakes
Are part of being young
But that don't right
The wrong that's been done
Oh, oh, oh, oh, uh-oh, oh yes

I'm sorry, so sorry
Please accept my apology
But love was blind
And I was too blind to see
(Sorry)

EXP
Composer(s): Jimi Hendrix
Performer(s): The Jimi Hendrix Experience; Sting



[Announcer:] 
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen
Welcome to radio station EXP
Tonight we are featuring an interview
with a very peculiar looking gentleman
who goes by the name of Mr. Paul Corusoe 
on the dodgy subject of are there 
or are there not flying saucers or UFOs? 
Please Mr. Corusoe, please
could you give us your regarded
opinion on this nonsense about
spaceships and even space people?

[Mr. Corusoe:] 
Thank you 
As you well know
you just can't believe everything you
see and hear, can you? 
Now, if you'll excuse me, I must be on my way

[Announcer:] 
Bu...but,but...gulb...I, I, don't believe it

[Mr. Corusoe:] 
Pffffttt!!...Pop!!...Bang!!...Etc!!!?

Vergeef Me
(Adapted from: I'm Sorry - 1959/1960)
(Danish Version: Jeg Be'r Dig - 1974)
Composer(s): Dub Albritton; Ronnie Self; Co van Raaijen
Performer(s): Mieke - 1978)



Vergeef me
Het spijt me
Jouw blik doet me pijn
Je verwijt me steeds weer het gene
Dat allang is verdwenen

M'n liefde
Ik huilde
Om jou die ik zonder meer ruilde
Ik heb je bedrogen
En zie in je ogen verdriet

Liefste
Het spijt me
Zeg me alsjeblieft
Wat kan ik doen
Om het allemaal weer goed te maken
Vergeef me nog
Deze ene keer
Misschien wordt het dan net weer
Zoals het vroeger was

Jou kan ik
Niet missen
Ik zou alles uit willen wissen
Opnieuw te beginnen
Jou weer te beminnen voor altijd

Vergeef me
Geloof me
Het was niets
En ik zal je beloven
M'n liefde te geven
En verder te leven
Voor jou... 

Exodus
((Adapted from: Exodus (Ernest Gold) - 1960); The Exodus Song (This Land Is Mine) (Pat Boone) - 1961))
Composer(s): Ernest Gold - Eddy Marnay
Performer(s): Edith Piaf



Ils sont partis dans un soleil d'hiver
Ils sont partis courir la mer
Pour effacer la peur
Pour écraser la peur
Que la vie leur a clouée au fond du coeur 
Ils sont partis en croyant aux moissons
Du vieux pays de leurs chansons
Le coeur chantant d'espoir
Le coeur hurlant d'espoir
Ils ont repris le chemin de leur mémoire 
Ils ont pleuré les larmes de la mer
Ils ont versé tant de prières
"Délivrez-nous, nos frères
Délivrez-nous, nos frères!"
Que leurs frères les ont tirés vers la lumière 
Ils sont là-bas dans un pays nouveau
Qui flotte au mât de leur bateau
Le coeur brisé d'amour
Le coeur perdu d'amour
Ils ont retrouvé la Terre de l'Amour....

Crazy Rhythm
Composer(s): Roger Wolfe Kahn; Joseph Meyer; Irving Caesar
First release by: Roger Wolfe Kahn and his Orch. - 1928
Covered by multiple other artists



Bee:
Crazy rhythm, here's the doorway
I'll go my way, you'll go your way
Crazy rhythm, from now on
We're through.
Here is where we have a showdown
I'm too high-hat, you're too low-down
Crazy rhythm, here's goodbye to you!
They say that when a high-brow meets a low-brow
Walkin' along Broadway
Soon the high-brow
He has no brow
Ain't it a shame?
And you're to blame
What's the use of prohibition?
You produce the same condition
Crazy rhythm, from now on, we're through
Crazy rhythm, I've gone crazy 

Existential Blues
Composer(s): Tom "T Bone" Stankus
Performer(s): Tom "T Bone" Stankus



Hey, man, what are you really into, huh?

The elusive butterfly has just tip-toed past my door
My buddy likes the Yankees; she says "Hey, T-Bone, what's the score?"
And I say, "Well, Reggie got 1 in 1 in 3, and 25 is 6 to 4"
Is the left-wing really pinko? Colonel Sanders, what a bore!
You ask so many questions, what answers should I choose?
Is this schizoid paranoia, or just existential blues?

The amenities of life have been chasing my soul
And my mind is transcendental, and I'm losing all control
And I'm sinking in the quagmire of illusions and Thoreau
I cry out, "My name is T-Bone!" as a hound dog digs a hole
You ask so many questions, what answers should I choose?
Is this Plato's heebie-jeebies, or just existential blues?

Sailing, sailing, what is 'lusion? What is tru-ue?
Sailing, sailing, over the existential blues
God bless America, and Old Glory too!
May she always wave o'er us with the red, white, and existential blues!
Hey, ba-ba-de-ba-ba-da-ba-da-da
Ba-de-bom-ba-de-bom--ba-ding-a-ding-ding ding-existential blues
Hey, you can do what you want but lay off my existential blues!
My blue suede existential blues!

[Spoken:]
I was on a quest!
To dream the impossible dream
Walking down the road one day, doo-dah, doo-dah
I was walking down the road, I was looking for the truth of life
When I came across all these little people, little people
Little people all around me
They looked up at me and said, "Hey, mister, are you tall?"
I said, "Yes, I'm tall, but who are you weird little whiners?"
And they looked up at me with their big, red, bloodshot eyes and said

We are the lollipop kids, the lollipop kids
The lollipop kids
We are the lollipop kids!
And we'd like to welcome you to Munchkinland!

I said, "Hey! Hey, weird little whiners, I am on a quest
To dream the impossible dream
Walking down the road one day, doo-dah, doo-dah
I said, "Hey kids, I'm looking for the truth of life
Where do I go, who do I see?"
They said, "Slow down, mister, in order to find the truth of life one must see The Wizard!"
I said, "The Wizard? Well, where does this wizard, old wise one, live?"
They said, "You see the big, green, glow-in-the-dark house up on the hill?"
I said, "Yes, I see the big, green, glow-in-the-dark house up on the hill
There's a big, dark forest between me and the big, green glow-in-the-dark house up on the hill
And a little old lady on a Hoover vacuum cleaner going
'I'll get you, my little pretty, and your little dog, Toto, too!'
I don't even have a little dog, Toto"

Such predicaments, I must forge ahead!
To dream the impossible dream
Walking down the road one day, doo-dah, doo-dah
I must find the truth of life
I said, "But you know, kids, I can handle a big, green, glow-in-the-dark house
up on the hill, I can handle a darn forest, I can handle the little old lady
But that's a very strange road you're sending me down!
I've seen yellow stripes in the middle of a road before, but kids, uh, never quite that wide!"
All right, tighten your shorts pilgrim, and sing like da Duke

Follow the yellow brick road (Come on)
Follow the yellow brick road (Everybody sing)
Follow, follow, follow, follow
Follow the yellow brick road
If ever a wonderful wiz there was
The Wizard of Oz is one because
Because, because, because, because, because
Because of the wonderful things he does!
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, ha-ha!
We're off to see the wizard
The wonderful Wizard of Oz!

Wellllll, I got a little bit tired of
Walking down the road one day, doo-dah, doo-dah
I got a little bit tired of walking down this old blinding yellow road
So pulled my little tired old body off to a little rest area
And lo and behold there's a little field of little red flowers out there
And they, heh, smelled so good 
Whoa
I was gettin' pretty tired and they smelled so good, and I
Figured, well, I'll just stretch out in this little field of

Poppies! Poppies! Poppies! Poppies!
(Cough)
Hey, what a strange dream, man!
The little flowers, they smell awfully good, and I was pretty tired
The old wizard's just gonna have to wait, man, because I'm just gonna
Stretch out again in the little field of

Poppies! Poppies! Poppies!
Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!
Dorothy! Dorothy! Dorothy!
(Snifffffff)
Dorothy! Dorothy! Dorothy!
....confidence in herself, man
Along came this old man in a green El Dorado II, screeched to a halt
A little short man with a big red nose
Toking a bottle of Yukon Jack
Strolled up to me and said, "Hey, son"
I said, "Old man, don't bother me 
Poppies, mmmmmmmmm!"
He said, "T-Bone!"
I said, "Wait a minute, this old man knows my name, he must be The Wizard!"

He must be the Wizard
The Wizard of Oz
Why have you come to haunt me?
Oh, Wizard of Oz

I said, "Oh, Wizard, old wise one, I have been on a quest
To dream the impossible dream
Walking down the road one day, doo-dah, doo-dah
And I met these little people
We are the lollipop kids, the lollipop kids, the lollipop kids
Follow the yellow brick road
Follow, follow, follow
I got tired
Poppies! Poppies!
Little old man, I've been through hell!"
He said, "Hey, son, slow down, relax"
I said, "But, wizard, old wise one, I have come so far to find the truth of life!"
He says, "Hey, son, slow down, relax"
He said, "To tell you the truth, son..."
I said, "Wizard, that's what I've come to find is the truth"
He said, "No, no, no, son, you've got me all wrong 
Heh heh
To tell you the truth, son...uh...how can I tell you this? 
Uh...
I've been in this field of poppies a long time myself, and I've come to find, son 
that the only truth in life is right here in this bottle"
I said, "Wizard!"
He said, "No, truly, son 
In fact, I'd rather have this bottle in front of me than A Frontal Lobotomy!"
How profound, Wizard!

Some girl with psychic power, she said, "T-Bone, what's your sign?"
I blink and answer, "Neon!" I thought I'd blow her mind
She's reading Moby Dick by some fruitcake named Herman
She's chomping on a knockwurst, was the duchess really German?
You ask so many questions, what answers should I choose?
Is this really Butte, Montana, or just existential blues?

Really Butte, Montana?
Is this Plato's heebie-jeebies?
Is this schizoid paranoia?

(Star Trek-like sound effects)

La-la-la-la-la-la-la, existential blu-uu-uuuuu-ues!

I'm So Worried
Composer(s): Terry Jones
Performer(s): Monty Python



I'm so worried about what's happening today in the Middle East, you know
And I'm so worried about the baggage retrieval system they've got at Heathrow

I'm so worried about the fashions today 
I don't think they're good for your feet
And I'm so worried about the shows on TV that sometimes they want to repeat

I'm so worried about what's happening today, you know
And I'm worried about the baggage retrieval system they've got at Heathrow

I'm so worried about my hair falling out and the state of the world today
And I'm so worried about being so full of doubt about everything, anyway

I'm so worried about modern technology
I'm so worried about all the things that they dump in the sea
I'm so worried about it 
Worried about it 
Worried 
Worried 
Worried

I'm so worried about everything that can go wrong
I'm so worried about whether people like this song
I'm so worried about this very next verse 
It isn't the best that I've got
And I'm so worried about whether I should go on, or whether I shouldn't just stop

I'm worried about whether I ought to have stopped
And I'm worried because it's the sort of thing I ought to know
And I'm so worried about the baggage retrieval system they've got at Heathrow

I'm so worried about whether I should have stopped then
I'm so worried that I'm driving everyone 'round the bend
I'm worried about the baggage retrieval system they've got at Heathrow

Exilio En Paris
Composer(s): Miguel Mateos
Performer(s): Miguel Mateos



(Va a París)
Estoy de vuelta, estoy aquí
vos sabés bien porque me tuve que ir
Oh! nena
Sentía miedo, no se porqué
si trabajaba el día para vivir
Quizás con tiempo lo podrás entender
le di mi amor al cartero
fue difícil, mujer ser argentino en París
esperando tener noticias para volver
exilio, auxilio
Aaaahhh!!!

Una llamada, un coche gris
una historieta de terror, que se acaba
Oh! nena
seis años duros de facultad
y terminar como taxista siendo físico nuclear
Oh! no

Te espero a eso de las 6 junto al río
con la manzana mordida
y la tonta expresión
de un perro sin dueño, recordando su amor
mientras Buenos Aires se divierte
se divierte, no, no

Estoy de vuelta (exilio)
estoy aquí (auxilio)
no quiero volver a ser
un argentino en París

Estoy de vuelta (exilio)
estoy aquí (auxilio)
no quiero volver a ser
un argentino en París

No tengo miedo (exilio)
no se porque (auxilio)
no quiero volver a ser
un argentino en París

I'm So Tired
Composer(s): John Lennon; Paul McCartney
First release by: The Beatles - 1968
Covered by multiple other artists



I'm so tired, I haven't slept a wink
I'm so tired, my mind is on the blink
I wonder should I get up and fix myself a drink
No, no, no

I'm so tired I don't know what to do
I'm so tired my mind is set on you
I wonder should I call you but I know what you'd do

You'd say I'm putting you on 
But it's no joke, it's doing me harm
You know I can't sleep, I can't stop my brain
You know it's three weeks, I'm going insane
You know I'd give you everything I've got 
for a little peace of mind

I'm so tired, I'm feeling so upset
Although I'm so tired I'll have another cigarette 
And curse Sir Walter Raleigh
He was such a stupid get

Exil
Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers; Guillaume Rossel
Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers



Elle m'appelle et me fascine
Elle a laissé très loin ses îles
La mer
Grandes marées et grands naufrages
C'est une idée du fond des âges
La mer
Elle est la voix des trépassés
Sur les brisants la nuit tombée
La mer
Elle rassure ou elle fait peur
Elle est de toutes les couleurs
La mer

Quand je déroule sur sa plage
Mon corps fatigué de sauvage
La mer
Elle me raconte qu'avant moi
D'autres hommes ont perdu la voix
Sur terre
J'écoute sa voix son tempo
Et les sirènes des cargos
Dans l'air
Ces quelques mots pour Atlantide
A l'heure où la vie est liquide
Amère

Partir écouter le silence
Loin du monde et de l'arrogance
La mer
On va, fuyant, inaccessible
Très loin des foules inutiles
La mer
Avec ce charme contagieux
Qui convient aux aventureux
Très fiers
Tu ne te répètes jamais
Et c'est pour ça que tu me plais
La mer

Quand vous recevrez cette lettre
Je serai sûrement très loin
En mer
Alors, que l'écho de mon chant
Vienne sur vous en dérivant
Dans l'air
Mes amis, prenez en cadeau
Les belles des bars à tango
De Buenos Aires
Et s'il y a un trésor caché
Il est moins beau que l'Amitié
Mes frères

Quand vous recevrez cette lettre
Je serai sûrement très loin
En mer

I'm So Restless
Composer(s): Roger McGuinn; Jacques Levy
Performer(s): Roger McGuinn



Hey, Mr. D do you want me to be
A farmer a cowhand an old country boy
To get up in the a.m. and tend to the chores
And leave all my troubles behind a locked door
Layin' with my lady and strumming' on my toy
Oh, I know what you mean and it sounds good to me
But oh, Mr. D. I'm so restless

Hey, Mr. L. do you want me to yell
To howl at the moon when I'm losing my grip
Without no possessions and finding myself
The picture of mental and physical health
But I'm still paying dues for that Indian trip
Oh, I know what you mean and it sure rings a bell
But oh, Mr. L. I'm so restless

Hey, Mr. J. do you want me to stray
To be a bad boy a mean boy and ready to kill
Wriggling' and slinkin' in snakeskin and black
Holding my thumb on some chick in the sack
And never say no if it gives me a thrill
Oh, I know what you mean and I'd go all the way
But oh, Mr. J. I'm so restless

Ex-Fan Des Sixties
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Jane Birkin; Stereo Total



Ex-fan des sixties
petite Baby Doll
comme tu dansais bien le Rock 'n' Roll
ex-fan des sixties
où sont tes années folles
que sont devenues toutes tes idoles
où est l'ombre des Shadows
des Byrds, des Doors
des Animals
des Moo-
dy Blues
séparés Mac Cartney
Georges Harrison
et Ringo Starr
et John Lennon - ex-fan des sixties
petite Baby Doll
comme tu dansais bien le Rock 'n' Roll
ex-fan des sixties
où sont tes années folles
que sont devenues toutes tes idoles
Disparus Brian Jones
Jim Morrison
Eddy Cochran
Buddy
Holly
idem Jimi Hendrix
Otis Redding
Janis Joplin
T.Rex
Elvis

I'm So Proud
Composer(s): Curtis Mayfield
First release by: The Impressions - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists



Prettier than all the world
And I'm so proud (I'm so proud)
I'm so proud of you

You're only one fellow's girl
And I'm so proud (I'm so proud)
Believe me, I love you too

I'm so proud of being loved by you
And it would hurt, hurt to know
If you ever were untrue

Sweeter than the taste of a cherry so sweet
And I'm so proud (I'm so proud)
I'm so proud of you

Compliments to you from all the people we meet
Yes, and I'm so proud (I'm so proud)
Believe me, I love you too

I'm so proud of being loved by you
I'm so proud of being loved by you
And it would hurt, hurt to know
If you ever were untrue

Sweeter than the taste of a cherry so sweet
And I'm so proud (I'm so proud)
I'm so proud of you

Compliments to you from all the people we meet
Yes, and I'm so proud (I'm so proud)
Believe me, I love you too

Exercice En Forme De Z
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Jane Birkin; Sabeline Campo



Zazie
À sa visite au zoo
Zazie suçant son zan
S'amusait d'un vers luisant
D'isidore Isou
Quand zut ! Un vent blizzard
Fusant de son falzar
Voici zigzaguant dans les airs
Zazie et son Blazer

L'oiseau
Des îles est pris au zoom
Par un paparazzi
Zigouilleur visionnaire
De scherzi de Mozart
Drôle de zigoto
Zieuteur du genre blasé
Mateur de photos osées

Zazie
Sur les vents alizés
S'éclate dans l'azur
Aussi légère que bulle d'Alka Selzer
Elle visionne le zoo
Survolant chimpanzés
Gazelles lézards zébus buses et grizzlis d'Asie

L'oiseau
Des îles est pris au zoom
Par l'autre zèbre, bonne zigue
Zazie le fusillant d'un bisou
Lui fait voir son bazar
Son zip et son Zippo
Fendu de jusqu'à Zoo

I'm So Miserable
Composer(s): Billy Ray Cyrus; Corky Holbrook
Performer(s): Billy Ray Cyrus



I wake up in the mornin' in a lonely, icy bed
Thinkin' 'bout the nightmare that just played in my head
I think of all the things I miss
Like moments that we share a kiss so dear
I'm so miserable without you it's almost like you're here

I search your house for coffee but it's to no avail
The days not even started it seems it's shot to hell
The jeans I'm wearing look like dirt
As I put on my old wrinkled shirt it smells like beer
I'm so miserable without you it's almost like you're here

But there was a time when you were mine
And life was such a pretty dream
Then you fell in love with another man
That changed everything
The world I knew changed everyday
As I watched it all slip away so clear
I'm so miserable without you it's almost like you're here

I turn on my radio they play your favorite song
Did I not do something right, was there something I done wrong
As you pulled away you shouldn't tried
Instead of feeling foolish pride and fear
I'm so miserable without you it's almost like you're here
I'm so miserable without you it's almost like you're here

Excusez-Moi, Mon Cherie
Composer(s): Larry Hayes
Performer(s): The Blues Brothers



My my my
Look at all the faces
There ain't nobody
feelin' outta place here
'Cause they're movin'
and they're groovin'
and it sure looks good to me
Excusez moi mon cherie
Make way for my baby and me

Well everybody
havin' such a good time
Well my my baby
I just spent my last dime
Well that's okay
'cause I'm havin' fun
I'm gonna stay till the night is done
Excusez moi mon cherie
Make way for my baby and me

Well don't you fight it just feel it
When your baby takes you out on the floor
Everybody is out a reelin'
Steamin' and out to roll

Well you don't have to worry
about the latest dance craze
Just get up on the floor
shake your hips and move your legs
'cause when the band starts with that groove
you know you just can't help but move
Excusez moi mon cherie
Make way for my baby and me

And when the band starts with that groove
you know you just can't help but move
Excusez moi mon cherie
Make way for my baby and me

I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry
(Dutch Version: Ik Wou Dat Ik Je Vond - 2003)
Composer(s): Hank Williams
First release by: Hank Williams - 1949
Covered by multiple other artists



Hear the lonesome whippoorwill
He sounds to blue to fly
The midnight train is a-winding low
I'm so lonesome I could cry

I've never seen a night so long
When time keeps crawling by
The moon is gone behind the clouds
To hide his face and cry

Have you ever seen a robin weep
When leaves have turned to brown?
Like me he's lost his will to live
I'm so lonesome I could cry

The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple haze
And yes I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry

Excusez-Moi De Chanter Encore Du Rock 'N' Roll
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday



Excusez-moi de ne pas être américain
Anglais de Liverpool et même pas canadien
Pardonnez-moi encore de chanter toujours du rock'n'roll

Y a pas que l'Amérique qui fait de la musique
C'est mon premier sentiment patriotique
Excusez -moi encore de chanter toujours du rock'n'roll

J'suis un rocker maudit
Ouais, c'est la honte d'être né à Paris
Tandis que le rythm'n'blues et blue suede shoes
Voyait le jour dans le Tennessee

Si vous n'aimez pas mon côté animal
Y a des filles d'ici qui n'trouvent pas ça si mal
Pardonnez-moi encore de chanter toujours du rock'n'roll

J'suis un rocker maudit
Ouais, c'est la haine d'être à Paris
Quand Jerry Lee Lewis et Elvis
Faisaient les beaux jours de Memphis

Tant pis si l'écho français de mon ramage
Quelques fois fait pâlir un peu leur plumage

Pardonnez-moi de ne pas être américain
Anglais de Liverpool et même pas canadien
Excusez-moi encore de chanter toujours du rock'n'roll

Pardonnez-moi encore de chanter toujours du rock'n'roll

Pardonnez-moi encore de chanter toujours du rock
Toujours du rock
Toujours du rock'n'roll

Rock'n'roll...