Atlantic Ocean
Composer(s): Ian MacMillan
Performer(s): Blue



I could sail across the water
If I ever wanted to
But I don't mind
wasting time
'cause I'm still in love with you

You don't understand the problem
You don't know the way I feel inside
So come on home
And treat me wrong
'cause I'm still in love with you

Hey, and I don't mind
losing time
'cause I'm still in love with you
Yes I'm still in love with you

I could sail away tomorrow
If I ever wanted to
But I don't mind wasting time
'cause I'm still in love with ...
Yes I'm still in love with ...
'cause I'm still in love with you

Dominique
((Dutch & English Versions: Dominiek (Jeannine Deckers); Dominic (Jeannine Deckers))
Composer(s): Jeannine Deckers
Performer(s): Jeannine Deckers (aka Soeur Sourire)



Dominique, nique, nique
S'en allait tout simplement
Routier pauvre et chantant
En tous chemins, en tous lieux
Il ne parle que du bon Dieu
A l'époque où Jean Sans Terre
D'Angleterre était roi
Dominique, notre Père
Combattit les Albigeois
Dominique, nique, nique
S'en allait tout simplement
Routier pauvre et chantant
En tous chemins, en tous lieux
Il ne parle que du bon Dieu
Certain jour un hérétique
Par des ronces le conduit
Mais notre Père Dominique
Par sa joie le convertit
Dominique, nique, nique
S'en allait tout simplement
Routier pauvre et chantant
En tous chemins, en tous lieux
Il ne parle que du bon Dieu
Ni chameau, ni diligence
Il parcourt l'Europe à pied
Scandinavie ou Provence
Dans la sainte pauvreté
Dominique, nique, nique
S'en allait tout simplement
Routier pauvre et chantant
En tous chemins, en tous lieux
Il ne parle que du bon Dieu
Enflamma de toute écoles
Filles et garçons pleins d'ardeur
Et pour semer la Parole
Inventa les Frères Prêcheurs
Dominique, nique, nique
S'en allait tout simplement
Routier pauvre et chantant
En tous chemins, en tous lieux
Il ne parle que du bon Dieu
Chez Dominique et Ses Frères
Le pain s'en vint à manquer
Et deux anges se présentèrent
Portant deux grands pains dorés
Dominique, nique, nique
S'en allait tout simplement
Routier pauvre et chantant
En tous chemins, en tous lieux
Il ne parle que du bon Dieu
Dominique vit en rêve
Les prêcheurs du monde entier
Sous le manteau de la Vierge
En grand nombre rassemblés
Dominique, nique, nique
S'en allait tout simplement
Routier pauvre et chantant
En tous chemins, en tous lieux
Il ne parle que du bon Dieu
Dominique, mon bon Père
Garde-nous simples et gais
Pour annoncer à nos frères
La Vie et La Vérité
Dominique, nique, nique
S'en allait tout simplement
Routier pauvre et chantant
En tous chemins, en tous lieux
Il ne parle que du bon Dieu

Atlantic City 
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
First release by: Bruce Springsteen - 1982
Covered by multiple other artists



Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night 
Now they blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight 
Gonna see what them racket boys can do

Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state 
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade 
And the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth

Well now everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Well I got a job and tried to put my money away
But I got debts that no honest man can pay
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus

Well now everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold 
But with you forever I'll stay
We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold 
So put on your stockin's baby `cause the night's getting cold
And everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back

Now I been lookin' for a job but it's hard to find
Down here it's just winners and losers 
And don't get caught on the wrong side of that line
Well I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end
So honey last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a little favor for him
Well I guess everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your hair up nice and set up pretty
and meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Dominic
((Dutch & French Versions: Dominiek (Jeannine Deckers); Dominique (Jeannine Deckers))
Composer(s): Jeannine Deckers
Performer(s): Jeannine Deckers (aka The Singing Nun)



Dominique, nique, nique, over the land he plods
And sings a little song
Never asking for reward
He just talks about the Lord
He just talks about the Lord

At a time when Johnny Lackland
Over England was the King
Dominique was in the backland
Fighting sin like anything

Now a heretic, one day
Among the thorns forced him to crawl
Dominique with just one prayer
Made him hear the good Lord's call

Without horse or fancy wagon
He crossed Europe up and down
Poverty was his companion
As he walked from town to town

To bring back the straying liars
And the lost sheep to the fold
He brought forth the Preaching Friars
Heaven's soldier's, brave and bold

One day, in the budding Order
There was nothing left to eat
Suddenly two angels walked in
With a loaf of bread and meat

Dominique once, in his slumber
Saw the Virgin's coat unfurled
Over Frairs without number
Preaching all around the world

Grant us now, oh Dominique
The grace of love and simple mirth
That we all may help to quicken
Godly life and truth on earth
 
								

Atlantic Avenue
Composer(s): Roger Ball - Steve Ferrone - Alan Gorrie - Onnie McIntyre - Hamish Stuart
Performer(s): The Average White Band



Here I am, strolling down Atlantic Avenue
With the sunlight in my eyes
Here I am, and there's nothing I would rather do
When I want some peace of mind
I leave the smoke of Rio behind, as the evening starts to fly
I want to feel the ocean breeze, where the mountains kiss the sky

So come on, down Atlantic Avenue
Let the samba take a hold of you
'Cause I know there is no place like the Avenue
When the music gets a hold of you

Dive along to Ipanema there's always time to spare
Forget the troubles of the world, when they get to much to bear
Won't you please come on Atlantic Avenue

Flying down to Rio
Never thought I would be, walking by the ocean here today, no
Pretty soon I've got to leave, but I know my heart will stay, ooh Atlantic Avenue
Here I am strolling down Atlantic Avenue
Here I am, and there's nothing I would rather do
When I want some peace of mind
So come on, down Atlantic Avenue
Let the samba take a hold of you
Here I am strolling down Atlantic Avenue
Here I am, and there's nothing I would rather do
When I want some peace of mind
So come on, down Atlantic Avenue
Let the samba take a hold of you

Dominiek
((English & French Versions: Dominic (Jeannine Deckers); Dominique (Jeannine Deckers))
Composer(s): Jeannine Deckers
Performer(s): Jeannine Deckers (aka Zuster Glimlach)



Dominieke, ‘nieke, ‘nieke 
Trok eenvoudig erop uit
Gods naam bezong hij luid
Iedere stad en ieder oord
Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord
Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord

Jarenlang waren er in Frankrijk d’al die grenzen zeer verspreid
En Dominicus onze vader trok toen tegen hen te strijd

Dominieke, ‘nieke, ‘nieke 
Trok eenvoudig erop uit
Gods naam bezong hij luid
Iedere stad en ieder oord
Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord
Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord

Op een keer stapte hij zingend blootvoets door de distels heen
En zijn gids het was een ketter werd daardoor bekeerd meteen

Dominieke, ‘nieke, ‘nieke 
Trok eenvoudig erop uit
Gods naam bezong hij luid
Iedere stad en ieder oord
Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord
Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord

Zonder paard of diligence trekt hij zo Europa door
Scandinavië, Provence, en zijn armoe gaat hem voor

Dominieke, ‘nieke, ‘nieke 
Trok eenvoudig erop uit
Gods naam bezong hij luid
Iedere stad en ieder oord
Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord
Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord

Jongens, meisjes vol van geest blijft luisteren naar dit nieuw geluid
En zo vond dan ook Dominicus toen de predikheren uit

Dominieke, ‘nieke, ‘nieke 
Trok eenvoudig erop uit
Gods naam bezong hij luid
Iedere stad en ieder oord
Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord
Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord

Op een dag zaten Dominicus en zijn broeders zonder brood
Toen een groep van stralend’ engelen verse broden hen aanbood

Dominieke, ‘nieke, ‘nieke 
Trok eenvoudig erop uit
Gods naam bezong hij luid
Iedere stad en ieder oord
Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord
Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord

In zijn dromen zag Dominicus alle predikers der aard
Beschermd door Marias mantel hadden zij zich daar vergaard

Dominieke, ‘nieke, ‘nieke 
Trok eenvoudig erop uit
Gods naam bezong hij luid
Iedere stad en ieder oord
Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord
Hoort van hem alleen Gods woord

Oh Dominicus, goede vader, houdt ons blij, eenvoudig, fris
Om het mensdom aan te tonen wat het ware leven is 

Atlanta's Burning Down
Composer(s): Billy Ray Reynolds
First recording/First release by: Dickey Betts & Great South - 1977/1978



I left my home in Georgia
In May of sixty-three
I come here to Virginia
To fight for General Lee

But I can't fight this mornin'
I must be southward bound
My Jenny's in Atlanta
And Atlanta's burnin' down

Gettysburg to Richmond
I fought long and hard
Not far away in Georgia
Sherman's in my own backyard

So I'm leavin' here this mornin'
Even if they shoot me down
My Jenny's in Atlanta
And Atlanta's burnin' down

Atlanta's burnin' down
Atlanta's burnin' down
Jenny's in Atlanta
And Atlanta's burnin' down

Atlanta's burnin' down
Oh, Atlanta's burnin' down
Jenny's in Atlanta
And Atlanta's burnin' down

Dominic
Composer(s): Sid Wayne - Ben Weisman
Performer(s): Elvis Presley



Dominic 
Dominic, Dominic why are you stallin'
Don't you hear love callin' to you
Moo, moo, move your little foot do

Dominic, Dominic pick one of them ticker
There's acres and acres to choose
Oh, oh, only a fool would refuse

I, I, If I had your trouble
Life would be double good sweet
There'd be no grass growin' under my feet

Listen Dominic, Dominic when will you hunger
You ain't gettin' younger my friend
Love, love, love 'em all right to the end

I, I, I can't understand you, leavin' them beauties forlorn
It's time to take the old bull by the horn
Come on Dominic, Dominic, they're itchin' and twitchin'
Better start pickin' some woo
Moo, moo, move your little foot do! 

A-Tisket, A-Tasket
Composer(s): Van Alexander - Ella Fitzgerald
Performer(s): Ella Fitzgerald
and multiple other artists



A-tisket a-tasket
A brown-and-yellow basket
I sent a letter to my mommie
On the way I dropped it

I dropped it, I dropped it
Yes, on the way I dropped it
A little girlie picked it up
And put it in her pocket

She was truckin' on down the avenue
With not a single thing to do
She went peck, peck, peckin' all around
When she spied it on the ground

She took it, she took it
My little yellow basket
And if she doesn't bring it back
I think that I will die

A-tisket a-tasket
I lost my yellow basket
And if that girlie don’t return it
Don’t know what I’ll do

Oh dear I wonder where my basket could be
(So do we, So do we, So do we, So do we, So do we)
Oh gee I wish that little girl I could see
(So do we, So do we, So do we, So do we, So do we)

Oh why was I so careless with that basket of mine
That itty-bitty basket was a joy of mine

A-tisket a-tasket
I lost my yellow basket
Won’t someone help me find my basket
And make me happy again

(Was it green?) No, no, no, no
(Was it red?) No, no, no, no
(Was it blue?) No, no, no, no
Just a little yellow basket

A little yellow basket

Domingo Rojo
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez



Este domingo es
especial domingo
la vida me colmó de
actividad
hoy todos los relojes
sonaron a las cinco
la paja es un trajín que
viene y va

Hay sorbos de café en
la madrugada
y toses de motores a
las seis
hay risas y pañuelos
antes de la mañana
hay voluntad de hacer
amanecer

Domingo
que buen pretexto das
para cantarte
todo ha comenzado a
sludarme
y parece como si la
tierra fértil me esperase
¡oh! domingo

Domingo
callé donde el sol puso
residencia
amor que sigue
haciendo de
herramienta
y ensancha las
ventanas y las puertas

Domingo
es como si no me
quedaran penas
como si fuera siempre
primavera
como si la sed humana
no supiese de
fronteras
¡oh! domingo

Domingo
verás crecer la vida
con mis manos
cuando acaricie el
sueño que yo amo
y el tiempo sea un
domingo enamorado
¡oh! Domingo 

Ate Segunda Feira
Composer(s): Chico Buarque 
Performer(s): Gilberto Puente



Sei que a noite inteira eu vou cantar
Até segunda-feira
Quando volto a trabalhar, morena
Sei que não preciso me inquietar
Até sefundo aviso
Você prometeu me amar

Por isso eu conto
A quem encontro
Pela rua
Que meu samba é seu amigo
Que a minha casa é sua
Que meu peito é seu abrigo
Meu trabalho, seu sossego
Seu abraço, meu emprego
Quando chego no meu lar, morena

Domingo E' Pobre
Composer(s): Horacio Guarany
Performer(s): Horacio Guarany



Pa' qué habrán hecho el domingo
tan solo pa' verme triste 
domingo e' pobre y sin perro 
pa' dirme a toriar al pueblo
pa' qué habrán hecho el domingo
sólo pa' verme llorar
Los gurisitos descalzos
me miran porque hace frío 
yo también estoy mirando 
y el corazón va llorando
Pa' un litro vino e' vino me alcanza
el vino me hace olvidar
Jornal rural que no alcanza 
ni pa' encordar la guitarra
pa' colmo, el oscuro pampa 
se me anda poniendo viejo
Pa' un litro e' vino me alcanza
el vino me hace olvidar
Pa' qué habrán hecho el domingo
sólo pa' verme llorar... 

Até Pensei
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
and multiple other artists



Junto à minha rua havia um bosque
Que um muro alto proibia
Lá todo balão caia
Toda maçã nascia
E o dono do bosque nem via
Do lado de lá tanta aventura
E eu a espreitar na noite escura 
A dedilhar essa modinha
A felicidade 
Morava tão vizinha
Que, de tolo
Até pensei que fosse minha

Junto a mim morava a minha amada
Com olhos claros como o dia
Lá o meu olhar vivia
De sonho e fantasia
E a dono dos olhos nem via
Do lado de lá tanta ventura
E eu a esperar pela ternura
Que a a enganar nuca me via
Eu andava pobre
Tão pobre de carinho
Que, de tolo
Até pensei que fosse minha

Toda a dor da vida
Me ensinou essa modinha
Que, de tolo
Até pensei que fosse minha

Domani
((English Version: Domani (Tomorrow) (Julius LaRosa) - 1955))
Composer(s): Ulpio Minucci - Eddy Marnay
Performer(s): Georges Guétarny



On s'aimera ce soir ou bien domani
On s'aimera ce soir ou bien demain
Que tu m'appelles Jean ou bien Giovanni
C'est toi qui tiens domani dans tes mains

Tu souris et Paris devient Napoli
Tu me dis les douceurs d'Italie
Que se disaient ton père et ta mère
Et tutt i paesani
Tous les amants d'hier et de domani
Et demain des anneaux pour unir nos mains
Nous ferons la joie des carillons
Et tu verras ton père et ta mère
Et tutt i paesani
Ouvrir le bal de notre amour domani
On s'aimera ce soir ou bien domani
On s'aimera ce soir ou bien demain
L'amour battra des mains ou bien des "mani"
Quand tu mettras tes "mani" dans tes mains

On s'aimera ce soir ou bien domani
On s'aimera ce soir ou bien demain
L'amour battra des mains ou bien des "mani"
Quand tu mettras tes "mani" dans mes mains

C'est ainsi qu'à Paris ou à Napoli
Notre amour grandira chaque jour
Entouré de ton père ta mère
Et tutti nos bambini
Nous chanterons avec la vie domani
Domani, domani, domani 

Até O Fim
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque; Ney Matogrosso



Quando nasci veio um anjo safado
O chato dum querubim
E decretou que eu tava predestinado
A ser errado assim
Já de saída a minha estrada entortou
Mas vou até o fim

Inda garoto deixei de ir à escola
Cassaram meu boletim
Não sou ladrão, eu não sou bom de bola
Nem posso ouvir clarim
Um bom futuro é o que jamais me esperou
Mas vou até o fim

Eu bem que tenho ensaiado um progresso
Virei cantor de festim
Mamão contou que eu faço um bruto sucesso
Em Quixeramobim
Não sei como o maracatu começou
Mas vou até o fim

Por conta de umas questões paralelas
Quebraram meu bandolim
Não querem mais ouvir as minhas mazelas
E a minha voz chinfrim
Criei barriga, minha mula empacou
Mas vou até o fim

Não tem cigarro, acabou minha renda
Deu praga no meu capim
Minha mulher fugiu com o dono da venda
O que será de mim?
Eu já nem lembro pronde mesmo que vou
Mas vou até o fim

Como já disse era um anjo safado
O chato dum querubim
Que decretou que eu tava predestinado
A ser todo ruim
Já de saída minha estrada entortou
Mas vou até o fim

Domani (Tomorrow)
((French Version: Domani (Georges Guétarny))
Composer(s): Ulpio Minucci - Tony Velona
Performer(s): Julius LaRosa - 1955



Maybe you'll fall in love with me Domani
Maybe tomorrow night the sun will shine
I'll change my name from Johnny to Giovanni
If you will say Domani, you'll be mine

Come to me, Senorina from Italy
Hear my plea and I'll hire the hall
All your Uncles and Aunts
And Ma and Pa and your Paisani
They all agree that we should wed Domani

You are so super duper bravissimo
Don't say no or my poor heart you'll break
'Cause your Uncles and Aunts
And your Ma and Pa and your Paisani
They all agree that we should wed, Domani 

Ataidi (Las Flores De La Vida)
Composer(s): Francisco Repilado
Performer(s): Compay Segundo



Las Flores de la vida que lindas son
tarde o temprano llegan a tu lado
con su esplendor
No las desprecies
ya que han llegado con su calor
a vivificar la fuente de tu inspiración

Que linda es la vida
que lindo es el amor

Que linda es la vida
que lindo es el amor

Domani
Composer(s): Lucio Dalla - Laurex
Performer(s): Lucio Dalla



Dovevo essere un cretino come te
per stare a bocca aperta ad ascoltarti
parlare tutto il giorno malissimo di te
e la notte uscire fuori per cercarti
lo so perché tu sei dentro di me
e so che tu sei più forte di me
perché ci vuole solo un cretino come me
per stare ancora qui a telefonarti
e a farsi fare tutto il male che mi fai
solo perché mi piace perdonarti
perché tu sei, tu sei dentro di me
e poi tu sei molto più forte di me
E' la verità
ma come si fa
dove saremo io e te
domani domani
saremo ancora così lontani
ci annuseremo da lontano come i cani, i cani
proprio come due bambini io e te, oh oh io e te, oh oh io e te
va bene allora adesso dimmi cosa fai
potremmo fare in modo di incontrarci
basta solo che mi dici stasera dove vai
che ci vediamo chissà se hai il coraggio di guardarmi
perchè, io so che sai che son dentro di te
e oh vedrai son più forte di te
E' la verità
ed ecco come si fa
ecco cosa saremo io e te
domani domani
saremo nuvole nel cielo
così almeno non saremo più lontani lontani
e quando il vento lo vorrà ci incontreremo ci troveremo
io e te domani io e te........... 

Atado A Un Sentimiento
Composer(s): Miguel Mateos
Performer(s): Miguel Mateos



Te quiero, te extraño
nada es igual al ayer
oh oh oh nada, oh no

Te espero, te deseo
como una roca espera al mar
te necesito oh, oh

Y vivo atado
a un sentimiento carnal
atado a tu luna, oh no

Yo puedo tocar el fuego
puedo hasta quemarme entero
no me pidas que te deje de amar

Te llevo clavada
como una espina en mi costado
entrando despacio, oh no

y quiero que sepas
que eso está planeado por amor
un poco de amor, nada más

puedo arrastarme a tu puerta
puedo hacer que estés despierta
las mil y una noches porque estoy
atado a un sentimiento
solo estoy atado a un sentimiento

y vivo atado
a un sentimiento
y vivo atado
a un sentimiento

Dom Har Glömt
Composer(s): Agnetha Fältskog - Bosse Carlgren
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog



Äntligen hemma hos mig igen
Efter månader på hotell
Och allt jag har med mig är min värkande kropp
Och en flaska som jag tömt
Jag sjöng mina sånger i parkerna
Och nån enstaka krog nån kväll
Som jag gjort alla år sen mitt namn stod på topp
Men det har dom redan glömt

Dom har glömt, att dom sände mig röda rosor
Dom har glömt, att dom aldrig lät mig gå
Dom har glömt, dom har glömt mig för nån annan
Men hur ska dom förstå
Jag älskar dem ändå
Och jag har inte glömt

Förr var jag van att dom kom till mig
Med en penna och block i hand
Var van att få känna mig betydelsefull
Men nu är den tiden slut
Namnen byts ut på affischerna
Och på plattornas konvolut
Och efter en tid har man glömt vad där stod
Och hur dom som sjöng såg ut

Dom har glömt, att dom sände mig röda rosor
Dom har glömt, att dom aldrig lät mig gå
Dom har glömt, dom har glömt mig för nån annan
Men hur ska dom förstå
Jag älskar dem ändå
Och jag har inte glömt

Äntligen hemma hos mig igen
Lite trött och besviken, men
Så länge jag kan, så länge jag är vid liv
Gör jag om den här turnén
Jag sjöng mina sånger i parkerna
För publiken invid entrén
En underbar stund, men sen gick dom förstås
När det började på scen

Dom har glömt, att dom sände mig röda rosor
Dom har glömt, att dom aldrig lät mig gå
Dom har glömt, dom har glömt mig för nån annan
Men hur ska dom förstå
Jag älskar dem ändå
Och jag har inte glömt