The Last Game Of The Season ((aka The Blind Man In The Bleachers (Kenny Starr; Loyal Garner))
Performer(s): David Geddes



He's just the blind man in the bleachers to the local home town fans
And he sits beneath the speakers, way back in the stands
And he listens to the play by play, he's just waiting for one name
He wants to hear his son get in the game

But the boy's just not a hero, he's strictly second team
Though he runs each night for touchdowns in his father's sweetest dreams
He's gonna be a star some day, though you might never tell
But the blind man in the bleachers knows he will

And the last game of the season is a Friday night at home
And no one knows the reason, but the blind man didn't come
And his boy looks kinda nervous, sometimes turns around and stares
Just as though he sees the old man sittin' there

The local boys are tryin' but they slowly lose their will
Another player's down and out, he's carried from the field
At halftime in the locker room the kid goes off alone
And no one sees him talkin' on the phone

The game's already started when he gets back to the team
And half the crowd can hear his coach yell "Where the hell you been?"
"Just gettin' ready for the second half" is all he'll say
"Cause now you're gonna let me in to play"

Without another word, he turns and runs into the game
And through the silence on the field, loudspeakers call his name
It'll make the local papers how the team came from behind
When they saw him playin' his heart out to win

And when the game was over the coach asked him to tell
What was it he was thinkin' of that made him play so well
"You knew my dad was blind," he said, "Tonight he passed away"
"It's the first time that my father's seen me play!"

Chanson Cri
Composer(s): Georges Moustaki
Performer(s): Georges Moustaki; Nemesis



Je veux que ma chanson soit comme un cri d'alarme
Entre un air à la mode et un chanteur de charme
Et même si je ne chante pas assez fort
Qu'on veuille m'écouter trois minutes encore

Quand on entend parler de femmes que l'on viole
Pour beaucoup d'entre nous, ça reste des paroles
On discute, on s'indigne, on ferme le journal
Puis on finit par trouver ça presque normal

Hier, j'ai rencontré l'une de ces victimes
Pour la police, c'est affaire de routine
Et pour les autres, ce n'est guère qu'une histoire
Moi, j'ai vu la détresse au fond de son regard

J'ai lavé son corps couvert de sperme et de sang
L'individu était presqu'un adolescent
Très vite, il a fait ça sans amour ni plaisir
Il paraît qu'il a pleuré avant de s'enfuir

Mon Dieu, qu'avons-nous fait pour en arriver là?
Que faut-il faire pour arrêter tout cela?
Ma tête se révolte et mon cœur est meurtri
Et j'ai eu mal pour elle et j'ai honte pour lui

Mais qui d'entre nous n'a jamais violé quelqu'un
Pour ne parler que de ces petits viols mesquins
Qui font partie de notre vie de tous les jours
Et abreuvent de larmes notre soif d'amour?

La puissance, l'argent, la force et le mépris
L'autorité du père et celle du mari
La rigueur imbécile des fauteurs de l'ordre
Qui crée les enragés qu'il empêche de mordre

Car ce sont nos enfants qu'on appelle la pègre
Gauchistes blousons, noirs drogués et autres nègres
Tous ceux qui, pour survivre, cherchent à rêver
Ceux qui cherchent la plage au-dessous des pavés

Et si je viens chanter à la télévision
Dans le cadre établi de la consommation
Avec l'approbation du prince et de la cour
Ne va pas croire que c'est pour faire un discours

Ce n'est pas non plus pour te convaincre ou te plaire
Ou chanter les idées quoi sont déjà dans l'air
Mais c'est pour demander un aujourd'hui meilleur
En faisant simplement mon métier de chanteur

Je dis que le bateau prend l'eau de tous côtés
Il est temps qu'on essaye de le colmater
Victime ou criminel, les deux sont concernés
Et s'il y a un coupable, on est tous condamnés

From Souvenirs To Souvenirs
Composer(s): Alec R. Constandinos; S. Vlavianos
Performer(s): Demis Roussos



A lonely room and empty chair 
Another day so hard to bear 
The things around me that I see remind me of 
The past and how it all used to be 

From souvenirs to more souvenirs I live 
With days gone by when our hearts had all to give 
From souvenirs to more souvenirs I live 
With dreams you left behind 
I'll keep on turning in my mind 

There'll never be another you 
No one will share the worlds we knew 
And now that loneliness has come to take your place 
I close my eyes and see your face

The Last Fallen Hero 
Composer(s): Charlie Daniels
Performer(s): The Charlie Daniels Band



The cowards came by morning 
And attacked without a warning 
Leaving death and flames and 
chaos in our streets 
And in the middle of this fiery hell 
Brave heroes fell

In the skies of Pennsylvania 
On a plane bound for destruction 
With the devil and his angels at the wheel 
They never reached their target on the ground 
Brave heroes brought it down

This is a righteous cause 
So without doubt or pause 
I will do what my country asks of me 
Make any sacrifice 
We'll pay whatever price 
So the children of tomorrow can be free 
Lead on red, white and blue 
And we will follow you 
Until we win the final victory 
God help us do our best 
We will not slack nor rest 
Till the last fallen hero rests in peace

Oh the winds of war are blowing 
And there's no way of knowing 
Where this bloody path we're traveling will lead 
But we must follow to the end 
Or face it all again

Make no mistake about it, write it, sing it, talk it, shout it 
Across the mountains and the deserts and the seas 
The blood of innocence and shame 
Will not be shed in vain

This is a righteous cause 
So without doubt or pause 
I will do what my country asks of me 
Make any sacrifice 
We'll pay whatever price 
So the children of tomorrow can be free 
Lead on red, white and blue 
And we will follow you 
Until we win the final victory 
God help us do our best 
We will not slack nor rest 
Till the last fallen hero rests in peace

Chanson Bleue
Composer(s): Edith Piaf - Marguerite Monnot
Performer(s): Edith Piaf



Je vais te faire une chanson bleue
Pour que tu aies des rêves d'enfant
Où tes nuits n'auront plus de tourments
Alors, le jour, tu vas chanter
Pour que les autres puissent espérer...
Quand le monde l'aura appris
Tu pourras quitter la vie
Tu viendras chanter dans les cieux...
...Chanson Bleue...

Tu feras pleurer les anges
En leur racontant tes souffrances
Apporte dans tes mains trop jolies
Ton cœur, tes pleurs, et puis la vie...
Quand Jésus est mort sur sa croix
Il a souffert autant que toi
Pardonne ta mère, et le Bon Dieu
Et laisse sur la terre comme Dieu...
...Chanson Bleue...

Voilà ta mission terminée...
Tes amis, tu vas les quitter...
Caresse les cheveux des enfants
Souris aux vieillards en passant
Toi, tu n'as plus de lendemains 
Finis tes matins pleins de chagrin...
Saint-Pierre, les anges, et le Bon Dieu
Vont t'ouvrir les portes des cieux...
...Chanson Bleue...

From Small Things (Big Things One Day Come)
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Performer(s): Dave Edmunds;
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band; Bruce Springsteen



At 16, she quit high school, to make her fortune in the Promised Land
She got a job behind the counter at an all-night hamburger stand
She wrote faithfully home to Mama, "Now mama, don't you worry none
From small things, Mama, big things one day come"
It was late one Friday, he pulled in out of the dark
He was tall and handsome
First she took his order, then she took his heart
They bought a house up on a hillside where little feet would soon run
From small things, Mama, big things one day come
Oh, but luck was fleeting
It's sad but it's true
When your heart is bleeding, you don't want to hear it abused
She packed her bags and went to Wyoming with a real estate man
She drove down to Tampa in an Eldorado Grand
She wrote back, "Dear Mama, life is just heaven in the sun
From small things, Mama, big things one day come"
Well, she shot him dead on a sunny Florida road
When they caught her, all she said was she couldn't stand the way he drove
Back home, lonesome Johnny waits for his baby's parole
He waits high on the hillside where the wide-open rivers roll
At his feet and almost grown now, a blue-eyed daughter and a handsome son
From small things, Mama, big things one day come
From small things, Mama, big things one day come

The Last Cowboy Song
Composer(s): Ed Bruce - Ron Peterson
Performer(s): The Highwaymen 
and multiple other artists



All:
This is the last cowboy song
The end of a hundred year waltz
The voices sound sad as they're singin' along
Another piece of America's lost

Waylonn Jennings:
He rides the feed lots, clerks in the markets
On weekends sellin' tobacco and beer
And his dreams of tomorrow, surrounded by fences
But he'll dream tonight of when fences weren't here

Kris Kristofferson:
He blazed the trail with Lewis and Clark
And eyeball to eyeball, old Wyatt backed down
He stood shoulder to shoulder with Travis in Texas
And rode with the 7th when Custer went down

All:
This is the last cowboy song
The end of a hundred year waltz
The voices sound sad as they're singin' along
Another piece of America's lost

Willie Nelson:
Remington showed us how he looked on canvas
And Louis L'Amour has told us his tale
Me and Johnny and Waylon and Kris sing about him
And wish to God we could have ridden his trail

Johnny Cash:
The old Chisolm trail is covered in concrete now
They truck it to market in fifty foot rigs
They roll by his markings and don't even notice
Like living and dying was all he ever did

All:
This is the last cowboy song
The end of a hundred year waltz
The voices sound sad as they're singin' along
Another piece of America's lost

This is the last cowboy song
The end of...

Changing Partners
Composer(s): Joe Darion - Larry Coleman
Performer(s): Patti Page
and multiple other artists



We were waltzin' together to a dreamy melody
When they called out "Change partners"
And you waltzed away from me
Now my arms feel so empty as I gaze around the floor
And I'll keep on changing partners
Till I hold you once more

Though we danced for one moment and too soon we had to part
In that wonderful moment somethin' happened to my heart
So I'll keep changing partners till you're in my arms and then
Oh, my darlin' I will never change partners again

Though we danced for one moment and too soon we had to part
In that wonderful moment somethin' happened to my heart
So I'll keep changing partners till you're in my arms and then
Oh, my darlin' I will never change partners again

From Russia With Love
Composer(s): Lionel Bart
Performer(s): Matt Munro



From Russia with love, I fly to you
Much wiser since my goodbye to you
I've traveled the world to learn
I must return from Russia with love

I've seen places, faces, and smiled for a moment
But oh, you haunted me so
Still my tongue tied, young pride
Would not let my love for you show
In case you'd say no

To Russia I flew, but there and then
I suddenly knew you'd care again
My running around is through
I fly to you from Russia with love

The Last Cheater's Waltz
Composer(s): Sonny Throckmorton
Performer(s): Emmylou Harris
and multiple other artists



She was going to pieces when he walked in the door
She had to see him she can't wait no more
Tonight she'll be with him no matter the cost
As the band plays The Last Cheater's Waltz

And oooooooohh don't they play lonely
Oooooooohh don't they play sad
Oooooooohh three quarter only
See how he holds her
As the band plays The Last Cheater's Waltz

He tells her he loves her as the music plays on
He tells he loves her but someone's at home
The ball game's all over and she knows she's lost
As the band plays The Last Cheater's Waltz

And oooooooohh don't they play lonely
Oooooooohh don't they play sad
Oooooooohh three quarter only
See how he holds her
As the band plays The Last Cheater's Waltz

Changing My Tune
Composer(s): Ira Gershwin - George Gershwin
Performer(s): Judy Garland
and multiple other artists



Castles were crumbling and daydreams were tumbling
December was battling with June
But on this bright afternoon
Guess I’ll be changing my tune
Kept on despairing beyond any caring
If I jumped out of a balloon
But I’m arranging from now
To be changing my tune

At last the stars are bright and shiny
It’s a human world once more
Yesterday’s troubles are tiny
What was I worried for? 

Wanted a permit to make me a hermit
To grumble and glare at the moon
But I’m arranging from now
To be changing my tune

At last the stars are bright and shiny
It’s a human world once more
Yesterday’s troubles are tiny
What was I worried for?

No more resentment, I’m full of contentment
Afloat on a dreamy lagoon
And I’m arranging from now
To be changing my tune

From Our House To Yours
Composer(s): Angela Kaset
Performer(s): Lorrie Morgan; Angela Kaset



When I was just a little kid 
You became my very best friend 
Soon as I had done my chores 
I beat a path from our house to yours 

One Christmas we both asked for bikes 
One in red, one blue and white 
I'll never forget that magic morn 
My first ride from our house to yours 

From our house to yours 
Twenty-one mailboxes 
Twenty-one doors 
For ten years or more 
It was back and forth from our house to yours 

One summer we both had a crush 
On a boy who lived down the road from us 
He liked me but he liked you more 
I watched him go from our house to yours 

I remember the day you turned thirteen 
Thought you had grown too old for me 
But I taught you make-up and you taught me boys 
We burned up the phone lines from our house to yours 

From our house to yours 
Seven numbers 
Twenty-one doors 
For ten years or more 
I knew the way from our house to yours 

I'll never forget that awful day 
When the moving van took you away 
I cried 'til my eyes were red and sore 
Five-hundred miles from our house to yours 

It had been a while since you crossed my mind 
Then a card in the mailbox at Christmas time 
With an evergreen wreath on a red front door 
Saying lots of love from our house to yours 

From our house to yours 
Too many years 
Too many doors 
For ten years or more 
I knew the way from our house to yours 
I knew the way from our house to yours

The Last Blues Song
Composer(s): Cynthia Weil - Barry Mann
Performer(s): Helen Reddy
and multiple other artists



I've been cryin' and my-oh-my-in' since she's been gone
But I've done some thinkin' and it's startin' to sink-in that life goes on
So if you're somebody who's feelin' sorry for yourself, better sing along
'Cause this is gonna be the last blues song

Now a little bitty bit of self pity can really sing
But it keeps on growin' and you know woe-woe-in' don't change a thing
So, if you're a person who's hooked on hurtin' on yourself, better sing along
'Cause this is gonna be the last blues song

Woh-woh-woh-woh-woh-woh-woh-woh, my oh my
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, I'm fit to die
Baby, baby, baby, baby, please don't go
Mama, I think I'm gettin' high on feelin' low-woh-woh-woh-woh-woh

All you losers and full time blues'ers get out of bed
Don't you go and give in, don't you give up on livin' before you're dead
Come on now, brother, if you've been motherin' yourself, better sing along
'Cause this is gonna be, this is gonna be the last blues song

Changing Horses
Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg
Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg; Country Comfort



Changing horses in the middle of a stream 
Gets you wet and sometimes cold 
Changing faces in the middle of a dream 
Gets you old 
Oh, gets you old

Looking farther than you'll ever hope to see 
Takes you places you don't know 
Search for someone you can't ever hope to be 
And still you go 
Oh, still you go

Don't you think it's kind of sad to say
Don't you think it's gonna change? 
Makes you think you'll have to stay inside 
For a while

Changing horses in the middle of a stream 
Gets you wet and sometimes cold 
Changing faces in the middle of a dream 
Gets you old

From Monday On
Composer(s): Harry Barris; Bing Crosby
Performer(s): Bing Crosby;
and various other artists



From Monday on, my cares are over
From Monday on, I’ll be in clover
We pick on Monday because it’s washday
And we’ll wash our blues away
From Monday on, the skies will look bright
Don’t tell me different, I know I’m right
I’m gonna start shouting Hey Hey
When he says Love Honour and Obey
I’ll be happy, from Monday on

The Lass Of Swansea Town
(Traditional)



It was down by Swansea barracks
one May morning I strayed
A-viewing of the soldier lads
I spied a comely maid
It was o'er her red and rosy cheeks
the tears did dingle down
I thought she was some goddess fair
the lass of Swansea town

I said, "Fair maid, what brought you here
what brought you here to mourn?"
"Oh I'm in search of Willie dear
my bonny young sailor boy
Eight years ago he left me here
for Bermuda he was bound
He said he would prove faithful to
the lass of Swansea town"

"If eight years ago he left you
it is useless for to mourn
For perhaps he is in some battle slain
or in the ocean drowned"
"Oh God forbid, young man," she said
"By what token will he be known
if he ever do return to the
lass of Swansea Town"

"On his left breast he wears a scar
where he received a wound"
"If by that token your Willie is known
it's him I know right well
The cannon-ball which made him fall
gave him his deathly wound
He told me to take care of you
the lass of Swansea town"

Soon as she heard him say these words
she fell in deep despair
Wringing of her lily-white hands
and tearing of her hair
Saying, "Take me to my Willie
else give me my death wound
For no other man will ever enjoy
the lass of Swansea town"

On coming to herself once more up
from the ground she rose
His waistcoat it blew open and
the scar it did expose
They walked till they reached his cottage
and there they settled down
Young Willie of the royal blue and
the lass of Swansea town

Changing All The Time
Composer(s): Peter Frampton - Kevin Savigar
Performer(s): Peter Frampton



You're doing what you think is right
Yeah, like it's black and white
Then you're not so sure
'Cause everything's changing all the time

You're digging deep inside
In me you can always confide
You have to trust in yourself
'Cause everything's changing all the time
When in your darkest days
You are the light that shines the way
....Gotta leave it all behind
'Cause everything's changing all the time

When you're put to the test
And you need some tenderness
Don't let yesterday haunt you
'Cause everything's changing all the time
'Cause everything's changing all the time

When things don't seem to go as planned
And your hopes seem out of reach
Don't let your fears surround you
You can't give up now
And loose what's inside you

From Me To You
Composer(s): John Lennon - Paul McCartney
First release by: The Beatles - 1963
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1963 - Des Bises De Moi Pour Toi (Claude François)
1964 - Cambia Tattica (Ricky Gianco)
1980 - Quaccosa 'E Cchiù (Shampoo)



If there's anything that you want
If there's anything I can do
Just call on me and I'll send it along
With love from me to you

I've got everything that you want
Like a heart that is oh, so true
Just call on me and I'll send it along
With love from me to you
I got arms that long to hold you
And keep you by my side
I got lips that long to kiss you
And keep you satisfied, oooh

If there's anything that you want
If there's anything I can do
Just call on me and I'll send it along
With love from me to you
From me, to you
Just call on me and I'll send it along
With love from me to you

I got arms that long to hold you
And keep you by my side
I got lips that long to kiss you
And keep you satisfied, oooh
If there's anything that you want
If there's anything I can do
Just call on me and I'll send it along
With love from me to you
To you, to you, to you

The Language Of Love
Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg
Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg; R.J. Wagsmith



She says no 
When she means yes 
And what she wants, you know that I can't guess 
When we want more, you know we ask for less 
Such is the language of love... 

I say leave 
When I mean stay 
But she don't see and so she moves away 
What we really want, you know we rarely say 
Such is the language of love 

It's tooth for tooth & eye for eye 
We hide our hearts & then we won't say why 
It's truth for truth & lie for lie 
Such is the language of love 

One cries foul 
And will not speak 
The other claims a little victory 
And all the time 
You know we fail to see 
This is the language of love 

When a love begins to wander 
No one ever knows 
But we feel it deep inside us 
Long before it shows 
Long before it shows 

We hem & haw 
We balk & bluff 
Our words don't ever seem to say enough 
But a simple smile 
A tender touch 
Speaks the true language of love 

She says no 
When she means yes 
And what she wants, you know that I can't guess 
When we want more, you know we ask for less 
Such is the language of love... 
Such is the language of love... 

Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes
Composer(s): Jimmy Buffett
Performer(s): Jimmy Buffett
and multiple other artists



I took off for a weekend last month   
Just to try and recall the whole year
All of the faces and all of the places   
Wonderin' where they all disappeared
I didn't ponder the question too long 
I was hungry and went out for a bite
Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum and we wound up drinkin' all night

It's these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
Nothing remains quite the same
With all of our running and all of our cunning 
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane

Reading departure signs in some big airport reminds me of the places I've been
Visions of good times that brought so much pleasure makes me want to go back again
If it suddenly ended tomorrow I could somehow adjust to the fall
Good times and riches and son of a bitches I've seen more than I can recall

These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
Nothing remains quite the same
Through all of the islands and all of the highlands 
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane

I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine I wish I could jump on a plane
So many nights I just dream of the ocean God I wish I was sailin' again
Oh, yesterday's over my shoulder so I can't look back for too long
There's just too much to see waiting in front of me and I know that I just can't go wrong

With these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
Nothing remains quite the same
With all of my running and all of my cunning 
If I couldn't laugh I just would go insane
If we couldn't laugh we just would go insane
If we weren't all crazy we would go insane