Sequel
Composer(s): Harry Chapin
Performer(s): Harry Chapin



So here she's actin' happy inside her handsome home
And me, I'm flyin' in my taxi, takin' tips and gettin' stoned

I got into town a little early
Had eight hours to kill before the show
First I thought about heading up north of the bay
Then I knew where I had to go

I thought about taking a limousine
Or at least a fancy car
But I ended up taking a taxi
'Cause that's how I got this far

You see, ten years ago it was the front seat
Drivin' stoned and feelin' no pain
Now here I am straight and sittin' in the back
Hitting Sixteen Parkside Lane

The driveway was the same as I remembered
And a butler came and answered the door
He just shook his head when I asked for her
And said "She doesn't live here anymore"

But he offered to give me the address
That they were forwarding her letters to
I just took it and returned to the cabbie
And said "I got one more fare for you"

And so we rolled back into the city
Up to a five store old brownstone
I rang the bell that had her name on the mailbox
The buzzer said somebody's home

And the look on her face as she opened the door
Was like an old joke told by a friend
It'd taken ten more years but she'd found her smile
And I watched the corners start to bend

And she said, "How are you Harry?
Haven't we played this scene before?"
I said "It's so good to see you, Sue
Had to play it out just once more"
Play it out just once more

She said I've heard you flying high on my radio
I answered "It's not all it seems"
That's when she laughed and she said, "It's better sometimes
When we don't get to touch our dreams"

That's when I asked her where was that actress
She said "That was somebody else"
And then I asked her why she looked so happy now
She said "I finally like myself, at last I like myself"

So we talked all through that afternoon
Talking about where we'd been
We talked of the tiny difference
Between ending and starting to begin
We talked because talking tells you things
Like what you really are thinking about
But sometimes you can't find what you're feeling
Till all the words run out

So I asked her to come to the concert
She said "No, I work at night"
I said, "We've gotten too damn good at leaving, Sue"
She said, "Harry, you're right"

Don't ask me if I made love to her
Or which one of us started to cry
Don't ask me why she wouldn't take the money that I left
If I answered at all I'd lie

So I thought about her as I sang that night
And how the circle keeps rolling around
How I act as I'm facing the footlights
And how she's flying with both feet on the ground

I guess it's a sequel to our story
From the journey 'tween heaven and hell
With half the time thinking of what might have been
and half thinkin' just as well

I guess only time will tell

Golden Years
Composer(s): David Bowie
Performer(s): David Bowie;
and various other artists



Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop

Don't let me hear you say life's taking you nowhere, angel
Come get up my baby
Look at that sky, life's begun
Nights are warm and the days are young
Come get up my baby

There's my baby, lost that's all
Once I'm begging you save her little soul
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Come get up my baby

Last night they loved you, opening doors and pulling some strings, angel
Come get up my baby
In walked luck and you looked in time
Never look back, walk tall, act fine
Come get up my baby

I'll stick with you baby for a thousand years
Nothing's gonna touch you in these golden years, gold
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Come get up my baby

Some of these days, and it won't be long
Gonna drive back down where you once belonged
In the back of a dream car twenty foot long
Don't cry my sweet, don't break my heart
Doing all right, but you gotta get smart
Wish upon, wish upon, day upon day, I believe oh lord
I believe all the way
Come get up my baby
Run for the shadows, run for the shadows, run for the shadows in these golden years

There's my baby, lost that's all
Once I'm begging you save her little soul
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Come get up my baby

Don't let me hear you say life's taking you nowhere, angel
Come get up my baby
Run for the shadows, run for the shadows
Run for the shadows in these golden years

I'll stick with you baby for a thousand years
Nothing's gonna touch you in these golden years, gold
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop

Taxi
Composer(s): Harry Chapin
Performer(s): Harry Chapin



It was raining hard in 'Frisco
I needed one more fare to make my night
A lady up ahead waved to flag me down
She got in at the light

Oh, where you going to, my lady blue 
It's a shame you ruined your gown in the rain 
She just looked out the window, and said 
"Sixteen Parkside Lane"

Something about her was familiar 
I could swear I'd seen her face before
But she said, "I'm sure you're mistaken" 
And she didn't say anything more

It took a while, but she looked in the mirror 
And she glanced at the license for my name 
A smile seemed to come to her slowly 
It was a sad smile, just the same
And she said, "How are you Harry?" 
I said, "How are you Sue? 
Through the too many miles 
and the too little smiles 
I still remember you" 

It was somewhere in a fairy tale
I used to take her home in my car 
We learned about love in the back of the Dodge 
The lesson hadn't gone too far 
You see, she was gonna be an actress 
And I was gonna learn to fly
She took off to find the footlights 
And I took off to find the sky

Oh, I've got something inside me 
To drive a princess blind 
There's a wild man, wizard 
He's hiding in me, illuminating my mind 
Oh, I've got something inside me 
Not what my life's about
Cause I've been letting my outside tide me 
Over 'till my time, runs out

Baby's so high that she's skying
Yes she's flying, afraid to fall 
I'll tell you why baby's crying 
Cause she's dying, aren't we all 

There was not much more for us to talk about 
Whatever we had once was gone 
So I turned my cab into the driveway 
Past the gate and the fine trimmed lawns 
And she said we must get together
But I knew it'd never be arranged 
And she handed me twenty dollars 
For a two fifty fare, she said 
"Harry, keep the change" 
Well another man might have been angry 
And another man might have been hurt 
But another man never would have let her go... 
I stashed the bill in my shirt 

And she walked away in silence
It's strange, how you never know
But we'd both gotten what we'd asked for 
Such a long, long time ago 

You see, she was gonna be an actress 
And I was gonna learn to fly
She took off to find the footlights 
And I took off for the sky 
And here, she's acting happy 
Inside her handsome home
And me, I'm flying in my taxi 
Taking tips, and getting stoned 
I go flying so high, when I'm stoned 

Golden Vanity
Dutch Title: Noordzee
Composer(s): Noel Paul Stookey;
Mary Travers; Peter Yarrow
Performer(s): Peter, Paul & Mary



There was a ship that sailed all on the lowland sea
And the name of the ship was the Golden Vanity
And we feared she would be taken by the Spanish enemy
As she sailed upon the lowland, lowland, lowland
Sailed upon the lowland sea

Then up spoke our cabinboy and boldly out spoke he
And he said to our captain "What will you give to me
If I swim along the side of the Spanish enemy
And I sink her in the lowland sea?"

"Oh I will give you silver and I will give you gold
And my own fair daughter your bonny bride shall be
If you'll swim along the side of the Spanish enemy
And you'll sink her in the lowland, lowland, lowland
Sink her in the lowland sea

Then the boy he made him ready and overboard sprang he
And he swam to the side of the Spanish enemy
With his brace and auger in her side he bored holes three
And sank he her in the lowland sea

Then quickly he swam back to the cheering of the crew
But the captain would not heed him, his promise he did rue
And he scorned his poor entreatings when loudly he did sue
And left him in the lowland,lowland, lowland
Left him in the lowland sea

Then the boy he turned round and he swam to the port side
And up to his messmates full bitterly he cried
"O messmates, draw me up, for I'm drifting with the tide
And I'm sinking in the lowland, lowland, lowland
Sinking in the lowland sea"

Then his messmates drew him up, but on the deck he died
And they stitched him in a hammock which was so fair and white
And they low'red him overboard, and he drifted with the tide
And he sank into the lowland, lowland, lowland
Sank into the lowland sea

There was a ship that sailed all on the lowland sea
And the name of the ship was the Golden Vanity
And we feared she would be taken by the Spanish enemy
As she sailed upon the lowland, lowland, lowland
Sailed upon the lowland sea

As she sailed upon the lowland, lowland, lowland
Sailed upon the lowland sea

Tavistock Goosey Fair
Composer(s): C. John Tryhall



'Tis just a month come Friday next, Bill Champerdown and me
Us traipsed across old Darty Moor, the Goosey Fair to see
Us made ourselves quite fitty, us greased and oiled our hair
Then off us goes in our Sunday clothes behind old Bill's grey mare

Us smelled the sage and onion 'alf a mile from Whitchurch Down
And didn't us 'ave a blow out when us come into the town
And there us met Ned Hannoford, Jan Steer and Nicky Square
And it seemed to we, all Devon must be to Tavistock Goosey Fair

And its oh, and where be a-going
And what be a-doing of there
Heave down your prong and stamp along
To Tavistock Goosey Fair

Us went to see the 'orses and the 'effers and the yews
Us went on all them roundabouts and into all the shows
And then it started raining and blowing in our face
So off us goes down to the Rose to 'ave a dish of tay

And then us had a sing song and the folks kept dropping in
And what with one an' t'other, well, us had a drop of gin
And what with one an' t'other, us didn't seem to care
Whether us was to Bellever Tor or Tavistock Goosey Fair

And its oh, and where be a-going
And what be a-doing of there
Heave down your prong and stamp along
To Tavistock Goosey Fair

'Twere raining streams and dark as pitch when us trotted 'ome that night
An' when us got past Merrivale Bridge, our mare, 'er took a fright
Says I to Bill, "Be careful, you'll 'ave us in them drains"
Says 'e to me, "Cor bugger, why 'aven't you got the reins?"

Just then the mare ran slap against a whacking great big stone
'Er kicked the trap to flibbits and 'er trotted off alone
And when it come to reckoning, 'tweren't no use standing there
Us 'ad to traipse 'ome thirteen mile from Tavistock Goosey Fair

And its oh, and where be a-going
And what be a-doing of there
Heave down your prong and stamp along
To Tavistock Goosey Fair

Muy Despacito
Composer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez
Performer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez
and various other artists



Despacito, muy despacito
se fue metiendo en mi corazón
con mentiras y cariñitos
la fui queriendo con mucho amor

Despacito, muy despacito
creció la llama de mi pasión
y sabiendo que no era buena
le di mi vida sin condición

Y hoy que quiero dejarla de amar
no responden las fuerzas de mi alma
ya no sé donde voy a acabar
porque yo ya no puedo olvidarla

Despacito, muy despacito
me dijo cosas que nunca oí
me enseño lo que tantas veces
en otros labios no comprendí

Pero todo, todo se acaba
la dicha grande también se va
y nos deja nomás recuerdos
recuerdos de ella que no vendrá

Y hoy que quiero dejarla de amar
no responden las fuerzas de mi alma
ya no sé donde voy a acabar
porque yo ya no puedo olvidarla

Golden Time Of Day
Composer(s): Frankie Beverly
Performer(s): Maze; Smooth Jazz All Stars



There's a time of the day
When the sun's going down
That's the golden time of day

It's a time that the sun
Shines the gold of her love
That's the golden time of day

I'm thinking of the day
When the wind is soft and low
All the leaves and flowers sway

When the sun settles down
And it takes a lovely morn'
That's the golden time of day

Wooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooohh
Wooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, wooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Wooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooh, wooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

People let me tell you that the time
In your life, when you find who you are
That's the golden time of day

And then in your mind you will find
You're upright, shining star
That's the golden time of day

When you feel deep inside
All the love you're looking for
Don't it make you feel okay

That's like the time of the day
When the sun's going down
That's the golden time of day
Ooh-oooh, that's the golden time of day
Oh-ooh-hah-ooh-aah-aahhh, that's the golden time of day

(Shining, can't you see it shining, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-aah)
Ooh, shine children, shine
(Shining, can't you see it shining, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-aah)
Let your lovelight shine
(Shining, can't you see it shining, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-aah)
Feel it, feel it
(Shining, can't you see it shining, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-aah)
Oh, shining, to believe in love
(Shining, can't you see it shining, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-aah)
Look above and give your heart, yeah, yeah
(Shining, can't you see it shining, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-aah)
Yeah, if you believe in love, shine
(Shining, can't you see it shining, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-aah)
Shine, shine your love, shine your love, shine your love
(Shining, can't you see it shining)

Tausend Wunder
((Swedish Version: Jag Skall Göra Allt (Agnetha Fälskog))
Composer(s): Agnetha Fälskog - Ben Juris
Performer(s): Agnetha Fälskog



Daß die Nebel steigen in den Bergen
Daß die Wolken immer weiterziehen
Es muß so sein und keiner hält sie auf

Daß die Blumen blühen auf den Wiesen
Daß die Sonne abends untergeht
Er ist irgendwo und hat es so bestimmt

Tausend Wunder gibt es auf dieser Welt
Tausend Wunder, die wir nicht sehen
Tausend Wunder, sind sie auch noch so klein
Sie geschehen tagaus, tagein
Mach' die Augen auf, denn schön ist diese Welt

Daß es Liebe gibt hier auf der Erde
Daß du Freunde hast die dich verstehen
Daß du Träume hast die in Erfüllung gehen

Daß du traurig warst und wieder glücklich bist
Und voll Hoffnung in die Zukunft siehst
Er ist irgendwo und hat es so bestimmt

Tausend Wunder gibt es auf dieser Welt
Tausend Wunder, die wir nicht sehen
Tausend Wunder, sind sie auch noch so klein
Sie geschehen tagaus, tagein
Mach' die Augen auf, denn schön ist diese Welt

Mutual Admiration Society
Composer(s): Matt Dubey; Harold Karr
Performer(s): Jaye P. Morgan
and various other artists



We belong to a Mutual Admiration Society
My baby and me
We belong to a Mutual Admiration Society

I think he's handsome and he's smart
I thinks that she's a work of art
I say that he's the greatest man
And likewise I'm her biggest fan
I say her kisses are like wine
His kiss is just is good as mine
And that's the way we pass the time of day
My baby and me
We belong to a Mutual Admiration Society

I say now you're the sweetest one
I say, no you're the sweetest one
She claims that I'm a natural wit
He says it's just the opposite
The only fighting that we do is
Just who loves who more than who
And we go on like that from night til dawn
My baby and me 
Oh, we belong to a Mutual Admiration Society

Now I do not exaggerate
I think she's nothing short of great
I say that kind of flattery 
Will get you any place with me
The way we carry on it tends 
To just embarass all our friends
And that is how we'll still be years from now
My baby and me
We belong to a Mutual Admiration Society
My baby and me
We belong to a Mutual Admiration Society
My baby and me

Golden Ring
Composer(s): Bobby Braddock; Rafe Van Hoy
Performer(s): Tammy Wynette;
and various other artists



In a pawn shop in Chicago
On a sunny summer day
A couple gazes at the wedding rings
There on display
She smiles and nods her head
As he says: "Honey that's for you
"It's not much, but it's the best
"That I can do"

Golden ring, (Golden ring)
With one tiny little stone
Waiting there, (Waiting there)
For someone to take to you home
By itself, (By itself)
It's just a cold metallic thing
Only love can make a golden wedding ring

In a little wedding chapel
Later on that afternoon
An old upright piano
Plays that old familiar tune
Tears roll down her cheeks
And happy thoughts run through her head
As he whispers low
"With this ring, I thee wed"

Golden ring, (Golden ring)
With one tiny little stone
Waiting there, (Waiting there)
For someone to take to you home
By itself, (By itself)
It's just a cold metallic thing
Only love can make a golden wedding ring

In a small two room apartment
As they fought their final round
He says: "You won't admit it
"But I know you're leavin' town"
She says: "One thing's for certain
"I don't love you any more"
And throws down the ring
As she walks out the door

Golden ring, (Golden ring)
With one tiny little stone
Waiting there, (Waiting there)
For someone to take to you home
By itself, (By itself)
It's just a cold metallic thing
Only love can make a golden wedding ring

In a pawn shop in Chicago
On a sunny summer day
A couple gazes at the wedding rings
There on display

Golden ring

Paper Heart
((French Version: C'est Un Coeur De Papier (Joe Dassin))
Composer(s): T. Pobers - Joe Dassin - Jean-Michel Rivat
Performer(s): Joe Dassin



You got a paper heart
You're in a cardboard world
Baby, your paper heart
Makes you a nowhere girl

Paper heart, paper heart…

Each day the wind that blows
Changes the way you feel
You got a paper heart
Baby, you're so unreal

Paper heart, paper heart…

You laugh when I cry
You dance when I'm blue…
So baby good-bye
This time went through

One day you'll play with fire
And burn 'ere your paper heart
Leavin' me only ashes
Ashes of your paper heart

Paper heart, paper heart…

Mütterlein
Composer(s): Nico
Performer(s): Nico



Liebes kleines Mütterlein
Nun darf ich endlich bei Dir Sein
Die Sehnsucht und die Einsamkeit
Erlösen sich in Seligkeit

Liebes kleines Mütterlein
Nun darf ich endlich bei Dir Sein
Die Sehnsucht und die Einsamkeit
Erlösen sich in Seligkeit

Die Wiege ist Dein Heimatkleid
Ein Schweben Deine Herrlichkeit
In Wonne wandelt Dein Herzeleid
Und greift in die siegende Flut hinein

Die Wiege ist Dein Heimatkleid
Ein Schweben Deiner Herrlichkeit
In Wonne wandelt Dein Herzeleid
Und greift in die siegende Flut hinein

Golden Ribbons
Composer(s): Kenny Loggins; Jim Messina
Performer(s): Loggins & Messina



Listen to the people crying
Hoping for the day they'll be free
I don’t have to tell you we're (they're) dieing
Just wake up, take a look, what do You see?
I see young men my own age in coffins
And mothers in tears for their sons*
And sweethearts and wives
Alone with their memories
And golden ribbon’s those fortunes of war
Thousands and thousands
Shall gather together
To seek and find the Way we all need
And the son will bring (backhanded glory) us together
Hallelujah
and rid ourselves of the pain we all see
We see young men our own age in coffins
And Mothers in tears for their sons
And Sweetheart’s and wives
Alone with their memories
And golden ribbon’s those fortunes of war
What does it to avail a man
To gain fortune
And lose his soul?

Tausend Rosarote Pfeile
Performer(s): Caterina Valente



Weißt du schon, was man fühlt
wenn da jemand auf dich ziehlt?
Und man ahnt schon irgendwie
wenn er dich trifft, hast du verspielt
Weißt du auch wie das ist
wenn da jemand auf dich schießt?
Na, das sind vielleicht Momente
die man nicht so schnell vergißt

Der da schießt, ist als Amor bekannt
und wenn er seinen Bogen mal spannt
dann fliegt ein Pfeil durch die Luft
so ein Pfeil durch die Luft
1000 rosarote Pfeile schießt er durch die blaue Nacht
und du solltest einmal hören
wenn er trifft, wie er dann lacht
1000 rosarote Pfeile schießt er, und wir halten still
weil ja schließlich jeder von uns mal getroffen werden will

Er schießt kreuz, er schießt quer
hat er keine Pfeile mehr
nimmt er einfach seinen Bogen
und wirft ihn noch hinterher
Er visiert jeden an
und man weiß nicht einmal wann
Er schafft's immer, daß am Ende
man noch happy enden kann

Der da schießt, ist als Amor bekannt
und wenn er seinen Bogen mal spannt
dann fliegt ein Pfeil durch die Luft
so ein Pfeil durch die Luft
1000 rosarote Pfeile schießt er durch die blaue Nacht
und du solltest einmal hören, wenn er trifft, wie er dann lacht
1000 rosarote Pfeile schießt er, und wir halten still
weil ja schließlich jeder von uns mal getroffen werden will

Vor dem Trick sei hier nochmals gewarnt
manchmal steht er als Denkmal getarnt
dann fliegt ein Pfeil durch die Luft
so ein Pfeil durch die Luft
1000 rosarote Pfeile schießt er durch die blaue Nacht
und du solltest einmal hören, wenn er trifft, wie er dann lacht
1000 rosarote Pfeile sind die Garantie dafür
daß ihr alle so verliebt seit, so verliebt genau wie wir
1000 rosarote Pfeile schießt er, und wir halten still
weil ja schließlich jeder von uns mal getroffen werden will

Mutiny In The Nursery
Composer(s): Johnny Mercer
Performer(s): Paul Whiteman
and various other artists



There's mutiny in the nursery
There's mutiny in the nursery
Mother Goose is on the loose 
Her kids are swingin' out

There's mutiny in the nursery
And music in the nursery
Mother Goose is on the loose
You ought to hear them shout

If you could see miss Jenny Jones, Jenny Jones, Jenny Jones
If you could see miss Jenny Jones you'd find her swinging lightly
And lately Mary won't get up, she won't get up, she won't get up
She stays out too late nightly

Oats, peas, beans and barley grow
Oats, peas, beans and barley grow
You and I and everyone knows how
Oats, peas, beans and barley grow

Oats, peas, beans and barley grow
How they do it, I don't know
But if you hand me my horn
I promise I won't blow no corn

Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep but she knows just where to find them
For they all stand around the bend waggin' their tails behind them

One little, two little, three little jittterbugs
Four little, five little, six little jittterbugs
Seven little, eight little, nine little jittterbugs
Ten little jitterbug boys
Ten, nine, eight little jitterbugs
Seven, six, five little jitterbugs
Four, three, two little jitterbugs
One little jitterbug girl

Mutiny, mutiny, must have mutiny
Mutiny, mutiny, must have mutiny
Swing out, kids, swing out

There was mutiny in the nursery when they all got loose
They began to yell for old Mother Goose

Get on down, all together
Get on down, take a gander
Get on down, struck on home
Don't miss the jamboree

Mutiny, mutiny, must have mutiny...
In the nursery!

Golden Opportunity
Composer(s): Kenny Lee Lewis; Gary Mallaber
Performer(s): Steve Miller Band



Watching the hands strike midnight
Reading the writing on the wall
Just in time to chase your dream
You got a chance to make it
You got a chance to take it all
Don't let it slip through your fingers

Runnin', hide'n
Slippin', slide'n
Wastin' time
You been there before

Go, go
It's a golden opportunity
Go, go
It's a golden opportunity
Go, go
It's a golden opportunity

You got a hometown sweetheart
She's got love that won't stop
She's so satisfied to be right by your side
And if you both believe it
You know you can achieve it all
Don't let it slip through your fingers

Runnin', hide'n
Slippin', slide'n
Wastin' time
I've been there before

Go, go
It's a golden opportunity
Go, go
It's a golden opportunity
Go, go
It's a golden opportunity
Go, go
It's a golden opportunity
Go, go
It's a golden opportunity
Go, go
It's a golden opportunity

Tatuaje Falso
Composer(s): Fito Páez
Performer(s): Fito Páez



Napoleon y su tremendamente emperatriz
Los Shocklender, Noy y sus ojos
y un animal que esta aprendiendo a sangrar
beben mas y pasaran al cuarto de salida

Maldición lo que perdemos
lo volvemos a amar
Rita Baila en Rosario Norte
y los muchacho quieren verla bailar
para que salir de aquí
si tengo mi par de ligas
y el mundo se esfuma
y este amor no es de verdad
siguen comiendo la luna
los hombres de Alcatraz
tatuaje falso

Mustapha Dupont
Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë; Gilbert Bécaud
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud



Mustapha Dupont
Il est né entre Constantine
Et Joinville-Le-Pont
Dupont Mustapha
C'est un bon Français
Comme toi et moi

Mohamed Durand
Il a vu le jour entre Fez
Et Clermont-Ferrand
Durand Mohamed Français cent pour cent
De A... à Z...

Abdou Mamadou
Son père est tombé en '44
En plein mois d'août
Mamadou Abdou il est bien d'chez nous
Comme toi, comme nous

C'est ça la couleur d' l' équipe de France
Entre bleu d'outre-mer et d' Provence
Tu prends un Lillois, Marseillais
Un Rital un peu polonais
C'est rouge orange, jaune, vert, bleu
Indigo, violet

Mustapha Dupont
Quand il allait à la commune de Bécon
Il disait comm' ça,
Mes ancêtres s'appelaient les Gaulois

Abdou Mamadou
Diplômé des universités
D'un peu partout
Mamadou Abdou de notre
Ambassade de Moscou

C'est ça la couleur d' l' équipe de France
Entre bleu d'outre-mer et d' Provence
Tu prends un Lillois, Marseillais
Un Rital un peu polonais
C'est rouge orange, jaune, vert, bleu
Indigo, violet

Et moi au milieu
Qui ne sais pas très bien
Où sont enterrés mes aïeux
Et moi au milieu
Mon sang est-il rouge
Ou blanc ou bleu
P' t' êt' les trois, Mustapha

Golden Oldies
Composer(s): Alan Hull
Performer(s): Alan Hull; Lindisfarne



Do you remember back in 64
when Johnny Lennon opened every door
and Bobby Dylan sung a song for you
there was nothing better to do

And it was easy to say I love you
the melody was clean and true
and in the morning it did not deserve to you
you could still recall another two

Chorus:
Tell me where are my golden oldies
I wonder what went wrong
tell me where are my golden oldies
I wonder what happened to your song

I suppose we have to carry on
the world is waiting for another song
and in the meantime what has been and done
sure was a whole lot of fun

Chorus:
Tell me where are my golden oldies
I wonder what went wrong
tell me where are my golden oldies
I wonder what happened to your song

Chorus: repeat 3 x

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



Quero ficar no teu corpo feito tatuagem
Que é pra te dar coragem
Pra seguir viagem
Quando a noite vem
E também pra me perpetuar em tua escrava
Que você pega, esfrega, nega
Mas não lava

Quero brincar no teu corpo feito bailarina
Que logo se alucina
Salta e te ilumina
Quando a noite vem
E nos músculos exaustos do teu braço
Repousar frouxa, murcha, farta
Morta de cansaço

Quero pesar feito cruz nas tuas coisas
Que te retalha em postas
Mas no fundo gostas
Quando a noite vem
Quer ser a cicatriz risonha e corrosiva
Marcada a frio, a ferro e fogo
Em carne viva

Corações de mãe
Arpões, sereias e serpentes
Que te rabiscam o corpo todo
Mas não sentes