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Adieu Angélina ((Adapted from: Farewell Angelina) (by Joan Baez) - 1965)) Composer(s): Bob Dylan - Pierre Delanoë - Hugues Aufray Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri - 1967
Versions In Other Languages: 1970 - Addio Angelina (by Bobby Solo) 2006 - Adjö Angelina (by Totta & Wiehe)
Adieu Angélina les cloches de la couronne Ont été volées à l'aube je les entends qui sonnent Et je me dépêche je dois les rattraper Adieu Angélina le ciel est en feu Et je m'en vais
Ce n'est pas la peine d'en faire une affaire Ce n'est pas la peine d'ameuter toute la terre C'est une table vide sur le bord de la mer Adieu Angélina le ciel a tremblé Je dois m'en aller
Les rois et les reines quittent la basse cour Deux cents bohémiennes sont entrées à la cour Dans la salle du tout va rien ne va plus pour moi Adieu Angélina le ciel s'écroule Je te verrai plus tard
Regarde ces pirates dans la Voie Lactée Qui tirent sur des boîtes avec un canon scié Les voisins applaudissent poussent des cris de joie Adieu Angélina le ciel se décolore Je dois me sauver
King Kong et les elfes vont danser sur les toits De longs tangos typiques tandis que de leurs doigts Des maquilleurs s'escriment à fermer les yeux de la mort Adieu Angélina le ciel est trop sombre Je dois m'échapper
Les mitrailleuses crépitent les poupées mobilisent Des bombes au plastique éclatent dans les églises Appelle-moi comme tu veux je ne discute pas Mais adieu Angélina le ciel se déchaîne Je vais chercher la paix
We've Got Tonight Composer(s): Bob Seger Performer(s): Bob Seger
I know it's late, I know you're weary I know your plans don't include me Still here we are, both of us lonely Longing for shelter from all that we see Why should we worry, no one will care girl Look at the stars so far away We've got tonight, who needs tomorrow? We've got tonight babe Why don' you stay?
Deep in my soul, I've been so lonely All of my hopes, fading away I've longed for love, like everyone else does I know I'll keep searching, even after today So there it is girl, I've said it all now And here we are babe, what do you say? We've got tonight, who needs tomorrow? We've got tonight babe Why don't you stay?
I know it's late, I know you're weary I know your plans don't include me Still here we are, both of us lonely Both of us lonely
We've got tonight, who needs tomorrow? Let's make it ast, let's find a way Turn out the light, come take my hand now We've got tonight babe Why don't you stay? Why don't you stay?
Adjö Angelina ((Adapted from: Farewell Angelina) (by Joan Baez) - 1965)) Composer(s): Bob Dylan - Mikael Wiehe Performer(s): Mikael Wiehe & Ebba Forsberg - 2006
Versions In Other Languages: 1967 - Adieu Angélina (by Nana Mouskouri) 1970 - Addio Angelina (by Bobby Solo)
Adjö, Angelina Min kronas juvel har bli'tt stulen av tjuvar Jag måste följa dess sken Trumpeterna klagar så dystert och dovt Adjö, Angelina Himlen står i lågor och jag måste gå
Det finns inget jag ångrar eller önskar tillbaks Det finns inte nå'n orsak till hämnd eller hat Två stolar står tomma på en vindpinad strand Adjö, Angelina Himlen har förändrats och man får gå dit man kan
En kung och en drottning har lämnat sitt slott Ogräset frodas där tronen har stått Där tärnorna dansade finns ingenting kvar Adjö, Angelina Himlen har mörknat och jag ger mej av
Skönheten gråter i odjurets famn Mördarna skjuter till måls på varann' Grannarna skriker av skräck vid vart skott Adjö, Angelina Himlen har gått sönder Jag måste skynda mej bort
Medan sanningen sover sin sötaste sömn blir orätten prisad och lögnen berömd Låt dom döda få sova och vila i frid Adjö, Angelina Himlen är sorgsen och jag bidar min tid
Krigets kanoner mullrar på hållKlockornas visare går emot noll Du kan kalla mej allt man kan kalla nå'n för Adjö, Angelina Himlen har kallnat Jag måste stänga min dörr
We've Got The Gold Composer(s): Nico Performer(s): Nico
We've got the gold, we do not seem too old We've got the gold, we do not seem too old A pity does not bear a single flower A pity does not bear a single flower
Very proud and very poor You're walking on your prison floor A pity does not bear a single flower A pity does not bear a single flower
Very proud and very poor I'm waiting at your prison floor A pity does not bear a single flower A pity does not bear a single flower
We've got the gold, we do not seem too old We've got the gold, we do not seem too old We've got the gold, we do not seem too old
Adeline Composer(s): Félix Gray Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
J'aurais laissé mes rêves d'enfant Mes souvenirs d'adolescent J'aurais fait d'elle une autre loi Même s'il y en a d'autres avant moi Quand Adeline danse comme ça
Rien qu'à la regarder sourire Rien qu'à l'entendre tout me dire Des mots d'amour en porcelaine Des rêves fous derrière le ciel Adeline fait de l'ombre au soleil
Quand elle danse Quand elle danse Même la musique ressemble à du silence Quand elle danse Quand elle danse J'aime la voir briser les rêves de l'innocence Quand Adeline danse
J'aurais tout laissé sans un mot Sans un regret, sans un sanglot Tout abandonné derrière moi Même les rêves que je n'ai pas Quand Adeline danse pour moi
Ouais, j'aurais déchiré toutes les lettres Des amoureux fous des poètes Qui n'ont plus de raison de vivre Ils auraient trop de mal à suivre La danse d'Adeline m'enivre
Quand elle danse Ouais, quand elle danse Même la musique ressemble à du silence Oh! Quand elle danse Quand elle danse J'aime la voir briser les rêves de l'innocence Quand Adeline danse
Ouais, quand elle danse Ouais, quand elle danse Même la musique ressemble à du silence Oh! Quand elle danse Ouais, quand elle danse J'aime la voir briser les rêves de l'innocence
Oh! Quand elle danse Ouais, quand elle danse Même la musique ressemble à du silence Ouais quand elle danse Quand elle danse J'aime la voir briser les rêves de l'innocence Quand Adeline danse
It was April the 41st - it being a quadruple leap year and I was driving in downtown Atlantis My Barracuda was in the shop so I was driving a red Stingray and it was overheating, so I pulled into a Shell station They said I'd blown a seal I said, "Fix the damn thing and leave my private life out of it, okay?"
While they were doing that I went across the street to the Oyster Bar - real dive But I knew the owner, Gill, 'cause he used to play ball the Dolphins I said, "Hi,Gill!" - you have to yell, he's hard of herring
So I bellied up the sand bar, ordered a Rusty Snail, hold the grunion with a peanut butter and jelly fish sandwich on the side, heavy on the maco I was feeling good I even dropped a sand dollar in the box for Jerry's Squids, for the halibut
Well, the place was crowded We were packed in like sardines They were probably there to hear the Big Band sounds of Tommy Dorsil He was rockin' the place with a very popular tuna: Salmon-chanted Evening and the stage was surrounded by screaming groupers - probably there to see the bass player
Well, one of them was this cute little yellow tail, and she's givin' me the eye So I figured this was my chance for a little fun - you know, piece of Pisces... but she said things I just couldn't fathom, she was too deep seemed to be under a lot of pressure And boy could she drink She drank like a... she drank a lot
And then she gives me that same old line, "Not tonight, I gotta haddock" And she wasn't kiddin' either, 'cause in walked the biggest, meanest lookin' haddock I'd ever seen come down the pike He was covered with muscles He said, "Hey, shrimp, don't you come trollin' around here" I said, "Abalone, you're just bein' shelfish"
Well, I could tell there was gonna be trouble and so could Gill 'cause he was already on the phone to the cods The haddock hit me with a sucker punch I landed him with a left hook He eeled over It was a fluke, but there he was lying on the deck flat as a mackerel
I said, "Forget the cods, Gill, this guy's gonna need a sturgeon" Well, the yellow tail was pretty impressed with the way I landed her boyfriend She said, "Hey, big buoy, you're really a game fish What's your name?" I said..., "Marlin"
After that we had a whale of a time I took her to dinner I took her to dance I even bought her a bouquet of flounders, on porpoise And what did I get for my troubles? A case of the clams
Adelante Composer(s): Mario De Jesús Performer(s): Javier Solís
Adelante quién quiera que sea que me esté tocando las puertas del alma Adelante que quiero que vea como estoy llorando de amargo dolor
Es tan difícil controlar tanta amargura que no me importa terminar en la locura Si ya murió mi viejo amor ¿para qué vivo? si ya no tengo valor, si ya no tengo valor de nada sirvo
Adelante, quién quiera que sea que me esté tocando las puertas del alma Adelante que quiero que vea como estoy viviendo como estoy muriendo por mi viejo amor
Adelante, quién quiera que sea que me esté tocando las puertas del alma Adelante que quiero que vea como estoy viviendo como estoy muriendo por mi viejo amor
Western Union Composer(s): Roy Bennett; Sid Tepper Performer(s): Elvis Presley
Western Union Oh, Western Union clickety clack I had a fight with my baby Ooh how sorry I am She won't talk to me no how I'm gonna send a telegram Western Union oh yeah Send my lovin' baby back to me She won't open my letters She won't answer the phone When I'm a-ringin' her doorbell She says there ain't nobody home Western Union oh yeah Send my lovin' baby back to me Western Union oh yeah Send my lovin' baby back to me I love you is my message Just three words and no more If she won't let you deliver Slip it underneath her door Western Union oh yeah Send my lovin' baby back to me Western Union oh yeah Send my lovin' baby back to me
Adelaide, Adelaide Composer(s): Frank Loesser Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
Unaccustomed as I am to getting married I am taking this occasion here to say That me and Adelaide are finally naming the day Though she knows deep in her heart I'm a phoney and I'm a fake She wants five children to start Five's a difficult point to make, but..
Adelaide, Adelaide, ever-loving Adelaide Is taking a chance on me Taking a chance I'll be respectable and nice Give up cards and dice, and go for shoes and rice So gentlemen, deal me out, do not try to feel me out I got no more evenings free (you may scratch me) Since Adelaide, Adelaide, ever loving Adelaide Is taking a chance (talk about your long shot) Taking a chance on me>
Western Movies Composer(s): Cliff Goldsmith; Fred Smith Performer(s): The Olympics; Jive Bunny & The Mastermixers; The Orangu-Tones
To save my soul I can't get a date Baby's got it tuned on channel eight Now Wyatt Earp and the Big Cheyenne They're comin' thru the T.V. shootin' up the land Ah...um...my baby loves the Western movies My baby loves the Western movies Bam, bam, shoot 'em up Pow Ah..um.. My babe loves the Western Movies I call my baby on the telephone To tell her half my head was gone I just got hit by a great big brick She says thanks for reminding me about that Maverick Ah..um...my baby loves the Western movies My baby loves the Western movies Bam, bam, shoot em up pow Ah...um... My baby loves the Western movies Well there's Jeremy Roller and Old Cochise Jim Hardy, Jim Bowie and Sugarfoot They all have gun will travel Give me back my boots and saddle uh huh Here's the story of the certain Wagon Train Mccord A broken arrow has broken my heart A Jefferson Thomas with Bat Masterson Unties my baby and the fight was won Ah..um...my baby loves the Western movies My baby loves the western movies Bam bam shoot em up pow Ah um, my baby loves the western movies
The wisteria on the back verandah is still blooming And all the great aunts are either insane or dead Kensington Road runs straight for a while before turning We lived on the bend it was there I was raised and fed Counting and running as I go Down past the hedges all in a row In Adelaide, Adelaide
Dad's hands used to shake but I never knew he was dying I was thirteen I never dreamed he could fall And all the great aunts were red in the eyes from crying I rang the bells I never felt nothing at all All the king's horses all the king's men Cannot bring him back again
Find me a bar or a girl or guitar where do you go on a Saturday night? I own this town I spilled my wine at the bottom of the statue of Colonel Light And the streets are so wide everybody's inside Sitting in the same chairs they were sitting in last year (This is my town!) All the king's horses all the king's men Wouldn't drag me back again to Adelaide, Adelaide, Adelaide, Adelaide...
Westering Home Composer(s): Hugh S. Robertson Performer(s): The McCalmans; and various other artists
Westering home and a song in the air Light in the eye and its good by to care Laughter o love and a welcoming there Isle of my heart my own land
Tell me a tale of the Orient gay Tell me of riches that come from Cathay Ah but it's grand to be waken at day And find oneself nearer to Islay
And it's westering home with a song in the air Light of me eye and it's goodbye to care Laughter and love are a welcoming there Pride of my heart my own love
Where are the folks like the folks of the west Canty and couthy and kindly, our best There I would hie me and there I would rest At home with my own folks in Islay
And it's westering home with a song in the air Light of me eye and it's goodbye to care Laughter and love are a welcoming there Pride of my heart my own love
Now I'm at home and at home I do lay Dreaming of riches that come from Cathay I'll hop a good ship and be on my way And bring back my fortune to Islay
And it's westering home with a song in the air Light of me eye and it's goodbye to care Laughter and love are a welcoming there Pride of my heart my own love
Address Unknown - not even a trace of you Oh what I'd give to see the face of you I was a fool to stay away from you so long I should have known there'd come a day when you'd be gone
Address Unknown - oh how could I be so blind? Who'd think that you would never be hard to find? >From the place of your birth to the ends of the earth I've searched only to find - only to find - Address Unknown
Address Unknown - honey chile, I ain't even got a trace of ya You know one thing? I'd give anything in the world just to see the face of ya I was a fool to stay away from you and everything else so long I should have been diplomatic and figured that some day You'd be solid gone
Address Unknown - oh how could I be so blind? Who'd think that you would never be hard to find? From the place of your birth to the ends of the earth I've searched only to find - only to find - Address Unknown
Westbound #9 Composer(s): Daphne Dumas; Ronald Dunbar; Edith Wayne Performer(s): Flaming Ember
Catching the westbound number nine Gonna leave this town, leave it far behind Gonna leave while I've got my peace of mind On the westbound number nine
Sittin' on the bank of Holy Creek down by the county line I can hear the sound of Old Boss and Lazy Horse--he's howlin' right on time He's howlin' at the sound of the #9 comin' down the line And my mind catches a ride on the westbound number nine And my mind catches a ride on the westbound number nine
Catching the westbound number nine Gonna leave this town, leave it far behind Gonna leave while I've got my peace of mind On the westbound number nine
My Pa is with his moonshine friends Drinkin Deacon Jones' bathtub gin Deacon Jones preachin' about savin' souls Yellin' out how the whole town is full of sin But like Pa and all the rest He tries to look down Bobbie Sue's low-cut dress And my mind catches a ride on the westbound number nine And my mind catches a ride on the westbound number nine
Ma, I see you're ashamed to look me in the face As if I was nothing but a past mistake Sittin' there at night when Pa comes stumblin' in Full of the Deacon's bathtub gin Swearin' and a-cussin' that I wasn't no kin I heard his name but Ma knows what he should have been
Westbound number nine Gonna leave this town, leave it far behind Gonna leave while I've got my peace of mind On the westbound number nine
Catching the westbound number nine Gonna leave this town, leave it far behind Gonna leave while I've got my peace of mind On the westbound number nine
Addicted To Spuds ((Adapted from: Addicted To Love (by Robert Palmer) - 1985)) Composer(s): Robert Palmer - "Weird Al" Yankovic Performer(s): "Weird Al" Yankovic - 1986
Potato skins, potato cakes Hash browns, and instant flakes Baked or boiled or french fried There's no kind you haven't tried
You planned a trip to Idaho Just to watch potatoes grow I understand how you must feel I can't deny they've got appeal
Whoah You like them whether they are plain or they're stuffed, oh yeah Better face the facts, it seems you can't get enough You know, you're gonna have to face it You're addicted to spuds
Your greasy hands, your salty lips Looks like you found the chips Your belly aches, your teeth grind Some tater tots would blow your mind
And you don't mind if they're not cooked You need your fix, I guess you're hooked And late at night you always dream Of bacon bits and sour cream
Whoah, you like them even if they're lumpy or tough, oh yeah Whee, It's pretty obvious to me you can't get enough You know you're gonna have to face it You're addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds
Ooh yeah
I'm givin' up, it's just no use Another case of spud abuse What can I say, what can I do Potato bug has got me too, Wahoo
I used to hate them, now they're all that I eat, oh yeah Whee, I've often seen then whipped, but they just can't be beat Now I'm gonna have to face it I'm addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
Wervin' Composer(s): Carla Bley Performer(s): Nick Mason
Wervin', we're Wervin' Do you need a doctor? Swervin' and curvin' Are you pocket trained? Do you like to Werve? Do you have the nerve? Do you need a doctor When you start to swerve? Are you pocket trained Goin' 'round a curve? Can you Werve?
Wervin', we're Wervin' Do you save the coupons? Swervin' and curvin' Can I borrow your suit? Can you Werve like a bird Or do you find it absurd? Did you come prepurd? Can I borrow your suit?
Do you find it unnervin' Or pleasantly disturbin' Can you Werve?
Wervin', we're Wervin' Do you have your 'chute? Swervin' and curvin' Does your mother know? Do you worry when you Werve? Are you scared when you swerve? Do you get what you deserve When you go around a curve? I can see your house Have you lost your nerve? Can you Werve? Werve Werve Werve
Addicted To Love ((aka Addicted to Spuds (by "Weird Al" Yankovic) - 1986)) Composer(s): Robert Palmer First release by: Robert Palmer - 1985 Covered by multiple other artists
Your lights are on, but you're not home Your mind is not your own Your heart sweats, your body shakes Another kiss is what it takes
You can't sleep, you can't eat There's no doubt, you're in deep Your throat is tight, you can't breathe Another kiss is all you need
Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love
You see the signs, but you can't read You're runnin' at a different speed Your heart beats in double time Another kiss and you'll be mine, a one track mind
You can't be saved Oblivion is all you crave If there's some left for you You don't mind if you do
Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love Might as well face it, you're addicted to love Might as well face it, you're addicted to love Might as well face it, you're addicted to love Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Your lights are on, but you're not home Your will is not your own You're heart sweats and teeth grind Another kiss and you'll be mine
Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love Might as well face it, you're addicted to love Might as well face it, you're addicted to love Might as well face it, you're addicted to love Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Werewolves Of London Composer(s): LeRoy Marinell; Waddy Wachtel; Warren Zevon Performer(s): Warren Zevon
I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain He was looking for a place called Lee Ho Fook's Going to get a big dish of beef chow mein
{Refrain} Ah-ooooo, werewolves of London Ah-ooooo Ah-ooooo, werewolves of London Ah-ooooo
If you hear him howling around your kitchen door You better not let him in Little old lady got mutilated late last night Werewolves of London again
{Refrain}
Heh!
He's the hairy-handed gent who ran amok in Kent Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair You better stay away from him He'll rip your lungs out, jim Ha, I'd like to meet his tailor
{Refrain}
Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen Doing the werewolves of London I saw Lon Chaney Jr. walking with the Queen, uh Doing the werewolves of London I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's His hair was perfect
Ah-ooooo, werewolves of London Ha, draw blood Ah-ooooo, werewolves of London
Addicted Composer(s): Cheryl Wheeler Performer(s): Dan Seals
She says she hates to sleep alone, but she'll do it tonight She wants to grab her telephone, but she knows it ain't right So if he won't call, she'll survive, and if he don't care, she'll get by Climb into bed, bury her head, and cry
From the beginning he was all anyone could have been They were delirious with love, they were certain to win Now he's breaking plans more and more And he's leaving notes on her door Took a trip out of town, couldn't turn this one down He said, "I guess I should have told you before"
She says she feels like she's addicted to a real bad thing, Always sitting, waiting, wondering if the phone will ring She knows she bounces like a yo-yo when he pulls her string It hurts to feel like such a fool
She wants to tell him not to call or come around again He doesn't need her now at all, the way that she needs him She's on the edge about to fall from leaning out and in And she don't know which way to move
She wants to be fair, she couldn't say he was ever unkind But if she could bear to walk away, she thinks he wouldn't mind 'Cause he just keeps himself so apart and there's no one else in her heart So she's taking a dive from an emotional high and coming down hard
She's determined to try, but she'll still give in when he gives her a call She'll ask herself why, but in the end it won't matter at all Sure, she could sit at home, stay inside and sleep alone with her pride And as she walks out that door, she feels as weak as before with nothing to hide
She says she feels like she's addicted to a real bad thing Always sitting, waiting, wondering if the phone will ring She knows she bounces like a yo-yo when he pulls her string It hurts to feel like such a fool
She wants to tell him not to call or come around again He doesn't need her now at all, the way that she needs him She's on the edge about to fall from leaning out and in And she don't know which way to move
She says she feels like she's addicted to a real bad thing Always sitting, waiting, wondering if the phone will ring She knows she bounces like a yo-yo when he pulls her string It hurts to feel like such a fool
And she don't know which way to move It hurts to feel like such a fool
