In The Heat Of The Night
Composer(s): Marilyn Bergman; Alan Bergman; Quincy Jones
Performer(s): Ray Charles



In the heat of the night
Seems like a cold sweat
Creeping cross my brow, oh yes
In the heat of the night
I'm a feelin' motherless somehow
Stars with evil eyes stare from the sky
(In the heat of the night)
Ain't a woman here before
Knows how to make the morning come
So hard to keep control
Well I could sell my soul for just a little light
In the heat of the night
I've got trouble wall to wall
Oh yes I have
I repeat in the night
Must be an ending to us all
Oh Lord, it won't be long
Yes, just you be strong
And it'll be all right
In the heat of the night

Nathan Jones
Composer(s): Leonard Caston; Kathy Wakefield
Performer(s): The Supremes;
Bananarama; Nicolette Larson



You packed your bags as I recall
And you walked slowly down the hall
You said you had to get away to ease your mind
And all you needed was a just little of time

Oh winter's passed, spring and fall
You never wrote me, you never called
Nathan Jones you've been gone too long
Gone too long...

If a woman could die of tears
Nathan Jones, well, I wouldn't be here
The key that you're holding won't fit my door
And there's no room in my heart for you no more

'Cause, winter's passed, spring and fall
you never wrote me, you never called
Nathan Jones you've been gone too long
Gone too long

Nathan Jones, Nathan Jones...
Nathan Jones, ooh..

Winter's passed, spring and fall
You never wrote me, you never called
Nathan Jones you've been gone too long
Gone too long

Nathan Jones you've been gone too long
...gone too long
Nathan Jones you've been gone too long
...gone too long
Nathan jones you've been gonne too long
... gone too long...

In The Heart Of The City That Has No Heart
Composer(s): Thos. S. Allen; Joseph M. Daly



She wanted to roam so she left the old home
The old people's hearts were sore
she longed for the sights and the bright city lights 
where hundreds had gone before
She went to the heart of the city and mingled with strangers there
but nobody said "You are being misled" for what did the stranger care

A year passes by, there's a tear in her eye, and sorrow is on her brow
Oh! what would she do if the old people knew, she couldn't go back home now
Her dear mother said when they parted "Remember your good old name"
then her daddy said "Rather we'd see you dead than bring us disgrace and shame"

In the heart of the city that has no heart that's where they meet
and that's where they part, the current of vice had proved too strong 
so the poor little girlie just drifted along
nobody cared if she lived or died nobody cared if she laughed or cried
she's just lost a sister and nobody's missed her
she's there in the city where there's no pity in the city that has no heart

Nathalie
English Title: Natalia
Composer(s): Gilbert Bécaud
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud



Moskau war groß und so kalt, neben mir ging Nathalie
mir gefiel nicht allein ihr Name, Nathalie
Moskau war kalt aber schön, ich glaube, ich sah nur sie
auf dem Roten Platz blieb sie stehen, Nathalie
Sprach in gelerntem Ton von der Oktoberrevolution
ich versteh: Komm her! Sah nebenbei mir Lenin an
und dachte vielleicht geh ich dann mit ihr ins Café Puschkin

Moskau war nicht mehr so kalt, und sie saß mir vis à vis
Sie hatte so schöne blaue Augen, Nathalie, Nathalie
In ihrem Zimmer bei der Universität
waren Freunde da von ihr, und es wurde ziemlich spät
denn wir lachten , der Krimsekt war so gut
und schon tanzten sie, und mit mir Nathalie
Dai dai...

Auf einmal, da sind alle fort, die Zeit vergeht, ich weiß nicht wie
Ich hielt sie noch in meinen Armen, Nathalie
Nichts mehr von dem gelernten Ton, nichts mehr von der Revolution
nur wir zwei allein. Ich wollte fragen, wo ich bin
der Rote Platz, Café Puschkin, das, das alles klang so weit
Und nun bin ich fern von ihr, ihre Küsse vergesse ich nie
eines Tages kommt sie zu mir, Nathalie, Nathalie
Dai dai...

In The Heart Of Jane Doe
Composer(s): James Cavanaugh; Larry Stock
Performer(s): Nat King Cole



In the heart of Jane Doe
There's a longing I know 
For that someone that she couldn't hold
She was young, young in years to be shedding such tears 
But the young sometimes never grow old 

She took love for granted and that wasn't smart
Love taken for granted is apt to depart
And now that he's gone 
Who can tell what goes on in the heart
Broken heart of Jane Doe. 

She took love for granted and that wasn't smart
Love taken for granted is apt to depart
And now that he's gone 
Who can tell what goes on in the heart 
Broken heart of Jane Doe
And I wonder does she know he still loves her so

Nathalie
English Title: Natalia
Composer(s): Gilbert Bécaud; Pierre Delanoë
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud;
and various other artists



La place Rouge était vide 
Devant moi marchait Nathalie 
Il avait un joli nom, mon guide 
Nathalie... 
La place Rouge était blanche 
La neige faisait un tapis 
Et je suivais par ce froid dimanche 
Nathalie... 
Elle parlait en phrases sobres 
De la révolution d'octobre 
Je pensais déjà 
Qu'après le tombeau de Lénine 
On irait au café Pouchkine 
Boire un chocolat... 
La place Rouge était vide 
Je lui pris son bras, elle a souri 
Il avait des cheveux blonds, mon guide 
Nathalie... Nathalie 
Dans sa chambre à l'université 
Une bande d'étudiants 
L'attendait impatiemment 
On a ri, on a beaucoup parlé 
Ils voulaient tout savoir, Nathalie traduisait 
Moscou, les plaines d'Ukraine
Et les Champs-Élysées 
On a tout mélangé et on a chanté 
Et puis ils ont débouché 
En riant à l'avance 
Du champagne de France 
Et on a dansé... 
La, la la... 
Et quand la chambre fut vide 
Tous les amis étaient partis 
Je suis resté seul avec mon guide 
Nathalie... 
Plus question de phrases sobres 
Ni de révolution d'octobre 
On n'en était plus là 
Fini le tombeau de Lénine 
Le chocolat de chez Pouchkine 
C'était loin déjà... 
Que ma vie me semble vide 
Mais je sais qu'un jour à Paris 
C'est moi qui lui servirai de guide 
Nathalie... Nathalie 

In The Good Old Summertime
Composer(s): George "Honey Boy" Evans; Ren Shields
Performer(s): Blanche Ring
and multiple other artists



There's a time each year
That we always hold dear
Good old summertime
With the birds and the trees'es
And sweet scented breezes
Good old summertime
When your day's work is over
Then you are in clover
And life is one beautiful rhyme
No trouble annoying
Each one is enjoying
The good old summertime

In the good old summertime
In the good old summertime
Strolling thru' a shady lane
With your baby mine
You hold her hand and she holds yours
And that's a very good sign
That she's your tootsey-wootsey
In the good, old summertime

Oh, to swim in the pool
You'd play hooky from school
Good old summertime
You'd play "ring-a-rosie"
With Jim, Kate and Josie
Good old summertime
Those days full of pleasure
We now fondly treasure
When we never thought it a crime
To go stealing cherries
With faces brown as berries
In good old summertime

In the good old summertime
In the good old summertime
Strolling thru' a shady lane
With your baby mine
You hold her hand and she holds yours
And that's a very good sign
That she's your tootsey-wootsey
In the good, old summertime

Natalia
French & German Title: Nathalie
Composer(s): Van Morrison
Performer(s): Van Morrison



I'm walkin' down the street
I'm on that midnight beat
I'm on a lonely avenue
Baby, won't you walk with me
Baby, won't you talk with me
Oh that's all I want you to do, now
Walk with me
Talk to me
Call your name out 

Chorus:
Na Na, Na Na, Na Na
Na Na, Na Na, Na Na
Na Na, Na Na, Na Na, Natalia
Here on a summer night
I wanna kiss and hold you tight
Just the way we used to do
Walkin' down the same old street
People that we used to meet
Such a long, long time ago, now
Walk with me
Talk to me
And I call out your name 

Chorus: (x2)

On a magic night like this
I hunger for your kiss
On a magic night like this 

Chorus: 

Walk with me
Talk with me
Walk with me
Talk with me
Natalia, Natalia, Natalia
Natalia, Natalia, Natalia 

Fade

In The Good Old Days (When Times Were Bad)
Composer(s): Dolly Parton
First release by: Merle Haggard & The Strangers - 1968



We'd get up before sun-up to get the work done up
We'd work in the fields till the sun had gone down
We've stood and we've cried as we have bristly watched
A hailstorm a beatin' our crops to the ground
We've gone to bed hungry many nights in the past
In the good old days when times were bad

No amount of money could buy from me
The memories that I have of then
No amount of money could pay me
To go back and live through it again

I've seen daddy's hands break open and bleed
And I've seen him work till he's stiff as a board
And I've seen momma layin' in suffer and sickness
In need of a doctor we couldn't afford
Anything at all was more than we had
In the good old days when times were bad

We've got up before and found ice on the floor
Where the wind would blow snow through the cracks in the wall
And I couldn't enjoy then, havin' a boyfriend
I had nothing decent to wear at all
So I long for a love that I never had
In the good old days when times were bad

No amount of money could buy from me
The memories that I have of then
No amount of money could pay me
To go back and live through it again

In the good old days when times were bad
In the good old days when times were bad

Natalia
Composer(s): Apps; Asa; Moore
Performer(s): Joan Baez; Shusha



Weaver of words
Who lives alone
In fear and sorrow
Where are the words
To set you free
Perhaps tomorrow
Where is the earth
Where is the sky
Where is the light
You long for
What hope have you
Where you are now
Natalia Gorbanevskaja

Inside the ward
Naked and cruel
Where life is stolen
From those who try
To stay alive
And not be broken
Where are the friends
Where are the men
Who among them
Can defend you
Where is the child
You'll never see
Natalia Gorbanevskaja

What else there lives
Behind the door
That never opens
Are you insane
As they say you are
Or just forsaken
Are you still there
Do you still care
Or are you lost forever
I know this song
You'll never hear
Natalia Gorbanevskaja

Natalia Gorbanevskaja

In The Ghetto
Composer(s): Mac Davis
First release by: Elvis Presley - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists

Titles In Other Languages:
1969 - In Chicago (In The Ghetto)
1969 - Negro (aka Era Negro)
1984 - In Het Ghetto



As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
'cause if there's one thing that she don't need
it's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, don't you understand
the child needs a helping hand
or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me
are we too blind to see
do we simply turn our heads
and look the other way

Well the world turns
and a hungry little boy with a runny nose
plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
so he starts to roam the streets at night
and he learns how to steal
and he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
a young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car
tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies
on a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
another little baby child is born
In the ghetto 

Nata Per Me
Composer(s): Adriano Celentano; A. Del Prete; M. Mogol
Performer(s): Adriano Celentano



Non so... Non so...
non mi importa perché... perché
tu sei... tu sei...
ritornata da me... da me...
sei qui ora sono con te...
questo conta per me...
tu sei qui...
accanto a me
accanto a me

Mai più... Mai più...
ripartire potrai. potrai
Mai più... Non so...
senza me tu vivrai. vivrai...
Perché...
tu sei nata per me io son nato per te...
e mai più...
mi lascerai...
ti lascerò

Sei qui...
ora sono con te questo conta per me...
tu sei qui...
accanto a me
accanto a me
accanto a me
accanto a me
accanto a me
accanto a me
accanto a me
accanto a me

In The Garden
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Anne Murray



I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear, falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses
And He walks with me
And He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known
He speaks and the sound of His voice
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing
And He walks with me
And He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known
I'd stay in the garden with Him
'Tho the night all around me is falling
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling
And He walks with me
And He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known
None other has ever known

Nasty
Composer(s): James Harris; Janet Jackson; Terry Lewis
Performer(s): Janet Jackson ;
The Starlite Orchestra; Starsound Orchestra



Gimme a beat! 
Sittin' in the movie show, thinkin' nasty thoughts, huh
Better be a gentleman or you turn me off, huh
That's right, a-let me tell it

Nasty
Nasty boys, don't mean a thing, huh
Oh you nasty boys
Nasty
Nasty boys, don't ever change, huh
Oh you nasty boys

I don't like no nasty car, I don't like a nasty food, huh
Ooh ooh yeah
The only nasty thing I like is the nasty groove, huh
Will this one do?
Uh huh, I know

Nasty
Nasty boys, don't mean a thing, huh
Oh you nasty boys
Nasty
Nasty boys, don't ever change, huh
Oh you nasty boys
Nasty
Nasty boys, give me your nasty groove, huh
Oh you nasty boys
Nasty
Nasty boys, let me see your nasty body move, huh
Oh you nasty boys

I could learn to like this
Listen up

I'm not a prude (no)
I just want some respect (that's right)
So close the door if you want me to respond (ooh ooh yeah)
'Cause privacy is my middle name
My last name is Control
No my first name ain't baby
It's Janet
Miss Jackson if you're nasty

Nasty
Nasty boys, don't mean a thing
Oh you nasty boys
Nasty
Nasty boys, don't ever change, huh
Oh you nasty boys

Nasty boys, don't mean a thing
Oh you nasty boys
Don't mean a thing to me, uh
Nasty!
Don't mean a thing, huh
Oh you nasty boys
Uh!

I love this part

Hey!
Who's that thinkin' nasty thoughts?
Nasty boys!
Who's that in that nasty car?
Nasty boys!
Who's that eating that nasty food?
Nasty boys!
Who's jamming to my nasty groove?
Nasty boys!

Ladies
(Nasty boys)
Don't mean a thing

Oh you nasty boys

In The Flesh?
Composer(s): Roger Waters
First release by: Pink Floyd - 1979
Covered by multiple other artists



Einse, svei, drei, alle!

So ya thought ya
Might like to go to the show
To feel the warm thrill of confusion
That space cadet glow
I got some bad news for you, Sunshine
Pink isn't well
He stayed back at the hotel
And they've sent us along as a surrogate band
We're gonna find out where you fans really stand
Are there any queers in the theatre tonight?
Get 'em up against the wall
There's one in the spotlight
Now he don't look right to me
Get him up against the wall
And that one looks Jewish
And that one's a coon
Who let all this riffraff into the room?
There's one smoking a joint
And that one's got spots
If I had my way
I'd have all of ya shot

Nashville Ou Belleville
Composer(s): Claude Moine; Pierre Papadiamandis
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell



"Boulevard Elvis"
Au cœur de Memphis
J'traîne là en touriste
Mais où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Jerry Lee Lewis
"Killer" et pianiste
"Barbe Bleue" sudiste
Sait même pas si j'existe
Sans faire de racisme
Où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Mais où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Où?
Mouflet!
J'allais voir Luis Mariano
Dans "Le Chanteur de Mexico"
Maman! ...et moi
On rentrait en métro
Station Opéra
Direction Lillas
Nostalgie facile
Mais swingue pas terrible
Où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Monsieur Bill Haley
Bien avant Presley
Déjà décoiffait
M'éclatant la tête
Avec ses "Comets"
Et Place des fêtes
Sur nos mobylettes
On singeait James Dean
Mais où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Mais où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Où?

{Refrain:}

Mouflet,
J'allais voir Dario Moreno
Danser ses cha-cha et ses mambos
Maman et moi
On rentrait en métro
Station Opéra
Direction Lillas
Nostalgie facile
Mais swingue pas terrible

Où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
"Boulevard Elvis"
Au cœur de Memphis
J'traîne là en touriste
Mais où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Où?
Où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?

In The Evening
Composer(s): Robert Plant; James Patrick Page; John Paul Jones
First release by: Led Zeppelin - 1979



In the evening 
When the day is done
I'm looking for a woman, but the girl don't come
So don't let her 
Play you for a fool
She don't show no pity baby, she don't make no rules

Oh, oh, I need your love, I need your love
Oh, I need your love, I just got to have

So don't you let her 
Oh, get under your skin
It's only bad luck and trouble 
From the day that you begin
I hear you crying in the darkness 
Don't ask nobody's help
Ain't no pockets full of mercy baby 
'Cause you can only blame yourself

Oh, oh, I need your love, I need your love
Oh, I need your love, I just got to have

Oh it's simple 
All the pain that you go through
You can turn away from fortune, fortune 
'Cause that's all that's left to you
It's lonely at the bottom 
Man, it's dizzy at the top
But if you're standing in the middle 
Ain't no way you're gonna stop

Oh, oh, I need your love, I need your love
Oh, I need your love, I just got to have

Oh whatever that your days may bring
No use hiding in a corner 
'Cause that won't change a thing
If you're dancing in the doldrums 
One day soon, it's got to stop, it's got to stop
When you're the master of the off-chance 
When you don't expect a lot

Oh, oh, I need your love, I need your love
Oh, I need your love, I just got to have

Nashville Cats
Composer(s): John B. Sebastian
Performer(s): The Lovin' Spoonful;
and various other artists



Chorus:
Nashville Cats, play clean as country water 
Nashville Cats, play wild as mountain dew 
Nashville Cats, been playing since they's babies 
Nashville Cats, get work before they're two 

Well, there's thirteen hundred and fifty two 
Guitar pickers in Nashville 
And they can pick more notes than the number of ants 
On a Tennessee anthill 
Yeah, there's thirteen hundred and fifty two 
Guitar cases in Nashville 
And any one that unpacks his guitar could play 
Twice as better than I will 

Yeah, I was just thirteen, you might say I was a 
Musical proverbial knee-high 
When I heard a couple new-sounding tunes on the tubes 
And they blasted me sky-high 
And the record man said every one is a Yellow Sun 
Record from Nashville 
And up North there ain't nobody buys them 
And I said, "But I will" 

And it was 
Chorus

Well, there's sixteen thousand eight hundred ´n´ twenty one 
Mothers from Nashville 
All their friends play music, and they ain't uptight 
If one of the kids will 
Because it's custom made for any mother's son 
To be a guitar picker in Nashville 
And I sure am glad I got a chance to say a word about 
The music and the mothers from Nashville 

Chorus

Spoken: Pick it 

(Instrumental to end)

In The Deathcar
Composer(s): Goran Bregovic; Iggy Pop
Performer(s): Iggy Pop



A howling wind is whistling in the night
My dog is growling in the dark
Something's pulling me outside
To ride around in circles
I know that you have got the time
Coz anything I want, you do
You'll take a ride through the strangers
Who don't understand how to feel
In the deathcar, we're alive
In the deathcar, we're alive

I'll let some air come in the window
Kind of wakes me up a little
I don't turn on the radio
Coz they play @#%$, like....You know
When your hand was down on my dick
It felt quite amazing
And now that, that is all over
All we've got is the silence
In the deathcar, we're alive
In the deathcar, we're alive
So come on mandolins, play

When I touched you
I felt that you still had your baby fat
And a little taste of baby's breath
Makes me forget about death
At your age you're still joking
It ain't time yet for the choking
So now we can see the movie and see each other truly
In the deathcar, we're alive
In the deathcar, we're alive
I want to hear some mandolins

Nashville Blues
Composer(s): Boudleaux Bryant; Felice Bryant
Performer(s): The Everly Brothers;
and various other artists



A letter just came from Nashville
My sweet baby says she's blue
Gotta get back to Nashville
Or my heart will break in 2
Oh I miss her so; I just gotta go
I've got the Nashville blues

Gotta get back to Nashville
'Cause that's where the good times are
Ever since I left Nashville
The kicks ain't been up to par
I'm lonely & though I'm livin' just low
I've got the Nashville blues

Wanna go see my Sally
And tell her that I still care
Wanna see Prinner's Alley
And dig all the cool spice there
I'm makin' to be in old Tennessee
I've got the Nashville blues