I'm Still Sitting Under The Apple Tree
Composer(s): Sammy Cahn; Saul Chaplin
Performer(s): Doris Day



Six long years ago
My Johnny upped and marched away
He simply said, "I love you so
And I'll be back one day"

Well, I'm still sittin' under the apple tree
The apple tree, the apple tree
Still sittin' under the apple tree
With nobody else but me

The apples are ripe on the apple tree
The apple tree, the apple tree
Apples are ripe on the apple tree
Oh, where can my Johnny be

I just got a letter from Paris
It said "just a few weeks more"
I'm thinkin' of going to Paris
Just to tell him we won the War

I'm still sittin' under the apple tree
The apple tree, the apple tree
Still sittin' under the apple tree
With nobody else but me

I just got a letter from Paris
It said "just a few weeks more"
I'm thinkin' of going to Paris
Just to tell him we won the War

I'm still sittin' under the apple tree
The apple tree, the apple tree
Still sittin' under the apple tree
With nobody else but me

How many apples can you eat!

Extranjera
Composer(s): Miguel Gallardo
Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo



Se fue de su pueblo un día
hace tiempo ya, pensando volver
llevaba una maleta vieja
y en el corazón, toda su niñez
Igual que un ave viajera
ella tuvo que emigrar
buscando una vida nueva... Extranjera
Llegó a un país lejano
que le dio calor, y porvenir
se enamoró de un muchacho
que le dio su amor, y fue feliz
Pero al pensar en su tierra
siente ganas de llorar
y quiere volver a ella... Extrajera
Extranjera, extranjera
aún te grita el corazón
cuando suena una guitarra
o alguien canta una canción, de tu país
no lo puedes evitar... Extranjera
Después llegaron los hijos
y hubo que luchar, y hacerlos crecer
y así pasaron los años
sin dejarla ya, poder volver
Pero va al mar y aunque calle
su alma vuelve a recordar
cuando era niña en su playa... Extranjera
Extranjera, extranjera
aún te sientes en la piel
cuando te hablan de la tierra
que una vez te vio nacer, lejos de aquí
no lo puedes evitar... Extranjera
Extranjera, extranjera
aún te grita el corazón
cuando suena una guitarra
o alguien canta una canción, de tu país
no lo puedes evitar... Extranjera
Se fue de su pueblo un día
hace tiempo ya, pensando volver

I'm Still Not Through Missing You
Composer(s): Larry Stock; Mann Curtis
Performer(s): Andy Russell



I'm still not through missing you
I'm still not through feeling blue
I thought that time would ease the ache
Make it easier to take
But each day it starts anew
That yearning, burning, need for you
I said goodbye with a smile
And now, I cry all the while
I go to sleep, you're on my mind
When I wake, I wake to find 
I'm still not through missing you

Extrañame
Composer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez
Performer(s): Alberto Vazquez;
and various other artists



Extrañame
aunque maldigas mi cariño
extrañame
aunque no entiendas mi destino
que me vas a recordar
por siempre y para siempre
no me podrás olvidar
me tienes que adorar
eternamente

Extrañame
cuando te ofrezcan una copa
extrañame
cuando te besen en la boca
cuando te digan como yo
las cosas más bonitas de la vida
cuando te sientas muy feliz
con ansias de vivir
extrañame

I'm Still Here
Composer(s): Tom Waits; Kathleen Brennan
Performer(s): Tom Waits



You haven't looked at me that way in years
You dreamed me up and left me here
How long was I dreaming for
What was it you wanted me for

You haven't looked at me that way in years
Your watch has stopped and the pond is clear
Someone turn the lights back off
I'll love you til all time is gone

You haven't looked at me that way in years
But I'm still here

Extra, Extra
Composer(s): Miguel Mateos
Performer(s): Miguel Mateos



Puedo escribir con rouge te amo en el espejo
puedo romper el diario de hoy
nos dicen que el futuro es de nuestros hijos
entonces vos y yo, que hacemos vos y yo
Puedo sentir tu mano en mi broche
los Sex Pistols tocan gratis esta noche
puedo acabar con el machismo argentino
ya lo vas a ver, ya lo vas a ver

Extra, extra
no puedo verte mal
nada es real, todo es ficción
viviendo con la cola entre las piernas en el callejón
Extra, extra
no puedo verte mal
seguridad para crear
y no tengo dinero para un mísero café en la popular

Tengo un pase, puedo invitarte a Obras
en este tiempo nos han echo olvidar
que en este país se puede ser feliz
puedo pedirle una limosna al presidente
puedo morirme de hambre con la gente
darte asilo en mi propio baño
puedo darte más, quiero darte más

Extra, extra
no puedo verte mal
nada es real, todo es ficción
viviendo con la cola entre las piernas en el callejón
Extra, extra
no puedo verte mal
seguridad para crear
y no tengo dinero para un mísero café en la popular

Extra, extra...

I'm Sticking With You
Composer(s): Lou Reed
First recording/First release by: The Velvet Underground - 1969/1985
Covered by multiple other artists



I'm sticking with you
'Cos I'm made out of glue
Anything that you might do
I'm gonna do too

You held up a stage coach in the rain
And I'm doing the same
Saw you're hanging from a tree
And I made believe it was me

I'm sticking with you
'Cos I'm made out of glue
Anything that you might do
I'm gonna do too

Some people go into the stratosphere
Soldiers fighting with the Cong

But with you by my side I can do anything
When we swing
We hang past right or wrong

I'll do anything for you
Anything you want me too
I'll do anything for you
Oohoh I'm sticking with you
Oohoh I'm sticking with you
Oohoh I'm sticking with you

Extra, Extra
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
Performer(s)): Ensemble Cast



6 Newsboys:
Extra!
Extra!
Morning, Noon, and Night we yell
Trying very hard to sell
Mr. Bennett's morning Herald, Mr. Pulitzer's morning World
Extra!
Extra!
Every day the same old grind
Getting worse because we find
That it's gard to sell the Herald, while it's easy to sell the World

3 Newsboys:
That isn't good for Mr. Bennett, so it's driving him nuts

Other 3:
And the result is Mr. Bennett hates Mr. Pulitzer's guts

All 6:
They're a-feudin' and a-fussin' and a-fussin' and a-feudin' 
and it don't seem to make much sense
Mr.Bennett's usin' the kind of words that we wouldn't write on a fence
Extra!
Extra!
Who will in is hard to tell
In the meantime we must sell
Mr. Bennett's morning Herald, Mr. Pulitzer's morning World

Readers (yelling, the World is the more popular):
Give me a World! Give me a World! Give me a Herald!
Give me a World! Give me a World! Give me a Herald!

Newsboys:
Extra!

Herald Readers:
I like the Herald filled with stock market news
Smart social items and conservative views
It's quite amazing how we always agree!
I'm for the Herald 'cause the Herald's for me!

World Readers:
Couldn't eat a meal without the World
That's the way we feel about the World
It's the people's paper, yes indeed
With the kind of news we like to read
Circulation bigger every day,
'Spite of what the other papers say!
'Spite of accusations that are hurled
Never was a paper like the World

Herald and World Readers Simultaneously:
Couldn't eat a meal without the World
That's the way we feel about the World
It's the people's paper, yes indeed
With the kind of news we like to read
Circulation bigger every day,
'Spite of what the other papers say!
'Spite of accusations that are hurled
Never was a paper like the World

(I like the Herald filled with stock market news
Smart social items and conservative views
It's quite amazing how we always agree!
I'm for the Herald 'cause the Herald's for me!)

All:
Extra!
Extra!
Soon they'll/we'll all be getting hell
Just because they/we couldn't sell
Mr. Bennett's morning Herald,
And they're/our be imperiled when he hears how many they/we sold of Mr.
Pulitzer's morning World
Extra!
Extra!

(I'm Sorry) I'll Be Busy All Next Week
Composer(s): John Gilroy; Harry Linton



An ebony tinted maid of affectation is loved by a gent of tawny hue
She gave to him a standing invitation, saying "Call and I'll be always in for you"
After she had spent most of his money, he said
"Don't leave me in this world alone, could I call to see you once next week, my honey?"
This excuse she offered in regretful tone
He easily hid from her occupation, till into jail they threw this maiden dear
For counterfeit coins of this great nation, as the money that she took from him was queer
She was tried in court by judge and jury, she thought the tawny gent would come to speak
But he sent this note that drove her in a fury
"Goodbye, my gal, I'm busy all next week"
Monday I'll be busy all the day
Tuesday I'm going far away
Wednesday is the day that I study my French
Thursday is for music you would in trench
Friday I must paint a little bit
Saturday in the dentist's chair I'll sit
Sunday is for church, salvation I must seek
I'm sorry, I'll be busy all next week

Éxtasis De Angeles Caídos
Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute



Acudo
a tu templo de carne
como quien va a misa
dispuesto a oficiar
la ceremonia de la Consagración
Y me acerco
a tu altar de transubstanciaciones
divino alimento humano
donde bebo tu sangre
cual vampiro
donde como tu cuerpo
cuál gusano
practicando, en un éxtasis de ángeles
caídos
la comunión original

I'm Sorry I Made You Cry
Composer(s): Jeannine Clesi
Performer(s): Henry Burr
and multiple other artists



I'm sorry dear, so sorry dear
I'm sorry I made you cry
Won't you forget, won't you forgive
Don't let us say goodbye

One little word, one little smile
One little kiss won't you try
It breaks my heart to hear you sigh
I'm sorry I made you cry

One little word, one little smile
One little kiss won't you try
It breaks my heart to hear you sigh
I'm sorry I made you cry

Expressway To Your Heart
Composer(s): Kenny Gamble; Leon Huff
Performer(s): The Soul Survivors;
and various other artists



I been tryin' to get to you 
For a long time 
'Cause constantly 
Girl you been on my mind 
I was thinking about a shortcut I could take 
But I found I made a mistake

I was wrong 
It took too long 
I got caught in rush hour 
Fellas started to shower 
You with love and affection

Now you won't look in my direction?
On the expressway 
To your heart 
That expressway 
Not the best way

We'll there's too many 
In back of me 
And they're all trying 
To get in front of me 
I was thinking I saw a road up ahead. 
But I found 
A Stop sign instead 
I was wrong 
It took too long 
I got caught in rush hour 
Then I started to shower 
You with love and affection 
Now you won't look in my direction?
On the expressway 
To your heart 
That expressway 
Not the best way 
(repeat)

I'm Sorry Babe
Composer(s): A. Spenner
Performer(s): Kokomo



Chorus:

I'm sorry babe
I tell ya I
(I'm sorry babe)
I'm sorry baby,yeah
Yeah, alright
(sorry babe)
Will you really do it to me now
The maids will wonder why
I try to copy whith you baby
Now I need to feel the radiation
To help on my way
Because I got to get through to ya
Well I
Yeah

Repeat chorus

Tell me won't you try

Teeny little talk till I get that
I got to get the mind thing straight
On our way
(on our way)
Oh yeah
The way you keep on doin' it
Doin' it to my thing
You know Ihave no strength
All right
Oh
I count my blessings
Cuz I know it's down to me
To get up rockin'
To keep rollin'
Better fantasy

Chorus

I tell ya I'm sorry babe
(I'm sorry babe)
Well I tell you
Yes I am
(I'm sorry babe)
Well I'm sorry, yes I am
(I'm sorry babe)
Yes I'm sorry get it
Yes I am,I'm sorry
(I'm sorry babe)

Keep on rollin'
Move yourself
Get that soul in
Yeah

You want to stop that lovin'
Without no fight
I said I'll take you home

Experiment IV
Composer(s): Kate Bush
Performer(s): Kate Bush



We were working secretly for the military
Our experiment in sound was nearly ready to begin
We only know in theory what we are doing
Music made for pleasure, music made to thrill
It was music we were making here until...

* They told us all they wanted
Was a sound that could kill someone from a distance
So we go ahead
And the meters are over in the red
It's a mistake in the making

From the painful cries of mothers
To the terrifying screams
We recorded it
And put it into our machine, but...

Repeat *

It could feel like falling in love
It could feel so bad
But it could feel so good
It could sing you to sleep
But that dream is your enemy

We won't be there to be blamed
We won't be there to snitch
I just pray that someone there
Can hit the switch, but...

Repeat *

And the public are warned to stay off

No, No, Nanette
Composer(s): Vincent Youmans; Otto Harbach
Performer(s): Doris Day, Gene Nelson
and multiple other artists



Chorus:
We're going to Atlantic city
we have packed our dresses pretty
soon you'll see us mingling with the throng

Men:
Before we start on our vacation
we have one more obligation
let us ask Nanette to come along

Women: 
Why should we take Nanette along, she'll be an extra dame

Men: Because we fellows like Nanette

Nanette: 
Oh, did I hear my name?

Men: 
Please let her go

Tommy: 
Please let her go

Women: 
No, no, Nanette

Chorus:
No, no, no, no!

Nanette:
No, no, Nanette
that's all I hear!
I get it the whole day through
No, no, Nanette regales my ear
no matter what I may do
Sometime, perhaps
I'll have my way
when I am old and turning grey
But just as yet it's always
no, no, no, no, no, no, no, Nanette!

Chorus:
No, no, no 
No, no, no 
No, no, Nanette

Experiment
Composer(s): Cole Porter
Performer(s): Gertrude Lawrence;
and various other artists



Before you leave these portals
To meet less fortunate mortals
There's just one final message
I would give to you
You all have learned reliance
On the sacred teachings of science
So I hope, through life you never will decline
In spite of philistine
Defiance
To do what all good scientists do

Experiment
Make it your motto day and night
Experiment
And it will lead you to the light
The apple on the top of the tree
Is never too high to achieve
So take an example from Eve
Experiment
Be curious
Though interfering friends may frown,
Get furious
Aat each attempt to hold you down
If this advice you'll only employ
The future can offer you infinite joy
And merriment
Experiment
And you'll see

I'm Sorry
Composer(s): Peter Tinturin; William W. White; Buck Ram
First release by: The Platters - 1957



I'm sorry for the things I've done
I know that I'm the foolish one
Now that I see who's to blame
I'm so ashamed, I'm sorry

I'm sorry for the things I've said
Just like a child, I lost my head
I should have known from the start
I'd break your heart, I'm sorry

Please be kind and I know you'll find
It's so easy to forgive
Darling, wait, for it's not too late
Give our love a chance to live

I know the heartaches you've been through
I know, for I've had heartaches too
There's nothing more I can do
But say to you, I'm sorry

Please be kind and I know you'll find
It's so easy to forgive
Darling, wait, for it's not too late
Give our love a chance to live

Experience Unnecessary
Composer(s): Luigi Creatore;
Hugo Peretti; Gladys Shelley; John Whiteman
Performer(s): Sarah Vaughan



I want a man to hold me tight
I want a man to kiss goodnight
If he's young and free just send him to me
Experience unnecessary

I want a man with lots of charm
I want a man, no false alarm
The kind of guy who kiss my tears when I cry
Experience unnecessary

If he is big and strong and willing to learn
There are such thrills in store
And when the lights are dim and Im close to him

I'll teach him what my lips are for

I want a man around the house
I want a man not just a mouse
We'll spend a cozy life as husband and wife
Experience unnecessary

repeat 3 & 4 stanza

Experience unnecessary

I'm Sorry
Composer(s): John Denver
First release by: John Denver - 1975
Covered by multiple other artists



It’s cold here in the city
It always seems that way
And I’ve been thinking about you almost everyday
Thinking about the good times
Thinking about the rain
Thinking about how bad it feels alone again

I’m sorry for the way things are in China
I’m sorry things ain’t what they used to be
But more than anything else
I’m sorry for myself
'Cause you’re not here with me

Our friends ask all about you
I say you’re doing fine
And I expect to hear from you almost anytime
But they all know I’m crying
I can’t sleep at night
They all know I’m dying down deep inside

I’m sorry for all the lies I told you
I’m sorry for the things I didn’t say
But more than anything else
I’m sorry for myself
I can’t believe you went away

I’m sorry if I took some things for granted
I’m sorry for the chains I put on you
But more than anything else
I’m sorry for myself
For living without you

Expedición
Composer(s): Domínguez; Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez



Viajamos entre la tormenta
después de la explosión de Dios
Cada relámpago nos muestra
fantasmagóricos de amor
A cada paso se hunde el lodo
salta un reptil, acechan diez
Cada segundo es como el cobro
de lo que resultamos ser

A bordo de esta expedición
va un loco, un albañil
un nigromante, un ruiseñor
y un beso espadachín
Nos falta un día, un niño, un don
para sobrevivir

Primero fuimos los heraldos
llevando buenas del Señor
pero excedimos su mandato
cargando el peso del dolor
Hoy somos ángeles caídos
junto al que fuimos a curar
Temen que a nuestros propios hijos
les enseñemos a volar

A bordo de esta expedición
va un loco, un albañil
un nigromante, un ruiseñor
y un beso espadachín
Nos falta un día, un niño, un don
para sobrevivir