Méditerranéenne
((Adapted from: L'italiano (by Toto Cutugno) - 1983))
Composer(s): Toto Cutugno - Cristiano Minellono - Didier Barbelivien - Hervé Vilard
Performer(s): Hervé Vilard - 1983



Ma vie sera la tienne, Méditerranéenne
Aux Saintes-Maries que j'aime
Y a danger pour l'étranger!

T'as sur le front la croix de ton village
Et deux grands yeux noirs qui me dévisagent
Qui t'a donné ce déhanché toi qui es née
Entre les vignes et les champs d'oliviers?
Dans ta famille on aime les orages
Les flamands roses et les chevaux sauvages
Eparpillés, ensoleillés, ensorcelés
Comme le sont tous les gens du voyage
Viens me rejoindre à la nuit, mais prends garde
Car tu sais bien que ton frère nous regarde
Qu'il t'a juré: y a danger pour l'étranger!
Méditerranéenne, mais qu'est-ce que tu es belle
Ce parfum de Bohème je l'aimerai puisque tu m'aimes

Ma vie sera la tienne, Méditerranéenne
Aux Saintes-Maries que j'aime
Y a danger pour l'étranger!

Mais j'ai envie de courir dans les vagues
Et de crier sous le ciel de Camargue
Qui t'a donné ce déhanché, la majesté d'être nu-pieds
Au milieu des gitanes?
À la tombée du jour, le feu, les flammes
Raniment l'amour dans le cœur des femmes
Quand tu es triste, un guitariste, un violoniste
Est toujours là pour jouer du vague à l'âme
Viens me rejoindre à la nuit mais prends garde
Car tu sais bien que ton frère nous regarde
Qu'il t'a juré : y a danger pour l'étranger!
Méditerranéenne, les guitares se souviennent
La mer est dans la plaine aux Saintes-Maries que j'aime

Ma vie sera la tienne, Méditerranéenne
Ce parfum de Bohème je l'aimerai puisque tu m'aimes

Ma vie sera la tienne, Méditerranéenne
Aux Saintes-Maries que j'aime
Y a danger pour l'étranger!

La la la la la ...

Maggie's Dream
Composer(s): Dave Loggins; Lisa Silver
Performer(s): Don Williams



Maggie's up each morning at four am
By five at the counter at the diner
Her trucker friends out on the road will soon be stoppin in
As the lights go on at Cafe Carolina

Maggie's been a waitress here most all her life
Thirty years of coffee cups and sore feet
The mountains around Ashville she's never seen the other side
Closer now to fifty than to forty

Maggie's never had a love
She said she's never had enough
Time to let a man into her life
Aw but Maggie has a dream
She's had since she was seventeen
To find a husband and be a wife

Maggie knows the truckers most by first name
What they'll have to say and what they'll order
And they take her in their stories to places far away
And leave her with the dishes, dreams and quarters

And she relies upon the jukebox on the lonely afternoon
When the business starts to slow down she plays the saddest tunes
And she stares off down the highway and she wonders where it goes
Nobody to go home to and it's almost time to close

L'italiana
Performer(s): Renato Zero



Non è il fascino ruffiano di una bandiera
la carezza di un dialetto, né una melodia
una cucina così povera ma sincera
allora che cos'è che mi lega a te
Quella faccia strafottente così italiana
di coraggio, di passione, di gelosia
stai nel recinto anche tu
in questo ghetto ci stai
per non vivere più
che bell'esempio che dai
Non rinuncerò
io non sbarrerò la porta
non accetterò
che la faccia mia sia un'altra ed io
quanto ti ho amata pure io
ma questo cielo oltre che il tuo
è pure il mio, la stessa anima
più malinconica, se questo è un oblio!

Da quel primo bacio dato senza pensare
nel timore che un amore ci porti via
migrazioni naturali quelle del cuore
valigie che pesano
Non c'è terra non c'è mare che può spiegare
quale mistica attrazione ci tiene qui
pronti a soffrire così
sono secoli ormai
le differenze fra noi
le appianeremo se vuoi
Madre anche tu
salva almeno le apparenze
tutti i figli tuoi
dalla Sicilia fino in Piemonte, ed io
se ti ho difesa lo sa Dio
ma il tuo pensiero non è più limpido
forse nostalgico
vivo di questa mia utopia, cara democrazia
non ci vedrai più
tutti intorno a una bottiglia
non c'entriamo ormai
nel ritratto di famiglia e tu
più delirante di così
madre dimenticata lì in un angolo
un ruolo scomodo
siamo davvero figli tuoi
così sicura sei
Io ci spero sai
che quel silenzio arrivi, mai!

Listening In
Composer(s): Mickey Bradley - John O'Neill
Performer(s): The Undertones



I was sitting on my own
No one rang so I picked up the phone
Then I heard your voice
I was listening in

You were talking in the hall
I wasn't there but I heard it all
Nothing I could do
Just listening in

On the carpet you're so small
Who had you covered wall to wall
Nothing I could do
Just listening in

Now you're gone any your line's dead
Nothing I can do instead
No more - no more
No more listening in 

Maggie May 
Composer(s): Martin Quittenton; Rod Stewart
Originally performed by: Rod Stewart 
Covered by various other artists



Wake up Maggie, I think I've got something to say to you
It's late September and I really should be back at school
I know I keep you amused
But I fell I'm being used
Oh Maggie, I couldn't have tried any more
You led me away from home
Just to save you from being alone
You stole my heart and that's what really hurts

The morning sun when it's in your eyes really shows your age
But that don't worry me none, in my eyes you're everything
I laughed at all of your jokes
My love you didn't need to coax
Oh Maggie, I couldn't have tried any more
You led me away from home
Just to save you from being alone
You stole my soul and that's a pain I can do without

All I needed was a friend to lend a helping hand
But you turned into a lover and mother, what a lover, you wore me out
All you did was wreck my bed
And in the morning kick me in the head
Oh Maggie, I couldn't have tried any more
You led me away from home
'Cause you didn't want to be alone
You stole my heart, I couldn't leave you if I tried

I suppose I could collecd my books and go on back to school
Or steal my daddy's cue and make a living at playing pool
Or find myself a rock and roll band
That needs a helping hand
Oh Maggie, I wished I'd never seen your face
You made a first class fool out of me
But I'm as blind as a fool can be
You stole my heart but I love you anyway
I'd never seen your face
I'll get on back home, one of these days

Listening
Composer(s): Michael Nesmith
Performer(s): Michael Nesmith



Sometimes thoughts coincidental
With activities quite simple
In consideration seem to be quite meaningless
Yet hoping for the best
I listen for the rest

Listening to find a way
To overcome earthbound decay
Still I'm classifying these ideas that come to me
Into those that I can see
And those that I can feel

It seems it should be
So easy to do
The things that I am led to do
But conviction and courage
Sometimes drift apart
And takes me back to the start

Sometimes thoughts coincidental
With activities quite simple
In consideration seem to be quite meaningless
Yet hoping for the best
I listen for the rest

Maggie Mae
Originally performed by: The Beatles



Oh, dirty Maggie Mae 
they have taken her away 
and she'll never walk 
down Lime Street anymore 

Oh, the judge she guilty found her 
of robbing the homeward bounder 
dirty no good robbing Maggie Mae 

It's the part of Liverpool 
She returned me to 
Two pound ten a week 
that was my pay

Listen Mr. Bilbo 
Composer(s): Adrienne Claiborne - Bob Claiborne
Performer(s): Peter, Paul and Mary
and multiple other artists



Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, I'll give you a lesson in history
Listen while I tell you that the foreigners you hate
Are the very same people made America great
Oh listen Mr. Bigot, uh-huh ... listen Mr. Bigot 

In 1492, just to see what he could see
Columbus, who was an Italian set out across the sea
He said "Isabella, baby, the world is round
And the USA's just awaitin' to be found" 

Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, I'll give you a lesson in history
Listen while I tell you that the foreigners you hate
Are the very same people made America great
Oh listen Mr. Bigot, uh-huh ... listen Mr. Bigot 

Oh listen Mr. Bigot, (well, some of my best friends are)
Listen Mr. Bigot (oh, they like to live with their own kind) 

Well when the King of England started pushin' Yanks around
They had a little trouble up in Boston town
But a brave, black, Crispus Attucks was the man
The first one to fall when the fightin' began

Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, I'll give you a lesson in history
Listen while I tell you that the foreigners you hate
Are the very same people made America great
Oh listen Mr. Bigot, uh-huh ... listen Mr. Bigot 

Oh listen Mr. Bigot
(They can't help it 
It's their cultural point of view)
Listen Mr. Bigot (They all look alike to me!) 

Now Bigot, you're taking one hell of a chance
Your good friends the Duponts, came over from France
Another thing I'm sure will be news to you
The first Mr. Bigot was a foreigner too

Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, I'll give you a lesson in history
Listen while I tell you that the foreigners you hate
Are the very same people made America great
Oh listen Mr. Bigot, uh-huh ... listen Mr. Bigot 

You don't like blacks, you don't like jews
Well if there's anyone you do like, it sure is news
You don't like Poles, Hispanics too
Anyway they serve you up, we don't like you 

Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, I'll give you a lesson in history
Listen while I tell you that the foreigners you hate
Are the very same people made America great
Oh listen Mr. Bigot, uh-huh ... listen Mr. Bigot 

Oh listen Mr. Bigot
(Well there we were on the beach, just trying to get some sun
And up comes a busload of them, well first they got these boxes that play this music 
I mean it's not even in English
Then they take out these stoves or hibachi's or something
The smoke was dreadful, the smell was even worse
I wouldn't let my daughter marry one, ya know?) 

Listen Mr. Bigot

Maggie
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Maura O'Connell



The violets were scenting the woods Maggie
Displaying their charms to the breeze
When I first said I loved only you Maggie
And you said you loved only me

The chestnut blooms green through the glades Maggie
A robin sang aloud from the tree
When I first said I loved only you Maggie
And you said you loved only me

A golden row of daffodils shone Maggie
And danced with the leaves on the breeze
When I first said I loved only you Maggie
And you said you loved only me

The birds in the trees sang a song Maggie
Of happy a trance for us to be
When I first said I loved only you Maggie
And you said you loved only me

Our dreams they have never come true Maggie
Our hopes they never were to be
When I first said I loved only you Maggie
And you said you loved only me

Listen, Learn, Read On
Composer(s): Ian Paice - Jon Lord - Ritchie Blackmore - Rod Evans
Performer(s): Deep Purple



In ages past when spells were cast 
In a time of men in steel 
When a man was taught no special thing 
It was all done by feel 

So listen, so learn, so read on 
You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn 

Hear the song of lovely Joan 
Her sound so sweet and clear 
In the courtroom of the King 
Among children and the peers 

So listen, so learn, so read on 
You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn 

'Now hear ye the words of Taliesyn, 
on the foaming beach of the ocean, 
in the day of trouble, 
I shall be of more service to thee 
than three hundred salmon...' 

The hare he bounds across the page 
Past castles white and fair 
Past dreaming chessmen on their boards 
With a fool's mate as a snare 

So listen, so learn, so read on 
You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn 

'Three times I have been born 
I know this from meditation...' 

The bird he flies the distance 
From pages two to six 
Past minstrels in their boxes 
To the waters of the Styx 

So listen, so learn, so read on 
You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn 

Don't take the pictures lightly 
Listen to their sound 
For from their coloured feeling 
Experience is found 

So listen, so learn, so read on 
You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn

'All the sciences of the world are collected in my breast 
for I know what has been, what is now
and what hereafter will occur ...' 

Maestras De Jujuy
Composer(s): León Gieco; Luis Gurevich
Performer(s): León Gieco



Llanto en flor aventura o sueño
solitaria al viento de Jujuy
en un rincón del mundo
                          
Silencio homenaje de niños
las nubes se abren para el sol
aliento del olvido

Despierta el camino la aurora
las estrellas dejan de brillar
La mula elige al azar pisar
entre las huellas nuevas

Es como una herida que sangra en libertad
es una soledad llena de alegrías
Es como una flor que se abre en la piedra
es la historia cercana a la memoria de glorias
glorias, glorias

Llorando las plegarias del gorrión
es una voz baja que grita
a quién le importa el co-ora-azón
                           
Bailando nueva ronda de hoy
nadie tiene la calma de ver
una gota de rocío

A veces el cielo te nombra
mensajera de la vida
No es Dios quien bendice sino la luna
cuando caen los días

Es como una herida que sangra en libertad
es una soledad llena de alegrías
Es como una flor que se abre en la piedra
es la historia cercana a la memoria de glorias
glorias, glorias

Listen To What The Man Said
Composer(s): Paul McCartney
Performer(s): Wings



Any Time, Any Day 
You Can Hear The People Say
But He Won't Mind, Well, I Don't Know 
But I Say Love Is Kind 

Soldier Boy Kisses Girl 
Leaves Behind A Tragic World 
But He Won't Mind, He's In Love 
And He Says Love Is Fine 

Oh -- Yes, Indeed We Know 
That People Will Find A Way To Go 
No Matter What The Man Said 
And Love Is Fine For All We Know 
For All We Know, Our Love Will Grow 
-- That's What The Man Said 
So Won't You Listen To What The Man Said 

He Said ...

Oh -- Yes, Indeed We Know 
That People Will Find A Way To Go ...

Oh -- Yes, Indeed We Know 
That People Will Find A Way To Go ...

The Wonder Of It All Baby ...
The Wonder Of It All Baby ...
The Wonder Of It All Baby ...

Madrigal
Composer(s): Don Felo
Performer(s): José Feliciano



Estando contigo me olvido de todo y de mi
parece que todo lo tengo teniéndote a ti
y no siento este mal que me agobia y que lo llevo conmigo
arruinando esta vida que tengo y no puedo vivir

Una rosa en tu pelo parece una estrella en el cielo
y en el viento parece un acento tu voz musical
y parece un destello de luz la medalla en tu cuello
al menor movimiento de tu cuerpo al andar

Yo a tu lado no siento las horas que van con el tiempo
ni me acuerdo que llevo en el pecho una herida mortal
yo contigo no siento el sonar de la lluvia y el viento
porque llevo tu amor en mi pecho como un madrigal

Atmospherics: Listen to the Radio
Composer(s): Peter Gabriel - Tom Robinson
First release by: Tom Robinson - 1984



Leave the bureau in the snow
Catch a tram to Onkel PO
Early evening ring around the moon
Slip in by the concierge
By the bikes and up the stairs

Snap the latch and creep into the room
You throw off your coat, pick up the post
And put a coffee on
Lie down on the bed, lay back your head
And smoke a cigarette

And listen to the radio
Listen to the radio
In the city late tonight
Double feature, black and white
"Bitter Tears" and "Taxi to the Klo"
Find a bar, avoid a fight
Show your papers, be polite
Walking home with nowhere else to go
You throw off your coat, pick up my note
Put another coffee on
Lie down on the bed, lay back your head
And smoke a cigarette

And listen to the radio
Listen to the radio
Atmospherics after dark
Noise and voices from the past
Across the dial from Moscow to Cologne
Interference in the night
Thousand miles on either side
Stations fading into the unknown
So throw off your coat, we'll butter some toast
And put a coffee on
We'll lie down on the bed, lay back our heads
Smoke another cigarette

And listen to the radio
Listen to the radio
All night long ...

Atmospherics: Listen to the Radio
Composer(s): Peter Gabriel - Tom Robinson
First release by: Tom Robinson - 1984



Leave the bureau in the snow
Catch a tram to Onkel PO
Early evening ring around the moon
Slip in by the concierge
By the bikes and up the stairs

Snap the latch and creep into the room
You throw off your coat, pick up the post
And put a coffee on
Lie down on the bed, lay back your head
And smoke a cigarette

And listen to the radio
Listen to the radio
In the city late tonight
Double feature, black and white
"Bitter Tears" and "Taxi to the Klo"
Find a bar, avoid a fight
Show your papers, be polite
Walking home with nowhere else to go
You throw off your coat, pick up my note
Put another coffee on
Lie down on the bed, lay back your head
And smoke a cigarette

And listen to the radio
Listen to the radio
Atmospherics after dark
Noise and voices from the past
Across the dial from Moscow to Cologne
Interference in the night
Thousand miles on either side
Stations fading into the unknown
So throw off your coat, we'll butter some toast
And put a coffee on
We'll lie down on the bed, lay back our heads
Smoke another cigarette

And listen to the radio
Listen to the radio
All night long ...

Madre Dolcissima
Composer(s): Zucchero
Performer(s): Zucchero



Niente di nuovo
Tranne l'affitto x me
Che mi ritrovo
E mi riperdo x ché

Non ho piú un Dio non ho
E ho perso l'anima
Vago nel vento
Vado peró!

Niente di nuovo
Tranne l'affitto x me
Che ci riprovo
E non capisco cos'é

Ti amo x ché ne ho bisogno
Non x ché ho bisogno di te
Io vago nel vento
Vado peró!

Mama salvami l'anima
Mama salvami l'anima
Mama salvami l'anima
Mama salvami l'anima

Niente di nuovo man
Tranne l'affitto x me
E non é x caso che
Vengo in ginocchio da te

Madre Dolcissima
Carezzami la testa
Che vado nel vento
Vago peró!

Mama salvami l'anima
Mama salvami l'anima
Mama salvami l'anima
Mama salvami l'anima

Jesus is breaking
Jesus is breaking
Jesus is breaking
Jesus is breaking

Mama salvami l'anima
Mama salvami l'anima
Mama salvami l'anima
Hey Mama salvami l'anima

Listen To The Ocean
Composer(s): Nina Möller - Frederik Von Pallandt
Performer(s): Nina & Frederik



There's a world of sun and sand
Full of sky and far from land
Where evening breezes caress the shore
Like a gentle comforting hand

Fragrant blossoms, honey bees
Careless laughter upon the breeze
And lovers fading to pools of deep
Purple shadows among the trees

Listen to the ocean, echoes of a million seashells
Forever it's in motion
Moving to a rhythmic and unwritten music
That's played eternally

The sound of a seagull's distant cry
His wings like parentheses drawn in the sky
And two white birds clinging like foam
To the crest of a wave rolling by

The silence of noon, the clamour of night
The heat of the day when the fish won't bite
These are the things that remind me of
The day you sailed out of sight

Listen to the ocean, echoes of a million seashells
Forever it's in motion
Moving to a rhythmic and unwritten music
That's played eternally

Madre
Composer(s): José Luis Armenteros
Performer(s): Raphael



Madre, cuando estas a mi lado
Ya no soy desgraciado ni le temo al dolor
En el silencio de tu muda plegaria
Se que a dios vas pidiendo para mi lo mejor

Madre, cuanto me has enseñado
Cuanto me has perdonado con divina bondad
Sin que yo hablara descubrias mis penas
Y al mirarme a la cara me llenabas de paz

Tu sonriendo, tu perdonando, tu comprendiendo
Lograras que siempre guarde dentro de mi alma
La fe tan grande que me das

¡Ay! madre cuando estas a mi lado
Ya no soy desgraciado ni le temo al dolor
En el silencio de mi muda plegaria
Yo tambien voy pidiendo par ti lo mejor

Madre, ¡ay! madre

Listen To The Music
Composer(s): Tom Johnston
First release by: The Doobie Brothers - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists



Don't you feel it growin', day by day
People gettin' ready for the news
Some are happy, some are sad
Oh, we got to let the music play
What the people need
Is a way to make 'em smile
It ain't so hard to do if you know how
Gotta get a message
Get it on through
Oh now mama, don't you ask me why

Oh, oh, listen to the music
Oh, oh, listen to the music
Oh, oh, listen to the music
All the time 

Well I know, you know better
Everything I say
Meet me in the country for a day
We'll be happy
And we'll dance
Oh, we're gonna dance our blues away
And if I'm feelin' good to you
And you're feelin' good to me
There ain't nothin' we can't do or say
Feelin' good, feeling fine
Oh, baby, let the music play 

Oh, oh, listen to the music
Oh, oh, listen to the music
Oh, oh, listen to the music
All the time 

Like a lazy flowing river
Surrounding castles in the sky
And the crowd is growing bigger
List'nin' for the happy sounds
And I got to let them fly 

Oh, oh, listen to the music
Oh, oh, listen to the music
Oh, oh, listen to the music
All the time

Madones
Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers



Sur la ligne exacte, entre clair-obscur
A l'heure immédiate, du passé futur
Je marche dans une ville inconnue surveillée par personne

A cette heure précise souffle le désir
Ne me dites rien, encore, laissez-le venir
Je marche dans une ville inconnue surveillée par personne
Je file la beauté disparue et son pas qui résonne

J'ai voyagé si loin pour me voir en dedans
Gagner du temps
Pourrais-je encore partir sans penser à m'enfuir
M'anéantir
Danser avec ma mort sur une place vide
Et donner au plaisir le parfum du suicide
Alors ne pleurez plus, madones
Je n'attends pas qu'on me pardonne

Le soleil éclate entre rouge et noir
Pour le dernier acte, au bord du trottoir
Je marche dans une ville inconnue surveillée par personne
Le soir passé, la nuit tendue, quelque chose déconne

Cassure immédiate, entre clair-obscur
Sur la ligne exacte de ma déchirure
Entre chien et loup, le premier impact
Ne me dites rien, encore, laissez-les se battre
Se battre dans une ville inconnue surveillée par personne
Passé la limite absolue, la police abandonne

Je suis allé très loin pour me voir en dedans
Gagner du temps
Pourrais-je encore partir sans penser à m'enfuir
M'anéantir
Danser avec ma mort sur une place vide
Et donner au plaisir le parfum du suicide
Alors ne pleurez plus, madones
Je n'attends pas qu'on me pardonne
Surtout ne pleurez pas, madones
Je n'attends plus qu'on me pardonne

Je marche dans une ville inconnue surveillée par personne
Je lis sur l'asphalte des rues le secret des madones
Un soir et quelques heures encore à tirer sur l'exil
Filer la beauté disparue qui ne tient qu'à un fil
Le dernier soir, la dernière nuit, pour savoir qu'elle existe
Et donner à l'ange déchu le goût du sacrifice