The Elements
Composer(s): Tom Lehrer - Arthur Sullivan
Performer(s): Tom Lehrer



There's antimony, arsenic, aluminum, selenium
And hydrogen and oxygen and nitrogen and rhenium
And nickel, neodymium, neptunium, germanium
And iron, americium, ruthenium, uranium
Europium, zirconium, lutetium, vanadium
And lanthanum and osmium and astatine and radium
And gold and protactinium and indium and gallium (gasp)
And iodine and thorium and thulium and thallium

There's yttrium, ytterbium, actinium, rubidium
And boron, gadolinium, niobium, iridium
And strontium and silicon and silver and samarium
And bismuth, bromine, lithium, beryllium, and barium
Isn't that interesting? I knew you would
I hope you're all taking notes, because there's going to be a short quiz next period... 

There's holmium and helium and hafnium and erbium
And phosphorus and francium and fluorine and terbium
And manganese and mercury, molybdenum, magnesium
Dysprosium and scandium and cerium and cesium
And lead, praseodymium and platinum, plutonium
Palladium, promethium, potassium, polonium
And tantalum, technetium, titanium, tellurium (gasp)
And cadmium and calcium and chromium and curium

There's sulfur, californium and fermium, berkelium
And also mendelevium, einsteinium, nobelium
And argon, krypton, neon, radon, xenon, zinc and rhodium
And chlorine, carbon, cobalt, copper, tungsten, tin and sodium

These are the only ones of which the news has come to Hahvard
And there may be many others but they haven't been discahvered

Casablanca
Composer(s): Dane Donohue - David Getreau - M. Fisher
Performer(s): Dane Donohue



Meeting in a jungle of a hundred burning suns
We couldn't hide, we couldn't run
Inner city art mirages, you never know who to trust
This isn't fantasy, this is us 

Oh Casablanca, you were my island
Lost in the middle of an ocean of sand
We were actors in their dreams, ain't it true, baby
Oh Casablanca, you were my island
Lost in the middle of an ocean of sand

We had everybody's eyes upon us
We're the fundamental things of life
We're the strangers as time goes by

Sound stage 7, you'd pretend you're not there
Cameras are rolling, make believe you don't care
We were actors in their dreams, ain't it true, baby

Oh Casablanca, you were my island
Lost in the middle of an ocean of sand
Oh Casablanca, you'll never change
Oh Casablanca, you'll never change

Flower Punk
Composer(s): Frank Zappa
Performer(s): Frank Zappa; Grandmothers; 
Mothers of Invention; The Muffin Men



Hey Punk, where you goin' with that
flower in your hand?
Hey Punk, where you goin' with that
flower in your hand?
Well, I'm goin' up to Frisco to join a
psychedelic band
Well, I'm goin' up to Frisco to join a
psychedelic band
Hey Punk, where you goin' with that
button on your shirt?
Hey Punk, where you goin' with that
button on your shirt?
Well, I'm goin' to a love-in to sit & play
my bongos in the dirt
Well, I'm goin' to a love-in to sit & play
my bongos in the dirt
Hey Punk, where you goin' with that
hair on your head?
Hey Punk, where you goin' with that
hair on your head?
I'm goin' to the dance to get some action
then I'm goin' home to bed
I'm goin' to the dance to get some action
then I'm goin' home to bed
Hey Punk, where you goin' with those
beads around your neck?
Hey Punk, where you goin' with those
beads around your neck?
I'm goin' to the shrink so he can help me
be a nervous wreck...
(Just at this moment, the 2700
microgram dose of STP ingested by
Flower Punk shortly before the
song began takes effect: before
your very ears his head blows up...
leaving a bizarre audial residue all over
your teen-age record player!)

The Eggplant That Ate Chicago
Composer(s): Norman Greenbaum
Performer(s): Dr. West's Medicine Show & Junk Band; Norman Greenbaum; Sadie Green Sales Ragtime Jugband



You'd better watch out for the eggplant that ate Chicago
For he may eat your city soon
You'd better watch out for the eggplant that ate Chicago
If he's still hungry, the whole country's doomed

He came from outer space, lookin' for somethin' to eat
He landed in Chicago. He thought Chicago was a treat
(It was sweet, it was just like suger)

You'd better watch out for the eggplant that ate Chicago
For he may eat your city soon (wacka-do, wacka-do, wacka-do)
You'd better watch out for the eggplant that ate Chicago
If he's still hungry, the whole country's doomed

He came from outer space, lookin' for somethin' to eat
He landed in Chicago. He thought Chicago was a treat
(It was sweet, it was just like suger)

You'd better watch out for the eggplant that ate Chicago
For he may eat your city soon (wacka-do, wacka-do, wacka-do)
You'd better watch out for the eggplant that ate Chicago
If he's still hungry, the whole country's doomed ("it's in trouble!")
If he's still hungry, the whole country's doomed 

Casa Dega
Composer(s): Mike Campbell - Tom Petty
Performer(s): Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers



Well the clouds go by in the big blue sky
As the sun beats down on Casa Dega
And the moon pulls the tide and the tide brings night
But night is more than just a night in Casa Dega

Oh baby now I think I'm starting to believe the things that I've heard
'Cause tonight in Casa Dega I hang on every word

That she said to me as she holds my hand
And reads the lines of a stranger
Yeah and she knows my name yeah she knows my plan
In the past in the present and for the future

Oh honey now I think I'm starting to believe the things that I've heard
'Cause tonight in Casa Dega I hang on every word

That she said...

Baby fools pay the price of a whisper in the night in Casa Dega
Time rolls by, night is only night, can I save you?

Yeah more than just a night...

Flower Power
Composer(s): Chip Davis
Performer(s): Mud



Imagine this, of the flower power
My every wish is your command
We will love each other
Help one another
Let there be fools who look and laugh and laugh and laugh

Chorus
Flower power stays on your mind
Flower power makes you be kind
All the time, you love your neighbour to keep with the trend
(love, love, love)
Flower power will grow and grow
Flower power, let the people know
There's peace on earth we'll love until the end

Let's spread the news
Of the hippy's views
The bell has rung and war must cease
As the rose will grow and the weed must die
And long life makes us beautiful

Chorus

Imagine this, I've got flower power
Imagine this, I've got flower power

The Eagle And The Hawk
Composer(s): Mike Taylor - John Denver
First release by: John Denver - 1971
Covered by multiple other artists



I am the eagle, I live in high country
In rocky cathedrals that reach to the sky

I am the hawk and there's blood on my feathers
But time is still turning they soon will be dry
And all those who see me and all who believe in me
Share in the freedom I feel when I fly

Come dance with the west wind and touch on the mountain tops
Sail over the canyons and up to the stars
And reach for the heavens and hope for the future
And all that we "can" be, not what we are

Casa De João De Rosa
Composer(s): Chico Buarque - Edú Lobo
Performer(s): Chico Buarque



Casa de João de Rosa
Rosa de João
João que levantou a casa
No boqueirão
João que fez aquela casa
Rosa fez questão
A casa de botão de Rosa
Que é de João

Rosa aconchegou a casa
Casa de joão-de-barro, a concha cor de Rosa
Não tem portão
João mandou fazer pra Rosa
Forro de alcatrão 
Ninguém jamias entrou na casa
Que é de João

Roda Rosa pela casa
Coisa de João
João foi quem ensinou a Rosa
Rolar no chão
João cheirando aquela Rosa
Goza de antemão
E Rosa, amando aquela casa
Rega João

Flower Of My Heart
Composer(s): Don Guess; Bobby Montgomery
Performer(s): Buddy Holly



Do you think of me darlin'
while we're many miles apart
oh please be true to me my darlin'
for you are the flower of my heart

Many nights I've sat alone
and I've worried over you
but I'll never worry dear
if your love is true

Please come back to me my darlin'
cause I can't live while we're apart
Please come back to me my darlin'
for you are the flower of my heart

Many nights I've sat alone
and I've worried over you
but I'll never worry dear
if your love is true

Please come back to me my darlin'
for I can't live while we're apart
come back - come back to me my darlin'
for you are the flower of my heart

The Eagle And Me
Composer(s): E.Y. Harburg - Harold Arlen
Performer(s): Dooley Wilson
and multiple other artists



River it like to flow
Eagle it like to fly
Eagle it like to feel
Its wings against the sky
Possum it like to run
Ivy it like to climb
Bird in the tree and bumble bee
Want freedom in autumn or summertime
Ever since that day
When the world was an onion
"Twas natch'ral for the spirit
To soar and play
The way the Lawd'a-wanted it
Free as the sun is free
That's how it's gotta be
What ever is right
For bumble bee and river and eagle
Is right for me
We gotta be free
The eagle and me 

Casa Bianca
((French Version: La Petite Maison Bleue (Dalida))
Composer(s): Don Backy - Detto Mariano
Performer(s): Don Backy
and multiple other artists



C'e' una casa bianca che
che mai più io scorderò
mi rimane dentro il cuore
con la mia gioventù

Era tanto tempo fa
ero bimba e di dolore
io piangevo nel mio cuore
non volevo entrare là

Tutti i bimbi come me
hanno qualche cosa che
di terror li fa tremare
e non sanno che cos'è

Quella casa bianca che
non vorrebbero lasciare
e' la loro gioventù
che mai più ritornerà

Tutti i bimbi come me
hanno qualche cosa che
di terror li fa tremare
e non sanno che cos'è

E' la bianca casa che
che mai più io scorderò
mi rimane dentro il cuore
con la mia gioventù

E mai più ritornerà
Ritornerà

Flower Lady
Composer(s): Phil Ochs
Performer(s): Phil Ochs;
and various other artists



Millionaires and paupers walk the hungry streets
Rich and poor companions of the restless beat
Strangers in a foreign land
Strike a match with trembling hand
Learn too much to ever understand
But nobody’s buying flowers from the flower lady

Lover’s quarrel, snarl away their happiness
Kissed crumble in a web of lonliness
It’s written by the poison pen
Voices break before they bend
The door is slammed
It’s over, once again
But nobody’s buying flowers from the flower lady

Poets agonize, they cannot find the words
And the stone stares at the sculptor asks are you absurd?
The painter paints his brushes back
Through the canvas runs a crack
Portrait of the pain never answers back
But nobody’s buying flowers from the flower lady

Soldiers, disillusioned, come home from the war
Sarcastic students tell them not to fight no more
And they argue through the night
Black is black and white is white
Walk away both knowing they are right
But nobody’s buying flowers from the flower lady

Smoke dreams of escaping souls are drifting by
Dull the pain of living as they slowly die
Smiles change into a sneer
Washed away by whiskey tears
In the quicksand of their mind they disappear
Still nobody’s buying flowers from the flower lady

Feeble, aged, people almost to their knees
Complain about the present using memories
Never found their pot of gold
Wrinkled hands pound weary holes
Each line screams out you’re old, you’re old, you’re old
But nobody’s buying flowers from the flower lady

And the flower lady hobbles home without a sale
Tattered shreds of petals leave a fading trail
Not a pause to hold a rose
Even she no longer knows
The lamp goes out the evening now is closed
And nobody’s buying flowers from the flower lady

The Dying Mine Brakeman (aka The True And Trembling Brakeman)
Performer(s): Orville J. Jenks



Listen now while I tell you
Of a story you do not know
Of a true and trembling brakeman
And to heaven he did go
Do you see that train-a-coming
Oh, it's (?through) old Ninety-nine
Oh, she's puffing and a-blowing
For you know she is behind
See that true and trembling brakeman
As he signals to the cab
There is but one chance for him
And that is to grab
See that true and trembling brakeman
As the cars go rushing by
If he miss that yellow freight car
He is almost sure to die
See that true and trembling brakeman
As he falls beneath the train
He had not one moment's warning
Before he fell beneath the train

See the brave young engineerman
At the age of twenty-one
Stepping down from upon his engine
Crying, "Now what have I done!"
"Is it true I killed a brakeman
Is it true that he is dying?
Lord, you know I tried to save him
But I could not stop in time"
See the car wheels rolling o'er him
O'er his mangled body 'n' head
See his sister bending o'er him
Crying, "Brother, are you dead?"
Sighing, "Sister, yes, I'm dying
Going to a better shore
Oh, my body's on a pathway
I can never see no more
"Sister, when you see my brother
These few words to him I send
Tell him never to venture braking
If he does, his life will end"
These few words were sadly spoken
Folding his arms across his breast
And his heart now ceased beating
And his eyes were closed in death 

Carve That Possum (aka "An Opposum Hunt", "Possum Meat", "Carve Dat Possum", "Possum Pie")
Composer(s): Sam Lucas
Performer(s): Uncle Dave Macon
and multiple other artists



Possum meat is good an' sweet
Carve him to de heart
I always finds it good to eat
Carve him to de heart
Carve dat possum!
Carve dat possum!
Carve dat possum!
Oh charve 'im to de heart!
My dog tree, I went to see
Carve him to de heart
A great big possum up dat tree
Carve him to de heart
I retch up an' pull him in
Carve him to de heart
Dat ol' possum 'gin to grin
Carve him to de heart
I tuck him home an' dressed him off
Carve him to de heart
Dat night I laind him in de' fros'
Carve him to de heart
De way I cooked dat possum sound
Carve him to de heart
I fust parboiled, den baked him brown
Carve him to de heart
I put sweet taters in de pan
Carve him to de heart
'Twas de bigges' eatin' in de lan'
Carve him to de heart

Flores Nocturnas
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez



Se abren las flores nocturnas de quinta avenida
para esos pobres señores que van al hotel
flores que rompen en la oscuridad
flores de guiños de complicidad
flores silbando suicidios
flores de aroma fatal

Qué jardinero ha sembrado la quinta avenida
con variedad tan precisa de nocturnidad
cuál es su especie y cuál su país
qué fino abono nutrió su raíz
dándoles tono silvestre
dónde estará su matriz

Flores que cruzan las puertas prohibidas
flores que saben lo que no sabré
flores que ensartan su sueño de vida
en guirnaldas sin fe
flores de sábanas con ojos
flores desechables
campanillas del antojo
flores comiendo sobras del amor

Brotan, rebotan, explotan por quinta avenida
son arrancadas y parten con aire veloz
dicen que es duro el oficio de flor
cuando sus pétalos se ajan al sol
pálidas flores nocturnas
flores de la decepción

Flores que cruzan las puertas prohibidas
que saben lo que no sabré
que ensartan su sueño de vida
en guirnaldas sin fe
flores de sábanas con ojos
flores desechables
campanillas del antojo
flores sin primavera ni estación
flores comiendo sobras del amor

The True And Trembling Brakeman (aka The Dying Mine Brakeman)
Performer(s): Orville J. Jenks



Listen now while I tell you
Of a story you do not know
Of a true and trembling brakeman
And to heaven he did go
Do you see that train-a-coming
Oh, it's (?through) old Ninety-nine
Oh, she's puffing and a-blowing
For you know she is behind
See that true and trembling brakeman
As he signals to the cab
There is but one chance for him
And that is to grab
See that true and trembling brakeman
As the cars go rushing by
If he miss that yellow freight car
He is almost sure to die
See that true and trembling brakeman
As he falls beneath the train
He had not one moment's warning
Before he fell beneath the train

See the brave young engineerman
At the age of twenty-one
Stepping down from upon his engine
Crying, "Now what have I done!"
"Is it true I killed a brakeman
Is it true that he is dying?
Lord, you know I tried to save him
But I could not stop in time"
See the car wheels rolling o'er him
O'er his mangled body 'n' head
See his sister bending o'er him
Crying, "Brother, are you dead?"
Sighing, "Sister, yes, I'm dying
Going to a better shore
Oh, my body's on a pathway
I can never see no more
"Sister, when you see my brother
These few words to him I send
Tell him never to venture braking
If he does, his life will end"
These few words were sadly spoken
Folding his arms across his breast
And his heart now ceased beating
And his eyes were closed in death

Caruso
((Adapted from: Caruso (Lucio Dalla) - 1986))
Composer(s): Lucio Dalla - Rafael Trabuchelli
Performer(s): Mireille Mathieu - 1989

Versions In Other Languages:
1989 - Caruso (French Version) (Mireille Mathieu)
1994 - Nu Jij Hier Niet Meer Bent (André Hazes)
1996 - Za Mene Ne Postoji Druga (Dragan Stojnic)
1997 - Caruso (Spanish/Italian Version) (Ana Belén & Lucio Dalla)
2003 - Wat Is Er Fout Gegaan (Gary Hagger)
2007 - Kol Tu Šalia Buvai (Merunas)
2009 - Keines Menschen Auge (Stefan Gwildis)



Donde brillan los mares y sopla fuerte el viento
En el viejo balcón frente al Golfo de Sorrento
Un hombre abraza a una mujer sin contener el llanto
Se despide una vez más, vuelve a empezar el canto

Te quiero tanto amor
Te quiero tanto y sabes bien
Que dentro de mi piel
Hoy siento más que nunca tu calor

Una luz entre las sombras, el brillo de una estrella
Va dejando larga estela como espuma tras el barco
Una vieja melodía se escucha en el gran piano
Llena de melancolía, canción que recuerda tanto
Todo gira en torno a él, han pasado largos años
Hay lágrimas en sus ojos, vuelve a empezar el canto

Te quiero tanto amor
Te quiero tanto y sabes bien
Que dentro de mi piel
Hoy siento más que nunca tu calor

Pronto llegará a su tierra, a su patria tan querida
Deja en América gloria y el eco de su voz divina
Le acompaña la mirada de unos ojos muy cercanos
Que le ayudan a olvidar ese mundo que ha dejado
Todo queda más allá, los triunfos y los fracasos
Solo sueños de un ayer, como espuma tras el barco
Todo tiene su final, pero el no quiere ya pensarlo
Ya no habrá más despedidas, vuelve a empezar el canto

Te quiero tanto amor
Te quiero tanto y sabes bien
Que dentro de mi piel
Hoy siento más que nunca tu calor

Te quiero tanto amor
Te quiero tanto y sabes bien
Que dentro de mi piel
Hoy siento más que nunca tu calor

Florecita
French & Italian Titles:
Petite Fleur; Fiorellino
Composer(s): Sidney Bechet; B. Molar
Performer(s): Sidney Bechet



Yo arranque
del jardín del amor una pequeña flor
que en mi pecho guardé
Talismán 
que me hablaba de ti, que cuidaba de mi 
en el bien y en el mal, pero se marchito 
y perdió su poder
porque ya tu querer murió 
De ese amor, que era mi sueño azul 
sólo me quedas tú, pequeña flor 
Te guardaré toda una eternidad 
te besaré cuando quiera otra vez soñar 
pues de aquel sueño de juventud 
sólo me quedas tú pequeña flor

The Dying Californian
Composer(s): John Renfro Davis



Lay up nearer, brother, nearer
For my limbs are growing cold
And thy presence seemeth nearer
When thine arms around me fold
I am dying, brother, dying
Soon you'll miss me in your berth
For my form will soon be lying
Beneath the ocean's briny surf

Tell my father when you see him
That in death I prayed for him
Prayed that I might only meet him
In a world that's free from sin
Tell my mother, God assist her
Now that she is growing old
That her child would glad have kissed her
When his lips grew pale and cold

Listen, brother, catch each whisper
'Tis my wife I speak of now
Tell, oh tell her how I missed her
When the fever burned my brow
Tell her she must kiss my children
Like the kiss I last impressed
Hold them as when last I held them
Held them closely to my breast

It was for them I crossed the ocean
What my hopes were I'll not tell
But they gained an orphan's portion
Yet He doeth all things well
Tell them I have reached the haven
Where I sought the precious dust
And I gained a port called Heaven
Where the gold will never rust

Caruso
Composer(s): Lucio Dalla
First release by: Lucio Dalla - 1986
Covered by multiple other artists


Versions In Other Languages:
1989 - Caruso (French Version) (Mireille Mathieu)
1989 - Caruso (Spanish Version) (Mireille Mathieu)
1994 - Nu Jij Hier Niet Meer Bent (André Hazes)
1996 - Za Mene Ne Postoji Druga (Dragan Stojnic)
1997 - Caruso (Spanish/Italian Version) (Ana Belén & Lucio Dalla)
2003 - Wat Is Er Fout Gegaan (Gary Hagger)
2007 - Kol Tu Šalia Buvai (Merunas)
2009 - Keines Menschen Auge (Stefan Gwildis)



Qui dove il mare luccica
e tira forte il vento
su una vecchia terrazza davanti al golfo di Sorrento
un uomo abbraccia una ragazza
dopo che aveva pianto
poi si schiarisce la voce e ricomincia il canto

Te voglio bene assai
ma tanto tanto bene sai
e' una catena ormai
che scioglie il sangue dint' e' vene sai

Vide le luci in mezzo al mare
pensò alle notti la in America
ma erano solo le lampare
e la bianca scia di un'elica
sentì il dolore nella musica
si alzò dal Pianoforte
ma quando vide la luna uscire da una nuvola
gli sembrò più dolce anche la morte
Guardò negli occhi la ragazza
quegli occhi verdi come il mare
poi all'improvviso uscì una lacrima
e lui credette di affogare

Te voglio bene assai
ma tanto tanto bene sai
e' una catena ormai
e scioglie il sangue dint'e vene sai

Potenza della lirica
dove ogni dramma e' un falso
che con un po' di trucco e con la mimica
puoi diventare un altro
Ma due occhi che ti guardano
così vicini e veri
ti fanno scordare le parole
confondono i pensieri

Così diventò tutto piccolo
anche le notti la in America
ti volti e vedi la tua vita
come la scia di un'elica

Ah si, e' la vita che finisce
ma lui non ci pensò poi tanto
anzi si sentiva felice
e ricominciò il suo canto

Te voglio bene assai
ma tanto tanto bene sai
e' una catena ormai
che scioglie il sangue dint'e vene sai 
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