Invitation
Composer(s): Bronislaw Kaper; Paul Francis Webster
First release by: The MGM Studio Orch. - 1952
Covered by multiple other artists



You and your smile hold a strange invitation
Somehow it seems
We've shed our dream but we're
Time after time in a room full of strangers
Out of the blue, suddenly you were there

Wherever I go you're the glow of temptation,
Glancing my way in the grey of the dawn
And always your smile holds that strange invitation
Then you are gone
Where oh where have you gone

How long must I live in a world of illusion
Be where you are so near yet so far, apart
Hoping you'll say with a sweet invitation
Where have you been, darling come in
Into my heart

New York, New York
Composer(s): E. Fletcher; 
Melvin Glover; Reggie Griffin; Sylvia Robinson
Performer(s): Grandmaster Flash



Ah New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law and I know my way around, too much
Ah too many people, too much -- a ha hah
Too much, too many people, too much, rrrrrrrah!

A castle in the sky, one mile high
Built to shelter the rich and greedy
Rows of eyes, disguised as windows
Lookin DOWN on the poor and the needy
Miles of people, marchin up the avenue
Doin what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm livin in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't know why

Too much, ah too many people, too much
Too much, too many people, too much!

A man's on a ledge, says he's gonna jump
People gather round, said, "He won't he's just a chump"
Cause he lost his job, then he got robbed
His mortgage is due and his marriage is through
He says he ain't gonna pay no child support
Because the bitch left him without a second thought
He got nothin to eat, no shoes on his feet
She even left his clothes, out in the street
He keeps hearin noises when he's at home
He always hears voices when he's all alone
His wife took the kids, the car and the crib
In this man's world, so much for women's lib

New York New York big city of dreams
But everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law, and I know my way around

Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly
but you can't tell the women from the men sometimes
They're sugar and spice and everything nice
But when you get em home ain't no tellin what you find
Right next door is a little old man
I seen him eatin dog food out of a can
He says, "I got to eat, when I can't afford meat
I barely can stand, on my own two feet"
I got a bad habit and I just can't break it
Somethin's on my mind and I just can't shake it
I need some time, and I want some space
I gotta get away from the human race

Too much, ah too many people, too much... a-ha hah
Too much, ah too many people, too much! Rrrrrrrah!

Stand at a skyscraper reachin into heaven
When over in the ghetto I'm livin in hell
Just play ball or be an entertainer
cause niggaz like me can't read too well
Nobody loves me, nobody cares
I dreamed about a life but I'm livin in a nightmare
Paranoid schitzo, set back, snowbound
Bad news psycho, heart attack, breakdown!

Hee, huh (16X) HUH!

If only I could sleep just ten more minutes
I might find the strength to make another day
If I didn't have to get up, and do my thing
I would probably sleep my whole life away
I messed up a nice dream, somethin bout ice cream
Whipped cream fruits and a cherry on top
Now I gotta get up and face the world, huh
The pressure is on it ain't never gonna stop
I sho' gotta learn to use my mind
I don't wanna be kissin nobody's behind
Just standin on line lookin like a jerk
Gotta get off my butt and do a full day's work
I ran into a pothole, got into a car crash
Shoulda been thinkin and tried to fake whiplash
A crowd gathered round, they're callin me fat
Who you lookin at wit a face like that?

New York New York big city of dreams
Everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law and I know my way around

On 42nd Street, lookin for some action
Women standin on the corner sellin satisfaction
One young punk just leanin on the fence
Tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
Really is a prankster, tried to be a gangster
Real big wheel when a gun is in his hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man

New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seem
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much... ah ha hah hah
Too much, too many people, too much! HUAHH!

A baby cries and a mother dies
And the tears fall from the doctor's eyes because
in this room, on this day
The Good Lord has giveth, and taketh away, huh
The gift of life really means a lot
And in the ghetto your life is all you got
So you take to the streets, tryin to exist
in the trash and slime of a world like this
What you watch, on TV
a tells you what life is supposed to be
But when you look outside the only thing you see
Is the poverty stricken, reality, heh
Abandoned places, angry faces
Much hate and hunger through-out the races
You say, "I'm grown and I'm on my own
So why don't everybody just leave me alone!"
Now you stay at home, talkin on the phone
Doin ninety miles an hour in the fifty mile zone
They never took the time to tell you bout sex
So you had to learn about it in the discotheques
Nine months later, the baby is there
and the nigga that did it said, "I don't care!"
You don't have enough money to help feed two
So you have to choose between the baby and you
The sky was cryin, rain and hail
When you put yo' baby in the garbage pail
Then you kissed the kid and put down the lid
And you tried to forget what you just did, huh
The muffled screams of a dyin baby
was enough to drive the young mother crazy
so she ran in the rain tryin to ease the pain
Huh huh, and she drove herself insane

New York New York big city of dreams
But everything in New York ain't always what it seem
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law and I know my way around

Ah too much, too many people, too much... ah ha hah hah
Too much, too many people, too much! HUHHH!

So what's happenin man? What's happenin?
Man you should see these bad girls out here workin the corner
Loose joints, loose joints!
A hah hah hah
Aiyyo baby won't you come here man gimme a little somethin
Let's try to get the money man
Aiyyo aiyyo y'all know this dude look he comin right here let's rob him man
Ohh yeah yeah
Nah nah leave him alone
Hey slick, you know your way to Sugarhill Records?
Ay man that's in Jersey nigga! C'mere c'mere man whassup wit you?
(conversation disolves into a fight)

New York New York big city of dreams
But everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much... ha hah hah hah
Too much, too many people, too much

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)