Les Enfants De Mozart
Performer(s): Frida Boccara



Les enfants sont nés pour la musique
Les pianos magiques
Les flûtes enchantées
Et on leur donne des travaux pratiques
Des trains électriques
Au lieu de les aimer
Voilà ce que Mozart
Voilà ce que Mozart
Voilà ce que Mozart
Dirait
Les enfants sont faits pour écouter
Ce que disent les arbres
Ce que pense le temps
Et on leur donne des fleurs en plastique
Un monde mécanique
Dont le cœur est absent
Voilà ce que Mozart
Voilà ce que Mozart
Voilà ce que Mozart
Dirait
Donnez-leur quelques chevaux sauvages
cachés comme des rires au-dessous des nuages
et vous verrez leurs yeux vous montrer l’avenir
et vous trouverez Dieu au coin de leur sourire
Les enfants ne se dérangent pas
Ils sont la vérité que l’on n’ écoute pas
Ils feraient s’ils conduisaient le bal
Des villes de cristal, des maisons de soleil
Laissons-les faire, ils sont des musicien
Ils sont des magicien, des faiseurs d’arcs-en-ciel
Voilà ce que Mozart
Voilà ce que Mozart
Voilà ce que Mozart
Dirait
Vous avez coupé tous les chemins
Que d’autres comme moi
Ont ouvert de leurs mains
Vos rêves ne sont plus que dans quelques chansons
Qui se brisent deux fois sur des murs de béton
Tournez-vous du côté des prophètes
Du côté des poètes
Du côté des enfants
Les enfants sont nés pour la musique
Les pianos magiques
Les jets d’eau du Square
Laissez-les vivre du côté de l’amour
Et vous aurez un jour
Des milliers de Mozart
Voilà ce que Mozart
Voilà ce que Mozart
Voilà ce que Mozart
Dirait

No Arms Can Ever Hold You
Composer(s): Art Crafer; Jimmy Nebb
Performer(s): The Bachelors;
and various other artists



No arms can ever hold you
Like these arms of mine
No heart can ever love you
Like this heart of mine

My dreams can all come true
If you'll care for me

This love that I feel for you
Was just meant to be

No lips can ever kiss you
Like these lips of mine
No one can ever offer
What I offer you

My heart, my love are yours
Til the end of time
No arms can ever hold you
Like these arms of mine

No lips can ever kiss you
Like these lips of mine
No one can ever offer
What I offer you

My heart, my love are yours
Til the end of time
No arms can ever hold you
Like these arms of mine

It Amazes Me
Composer(s): Cy Coleman; Carolyn Leigh
First release by: Tony Bennett - 1958
Covered by multiple other artists



My height, just average
My weight, just average
My IQ is like you'd estimate, just average
But evidently she does not agree
Consequently if I seem at sea...

It amazes me
It simply amazes me
What she sees in me dazzles me
Dazes me
That I've learned to clip my wings
And soften my ways
These are ordinary things unworthy of praize
Yet she praizes my just knowing I try for
When so many would, if they could, die for her
I'm the one who's worthy, wize
And nothing much fazes me
But to see me in her eyes.....

It just amazes me

No Arms Can Ever Hold You
Performer(s): Chris Norman



Baby, frozen tears
It was hard through the years
I never give up never one of my dreams
And deep inside is my love still alive
And God only knows that I can't let you go
Whem I'm in love, it will be for ever
I gave you my heart forever and ever

No arms can ever hold you more than I do
No man can never love you, oh, babe, it's true
No arms can ever hold you more than I do
You came to me from heaven
Girl, it's true
And if I ever lose your love
And if I ever lose your heart
Oh baby, I'm dying for your love

Baby, now I'm alone
And I try to be strong
But my baby I cry silent tears without a cry
And I can't hold on to the feeling that's gone
And there's nothing to lose 'cause I'm playing the fool
When I'm in love it will be for better
Gave you my heart forever and ever

And if I ever lose your love
If I ever lose your heart
Baby, I'm dying for your love
And if I ever lose your smile
If I ever lose your heart
Everbody needs someone to love
And I say

Cigarettes, Cigars
Composer(s): Mack Gordon - Harry Revel
Performer(s): Ruth Etting; Florence Desmond



I was one of those hicks
That came here from the sticks
Trying to find the kind of fame
The name of Broadway stands for
I was one of those fools
Who dreamed of riches and jewels
Now I awake, find my mistake
I'll get a break, Broadway's a fake!
I work in a speak that's dim and dingy
Where standers are pretenders, cheap and stingy
All I smell is rotten scotch and ginger
Cigarettes, cigars!
Now I've learned what smoking coke and snow means
Among the guys who've never learned what "no" means
You ask me do I know what making dough means
Cigarettes, cigars!
To heaven I just send up
My lonely plea
Is this where I must end up
Oh, good Lord, answer me!
Every evening as the night life dies out
I walk home to sleep and weep my eyes out
Can't you hear a broken heart that cries out
Cigarettes, cigars! Cigarettes, cigars!
Say, have you ever seen Broadway when its glamour is gone
When the nightclubs are closing and the whole world is dozing and sleeping until the dawn?
Why, all its glory and splendor and marvelous sights
They all fade out together as they turn out the lights
With street beggars mumbling, milk wagons rumbling, dream castles tumbling in the air
Oh, it's lonesome and weary, friendless and dreary, a pitiful sight of despair!
Every evening as the night life dies out
I walk home to sleep and weep my eyes out
Can't you hear a broken heart that cries out
Cigarettes, cigars!
Cigarettes! Cigars!
Cigarettes! Cigars!

No Anchovies, Please
Composer(s): Justman; Wolf
Performer(s): J. Geils Band



This is the story of a young couple in Portland, Maine

While waiting for her husband Don to return home from work
she reaches for a can of anchovies
As she spreads the tiny fish across a piece of lettuce
she notices a small note at the bottom of the can
Written on it is a telephone number
Curious, she dials, and is told
"Don't move, lady, we'll be right over" 
Placing the phone back on the hook
she turns to see three smartly dressed men standing in her kitchen doorway
Before she realizes what is happening to her
she is rolled tightly in long sheets of cellophane
transported to an international airport, and placed on a waiting jet-liner
All this being too much for her to comprehend, she passes out

Upon awakening, she finds herself in a strange, foreign speaking nation
("Dalas nekcihc dna tihs nekcihc neewteb ecnereffid eht wonk ot suineg a ekat t'nseod ti")
Alone, fearing her escape impossible
she seeks comfort in the arms of a confidential agent
With the trace of her kiss still warm upon his lips
he betrays her to the hands of three scientists
who are engaged in diabolical avant-garde experiments 
previously performed only on insects and other small, meaningless creatures
Using her as their subject, they are delighted with the results
For the first time, a human being is transformed into a ("shhh... it's secret")

Meanwhile, back in Portland, Maine...

Her husband Don, now chain-smoking 40 packs of cigarettes a day
sits at a local bar and has a few beers with the regulars
Bored, everyone's attention turns to the television set that just hangs from the wall
("Welcome to Bowling for Dollars")
Suddenly, crazy Al says
"S-say, Don, there sure is something familiar about that bowling ball" 
To which a terrified Don replies
"Oh my God! 
That bowling ball! 
It's my wife!"

And the lesson we learn from this story is
next time you place your order
don't forget to say
"No anchovies please"

It All Depends On You
Composer(s): Lew Brown; Buddy DeSylva; Ray Henderson
First performance by: Al Jolson (Stage Production) - 1925
Covered by multiple other artists



Lovers depend on moonlight
For a love affair
Babies depend on mothers
For their tender care
Flowers depend on sunshine
And the morning dew
Each thing depends on something
And I depend on you

I can be happy, I can be sad
I can be good or I can be bad
It all depends on you
I can be lonely out in a crowd
I can be humble, I can be proud
It all depends on you
I can save money, or spend it
Go right on living, or end it
You're to blame, Honey
For what I do
I know that I can be beggar
I can be King
I can be almost any old thing
It all depends on you

Isn't it sweet to know, Dear
You can help me on
Wouldn't it hurt to know, Dear
All my hopes were gone
Wouldn't it make you proud, Dear
If I made a name
But if I failed to win, dear
Would you want all the blame

I can be happy, I can be sad
I can be good or I can be bad
It all depends on you
I can be lonely out in a crowd
I can be humble, I can be proud
It all depends on you
I can save money, or spend it
Go right on living, or end it
You're to blame, honey
For what I do
I know that I can be beggar
I can be King
I can be almost any old thing
It all depends on you
Yes, it all depends on you

No
Performer(s): Raphael



Son dos letras solamente
Las que estan entre tu y yo
Son dos letras solamente
Y que juntas dicen no

No, no, no
Que bonita es la palabra
No, no, no
Si me dices no te vayas
No, no, no
Pero en cambio yo me muero
Si me dices no te quiero
No, no, no, no, no

Nunca digas no te quiero
Porque matas nuestro amor
Dime siempre no te olvido
Porque asi me gusta el no

But I Do, You Know I Do!
Composer(s): Gus Kahn; Walter Donaldson
Performer(s): Ruth Etting



I keep trying to, I'm just dying to
Get you out of my mind
But that's hard to do with somebody you love
I've denied it, I've tried to hide it
But every evening I find
You're the one that I keep thinking of

I shouldn't mind if you find someone new
But I do, you know I do
I shouldn't care if you're here or you're there
But I do, you know I do

I know you love to flit around
While I just sit around and wonder
What's become of you
I know that I shouldn't mope
Shouldn't hope you're lonesome, too
But I do, you know I do

I keep saying and I keep praying
That I'll forget you somehow
But the more I try seems the more that I pine
While you're dancing and out romancing
With those you care about now
Do you think of days when you were mine

I shouldn't mind if you find someone new
But I do, you know I do
I shouldn't care if you're here or you're there
But I do, you know I do

I know you love to flit around
While I just sit around and wonder
What's become of you
I know that I shouldn't mope
Shouldn't hope you're lonesome, too
But I do, you know I do, do, do, do, do

Niño En La Playa
Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute



Hay un niño en la playa
detenido en la orilla
hay un niño que grita
con profunda agonía

Entre mares de infamia
y una arena sin vida
hay un niño que grita
su dolor noche y día

It All Depends
Composer(s): Wolfgang Dziony; Lothar Heimberg; Klaus Meine; Michael Schenker; Rudolf Schenker
Performer(s): Scorpions



Yeah!

Takes my dinner
Drinks my beer
Spends my money
But I don't care

She's my love
She's my dear
Lovely Sarah
I miss her

Ahhh!
Yeah!

Ninna Nanna
Composer(s): Angelo Branduardi
Performer(s): Angelo Branduardi



"L'ho addormentato nella culla e l'ho affidato al mare
che lui si salvi o vada perduto e mai più non ritorni da me"
L'hanno detto giù nelle cucine; la voce ha risalito le scale
e tutta la casa ora lo sa: ieri notte piangeva un bambino

L'hanno detto giù nelle cucine e tutta la casa lo sa
che ieri lei aveva un bambino e che oggi lei non l'ha più
"Adesso alzati e dillo a me, lo so che avevi un bambino
tutta la notte ha pianto e perchè ora tu non l'hai più con te"

"L'ho addormentato nella culla e l'ho affidato al mare
che lui si salvi o vada perduto e mai più non ritorni da me"
"Adesso alzati, vieni con me questa sera andremo in città
lava le mani, lavati il viso, metti l'abito grigio che hai"

L'abito grigio non indossò per andare quella sera in città
vestita di bianco la gente la vide davanti a se passare
"La scorsa notte dalla mia padrona le ho pettinato i capelli
poi mio figlio ho addormentato e l'ho affidato al mare"...

Non lo sapeva certo mia madre quando a sè lei mi stringeva
delle terre che avrei viaggiato, della sorte che avrei avuta
"L'ho addormentato nella culla e l'ho affidato al mare
che lui si salvi o vada perduto e mai più non ritorni da me"

Brand New Shoes
Composer(s): Lester Blackwell
Performer(s): Bill Monroe



I'm breaking in a brand new pair of shoes
Don't look at me like you think I've got the blues
'Cause I'm walkin' 'round and 'round
And I'm seeing most of the town
I'm just breakin' in a brand new pair of shoes

I'm doggone if I'm gonna cry the blues
My feet are sore but I've got no time to lose
'Cause I'm wantin' her here with me
And I'm needin' her company
I'm just breakin' in a brand new pair of shoes

Ah-ha, so I'm talkin' to myself
Oh! no, she's not puttin' me on the shelf
I'm just breakin' in a brand new pair of shoes

I'm doggone if I'm gonna cry the blues
My feet are sore but I've got no time to lose
'Cause I'm wantin' her here with me
And I'm needin' her company
I'm just breakin' in a brand new pair of shoe

Nini Peau D'Chien
Composer(s): Aristide Bruant
Performer(s): Marc Ogeret;
and various other artists



Quand elle était p'tite
Le soir elle allait
A Saint'-Marguerite
Où qu'a s'dessalait
Maint'nant qu'elle est grande
Ell' marche le soir
Avec ceux d'la bande
Du Richard-Lenoir

{Refrain:}
A la Bastille
On aime bien
Nini-Peau-d'chien 
Elle est si bonne et si gentille !
On aime bien
Nini-Peau-d'chien
À la bastille

Elle a la peau douce
Aux taches de son
A l'odeur de rousse
Qui donne un frisson
Et de sa prunelle
Aux tons vert-de-gris
L'amour étincelle
Dans ses yeux d'souris

{Refrain}

Quand le soleil brille
Dans ses cheveux roux
L'génie d'la Bastille
Lui fait les yeux doux
Et quand à s'promène
Du bout d'l'Arsenal
Tout l'quartier s'amène
Au coin du Canal

{Refrain}

It All Comes Back To Me Now
Composer(s): Hy Zaret; Alex Kramer; Joan Whitney
Performer(s): Tommy Dorsey & Frank Sinatra
and multiple other artists



Tommy: 
Frank, are you kicking your two heels for this Valentine B-2?

Frank: Man, I'm too brought down by the weather to kick my heels about anything

Tommy: 
Thanks to a fare-thee-well by February 14, eh Frank? 
Well, I never saw a case of wintertime blues that a little singing wouldn't fix.
So give out with a chorus of "It All Comes Back To Me Now", and it'll all come back to you 
I guarantee it

Frank:
It all comes back to me now, a starry summer sky
A laughing you and I, alone
It all comes back to me now, a sea of midnight blue
Your face uplifted to my own
We called it a thrill of the moment, and blamed the moon up above
We didn't know what the glow meant, we never dreamed it might be love
It all comes back to me now, the love I threw away
And now each lonely night I pray, that it will all come back to me someday

Ninguem Me Ama
Spanish Title: Nadie Me Ama
Composer(s): Fernando Lobo; Antonio María
Performer(s): Mina;
Tania Alves; Maria Creuza; Nora Ney



Ninguem me ama
Ninguem me quer
Ninguem me chama
De meu amor
A vida passa
E eu sem ninguem
E quem me abrasa
Nro me quer bem
Vim pela noite tro longa
De fracasso em fracasso
E hoje descrente de tudo
Me resta o cansaso
Cansaso da vida
Cansaso de mim
Velhice chegando
E eu chegando ao fim
Vim pela noite tro longa
De fracasso em fracasso
E hoje descrente de tudo
Me resta o cansaso
Cansaso da vida
Cansaso de mim
Velhice chegando
E eu chegando ao fim
Ninguem me ama
Ninguem me quer

It All Comes Back To Me Now
Composer(s): Harold Purcell; Harry Parr-Davies
Performer(s): Anne Shelton



It all comes back to me now
Unforgotten times and places
Like a call it all comes back to me now

When you were with me somehow
Unfamiliar streets and faces
Held a thrill which too comes back to me now

Love was a label we left on our luggage
The gay little pieces remain
But where are those castles in Spain
Were all of our journeys in vain

I know I give you my vow
Every mile my heart retraces
And the sweetness all comes back to me now

Love was a label we left on our luggage
The gay little pieces remain
But where are those castles in Spain
Were all of our journeys in vain

I know I give you my vow
Every mile my heart retraces
And the sweetness all comes back to me now

Ninety-Nine And A Half (Won't Do)
Composer(s): Wilson Pickett; Steve Cropper; Eddie Floyd
Performer(s): Wilson Pickett;
and various other artists



I got to have all your love, night and day
Not just a little part, but all of your heart, sugar

Chorus:
Ninety-nine and a half just won't do
Oh, no, no, just won't get it

Don' t be led in the wrong direction
To start this thing off right, a man need a little love and affection
Yes he do, now

Chorus

All right
Lookie here

We got to bring it all down, start gettin' it right
We got to stop this messin' around, and keep the thing up tight
Yes we do, now

Chorus

All right, sugar
Got to have a hundred
Got to have a hundred
All right
Ooh, I must do, I must do
I must do now

Oh! Got to have a hundred!
Got to have a hundred!
Oh! Got to have a hu-hu-hu-hu-hu-hundred, too right
Got to have a hundred, now
Oh!

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The Gift
Composer(s): Jon Farriss; Michael Hutchence
Performer(s): INXS



Oh so fine
We were trying
Out of nowhere
Just in time

Let you take me
Deep down the river
Kiss the changes
That shape my life

Always
Left behind
All the tracks that
I could find

All these scars are mine

I was thinking
Got the feeling
The gift you gave
Is gonna last forever

All the lies you find
All the truth you see
Rise and fall
But I know what's mine

Here we lie
Looking up to
Empty sky
And the promises we find

I'm not the first one
To ask why

All we ever try

Ninety Nine Years (Dead Or Alive)
Composer(s): Sid Wayne; John Benson Brooks
Performer(s): Guy Mitchell



(sound of hammer on steel
as in Sam Cooke's "Chain Gang" are heard throughout)

Now today I'm thinkin' 'bout the ninth of June
I found my friend and my baby at the Golden Spoon
He jumped off the stool and come at me with a knife
Said "We both can't have her, so fight for your life"

Ninety nine years in the penitentiary
Ninety nine years, baby, baby, wait for me
Ninety nine years, around twenty fifty five
We'll get together dead or alive

Now today I'm thinkin' 'bout that courtroom trial
I was so sad, baby, saw you weepin' like a child
Ah, the jury found me guilty, wouldn't listen to my plea
And the judge said "Mercy" threw the book at me

Ninety nine years in the penitentiary
Ninety nine years, baby, baby, wait for me
(Ninety nine years), around twenty fifty five
We'll get together dead or alive

Now today I'm thinkin' (today I'm a-thinkin')
'bout my old friend Turk ('bout my old friend Turk)
Must be laughin' with the angels (must be laughin' with the angels)
Loafin' while I work (loafin' while I work)
Ah, they beat me when I don't (ah, they beat me when I don't)
And they beat me when I do (and they beat me when I do)
Hey, but I can take it, baby, for you

Ninety nine years in the penitentiary
(Ninety nine years), baby, baby, wait for me
(Ninety nine years), around twenty fifty five
We'll get together dead or alive

Fade

(Ninety nine years)
(Ninety nine years)