Into The Valley
Composer(s): Stuart Adamson; Richard Jobson
First release by: The Skids - 1979
Covered by multiple other artists



Into the Valley
Betrothed and divine
Realisations no virtue
But who can define
Why soldiers go marching
Those masses a line
This disease is catching
From victory to stone

Ahoy! Ahoy! Land, sea and sky
Ahoy! Ahoy! Boy, man and soldier
Ahoy! Ahoy! Deceived and then punctured
Ahoy! Ahoy! Long may they die

Out of concealment
Blank and stark eyed
Why so uncertain
This culture deceives
Prophesised, brainwashed
Tomorrow's demise
All systems failing
The placards unroll

Ahoy! Ahoy! Land, sea and sky
Ahoy! Ahoy! Boy, man and soldier
Ahoy! Ahoy! Deceived and then punctured
Ahoy! Ahoy! Long may they die

Time for the audit
The gathering trial
A collectors dilemma
Repositioned and filed

New Orleans
Composer(s): Frank Guida; Joseph Royster
Performer(s): Gary "U.S." Bonds



Come on everybody take a trip with me
Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans
The honey suckle is bloomin on the honeysuckle vine
And love is blomin there all the time
Every Southern elle is a Mississippi queen
Down the Mississippi down in New Orleans
Come on take a stroll down to Basin Street
And listen to the music with the Dixieland beat
The magnolia bloosoms fills the air
If you ain't been to heaven, then you ain't been there
French moss hangin' from a big oak tree
Down the Mississippi down in New Orleans
Come on everybody take a trip with me
Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans
The honey suckle is bloomin on the honeysuckle vine
And love is blomin there all the time
Every Southern elle is a Mississippi queen
Down the Mississippi down in New Orleans

Into The Mystic
Composer(s): Van Morrison
First release by: Van Morrison - 1970
Covered by multiple other artists



We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic 

And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when the fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it

And I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And magnificently we will flow into the mystic

When that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I don't have to fear it

And I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will flow into the mystic
Come on girl...

Too late to stop now...

New Orleans
Performer(s): Billy Duke



(Y'all come down to New Orleans)
(Y'all come down to New Orleans)

Y'all come down to New Orleans
To the city where the king is the blues
Y'all come down to New Orleans
Where the rhythm travels down to your shoes

Jambalaya and potato pies
Creole babies with their pretty eyes
You'll find them there in New Orleans
They got 'em there in New Orleans

They learn from their Mammy and Pappy
To dance till the break of the day
Folks there know the way to be happy
A-let me tell ya, now what do you say

Y'all come down to New Orleans
To the city where the king is the blues
Y'all come down to New Orleans
Where the rhythm travels down to your shoes

Well, the shrimp boats are comin' up the Mississip'
Uh-huh-huh, pack your bags, c'mon and make the trip
'Cause when you get to New Orleans
You'll like it there in New Orleans

(Instrumental Break)

They learn from their Mammy and Pappy
To dance till the break of the day
Folks there know the way to be happy
A-let me tell ya, now what do you say

Y'all come down to New Orleans
To the city where the king is the blues
Y'all come down to New Orleans
Where the rhythm travels down to your shoes

Well, the shrimp boats are comin' up the Mississip'
A-pack your bags, come on and make the trip
'Cause when you get to New Orleans
You'll like it there in New Orleans

Y'all come down to New Orleans
Y'all come down to New Orleans
Y'all come down to New Orleans

Into The Heart
Performer(s): U2



Into the heart...of a child
I stay a while...oh, I can go back
Into the heart...of a child
I can smile
I can go there
Into the heart
Into the heart of a child
I can go back
I can stay awhile
Into the heart...

New Math
Composer(s): Tom Lehrer
Performer(s): Tom Lehrer



Some of you who have small children
may have perhaps been put in the embarrassing position
of being unable to do your child's arithmetic homework
because of the current revolution in mathematics teaching
known as the New Math
So as a public service here tonight
I thought I would offer a brief lesson in the New Math
Tonight, we're gonna cover subtraction 

This is the first room I've worked for a while that didn't have a blackboard 
so we will have to make do with more primitive visual aids 
as they say in the ed biz
Consider the following subtraction problem
which I will put up here: 342 minus 173
Now, remember how we used to do that: 
But in the new approach, as you know 
the important thing is to understand what you're doing 
rather than to get the right answer
Here's how they do it now: 

You can't take three from two
Two is less than three
So you look at the four in the tens place
Now that's really four tens
So you make it three tens
Regroup, and you change a ten to ten ones
And you add 'em to the two and get twelve
And you take away three, that's nine
Is that clear? 

Now instead of four in the tens place
You've got three
'Cause you added one
That is to say, ten, to the two
But you can't take seven from three
So you look in the hundreds place

From the three you then use one
To make ten ones...
(And you know why four plus minus one
Plus ten is fourteen minus one?
'Cause addition is commutative, right!)...
And so you've got thirteen tens
And you take away seven
And that leaves five... 

Well, six actually...
But the idea is the important thing! 

Now go back to the hundreds place
You're left with two
And you take away one from two
And that leaves...? 

Everybody get one?
Not bad for the first day! 

Hooray for New Math
New-hoo-hoo Math
It won't do you a bit of good to review math
It's so simple
So very simple
That only a child can do it! 

Now, that actually is not the answer that I had in mind
because the book that I got this problem out of wants you to do it in base eight
But don't panic! 
Base eight is just like base ten really - if you're missing two fingers! 
Shall we have a go at it? 
Hang on... 

You can't take three from two
Two is less than three
So you look at the four in the eights place
Now that's really four eights
So you make it three eights
Regroup, and you change an eight to eight ones
And you add 'em to the two
And you get one-two base eight
Which is ten base ten
And you take away three, that's seven
Ok? 

Now instead of four in the eights place
You've got three
'Cause you added one
That is to say, eight, to the two
But you can't take seven from three
So you look at the sixty-fours... 

Sixty-four? "How did sixty-four get into it?" 
I hear you cry! 
Well, sixty-four is eight squared, don't you see? 
Well, ya ask a silly question, ya get a silly answer...! 

From the three, you then use one
To make eight ones
You add those ones to the three
And you get one-three base eight
Or, in other words
In base ten you have eleven
And you take away seven
And seven from eleven is four!
Now go back to the sixty-fours
You're left with two
And you take away one from two
And that leaves...? 

Now, let's not always see the same hands!
One, that's right
Whoever got one can stay after the show and clean the erasers

Hooray for New Math
New-hoo-hoo Math!
It won't do you a bit of good to review math
It's so simple
So very simple
That only a child can do it! 

Come back tomorrow night...we're gonna do fractions!

Into The Great Wide Open
(Italian Version: Nel Grande Spazio Aperto - 1992)
Composer(s): Tom Petty; Jeff Lynne
Performer(s): Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers - 1991



Eddie waited til' he finished high school
He went to Hollywood, got a tattoo
He met a girl out there with a tattoo too
The future was wide open

They moved into a place they both could afford
He found a night club he could work at the door
She had a guitar and she taught him some chords
The sky was the limit

Into the great wide open
Under them skies of blue
Out in the great wide open
A rebel without a clue

The papers said Ed always played from the heart
He got an agent and a roadie named Bart
They made a record and it went in the charts
The sky was the limit

His leather jacket had chains that would jingle
They both met movie stars, partied and mingled
Their A&R man said: "I don't hear a single"
The future was wide open

Into the great wide open
Under them skies of blue
Out in the great wide open
A rebel without a clue

Into the great wide open
Under them skies of blue
Into the great wide open
A rebel without a clue 

New Kid In Town
Composer(s): Don Henley; Glenn Frey; J.D. Souther
Performer(s): The Eagles;
and various other artists



There's talk on the street, it sounds so familiar
Great expectations, everybody's watching you
People you meet they all seem to know you
Even your old friends treat you like you're something new
Johnny-come-lately, the new kid in town
Everybody loves you, so don't let them down

You look in her eyes, the music begins to play
Hopeless romantics, here we go again
But after a while you're looking the other way
It's those restless hearts that never mend
Johnny-come-lately, the new kid in town
Will she still love you when you're not around?

There's so many things you should have told her
But night after night you're willing to hold her
Just hold her, tears on your shoulder

There's talk on the street, it's there to remind you
That it doesn't really matter which side you're on
You're walking away and they're talking behind you
They will never forget you till somebody new comes along

Where you been lately? 
There's a new kid in town
Everybody loves him, don't they? 
Now he's holding her
And you're still around, oh my my
There's a new kid in town
Just another new kid in town

Oo-hoo, everybody's talking 'bout the new kid in town
Oo-hoo, everybody's walking like the new kid in town
There's a new kid in town (I don't want to hear it)
There's a new kid in town (I don't want to hear it)
There's a new kid in town
There's a new kid in town
There's a new kid in town (Everybody's talking)
There's a new kid in town (People started walking)
There's a new kid in town
There's a new kid in town
(repeat & fade)

Nel Grande Spazio Aperto
(Adapted from: Into The Great Wide Open - 1991)
Composer(s): Tom Petty; Jeff Lynne; Massimo Bubola
Performer(s): Cristiano De Andrè - 1992



Carlo finì le scuole e prese coraggio
andò a Milano e si fece un tatuaggio 
la sua ragazza lo portava all'orecchio
il futuro era aperto
poi si affitarono una casa da soli
lui trovò un posto in disco da buttafuori
lei gli insegnò delle chitarre il segreto
il cielo era il tetto

Nel grande spazio aperto 
sopra quel cielo blu
nel grande spazio aperto
sei un ribelle senza tribù 

Le recensioni erano buone davvero
prese un agente ed un bravo scudiero
fecero un disco che iniziava a salire 
il cielo era il confine 

Sopra il giubbotto aveva catene e chiodi
era invitato ai parties più prestigiosi 
ma il grande capo disse "Non è successo!" 
il futuro era aperto

Nel grande spazio aperto
sopra quel cielo blu 
nel grande spazio aperto
sei un ribelle senza tribù

Nel grande spazio aperto
sopra quel cielo blu
nel grande spazio aperto 
sei un ribelle senza tribù

New Horizons
Composer(s): Justin Hayward
Performer(s): The Moody Blues



I've had dreams enough for one
And I've got love enough for three
I have my hopes to comfort me
I've got my new horizons out to sea

Chorus
But I'm never gonna lose your precious gift
It will always be that way
And I know I'm gonna find my own peace of mind
Someday, someway

Where is this place that we have found
Nobody knows where we are bound
I long to hear, I need to see
Cos' I've shed tears too many for me

Chorus

On the wind, soaring free
Spread your wings, I'm beginning to see
Out of mind, far from view
Beyond the reach, of the nightmare come true

I've had dreams enough for one
And I've got love enough for three
I have my hopes to comfort me
I've got my new horizons out to sea

Chorus

Into The Arena
Composer(s): Nico
Performer(s): Nico



Bring him into the arena
And let the lion win again
A triumph for the worst
Or for the better

Escaping remains uncertain

Nemesis unloaded kiss
A victim of his prophecies
But we do much believe
He may not wish all to see

The dare
May be surrender

New Highway
Composer(s): Homer Jackson
Performer(s): Larry Sparks



I read a book about a man
Who never went to school
He could tell you more things about life
Than any man I ever knew

He didn't study to be a carpenter
But things he could build
Would stand the storms life could bring
No matter how small or big

And he built a new highway to Heaven
And few there'll be that travel thereon
He put me on a new highway to Heaven
There's no detour sign, you don't have to travel alone

He didn't study to be a scientist
Or have a doctor's degree
He knew more than any surgeon
Of this world could ever teach

He can remove a stony heart
Put a new one in its place
Jesus does this from inside out
Leaves no scars, no other trace

And he built a new highway to Heaven
And few there'll be that travel thereon
He put me on a new highway to Heaven
There's no detour sign, you don't have to travel alone

He put me on a new highway to Heaven
And few there'll be that travel thereon
He put me on a new highway to Heaven
There's no detour sign, you don't have to travel alone
He put me on a new highway to Heaven

Into My Arms
Composer(s): Nick Cave
First release by: Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - 1997



I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

And I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candlew burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms 

New Harmony
Composer(s): Craig Johnson
Performer(s): Jim Ringer



Evening hillside, summertime
Jars we filled with fireflies
I remember you and I
Say, it's been a long long time

And I've been sitting by the Ohio
Watching the tow boats rollin' up slow
Thinkin' of the places we used to go
You've been on my mind

Rain across the bottom land
broken stones from an old mill dam
West wind blowin' in the dawnin' day
Enough to blow the blues my way

And I've been sitting by the Ohio
Watching the tow boats rollin' up slow
Thinkin' of the places we used to go
You've been on my mind

Rusty rails, an old river town
Whistle blowin' New Orleans bound
Cornfields waitin' for the plow
All the things I can't tell you now

And I've been sitting by the Ohio
Watching the tow boats rollin' up slow
Thinkin' of the places we used to go
You've been on my mind

Indiana country roads,
Winter's sky so deep and cold
New moon's arms, cradle the old
Come home songs on the radio

And I've been sitting by the Ohio
Watching the tow boats rollin' up slow
Thinkin' of the places we used to go
You've been on my mind

Into Money
Composer(s): Robin Trower
Performer(s): Robin Trower



You've got your house, you've got your car
You live up on the hill among the stars
You say you did what you had to do
But was it really worth what they put you through
You know these things we believed in
It didn't touch you at all
I hate to see you like this baby
With your back to the wall

You lost your heart, when you lost your nerve
Maybe you lost your grip on that first curve
You used to talk about bein' free
Why, you're so tied up you can't even breathe

You know these things we believed in
They didn't touch you at all
I hate to see you like this baby
With your back to the wall
Money into money
Money into money

Money into money
Money into money
You're into money, into money
You're into money, money
Into money yeah, yeah
Into money
Into money, into money, into money yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Into money 

New Europeans
Composer(s): Warren Cann; Chris Cross;
Billy Currie; Ultravox; Midge Ure
Performer(s): Midge Ure; Ultravox



In a quiet street washed by the rain
a room within the home
A lonely man sits cheek to cheek with unique designs in chrome
The mellow years have long gone by, but now he sits alone
He has a brand new radio, but never turns it on

New Europeans
Young Europeans
New Europeans

A photograph of lovers lost lies pressed in magazines
Her eyes belong to a thousand girls, she's the wife who's never seen
Their educated son has left in search of borrowed dreams
His television's in his bed, he's frozen to the screen

New Europeans
Young Europeans
New Europeans

On a crowded beach washed by the sun, he puts his headphones on
His modern world revolves around the synthesizer's song
Full of future thoughts and thrills, his senses slip away
He's a European legacy, a culture for today

New Europeans
Young Europeans
New Europeans

Young Europeans

Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall
Composer(s): Doris Fisher; Allan Roberts
Performer(s): Ella Fitzgerald & The Ink Spots 
and multiple other artists



Into each life some rain must fall
But too much is falling in mine
Into each heart some tears must fall
But some day the sun will shine

Some folks can lose the blues in their hearts
But when I think of you another shower starts
Into each life some rain must fall
But too much is falling in mine

Into each and every life some rain has got to fall
But too much of that stuff is fallin' into mine
And into each heart some tears gotta fall
And I know that someday that sun is bound to shine

Some folks can lose the blues in their heart
But when I think of you another shower starts
Into each life some rain must fall
But too much is fallin' in mine 

New Cut Road
Composer(s): Guy Clark
Performer(s): Guy Clark;
Bobby Bare; Johnny Cash;
The Coal Porters; Emmylou Harris



Coleman Bonner was a fiddle playin' fool
He's a backwoods rounder and a breaker of mules
Coleman Bonner's got a wore out bow
He's been playin' all day down the new cut road

Coleman's little sister said you better act right 
Daddy's gone to Louisville he'll be back tonight
He's gonna get another wagon and a good pair of mules
And we gonna move to Texas we just waitin' on you

Coleman's daddy pulled up in the yard
He said pack up your lives kids it's gettin' too hard
Kentucky's alright but there's too many people
Just the other day I thought I saw a church steeple

Coleman said daddy don't you worry bout me
I'm gonna stay here in Kentucky till the day I d
I'm gonna drink that sourmash and gonna race that mare
And find that woman with the fox red hair

Now you all been movin' west since the day you got married
Well I'm gettin' off the wagon daddy I'm too old to be carried
Gonna stay here in Kentucky where the bluegrass grow
I'm gonna play it all night down the new cut road

Coleman's daddy said now what's it all comn' to
Young people these days are just as stubborn as mules
You can't make him go he's too old for that
It's that damned old fiddle and that bowler hat

Coleman's mama said let the boy stay
He's raised up solid and he can find his own way
But as for me honey I'm with you
I always thought Kentucky was just passin' through

Coleman's little sister then she started into a cryin'
And his daddy shook his head for the very last time
Coleman's mama said somebody's gotta do it
Wouldn't be no Kentucky less you didn't stick to it 

Coleman Booner stood on the porch of that cabin
Watched 'em all go to Texas in a covered wagon
He pulled out his fiddle and he rosined up his bow
And he played a little tune called the new cut road

International Heroes
Composer(s): Kim Fowley; Kerry Scott
First release by: Kim Fowley - 1973



Bobby and Sue still go to school
Falling asleep and it ain’t too cool
Time and day stuck in the rain
At every concert the bus leaves early
We’re just wasting time
Wondering what we’ll find when it’s all over

I think I’ll cut my hair off
And start a new game
Why bother being different
We’re all the same
Hey friend, it’s gotta end
I don’t care what you wear
It’s what you are that makes you a star

International heroes
You got the teenage blues
Change has gotta come soon
Or else we’re gonna lose

Noise I hear year after year
Ain’t done nothing more than become unclear
Hey everybody what have we got
Old clothes and records starting to rot
Don’t throw them away
Open yourselves to the sounds of the future

International heroes
You got the teenage blues
Change has gotta come soon
Or else we’re gonna lose (lose lose)

International heroes
You got the teenage blues
Change has gotta come soon
Or else we’re gonna lose

International heroes
You got the teenage blues
Change has gotta come soon
Or else we’re gonna lose 

New Blowtop Blues
Composer(s): Jane Feather; Leonard Feather
Performer(s): Dinah Washington;
Deborah Cox; Lavay Smith & Her Red Hot Skillet Lickers



I've got bad news baby, and you're the first to know
Yes I've got bad news baby, and you're the first to know
Well I discovered this morning that my wig is about to blow

Well I've been rocking on my feet and I've been talking all out of my head
Yes I've been rocking on my feet and I've been talking all out of my head
And when I get through talking, I can't remember a thing I've said

Now I used to be a sharpie
All dressed in the latest styles
But now I'm walking down Broadway
Wearing nothing but a smile
I see all kinds of little men
Although they're never there
I tried to push a subway train
And poured whiskey in my hair
I'm a gal who blew a fuse, I've got those blowtop blues

Last night I was five feet tall
Today I'm eight feet ten
Every time I fall downstairs, I float right up again
When someone turned the lights on me it like to drove me blind
I woke up this morning in Bellevue but I've left my mind behind
I'm a gal you can't excuse, 'cause I've got those blowtop blues

Well I got high last night, and I took my man to his wife's front door
Yes I got juiced last night and I took my man to his wife's front door
Oh but she was a 45-packin' mama, and I ain't goin' to try that no more!