The Damage Is Done
Composer(s): Lou Gramm - Mick Jones
Performer(s): Foreigner



Is there a reason
For things that you say?
The way you're treating me
All the games I won't play
Well it's too late, no longer one
Don't want you, the damage is done

Will you miss me
When I leave you behind?
Will you tell your friends
I treated you unkind?
Well it's over now, and I'm on the run
I don't want you, the damage is done

There have been rumors
That my sense of humor is lacking in some ways
To me that's no reason, it's tantamount to treason
See what the judge has to say
You need to find someone half as blind
As I am to your games
And maybe you'll find out what it's all about
And it can drive you insane

Ooh the damage is done
And now I feel it's too late
The damage is done
It's over
Now I'm on the run
And baby you and I know
The damage is done

I feel it's too late
The damage is done

Cargo Culte
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg; Jane Birkin



Je sais moi des sorciers qui invoquent les jets
Dans la jungle de Nouvelle-Guinée
Ils scrutent le zénith convoitant les guinées
Que leur rapporterait le pillage du fret
Sur la mer de corail au passage de cet
Appareil ces créatures non dénuées
De raison ces papous attendent des nuées
L'avarie du Viscount et celle du Comet
Et comme leur totem n'a jamais pu abattre
À leurs pieds ni Bœing ni même D.C. quatre
Ils rêvent de hijacks et d'accidents d'oiseaux
Ces naufrageurs naïfs armés de sarbacanes
Qui sacrifient ainsi au culte du cargo
En soufflant vers l'azur et les aéroplanes
Où es-tu Melody et ton corps disloqué
Hante-t-il l'archipel que peuplent les sirènes
Ou bien accrochés au cargo dont la sirène
D'alarme s'est tue, es-tu restée
Au hasard des courants as-tu déjà touché
Ces lumineux coraux des côtes guinéennes
Où s'agitent en vain ces sorciers indigènes
Qui espèrent encore des avions brisés
N'ayant plus rien à perdre ni Dieu en qui croire
Afin qu'ils me rendent mes amours dérisoires
Moi, comme eux, j'ai prié les cargos de la nuit
Et je garde cette espérance d'un désastre
Aérien qui me ramènerait Melody
Mineure détournée de l'attraction des astres
"Tu t'appelles comment?
Melody
Melody comment?
Melody Nelson"

From A Moving Train
Composer(s): Gerry Beckley
Performer(s): America



I've seen the ides of march
And I've seen the fall of rome
I've seen all kinds of stuff
But I never see my home

If my life-line is
These million miles of track
One thing I know by now
There is no turning back

From a moving train
From a moving train
From a moving train
From a moving train

If every venture was
A path to no avail
I'd still be rolling down
This never ending trail

If we had a destination
In our sights
We would be helpless as
We passed it in the night

From a moving train (hear the engine running)
From a moving train (you can get on board)
From a moving train (hear the motor humming)
From a moving train (see, you've gotta see the light)

And if by chance you find a woman
That you might love along the way
You better hold her tight
Tell her everything's alright
Or she might jump along the way

From a moving train (hear the engine running)
From a moving train (you can get on board)
From a moving train (hear the motor humming)
From a moving train (see, you've gotta see the light)

From a moving train (hear the engine running)
From a moving train (you can get on board)
From a moving train (hear the motor humming)
From a moving train (see, you've gotta see the light)

Fiskar'n Och Jungfrun
English Title: Bend In The Water
Composer(s): Ola Magnell; Gordon Lightfoot
Performer(s): Lill Lindfors



Kom min vän, flyg min tärna
Till mitt sommarsund
Vagga fram längs vassar och holmar
Till ett aborrgrund
Glid mot land och lys min stjärna
På min friarstråt
Vagga fram längs vassar och holmar
I din fiskebåt

Men det tar sin tid i panik och trafik
Att bli fri och få sin frid på vattnet i min vik
Vagga fram längs vassar och holmar
Till ett aborrgrund
Glid till land och lys min stjärna
Kom och sitt en stund

Drick ditt vin för en gångs skull
Utan oro för nästa dag
Se månen lika fin och full
Som du och jag är svag
Men det tar sin tid att få känna rustik
Och banal och gammal galen romantik

Kom min vän, flyg min tärna
Till mitt sommarsund
Vagga fram längs vassar och holmar
Till ett aborrgrund
Ro min vän och lys min stjärna
På min friarstråt
Vagga fram längs vassar och holmar
I din fiskebåt

The D Song



D, D, D, D
Daddy dear, oh daddy dear
do dogs have dreams, do ducks have ears?
Do dragons dance, why do gophers dig holes?
Do gophers dress up in their dirty clothes?

Dogs dream of meat and their dreams are delicious
Ducks do have ears but they don't do the dishes
Gophers dig holes to hide their candy bars
Dragons don't dance and they don't smoke cigars

Daddy dear, oh daddy sweet
do dandylions roar, do daisies have feet?
May I have a drink of water and a dish of tadpoles?
Daddy how deep is a doughnut hole?

Dandylions roar and your daddy is deaf
The daisies drank the water and the tadpoles left
Your eyes are drooping darling daughter and you're dizzy in the head
The toads are eating dinner so it's time to go to bed

Little dolly go to bed

Carey Gully
Performer(s): Bon Scott



You go down Piggy Lane through the flowers
That paint the hills as far as you can see
And that´s where I while away my hours
Hours of eternity

In a little tin shed on the hillside
Where we sit and drink our peppermint tea
And the candlelight flickers inside
`Cos we haven´t got electricity

But I know I´ve found peace in Carey Gully
And I haven´t known that state of mind before
And I sing as I walk down in the valley
`Cos those city-things don´t bother me no more

Well it´s taken such a long time to get there
And we´ve travelled a long winding road
Now I sit in my old rocking chair
And my darling I never will go

But I know I´ve found peace in Carey Gully
And I haven´t known that state of mind before
And I sing as I walk down in the valley
`Cos those city-things don´t bother me no more
No, those city-things don´t bother me no more

Fishnet Stockings
Composer(s): Brian Setzer
Performer(s): Stray Cats; 
Mad Marge & The Stonecutters; 
The Quakes; Brian Setzer



Well my sweet baby wears fishnet stockings
When she starts a rockin' there ain't no stoppin'

Singing wop bop a doo dop fishnet stockings
Shoo wop a doo dop when she's rockin'
Bop bop a doo dop there ain't no stoppin'
Rockin' with my baby in her fishnet stockings

Well she's got a pair in pink
She's got a pair in red
When she puts the black ones she makes me loose my head

Singing wop bop a doo dop fishnet stockings
Shoo wop a doo dop when she's rockin'
Bop bop a doo dop there ain't no stoppin'
Rockin' with my baby in her fishnet stockings

One time

Well she's got a pair in pink
She's got a pair in red
When she puts the black ones she makes me loose my head

Singing wop bop a doo dop fishnet stockings
Shoo wop a doo dop when she's rockin'
Bop bop a doo dop there ain't no stoppin'
Rockin' with my baby in her fishnet stockings

Rock it again now

Well my sweet baby wears fishnet stockings
When she starts a rockin' there ain't no stoppin'

Singing wab bop a doo dop fishnet stockings
Shoo wop a doo dop when she's rockin'
Bop bop a doo dop there ain't no stoppin'
Rockin' with my baby in her fishnet stockings

The Curtain Falls
Composer(s): Sol Weinstein
Performer(s): Bobby Darin
and multiple other artists



Off comes the makeup, off comes the clown's disguise
The curtain's falling, the music softly dies
But I hope you're smiling as you're filing out the door
As they say in this biz that's all there is, there isn't any more

We've shared our moment, and as the moment ends
I've got a funny feeling we're parting now as friends
Your cheers and laughter will linger
After they've torn down these dusty walls

If I had this to do again
And the evening were new again
I would spend it with you again
But now the curtain falls

People say I was made for this
Nothing else would I trade for this
And just think I get paid for this
Good night, Ladies and Gentlemen and God love you

Careless Memories
Composer(s): Simon LeBon - Nick Rhodes - Andy Taylor - John Taylor - Roger Taylor
First release by: Duran Duran - 1981



So soon
just after you've gone 
my senses sharpen 
But it always takes 
so damned long 
before I feel how much 
my eyes have darkened 

Fear hangs a plane of gunsmoke 
drifting in our room 
so easy to disturb 
with a thought 
with a whisper... 
with a careless memory 

On the table 
signs of love lie scattered... 
and the walls break 
with a crashing within 
It's not as though
as though you really mattered 
But being close
how could I let you go 
without some feeling 
some precious sympathy following 

Fear hangs a plane of gunsmoke 
drifting in our room 
so easy to disturb 
with a thought 
with a whisper... 
with a careless memory 

I walk out into the sun 
I try to find a new day 
but the whole place 
it just screams in my eyes 
where are you now? 
cuz I don't want to meet you 
I think I'd die
I think I'd laugh at you
I think I'd cry
What am I supposed to do
follow you? 

Outside the thoughts 
come flooding back now... 
I just try to forget you... 
So easy to disturb 
with a thought... 
with a whisper... 
with a careless memory...

Fishin' In The Dark
Composer(s): Wendy Waldman; Jim Photoglo
Performer(s): The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band;
and various other artists



Lazy yellow moon comin' up tonite
shinin' thru the trees
Crickets are singin' and lightning bugs
are floatin on the breeze
Baby get ready.....

Across the field where the creek turns back by
the ole stump road
I'm gonna take you to a special place that
nobody knows
Baby get ready.....
OooooooOooo

You and me going fishing in the dark
Lying on our backs and counting the stars
Where the cool grass grows
Down by the river in the full moon light
We'll be fallin' in love in the middle of the night
Just movin' slow...

Stayin' the whole night thru 
feels so good to be with you...

Spring is almost over and the summer's come
and the days are gettin' long
Waited all winter for the time to be right 
just to take you along
Baby get ready.....

And it don't matter if we sit forever and the fish don't bite
Jump in the river and cool ourselves from the heat of the night
Baby get ready.....
OoooooooOoo.

Repeat Chorus (x3)

You and me going fishin' in the dark!

The Curse Of An Aching Heart
Composer(s): Henry Fink - Al Piantadosi
Performer(s): Will Oakland
and multiple other artists



You made me what I am today, I hope you're satisfied
You dragged and dragged me down until the soul within me died
You've shattered each and every dream, fooled me right from the start
And though you're not true, may God bless you
That's the curse of an aching heart

You made me what I am today, I should hope you're satisfied
You dragged, you dragged me down until the soul within me died
You've shattered each and every dream, you fooled me right from the start
And although you're not true, may God bless you
That's the curse of an aching heart

You made me what I am today
I hope you're satisfied
You dragged me down and down until
the soul within me died

You shattered each and every hope
I loved you from the start
And although, you're not true, May God bless you
That's the curse of an aching heart

Careless Love
Composer(s): Blind Boy Fuller
First recording/First release by: Gabriel Brown - 1935/Blind Boy Fuller - 1937
Covered by multiple other artists



Love, oh love, oh careless love
Love, oh love, oh careless love 
Oh it's love, oh love, oh careless love 
You see what careless love has done

Once I wore my apron low 
Once I wore my apron low 
Oh it's once I wore my apron low
You'd follow me through rain and snow

Now I wear my apron high 
Now I wear my apron high 
Oh it's now I wear my apron high
You'll see my door and pass it by

I cried last night and the night before
I cried last night and the night before 
Oh I cried last night and the night before
Going to cry tonight and cry no more

Love, oh love, oh careless love
Love, oh love, oh careless love 
Oh it's love, oh love, oh careless love 
You see what careless love has done

Fishin' Blues
Composer(s): Henry Thomas
Performer(s): Taj Mahal;
and various other artists



Bet ya goin' fishin' all o' de time
Baby goin fishin' too
Bet your life your sweet wife
Catch more fish than you

Many fish bites if ya got good bait
Uh here's a little tip that I would like to relate
Many fish bite if you got good bait

I'm a goin fishin'
Yes I'm goin' fishin'
And my baby goin' fishin too

I went on down to my favorite fishin' hole
Baby grabbed me a pole and line
Throw my pole on in, caught a nine pound catfish
Now you know I brought him home for suppertime

Provin' any fish bites if you got good bait
Uh here's a little tip that I would like to relate
Many fish bites if you got good bait

I'm a goin fishin'
Yes I'm goin fishin'
And my baby goin fishin' too

Baby brother 'bout to run me outta my mind
Say 'can I go fishin wit' you?'
I took him on down to de fishin' hole
Now what do you think that he did do?
Pulled a great big fish out the bottom of the pond
Now he laughed and jumped 'cause he was real gone

Many fish bites if you got good bait
I'm a goin fishin',
Yes I'm goin fishin'
and my baby goin fishin' too

Put em in the pot baby
Put him in the pan,
Honey cook him till he nice n brown
Make a batch of buttermilk hoecakes mama,
And chew dem things
And then ya chomp 'em on down

Singin' any fish bites if ya' got good bait
Here's a little tip that I would like to relate
Many fish bites if you got good bait

I'm a goin fishin'
Yes I'm goin fishin'
And my baby goin fishin' too

Play de blues

Bet ya' goin fishin' all o' the time
Baby goin' fishin' too
Bet your life your sweet wife
She gonna catch more fish than you

Many fish bites if ya' got good bait
Oh, here's a little tip that I would like to relate
Many fish bites if you got good bait

I'm a goin' fishin'
Mama's goin' fishin'
And the baby goin' fishin' too

Curragh Of Kildare
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Christy Moore
and multiple other artists



The winter it is past and the summer's come at last
The birds they are singing in the trees
Their little hearts are glad, but mine is very sad
For my true love is far away from me
And straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear

The rose upon the briar by the water running clear
Brings joy to the linnet and the deer
Their little hearts are blessed, but mine know no rest
For my true love is far away from me
And straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear

A livery I will wear and I'll comb back my hair
And in velvet so green I will appear
And straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear
And straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear

I'll wear a cap of black with some frills around my neck
Golden rings on my fingers I will wear
Oh yes, this I'll undertake for my own true lover's sake
For he lives in the Curragh of Kildare
And straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear

Oh, you who are in love and cannot it remove
I pity the pain you do endure
For experience lets me know that your hearts are full of woe
Yes, a woe that no other can cure
And straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear

Careless Hands
Composer(s): Bob Hilliard - Carl Sigman
First release by: Mel Tormé - 1949
Covered by multiple other artists



I let my heart fall into careless hands
Careless hands broke my heart in two
You held my dreams like worthless grains of sand
Careless hands don't care when dreams slip through
I brought you joy
And girl I loved you so
But all that sunshine didn't make the roses grow
If you don't change
Someday you'll know the sorrow of careless hands
That can't hold onto love

I let my heart fall into careless hands
Careless hands broke my heart in two
You held my dreams like worthless grains of sand
Careless hands don't care when dreams slip through
I brought you joy
And dear I loved you so
But all that sunshine didn't make the roses grow
If you don't change
Someday you'll know the sorrow of careless hands
That can't hold onto love
Careless hands that can't hold onto love
Talking 'bout those hands
That can't hold onto love
Talking 'bout those hands
That can't hold onto love

Fish And Chips
Composer(s): John Taylor; David Heneker
Performer(s): Paul Nicholas; 
Jack Wild; Joe Brown



My Uncle `Enry's got a shop down the `Igh Street
With marble on the counter and a big glass door
My Uncle `Enry's very famous down the `Igh Street
So let me tell you what `e's very famous for
`E found one day `is customers was getting' thin
They'd pass `'is fish and chip shop but they'd not go in
So Uncle stepped outside, threw back `is `ead and cried
In a voice as loud as sin………
Oh

`Addock or Cod or Sprats or `Ake
Filleted Dover Sole
Kippers or Scampi, Plaice or Skate
Mackerel by the shoal
I tell yer ev'rythin's fresh and newly fried
`Ot to the finger tips
You've never eaten till you've tried
Ol' `Enry's Fish and Chips! 
Oi!

Well, Uncle `Enry soon attracted a crowd there
All sorts of funny people like you never saw!
But when they `eard me Uncle shoutin' out aloud there
They come to see what all the blinkin' noise was for
From Acton Town to `Ackney Wick an' all around
They flocked to Uncle's like it was a football ground
A fish `e didn't sell, but still they paid `im well
Just to `ear `is great new sound………
Oh!

`Addock or Cod or Sprats or `Ake
Filleted Dover Sole
Kippers or Scampi, Plaice or Skate
Mackerel by the shoal
I tell yer ev'rythin's fresh and newly fried
`Ot to the finger tips
You've never eaten till you've tried
Ol' `Enry's Fish and Chips! 
Oi!

Soon Uncle `Enry was a signin' a contract
For `alf a dozen records an' TV an' all
Not only that, but someone else `ad bin in contact
An' offered him a concert at the Albert `All
But Uncle wasn't bothered by `is rise to fame
`E kept `is fish and chip shop going just the same
Though NOW `e made `is cash, at `alf a crown a bash
Singin' out `is old refrain………
Oh!

`Addock or Cod or Sprats or `Ake
Filleted Dover Sole
Kippers or Scampi, Plaice or Skate
Mackerel by the shoal
I tell yer ev'rythin's fresh and newly fried
`Ot to the finger tips
You've never eaten till you've tried
Ol' `Enry's Fish and Chips! 
Oi!

Now Uncle `Enry's clientele, they inform us
Includes eleven Ministers an' one MP
Dukes and their Duchesses in numbers quite enormous
An' chinless Debs `oo dend you up the family tree!
When questioned by reporters on `is great success
`E never makes a speech, `e Merely says "I guess
It's just because me voice is everybody's choice
Would you like to `ear it?" ………
Yes!

(Spoken – "I thought you might")

`Addock or Cod or Sprats or `Ake
Filleted Dover Sole
Kippers or Scampi, Plaice or Skate
Mackerel by the shoal
I tell yer ev'rythin's fresh and newly fried
Hot to the finger tips
You've never eaten till you've tried
Ol' `Enry's Fish and Chips! 
Oi!

(Fast)
`Addock or Cod or Sprats or `Ake
Filleted Dover Sole
Kippers or Scampi, Plaice or Skate
Mackerel by the shoal
I tell yer ev'rythin's fresh and newly fried
Hot to the finger tips
You've never eaten till you've tried
Ol' `Enry's Fish and Chips! 
Oh!

Ev'rythings fresh and newly fried
Hot to the finger tips
You've never eaten
Never, ever eaten

Till you've tried those can't be beaten
Uncle `Enry's Fish and Chips

The Curly Shuffle
Composer(s): Peter Quinn
Performer(s): Jump 'N The Saddle Band
and multiple other artists



When me and my friends go out on town
We can't sit still, we can't sit down
We don't like to fight and we don't like to scuffle
But we dance all night, doing the Curly Shuffle

Hey, Moe! Hey, Moe! (Hey, Moe! Hey, Moe!)
Well-a nyuk-nyuk-nyuk-nyuk (nyuk-nyuk-nyuk-nyuk)
La-da-dee, la-da-dee (la-da-dee, la-da-dee)
Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo!(Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo!)
Well, we never miss a chance
We get up and dance
And do the Curly Shuffle

Well, me and my friends love Larry and Moe
We love Curly's brother, Shemp, and his fat clone, Joe
It's such a delight to boogie and hustle,
Dancing all night, doing the Curly Shuffle

Hey, Moe! Hey, Moe! (Hey, Moe! Hey, Moe!)
Well-a a nyuk-nyuk-nyuk-nyuk (nyuk-nyuk-nyuk-nyuk)
Wee-dee-dee-wee-dee-dee-dee! (Wee-dee-dee-wee-dee-dee-dee!)
Oh, a wise guy! (Oh, a wise guy!)
Well, we never miss a chance
We get up and dance
And do the Curly Shuffle

Mmmm
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Aahh!

Well, me and my friends, we all love to see
Comedy classics on late night TV
Those knuckleheads get in a scuffle
They push and they shove, doing the Curly Shuffle

Hey, Moe! Hey, Moe! (Hey, Moe! Hey, Moe!)
Well-a nyuk-nyuk-nyuk-nyuk (nyuk-nyuk-nyuk-nyuk)
Look at the grouse, look at the grouse! (Look at the grouse, look at
the grouse!)
Ruff, ruff! (Ruff, ruff!)
Well, we never miss a chance
We get up and dance
And do the Curly Shuffle
That's right

(We do the Curly Shuffle) Whatd'ya say?
(We do the Curly Shuffle) That's what I thought ya said!
(We do the Curly Shuffle) Ah-ah-ah!
(We do the Curly Shuffle) Soitenly!
We never miss a chance
We get up and dance
And do the Curly Shuffle

Careless Darlin'
Composer(s): Ernest Tubb - Lou Wayne - Bob Shelton
Performer(s): Ernest Tubb
and multiple other artists



You said you'd love me and me alone
And that you'd always by mine my own
But someone new came and you did not
Care to remember so you forgot

Oh Careless Darlin', how carelessly
You broke the vow that you made to me
With all my heart I believed in you
But Careless Darlin' you were untrue

Your last goodbye will forever ring
Within my ear and will heartaches bring
I kept my promise, I kept my vow
But you kept nothing it's so plain now

Oh Careless Darlin', how carelessly
You broke the vow that you made to me
With all my heart I believed in you
But Careless Darlin' you were untrue

Now if tomorrow these bygone years
These olden mem-ries should bring you tears
Think of our parting that luckless day
You carelessly threw my love away

Oh Careless Darlin', how carelessly
You broke the vow that you made to me
With all my heart I believed in you
But Careless Darlin' you were untrue

Firth Of Fifth
Composer(s): Tony Banks; Phil Collins; 
Peter Gabriel; Steve Hackett; Mike Rutherford
Performer(s): Genesis;
and various other artists



The path is clear
Though no eyes can see
The course laid down long before
And so with gods and men
The sheep remain inside their pen
Though many times they've seen the way to leave

He rides majestic
Past homes of men
Who care not or gaze with joy
To see reflected there
The trees, the sky, the lily fair
The scene of death is lying just below

The mountain cuts off the town from view
Like a cancer growth is removed by skill
Let it be revealed
A waterfall, his madrigal
An inland sea, his symphony

Undinal songs
Urge the sailors on
Till lured by sirens' cry

Now as the river dissolves in sea
So Neptune has claimed another soul
And so with gods and men
The sheep remain inside their pen
Until the Shepherd leads his flock away

The sands of time were eroded by
The river of constant change

Cuff Of My Shirt
Composer(s): Bob Merrill
Performer(s): Guy Mitchell



Oh I stand in a quandary in front of the laundry
And deep in my heart there's a hurt
Lost the phone and address of the girl I love best
Wrote it all on the cuff of my shirt

Now we met just by chance at the Saturday dance
And she promised to date me tonight
But her address and stuff I wrote down on my cuff
And that shirt of mine's nowhere in sight

Oh her hair was red and her eyes were blue
And I dream of holding her tight
But the moon's on the rise and there's tears in my eyes
`Cause my arms will be empty tonight

While I stand in a quandary in front of the laundry
The girls think I'm down here to flirt
I'm a man without hope if the suds and the soap
Wash her name of the cuff of my shirt

Now we met just by chance at the Saturday dance
And she promised to date me tonight
But her address and stuff I wrote down on my cuff
And that shirt of mine's nowhere in sight

Oh her hair was red and her eyes were blue
And I dream of holding her tight
But the moon's on the rise and there's tears in my eyes
`Cause my arms will be empty tonight

While I stand in a quandary in front of the laundry
The girls think I'm down here to flirt
I'm a man without hope if the suds and the soap
Wash her name of the cuff of my shirt
I'm a man without hope if the suds and the soap
Wash her name of the cuff of my shirt
My Shirt