Invitation
Composer(s): Martin Page; Maurice White; Peter Wolf
Performer(s): Maurice White



Invitation to love again
Welcome to my heart
Step into my love again

Are you ready to love again?
Welcome to my heart
Step into my love again

I daydream about
The first time
That I fell in love

I lived on a street
Called cloud nine
Among the stars above

And even though you let me go
I never understood the game
For all this time I've cared for you
And still I have a burning flame

Invitation
Welcome to my heart again
Are you ready?
Step into my love again

I used to watch sunshine
On your lovely face
Our love was filled with
Emotion of a heated rage

But now that I have come of age
I recognize your quality
And now I feel deep down inside
That you are the one for me

Invitation
Why can't we be more than friends?
Are you ready?
Dance into my love again

Invitation
Come on let the magic in
I know you're ready
This is where our love begins

Invitation

Now is time
Falling in love again
Open up, let the magic in

You're my touch
Let's play the game again
Here's my heart and
I will always be baby

Love will always be baby

Invitation
Come on let the magic in
I know you're ready
Step into my love again

New York State Of Mind
Composer(s): Billy Joel
Performer(s): Billy Joel;
and various other artists



Some folks like to get away, take a holiday from the neighborhood
Hop a flight to Miami Beach or Hollywood
I'm taking a Greyhound on the Hudson River line
I'm in a New York state of mind

I seen all the movie stars in their fancy cars and their limousines
Been high in the Rockies under the evergreens
But I know what I'M needing and I don't want to waste more time
I'm in a New York state of mind

It was so easy living day by day
Out of touch with the rhythm and the blues
But now I need a little give and take
The New York Times, the Daily News...

It comes down to reality-and it's fine with me 'cause I've let it slide
Don't care if it's Chinatown or Riverside
I don't have any reasons, I've left them all behind
I'm in a New York state of mind

It was so easy living day by day
Out of touch with the rhythm and the blues
But now I need a little give and take
The New York Times, the Daily News...

I'm just taking a Greyhound on the Hudson River line
'Cause I'm in a New York state of mind

Invisible Touch
Composer(s): Tony Banks; Phil Collins; Mike Rutherford
Performer(s): Genesis



Well I've been waiting, waiting here so long 
But thinking nothing, nothing could go wrong, ooh now I know 
She has a built in ability 
To take everything she sees 
And now it seems I'm falling, falling for her

She seems to have an invisible touch yeah 
She reaches in, and grabs right hold of your heart 
She seems to have an invisible touch yeah 
It takes control and slowly tears you apart

Well I don't really know her, I only know her name 
But she crawls under your skin, you're never quite the same, and now I know 
She's got something you just can't trust 
It's something mysterious 
And now it seems I'm falling, falling for her

She seems to have an invisible touch yeah 
She reaches in, and grabs right hold of your heart 
She seems to have an invisible touch yeah 
It takes control and slowly tears you apart

She don't like losing, to her it's still a game 
And though she will mess up your life
You'll want her just the same, and now I know 
She has a built in ability 
To take everything she sees 
And now it seems I've fallen, fallen for her

She seems to have an invisible touch yeah 
She reaches in, and grabs right hold of your heart 
She seems to have an invisible touch yeah 
It takes control and slowly tears you apart 

She seems to have an invisible touch...

New York Minute
Composer(s): Don Henley; Danny Kortchmar; Jai Winding
Performer(s): The Eagles;
and various other artists



Harry got up 
Dressed all in black 
Went down to the station 
And he never came back 
They found his clothing 
Scattered somewhere down the track 
And he won't be down on Wall Street 
in the morning 

He had a home 
The love of a girl 
But men get lost sometimes 
As years unfold 
One day he crossed some line 
And he was too much in this world 
But I guess it doesn't matter anymore 

In a New York Minute 
Everything can change 
In a New York Minute 
Things can get pretty strange 
In a New York Minute 
Everything can change 
In a New York Minute 

Lying here in the darkness 
I hear the sirens wail 
Somebody going to emergency 
Somebody's going to jail 
If you find somebody to love in this world 
You better hand on tooth and nail 
The wolf is always at the door 

In a New York Minute 
Everything can change 
In a New York Minute 
Things can get a little strange 
In a New York Minute 
Everything can change 
In a New York Minute 

And in these days 
When darkness falls early 
And people rush home 
To the ones they love 
You better take a fool's advice 
And tak care of your own 
One day they're here
Next day they're gone 

I pulled my coat around my shoulders 
And took a walk down through the park 
The leaves were falling around me 
The groaning city in the gathering dark 
On some solitary rock 
A desperate lover left his mark
"Baby, I've changed
Please come back" 

What the head makes cloudy 
The heart makes very clear 
The days were so much brighter 
In the time when she was here 
But I know there's somebody somewhere 
Make these dark clouds disappear 
Until that day, I have to believe 
I believe, I believe 

In a New York Minute 
Everything can change 
In a New York Minute 
You can get out of the rain 
In a New York Minute 
Everything can change 
In a New York Minute

Invisible Tears
Composer(s): Sue Miller; Ned Miller
Performer(s): Ray Conniff
and multiple other artists



Invisible tears in my eyes
Incredible pain in my heart
Indestructable memories
Are passing in review
Impossible though things may get
Improbable I will forget
Indelible memories
Of sweet loveable you (ou-ou)

You're back agai-ain (ooh-ooh-ooh)
So I'll let you in (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Although I'm only stealing
Pictures from the past
Those arms are not real (ooh-ooh-ooh)
But somehow I feel (ooh-ooh-ooh)
If I'd just close my eyes
Then maybe it will last

Invisible tears in my eyes
Incredible pain in my heart
Indestructable memories
Are passing in review
Impossible though things may get
Improbable I will forget
Indelible memories
Of sweet loveable you
Indelible memories 

New York Mining Disaster 1941
Composer(s): Barry Gibb; Maurice Gibb; Robin Gibb
Performer(s): The Bee Gees;




In the event of something happening to me
there is something I would like you all to see
It's just a photograph of someone that I knew

Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones?
Do you know what it's like on the outside?
Don't go talking too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones

I keep straining my ears to hear a sound
Maybe someone is digging underground
or have they given up and all gone home to bed
thinking those who once existed must be dead

Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones?
Do you know what it's like on the outside?
Don't go talking too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones

In the event of something happening to me
there is something I would like you all to see
It's just a photograph of someone that I knew

Hvae you seen my wife, Mr. Jones?
Do you know what it's like on the outside?
Don't go talking too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones

Invisible
(A John y Paul)
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute



Si yo tuviera
el aro de Giges
y le pidiera
desaparecer
sólo lo haría
para camuflarme
de algunos espías
que no quiero ver
Nunca sería
para sorprenderte
bebiendo de otras ambrosías
me excita más la alevosía
brutal de no verte
cuándo no eres mía...
Ay, si pudiera ser
si pudiera ser...
invisible
invisible amor
Si me tomara
la mezcla de Griffin
y me esfumara
para no volver
sólo lo haría
para liberarme
de mi biografía
sin dejar de ser
E intentaría
que mi transparencia
fundiese
con su anatomía
y ya entrados en herejías
tu concupiscencia
me reencarnaría...
Ay, si pudiera ser...
Si fuera el gato
burlón de Cheshire
haría un trato
con mi creador
no sonreiría
jamás si consigue
que Alicia sonría
entre tanto horror
Entregaría
al rey mi cabeza
incluso mi cuerpo invisible
si a cambio no fuera posible
jamás tu tristeza
tu melancolía
Ay, si pudiera ser...

New York Juillet
Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers



New York Juillet, chaleur épaisse
Sueur, poussière et paresse
Odeur de brûlé et de graisse
Couleur, néon fluor
Trois heures AM, deux blocs à l'est
Sax ténor, sur une fenêtre
Le son est noir et bleu comme la nuit
Musique en rouge et or
New York Juillet dans tes narines
Silence glacé? Cocaïne
Chambre inconnue, miroirs, caresses
Odeurs, poppers and sex

New York Juillet, mes mains qui glissent
Tequila fraîche, sur tes cuisses
Trois mots tapés sur la machine
Tee-shirt trempé gazoline
Adolescentes, en roller skates
Funky music, à fond la caisse
Training moulant, longues chaussettes
Ambiance dorée, paillettes
Paupières bleues des filles pâles
CB GB dans un râle
Harley surchauffée, shadows
Blousons de cuir poussière

New York Juillet, brûlés d'Afrique
Jusqu'à la 125e street
Range ses bijoux et puis s'endort
Cinq heures tout près du port
Un taxi jaune, la fumée bleue
Sax ténor, bien vitreux

La Liberté saigne en vitrine
Statue, couronne d'épines

La Liberté saigne en vitrine
Statue, couronne d'épines

New York Juillet...
New York Juillet...

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