Spanish Boots
Composer(s): Jeff Beck - Rod Stewart - Ron Wood
First release by: Jeff Beck - 1969



I used to work and take a salary
In a hole up near a foundry
But it did not take me too long
To get my boots on a "So Long!"
Long Spanish boots on a "So Long!"

I took a day job in Bethlehem
I nearly threw in the towel then
But it did not take me too long
To get my boots on a "So Long!"
High Spanish boots on a "So Long!"
Dig it

I took a Spanish haberdashery
Restored with 15th century tapestry
But oh, Mr. Nesbitt got the best of me
So I strapped on my boots and said "So Long!"
Laced up my high boots and "So Long!"
Goodbye

... am on a job you see
'Cause my old boots they mean too much to me
Leather boots are just a mystery
Put on my boots and said "So Long!"
High Spanish boots on and "So Long!"
Put on my boots and said "So Long!"

Those old Spanish boots
Put on my boots and said "So Long!"
High spanish boots

Heartbeat
Composer(s): Bobby Montgomery; Norman Petty
Performer(s): Buddy Holly



Heartbeat why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

Heartbeat why does a love kiss stay in my memory?
Pitity-pat, I know that new love thrills me
I know that true love will be

Heartbeat why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

Heartbeat why do you skip when my baby's lips meet mine?
Heartbeat why do you flip then give me a skip beat sign?
Pitity-pat, and sing to me love stories
And bring to me love's glory

Heartbeat why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

Harlem Spagnolo
((Adapted from: Spanish Harlem (Ben E. King) - 1961))
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber - Phil Spector
Performer(s): Dalida - 1961

Versions In Other Languages:
1961 - Nuits D'espagne (Dalida)
1961 - Der Joe Hat Mir Das Herz Gestohlen (Dalida)
1961 - Aquella Rosa (Dalida)
1964 - Das Ist Die Frage Aller Fragen (Cliff Richard)



La,la,la...

Laggiù nell'harlem di Spagna
C'è una rosa molto rara
E un fiore strano assai 
Il sol non vede mai
Fiorisce solo se la luna corre in ciel ed ogni stella brilla
E cresce nella via ma dolcissima
Delicata nel chiaro 
Di luna

Laggiù nell'Harlem di Spagna
C'è una rosa molto rara
Son neri gli occhi suoi
Che ruban l'anima
E san bruciare con il fuoco dell'amor chi osi darle 
Un becio
Nessun la puo comprar 
Per vedela sbocciar 
Nel suo 
Giardino

La, la, la...

Stasera l'Harlem di Spagna
Ha una rosa innamorata
Ho ritrovato in te
Un sogno splendido
E la mia bocca stà narrandoti tesor la vera storia mia
Stanotte sol per te
Quel fior sboccierà
E di te sarà la luna

La, la, la...

A Little Bit
Composer(s): Luca Genta - Gerrit aan 't Goor
First performance by: Nina Åström - 2000



I'm in love with the place where I was born
Where I lived my life in harmony with every new dawn
I'm in love with the people that I know
With whom I share my tears of laughter, the times I feel low
 
It's a little bit of love, it's a little love I need
To keep me going, keep me smiling
It's love that makes me breathe
It may be Finland, France or Spain
Berlin, Prague or Rome
It's the place where you live
Where your heart feels at home
 
There's a world that is bigger than my own
Where they strive to try and unify, to dull monotone
Every change that really matters comes from within
When in love we stand together through thick and thin
 
It's a little bit of love, it's a little love we need
To keep us going, keep us smiling
It's love that makes us breathe
It may be Amsterdam or Bern
Sweden or U.K.
Where your heart is at home
You will feel okay
 
(It's a little bit of love), it's a little love we need
To keep us going, keep us smiling
It's love that makes us breathe
It's a little bit of love, it's a little love we need
To keep us going, keep us smiling
It is love that makes us breathe
 
To keep us going, keep us smiling
It is love that makes us breathe

Heart Attack And Vine
Composer(s): Tom Waits
Performer(s): Screamin' Jay Hawkins;
and various other artists



Liar, liar with your pants on fire
White spades hanging on the telephone wire
Gamblers reevaluate along the dotted line
You'll never recognize yourself on heartattack and vine
Doctor, lawyer, beggar man, thief
Philly Joe Remarkable looks on in disbelief
If you want a taste of madness you'll have to wait in line
You'll probably see someone you know on heartattack and vine
Boney's high on china white
Shorty found a punk
Don't you know there ain't no devil?
That's just God when he's drunk
Well, this stuff'll probably kill you lets do another line
What you say you meet me down at heartattack and vine
See that little jersey girl in the see-through top,
With the pedal pushers, suckin' on a soda pop
Well I'll bet that she's still a virgin 
But it's only twenty-five to nine
You can see a million of 'em on heartattack and vine
Better off in Iowa against your scrambled eggs
Then crawlin' down Cahuenga on a broken pair of legs
You'll find your ignorance is blissful ev'ry goddamn time
You're waiting for the RTD on heartattack and vine
Boney's high on china white
Shorty found a punk
Don't you know there ain't no devil?
That's just God when he's drunk
Well, this stuff'll probably kill you lets do another line
What you say you meet me down at heartattack and vine

Harlem Shuffle
Composer(s): Earl Nelson; Bob Relf
Performer(s): The Rolling Stones



You move it to the left 
And you go for yourself 
You move it to the right 
Yeah if it takes all night 
Now take it kinda slow 
With a whole lot of soul 
Don't move it too fast 
Just make it last 

You scratch just like a monkey 
Yeah you do real cool 
You slide it to the limbo 
Yeah how low can you go? 
Now come on baby 
Don't fall down on me now 
Just move it right here 
To the Harlem shuffle 
Yeah yeah yeah to the Harlem shuffle 
Yeah yeah yeah to the Harlem shuffle 

Hitch hitch hike baby 
Across the floor 
I can't stand it no more 
Now come on baby 
Now get into your slide 
Just ride ride ride 
Little pony, ride! 

Yeah yeah yeah do the Harlem shuffle 
Yeah yeah yeah do the Harlem shuffle 
Do the Monkey shine 
Yeah yeah yeah shake a tail feather baby 
Yeah yeah yeah shake a tail feather baby 
Yeah yeah yeah do the Harlem shuffle 
Yeah yeah yeah do the Harlem shuffle 
Yeah like your mother told you how 
Yeah yeah yeah do the Harlem shuffle 
Yeah yeah yeah do the Harlem shuffle

Spanish Bombs
Composer(s): Joe Strummer - Mick Jones
First release by: The Clash - 1979
Covered by multiple other artists



Spanish songs in Andalucia
The shooting sites in the days of '39
Oh, please, leave the vendanna open
Fredrico Lorca is dead and gone
Bullet holes in the cemetery walls
The black cars of the Guardia Civil
Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica
I'm flying in a DC 10 tonight

Spanish bombs, yo tequierro y finito
Yote querda, oh mi corazon
Spanish bombs, yo te quierro y finito
Yo te querda, oh mi corazon

Spanish weeks in my disco casino
The freedom fighters died upon the hill
They sang the red flag
They wore the black one
But after they died it was Mockingbird Hill
Back home the buses went up in flashes
The Irish tomb was drenched in blood
Spanish bombs shatter the hotels
My senorita's rose was nipped in the bud

Spanish bombs, yo tequierro y finito
Yote querda, oh mi corazon
Spanish bombs, yo te quierro y finito
Yo te querda, oh mi corazon

The hillsides ring with "Free the people"
Or can I hear the echo from the days of '39?
With trenches full of poets
The ragged army, fixin' bayonets to fight the other line
Spanish bombs rock the province
I'm hearing music from another time
Spanish bombs on the Costa Brava
I'm flying in on a DC 10 tonight
Spanish songs in Andalucia, Mandolina, oh mi corazon
Spanish songs in Granada, oh mi corazon

Heartaches By The Number
((German Version: Ich Zähle Täglich Meine Sorgen (by Peter Alexander))
Composer(s): Harlan Howard
Performer(s): Ray Price - 1959
and multiple other artists



Heartache Number One was when you left me
I never knew that I could hurt this way
Heartache Number Two was when you came back again
You came back and never meant to stay
Now I've got heartaches by the number
Troubles by the score
Everyday you love me less
Each day I love you more
Now I've got heartaches by the number
A love that I can't win
But the day that I stop counting
That's the day my world will end
Heartache Number Three was when you called me
And told me you was coming to stay
With hoping heart I waited for your knock on the door
I waited but you must have lost your way
Now I've got heartaches by the number
Troubles by the score
Everyday you love me less
Each day I love you more
Now I've got heartaches by the number
A love that I can't win
But the day that I stop counting
That's the day my world will end
Ah the day that I stop counting
That's the day my world will end

Harlem Nocturne
Composer(s): Earle Hagen
Performer(s): Mel Tormé



A nocturne for the blues played on a broken heart string
It's wailing out the news my baby is gone from me
Dark shadows in the rain, a telephone that won't ring
Just memories remain of lovers that used to be
I miss the laughs and the fun, my spot in the sun
When I was the one one and only
The music and lights, those wonderful nights
The morning is the time we'd kiss
The laughs and the fun, my days in the sun
They're over and done, and I'm lonely
Don't ask me to hide the heartbreak inside
The gleam - ing spark is gone, the light went dark
This nocturn for the blues took all and left me nothing
Nothing but the blues 'til baby comes back to me

When Spirits Are Calling My Name
Composer(s): Peter Dahl - Linda Jansson - Thomas Holmstrand
First performance by: Roger Pontare - 2000



I am caught in a trap, there is no turning back, I'm finally facin' the fear
The sky is on fire, and up with the flames, my hope and my dreams disappear
So bring me the power, I'll be the king of the land and the seas
Show me the way to go, let me fight with my body and soul
 
Let me be the native son with freedom in my heart
Life will never be the same when spirits are calling my name
My name...
 
Let me out of the darkness, the shadow of pain, and I'm keepin' my promise to you
My people, my spirit, the home of my heart - you're with me wherever I go
So bring me the power, I'll be the king of the land and the seas
I've got a way to go, let me fight with my body and soul
 
Let me be the native son with freedom in my heart
Life will never be the same when spirits are calling my name
My name...
 
So bring me the power, I'll be the king of the land and the seas
I've got a way to go, let me fight with my body and soul
 
Let me be the native son with freedom in my home
Life will never be the same when spirits are calling my name
 
Spirits are calling my name

Heartaches
Composer(s): John Klenner; Al Hoffman
Performer(s): Ted Weems;
and various other artists



Heartaches
Heartaches
My loving you meant only heartaches
Your kiss was such a sacred thing to me
I can't believe it's just a burning memory
Heartaches
Heartaches
What does it matter how my heart breaks?
I should be happy with someone new
But my heart aches for you

Harden My Heart
Composer(s): Marvin Ross
Performer(s): Quarterflash;
and various other artists



Cryin' on the corner, waitin' in the rain
I swear I'll never, ever wait again
You gave me your word..but words for you are lies

Darlin' in my wildest dreams, I never thought I'd go
But it's time to let you know....oh...

Chorus:
I'm gonna harden my heart
I'm gonna swallow my tears
I'm gonna turn...and...leave you here.....

All of my life I've been waitin' in the rain
I've been waiting for a feeling...that never, ever came
It feels so close, but always disappears....

Darlin', in your wildest dreams, you never had a clue...
But it's time you got the news......oooo....

Repeat Chorus

I'm gonna harden my heart
I'm gonna swallow my tears
I'm gonna harden my heart
I'm gonna swallow my tears
Harden my heart...harden my heart...
swallow my tears
I'm gonna harden my heart....

Spam Song
Composer(s): Terry Jones - Michael Palin - Fred Tomlinson
Performer(s): Monty Python's Flying Circus



Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam!
Lovely Spaaam! Wonderful Spaaam!
Lovely Spaaam! Wonderful Spam
Spa-a-a-a-a-a-a-am
Spa-a-a-a-a-a-a-am
Spa-a-a-a-a-a-a-am
Spa-a-a-a-a-a-a-am

Lovely Spaaam! (Lovely Spam!)
Lovely Spaaam! (Lovely Spam!)
Lovely Spaaam!

Spaaam, Spaaam, Spaaam, Spaaaaaam! 

Heartache Tonight
Composer(s): Glenn Frey; Don Henley;
Bob Seger; J.D. Souther
Performer(s): The Eagles;
and various other artists



Somebody's gonna hurt someone
Before the night is through
Somebody's gonna come undone
There's nothin' we can do

Everybody wants to touch somebody
If it takes all night
Everybody wants to take a little chance
And make it come out right

There's gonna be a heartache tonight
A heartache tonight, I know
There's gonna be a heartache tonight
A heartache tonight, I know
Lord, I know

Some people like to stay out late
Some folks can't hold out that long
But nobody wants to go home now
There's too much goin' on

This night is gonna last forever
Last all, last all summer long
Sometimes before the sun comes up
The radio is gonna play that song

There's gonna be a heartache tonight
A heartache tonight, I know
There's gonna be a heartache tonight
A heartache tonight, I know
Lord, I know

There's gonna be a heartache tonight
The moon's shinin' bright
So turn out the light
And we'll get it right
There's gonna be a heartache tonight
A heartache tonight, I know

Somebody's gonna hurt someone (somebody)
Before the night is through
Somebody's gonna come undone
There's nothin' we can do (everybody)

Everybody wants to touch somebody
If it takes all night
Everybody wants to take a little chance
And make it come out right

There's gonna be a heartache tonight
A heartache tonight, I know
There's gonna be a heartache tonight
A heartache tonight, I know
Let's go

We can beat around the bushes
We can get down to the bone
We can leave it in the parkin' lot
But either way there's gonna be a -
Heartache tonight, a heartache tonight
I know
Oh, I know
There'll be a heartache tonight
A heartache tonight, I know

Hard Core Poetry
Composer(s): Dennis Lambert; Brian Potter
Performer(s): Tavares; The 5th Dimension



It depends on who is looking at the tenement walls
Whether he's coming home or passing through
You can walk the streets and find so much to criticize
But that would be the easy thing to do
'Coz there's beauty in the concrete
If you see it with your heart
The sidewalks only hurt you
If you hate them from the start

This is a song not necessarily sweet
I'll pass it on to folks that I never will meet
And if my words don't make history
Just call it hardcore poetry

You can blame the world if troubles come
And knock at your door
Let your weakness cut you down to size
If you find some fault with everything surrounding you
Maybe it's your narrow-minded eyes
'Coz there's music in the city
If your ear is to the ground
Only nonbelievers never hear a single sound

This is a song not necessarily sweet
I'll pass it on to folks that I never will meet
And if my words don't make history
Just call it hardcore poetry

La Vita Cos'è
First performance by: Jane Bogaert - 2000



Mi sveglio al mattino
Il caffè ancora caldo di ieri
La pioggia sulla finestra
Che legge nei miei pensieri

Mi chiedo dove sei amore lontano
Il telefono non ha suonato
Quel tuo sorriso mi fa impazzire
Non posso più aspettare

So che non era facile, il cuore mio così fragile
Si accende in un momento e vola via con il vento
Mi sento una piccola onda nel mare, azzurro dell'amore
Adesso nei miei giorni ci sei tu

La vita cos'è? La vita dov'è?
Una spina nel cuore che mi crea dolore
Se tu non ci sei

La vita dov'è? La vita cos'è?
Un palco d'amore ma l'applauso non c'é
Se tu non ci sei

Dividi con me il mondo, fammi vivere ogni giorno
Per restare accesa come la luce di una stella
Vivere un amore nel cielo, non c'è una cosa più bella
Stringimi più forte, baciami

La vita cos'è? La vita dov'è?
Una spina nel cuore che mi crea dolore
Se tu non ci sei

La vita dov'è? la vita cos'è?
Un palco d'amore ma l'applauso non c'é
Se tu non ci sei

Se tu non ci sei

Heartache No. 9
Composer(s): David Grant; Evan Rogers; Carl Sturken
Performer(s): Hot Chocolate; Pauli Carman



Heartache number nine - heartache number nine

You look like a dream
but it's obscence the way you play your game
You treat them like a number without a name
Lovers used
their hearts abused
I'm gone without a trace
Don't you know it's time to mend your ways?

Don't wanna be heartache number nine 
I'm not gonna play that part
I'm gonna be the one to change your mind

You're never gonna break my heart

When I'm down I'll be the only one

I'll never be known as heartache number nine
One to three were way before me

and four was a friend of mine 
They fail for your lies time after time
Five and six were here and gone
they didn't last too long

And seven and eight were next in line

Don't wanna be heartache number nine 

It's been eight times that love's walked in and out of your life

But it's all in the past 'cause I'm here to stay
oh baby

Heartache number nine - heartache number nine 
When I'm down I'll be the only one

I'll never be known as heartache number nine

Heartache number nine
Don't wanna be heartache number nine - heartache number nine

Hard, Ain't It Hard
Composer(s): Woody Guthrie
Performer(s): The Kingston Trio;
and various other artists



Oh well it’s hard, ain’t it hard, ain’t it hard
To love one who never did love you
Oh well it’s hard, ain’t it hard, ain’t it hard Great God
To love one who never will be true 

Well there is a house in this old town
And that’s where my true love lays around
And she sits down upon another’s knee (do tell)
And tells him what she never will tell me

Oh well it’s hard, ain’t it hard, ain’t it hard (oh yes)
To love one who never did love you
Oh well it’s hard, ain’t it hard, ain’t it hard Great God
To love one who never will be true 

Oh well the first time I seen my true love
She was a’standing a’by my door
And the last time I seen her false-hearted smile
She was dead on that barroom floor (porter) 

Oh well it’s hard, ain’t it hard, ain’t it hard (oh yes)
To love one who never did love you
Oh well it’s hard, ain’t it hard, ain’t it hard Great God
To love one who never will be true 

Well who’s gonna kiss your ruby lips?
Who’s gonna hold your little hand?
And who’s gonna do, well--you know what!
When I’m down in that promised land? (hey) 

Oh well it’s hard, ain’t it hard, ain’t it hard (oh yes)
To love one who never did love you
Oh well it’s hard, ain’t it hard, ain’t it hard Great God
To love one who never will be true (pick it) 

Oh well don’t drinkin’ and gamblin’
Don’t go there your sorrows for to drown
Oh well this hard liquor place is a low down disgrace
It’s the meanest darn place in this town

Oh well it’s hard, ain’t it hard, ain’t it hard (oh yes)
To love one who never did love you
Oh well it’s hard, ain’t it hard, ain’t it hard Great God
To love one who never will be true (here we go) 

Oh well it’s hard, ain’t it hard, ain’t it hard (oh yes)
To love one who never did love you
Oh well it’s hard, ain’t it hard, ain’t it hard Great God
To love one who never will be true

Spam
((Adapted from: Stand - 1988 (by R.E.M.))
Composer(s): Bill Berry - Peter Buck - Mike Mills - Michael Stipe
Performer(s): "Weird Al" Yankovic - 1989



Spam in the place where I live (ham and pork)
Think about nutrition, wonder what's inside it now (oh boy)
Spam in my luchbox at work (it's the best)
Really makes a darn good sandwhich any way you slice it at all

If you're running low, go to the store
Carry some money to help you buy more
The tab is there to open the can
The can is there to hold in the spam

Oh, spam on the table at home (ham and pork)
Think about selection, are there different flavors now (let's eat)
Spam in my office at work (it's the best)
Think about the stuff its made from, wonder if it's mystery of meat

If you need a spoon, keep one around
Carry a thermose to help wash it down
Now, if there's some left, don't just throw it out
Use it for spackle or bathroom grout, now

Spam in my pantry at home (have some more)
Think of expiration, better read the lable (oh boy)
Spam breakfast, dinner, or lunch (it's the best)
Think about how it's been precooked, wonder if I'll just eat it cold

Now, once you start in, you can't put it down
Don't leave it sitting or it'll turn brown
The key is going to open the tin
The tin is there to keep the spam in

Oh, spam (spam)
Ham and pork
Think about nutrition, wonder what's inside it now (oh boy)
Spam (spam)
It's the best
Really makes a darn good sandwich any way you slice it

Spam in the place where I live (have some more)
Think about addiction, wonder if I'm a junkie now (let's eat)
Spam in the place where I work (you're obsessed)
Think about the way it's processed, wonder if it's some kind of meat

Spam in the back of my car (ham and pork)
Spam any place that you are (ham and pork)
The tab is there to open the can (spam any place that you are) (ham and pork)
The can is there to hold in the spam (spam any place that you are) (ham and pork) 

Heart! (I Hear You Beating)
Composer(s): Barry Mann - Cynthia Weil
First release by: Wayne Newton and The Newton Bros. - 1963
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1963 - Cuore (Rita Pavone)
1987 - Rotzooi? Je Zegt 'T Maar! (André Hazes)



Oh, heart
I hear you beating
But her heart just
Ain't beating like you

Oh, heart
You gotta watch out now
Or else she's gonna
Break you in two

Oh, heart, you better believe me
Save yourself for somebody new

Don't make such a fuss
There's no hope for us
She don't care the
Way that you do

Oh, heart
Please stop your pounding
Don't settle yourself for
Something that's wrong

Oh, heart
Now don't let her hear you
Come on now
You gotta be strong

Oh, heart, you better believe me
Save yourself for somebody new

Don't make such a fuss
There's no hope for us
She don't care the
Way that you do

Let me tell you now, heart
(Now be careful, heart)
I'm going crazy
(Now be careful, heart)
Can you hear a word that I say
(Now be careful, heart)

Oh, heart
(Now be careful, heart)
She doesn't want you
(Now be careful, heart)
There's no use
In acting this way
(Now be careful, heart)

Yes, I'm telling you, heart
(Won't you be careful, heart)
You better believe me
(Won't you be careful, heart)
Save yourself for somebody new
(Won't you be careful, heart)

Don't make such a fuss
There's no hope for us
She don't care the
Way that you do
(Now be careful, heart)

Yes, I'm telling you, heart
(Won't you be careful, heart)
You better watch out
(Now be careful, heart)

I'm telling you, heart, heart, heart
(Won't you be careful, heart)
Now watch out, you heart
(Won't you be careful, heart).....