Still I Cling To You
(French Version: Je Me Raccroche À Toi)
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Georges Garvarentz
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



I know the signs, I read the warning
To you, I'm only time to kill
Not mean a thing to you
Yet, still I cling to you

Like melodies on (?) Winter mornings
Like snow upon the highest hill
That's how I cling to you
Somehow, I cling to you

If I were wiser I would leave you
Pick up my broken pride and steal away
What is this game you play
Do we have a chain to bind and hold me (?)
Yet, keep yourself one step beyond me
So near, so far away

I tell myself, you'll come to love me
As flowers come alive in Spring
And still I cling to you

At times you want my adoration
You talk of love, of life ???
My soul ??? swings (?) to you
And so, I cling to you

At times you mock my desperation
My ignorance, to laugh, to score (?)
Despite the things you do, in rage (?) I cling to you

Is it just pity you are feeling
These crumbs of comfort that you throw my way
How long can hope survive
How long must this despair continue
If you're so sure, I'll never wave (?) you
Why keep my hope alive

You do not hear the song I sing you
You do not take the gift I bring
Yet still I sing to you
Still I cling to you

Homenagem Ao Malandro
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque;
and various other artists



Eu fui fazer um samba em homenagem
À nata da malandragem
Que conheço de outros carnavais

Eu fui à Lapa e perdi a viagem
Que aquela tal malandragem
Não existe mais

Agora já não é normal
O que dá de malandro regular, profissional
Malandro com aparato de malandro oficial
Malandro candidato a malandro federal
Malandro com retrato na coluna social
Malandro com contrato, com gravata e capital
Que nunca se dá mal

Mas o malandro pra valer
- não espalha
Aposentou a navalha
Tem mulher e filho e tralha e tal

Dizem as más línguas que ele até trabalha
Mora lá longe e chacoalha
Num trem da Central

Hold On, Be Strong
Composer(s): Mira Craig
First performance by: Maria Haukaas Storeng - 2008



Love can be hard sometimes
Yes, it can catch you off guard like bad crimes
Yes, it can make you depressed and angry
Make you say: "Why me, why won't anybody try me?"
 
You might be saying: "Ooh, I don't wanna be lonely"
"Ooh, I don't wanna be by myself"
"Ooh, don't wanna be lonely"
"Why ain't anybody lovin' me?"
 
But there's always someone out there who'll be there for you
There is always someone out there who'll care for you
There's always someone out there who'll be true, true, true
Hold on, hold on, be strong
 
Love can go away forever if you push it
And you have to remember: don't rush it
If it ain't right, it is wrong
And you'll be crying: "Why me, why won't anybody try me?"
 
You might be saying: "Ooh, I don't wanna be lonely"
"Ooh, I don't wanna be by myself"
"Ooh, don't wanna be lonely, oh no no"
"Why ain't anybody lovin' me?"
 
Now, but there's always someone out there who'll be there for you
And there's always someone out there who'll care for you
There's always someone out there who'll be true, true, true
Hold on, hold on, be strong
 
And yes, there's always someone out there who'll be there for you
And there's always someone out there who'll care for you
There's always someone out there who'll be true, true, true
Hold on, hold on, be strong
 
Hold on, hold on, be strong
My child, hold on, hold on, be strong

Homemade Music
Composer(s): Jimmy Buffett; Michael Utley; Russell Kunkel
Performer(s): Jimmy Buffett



I ain't no video king
I still have to sing 
For my supper each night
You may stand on the benches 
I play in the trenches 
Beneath the big spotlights
Lived in a suitcase for half of my years
I've got strange little voices that live in my ears
Hall monster, mall monster
I can't believe the old me no more

Homemade music down in the passion pits
Homemade music lots o grits but no hits
Homemade music is part of my philosophy

Oh cooking is a pleasure
And singing is a treasure 
That most don't find
There ain't no harm in telling
I like to eat my mellon
Right on down to the rind
I had a hippie girlfriend when I was a kid
She died and went to the suburbs most of them did
Raisin' puppies, having yuppies
Where did all the wild ones go

Homemade music ain't on the radio
Homemade music searchin' high and low
Homemade music where did all the good songs go?

First there were records then cassettes and CDs
Bankers and lawyers then came the Japanese
Homemade music still making sense to me

Homemade music so funky and nice
Homemade music sits on very thin ice
But homemade music is part of my philosophy

Homemade music ain't on the radio
Homemade music searchin' high and low
Homemade music where did all the good songs go?

Still Feeling Blue
Composer(s): Gram Parsons
First release by: Gram Parsons & Emmylou Harris - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists



Time can pass and time can heal
But it don't ever pass the way I feel
You went away a long time ago
And why you left I never knew
The lonely days and lonely nights
Guess the world knows I ain't feelin' right
And when you're gone the hours pass so slow
And now I'm still feeling blue

And baby
Since you've walked out of my life
I never felt so low
Can't help but wonder why you had to go

There are many girls but I can't say
They come and go but still I feel this way
And ever since the day you said goodbye
No one treats me like you used to do

I hope you're out and happy now
Doing up the town cause you know how
Every time I hear your name I want to die
And now I'm still feeling blue

All right

And baby
Since you've walked out of my life
I never felt so low
Can't help but wonder why you had to go

I hope you're out and happy now
Doing up the town cause you know how
Every time I hear your name I want to die
And now I'm still feeling blue
And now I'm still feeling blue

Homemade Ice Cream
Composer(s): Tony Joe White
Performer(s): Tony Joe White



Summer nights 
And the living is high
And wouldn't you know it
There's big old full moon risin' up in the sky
And you know it's right the perfect night
For homemade ice cream

I can see those lightning buzz and the river flow
There's an old harmonica playing soft and low
And folks back home out on the front porch
Eating homemade ice cream

But it's a shame that it's only in my mind
'Cause I'm stuck up here in the city
Don't you know it's a pity
I'm grounded in making homemade ice cream

Believe
Composer(s): Jim Beanz - Dima Bilan
First performance by: Dima Bilan - 2008



Even when the thunder and storm begins
I'll be standing strong like a tree in the wind
Nothing's gonna move this mountain
Or change my direction
 
I'm falling off the sky
And I'm all alone
The courage that's inside's gonna break my fall
Nothing's gonna dim my light within
 
But if I keep going on
It will never be impossible
Not today
 
'Cause I've got something to believe in
As long as I'm breathing
There is not a limit to what I can dream
 
'Cause I've got something to believe in
Mission to keep climbing
Nothing else can stop me if I just believe
And I believe in me
 
Even when the world tries to pull me down
Tell me that I can't, try to turn me around
I won't let them put my fire out, without no
 
But if I keep going on
It will never be impossible
Not today
 
Yes, I've got something to believe in
As long as I'm breathing
There is not a limit to what I can dream
 
'Cause I've got something to believe in
Mission to keep climbing
Nothing else can stop me if I just believe
 
And I believe I can do it all
Open every door
Turn unthinkable to reality
You'll see, I can do it all and more
 
Believing, as long as I'm breathing
There is not a limit to what I can dream
Believing, mission to keep climbing
Nothing else can stop me if I just believe
And I believe in me

Homely Girl
Composer(s): Stan McKenney; Eugene Record
Performer(s): The Chi-Lites;
and various other artists



It must have broke your poor little heart
When the boys used to say
You looked better in the dark
Oooh but now they'd give all they learnt in school
To be somewhere in the dark with you (Oh yes they would)

You know the teacher would ask the questions
And you, would always raise your hand
Oooh but somehow you never got your turn
And my eyes would fill with water, inside I'd burn (Oh yes I did)

(Chorus)

Homely girl, she was so lonely
You're a beautiful woman oh yes lonely girl
Homely girl you used to be lonely
You're a beautiful woman oh yeah

There was a boy who used to sit beside you
Who'd like to hold that place his whole life through
Oooh you were beautiful to me
You had a heart no one could ever see, oh yes you did

I was the only one who offered
To carry your books
Took all the stares and laughter
With the dirty looks
But I saw then what they see now
They all want to ask you for a date
They don't know how, they don't know how

(Chorus)

Homely girl, she was so lonely
You're a beautiful woman oh yes lonely girl
Homely girl you used to be lonely
You're a beautiful woman oh yeah

Oooh first they want a chance to hold you
Then they want a chance to try to control you
Oh no, don't you know I got to say it

Still Falls The Rain
Performer(s): Black Sabbath



"Still falls the rain,the veils of darkness shroud the blackened trees
which, contorted by some unseen violence, shed their tired leaves
and bend their boughs toward a gray earth of severed bird wings
Among the grasses, poppies bleed before a gesticulating death
and young rabbits, born dead in traps, stand motionless
as though guarding the silence that surrounds and threatens to engulf all those that would listen 
Mute birds, tired of repeating yesterdays
terrors, huddle together in the recesses of dark corners
heads turned from the dead, black swan that floats upturned in a small pool in the hollow
There emerges from this pool a faint, sensual mist, that traces its way upwards 
to caress the feet of the headless martyr's statue 
whose only achievement was to die too soon, and who couldn't wait to loose
The cataract of darkness forms fully, the long black night begins
yet still by the lake a young girl waits
Unseeing she believes herself unseen
she smiles faintly at the distant tolling bell
and the still falling rain"

Homegrown Tomatoes
Composer(s): Guy Clark
Performer(s): John Denver;
and various other artists



There ain't nothin' in the world that I like better
Than bacon 'n lettuce 'n homegrown tomatoes
Up in the mornin', out in the garden
Get you a ripe one, don't pick a hard 'un
All winter without 'em is a culinary bummer
I forgot all about the sweatin' and the diggin'
Every time I go out and pick me a big 'un

Homegrown tomatoes, homegrown tomatoes
What would life be without homegrown tomatoes?
Only two things that money can't buy
That's true love and homegrown tomatoes

You can go out to eat and that's for sure
But there's nothin' a homegrown tomato won't cure
Put 'em in a salad, put 'em in a stew
You can make your own tomato juice
You can eat 'em with eggs, eat 'em with gravy
You can eat 'em with beans, pinto or navy
Put 'em on the side, put 'em in the middle
Homegrown tomatoes on a hot cake griddle

Homegrown tomatoes, homegrown tomatoes
What would like be without homegrown tomatoes?
Only two things that money can't buy
That's true love and homegrown tomatoes

If I's to change this life I lead
You could call me Johnny Tomatoseed
Cause I know what this country needs
Homegrown tomatoes in every yard you see

When I die don't bury me
In a box in a cold dark cemetery
Out in the garden would be much better
'Cause I could be pushin' up a homegrown tomato

Homegrown tomatoes, homegrown tomatoes
What would like be without homegrown tomatoes?
Only two things that money can't buy
That's true love and homegrown tomatoes

Baila El Chiki Chiki
Composer(s): Rodolfo Chikilicuatre & Friends
First performance by: Rodolfo Chikilicuatre - 2008



¡Perrea! ¡Perrea!
¡Perrea! ¡Perrea!

El chikichiki mola mogollo'n
Lo bailan en la China y tambien en Alcorco'n
Dale chikichiki a esa morenita
Que el chikichiki la pone muy tontita

Lo baila Jose Luis, lo baila bien suave
Lo baila Mariano, mi amor ya tu sabes
Lo bailan los brother, lo baila mi hermano
Lo baila mi mulata con las bragas en la mano

¡Perrea! ¡Perrea!

El Chiki Chiki is a Reaggetton
Dance in Argentina, Serbia and Orego'n
Give el Chiki-Chiki to that little sister
With el Chiki-Chiki She?s gonna like it mister!

Dance it with Alonso, Dance it with Gasol
Dance it with your brothers, all around the world
Dance it with Bardem Dance it with Banderas
Dance with Almodo'var Dance la Macarena

Y el chiki chiki se baila asi'

Uno: el brikindans
Dos: el crusai'to
Tres: el maiquelyason
Cuatro: el robocop

Baila el chikichiki baila el chikichiki
Lo bailan los jevis y tambie'n los friquis
Lo bailan en la ca'rcel, lo bailan en la escuela
Lo baila mi madre y tambie'n mi abuela

Baila el chikichiki baila el chikichiki
Lo bailan los jevis y tambie'n los friquis
Lo bailan en la ca'rcel, lo bailan en la escuela
Lo baila mi madre y tambie'n mi abuela

Lo canta el Tigre Puma con su traje a rayas
Y Juan Carlos le dice ?por que' no te callas?
En el velatorio del Padre Damia'n
Pusieron chikichiki y el muerto echo' a bailar

¡Bailar, bailar, bailar!

Y el chiki chiki se baila asi'

Uno: el brikindans
Dos: el crusai'to
Tres: el maiquelyason
Cuatro: el robocop

¡Perrea! ¡Perrea!

Lo baila Jose Luis, lo baila bien suave
Lo baila Mariano, mi amor ya tu sabes
Lo bailan los bro'del, lo baila mi hermano
Lo baila mi mulata con las bragas en la mano

Y el chiki chiki se baila asi'

Uno: el brikindans
Dos: el crusai'to
Tres: el maiquelyason
Cuatro: el robocop

Uno: el brikindans
Dos: el crusai'to
Tres: el maiquelyason
Cuatro: el robocop

¡Perrea! ¡Perrea! 

Homecoming In Heaven
Composer(s): Walt Breeland; Paul Buskirk; Nelson Gray
Performer(s): George Jones



My years have been many
My loved ones are gone
And I miss them more every day
I'm ready to move to that heavenly home
And I yearn for the day I can say

Take this ring from my finger
These shoes from my feet
Take all of my worldly possessions away
Just leave me my bible
A date I must keep
It's homecoming in heaven for me

I'll kiss my ol' mother
Shake hands with my dad
I know they'll remember their boy
We'll all be so happy
And I'll be so glad
As our cup runneth over with joy!

Take this ring from my finger
These shoes from my feet
Take all of my worldly possessions away
Just leave me my bible
A date I must keep
It's homecoming in heaven for me..

Still Crazy After All These Years
Composer(s): Paul Simon
First release by: Paul Simon - 1975
Covered by multiple other artists



I met my old lover
On the street last night
She seemed so glad to see me
I just smiled
And we talked about some old times
And we drank ourselves some beers
Still crazy after all these years 
Still crazy after all these years

I'm not the kind of man
Who tends to socialise
I seem to lean on
Old familiar ways
And I ain't no fool for love songs
That whisper in my ears
Still crazy after all these years 
Still crazy after all these years

Four in the morning
Crapped out
Yawning
Longing my life away
I'll never worry
Why should I?
It's all gonna fade

Now I sit by my window
And I watch the cars
I fear I'll do some damage
One fine day
But I would not be convicted 
By a jury of my peers
Still crazy
Still crazy 
Still crazy after all these years

Home Where I Belong
Composer(s): Pat Terry
Performer(s): B.J. Thomas;
and various other artists



They say that heaven's pretty
And living here is too
But if they said that I
Would have to choose between the two
I'd go home, going home, where I belong

And sometimes when I'm dreaming
It comes as no surprise
That if you look and see
The homesick feeling in my eyes
I'm going home, going home, where I belong

While I'm here I'll serve him gladly
And sing him all my songs
I'm here, but not for long
And when I'm feeling lonely
And when I'm feeling blue
It's such a joy to know that
I am only passing through

I'm headed home, going home, where I belong

And one day I'll be sleeping,
When death knocks on my door
And I'll awake and find that
I'm not homesick anymore
I'll be home, going home, where I belong

Secret Combination
Composer(s): Konstantinos Pantzis - Poseidon Yannopoulos
First performance by: Kalomira - 2008



Can you see it?
Can you see it you have to discover me?
What goes wrong when I am crying
Or what I want when I'm smiling
 
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it that I'm not a little girl?
You're misunderstanding my way
And all the roles that I like to play
 
My secret combination – it's a mystery for you
Use your imagination, I'm not easy, but I'm true
My secret combination – boy, you have to try it hard
To win a destination in the centre of my heart
 
My secret combination – it's a mystery for you
Use your imagination, I'm not easy, but I'm true
My secret combination – boy, you have to try it hard
To win a destination in the centre of my heart
 
An open book
An open book, well, I'm sorry, I am not
Sometimes I'm acting like a lady
Sometimes woman, sometimes baby
 
My secret combination – it's a mystery for you
Use your imagination, I'm not easy, but I'm true
My secret combination – boy, you have to try it hard
To win a destination in the centre of my heart
 
My secret combination – it's a mystery for you
Use your imagination, I'm not easy, but I'm true
My secret combination – boy, you have to try it hard
To win a destination in the centre of my heart
 
My secret combination – it's a mystery for you
Use your imagination, I'm not easy, but I'm true
My secret combination – boy, you have to try it hard
To win a destination in the centre of my heart
To win a destination in the centre of my heart

Home Was Never Like This
Composer(s): A. Seymour Brown; Albert Gumble



Hiram was a farmer from way up the state 
He came to the city and thought it was great 
He brought his bank-roll and his best Sunday suit 
And when he doll'd all up 
Oh! he was cute! 
Hiram met a stranger, one night on Broadway 
And of course she took him in to a cafe 
People dancing there 
Hiram said, "I declare! 
That's my middle, ding bust it!"

Hiram said, "I'm out just to have a good time 
I don't care for money so "zip" goes a dime! 
I'll send a wire up home and tell them right now 
If you are short of change why just sell a cow!" 
Ev'ry time the music would give him a chance 
Hiram grab'd a chicken and started to dance 
He'd yell "This is great!" 
I'll learn to hesitate 
If I break a leg, by golly!"

Come on and dance with me 
Come on and dance with me 
I feel as young as a boy! 
I want to learn each gol darn step that they do
Teach me ev'ry one that is new! 
I want to learn the whirls 
Dance with the pretty girls 
Don't mind the steps that I miss 

I'll get it! 
Here's where I'm going to stay 
I'll give the farm away
Home was never like this!

Still ... You Turn Me On
Composer(s): Greg Lake
Performer(s): Emerson, Lake & Palmer



Do you want to be an angel
Do you want to be a star
Do you want to play some magic on my guitar?
Do you want to be a poet
Do you want to be my string?
You could be anything
Do you want to be the lover of another
Undercover? You could even be the man on the moon

Do you want to be the player
Do you want to be the string?
Let me just tell you something
It just don't mean a thing
You see it really doesn't matter
when you're buried in disguise
by the dark glass on your eyes
though your flesh has crystalised
Still .... you turn me on

Do you want to be the pillow where I lay my head
Do you want to be the feathers lying in my bed?
Do you want to be a colour cover magazine; create a scene
Every day a little sadder
A little madder
Someone get me a ladder
Do you want to be the singer
Do you want to be the song?
Let me tell you something
you just couldn't be more wrong
You see I really have to tell you
that it all gets so intense
From my experience
It just doesn't seem to make sense
Still .... you turn me on

Home To Myself
Composer(s): Melissa Manchester; Carole Bayer Sager
Performer(s): Melissa Manchester;
and various other artists



I wake up and see
The lights of the day
Shining on me
Make my own time
It's mine to spend
Think to myself
My own best friend
It's not so bad all alone
Coming home to myself
Again

Now I understand
Whatever I feel
Is whoever I am
Watching my life
And how it has grown
Looking on back
To the things I have known
And it's not so bad all alone
Coming home to myself
Again

It's not so bad
To get lost in my tears
And to laugh and to cry
For the years gone by
Oh my, oh my

Now somehow I know
I've come a long way
Gotta long way to go
But something inside
Is making me strong
And in the bad times
I'll get along
Cuz, it's not so bad
All alone coming
home to myself
again

I'm comin' home

Day After Day
Composer(s): Goher Hesenzade - Zahra Badalbayli
First performance by: Elnur & Samir - 2008



For peace we pray
Save us from all fears
Oh Lord, save us...
 
You can feel me in your mind
With every breath you take
Burn the earth with flame of sins
I'll make you feel dismay
 
Our feelings play with us
But you must keep yourself under control
If you're searching for resolves
Be ready for the tolls
 
Show us the right way
Day after day
All fears we must forget
Then better world we'll get
 
If you have the greatest aim
Keep it in your soul
I'll be always by your side
Always in your heart
 
Our dreams can play with us
Even if we think that we keep control
From all horrors of the world
Salvation is love, love
 
The earth is in flame
And you must share the blame
Look inside yourself
We both are there
 
Day after day
Day after day
Day...
 
Day after day
All fears we must forget
Then better world we'll get
Then better world we'll get
Then better world we'll get
Then better world we'll get

Home On The Strange
Composer(s): Geddy Lee; Ben Mink
Performer(s): Geddy Lee



He Sleeps With A Chain Saw
Got Eyes Like An Outlaw
He Takes A Two Smoke Walk
He Don't Like To Talk

And He Don't Like Change
And He Don't Like Change
You May Think He's Deranged
But He'd Rather Be Home
Home.. Home On The Strange

He's A Canadian Icon
He Sleeps With His Clothes On
He Likes To Work With His Hands
He's An Apolitical Man

And He Don't Like Change
And He Don't Like Change
You May Think He's Deranged
But He'd Rather Be Home
Home.. Home On The Strange

One In A Lifetime
One In A World
One In A Life Time
One In A World
One In A Life Time
One In A World

He Sleeps With A Chainsaw
He Sings Fa Fa Fa Fa Fa
He Likes To Work With His Hands
He's An Apolitical Man

And He Don't Like Change
And He Don't Like Change
You May Think He's Deranged
But He'd Rather Be Home
Home.. Home On The Strange

And He Don't Like Change
And He Don't Like Change
You May Think He's Deranged
But He'd Rather Be Home
Home.. Home On The Strange