A Question Of Honour
Composer(s): Frank Peterson
Performer(s): Sarah Brightman; Weltiga



Ebbene? ... N'andr lontana
Come va l'eco della pia camana
L, fra la neve bianca
L, fra le nubi d'or
L, dov' la speranza, la speranza
Il rimpianto, il rimpianto, e il dolor!
Well? I will go far
As the echo of the devout bell goes
Here, between the snow white woman
Here, between clouds of or
Here, dov' it is the hope, the hope
The regret, the regret, and the dolor!

Ebbene? ... N'andr lontana
L, dov' la speranza, la speranza
Il rimpianto
Sola e lontana!
Well? N' I will go far
Here, dov' it is the hope, the hope
The regret
Single and far!

Two men collide
When two men collide, when two men collide
It's a question of honour
Two men collide
When two men collide, when two men collide
It's a question of honour
Two men collide
When two men collide, when two men collide

If you win or you lose, it's a question of honour
And the way that you choose, it's a question of honour

I can't tell what's wrong or right
If black is white or day is night
But I know when two men collide
It's a question of honour

If you win or you lose, it's a question of honour
And the way that you choose, it's a question of honour
If you win or you lose, it's a question of honour
And the way that you choose, it's a question of honour

I can't tell what's wrong or right
If black is white or day is night
I know when two men collide
It's a question of honour

Ebbene? ... N'andr lontana
Come l'eco della pia campana
L, fra la neve bianca
L, fra le nubi d'or
N'andr, n'andr sola e lontana!
E fra le nubi d'or!
Well? N' I will go far
Like the echo of the devout bell
Here, between the snow white woman
Here, between clouds of or
N' I will go, n' I will go single and far!
And between clouds of or! 

Hurt So Bad
Composer(s): Teddy Randazzo; Bobby Wilding; Bobby Hart
Performer(s): Linda Ronstadt



I know you
Don't know what I'm going through
Standing here looking at you

Well let me tell you that it hurts so bad
It makes me feel so sad
It makes me hurt so bad to see you again

Like needles and pins
People say "you've been making out okay
He's in love don't stand in his way"

Well let me tell you that it hurts so bad
It makes me feel so sad
It's gonna hurt so bad if you walk away
Click here to listen
Why don't you stay and let me make it up to you
I'll do anything you want me to
You loved me before please love me again
I can't let you go back to her
Please don't go
Please don't go

Please don't go
Please don't go
Hurt so bad
Come back it hurts so bad
Don't make it hurt so bad
I'm begging you please

Oooooh oh oh oh
Come back it hurts so bad
Come back it hurts so bad
I'm begging you please
Oh! No!
Noooooo!

A Que No Te Vas
Composer(s): Manuel Alejandro
Performer(s): Raphael



A que no, a que no te vas
A que no te atreves a marcharte para siempre
Como juras que lo harás
A que no te vas
A que sigues aguantando aquí a mi lado
Lo que tengas que aguantar
A que no te atreves ni siquiera a abrir la puerta
Por si yo no te reclamo y te tienes que marchar
A que no te vas, a que no te vas
A que no te vas, a que no, a que no
A que no te vas
A que no te vas
A pesar de lo que sabes que yo hago
A que no te vas
Porque en realidad tu prefieres estas cartas que te he dado
A quedarte sin jugar
A que se te olvida en un momento lo que dices
Y me besas como loca y me vuelves a besar
A que no te vas, a que no te vas
A que no te vas, a que no, a que no
A que no, a que no te vas
A que no te vas
A que sigues como perro aquí a mi lado
Hasta que te diga ya
A que no te vas
Porque vives por mi amor obsesionada
Y no puedes renunciar
Y aunque siga siendo como ahora y siempre he sido
Como tú me has conocido porque no quiero cambiar
A que no te vas, a que no te vas
A que no te vas, a que no, a que no
A que no te vas, a que no te vas 

Hurt Me So Bad
Composer(s): Billy Lawrie; Lulu; David Tyson
Performer(s): Lulu



You hurt me so bad
I was building a palace in my mind
just for you and me
I made you the centre of my world 
though you couldn't see
I thought we'd walk together
The road would run forever
I can follow no further
till I get commitment from you 
Whatchya gonna do?
Oh baby
What kind of answer is maybe? 
Oh, oh-oh-oh
You hurt me so bad
Oh baby
Thought you were the last train to safety 
Oh, oh-oh-oh
You hurt me so bad
In this world of indifference 
I expected so much more from you 
But the more that I listen
the less I believe is true
I've got understanding
Now my heart's commanding
I can follow no further
till I get an answer from you
Whatchya gonna do?
Oh baby...

A Purple Cow
Composer(s): Fred Spielman - Paul Francis Webster
Performer(s): Doris Day; Paul Weston & His Orch.



The very day the day we kissed
I went to see my occulist
The occulist said "I insist, it looks like love

I never thought I'd ever see a purple cow
I never thought I'd hear a butter fly meouw
I never thought I'd see these funny things somehow
But you've got me seeing them now

I never thought I'd ever see a green giraffe
I never thought I'd ever see a waltzing calf
I never thought I'd see a weeping willow laugh
But you've got me seeing them now

Ev'rything's hazy, upside down above
Don't think I'm crazy
I'm in Love, I'm in Love, I'm in Love

I never thought I'd ever see a purple cow
You gotta be in love to see a purple Cow
But since the day you kissed me, Baby
Take a bow, 'cause you've got me seein' one now

I never thought I'd ever see a purple cow
You gotta be in love to see a purple Cow
But since the day you kissed me, baby
Take a bow, 'cause you've got me seein' one now
Better than bein' one
You've got me seein' one now

Hurt Her Once For Me
Composer(s): Johnny Russell; Vince Finneran
Performer(s): The Wilburn Brothers



She's all hang up on you 
She'll do what you want her to
One look at you and she walk out on me
But I know all about your plan 
You gonna hurt her all you can
So buddy hurt her once for me
Lie to her like she lied to me 
Build her up then laugh at her like she laughed at me
She put me down real low 
I tried not to let it show
But she made sure that everyone could see
I'm puttin' my money on you 
I know you gotta make her blue
So buddy hurt her once for me

Lie to her like she lied to me 
Build her up then laugh at her like she laughed at me
You're the only man around I know that can put her down
And show her a taste of pain and misery
Oh I won't be satisfied no 
Not until I know she's cried 
So buddy hurt her once for me

A Pub With No Beer
((Dutch Version: Café Zonder Bier (by Bobbejaan Schoepen))
Composer(s): Gordon Parsons
Performer(s): Slim Dusty
and multiple other artists



Oh it's lonesome away from your kindred and all 
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call 
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear 
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer 

Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come 
There's a faraway look on the face of the bum 
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer 
What a terrible place is a pub with no beer 

The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat 
He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat 
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer 
When the barman says suddenly: "The pub's got no beer!" 

Then in comes the swagman, all covered with flies 
He throws down his roll, wipes the sweat from his eyes 
But when he is told he says, "What's this I hear? 
I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer!"

There's a dog on the verandah, for his master he waits 
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates 
He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear 
It's no place for a dog round a pub with no beer 

Old Billy, the blacksmith, the first time in his life 
Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife 
He walks in the kitchen; she says: "You're early, Bill dear" 
Then he breaks down and he tells her that the pub's got no beer 

So it's lonesome away from your kindred and all 
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call 
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear 
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer

Hurt
Composer(s): Jimmy Crane; Al Jacobs
Performer(s): Roy Hamilton;
and various other artists



I'm so hurt to think that you lied to me
I'm hurt way down deep inside of me
You said your love was true
And we'd never, ever part
Now you've found someone new
And it breaks my heart

I'm hurt, much more than you'll ever know
Yes, Darling, I'm so hurt
Because I still love you so
And even though you hurt me
Like nobody else could ever do
I would never hurt, hurt you

Hurt
Composer(s): Trent Reznor
Performer(s): Johnny Cash;
and various other artists



I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end

You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear my crown of shit
On my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stain of time
The feeling disappears
You are someone else
I am still right here
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end

You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

À Propos De Mon Père
Composer(s): M. Benoit - M. Mallory
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday



Je l'ai inventé tout entier
Il a fini par exister
Je l'ai fabriqué comme j'ai pu
Ce père que je n'ai jamais eu

J'imagine ma main d'enfant
À l'abri dans la main de grand
Le seul homme en qui j'aurais cru
Ce père que je n'ai jamais eu

On m'a donné on m'a donné la vie
Tant pis si je ne sais pas qui
Je garderai la part du rêve
J'en referai toute ma vie

N'en parlez pas, n'y touchez pas
Vous qui ne le connaissez pas
Il n'y a qu'en moi qu'il ai vécu
Ce père que je n'ai jamais eu

Il est parti vers un horizon, vers l'oubli
Il dort pour une longue nuit
J'imaginerai tout le reste
Oh! Et j'imaginerai sa vie

Il était mon premier secret
Et je disais qu'il existait
Et j'ai menti tant que j'ai pu
Pour ce père que je n'ai pas eu
Oh! Pour ce père que je n'ai pas eu
Oh! Pour ce père que je n'ai pas eu

Hurt
Composer(s): Al Piantadosi; Harold Solomon
Performer(s): Al Bowlly



I’m hurt, ‘cos I believed in you
Hurt, ‘cos you deceived me, true
I forgive you, and you will always
Live in all my memories

I pray your every dream comes true
That’s my fondest wish for you
If you’re happy, then I congratulate you
Though I feel so hurt

What I Want Is A Proper Cup Of Coffee
Composer(s): Bert Lee - R.P. Weston
Performer(s): Trout Fishing In America



A Sultan sat on his oriental mat, in his harem in downtown Persia
He took a sip of coffee, just a drip, and he said to his servant Kersia
"Ah, curse ya, curse ya, curse ya
That's the worst cup of coffee in Persia!"

"`Cause...
All I want is a proper cup of coffee, made in a proper copper coffee pot
I may be off my dot, but I want a proper coffee in a proper copper pot
Iron coffee pots and tin coffee pots, they are no use to me!
If I can't have a proper cup of coffee in a proper copper coffee pot, I'll have a cup of tea!"

In days of old when knights and men were bold, and whiskey was much cheaper
Burt Turpin rode to a coffee shop and showed his pistols to the keeper
He said "Stand and deliver! 
Can't you see that I'm all a'quiver?"

"`Cause...
All I want is a proper cup of coffee, made in a proper copper coffee pot
I may be off my dot, but I want a proper coffee in a proper copper pot
Iron coffee pots and tin coffee pots, they are no use to me!
If I can't have a proper cup of coffee in a proper copper coffee pot, I'll have a cup of tea!"

When Bonaparte found that he was in the cart and he lost that Waterloo fight
He gave his sword to Wellington, my Lord, and he said "Those British can't half fight
Now you've had your Waterloo, sir, tell me what am I having with you, sir?"

"`Cause...
All I want is a proper cup of coffee, made in a proper copper coffee pot
I may be off my dot, but I want a proper coffee in a proper copper pot
Iron coffee pots and tin coffee pots, they are no use to me!
If I can't have a proper cup of coffee in a proper copper coffee pot, I'll have a cup of tea!"

Now King Solomon and his queen would carry on, so we heard in the ancient scandals
He bought her lots of silver coffee pots with diamond legs and handles
And said the Queen of Sheba, "I'd rather have any old tea-bag..."

"`Cause...
All I want is a proper cup of coffee, made in a proper copper coffee pot
I may be off my dot, but I want a proper coffee in a proper copper pot
Iron coffee pots and tin coffee pots, they are no use to me!
If I can't have a proper cup of coffee in a proper copper coffee pot, I'll have a cup of tea!"

"`Cause...
All I want is a proper cup of coffee, made in a proper copper coffee pot
I may be off my dot, but I want a proper coffee in a proper copper pot
Iron coffee pots and tin coffee pots, they are no use to me!
If I can't have a proper cup of coffee in a proper copper coffee pot, I'll have a cup of tea!"

"`Cause...
All I want is a proper cup of coffee, made in a proper copper coffee pot
I may be off my dot, but I want a proper coffee in a proper copper pot
Iron coffee pots and tin coffee pots, they are no use to me!
If I can't have a proper cup of coffee in a proper copper coffee pot, I'll have a cup of tea!"

Hurry Up
Composer(s): Sharon Sheeley
Performer(s): Ritchie Valens



Hurry up, before I get another date
Hurry up, well it's gettin' awful late
Well I told you when I walked you home
And I told you on the telephone
That I'd be here at a quarter to nine
Oh little girl ain't you ever on time
Nothin' bugs me baby like a-havin' to wait
But it always seems to happen everytime we have a date
Hurry up, well c'mon let's go
Hurry up, we'll be late for the show
Hurry up, oh yeah, hurry up 

We got to the movie baby wouldn't you know
The only seats I saw were in the very last row
I there sat down and I tried to watch the show
When you look at your watch, you say c'mon let's go

A Profound And Beautiful Sadness
Composer(s): Derroll Adams
Performer(s): Derroll Adams



A profound and beautiful sadness
Was the passage of all times
I hear the wind - the rain is falling
Through it all I hear time calling
And years go by like a silent cry

And there as a child my heart was thrilled
And all the dreams that speak to me still
And now my heart feels sad
Memories too - so many bad
A profound and beautiful sadness
Was the passage of all times
I hear the wind - the rain is falling
Through it all I hear time calling
And years go by like a silent cry

And there as a child my heart was thrilled

Hurry Home To Me
Composer(s): Bernie Wayne; Teddy Powell
Performer(s): The Beverley Sisters



I love you, I love you
Oh how I love you
I miss you, I miss you
Hurry home to me

I need you, I need you
Oh how I need you
My darling, my darling
Hurry home to me

My heart will keep yearning
My love will keep burning
Till you'll be returning 
Returning to me darling

Remember, remember
Always remember
I love you, I love you
Hurry home to me

Darling I love you, love you
Oh how I'm loving you
Miss you, miss kissing you
Hurry home to me

My heart, my heart will yearn dear
My love, my love will burn dear
Till you'll be returning
Returning to me darling

Remember 
Always remember
I love you, I love you
Hurry home, never to roam
From me

A Product Of ...
Performer(s): Thompson Twins



I live alone
Above the station
A product of...
My Lord's creation
And in this town of disco heat
The dancing of a thousand feet

Nah Nah, Nah Nah, Nah Nah
oh, oh, oh
Nah Nah, Nah Nah, Nah

Nah Nah, Nah Nah, Nah Nah
oh, oh, oh
Nah Nah, Nah Nah, Nah

I work inside the children's city
They treat me as the Lord and maker
And in this town of stops and starts
The beating of a thousand hearts

Nah Nah, Nah Nah, Nah Nah
oh, oh, oh
Nah Nah, Nah Nah, Nah

I can see
Just by using my eyes I can see
It's really no surprise in the park
Along the pathway I can walk
In a sullen way
Late at night
I'm walking back
Funny music inside my head
And when my imagination runs
The shooting of a thousand guns

Nah Nah, Nah Nah, Nah Nah
oh, oh, oh
Nah Nah, Nah Nah, Nah

('til the end of time)

Hurricane
Composer(s): Kledir Ramil; Fogaça
Performer(s): Pedro Aznar



The clear waters of day shining over the wheat fields
Mornings of grape and wine remembering times of peace
The taste of cold at dawn, the bread warmer than the sun
I think of the cold that now inhabits my heart

There is, in the eyes of the people, the same great sadness
because the arms of steel stop us like dams

But what they don't know, what they will never know
is that here in our land, from the mountains to the sea
blows a light breeze that will become a hurricane
Ah, but they don't know that one day it will be a hurricane

Friend, keep your mind alive and alert to deceit
that the right time, the precise moment, will come sooner or later
May your little children know that it is a long and hard journey
that neither pain, wood or time can bend a wild heart

Prize Of Gold
Composer(s): Hinen - Lee - Washington
Performer(s): Joan Regan



Why do people crave for fortune
Everything their eyes behold
What’s the good of fame and fortune
Love is the prize of gold

If you have the stars above you
You’re the heir to wealth untold 
If you have someone to love you
This is the prize of gold

Without romance, the world would be
A world without any charms
While I have you and you have me
We hold the world in our arms

You have to have a heart to sing to
After all your dreams grow old 
If we have our love to cling to
We have the prize of gold

Without romance, the world would be
A world without any charms
While I have you and you have me
We hold the world in our arms

Hurricane
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
First release by: Bob Dylan - 1976
Covered by multiple other artists



Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops"
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that
In Paterson that's just the way things go
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates"
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? 
He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white"

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure"
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow
You'll be doin' society a favor
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim

"Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail
But then they took him to the jail house
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
And though they could not produce the gun
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed

Rubin Carter was falsely tried
The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell
That's the story of the Hurricane
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world

A Prisoner Of The Past
Composer(s): Paddy McAloon
Performer(s): Prefab Sprout



I'm a ghost to you now, I'm someone you don't really wish to see
I'm a ghost to you now, a shadow since you turned your back on me
Maybe you'll learn why it was I shook
Baby your turn to wear the haunted look

This ghost is here to stay
I survived the blast
Get Ready, get ready to pay
I'm taking you at last 
A prisoner of the past
This ghost is here to stay
He survived the blast
Get ready, get ready to say
"I've found my niche at last 
A prisoner of the past"

Anywhere that you go, I'm going to be the welcome there for you
Everywhere that you go - be certain that the table's set for two!
Maybe you'll learn - there's nowhere you can go
Baby you'll turn - as white, as white as snow

This ghost is here to stay
I survived the blast
Get Ready, get ready to pay
I'm taking you at last 
A prisoner of the past
This ghost is here to stay
He survived the blast
Get ready, get ready to say
"I've found my niche at last 
A prisoner of the past"

This ghost is here to stay
I survived the blast
Get Ready, get ready to pay
I'm taking you at last 
A prisoner of the past