Invincible
Composer(s): Holly Knight; Simon Climie
Performer(s): Pat Benatar



This bloody road remains a mystery
This sudden darkness fills the air
What are we waiting for?
Won't anybody help us?
What are we waiting for?

We can't afford to be innocent
Stand up and face the enemy
It's a do or die situation
We will be Invincible

This shattered dream you cannot justify
We're gonna scream until we're satisified
What are we running for?
We've got the right to be angry
What are we running for?
When there's no where we can run to anymore

We can't afford to be innocent
Stand up and face the enemy
It's a do or die situation
We will be Invincible
And with the power of conviction
There is no sacrifice
It's a do or die situation
We will be Invincible

Won't anybody help us?
What are we running for?
When there's no where, no where we can run to anymore

We can't afford to be innocent
Stand up and face the enemy
It's a do or die situation
We will be Invincible
And with the power of conviction
There is no sacrifice
It's a do or die situation
We will be Invincible

New York Groove
Composer(s): Russ Ballard
Performer(s): Kiss;
and various other artists



It's been a year since I was here
On the street I'm just passing my time away
To the left and to the right a town of stone grows to the sky
And it's out of sight in a fading light here I am again in the city
With a fist full of dollars and baby you gotta believe

I'm back
back in the New York groove
I'm back
back in the New York groove
I'm back in the New York groove. in the New York groove.

In the back of a Cadillac with a lady by my side
Tell you where I'll be stop at third and forty tree
Dance into the night
it's gonna be ectasy
This day was made for me

I feel so good tonight who cares about tomorrow.

I'm back
back in the New York groove ...

Inverno '60
Performer(s): Francesco Guccini



Le nove di sera, domenica sera d'inverno
fa freddo, c'è nebbia
in fondo alla strada s'è accesa l'insegna
"Blue Garden: si balla"
Qualcuno ha già aperto le grandi vetrate d'ingresso
canterà Baby Silver
qualcuno giù in sala accenna sul piano un motivo di blues...

Si veste un cameriere, è domenica sera
si annoda un orchestrale la cravatta in seta nera
e indossa il capo orchestra la giacca in lamè blu...

Nel bar di luci e specchi col ghiaccio dentro ai secchi
c' è un giovane invecchiato che non sorride più....

Le dieci di sera, domenica sera d'inverno
che gocciola fumo
ma dentro alla sala il caldo dimentica
il resto del mondo...
L'orchestra ha finito un brano dal ritmo latino
" Cuban cha-cha-cha"
singhiozza il clarino seguendo il ricamo di note in "Stardust"...

Bisogna divertirsi, è domenica sera
c'è da dimenticare la noia pesa e nera
c'è da dimenticare la favole che fu...

Potere dire "vivo! " sull'onda d'un motivo
stringendosi una donna che non si vedrà più...

E' l'una passata, domenica sera d'inverno
ormai lunedì
persone che sciamano macchiano il buio di risa
e rimpianti
l'insegna violenta i visi che mordono freddo
di atroce blu-neon
poi a un tratto si spegne e non resta che il suono dell'oscurità...

C'è da ricominciare un'altra settimana
strascinando nei giorni l'attesa quotidiana
scordando e stemperando la tua precarietà...

La notte sale adagio, la strada è di un randagio
che annusa i suoi fantasmi e abbaia alla città...

New York City Serenade
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen; Pete Yorn



Billy he's down by the railroad tracks 
Sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac 
Diamond Jackie, she's so intact 
As she falls so softly beneath him 
Jackie's heels are stacked 
Billy's got cleats on his boots 
Together they're gonna boogaloo down 
Broadway and come back home with the loot 
It's midnight in Manhattan, this is no time to get cute 
It's a mad dog's promenade 
So walk tall or baby don't walk at all 
Fish lady, oh fish lady 
She baits them tenement walls 
She won't take corner boys 
They ain't got no money 
And they're so easy 
I said "Hey, baby 
Won't you take my hand 
Walk with me down Broadway 
Well mama take my arm and move with me down Broadway" 
I'm a young man, I talk it real loud 
Yeah babe I walk it real proud for you 
Ah so shake it away 
So shake away your street life 
Shake away your city life 
Hook up to the train 
And hook up to the night train 
Hook it up 
Hook up to the train 
But I know that she won't take the train, no she won't take the train 
Oh she won't take the train, no she won't take the train 
Oh she won't take the train, no she won't take the train 
Oh she won't take the train, no she won't take the train 
She's afraid them tracks are gonna slow her down 
And when she turns this boy'll be gone 
So long, sometimes you just gotta walk on, walk on 

Hey vibes man, hey jazz man, play me your serenade 
Any deeper blue and you're playin' in your grave 
Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the blues boy 
Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the darlin' yearlin' sharp boy 
Straight for the church note ringin', vibes man sting a trash can 
Listen to your junk man 
Listen to your junk man 
Listen to your junk man 
He's singin', he's singin', he's singin' 
All dressed up in satin, walkin' past the alley 
He's singin', singin', singin', singin'

Inventi
Composer(s): Renato Zero; Filistrucchi; Conrado
Performer(s): Renato Zero



Inventi le mie forme, lo stile
è quello tuo...pose per ore
davanti a te, mi dipingi di sole
anche se non c'è: a un tratto
trovo me! 
Inventi quei colori
le ombre su di me 
Poi, chiudo
gli occhi sul nome mio, quel che
inventi lo sogni, son sempre io
mi sento dentro te! 
Poi, mi scopro
lì a volare il cielo su di me, mentre
la mia mano cerca te 
Arrossisci
un po', ma non vuoi più mandarmi
via. ...
Inventi la poesia!
Inventi quella luce ma sono
gli occhi miei! 
Mentre ti guardo
io non so più dove finisco io e
cominci tu, il sogno, la realtà
Ogni volta io rinasco nei pensieri
tuoi, colorato e folle più che mai
Arrossisci un po', ma non vuoi più
mandarmi via 
Inventi la poesia!
Inventi la poesia!

New York City Rhythm
Composer(s): Marty Panzer; Barry Manilow
Performer(s): Barry Manilow



(City rhythm, oo, city rhythm, oo, city rhythm, oo)

When my heart (city rhythm) is torn apart (oo)
By the love I wish I had
Well, I spend my (city rhythm) nights in the city's lights (oo)
And things don't seem so bad

You know the movement seems to soothe me
And the tempo takes control
And I lose my blues
When the New York City rhythm fills my soul
It's the New York City rhythm running though life (city rhythm)
The pounding beat of the city streets that keeps my dreams alive

I'm lost (I'm lost), I'm found (I'm found)
I'm up (I'm up), I'm down, (I'm down) but somehow I survive
It's got to be the New York City rhythm in my life
Oh, it's got to be the New York City rhythm in my life, in my life

(City rhythm, oo, city rhythm, oo, city rhythm, oo, city rhythm, oo)

When I'm out (city rhythm) for love or sin (oo)
Oh, it's good to be in town
In the funky (city rhythm) dives on the old west side (oo)
There's always something going down
Yes, I live my life with strangers
And the danger's always there
But when I hit Broadway and it's time to play
You know that I don't care

It's the New York City rhythm running through my life (city rhythm)
The pounding beat of the city streets that keeps my dreams alive
I'm lost (I'm lost), I'm found (I'm found)
I'm up (I'm up), I'm down, (I'm down) but somehow I survive
It's got to be the New York City rhythm in my life
Oh, it's got to be the New York City rhythm in my life, in my life

(City rhythm, oo, city rhythm)

(Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York, 
Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York, 
Nueva York, Nueva York Ooh!)

(City rhythm, oo, city rhythm, oo)

Inventaire 71
Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë; Michel Delpech; Roland Vincent
Performer(s): Michel Delpech



Un mini-short, une Nana kitsch
Un débardeur, et un Sapritch
Une Mamy Blue, des Sexy-shops un p'tit peu partout
Un carré bleu sur les pare-brises
Un Sapporo, des vieux Baltard
Un Jésus-Christ en superstar
Un faux Chaban, un vrai Luron
Gérard Nicoud au violon
Et Giscard à l'accordéon
Et toujours, le même président...

Il y a eu tout ça
Et puis malgré tout ça
Quand je t'ai rencontré
Il y a eu autre chose
Et tu as peint pour moi
Cette année toute en rose
Oui toi, oui toi

Des Bidasses en folie, une guerre au Bengale
Un abbé défroqué pour une Love Story
Une voiture sur la lune, un dollar pour une thune
Une crise de la presse
Un JJSS
Une French Connection
Un Pompidou-Nixon
Un Maumau qui s'en va, un Charlot qui revient
Un Persépolis, un putsch marocain
Une grève de la police, un Ping-Pong à Pékin
Et toujours, le même président...

Il y a eu tout ça
Et puis malgré tout ça
Quand je t'ai rencontré
Il y a eu autre chose
Et tu as peint pour moi
Cette année toute en rose
Oui toi, oui toi
Mon p'tit raton-laveur

New York City Blues
Composer(s): Keith Relf; Chris Dreja
Performer(s): The Yardbirds;
and various other artists



If you've ever been to New York City
You know what I'm talking about
Yes you do
Well, if you've ever been to New York City
You know what I'm talking about
They got such pretty little girls in that big town
Make a man wanna jump around and shout

I met a little girl there
She was about five foot eight
I said "I want you to love me"
She said "Why man, that'd be great"
So
I got long hair but
She took me back
Back to see her pad
But the first thing I saw when I arrived there
Was a big black shiny shotgun
In the hands of her dad

Alright now, this is how it was
Oh no!

Well alright!

I finally learned my lesson
Such a long time ago
Next little woman that I date
I've got to know, I've got to know her family too
Yes indeed, I gotta know her family too
But if you don't want to be filled full of shotgun holes
Mister, this song is just for you

Invaders
Composer(s): Steve Harris
First release by: Iron Maiden - 1982



Longboats have been sighted the evidence of war has begun
Many Nordic fighting men their swords and shields all gleam in the sun
Call to arms defend yourselves get ready to stand and fight for your lives
Judgement day has come around so be prepared don't run stand your ground
They're coming in from the sea
they've come the enemy
beneath the blazing sun
the battle has to be won
Invaders ... Pillaging
Invaders ... Looting
Set ablaze the campfires alert the other men from inland
Warning must be given there's not enough men here for a stand
The Vikings are too many much too powerful to take on our own
We must have reinforcements we cannot fight this battle alone
They're coming over the hill
they've come to attack
they're coming in for the kill
there's no turning back
Invaders ... Fighting
Invaders ... Marauding
Axes grind and maces clash as wounded fighters fall to the ground
Severed limbs and fatal woundings bloody corpses lay all around
The smell of death and burning flesh the battle weary fight to the end
The Saxons have been overpowered victims of the mighty Norsemen
You'd better scatter and run
the battle's lost and not won
you'd better get away to fight another day
Invaders ... Raping
Invaders ... Plundering

New York City Blues
Composer(s): Phil Cody; Neil Sedaka
Performer(s): Neil Sedaka



Life and death in an alleyway
Just a heartbeat away from a man
Who's learned to turn his head away
From the pain that drains the land

Harlem's not too far from here
You can smell the garbage, feel the fear
I hear they're gonna build a skyscraper there
As if we didn't need the extra air

(Chorus)
New York City blues
In order to win, you gotta lose
Old before your time
The dirt and the grime
Get into everything
And the papers love to say
It's the meanest town in the USA
But I think it's okay
It's the town I've made my home

On another side of Park Avenue
Respectable folks don't know
Hungry eyes take in the view
Of the world that lays them low
Too many years on a welfare line
The old song and dance, time after time
You can only get so pushed around
Until you wanna tear the damn thing down

(Repeat chorus twice)

Intruder
Composer(s): Janis Joplin
Performer(s): Janis Joplin



You come around here 
Trying to make your demand
You've got a need, darling
I've seen it grow and expand

Yeah, you want to reveal my life 
With your own two hands
Well, tell me now 
What are you trying to do? 

Those holes in your life 
Show what you require
You're needin' new eyes
Oh Lord, honey take any wire? 

Yeah you've gotta save us all 
Before the next big fire
Tell me now 
What are you trying to do? 

Walked in my life
Child, and I don't even know your name
You put others around behind ya 
As if they were lame

You insist a simple feeling 
Will be all the same
Well, tell me now 
What are you trying to do? 

Now I look like I'm suffering
Now I'm doing fine
One look at yourself baby
Child, I got you alive

Yeah, you're gonna take care of yours
I'll take care of mine
What are you trying to do?
Hey!

New York 85
Composer(s): Nino Ferrer
Performer(s): Nino Ferrer



Pendant que tu voles sur l'Atlantique
Vers les Etats-Unis d'Amérique
Moi, je suis vautré dans un bar
Pour y noyer ce vieux cafard
Qui me remplit de haut en bas
A chaque fois que tu n'es pas là
Et je nage dans le Blue Lagoon
Le Whisky pur, le Manhattan
Et je te vois marcher toute nue
Dans la 5e Avenue
Rhabille-toi, tu vas prendre froid
Et rapporte-moi du chocolat

Des heures que tu ne m'appelles pas
Et que le temps ne s'écoule pas
Comme si c'était une mélasse
Et tu t'éloignes et je me lasse
Et mon intolérable angoisse
N'est qu'une péripétie de plus
Je me sens vieux, tu n'es qu'une p'tite conne
Mais je t'aimais comme personne
Et je te vois marcher toute nue
Dans la 5e Avenue
Rhabille-toi, tu vas prendre froid
Et rapporte-moi du chocolat

Introdução Para A Turma Do Funil
Performer(s): Chico Buarque



Quando é tão densa a fumaça
Que o tempo não passa
E a porta do bar já fechou

Quando ninguém mais tem dono
O garçom tá com sono
E a primeira edição circulou

Quando não há mais saudade, nem felicidade
Nem sede, nem nada, nem dor

Quando não tem mais cadeira
Tomo um besteira de pé no balcão

Eis que da porta do fundo
Do oco do mundo
Desponta o cordão

Chegou a turma do funil ...

New Virginia
Composer(s): Étienne Roda-Gil; Julien Clerc
Performer(s): Julien Clerc



Je te connais
Tu as ton toit
Un tas d'amour
De rien
Un tas de n'importe quoi
Un tas de mystères
De cheveux, de chevaux
Pas de bois
De paysages labourés
De pierres bien entassées
Un tas de souvenirs
Si petit, si frais
Je te connais
Tu as ton toit
Et je veux vivre là

Intoxiqué
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Gaby Wagenheim
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



Tu m'as fait goûter au poison de ton amour
Tout en toi m'a possédé nuit et jour
Pourtant quand j'ai cru toucher le paradis
Sans espoir tu es partie
Tu étais toute ma chance et toute ma joie
Tu étais mon espérance et ma foi
Mais délaissant mon amour et brisant ma vie
Sans espoir tu es partie
Ah! pourrais-je t'oublier
Je ne le crois pas tu fais partie de moi-même
Comment cesser de t'aimer
Autant arracher ce coeur qui t'aime
Tu m'as fait goûter au poison de ton amour
Tout en toi m'a possédé nuit et jour
Pourtant j'ai cru toucher au paradis
Sans rancoeur ni haine
Sans remords ni peine
Sans retour tu es partie

Et toutes mes nuits son privée de sommeil
Et mes jours sont trop longs sans espoir de soleil
Je me sens perdu entouré de passé
Car le monde entier semble m'abandonner
C'est comme une drogue qui manque à ma joie
Car je suis intoxiqué de toi
Toi toi toi toi

Tu m'as fait goûter au poison de ton amour
Tout en toi m'a possédé nuit et jour
Pourtant quand j'ai cru toucher le paradis
Sans espoir tu es partie
Tu étais toute ma chance et toute ma joie
Tu étais mon espérance et ma foi
Mais délaissant mon amour et brisant ma vie
Sans espoir tu es partie
Ah! pourrais-je t'oublier
Je ne le crois pas tu fais partie de moi-même
Comment cesser de t'aimer
Autant arracher ce coeur qui t'aime
Tu m'as fait goûter au poison de ton amour
Tout en toi m'a possédé nuit et jour
Pourtant j'ai cru toucher au paradis
Sans rancoeur ni haine
Sans remords ni peine
Sans retour tu es partie

Ma tête est intoxiquée, mes yeux sont intoxiqués
Ma bouche est intoxiquée, mon coeur est intoxiqué
Mes bras sont intoxiqués, mon corps est intoxiqué
Mon âme est intoxiquée, ma vie est intoxiquée
Tout en moi tu vois, est intoxiqué de toi

New Spanish Two-Step
Composer(s): Tommy Duncan; Bob Wills
Performer(s): Bob Wills;
Chet Atkins; Bill Boyd; Hank Snow



Down below the Rio Grande, 
A senorita held my hand
And sweetly sang an old melody

Without a worry or a care
A rose she gave me from her hair
Then she whispered, "Si, Senor, si, si"

In a cabaret we danced the hours away
Her eyes told more than words dare could say

I told her I had to go
Left her down in Mexico
The band played Spanish Two-Step soft and low

I told her I had to go
Left her down in Mexico
The band played Spanish Two-Step soft and low

Intoxicated Man
(English Version: Intoxicated Man by Mick Harvey - 1995)
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
First release by: Serge Gainsbourg - 1962
Covered by multiple other artists



Je bois
A trop forte dose
Je vois
Des éléphants roses
Des araignées sur le plastron
D'mon smoking
Des chauves-souris au plafond
Du living-Room

Eh toi
Dis-moi quelque chose
Tu es là
Comme un marbre rose
Aussi glacé que le plastron
D'mon smoking
Aussi pâle que le plafond
Du living-Room

L'amour
Ne m'dit plus grand chose
Toujours
Ces araignées sur le plastron
D'mon smoking
Ces chauves-souris au plafond
Du living-Room

Eh toi
Dis-moi quelque chose
Tu es là
Comme un marbre rose
Aussi glacé que le plastron
D'mon smoking
Aussi pâle que le plafond
Du living-Room

New Rose
Composer(s): Brian James
Performer(s): The Damned;
and various other artists



Is she really going out with him?

I got a feeling inside of me
It's kind of strange like a stormy sea
I don't know why I don't know why
I guess these things have got to be

I gotta new rose I got her good
Guess I knew that I always would
I can't stop to mess around
I got a brand new rose in town

See the sun see the sun it shines
Don't get too close or it'll burn your eyes
Don't you run away that way
You can come back another day

I got a new rose I got her good
Guess I knew that I always would
I can't stop to mess around
I got a brand new rose in town

I never thought this could happen to me
This is strange why should it be
I don't deserve somebody this great
I'd better go or it'll be too late

I got a feeling inside of me
It's kind of strange like a stormy sea
I don't know why I don't know why
I guess these things have got to be

I got a new rose I got her good
Guess I knew that I always would
I can't stop to mess around
I got a brand new rose in town

Intox
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat



Quand je me sens mal
Dans ma peau
Je peux faire la malle
Illico
Dès que la speakerine
Ouvre son tiroir
J'ai mon héroïne
Avec télé-soir

Je vois des chauve-souris roses
Je suis sûr d'avoir ma dose
Intox intox intoxiqué
Opium opium télévisé

Si je n'ai pas d'veine
J'ai du pif
Quand je change de chaîne
C'est du kif
Je me fais des piqûres
Fort économiques
Avec leurs figures
De barbituriques

Je vois les chauve-souris roses
Je sens qu'j'ai déjà la dose
Intox intox intoxiqué
Opium opium télévisé

Quand ma virago
Fait des drames
En tournant le dos
A mon âme
Avec leur programme
Pas besoin de femmes
C'est un C.D.R.
Qui m'envoie en l'air

Je suis une chauve-souris rose
Je sens qu'j'ai la super dose
Intox intox intoxiqué
Opium opium télévisé

Mais j'arrive au bout
D'mon rouleau
Quand y'a l'présidou
Au micro
J'suis plus dans la course
Sur mon canapé
Je m'le tape en douce
Comme du L.S.D.

Je vois même la vie en rose
J'ai dû dépasser la dose
Intox intox intoxiqué
J'suis fou j'suis fou j'suis fou à lier...

New Orleans
Composer(s): Sid Tepper; Roy C. Bennett
Performer(s): Elvis Presley



You'll never know
What heaven means
Until you've been down to New Orleans
You ain't been livin' till you cuddle and coo
With some black-eyed baby by de old bayou

You've never seen
You've never seen those Cupid doll queens
Like they got 'em in New Orleans
And, ooh, they love you like no-one can
It makes you awful glad that you were born a man

If-if-if you ain't been there
Then you ain't been nowhere
The livin's lazy and the lovin's fine
If you feel low down
So help me Hannah
You should lose the blues in Loui-si-i-si-ana

Get the lead
Get the lead out of your jeans
And hot foot it down, hot foot down to where?
New Orleans
Louisiana baby tells you stay awhile
Live it up, love it up, southern style
Way down in New Orleans