Butcher's Tale (Western Front 1914)
Composer(s): Chris White
First release by: The Zombies - 1968
Covered by multiple other artists



A butcher yes that was my trade
But the king's shilling is now my fee
A butcher I may as well have stayed
For the slaughter that I see

And the preacher in his pulpit
Sermon: "Go and fight, do what is right"
But he don't have to hear these guns
And I'll bet he sleeps at night

And I
And I can't stop shaking
My hands won't stop shaking
My arms won't stop shaking
My mind won't stop shaking
I want to go home
Please let me go home
Go home

And I have seen a friend of mine 
Hang on the wire 
Like some rag toy 
Then in the heat the flies come down 
And cover up the boy
And the flies come down in 
Gommecourt, Thiepval
Mametz Wood, and French Verdun
If the preacher he could see those flies 
Wouldn't preach for the sound of guns

And I
And I can't stop shaking
My hands won't stop shaking
My arms won't stop shaking
My mind won't stop shaking
I want to go home
Please let me go home
Go home

Can't Teach An Old Dog New Tricks
Composer(s): Laurie C. Anderson - Gary "U.S." Bonds
Performer(s): Gary U.S. Bonds; Bruce Springsteen; Southside Johnny



Come on!
You gotta get up pretty early in the morning, babe
If you think you can just up and out-slick me
'Cause I've been fooled by the best
BS-ed by the rest
I've tried everything there is in life from A to Z
I've dined with friends in high places
Slept with girls of all races
Got down with the brothers in the bowery
And they all taught me one thing
There's no such thing as a sure thing
Life as we know it has no guarantees
I've been in the battles
Taken my licks
Had lots of parties
Had all the kicks
I'm not often well
But, I ain't never been sick
Oh, can't teach an old dog new tricks
Can't teach an old dog new tricks
Come on!
People talk and make promises 'bout this and that
But action's the only thing that excites me
All those promises they're making
I'd be crazy if I take 'em
I'd keep them stored up in my memory
I'm just living in a world where society
And what people say and do
No longer interests me
I'm just living out my days
Set in my ways
Living for my friends and my family
Well, I've lived in the city
I ain't what you call slick
Grew up in the country
But don't call me no hick
I've been through the thin, I've been through the thick
So you can't teach an old dog new tricks
Can't teach an old dog new tricks
Come on!
Well, I've been in the battles
Taken my licks
Had lots of parties
Had all the kicks
I'm not often well
But I ain't never been sick
So, you can't teach an old dog new tricks
Can't teach an old dog new tricks
Seems like everybody knows how things should be
Yeah, they've all got their stories they can't wait to tell
I've got my own way of being who I wanna be
I can't live my life for no one else
I keep my mind wide open
To what you gotta say
Lord, I ain't always right
But I know when you're wrong
'Cause I've been doing it too doggone long
You can sing it if you wanna
But it's still my doggone song
You can't teach an old dog new tricks
Can't teach an old dog new tricks
Can't teach an old dog new tricks
Can't teach an old dog new tricks
(Oh, no, no, no)
Can't teach an old dog new tricks
(You just can't do it now)
Can't teach an old dog new tricks
(No, you can't do it)
Can't teach an old dog new tricks
(You just can't do it now)
(No, no you)
Can't teach a
Can't teach a
No, you can't teach a
Can't teach a
(Whoah, whoah, whoah)
Can't teach a
Can't teach a
(No, no, no)
(Come on, Bondsie!)
Oh you can't teach an old dog new tricks
Can't teach an old dog new tricks
Can't teach an ...

Fille Du Feu
Composer(s): Thierry Séchan; Julien Clerc
Performer(s): Julien Clerc



Elle a des yeux comme une ville en flammes
La voix des violons de Bohême
Ses cheveux d'algues et de fleurs qui se fanent
Inondent son châle de laine

Elle vient d'un monde nomade et son âme
Chemine sur les grandes plaines
Je voudrais tant suivre sa caravane
Courir dans le sang de ses veines

Fille du feu, ma tzigane
Noire sur le fond bleu des gitanes
Oh, fille du feu, ma tzigane

Les soirs d'été, quand les bûchers s'enflamment
Du côté des Saintes-Maries
Des mains d'argent qui nous viennent d'Espagne
Font danser la mer et la nuit

Les bras tendus vers les pâles étoiles
Elle chante sur le sable gris
Le vent marin qui soulève ses voiles
Emporte sa plainte et ses cris

Elle est d'un peuple qu'on chasse ou qu'on parque
Dans des terrains vagues ou des camps
Il n'est pas bon de voyager sans carte
Sur les grandes ailes du vent

Fille du feu, ma tzigane
Noire sur le fond bleu des gitanes
Oh, fille du feu, ma tzigane

Elle a des yeux comme une ville en flammes
La voix du cristal de Bohême

Burden Of Freedom
Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson
First release by: Kris Kristofferson - 1972



I stand on the stairway, my back to the dungeon
The doorway to freedom, so close to my hand
Voices behind me, they bitterly damn me
For seeking salvation they don't understand

Lord, help me to shoulder the burdon of freedom
And give me the courage to be what I can
And when I am wounded by those who condemn me
Lord, help me forgive them 
They don't understand

Their lonely frustrations descending to laughter
Erases the footprints I leave in the sand
For I'm free to travel where they cannot follow
In search of the kingdom they don't understand

Lord, help me to shoulder the burdon of freedom
And give me the courage to be what I can
And when I have wounded the last one who loved me
Lord, help her forgive me 
I don't understand

Une Poussière Dans Le Coeur ((aka Je Suis À Toi (Sandra Kim) - 1993))
((Adapted from: Can't Take My Eyes Off You (Frankie Valli) - 1967))
Composer(s): Robert Crewe Jr. - Robert Gaudio - Michel Rivgauche
Performer(s): Line Renaud - 1969

Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Preciso Olhar Pra Você (Jean Carlo)
1968 - Per Ricominciare (Mina)



Chaque fois que tu rentres tard
Quand tu viens me dire bonsoir
Je meurs d'envie de savoir
Pourquoi tu rentres si tard
Mais toi tu me prends la main
Tu parles de tout et de rien
Et devant tes yeux rieurs
J'ai une poussière dans le cœur

Tu ouvres alors tes tiroirs
Et je mordille mon mouchoir
Oh je voudrais tant savoir
Pourquoi tu rentres si tard
J'ai les yeux un peu rougis
Mais tu vois, je te souris
Non ne crois pas que j'ai peur
J'ai une poussière dans le cœur

Délivre-moi, dis de ce qui n'est pas toi
Ma tête éclate à ne penser qu'à ça
Arrache-moi, dis cette poussière dans le cœur
Délivre-moi, dis, de ce flot de pensée
Oh ça me ronge, et je veux oublier
Oh mon amour, emporte-moi avec toi

Mais le sommeil nous sépare
Et je repose dans le noir
Je voudrais tellement savoir
Pourquoi tu rentres si tard
A quoi rêves-tu déjà
A qui rêves-tu dis moi
Oh ce n'est pas que j'ai peur
J'ai une poussière dans le cœur

Délivre-moi, car je ne peux plus penser
Moi je suis bien, bien, oh si bien dans tes bras
Enlève-moi, dis, cette poussière dans le cœur (ad lib…)

Fille De La Nuit
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday



Quand je suis arrivé dans ta ville
Je n'ai vu que toi dans la nuit noire
Et j'ai senti dans mon bas ventre
Comme une flamme
Une flamme qui m'a brûlé toute la nuit

Je te veux
Je te veux
Fille de la nuit

Je te veux
Je te veux
Fille de la nuit

Je t'ai cherché dans toute la ville
Cherchant ton visage dans le noir
Et j'avais dans la gorge
Serré comme une boule
Une boule qui m'empêchait même de boire

Je te veux
Je te veux
Fille de la nuit

Je te veux
Je te veux
Fille de la nuit

Oh ! J'échangerais toutes les filles
Pour te revoir
Je veux t'avoir

Je t'ai trouvé enfin dans la ville
Longue et blonde et nue
Sur ton lit noir
Et je t'ai déchiré
Comme une fleur fragile
Je t'ai eu et c'est ma plus belle victoire

Je t'ai eu
Je t'ai eu
Fille de la nuit

Je t'ai eu
Je t'ai eu
Fille de la nuit

The Bunny Hop
Composer(s): Ray Anthony - Leonard Auletti
Performer(s): Ray Anthony
and multiple other artists



The moves: Right, right
Left, left
Up
Back
Hop, hop, hop
Hop, hop, hop

Put your right foot forward
Put your left foot out
Do the Bunny Hop
Hop, hop, hop!

Dance this new creation
It's the new sensation
Do the Bunny Hop
Hop, hop, hop!

Let's all join in the fun
Father, mother, son
Do the Bunny Hop
Hop, hop, hop! 

Knock knock
Who's there?
Ammonia
Ammonia trying to be funny!

Can't Take My Eyes Off You
Composer(s): Robert Crewe Jr. - Robert Gaudio
First release by: Frankie Valli - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Preciso Olhar Pra Você (Jean Carlo)
1968 - Per Ricominciare (Mina)
1969 - Une Poussière Dans Le Coeur (Line Renaud)
1993 - Je Suis À Toi (Sandra Kim)



You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off you
You'd be like heaven to touch
I want to hold you so much
At long last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off you

Pardon the way that I stare
There's nothing else to compare
The sight of you leaves me weak 
There are no words left to speak
But if you feel like I feel
Please let me know that it's real
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off you

I love you baby, and if it's quite all right
I need you baby to warm the lonely night
I love you baby
Trust in me when I say
Oh pretty baby, don't bring me down, I pray
Oh pretty baby, now that I found you 
Stay

And let me love you, baby 
Let me love you ... 

I love you baby, and if it's quite alright
I need you baby to warm the lonely night
I love you baby
Trust in me when I say
Oh pretty baby, don't bring me down, I pray
Oh pretty baby, now that I found you 
Stay

Oh pretty baby 
Trust in me when I say: Oh pretty baby ...

Fille D'Aujourd'hui
Performer(s): Guy Béart



Tout s'est passé trop tôt et trop vite
J'étais jolie et j'étais petite
j'ai couru trop tôt et mon corps n'était pas prêt
Je ne pouvais plus arrêter après {2x}

Où vas-tu fille, fille d'aujourd'hui?
Où t'en vas-tu?
Vers quel vertige d'éclair et de bruit?
Je suis fille d'aujourd'hui
tout va vite et moi, je suis

J'ai pris la mer trop tôt et trop vite
Un homme vient, un homme vous quitte
L'un, c'est le vautour, l'autre le chardonneret
Qui peut le savoir? On apprend après {2x}

Où vas-tu fille, fille d'aujourd'hui?
Où t'en vas-tu?
Vers quel vertige d'éclair et de bruit?
Je suis fille d'aujourd'hui
tout va vite et moi, je suis

J'ai tout dansé trop tôt et trop vite
les rythmes doux, les rythmes de fuite
J'ai voulu ensemble et la joie et le regret
On ne peut plus les séparer après {2x}
Tout s'est cueilli trop tôt et trop vite
on s'est aimé à la marguerite
Un peu et beaucoup se poursuivent sans arrêt
à la folie et pas du tout après {2x}

Où vas-tu fille, fille d'aujourd'hui?
Où t'en vas-tu?
Vers quel vertige de brume et de bruit?
Je suis fille d'aujourd'hui
tout va vite et moi, je suis

The Bullfighter Was A Lady
Composer(s): Sid Tepper - Roy C. Bennett
Performer(s): Elvis Presley



Pedro the bull was a killer
King of the bullfight arena
He'd wipe up the floor with each brave matador
And have matador stew for his dinner

He heard the crowd shouting "Olé"
But he met his master that day

The bullfighter was a lady
And it was true love at first sight
Her red cape was waving but Pedro was shaving
He wanted to date her that night

Olé

Pedro the bull he was smitten
First time the love bug had bitten
He once was a mad bull, a wild and a bad bull
But now he was mild as a kitten

The people were starting to hiss
But Pedro just wanted to kiss

The bullfighter was a lady
And Pedro he liked what he saw
He floated on air with a rose in his hair
As he waltzed with that sweet matador

His fate was a bad one, his tale is a sad one
It's hanging right over her door

Olé! 

Blind Love
Composer(s): B.B. King; Riley King; Jules Taub
Originally performed by: B.B. King
Covered by various other artists



There ain't nobody gonna do my baby wrong
There ain't nobody gonna do my baby wrong
I still love her even though she's gone
I know my baby's been out on the street
I know my baby's been out on the street
She got a story to tell for every man she meets

Chorus
Blind love, blind love
It oughta be a crime
To love you the way I do
My best friend knows
But he don't want to say
My best friend knows
But he don't want to say
Ya know it hurts him so bad
To see you doin' me this way
I see my baby and I just raise my hand
I see my baby and I just raise my hand
You know it hurts down in my heart
To see her with another man

Chorus

Fill Your Heart
Composer(s): Biff Rose; Paul Williams
Performer(s): Tiny Tim;
and various other artists



And now my dear friends
I’d like to dedicate this song to all of you out there
Wherever you may be...
North, south, east or west, to everyone all over the world
This song is for you!

Fill your heart with love today, don’t play the game of time
Things that happened in the past, happened in your mind
In your mind, only in your mind, in your mind
Forget your mind and you’ll be free

Happiness is happening, the dragons have been bled
Loveliness is everywhere, fear’s just in your head
Forget your head and you’ll be free

The writings on the wall, free
And you can know it all, know it all if you choose
Remember, lovers never lose
They are free of thoughts un-pure, and of thoughts unkind
Gentleness can clear the head, love can clean the mind and make it free

(Oh, I love this!)

The writings on the wall, and you can know it all
Know it all if you choose, remember lovers never lose
They are free!
Free! Free! Free! Free!

The Bug Song
Performer(s): Stompin' Tom Connors



Now when the good ol' holidays roll around 
I'm the kind of a guy that likes to be found
Just takin it easy and layin around, doin nothin'

But I take my chair and sit on the lawn
And just when all my cares are gone 
About a million bugs start carryin on, and I'm cussin'

Some caterpillar from up some tree 
Decides as far as he can see
There's nothin to do but to fall on me, the damn worm

And a dirty ole fly just makin it clear 
That he ain't had a bath for over a year
So he's takin one now in my glass of beer to lose germs

Bugs Bugs Bugs, if I had them all in jugs
I'd dig dig dig, till a big big hole was dug dug dug dug
And that would be the end of the bug song

Well I try to sleep when I get the chance 
But you just can't trust them cursed ants
They're never satisfied till they're in your pants and you're crawlin'

With a spider web right across the face 
I'm lookin' around for a better place
Till a couple of hornets take up the chase and I'm howlin'

Well I head for the house and I hold my breath 
Till I find some stuff in the medicine chest
For the welts I got on the spot you guessed, where I'm sittin'

And the wife gets mad 'cause I forgot 
To get stuff for the fleas our kitten caught
Off some old dog on the neighbours lot, and she's rippin'

Bugs Bugs Bugs, if I had them all in jugs
I'd dig dig dig, till a big big hole was dug dug dug dug
And that would be the end of the bug song

Well I chased that moth from the middle drawer 
That chewed the clothes I useta wore
And I jammed my thumb on the bedroom door tryin to catch 'im

And I'm sure the mosquitoes all know their skill 
'Cause one pryed up my windowsill
And he limped through the air with a broken drill, and I'm scratchin'

You might think I'm a little bit rough 
'Cause I don't take to that nature stuff
But I think I've just about had enough of them bugs

Now your backyard might be okay, 
But I'm goin down to buy some spray
'Cause my little place is walkin away with them bugs

Bugs Bugs Bugs, if I had them all in jugs
I'd dig dig dig, till a big big hole was dug dug dug dug
And that would be the end of the bug song
That would be the end of the bug song
I'm gonna dig dig dig, dig dig dig dig dig dig...

Can't Stop The Music
Composer(s): Henri Belolo - Phil Hurtt - Jacques Morali - Victor Whitehead
Performer(s): The Village People



Everyone you meet
the children in the street are swaying
To the rhythm
there's something moving in them
There's no place to hide
So why even try
Can't you hear it coming you way it's here to stay
Music in our walk
Music when we talk
It's really something magic
to lose it would be tragic
Can't you feel the sound
Moving through the ground
music makes the world go around
You can't stop the music
nobody can stop the music
Take the cold from the snow
tell the trees "don't grow"
Tell the wind "don't blow"
'cause it's easier no!
You can't stop the music
nobody can stop the music
Take the spark from love
make the rain fall up
'Cause that's easier to do
Moving with the wind
Since the world began the beat is gona get cha'
The beat is gonna get cha'
Music for the blues
For young dancing shoes
There's music in the way that we kiss
You can't resist moving through the trees
Buzzing with the bees
The sound is getting louder
the sound is getting louder
Music when we play
when we kneel to pray
There's music in the sound of the wind
You can't stop the music
Nobody can stop the music
Take the heat from flame
Try not feeling pain
Though you try in vain
It's much easier no!
You can't stop the music
Nobody can stop the music
Change the master plan
Take the hope from man
'Cause that's easier to do
On the radio
on every TV show
For each and every reason
In each and every season
Music when we love
for the moon above
Music for the show of life that never ends
Music on a plane
music on a train
Sailing on the ocean
music in the motion
Music in your car
at your local bar
There's music when you look at a star
You can stop the music
nobody can stop the music
Keep two lovers apart
mend a broken heart
Catch a falling star
that's much easier to do
No! You can stop the music
Nobody can stop the music
Tell the sun "Don't shine"
Stop old father time
'Cause that's easier to do
You can stop the music
nobody can stop the music
Take the cold from the snow ...

Figure Of Fun
Composer(s): The Birthday Party
Performer(s): The Birthday Party



wow! uh oh

I am a figure of fun
obsessive, dead-pan and moribund
[creantic girl] seasick
I am the figure of fun

[?] I baked in the sun
I have no luck in love
I have no luck in anything
I am a figure of fun

and I'm impressed by everyone
but I impress no-one
it's irritating
I am a figure of fun

ROCK!

I am a figure of fun
I have money
but money isn't everything to a figure of
fun fun fun fun fun fun...
I love you baby fun fun fun...

The Bug
Composer(s): Mark Knopfler
First release by: Dire Straits - 1991



Well it's a strange old game - you learn it slow
One step forward and it's back to go
You're standing on the throttle
You're standing on the brakes
In the groove 'til you make a mistake

Sometimes you're the windshield
Sometimes you're the bug
Sometimes it all comes together baby
Sometimes you're a fool in love
Sometimes you're the Louisville Slugger
Sometimes you're the ball
Sometimes it all comes together baby
Sometimes your're going to lose it all

You gotta know happy - you gotta know sad
Because you're gonna know lonely
And you're gonna know bad
When you're rippin' and a ridin', and
You're comin' on strong
You start slippin' and a slidin', and
It all goes wrong, because

Sometimes you're the windshield
Sometimes you're the bug
Sometimes it all comes together baby
Sometimes you're a fool in love
Sometimes you're the Louisville Slugger
Sometimes you're the ball
Sometimes it all comes together baby
Sometimes your're going to lose it all

One day you got the glory
Then you got none
One day you're a diamond
Then you're a stone
Everything can change
In the blink of an eye
So let the good times roll
Before we say goodbye, because

Sometimes you're the windshield
Sometimes you're the bug
Sometimes it all comes together baby
Sometimes you're a fool in love
Sometimes you're the Louisville Slugger
Sometimes you're the ball
Sometimes it all comes together baby
Sometimes you're going to lose it all 

Can't Stop Rockin'
Composer(s): Frank Beard - Billy Gibbons - Dusty Hill
Performer(s): ZZ Top



I heard about the rock for sometime, I know
It's easy to do when you feel the roll
Makes you want to get up, makes you wanna move your feet
No matter how it's done you know it can't be beat
'Cause I can't stop rockin'
no, I can't stop rockin'
Well, I can't stop rockin'
baby, till I lose my mind 

Somebody said it's wrong but I know it's all right
then it really hits you like a shot in the night
I'm never gonna stop as long as I can stay
Listen to me now, can't you hear me say
I can't stop rockin'
no, I can't stop rockin'
Well, I can't stop rockin'
baby, till I lose my mind 

I like to work it down low, I like to work it to the top
And when it starts rockin' I ain't never gonna stop
Get yourself loose, get yourself high
I love to feel the motion and I'm tellin' you why
'Cause I can't stop rockin'
no, I can't stop rockin'
No, I can't stop rockin'
no matter what they do do do do do or say
No matter what you do do do do do or say, no no

Figlio, Figlio, Figlio
Composer(s): Roberto Vecchioni
Performer(s): Roberto Vecchioni



Figlio chi t'insegnerà le stelle
se da questa nave non potrai vederle?
Chi t'indicherà le luci dalla riva?
Figlio, quante volte non si arriva!
Chi t'insegnerà a guardare il cielo
fino a rimanere senza respiro?
A guardare un quadro per ore e ore
fino a avere i brividi dentro il cuore?
Che al di là del torto e la ragione
contano soltanto le persone?
Che non basta premere un bottone
per un' emozione?
Figlio, figlio, figlio
disperato giglio, giglio, giglio
luce di purissimo smeriglio
corro nel tuo cuore e non ti piglio
dimmi dove ti assomiglio
figlio, figlio, figlio
soffocato giglio, giglio, giglio
figlio della rabbia e dell' imbroglio
figlio della noia e lo sbadiglio
disperato figlio, figlio, figlio
Figlio, chi si è preso il tuo domani?
Quelli che hanno il mondo nelle mani
Figlio, chi ha cambiato il tuo sorriso?
Quelli che oggi vanno in Paradiso
Chi ti ha messo questo freddo in cuore?
Una madre col suo poco amore
Chi t' ha mantenuto questo freddo in cuore?
Una madre col suo troppo amore
Figlio, chi ti ha tolto il sentimento?
Non so di che parli, non lo sento
Cosa sta passando per la tua mente?
Che non credo a niente
Figlio, figlio, figlio
disperato giglio, giglio, giglio
luce di purissimo smeriglio
corro nel tuo cuore e non ti piglio
dimmi dove ti assomiglio
figlio, figlio, figlio
spaventato giglio, giglio, giglio
figlio della rabbia e dell' imbroglio
figlio della noia e lo sbadiglio
disperato figlio, figlio, figlio
Figlio, qui la notte è molto scura
non sei mica il primo ad aver paura
non sei mica il solo a nuotare sotto
tutt'e due ci abbiamo il culo rotto
non ci sono regole molto chiare
tiro quasi sempre ad indovinare
figlio, questo nodo ci lega al mondo
devo dirti no e tu andarmi contro
tu che hai l' infinito nella mano
io che rendo nobile il primo piano
figlio, so che devi colpirmi a morte
e colpire forte
Figlio, figlio, figlio
disperato giglio, giglio, giglio
luce di purissimo smeriglio
corro nel tuo cuore e non ti piglio
dimmi dove ti assomiglio
figlio, figlio, figlio
calpestato giglio, giglio, giglio
figlio della rabbia e dell' imbroglio
figlio della noia e lo sbadiglio
adorato figlio,figlio, figlio
Dimmi, dimmi, dimmi
cosa ne sarà di te?
Dimmi, dimmi, dimmi
cosa ne sarà di te?
Dimmi, dimmi, dimmi
cosa ne sarà di me?

The Buffalo, The Beetle, The Bouncing Kangaroo And The Bufo Marinus Cane Toad
Composer(s): Howard L. Kaplan



To understand the impact of the creature that says "moo" 
Upon the island continent, one must consider too 
The buffalo, the beetle, the bouncing kangaroo 
And the Bufo marinus cane toad

For purpose of discussion, we will say this story starts 
When a buffalo in Africa lifts up its tail and farts 
The whiff of gas that passes lets some scarabs know an ung
Ulate has likely stopped a moment to release a pile of dung 
The beetles set their windward course before the ground is hit 
By the pungent, fresh constituents of several pounds of shit
The leavings, rich in cellulose, of what the beast once ate 
Provide the food and space to brood, so beetles start to mate

The rollers and the dwellers and the tunnelers invade 
Continuing a cycle that Egyptian art portrayed
The rollers push their dung away to gain a bit of space 
The tunnellers drag theirs beneath; the dwellers nest in place 
Though individually small, they transport ton by ton 
And bury dung that otherwise would bake hard in the sun
While mites that hitch a ride on beetles' bodies start to eat 
The eggs of flies that otherwise would for the dung compete

If you're a biophysicist, then you can calculate 
That beasts can't move efficiently above a certain weight 
By hopping on their hind legs, and the mass this rule allows 
Means kangaroos cannot evolve to be the size of cows 
In consequence, the dung they leave is golf-ball sized, or less
And so Australia's coprophagous fauna could address 
Itself to handlng the smaller forms of pre-digested leaf
But not the kind that's left behind by half-ton hunks of beef 

The settlers who brought cattle to Australia many years 
Ago did not consider just how cow dung disappears
And so the growing, lowing herds left calling cards around 
Which, sun-baked and inedible, were occupying ground 
Until eroded by the weather, trampled under hoof
Or taken by the termites to form floor and wall and roof 
Eventually, despite the fact that Murphy tends to win 
When people meddle, hexapedal livestock was brought in 

Not all the coprophagous species introduced so far 
Are forming useful colonies, among the ones that are
Onthophagus gazella, found in Queensland, flies at night 
When cane toads lurk at dung pads to consume those who alight
These toads, of course, have been of not much use protecting canes 
While threatening survival of some beneficial strains
Perhaps a daylight flyer should assume gazella's role
Or else one tough and fierce enough to fight when swallowed whole! 

Can't Stop Loving You Now
Composer(s): Matthew Fisher
Performer(s): Matthew Fisher



Night turns for us so soon, workin' our dream
Right through the afternoon, oh
I know if I wake, I'll find that you're gone
But it's only myself that I'm tryin' to deceive
Everyone knows it's nothin' but make believe
The girl that I have to play
The cross that I have to bear, 'cause I ...
Can't stop loving you now, don't even know how
It's just a fantasy
Oh I can't stop loving you now
Don't even know how, oh girl, why can't you see?
It's too late, I can't stop loving you now
They just make me feel blue, things people say
Always make me think of you
Day after day, time after time
For only a time she once threw away
I close my eyes, it seems just like yesterday
How could you changed your mind
I never could change mine, oh I ...
Can't stop loving you now, don't even know how
It's just a fantasy
No I can't stop loving you now
Don't even know how, oh girl, why can't you see?
It's too late, I can't stop loving you ...
Can't stop loving you now, don't even know how
It's just a fantasy
Oh I can't stop loving you now
Don't even know how, oh girl, why can't you see?
It's too late, I can't stop loving you now
Can't stop loving you ...
can't stop loving you ...
can't stop loving you ... ooh
can't stop loving you ... ooh