Could It Be
Composer(s): Paul Abela - Raymond Mahoney
First performance by: Georgina & Paul Giordimaina - 1991



Shadows fall, it's so lonely waiting here
There's a garden bare out there, where songbirds sing no more
No golden stardust shining and no lining on the cloud
Could it be you and me have found our rainbow's end?
 
Autumn leaves falling softly all around
There ain't but a single sound of voices I once knew
No silver star to follow and no moon to light the way
Could it be you and me are playing 'let's pretend'?
 
Won't you just call me?
If I'm to blame at all, I'll say I'm sorry
It's useless standing tall, I'm longing for your touch
I'm waiting for a love I knew so well
So well
 
Winter cold, and the wind blows through my hair
Deep inside you know I care, no matter what's in store
Our lines of love ain't rhyming and the rhythm is all gone
Could it be you and me can't say we're on the mend?
Let's pretend
 
Won't you just call me?
If I'm to blame at all, I'll say I'm sorry
It's useless standing tall, I'm longing for your touch
I'm waiting for a love I knew so well
Oo yeah...
 
Whoa whoa... won't you just call me?
That's all I need to hear to ease the worry
I'll kiss each lonely tear, to me you mean so much
God knows I speak the truth and time will tell
 
Oo...

Used To Bad News
Composer(s): Bradley Delp
Performer(s): Boston



Just let me hear it from your lips
It’s the last thing that I’ll ask you to say
Don’t wanna hear it from strangers
If it’s over let me have it straight

I’ve been used
But I’m takin’ it like a man
I’m confused
But I’m doin’ the best that I can

I’ve been tossed around plenty before
I’ve had this heart of mine broken and more
I can’t find a reason for sure
But I’ve gotten used to bad news
(can’t find me a reason for sure)

Don’t tell me why
Yes it’s over I can see the end
But please don’t lie
If you’re leavin’ me like a friend

I’ve been tossed around plenty of times
And I’ve read between all the lines
You’re just another in the grand design
And I’ve gotten used to bad news

I know what you’re sayin’ is bad
It’s not what I wanted but I’m ready for that
I’m ready for that, yea.

I’ve been used
But I’m takin’ it like a man
I’m confused
But I’m doin’ the best that I can

I’ve been tossed around plenty before
I’ve had this heart of mine broken and more
I can’t find a reason for sure
But I’ve gotten used to bad news
(can’t find me a reason for sure)

Something To Grab For
Composer(s): Ric Ocasek
Performer(s): Ric Ocasek



If you want to hang on my shoulder
I'm standing here
If you want to do it all over
Let me get near
If you were another pretender
I'd pass you by
If you were a lost weekender
Maybe I'd try
When you gonna give me something to grab for
When you gonna put it in my sight
When you gonna give me something to grab for
When you gonna show me what it's like
If you want to talk about it
I got the time
When you're looking so enchanted
You cover my mind
If you think I'll wait forever
Maybe you're right
There's no such thing as now or never
There's only twilight
If you want to take it lightly
It won't make a sound
If you want to take me over
I won't turn you down

Used To Be
Composer(s): Miller; Hirsh
Performer(s): 
Stevie Wonder & Charlene Marilynn D'Angelo



Superman was killed in Dallas
There's no love left in the palace
Someone took the Beatles' lead guitar
Have another Chivas Regal
You're 12 years old and sex is legal
Your parents don't know where or who you are

Used to be the hero of the ballgame
Took the time to shake the loser's hand
Used to be that failure only meant you didn't try
In a world where people gave a damn

Great big wars in little places
Look at all those frightened faces
But don't come here, we just don't have the room
Love thy neighbours wife and daughter
Cleanse your life with Holy water
We don't need to bathe, we've got perfume

Used to be a knight in shining armour
Didn't have to own a shiny car
Dignity and courage were the measure of a man
Not the drugs he needs to hide the scar

Can your teacher read, does your preacher pray
Does your president have soul
Have you heard a real good ethnic joke today
Mama took to speed and daddy ran away
But you mustn't lose control
Let's cut the class, I got some grass
The kids are wild we just can't tame 'em
Do we have the right to blame them

We fed them all our indecisions
We wrecked their minds with television
But what the hell, they're too young to feel pain
But I believe that love can save tomorrow
Believe the truth can make us free
Someone tried to say it, then we nailed Him to a cross
I guess it's still the way it used to be

Draumur Um Nínu
Composer(s): Eyjólfur Kristjánsson
First performance by: Stefán & Eyfi - 1991



Núna ertu hjá mér, Nína 	
Strýkur mér um vangann, Nína 	
Ó... haltu í höndina á mér, Nína
Því þú veist að ég mun aldrei aftur 
Ég mun aldrei, aldrei aftur 	
Aldrei aftur eiga stund með þér 
 	 
Það er sárt að sakna, einhvers 	
Lífið heldur áfram, til hvers? 	
Ég vil ekki vakna, frá þér 	
Því ég veit að þú munt aldrei aftur
Þú munt aldrei, aldrei aftur 	
Aldrei aftur strjúka vanga minn 
 	 
Þegar þú í draumum mínum birtist allt er ljúft og gott
Og ég vildi ég gæti sofið heila öld 	
Því að nóttin veitir aðeins skamma stund með þér 
 	 
Er ég vakna, Nína – þú ert ekki lengur hér 	
Opna augun – engin strýkur blítt um vanga mér 	
 	 
Dagurinn er eilífð, án þín 	
Kvöldið kalt og tómlegt, án þín 
Er nóttin kemur fer ég, til þín 
 	 
Þegar þú í draumum mínum birtist allt er ljúft og gott 
Og ég vildi ég gæti sofið heila öld 	
Því að nóttin veitir aðeins skamma stund með þér 
 	 
Er ég vakna – Nína, þú ert ekki lengur hér 	
Opna augun – engin strýkur blítt um vanga mér 	
 	 
Er ég vakna – ó... Nína, þú ert ekki lengur hér 
Opna augun – engin strýkur blítt um vanga mér

Use Ta Be My Girl
Composer(s): Kenny Gamble; Leon Huff
Performer(s): The O'Jays; Garnett Silk



Good lovin', the girl's got plenty good lovin'
Ask me how I know and I'll tell you so
She used to be my girl

I respect her
When she was mine, I used to neglect her
She wanted more than I could give
But as long as I live
She'll be my girl, she, she used to be my girl
She used to be my girl
She had a charming personality
The girl was so right for me
She's my girl
And if I had the chance I'd take her back
As a matter of fact, right away, like today
Not only good lookin', the girl was so smart, you can't beat her cookin'
Ask me how I know and I'll tell you so
She used to be my girl
Deep down inside I still love her
I place no one above her
She's warm and sensitive
For as long as I live she'll be my girl
If I had the chance I'd take her back
As a matter of fact right away like today

Good lovin', the girl's got plenty good lovin'
Ask me how I know and I'll tell you so
She used to be my girl, my girl
She used to be, used to be my girl
She used to be my girl

I wouldn't lie about a thing like that
She used to be my girl

She used to be my girl

I know you don't believe me
She used to be my girl

She used to be my girl

All mine

All mine

She used to be my girl

She used to be my girl

Fade

Something Tells Me
Composer(s): Johnny Mercer - Harry Warren - Charles Dunn
Performer(s): Fats Waller
and multiple other artists



Haven't read it in your eyes
Haven't heard it in your sighs
Couldn't tell you why it's so
Nevertheless, I only know....

Something tells me I'm falling in love
Something tells me you're sent from above
Not the stars or the man in the moon
Though I'm certain they set the stage and opened the curtain

Something tells me my waiting is through
I hope something is telling you too
Something whispers that we'll never part
And something tells me it's my heart

Must have been so all the time
Must have known that you'd be mine
You were bound to come to me
How I behaved was plain to see

Something tells me I'm falling in love
Something tells me you're sent from above
Not the stars or the man in the moon
Though I'm certain they set the stage and opened the curtain

Something tells me my waiting is through
I hope something is telling you too
Something whispers that we'll never part
And something tells me it's my heart

Usignolo
Composer(s): Martelli; Castellani; Concina
Performer(s): Claudio Villa; Giorgio Consolini



Quando cantavi alla vita
Un usignolo eri tu
Per me, per me, per me
Ma la tua voce è cambiata
Più non mi parla d'amor
Per te, per te, per te
Usignolo
Ma come sa di pianto la tua voce
Mi dice il cuore che non trovi pace
Mi dice il cuore che non sei felice
Usignolo
La tua canzone nasce da un sospiro
L'amore che tu vivi è tanta amaro
Sei prigioniero in una gabbia d'oro
L'oro ha fermato il tuo volo
E t'ha spezzato le ali
Nella tua voce v'è il pianto
O mio usignolo
Usignolo
Per sempre spengo un sogno nel mio cuore
Io che innalzavo già per te un altare
Coi fior di campo del mio grande amore
Usignolo
Usignolo

As The Hours, And The Days, And The Weeks, And The Months, And The Years Roll By
Composer(s): George Formby
Performer(s): George Formby



He loved her and she loved him but her chance is mighty slim
Of ever getting married to her man
They’ve been courting years and years and fixed the wedding day
She was two hours early and he was six months late

All day for him she’ll cry, her eyes are never dry
As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by
She’ll talk about a week, she stands there ankle deep
As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by

They say better late than never, two birds of a feather, must get together
She’ s bought real posh underwear and said the maiden’ s prayer
As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by

The twin bed by her side is still unoccupied
As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by
Each night no hope at all, her face turned to the wall
As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by

They say better late than never, two birds of a feather, must get together
She complains its so unjust, her trousseau full of dust
As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by

How she sighs and sighs and sighs, quite an outsize size in size
She seems to miss the things she’s never had
When he said goodbye-ye he kissed her on the mat
That only set her longing for something more than that

Where they used to meet, she stands and gets cold feet
As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by
She says she’s taken root, it’s growing through her boot
They say better late than never, two birds of a feather, must get together

There’s a wart upon her nose, good gracious how it grows
As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by
Her age is twenty three, that’s all she means to me

She’s making baby clothes, and says one never knows
They say better late than never, two birds of a feather, must get together
Oh she’ll never know for sure, what God made husbands for
As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by

Usted Abusó (Voçe Abusó)
Composer(s): A.C. Jocafi; P.A.C. Marques
Performer(s): Miguel Bosé



perdone usted
que tanto insista en éste tema
pero no se hacer peoma ni canción
que no hable de otra cosa que no sea amor
si la simpleza de mis versos
pueda herir al intelecto
que no use el corazón
como expresión

usted abusó
sacó partido de mí
abusó
sacó partido de mí
abusó
sacó partido de mí
abusó

encuentro injusto
y muy normal el desamor
que sufrir tanto es de mal gusto aunque no sé
si es por vulgar o onfantil que fracasó mi amor
si la simpleza de mis versos
pueda herir al intelecto
que no use el corazón
como expresión

usted abusó
sacó partido de mí
abusó

Sunbathin' In The Park
Performer(s): George Formby



Don't think I'm walking all round the world.
I've got the sunbathe craze
I first do my back and when that's nicely fried
Then I turn round and I do t'other side
A girl said today as I laid on the green
I was the sweetest worm she'd ever seen

When I'm sunbathing in the park every morning when the sun goes down
From the tip of my nose to my ten little toes, all so nice and brown

All day I'm burnt at the stake just like Joan of Arc
"That's not freckles" people shout, "it's the measles breaking out"
When I’m sunbathing in the park

I’m sunbathing in the park every morning when the sun goes, down
From the tip of my nose to my ten little toes, all so nice and brown
All day I'm burnt at the stake just like Joan of Arc
I get sunburnt nice and strong all around my om bon pong
When I'm sunbathing in the park

I fry and frizzle and fizzle all day like a poached egg on toast
When the sun shines through my little short vest
It's so hot it scorches my family crest
One day last week I got caught on the hop
A tramp on my chest started grilling a chop

When I was sunbathing in the park every morning till the sun goes down
From the tip of my nose to my ten little toes, all so nice and brown
All day I'm burnt at the stake just like Joan of Arc
I get sunburnt scorched and tanned all around my no-man's land
When I'm sunbathing in the park

All day I'm burnt at the stake just like Joan of Arc
And the birds from every tree leave their visiting cards on me
When I'm sunbathing in the park

Utah, We Love Thee
Composer(s): Evan Stephens



Land of the mountains high
Utah, we love thee!
Land of the sunny sky
Utah, we love the!
Far in the glorious West
Throned on the mountain's crest
In robes of statehood dressed
Utah, we love thee! 

Columbia's newest star
Utah, we love the!
Thy lustre shines afar
Utah, we love thee!
Bright in our banner's blue
Among her sisters true
She proudly comes to view
Utah, we love thee! 

Land of the Pioneers
Utah, we love thee!
Grow with the coming years
Utah, we love thee!
With wealth and peace in store
To fame and glory soar
Godguarded evermore
Utah, we love thee!

Something Stupid
Composer(s): C. Carson Parks
First release by: Carson and Gaile - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Qualche Stupido "Ti Amo" (Sacha Distel & Joanna Shimkus)
1967 - Dat Afgezaagde Zinnetje (Willy & Willeke Alberti)
1967 - En Lille Dumhed (Siw Malmkvist & Otto Brandenburg)
1971 - Algo Tonto (Enríque Guzmn & Silvia Pinal)
2003 - Een Dom Compliment (Jo Vally & Vanessa Chinitor)
2003 - Zoiets Onnozels (Willy Sommers, Lisa Del Bo & Luc Steeno)



I know I stand in line, until you think you have the time
To spend an evening with me
And if we go someplace to dance, I know that there's a chance
You won't be leaving with me

And afterwards we drop into a quiet little place
And have a drink or two
And then I go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid
Like: "I love you"

I can see it in your eyes, that you despise the same old lies
You heard the night before
And though it's just a line to you, for me it's true
It never seemed so right before

I practice every day to find some clever lines to say
To make the meaning come through
But then I think I'll wait until the evening gets late
And I'm alone with you

The time is right your perfume fills my head, the stars get red
And oh the night's so blue
And then I go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid
Like: "I love you"
("I love you, I love you ...")

Utan Dej, Mitt Liv Går Vidare
English Title: Without You, My Life Goes On
Composer(s): H. Veigel; D. Zimmerman
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog



Utan dej, mitt liv går vidare
Utan dej, jag kan ej fatta än
Att jag måste ensam gå
Utan dej, utan dej

Allt vad vi sagt
Allt vad vi gjort är en saga idag
En saga som blev sanning en gång
Jag var så kär och ännu är
Men vad hjälper det nu
När du har lämnat mej här?

Utan dej, mitt liv går vidare
Utan dej, jag kan ej fatta än
Att jag måste ensam gå
Utan dej, utan dej

Himlen är grå
När jag nu står och ser upp mot den sky
Som fylldes utav stjärnor en kväll
Brevet du skrev har jag nu slängt
Ty det gjorde så ont
Att läsa att allt var slut

Utan dej, mitt liv går vidare
Utan dej, jag kan ej fatta än
Att jag måste ensam gå
Utan dej, utan dej

Qualche Stupido "Ti Amo"
((Adapted from: Something Stupid (Carson and Gaile) - 1967))
Composer(s): C. Carson Parks
Performer(s): Sacha Distel & Joanna Shimkus - 1967

Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Dat Afgezaagde Zinnetje (Willy & Willeke Alberti)
1967 - En Lille Dumhed (Siw Malmkvist & Otto Brandenburg)
1971 - Algo Tonto (Enríque Guzmn & Silvia Pinal)
2003 - Een Dom Compliment (Jo Vally & Vanessa Chinitor)
2003 - Zoiets Onnozels (Willy Sommers, Lisa Del Bo & Luc Steeno)



Difficile trovare la maniera di passare la serata con te
Supponi per esempio ce ne andassimo a ballare lo sai bene com'è
Insieme finiremmo per cercare un posto quieto per nasconderci
Inevitabilmente finirei con qualche stupido "Ti amo"

E lo so già finiresti col reagire perlomeno risentendoti
Pensando non sia altro che una frase tra le tante che si dicono

Rimurgino le parole estremamente intelligenti come piacciono a me
E aspetto che la sera mi procuri l'atmosfera per offrirle a te
Ma vuoi che sia la luna o il tuo profumo che io sento vicinissimo
Inevitabilmente m'impappino in qualche stupido "Ti amo"

Ma vuoi che sia la luna o il tuo profumo che io sento vicinissimo
Inevitabilmente m'impappino in qualche stupido "Ti amo"
"Ti amo"
"Ti amo"

Utile
Composer(s): Étienne Roda-Gil; Julien Clerc
Performer(s): Julien Clerc;
Florence Davis; Juliette Gréco



"A quoi sert une chanson
Si elle est désarmée?"
Me disaient des chiliens
Bras ouverts, poings serrés

Comme une langue ancienne
Qu'on voudrait massacrer
Je veux être utile
À vivre et à rêver

Comme la lune fidèle
A n'importe quel quartier
Je veux être utile
À ceux qui m'ont aimé

À ceux qui m'aimeront
Et à ceux qui m'aimaient
Je veux être utile
À vivre et á chanter

Dans n'importe quel quartier
D'une lune perdue
Même si les maitres parlent
Et qu'on ne m'entend plus

Même si c'est moi qui chante
À n'importe quel coin de rue
Je veux être utile
À vivre et á rever

À quoi sert une chanson
Si elle est désarmée?

Fri?
Composer(s): Kim Engblom - Tina Krause - Janne Engblom - Stina Engblom
First performance by: Beat - 1990



Oo yeah... 
 	 
Fri, om jag frågar dig, säger du ej nej 
Frihet har vi väl 	
Men, om du frågar mig, vad vår frihet är 	
Svarar jag så här
 	 
Fri, vem av oss är fri? 	
Fri att tänka själv, att ärligt och stolt vara den vi är, whoa... 	
Rädd, rädd att göra fel, fångad i ett spel 	
Där de som är lika får leka med, whoa... 	
 	 
Säg, varför dessa krav 	
Vad gör mig så svag för ditt yttre skal? 	
Vem ger behoven fart? 	
Vem gör mig till slav under all reklam? 	
 	 
Fri, vem av oss är fri? 
Fri att tänka själv, att ärligt och stolt vara den vi är, whoa... 	
Rädd, rädd att göra fel, fångad i ett spel 	
Där de som är lika får leka med, whoa... 	
 	 
Whoa... vem av oss är fri? 	
Fri att tänka själv, att ärligt och stolt vara den vi är, whoa... 	
Rädd, rädd att göra fel, fångad i ett spel 	
Där de som är lika får leka med, whoa... 	
 	 
Fri, vem av oss är fri? 	
Fri att tänka själv, att ärligt och stolt vara den vi är, whoa... 	
Rädd, rädd att göra fel, fångad i ett spel 	
Där de som är lika får leka med, whoa... 	
 	 
Fri?

Utopia
Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers



Je chanterai le nouveau monde
Né de la zone et de l'ordure
En ces temps-là vos belles actions
Passaient toujours par l'écriture
Vous vous gaviez de projections
De projects sérieux, de futur
Pendant que l'ordre et la répression
Vous alignaient contre un mur

Vous ronronniez pour le vieux monde
Dans l'opposition objective
Respectant la règle et la ronde
Dans vos manchettes maladives
Ça sentait le médicament
La frustration et le soumis
Ça puait déjà l'électron
Le temps qui passe à crédit

Des technocrates maigrichons
Vous prédisaient des jours meilleurs
Des aurores de l'expansion
A la sournoise nuit des chomeurs
Vous faisiez du lard aux ceintures
Les pancartes au bout des bras mous
Faisaient des cercles dans l'ordure
Ou vous vous traîniez à genoux

Les barbares, qui montraient leurs crocs
Aux barrières des périphériques
Ricanaient, remplaçant vos mots
Par des cris de guerriers celtiques
Vous en aviez froid dans le dos
Bien qu'expliquant ce phénomène
Vous essayiez de rentrer tôt
Détestant les milices urbaines

Vous nous regardiez en ces temps
Inventer une autres musique
Faite de violence et de sang
D'ignorance et de prophétique
Votre raison vous pesait lourd
Dans vos masochistes partouzes
Dans vos dérisoires amours
Votre révolte et vos ventouses

La petite gauche vivotait
Frileuse comme une alouette
Vos bars, vos fêtes, vos congrès
Vos chanteurs, vos peintres, vos poètes
Votre raison, votre droiture
Vos illusions, vos habitudes
Vos soumissions, votre culture
Vos ambitions, vos certitudes

Cette lucidité bidon
Qui remplaçait si bien les tripes
Etait sinistre et sans passion
Et militante et castratrice
Elle vous bloquait le creux des reins
Comme un calcul diabétique
Elle vous laissait sur votre faim
De bien nourris et d'asthmatiques

Nous rêvons d'une autre planète
En ce futur, t'en souvient-tu?
Nous tirons des plans à facettes
Vers des comètes disparues
Nous installons nos mines d'or
Sur des podiums itinérants
Ou nous jouons toujours très fort
De la guitare, et du vent

Nous pressentons une cassure
Une crevasse nette et sanglante
Une balafre dans l'azur
Un cran d'arrêt dans le silence
Une fissure dans le certain
Une embolie dans la finance
Un détonateur dans la main
Un embarras dans la nuance

Nous vivons au ras des pavés
N'ayant jamais connu la plage
Et jamais le roi des étés
Ne s'est inscrit au paysage
Nous avons la haine au profond
Une haine fondamentale
De la hiérarchie et des cons
Du quotidien et du fatal

Something Sort Of Grandish
Composer(s): Burton Lane - E.Y. Harburg
Performer(s): David Wayne & Ella Logan
and multiple other artists



Petula:
Is it a warmish, kind of glowish, kind of peculiarish sensation?

Tommy:
Oh no, it's sort of a shimmerish kind of quimmerish, flibbery-gibberish sensation

Petula: Does it make you feel humming birds in your heart?

Tommy: Butterflies in me feet

Petula: And bees in your bonnet

Tommy: Stars in me britches

Petula: Does it make you want to dance?

Tommy: I hadn't noticed

Petula: And sing?

Tommy: Oh, it does, it does....

Tommy:
Something sweet
Something sort of grandish
Sweeps my soul
When thou art near
My heart feels so sugar candish
My head feels so ginger beer
Something so dareish
So I don't careish
Stirs me from limb to limb
It's so terrifish, magnifish, delish
To have such an amorish, glamorish dish
We could be, oh, so bride and groomish
Skies could be so bluish blue
Life could be so love in bloomish
If my ishes could come true

Petula:
Thou art sweet
Thou art sort of grandish
Thou outlandish cavalier
From now on, we're hand in handish
Romeo

Tommy:
And Guinevere
Thou'rt so adorish
Toujours l'amourish
I'm so cherchez la femme
Petula:
Why should I vanquish
Relinquish, resish

Tommy:
When I simply relish this hellish condish
I might be manish or mouseish
I might be a fowl or fish
But with thee I'm Eisenhowzish
Please accept my propasish

Both:
You're under my skinish
So please be give-inish
Or it's the beginish of the finish of me


-----


Reprise:

Children, if you help me find the little gold crock
You can have anything that's made in fairyland

There'll be things plenty for allish
Wondrish toys and magic tricks
Electrish trains and basket ballish
Mintish drops and licorice stick

Life will be keenish all halloweenish
And jelly beanish too
With ice-cream, and cakish
And soda to sup
And no bellyacheish
To wakeish you up

There will be such delicious dishes
And will end to this daffyish plot
We will go from wretch to riches
When we'll find that goldish pot

There will be chocolate castish
With hot-dogs, and mustish
But cheers! ev'rybodysh
Must fastish come trough



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Utterly Simple
Composer(s): Dave Mason
Performer(s): Traffic; The Smoke



Everything really is stupidly simple
And yet all around is utter confusion
Fairy tales written may help you to see it
Do you understand about Lewis's Alice?
We fit all our lives into regular patterns
All that we really know is that we're really living

(spoken:
The man that seeks the world, his wisdom seeks to know his mind
And knowing where his feet should walk, and when he should or should not
talk And have a friend to find
Don't look around to find the sound that's right beneath your feet
The hermit sits inside his cave and seeks to know his mind
Staring into empty space and seeing things in people's faces others cannot find
Don't look around to find the sound that's right beneath your feet)

We've nothing to hide so why try to hide it?
I know there are some but they're screwed up inside
If you need a reason for all this I'm singing
It's simpleness really that gives it its meaning