Laugh, Clown, Laugh!
Composer(s): Ted Fiorito - Samuel M. Lewis - Joseph Young
Performer(s): Fred Waring
and multiple other artists



Life is a play and we all play a part
The Lover, the Dreamer, the Clown
The Dreamer and Lover are always in tears
The Clown spreads sunshine around
The life with a smile is the life worthwhile
The Clown till the curtain comes down

Even though you're only make believing
Laugh, Clown, laugh!
Even though something inside is grieving
Laugh, Clown, laugh!
Don't let your heart grow too mellow
Just be a real Punchinello, fellow

You're supposed to brighten up a place
And laugh, Clown, laugh!
Paint a lot of smiles around your face
And laugh, Clown, don't frown
Dressed in your best coloured humour
Be a pallietto and laugh, Clown, laugh!

Bei Mir Bist Du Schön
Composer(s): Sholem Secunda; Jacob Jacobs
Sammy Cahn; Saul Chaplin
Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters
and various other artists



Of all the boys I've known, and I've known some
Until I first met you, I was lonesome
And when you came in sight, dear, my heart grew light
And this old world seemed new to me

You're really swell, I have to admit you
Deserve expressions that really fit you
And so I've racked my brain, hoping to explain
All the things that you do to me

Bei mir bist du schön, please let me explain
Bei mir bist du schön means you're grand
Bei mir bist du schön, again I'll explain
It means you're the fairest in the land

I could say "Bella, Bella", even say "Wunderbar"
Each language only helps me tell you how grand you are

I've tried to explain, bei mir bist du schön
So kiss me and say you understand

Bei mir bist du schön, you've heard it all before
but let me try to explain
Bei mir bist du schön means that you're grand
Bei mir bist du schön, it's such an old refrain
and yet I should explain
It means I am begging for your hand

I could say "Bella, Bella", even say "Wunderbar"
Each language only helps me tell you how grand you are

I could say "Bella, Bella", even say "Wunderbar"
Each language only helps me tell you how grand you are

I've tried to explain, bei mir bist du schön
So kiss me and say that you will understand

Laugh To Keep From Crying
Composer(s): Madonna - Stephen Bray
Performer(s): Madonna



I can't lock my door
Oh, I don't have no privacy
The only thing that's mine
Is what's inside of me

When I've had enough
A little voice inside
It says you've got to be tough
You've got to take it in stride

Sometimes I am foolish
I let it get the best of me
At least I know that my mistakes
Are my responsibility
And

I just have to laugh to keep from crying
I just have to laugh to keep from crying

I don't have a dime
Oh, to buy those pretty things
But I hear all the evidence
You know it all sounds the same

But I'm still waiting
I've got my hands open wide
You know my dream isn't fading
I keep it hidden inside
Oh

I just have to laugh to keep from crying
I just have to laugh to keep from crying

I just have to laugh to keep from crying
I keep on trying

My friends don't understand
Oh, they think I've lost my mind
And I'm choking back the tears
I've got to swallow my pride

I just have to laugh to keep from crying
I just have to laugh to keep from crying

I just have to laugh, ah
La, ah
Lo, oh
La, ah 

Bei Dir War Es Immer So Schön
Composer(s): Hans Fritz Beckmann; Theo Mackeben
Performer(s): Hildegard Knef
and various other artists



Bei dir war es immer so schön 
Und es fällt mir unsagbar schwer, zu geh’n
Denn nur bei dir war ich wirklich zuhaus’
Doch der Traum, den ich hier geträumt, ist aus

Warum hast du mir denn so weh getan 
Und was fang ich ohne dich an
Bei dir war es immer so schön
Doch weil du eine andre liebst, muss ich geh’n

Nun muss alles, alles enden 
Weil ich dich nun doch verlor’
Und dass meine kleine Welt 
Wie ein Kartenhaus zerfällt, schmerzt mich sehr 

Ich steh da mit leeren Händen 
Und bin arm wie nie zuvor
Denn mein Reichtum warst nur du
Und nun frag ich mich, wozu kam ich her

Bei dir war es immer so schön 
Und es fällt mir unsagbar schwer, zu geh’n
Denn nur bei dir war ich wirklich zuhaus’
Doch der Traum, den ich hier geträumt, ist aus

Warum hast du mir denn so weh getan 
Und was fang ich ohne dich an?
Bei dir war es immer so schön
Doch weil du eine andre liebst, muss ich geh’n

Laugh At Me
Composer(s): Sonny Bono
First release by: Sonny Bono - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1965 - À La Même Heure (by Sheila)
1966 - Non Ridere Di Me (by I Ragazzi Del Sole)



Why can't I, be like any guy? 
Why do they try to make me run? 
Son of a gun, now

What do they care, about the clothes I wear? 
Why get their kicks from making fun, yeah 

This world's got a lot of space 
and if they don't like my face 
It ain't me that's going anywhere, no 

so I don't care 
Let 'em laugh at me 
If that's the fare 
I have to pay to be free 
then baby 
Laugh at me, and I'll cry for you 
and I'll pray for you 
and I'll do all the things that the man upstairs says to do 
I'll do 'em for you 
I'll do 'em 
I'll do 'em all for you 

It's gotta stop someplace 
It's gotta stop sometime 

I'll make sure that she's mine 
And maybe the next guy 
that don't wear a silk tie 
he can walk by and say "Hi" 
say, "Hi" 
instead of why 
instead of why 
instead of why babe 
instead of why 
what did I do to you 
I don't know what to do 

Behind Those Swinging Doors
Composer(s): Fleming Allan)
Performer(s): Spike Jones



T'was Saturday night in an old mining town
Jake's bar room was merry and gay
While far from the laughter a mother did wait
For Pop to come home with his pay
"What's keeping dear Father, why doesn't he come?"
The daughter exclaimed through her tears
The Mother replied, "I'm sadly afraid
Your Father has stopped for some beers"

Oh….Oh!
The doors swing in, the doors swing out
Where some pass in, and others pass out
Your Father, I fear, has his nose in the beer
Behind those swinging door-or-ors
(Hic)
Behind those swinging doors

"Oh I shall go fetch him" the daughter declared
"He shan't bring disgrace to our name"
Then straight-way she ran to the corner saloon
To save her poor Father from shame
"Dear Father, Dear Father come home with me now
The clock in the steeple strikes two" (Ding, Ding, Ding)
"Dear Mother is waiting, the rent must be paid
Don't spend all your money for brew"

Oh….Oh!
The doors swing in, the doors swing out
Where some pass in, and others pass out
Through the smoke and the haze
There stood Pop in a daze
Behind those swinging door-or-ors
(Hic)
Behind those swinging doors

Each Saturday night at the corner saloon
The miners come in with their gold
And Father blows in all his wages for gin
And Nellie blows home in the cold
"Dear Mother", she wailed, "My mission I've failed
My Father will ne'er mend his ways"
The Mother explained "We'll suffer the shame
It's always the woman who pays"

Oh….Oh!
The doors swing in, the doors swing out
Where some pass in, and others pass out
This story is told of a fool and his gold
Behind those swinging door-or-ors
(Hic – Burp)
Behind those swinging doors

À La Même Heure
((Adapted from: Laugh At Me (by Sonny Bono) - 1965))
((Italian Version: Non Ridere Di Me (by I Ragazzi Del Sole) - 1966))
Composer(s): Sonny Bono - Jacques Plante - Claude Carrère
Performer(s): Sheila - 1965



Quand tu es parti
Tous deux, on s'est promis
De penser l'un à l'autre
À la même heure

Et comme tous les soirs
Ensemble, on va pouvoir
Enfin, s'aimer de loin
À la même heure

Oui! Je pense à toi
Ne te tourmente pas
Puisque tu resteras seul
Dans mon coeur

Je te dis mes peines
Je te dis mes joies
Tu sais que je t'aime
Qu'il n'y a que toi
Oui, rien que toi!

Avant de m'endormir
Le soir, je prie pour toi
Et si je le fais
C'est que je sais
Qu'il est écrit
Que ma vie doit se faire avec toi
Et tu peux être sûr
Que jamais, jamais, je ne l'oublierai!

Et nous nous marierons
Nous aurons des enfants
Il n'y a pas de raison
Qu'il en soit autrement
Puisque nous nous aimons
Et que c'est pour la vie
Mais oui! Oui, je pense à toi!
Je pense à toi!
Je pense à toi!
Je pense à toi!
Je pense à toi mon amour! ...

Behind The Lines
Composer(s): Tony Banks; Phil Collins; Mike Rutherford
Performer(s): Phil Collins



I held the book so tightly in my hands
I saw your picture, heard you call my name
It was strange I could not look away
I had to be there, I wanted to go

You gave me no reason
you gave me no warning
But I was with you,
by your side
Give me the strength, so I can help you
And I can be strong now, they don't frighten me

It's written in the book

The sun is hotter than before
But inside it's cold, I wonder why
But if the fire within your heart can beat the storm
Well I believe we can make it right

It's time now
to show our feelings
Looking through you
your heart's empty
Whatever happened to you, you can't change it
Nowhere to run to, please, oh please don't let me down

But wait a minute I don't understand
it's getting stronger, hold my hand
Don't want to leave you I don't want to go
But I'm a' losing all control
Can't you see me I'm slipping away
I can only stay if you've the will to keep me here
Oh Lord

It's written in the book

I held the book so tightly in my hands
Saw your picture, heard you call my name
Oh, and even though we never, never touched
I keep waiting for you just the same

La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la..

Laugh And Walk Away
Composer(s): Art LaMonica - Robert Racioppo
Performer(s): Shirts



I haven't found the formula to measure my distress
The tick-tock of my heart-clock tells my mind I'm so depressed
I searched behind the mirrors and I broke down all the walls
Is it something rare or new or is it something old?
Is it something old?
My job it takes me everywhere but I ain't seen a thing
At eighty miles an hour rolling hills all seem the same
I've searched the mountains and the streams but I can't find a clue
Is it something old or worn or is it something new?
I go where I go (I go where I go)
I go where I go, I don't know
Such a silent world and an empty road
Behind that world is a pot of gold...
I woke up from a deep deep sleep and out the door I went
I didn't bother to turn back, my feet were sore and red
I searched behind the mirrors and I broke down all the walls
Is it something revenue or is it something new?
I go where I go (I go where I go)
I go where I go, I don't know
Such a silent world and an empty road
I go where I go (I go where I go)
I go where I go, I don't know
Such a silent world and an empty road
Behind that world is a pot of gold...
I'm sick of greedy people who just want a piece of me
They're all so clever and so bright and modern to the T
You smell them from a mile away but I don't really care
When it comes down to the facts I laugh and walk away (laugh and walk away)

Behind Closed Doors
Danish Title: Bag En Lukket Dør
Composer(s): Kenny O'Dell
Originally performed by: Charlie Rich
Covered by various other artists



My baby makes me proud, Lord don't she make me proud 
She never makes a scene by hanging all over me in a crowd
'Cause people like to talk, Lord, how they love to talk
But when they turn out the lights, I know she'll be leaving with me

And when we get behind closed doors
Then she lets her hair hang down
And she makes me glad I'm a man
Oh no one knows what goes on behind closed doors
My, behind closed doors

My baby makes me smile, Lord don't she make me smile
She's never too far away or too tired to say "I want you"
She's always a lady, just like a lady should be
But when they turn out the lights, she's still a baby to me

And when we get behind closed doors
Then she lets her hair hang down
And she makes me glad I'm a man
Oh no one knows what goes on behind closed doors
My, behind closed doors

Laugh And Be Happy
Composer(s): Lee Penny
Performer(s): "Sheriff" John Rovick



Come on now
Laugh and be happy and the world will laugh with you 
When people see you smiling they can't help smiling too 
When you look out the window to a dark and gloomy day 
Break out a smile and in a while the gloom will go away 
So laugh and be happy with a merry melody 
A song will make a hat rack look like a Christmas tree 
Get rid of worry in a hurry, chase the blues away 
Just laugh and be happy all the live.... long..... day..

Behind Blue Eyes
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
Originally performed by: The Who
Covered by various other artists



No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies

But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you

No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through

But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool

And if I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
And if I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat

No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

L'attente
Composer(s): Françoise Hardy - G. Kawcsyski
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy



Lui, il voudrait croire qu'il est libre
il ferme la porte et s'en va
sans me dire s'il reviendra
et voilà
moi, je vais faire un tour en ville
je rentre dans un cinéma
et après je ne sais pas
ça dépend des fois
quelquefois
je me promène
j'attends, je traîne
ou je retourne chez moi
lui, il croit qu'aimer une fille
c'est parfois comme être en prison
et pour mieux voir l'horizon
il s'en va
moi, je n'me sens pas très utile
en face de la télévision
toute seule à la maison
je ne tourne pas rond
quelquefois
je change les draps
j'appelle
untel
et lui dis viens chez moi

Beguine Without A Name  
Performer(s): Edmondo Ros



This is a song without a verse and just to make matters worse

After I composed this melody, not a single rhyme would come to me
That is why I have to call it 
The Beguine Without A Name
I wrote Senorita, you’re divine
Beautiful woo cha cha, please be mine
But I couldn’t find another line
For the beguine without a name

Then I wrote about a honeymoon
Even thought of spoon and croon and June
Had so many ifs and ands and buts
I got up and yelled “I’m going nuts!”
There is just another line or two
And beguine without a name is through
All you have to sing is toodle-oo
And end it ‘I love you’

Once I said that gay fiesta time
And Brazilian moonlight is sublime
But I couldn’t find another line
For the beguine without a name
Then I thought fiesta in Brazil
Sounded good with palm trees on a hill
But I had another line to fill
For the beguine without a name

So it makes no difference how you speak
English, French, Brazilian, Dutch or Greek
All you have to sing is toodle-oo 
And end it ‘I love you’

This was a song without a verse but now we’ve made the matter worse

Le Cadavre Exquis
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg



Si l'on jouait au jeu du cadavre exquis
Histoire d'nous passer un peu notre ennui
Tu écris un mot n'importe quoi
Et moi j'en inscris un autre après toi
La petite mouche à merde
A mis des bouchées doubles
Y a des coups d'pied qui s'perdent
Dans les roubles
Oui c'est ça le jeu du cadavre exquis
Nous allons y jouer toute la nuit
Emmanuelle aime les caresses
Buccales et manuelles
Remue un peu tes fesses
Me dit-elle
Moi j'préfère jouer au jeu du cadavre exquis
Que de l'enfiler toute la nuit
L'humour noir vient d'Afrique
Exemple Amin DiDi
Je bande magnétique
Pour lui
Si l'on jouait au jeu du cadavre exquis
Histoire d'nous passer un peu notre ennui

L'Atlantique
Composer(s): Michel Sardou - Pierre Delanoë - Jacques Revaux - Roger Loubet
Performer(s): Michel Sardou



Il est midi à Paris et toi tu dors encore
À Cold Canyon Water L.A.
Il est midi à L.A. et toi tu entres en scène
Sur les bords de la Seine Paris

Nous vivons des deux côtés d'un monde
À dix heures d'écart entre hier et demain
2 degrés 20 minutes et 14 secondes
C'est l'histoire du premier méridien

Il est midi à Paris et pour toi c'est l'aurore
Là-haut à Berverly L.A.
Je t'imagine endormi et si tu l'aimes encore
Est-ce que tu m'aimes un peu aussi

Il fait noir boul'vard du crépuscule
Il y a des orages même au paradis
Mais si l'on décidait d'accorder nos pendules
D'aller du zéro à l'infini

L'Atlantique au milieu
Et chacun sur sa rive
L'Atlantique au milieu
Un coup d'aile et j'arrive

Les oiseaux de l'Occident
Nous verrons passer au jour levant
Dans une machine
Qui court plus vite que le vent
Attends avant de te réveiller attends
Que je t'embrasse
Que je te dise bonjour
Avant de faire la traversée
Juste pour passer
Par dessus le temps
Et pour effacer les océans

L'Atlantique au milieu
De nos lointains rivages
L'Atlantique au milieu
De nous deux c'est dommage

Il est midi à Paris et mon avion taxi
Vient juste de quitter le sol
Il fait soleil à L.A. prends pas ton parapluie
Je t'attends sous mon parasol
Il est midi à Paris et nous on dort encore
À Cold Canyon Water L.A.
Autour de nous c'est la nuit mais si tu m'aimes aussi
Je me fous bien de l'heure qu'il est
Il est midi à Paris et nous on dort encore
À Cold Canyon Water L.A.
Autour de nous c'est la nuit mais si tu m'aimes aussi
Je me fous bien de l'heure qu'il est ...

Beginnings
Composer(s): Robert Lamm
Originally performed by: Chicago



When I'm with you
it doesn't matter where we are, or what we're doing
I'm with you, that's all that matters
Time passes much too quickly when we're together laughing
I wish I could sing it to you, oh no, I wish I could sing it to you
Mostly I'm silent
Never think of the right words to say

When I kiss you, I feel a thousand different feelings
The color of chills all over my body
And when I feel them, I quickly try to decide which one
I should try to put into words, oh no, try to put into words
Mostly I'm silent 
Silent

Only the beginning of what I want to feel forever
Only the beginning, only just the start
I've got to get you into my life mama, got to get you next to me
Only the beginning, only just the start
Only the beginning, only the beginning, only the beginning, only the beginning

Latin Lover
Composer(s): Gianna Nannini - Mauro Paoluzzi
Performer(s): Gianna Nannini



Sangue caldo frofumo da ballo
medaglioni sotto la t-shirt
marlon brando questioni di tango
mette in vendita il tuo sex appeal
ogni notte cambi faccia cambi stile cambi parole
Latin Lover Latin Lover
Sigarette fumate di fretta
gli occhi frugano nei decoltes
vedi Ornella Muta muta che si
cuce la bocca per te
mentre tu stai cambiando macchina
cambiando motore
Latin Lover Latin Lover Latin Lover
Stai con le tue foto stai con i tuoi
trucchi stai sull'orlo della notte
stai coi tuoi disegni stai con le tue storie
storte sull'orlo della notte
"bella bimba bella bimba non restare
cosi' sola al sole latin lover
bere forte mischiare le carte
per vedere quello che non c'e'
fai l'amore allo specchio di notte col suo neglige'
ogni volta cambi stile cambi dieta cambi emozione
Latin Lover Latin Lover
jenny e' fuori di testa stasera
non capisce perche' sei cosi'
beve birra non parla di guerra vuole il feeling subito
mentre tu non hai voglia ha voglia piu' di questa canzone
Latin Lover Latin Lover Latin Lover Latin Lover
Stai con le tue foto stai con i tuoi trucchi stai
sull'orlo della notte
stai coi tuoi disegni stai con le tue storie storte
sull'orlo della notte
bella bimba bella bimba non restare cosi' sola al sole
latin lover ... latin lover
stai con le tue foto stai

Beginning To See The Light
Composer(s): Lou Reed
Performer(s): The Velvet Underground;
Bettie Serveert; Lou Reed; Scenics



Well I’m beginning to see the light
Well I’m beginning to see the light
Some people work very hard
But still they never get it right
Well I’m beginning to see the light
Well I’m beginning to see the light
Now I’m beginning to see the light

Wine in the morning
And some breakfast at night
Well I’m beginning to see the light
Here we go again
Playing the fool again
Here we go again
Acting hard again
Well I’m beginning to see the light
Well I’m beginning to see the light
Now I’m beginning to see the light

Well I’m beginning to see the light
I’m beginning to see the light
I wore my teeth in my hands
So I could mess the hair of the night
Well I’m beginning to see the light
Hey I’m beginning to see the light
I met myself in a dream
And I just wanna tell you - everything was alright
I’m beginning to see the light
Here comes two of you
Which one will you chose?
One is black, one is blue
Don’t look just what to do
Well I’m beginning to see the light
Well I’m beginning to see the light
Now I’m beginning to see the light

Well I’m beginning to see the light
Well I’m beginning to see the light
Some people work very hard
But still they never get it right
Well I’m beginning to see the light
There are problems in these times
But none of them are mine
Baby, I’m beginning to see the light
Here we go again
I thought that you were my friend
Here we go again
I thought that you were my friend
How does it feel to be loved?
How does it feel to be loved?

Lather
Composer(s): Grace Slick
Performer(s): Jefferson Airplane
and multiple other artists



Lather was thirty years old today
They took away all of his toys
His mother sent newspaper clippings to him
About his old friends who'd stopped being boys
There was Harwitz E. Green, just turned thirty-three
His leather chair waits at the bank
And Seargent Dow Jones, twenty-seven years old
Commanding his very own tank
But Lather still finds it a nice thing to do
To lie about nude in the sand
Drawing pictures of mountains that look like bumps
And thrashing the air with his hands

But wait, oh Lather's productive you know
He produces the finest of sound
Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose
Snorting the best licks in town
But that's all over...

Lather was thirty years old today
And Lather came foam from his tongue
He looked at me eyes wide and plainly said
Is it true that I'm no longer young?
And the children call him famous
And the old men call him insane
And sometimes he's so nameless
That he hardly knows which game to play...
Which words to say...
And I should have told him, "No, you're not old"
And I should have let him go on...smiling...babywide