The Dangling Conversation
Composer(s): Paul Simon
First release by: Simon and Garfunkel - 1966
Covered by multiple other artists



It's a still life water color
Of a now late afternoon
As the sun shines through the curtained lace
And shadows wash the room
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
Are the borders of our lives

And you read your Emily Dickinson
And I my Robert Frost
And we note our place with bookmarkers
That measure what we've lost
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm
Couplets out of rhyme
In syncopated time
Lost in the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
Are the borders of our lives

Yes, we speak of things that matter
With words that must be said
"Can analysis be worthwhile?"
"Is the theater really dead?"
And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow
I cannot feel your hand
You're a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
In the borders of our lives

Cariño De Siempre
Composer(s): Gilberto Saucillo
Performer(s): Javier Solís



Cariño de siempre te ofrezco sincero
hoy que quiso el cielo darme la fortuna de volverte a ver
El tiempo ha pasado y yo soy el mismo
vivo enamorado del dulce recuerdo de tu querer

Nunca habrá reproches que empañen la dicha
la dicha sublime de sentirte mía por segunda vez
Cariño de siempre hoy vengo a pedirte
y con toda el alma cariño de siempre espero de ti

Nunca habrá reproches que empañen la dicha
la dicha sublime de sentirte mía por segunda vez
Cariño de siempre hoy vengo a pedirte
y con toda el alma cariño de siempre espero de ti

Five Days, Five Days
Composer(s): Freddy Franks;
Jack Rhodes; Billy Willey
Performer(s): Gene Vincent;
Robert Gordon; Jimmy Johnson



(One day, two days, three, four, five)
A-that's how long that she's been gone
And that's how long I've cried
Five days, five days
Since you walked out the door
Won't you please come home
I couldn't stand five more

Well the first day after she left me
I laughed and told my friends
That she'd be back before
The sun is settin' low again
Five days, five days
Since you walked out the door
Won't you please come home
I couldn't stand five more

Well, the second day after she left me
I started to have my doubts
I wondered if she was comin' back
or Really had checked out
Five days, five days
Since you walked out the door
Won't you please come home
I couldn't stand five more 
(One, two, three, four, five days more)

Well, the third day after she left me
I started to watch the door
Before the day was over
I began to walk the floor
Five days, five days
Since you walked out the door
Won't you please come home
I couldn't stand five more 

Well the fourth day after she left me
I really began to sweat
She should have been back days ago
But she ain't got back yet
Five days, five days
Since you walked out the door
Won't you please come home
I couldn't stand five more
(One, two, three, four, five days more)

The Dance At The Gym  
Composer(s): Leonard Bernstein - Stephen Sondheim
Performer(s): The Jets; Johnny Mathis



The Gym - 10:00 p.m.
(By the time the mambo music starts the Jets and sharks are each on their own side of the hall 
At the climax of the dance, Tony and Bernardo's sister, Maria, see one another
as a delicate cha-cha-cha, they slowly walk forward to meet each other)

Meeting Scene                                                       

Tony: You're not thinking I'm someone else?

Maria: I know you are not

Tony: Or that we have met before?                                  

Maria: I know we have not

Tony: I felt I knew something-never-before was going to happen, had to happen 
But this is...                         
                                            
Maria (interrupting): My hands are so cold 
(He takes them in his) 
Yours too
(He moves her hands to his face) 
So warm 
(She moves his hands to her face)

Tony: Yours, too...                                                  

Maria: But of course 
They are the same

Tony: It's so much to believe 
You're not joking me?

Maria: I have not yet learned how to joke that way 
I think how I never will

Jump
(Bernardo is upon them in an icy rage 
Chino, whom Bernardo has brought Maria from Puerto Rico to marry, takes her home 
Riff wants Bernardo for "War Council" 
they agree to meet in hall an hour at Doc's drugstore)

Caribbean Queen (No More Love On The Run)
Composer(s): Billy Ocean - Keith Diamond
First release by: Billy Ocean - 1984
Covered by multiple other artists



She dashed by me in painted on jeans
And all heads turned 'cause she was the dream
In the blink of an eye I knew her number and her name yeah
Ah she said I was the tiger she wanted to tame

Caribbean queen
Now we're sharing the same dream
And our hearts they beat as one
No more love on the run

I lose my cool when she steps in the room
And I get so excited just from her perfume
Electric eyes that you can't ignore
And passion burns you like never before

I was in search of a good time
Just running my game
Love was the furthest
Furthest from my mind

Caribbean queen
Now we're sharing the same dream
And our hearts they beat as one
No more love on the run

Caribbean queen
Now we're sharing the same dream
And our hearts they beat as one
No more love on the run

Caribbean queen
Now we're sharing the same dream
And our hearts they beat as one
No more love on the run

Fit As A Fiddle
Composer(s): Al Hoffman;
Al Goodhart; Arthur Freed
Performer(s): Gene Kelly;
and various other artists



Fit as a fiddle, and ready for love
I can jump over the moon up above
fit as a fiddle, and ready for love

Haven't a worry, haven't a care
I feel like a feather just floating on air
Fit as a fiddle and ready for love

Soon the church bells will be ringing
And we'll march with Ma and Pa
How the church bells will be ringing
With a hey nonny, nonny and a ha cha, cha! 

Hi diddle, diddle, my baby's okay 
Ask me a riddle and what does she say? 
Fit as a fiddle and ready for love!

The Damned
Composer(s): Rod Swenson
Performer(s): Plasmatics; The Coup de Grace



Black visions from the satellite sky 
deaf ears hear not their cries 
fat jackals howl at the moon 
flies buzzing playing death's tune 
night ends but the sun it don't rise 
tombs open and the dead they will rise 
black market buys your soul real cheap 
no escaping what you sow you will reap 
prisoners of the damned 
find another land 
planet of the lost 
land of fire and frost 
prisoners of the dead 
fear the unknown dread 
tidal waves at sea 
set the serpents free 
coup d'état on a global scale 
opposition locked up in jail 
domination the goons are the boss 
human race nailed to a cross

Caribbean
Composer(s): Mitchell Torok
Performer(s): Mitchell Torok
and multiple other artists



Oh, have you ever been down to Haiti
When the summer sun was sinkin' low
There's nothin' but romance just everwhere you glance
And the native hearts are all aglow
But when the Cuban Queen comes upon the scene
They all stare like a statue out of stone
And when they realize what's before their eyes
The other girls are left all alone

Down in the Caribbean it's not a dream you're seein'
When you get a glimpse of the lady with the charm
But from miles away you can see her sway
To the beat of the Cuban Conga line that forms

Up in a tree so high, way up in the sky
Sits a wide eyed monkey on a limb
He wonders why the people go to so much trouble
Just to try and be like him
He doesn't understand that it's a lady's hand
That makes a heart feel so sublime
But before too long he starts to sing the song
And then he gets in the Conga line

Down in the Caribbean it's not a dream you're seein'
When you get a glimpse of the lady with the charm
But from miles away you can see her sway
To the beat of the Cuban Conga line that forms

Columbus searched for spices
But he missed the nicest part of the Caribbean
He didn't see the charms and the open arms
It was the gold that he was seein'
But I'm glad he missed the sweetest thing I've kissed
'Cause we're on our honeymoon
I'm so sorry Chris to talk about you like this
But you were five hundred years too soon

Down in the Caribbean it's not a dream you're seein'
When you get a glimpse of the lady with the charm
But from miles away you can see her sway
To the beat of the Cuban Conga line that forms

Fist City
Composer(s): Loretta Lynn
Performer(s): Loretta Lynn;
and various other artists



You've been makin' your brags around town 
that you've been a lovin' with my man
But the man I love when he picks up trash 
he puts it in a garbage can
And that's what you look like to me 
and what I see is a pity
You'd better close your face 
and stay out of my way
If you don't wanta go to Fist City

If you don't wanna go to Fist City 
you'd better detour round my town
'Cause I'll grab you by the hair of the head 
and I'll lift you off of the ground
I'm not a sayin' my baby is a saint 
'Cause he ain't
And that he won't cat around with a kitty
I'm here to tell you gal to lay off of my man 
if you don't wanna go to Fist City

Come on and tell me what you told my friends 
if you think you're brave enough 
And I'll show you what a real woman is 
since you think you're hot stuff
You'll bite off more than you can chew 
if you get too cute or witty 
You better move your feet if you don't wanna eat 
a meal that's called Fist City

If you don't wanna go to Fist City
you'd better detour round my town
'Cause I'll grab you by the hair of the head 
and I'll lift you off of the ground
I'm not a sayin' my baby is a saint 
'Cause he ain't
And that he won't cat around with a kitty
I'm here to tell you gal to lay off of my man 
if you don't wanna go to Fist City

I'm here to tell you gal to lay off of my man 
you don't wanna go to Fist City

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