La Mort Solitaire De Hattie Carroll
((Adapted from: The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll (Bob Dylan) - 1964))
Composer(s): Bob Dylan - Hugues Aufray - Pierre Delanoë
Performer(s): Hugues Aufray - 1965



William Zanzinger a tué Hattie Carroll
Il l'a tué sans raison d'un coup de canne en or
Au cours d'une soirée donnée à Baltimore
La police appelée désarma l'assassin
Il fut accompagné jusqu'au poste voisin
Inculpé d'homicide et gardé en prison

Vous qui philosophez tout le temps et critiquez les gens
Ne sortez pas votre mouchoir, vous pleurerez plus tard

William Zanzinger tout juste vingt quatre ans
Possédait un domaine d'au moins trois cents hectares
Héritier, protégé par de riches parents
Des soutiens politiques et des murs de dollars
Il haussa les épaules, poussa quelques jurons
Et fut presque aussitôt libéré sous caution

Vous qui philosophez tout le temps et critiquez les gens
Ne sortez pas votre mouchoir, vous pleurerez plus tard

Hattie Carroll était plutôt noire de couleur
Elle avait 50 ans et dix enfants mineurs
Elle vidait les ordures et apportait les plats
S'approchait de la table mais ne s'asseyait pas
Elle n'osait adresser la parole au patron
Vidant les cendriers, balayant le salon
Elle fut tué sur le coup, pauvre femme de misère
Elle qui n'avait rien fait à William Zanzinger

Vous qui philosophez tout le temps et critiquez les gens
Ne sortez pas votre mouchoir, vous pleurerez plus tard

Au palais de justice, le juge pris son temps
Pour étudier l'affaire très attentivement
Il dit tout citoyen pris en flagrant délit
Qu'il soit riche, qu'il soit pauvre, devait être puni
Et que la loi ferait aucune distinction
Condamnant sans faiblesse ceux qui tuent sans raison
Attendus ces motifs, le juge d'un ton sévère
Donna six mois de prison à William Zanzinger

Vous qui philosophez tout le temps et critiquez les gens
Vous pouvez sortir vos mouchoirs, il est bien temps de pleurer ce soir

Chasing Shadows
Composer(s): Mick Box - Bob Daisley - Peter Goalby - Lee Kerslake - John Sinclair
Performer(s): Uriah Heep



Seen from the shadows
Deep in the night
I know you're near
But you're nowhere in sight
Seen from the darkness
Down in the streets
I hear your footsteps
I hear your heartbeat
Oh, I can hear your heartbeat

A misty corner
Away from the light
I know you're near
But you're nowhere in sight
On my shoulder
I feel you're near
I feel you moving
But you never appear

Radio, Radio
Composer(s): Elvis Costello
Performer(s): Elvis Costello



I was tuning in the shine on the light night dial
doing anything my radio advised
with every one of those late night stations
playing songs bringing tears to me eyes
I was seriously thinking about hiding the receiver
when the switch broke 'cause it's old
They're saying things that I can hardly believe
They really think we're getting out of control

Radio is a sound salvation
Radio is cleaning up the nation
They say you better listen to the voice of reason
But they don't give you any choice
'cause they think that it's treason
So you had better do as you are told
You better listen to the radio

I wanna bite the hand that feeds me
I wanna bite that hand so badly
I want to make them wish they'd never seen me

Some of my friends sit around every evening
and they worry about the times ahead
But everybody else is overwhelmed by indifference
and the promise of an early bed
You either shut up or get cut out
they don't wanna hear about it
It's only inches on the reel-to-reel
And the radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools
tryin' to anaesthetise the way that you feel

(Chorus)

Wonderful radio
Marvelous radio
Wonderful radio
Radio, radio...

The Loneliest Man On The Moon
Performer(s): David Castle



Sitting on the corner of the moon
Wishing you would get here soon
Whistling a lonely tune
Waiting for the next balloon

Reflections of the past are on my face
I don't know why I joined this race
Without you, I feel out of place
It's so lonely here in outer space

Babe, I'm the loneliest man on the moon

Spending my nights with the meteorites
Babe, I'm the loneliest man on the moon
Sharing my lips with a total eclipse
And I don't think you're coming back soon

The stars are falling down from the sky
Teardrops falling from my eyes
When I saw you wave goodbye
You were in a crowd, I was in a cloud

Babe, I'm the loneliest man on the moon

'Cause I don't see another balloon

Babe, I'm the loneliest man on the moon

Babe, I'm the loneliest man on the moon
Sharing my lips with a total eclipse
And I don't think you're coming back soon
Cause I don't see another balloon

I'm the loneliest man on the moon
I'm the loneliest man on the moon
I'm the loneliest man on the moon
I'm the loneliest man
Loneliest man, loneliest man on the moon

Chasing Shadows
Composer(s): Jon Lord - Ian Paice
Performer(s): Deep Purple



Chasing shadows, over my walls
with myself hardly sleeping
Dwarfs and giants, twenty feet tall
fill the room with their creeping

Sounds of breathing sharpen my ears
then they fade into nothing
Someone's laughter out in the street
fills the night with their loving

I feel the ice in my head
Running its hands through my bed
Not even dreaming I seem to be dead
Colours of yellow and colours of red

All I'm asking some secret voice
is to lead me to darkness

I'm so tired, dawn never comes
I just hide in the shadows

Radio Wall Of Sound
Composer(s): James Whild Lea
Performer(s): Slade



(This is rockin' radio, the wall of sound
Citizen Kane rise again
Stay tuned to this frequency

This is rockin' radio, the wall of sound
The music that rocks, the music that stops
The music that comes to you from everywhere
As listeners with music on the mind
I love that music, I love that sound
I love that record, I love that voice
Stay tuned to radio WOS, the wall of sound)

I'm in trouble, I'm in deep, I don't know why I can't sleep
I feel something in my brain, it's the sound that's keeping me sane
I love that music, I love that sound
I love this new piano I found
I love that record, I love that noise
It's me who sees my favorite side

Radio, wall of sound, coming up from my tower
Radio, wall of sound, twenty-four hours of power

My head is spinning around, the F is a stedier sound
It tells me just who I am
Who's that telegram send
I love that record, I love that noise
Now my girl rocks with the boys
I love that music, I love that sound
So just play the radio loud

Radio, wall of sound, coming up from my tower
Radio, wall of sound, WOS power

Radio, wall of sound, coming up from my tower
Radio, wall of sound, twenty-four hours of power

My head is spinning around, the F is a stedier sound
It tells me just who I am
Who's that telegram send
I love that record, I love that noise
Now my girl rocks with the boys
I love that music, I love that sound
So just play the radio loud 

(This is rocking radio 107, the music that
rocks the music that drops, the music that
comes to you from everywhere 'cause this
is the music of the mind) 

I love that record, I love that sound,
I love it, I love it, I love it

(This is the big one, the wall of sound)

I love that music, I love that sound
You're listening to radio loud

(The music comes to you from around your head Look out!)

I love that record, I love that noise

(You think the music's here, it's not, it's inside your head.
You are the wall of sound)

Radio, wall of sound, coming up from my tower
Radio, wall of sound, twenty-four hours of power

My head is spinning around, the F is a stedier sound
It tells me just who I am
Who's that telegram send
I love that record, I love that noise
Now my girl rocks with the boys
I love that music, I love that sound
So just play the radio loud

Radio, wall of sound, coming up from my tower
Radio, wall of sound, WOS power

(Radio wall of sound-stay tuned to this frequency)

The Lone Teen Ranger
Composer(s): Paul Simon
Performer(s): Tom & Jerry (Paul Simon as Jerry Landis)



Ba ba ba… ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba…
Hi, ho, Silver, away

Ba ba ba… ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba…
Hey, but the Lone Teen Ranger

Oh, he rides around on a big white horse
He’s as cool as he can be
And my baby fell in love with him
When she saw him on TV
And since that day, I’m sorry to say
She hasn’t had time for me
‘Cause he goes “bang, bang” –gun shot–
He’s the Lone Teen Ranger

Ba ba ba… ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba…
Hi, ho, Silver, away

Ba ba ba… ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba…
Hey, but the Lone Teen Ranger

To save my soul I can’t get a date
And you know who’s to blame
Since the Lone Teen Ranger came around
My girfriend’s not the same
She even kissed the TV set
Oh it’s a crying shame
‘Cause he goes “bang, bang” –gun shot–
He’s the Lone Teen Ranger
 
Ha! Pony!
Ride! Ride!
 
Every night at eight o’clock, she turns on the TV
The Lone Teen Ranger stole my girl
(She’s got no time for me)

Well, he better watch out, ‘cause I’m getting’ mad
And here’s what I’m gonna do
I’m gonna wear a mask and ride a horse and carry a six-gun too
And when my baby looks at me, she’s gonna love me too
‘Cause I’ll go “bang, bang” –gun shot–
He’s the Lone Teen Ranger
 
Hi, ho, Silver, there he goes! He’s the Lone Teen Ranger! 
Hi, ho, Silver, there he goes! He’s the Lone Teen Ranger!...
 
(Who was that masked man?
You don’t know? That’s the Lone Teen Ranger!)

Chasin' The Wind
Composer(s): Diane Warren
Performer(s): Chicago



Did the best I could
To make you mine
If you ever felt anything for me
Well, you never gave a sign
Thought time would make you change
Make you want me
But baby I never had a chance
Now I know that there’s just some things
Just not meant to be
No use
Making you care about me
No way
That I’m gonna win
Oh darlin’
I might as well be
Chasin’ the wind
Oh, I’m just
Chasin’ the wind
Opened up my heart
Let you inside
If love was what you were lookin’ for
Well, I guess it wasn’t mine
So I guess I better go
It’s over and done
But you know I’m not really sad at all
’cause you can’t really say it’s over
When it never had begun
No use
Making you care about me
No way
That I’m gonna win
Oh darlin’
I might as well be
Chasin’ the wind
Oh, I’m just
Chasin’ the wind
Can’t reach the sea
If you can’t get past the sand
Can’t touch the sky
If you can’t reach up your hand
Can’t give if you give nothing back
No use
Making you care about me
No way
That I’m gonna win
Oh darlin’
I might as well be
Chasin’ the wind
Oh, I’m just
Chasin’ the wind

Radio Lover
Composer(s): Ron Hellard; Bucky Jones
Performer(s): George Jones



He kisses her goodbye, and heads for the radio station
Oh, he hates to leave her, but he's got another show to do
He knows she gets lonely, so he lets her know that he's thinking about her
And though millions are listening, she knows who he's talking to

Chorus:
Comin' to you live like I do every night
From the heart of your radio
I play a little sad, and I play a lotta glad
And a few ol' cheatin' songs

Here's hopin' everybody out in radio land
Found a love just as true as mine
Good night angel, sleep tight darlin'
Close your pretty brown eyes

When the show is over
your radio lover
will be home by your side

She's laying in bed as her DJ tells her that he loves her
It would break his heart if he knew she wasn't there alone
She knows when to cheat and when to tell her lover to leave her
She knows they'll be safe just as long as his show goes on

He planned a surprise for the night of their first anniversary
He taped his show just so he could be home
The radio was playing and, as he walked in on her and her lover
He heard himself saying the last words that they ever heard

Chorus (x2)

The Lone Ranger
Composer(s): Billy Yates - Gerald Smith - John Northrup
Performer(s): George Jones; Gerald Smith



I'm tired of sittng home, sick of being all alone
Thought I'd just go for a drive
I was headed downtown, when I did me a turnaround
When I saw the neon sign
Happy hour two for one, sounded like a lot of fun
So I stopped and went inside
The next thing that I knew, I was sittin' on a barstool
Having the time of my life

Well, I had more silver bullets last night than the Lone Ranger
I was shootin' 'em down like I didn't have a care,
Ignoring all the danger
Bless my soul this morning I awoke
In the arms of a perfect stranger
I had more silver bullets last night than the Lone Ranger

Did I fail to mention, it wasn't my intention
To stay out all night long
I was gonna have a few, but one round led to two
Next thing I knew I was gone
Well here's where I draw a blank, the band was playin' Hank
She rode in to save the day
And all I remember were kisses sweet and tender
And Hi-Yo Silver away

Well, I had more silver bullets last night than the Lone Ranger
I was shootin' 'em down like I didn't have a care
Ignoring all the danger
Bless my soul this morning I awoke
In the arms of a perfect stranger
I had more silver bullets last night than the Lone Ranger

Chasin' That Neon Rainbow
Composer(s): Alan Jackson - Jim McBride
Performer(s): Alan Jackson



Daddy won a radio
Tuned it to a country show
I was rockin' in the cradle
To the cryin' of a steel guitar
Mama used to sing to me
Taught me that sweet harmony
Now she worries 'cause she never thought
I'd ever really take it this far
Singin' in the bars
Chasin' that neon rainbow
Livin' that honky tonk dream
All I've ever wanted
Was to pick this guitar and sing
Just tryin' to be somebody
Just wanna be heard and seen
Chasin' that neon rainbow
Livin' that honky tonk dream

An atlas and a coffee cup
Five pickers in an old Dodge truck
Headin' down to Houston
For a show on Saturday night
This overhead is killin' me
Half the time I sing for free
But when the crowd's into it
Lord it makes this thing I'm doing seem right
Standin in the spotlight

Daddy's got a radio
He won it thirty years ago
He said "Son I just know we're gonna hear you singin' on it someday"
I made it up to Music Row
But Lordy don't the wheels turn slow
Still I wouldn't trade a minute
And I wouldn't have it any other way
Just show me to the stage

Daddy's got a radio
He won it thirty years ago
He said "Son I just know we're gonna hear you singin' on it someday"
I made it up to Music Row
But Lordy don't the wheels turn slow
Still I wouldn't trade a minute
And I wouldn't have it any other way
Just show me to the stage

I'm chasin' that neon rainbow
Livin' that honky tonk dream

Radio Heart
Composer(s): Stephen Davis; Dennis Morgan
Performer(s): Charly McClain; Richard Clayderman



Married at sixteen
Two kids by twenty-one
But he couldn't take it
Now she's raisin' them all on her own
Between the bills and the laundry
Sometimes she's so lonely she cries
But she's found an escape
From some of the achin' inside

She's got a radio heart
She loves the songs they play, they take him off her mind
She's got a radio heart
It helps fill an empty space he left behind
She gets lost in a steel guitar
Oh, it's her way out when the heartache starts
She's found a little salvation on a local station
She's got a radio heart

She'll finish clearin' the table
And put the kids off to bed
She tries to watch an old movie
But she thinks of him instead
She lies alone in the dark
And stares at the lighted dial
She gets into the music
And out of this world for a while

She's got a radio heart
She loves the songs they play, they take him off her mind
She's got a radio heart
It helps fill an empty space he left behind
She gets lost in a steel guitar
Oh, it's her way out when the heartaches start
She's found a little salvation on a local station
She's got a radio heart

She's got a radio heart

She's got a radio heart

London Boys
Composer(s): David Bowie
Performer(s): David Bowie



Cow bell strikes another night 
Your eyes are heavy and your limbs all ache 
You've bought some coffee, butter and bread 
You can't make a thing cause the meter's dead 
You moved away 
Hold your folks you're gonna stay away 

Bright lights, Soho, Wardour street 
You hope you make friends with the guys that you meet 
Somebody shows you round 
Now you've met the London boys 
Things seem good again, someone cares about you 

Oh, the first time that you tried a pill 
You feel a little queasy, decidedly ill 
You're gonna be sick, but you mustn't lose faith 
To let yourself down would be a big disgrace 
With the London boys, with the London boys 

You're only seventeen, but you think you've grown 
In the month you've been away from your parents' home 
You take the pills too much 
You don't give a damn about that jobs you've got 
So long as you're with the London boys 

A London boy, oh a London boy 
Your flashy clothes are your pride and joy 
A London boy, a London boy 
You're crying out loud that you're a London boy 
You think you've had a lot of fun 
But you ain't got nothing, you're on the run 
It's too late now, cause you're out there boy 
You've got it made with the rest of the toys 
Now you wish you'd never left your home 
You've got what you wanted but you're on your own 
With the London boys 
Now you've met the London boys 
Now you've met the London boys
Now you've met the London boys

Chase The Blues Away
Composer(s): Tim Buckley
First release by: Tim Buckley - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists



Well come along walk with me
And learn the songs that lovers sing
When they believe
We’ll dance along the river’s edge
Just arm and arm along the moonlit shore
The midnight cries

Well I just came to chase the blues away
For awhile

Just like a child you’ll cling to me
From every sound along that rushes near
It’s just the breeze that licks your skin
And rubs your breast
And as we lay our river’s flow away
Your woman fear

Well I just came to chase the blues away
For awhile

With the morning sun we’ll wake
And lift our eyes and watch the eagle fly
Up mountain high
And on his wings our love will climb
And never fail until he soars and dives
Oh, he’ll take your breath away

Well, he just came to chase the blues away
For awhile

Radio Ga Ga
Composer(s): Roger Taylor
Performer(s): Queen;
and various other artists



Radio - radio
I'd sit alone and watch your light
My only friend through teenage nights
And everything I had to know
I heard it on my radio

You gave them all those old time stars
Through wars of worlds - invaded by Mars
You made 'em laugh - you made 'em cry
You made us feel like we could fly
Radio

So don't become some background noise
A backdrop for the girls and boys
Who just don't know or just don't care
And just complain when you're not there
You had your time, you had the power
You've yet to have your finest hour
Radio - radio

All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio goo goo
Radio ga ga
All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio blah blah
Radio what's new?
Radio, someone still loves you

We watch the shows - we watch the stars
On videos for hours and hours
We hardly need to use our ears
How music changes through the years

Let's hope you never leave old friend
Like all good things on you we depend
So stick around 'cos we might miss you
When we grow tired of all this visual
You had your time - you had the power
You've yet to have your finest hour
Radio - radio

All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio goo goo
Radio ga ga
All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio goo goo
Radio ga ga
All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio blah blah
Radio what's new?
Someone still loves you

Radio ga ga (ga ga)
Radio ga ga (ga ga)
Radio ga ga (ga ga)

You had your time - you had the power
You've yet to have your finest hour
Radio - radio

Desnuda Y Con Sombrilla
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez 
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez



Tú sentada en una silla
yo de pie con expresión de lord
tu desnuda y con sombrilla
yo vestido pero con calor

Tú con uñas y con dientes
mirándome de frente
con brillo de matar
Yo retrocediendo un poco
llenándome de un loco
deseo de sangrar

Tú besando tus rodillas
yo discreto pero sin rubor
tú creando maravillas
yo soñándome esquimal sin sol

Tú con un ritmo tan lento
buscando un alimento
frotado con alcohol
Yo de pronto ensimismado
mirándote alelado
colmada de licor

Tú ardiente y sin capilla
yo quitándome el sombrero alón
tú dispuesta la vajilla
yo al filo de mi pantalón

Yo a punto del delirio
extraigo un solo cirio
que poso ante tu flor
Tú susurrando un misterio
de un no sé qué venéreo
me das un protector

Charpie De Chapka
Composer(s): Étienne Roda-Gil - Julien Clerc
Performer(s): Julien Clerc



Je me souviens
Je me souviens
Tes longues mains
Tes longues mains...
Être bon
Être bien
Être soi, être rien
Mais pas n'importe quoi
Une charpie de chapka...

Ces mots qui ne veulent
Plus rien dire
Ou qui disent
Le contraire
De ce qu'ils voulaient dire...
Tout ça
Maintenant, c'est là
Comme une charpie de chapka...
Et je me souviens de toi...

Se souvenir d'où l'on vient
Ne pas donner raison aux chiens
Ne pas devenir n'importe quoi
Pas une charpie de chapka...

Un soleil qui nous désaltère
L'eau pure qui chauffe nos artères
Vouloir un peu de mieux sur terre
Comme tu le voulais là-bas...
Loin des charpies de chapka...

Je me souviens...
Tes longues mains
Artiste pauvre
Passé sur terre
Tu voulais le bien
De tes frères...
Une seul famille
Un seul destin
Et le bonheur
Au quotidien...

Ces rêves, maintenant, ne sont plus là
Ils sont tous partis avec toi...
Comme les empires croulent soudain
Comme les rêves se désespèrent
Devant le mal, devant le froid...
Comme une charpie de chapka...

Radio and TV
Composer(s): Boudleaux Bryant; Felice Bryant
Performer(s): The Everly Brothers



Radio and TV do a lot for me
Lots of times I dig my honey
When I'm runnin' short of foldin' money
and the radio and TV are free

At the outdoor movie, everything is groovy
But at times I like it better
Just to bring my baby home and set her
At the radio and TV with me

(x2):
It's nice to sit and say things that lovers have to say
While the good guys chase the bad guys and the top 10 records play
Take away my car keys, take away my waterskis
Take away my foldin' money, take it all
But just don't take my honey or my radio and TV from me

The Lollipop Song
Performer(s): George Grandee



I've always been a gentle guy, kept my temper well
But there is something on my mind I simply have to tell
There may be certain boys who shout, "You're just a dumb half-wit"
But my mind's made up about one thing, und this is it
Oh, I'd rather suck on a lemon drop
Than to try my luck with a lollipop
'Cause I always drop my lollipop
Und it gets all over icky
Oh, it makes me sick with the way it smears
How the stuff do stick in tour hair and ears
With the lemon bean I'm always clean
But a lollipop, all icky
I've tried and tried, but never could find
A lollipop that's even halfway refined
So, I'd rather suck on a lemon drop
Than to try my luck with a lollipop
'Cause I always drop my lollipop
Und it gets all over icky

Charms
Composer(s): Howard Greenfield - Helen Miller
Performer(s): Bobby Vee



Pretty charms, pretty little charms
See how they sparkle in the sun
Ding dong ding listen to them ring
They seem to be telling everyone
That you're my-y baby
With a twist of your wrist it can be told
You're my-y baby
There it is, in fourteen ca-a-a-ra-a-at golden

Pretty charms, pretty little charms
Starting from the day we met
The Sweet Sixteen, the moments in between
That New Year's Eve we won't forget
So if some guy should ask you
If some night you're free
Wave him away with a wave of your arms
Do as I say, just blind 'em with your charms
And show him you belong to me

So if some guy should ask you
If some night you're free
Wave him away with a wave of your arms
Do what I say, just blind 'em with your charms
And show him you belong to me

(Pretty charms, pretty little charms)
(Pretty charms, pretty little charms)
(Pretty charms, pretty little charms)