The Stag
Composer(s): Angelo Branduardi - Peter Sinfield
Performer(s): Angelo Branduardi



Tell us our good master
Why you sit there so quietly
And where are the trophies
You usually bring home
Like the heads of the Bengal tiger
That decorate your great hall
And the skins of lion and zebra
That you've laid wall to wall...
My friends, in the foothills before the rainy season
I went out hunting one day all by myself
Keeping the wind in my face I crept up
To where a herd of deer were grazing
When suddenly before me
Stood a great horned king of stags
And it's the truth I tell you, believe me
As the lord above's my witness
The great beast did not quaver
But softly began to speak...
"It's written in the stars, lord
Upon this day I die
So these my gifts I offer
To you this Eastertide:
These majestic antlers for you
To hang your bows on
And these my ears as fine cups
For you to toast your ladies
Take both my bright eyes
For a pair of shining mirrors
And all these bristles
For brushes to shave your face
I pray that you eat my flesh for ten days
And from my hide you make a warm coat
And as for your strength and courage
My liver will serve you well
Thus in the stars it's written, my good sir
That the body of this your servant
Seven times will be fruitful
And seven times be reborn...
Tell us our good master
Why you sit there so quietly
And where are all the trophies
You usually bring home...

Com Açúcar, Com Afeto
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Maria Bethânia
and various other artists



Com açúcar, com afeto
Fiz seu doce predileto
Pra você parar em casa
Qual o quê
Com seu terno mais bonito
Você sai, não acredito
Quando diz que não se atrasa
Você diz que é operário
Vai em busca do salário
Pra poder me sustentar
Qual o quê
No caminho da oficina
Há um bar em cada esquina
Pra você comemorar
Sei lá o quê

Sei que alguém vai sentar junto
Você vai puxar assunto
Discutindo futebol
E ficar olhando as saias
De quem vive pelas praias
Coloridas pelo sol
Vem a noite e mais um copo
Sei que alegre ma non troppo
Você vai querer cantar
Na caixinha um novo amigo
Vai bater um samba antigo
Pra você rememorar

Quando a noite enfim lhe cansa
Você vem feito criança
Pra chorar o meu perdão
Qual o quê
Diz pra eu não ficar sentida
Diz que vai mudar de vida
Pra agradar meu coração
E ao lhe ver assim cansado
Maltrapilho e maltratado
Ainda quis me aborrecer
Qual o quê
Logo vou esquentar seu prato
Dou um beijo em seu retrato
E abro os meus braços pra você

Com Açúcar, Com Afeto
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Maria Bethânia
and various other artists



Com açúcar, com afeto
Fiz seu doce predileto
Pra você parar em casa
Qual o quê
Com seu terno mais bonito
Você sai, não acredito
Quando diz que não se atrasa
Você diz que é operário
Vai em busca do salário
Pra poder me sustentar
Qual o quê
No caminho da oficina
Há um bar em cada esquina
Pra você comemorar
Sei lá o quê

Sei que alguém vai sentar junto
Você vai puxar assunto
Discutindo futebol
E ficar olhando as saias
De quem vive pelas praias
Coloridas pelo sol
Vem a noite e mais um copo
Sei que alegre ma non troppo
Você vai querer cantar
Na caixinha um novo amigo
Vai bater um samba antigo
Pra você rememorar

Quando a noite enfim lhe cansa
Você vem feito criança
Pra chorar o meu perdão
Qual o quê
Diz pra eu não ficar sentida
Diz que vai mudar de vida
Pra agradar meu coração
E ao lhe ver assim cansado
Maltrapilho e maltratado
Ainda quis me aborrecer
Qual o quê
Logo vou esquentar seu prato
Dou um beijo em seu retrato
E abro os meus braços pra você

Rien Que Huit Jours
((Adapted from: Thirty Days (To Come Back Home) (Chuck Berry and His Combo) - 1955; Forty Days (Ronnie Hawkins & The Hawks) - 1959))
((Finnish Version: Oi Kuuskytviis (Jussi & The Boys) - 1979))
Composer(s): Chuck Berry - Manou Roblin
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday - 1964



Je ne te donne que huit jours
Rien que ça

A nos amis je raconterai tout ce que tu m'as fais
Si tu n'es pas rentrée
Je ferai connaître ton aventure
Je ne te donne pour me revenir rien que huit jours

Rien que huit jours
Rien que huit jours
Pour revenir auprès de moi
Tu n'as que huit jours
Je ne suis pas une marionnette
Toi, tu es pour moi ma seule raison d'être
Je ne te donne pour me revenir rien que huit jours

Et je vais dire à ce garçon qui t'aime que tu m'as quitté
Pour que je sois très jaloux et vienne te supplier
Je lui dirai aussi que toi tu te moques pas mal de lui
Je ne te donne pour me revenir rien que huit jours

Rien que huit jours
Rien que huit jours
Pour revenir auprès de moi
Tu n'as que huit jours
Je ne suis pas une marionnette
Toi, tu es pour moi ma seule raison d'être
Je ne te donne pour me revenir rien que huit jours

Et je vais dire à ce garçon qui t'aimes que tu m'as quitté
Pour que je sois très jaloux et vienne te supplier
Je lui dirai que c'n'est pas la première fois
Et que t'es toujours revenue dans mes bras
Je ne te donne pour me revenir rien que huit jours

Rien que huit jours
Rien que huit jours
Pour revenir auprès de moi
Tu n'as que huit jours
Je ne suis pas une marionnette
Toi, tu es pour moi ma seule raison d'être
Je ne te donne pour me revenir rien que huit jours...

The Spirit Of Radio
Composer(s): Geddy Lee - Alex Lifeson - Neil Peart
First release by: Rush - 1980
Covered by multiple other artists



Begin the day with a friendly voice
A companion, unobtrusive
Plays the song that's so elusive
And the magic music makes your morning mood

Off on your way, hit the open road
There is magic at your fingers
For the Spirit ever lingers
Undemanding contact in your happy solitude

Invisible airwaves crackle with life
Bright antenna bristle with the energy
Emotional feedback on a timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free

All this machinery making modern music
Can still be open-hearted
Not so coldly charted, it's really just a question
Of your honesty, yeah, your honesty

One likes to believe in the freedom of music
But glittering prizes and endless compromises
Shatter the illusion of integrity

Invisible airwaves crackle with life
Bright antenna bristle with the energy
Emotional feedback on a timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free

For the words of the profits were written on the studio wall
Concert hall
And echoes with the sounds of salesmen
Of salesmen
Of salesmen

Columbus Stockade Blues
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Bill Monroe



Way down in Columbus, Georgia 
Want to be back in Tennessee 
Way down in Columbus Stockade 
Friends all turned their backs on me 

Go and leave me if you wish to 
Never let it cross your mind 
If in your heart you love another 
Leave me little darling, I don't mind 

Last night as I lay sleeping 
I dreamt I held you in my arms 
When I awoke I was mistaken 
I was peeping through the bars 

Many a night with you I've rambled 
Many an hour with you I've spent 
Thought I had your heart forever 
Now I find it's only lent

Rien Que Du Bleu
Composer(s): Marc Estève; Enrico Macias
Performer(s): Enrico Macias



Pas un nuage dans mes pensées
Je n'y vois vraiment que du bleu
Avec des bouts de Méditerranée
Posés sur des rivages paresseux

Rien que du bleu, rien que du bleu

Le vieux marché, brûlant d’épices
Des mains qui disent un mot sur deux
Un regard qui s'envole en mer, et glisse
Sur l’eau profond au bord des jours heureux

Rien que du bleu, rien que du bleu

Pour voir un peu plus loin que le bout de notre chemin
Du bleu, pour peindre tous ensemble, le ciel qui nous ressemble
Plein de vie et de larmes de joie
Et d'amour dans le grain de ta voix

Et si l'hiver nous désoriente
Le violon des pairs de cigalles
Nous soulevant du lendemain qui chante
Quand le soleil nous ouvrira le bal

Rien que du bleu, rien que du bleu

Pour voir un peu plus loin que le bout de notre chemin
Du bleu, pour peindre tous ensemble, le ciel qui nous ressemble
Plein de vie et de larmes de joie
Et d'amour dans le grain de ta voix

Pas un nuage dans mes pensées
Je n'y vois vraiment que du bleu
Avec des bouts de Méditerranée
Posés sur des rivages paresseux

Rien que du bleu, rien que du bleu

Pour voir un peu plus loin que le bout de notre chemin
Du bleu, pour peindre tous ensemble, le ciel qui nous ressemble
Plein de vie, et de larmes de joie
Et d'amour dans le grain de ta voix

Rien que du bleu, rien que du bleu
Rien que du bleu, rien que du bleu

The Sphinx
Composer(s): Nico - Philippe Quilichini
Performer(s): Nico



The hours since I saw you last
Have left me in an unknown past
They do not seem to leave me
They seem to join me on the road
Or even when I take a boat

A light
Insanely bright is standing
A fainting force
My loneliness remains attending

The hours since I saw you last
Have left me in an unknown past
They do not seem to leave me
They seem to join me on the road
Or even when I take a boat

A light
Insanely bright is standing
A fainting force
My loneliness remains attending

Columbus
Composer(s): Noel Brazil
First release by: Mary Black - 1989



Better keep your distance from this whale
Better keep your boat from going astray
Find yourself a partner and treat them well
Try to give them shelter night and day
'Cause here in the blue light
Far away from the fireside
Things can get twisted and crazy and crowded
You can't even feel right

So I dream of columbus
Every time the panic starts
I dream of columbus
With your maps and your beautiful charts
I dream of columbus
There's an ache in a traveling heart

See how the cormorant swoops and dives
Must be a thrill to go that deep
Down to the basement of this life
Down to where the mermaid gently sleeps
Not like here in the blue light
Far away from the fireside
Where things get twisted and
Haunted and crowded
You can't even feel right

So I dream of columbus
Every time the panic starts
I dream of columbus
With your maps and your beautiful charts
I dream of columbus
There's an ache in a traveling heart

As the tide must ebb and flow
I am dragged down under
I wait the livelong day
For an end to my hunger

So I dream of columbus
Every time the panic starts
I dream of columbus
With your maps and your beautiful charts
I dream of columbus
There's an ache in a traveling heart

Rien Pour Faire Une Chanson
English Title: Run For Your Life
Composer(s): John Lennon;
Paul McCartney; Jacques Chaumelle
Performer(s): Renée Martel;
Richard Anthony; Andrée & Pierre Lalonde



J'ai chanté souvent l'amour qui s'en va
Pleurant sur mes souvenirs
Mais de ces jours passés près de toi
Je n'ai rien su retenir

J'ai beau chercher
Tu n'm'as rien laissé dans le coeur
Rien, pas même ton nom, dans le coeur
Rien pour faire une chanson
Quand je cherche dans mon coeur

Vois-tu, je n'suis plus comme avant
Lorsque j'entends siffler le train
Mais pourquoi retenir le vent
Je te dis «oui, va plus loin»

J'ai beau chercher
Tu n'm'as rien laissé dans le coeur
Rien, pas même ton nom, dans le coeur
Rien pour faire une chanson
Quand je cherche dans mon coeur

Les filles pleurent quelquefois
Pour les garçons d'aujourd'hui
Chin chin maintenant je bois
C'est ma fête et je t'oublie

J'ai beau chercher
Tu n'm'as rien laissé dans le coeur
Rien, pas même ton nom, dans le coeur
Rien pour faire une chanson
Quand je cherche dans mon coeur

J'ai chanté souvent l'amour qui s'en va
Pleurant sur mes souvenirs
Mais de ces jours passés près de toi
Je n'ai rien su retenir

J'ai beau chercher
Tu n'm'as rien laissé dans le coeur
Rien, pas même ton nom, dans le coeur
Rien pour faire une chanson
Quand je cherche dans mon coeur
Na, na, na, ...

The Special Years
Composer(s): Sharp
Performer(s): Val Doonican



From pigtails to wedding veils
From pinafores to lace
And in between are the special years
Time never can erase

From play toys to college boys
From little girl to wife
And in between are the special years
You remember all of your life

The special years are filled
With sweet promises and pain
But love will never taste
Quite so wonderful again

So slow up, don't rush to grow up
You'll be a woman before long
So stay awhile in the special years
Their magic will soon be gone

Just stay awhile in the special years
Their magic will soon be gone

Columbia, The Gem Of The Ocean
Composer(s): David T. Shaw; Thomas A. Beckett
Performer(s): Les Brown & His Orch.
and various other artists



O Columbia the gem of the ocean
The home of the brave and the free
The shrine of each patriot’s devotion
A world offers homage to thee
Thy mandates make heroes assemble
When liberty’s form stands in view
Thy Banners make tyranny tremble
When born by the red, white and blue

Refrain:
When born by the red, white and blue
When born by the red, white and blue
Thy Banners make tyranny tremble
When born by the red, white and blue

When war wing’d its wide desolation
And threaten’d our land to deform
The ark then of freedom’s foundation
Columbia rode safe through the storm
With her garlands of vict’ry around her
When so proudly she bore her brave crew
With her flag proudly floating before her
The boast of the red, white and blue

Refrain:
The boast of the red, white and blue
The boast of the red, white and blue
With her flag proudly floating before her
The boast of the red, white and blue

The wine-cup the wine-cup bring hither
And fill you it true to the brim
May the wreath’s that have won ne’er wither
Nor the star of their glory grow dim
May the service united ne’er sever
But they to their colors prove true
The army and navy forever
Three cheers for the red, white and blue

Refrain:
Three cheers for the red, white and blue
Three cheers for the red, white and blue
The army and navy forever
Three cheers for the red, white and blue

Rien N'a Changé
Composer(s): Georges Moustaki
Performer(s): Georges Moustaki



Rien n'a changé et pourtant tout est différent
Rien n'est pareil et pourtant tout est comme avant
Où es-tu si loin mon amour
Pourquoi es-tu si loin

Au café de nos rencontres je m'assieds à la terrasse
J'y vois les mêmes amis les mêmes gens
Poliment je les écoute je souris à leurs grimaces
Mais c'est toi que je vois c'est toi que j'entends

Rien n'a changé et pourtant tout est différent
Rien n'est pareil et pourtant tout est comme avant
Où es-tu si loin mon amour
Pourquoi es-tu si loin

Je m'arrête à la vitrine de la librairie d'en face
Puis je repars les mains vides nez au vent
Et je continue de vivre parmi les ombres qui passent
Et ramènent mes souvenirs au présent

Rien n'a changé et pourtant tout est différent
Rien n'est pareil et pourtant tout est comme avant
Où es-tu si loin mon amour
Pourquoi es-tu si loin

J'ai fait rentrer quelques bûches j'ai changé le lit de place
Et j'ai fait repeindre les murs tout en blanc
Mais les nuits semblent bien longues la solitude me glace
Et le lit est devenu beaucoup trop grand

Rien n'a changé et pourtant tout est différent
Rien n'est pareil et pourtant tout est comme avant

The Spanish Lady
(Traditional)
Performer(s): The Dubliners
and multiple other artists



As I came up through Dublin City
At the hour of twelve at night
Who should I spy but a Spanish lady
Washing her feet by candlelight
First she washed them, then she dried them
Over a fire of angry coal
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so sweet about the sole

Whack for ma toora loora laddy
Whack for ma toora loora lay
Whack for ma toora loora laddy
Whack for ma toora loora lay

As I came up through Dublin City
At the hour of half-past-eight
Who should I spy but a Spanish lady
Brushing her hair by broad daylight
First she brushed it, then she tossed it
On her lap was a silver comb
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so fair as I did roam

As I came up through Dublin City
As the sun was near to set
Who should I spy but a Spanish lady
Catching a moth in a golden net
When she saw me, then she fled me
Hitching her petticoat o'er her knee
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so blithe as the Spanish lady

I wandered north and I wandered south
Through Stonybatter and Patrick's Close
Up and around by the Gloucester Diamond
Back through Napper Tandy's house
Old age has laid her hand on me
Cold as a fire of ashen coal
But where, oh where is the Spanish lady
Neat and sweet about the sole?

Colt 45
Composer(s): Harold S. Hopper; Douglas Heyes
Performer(s): Bunk Gardner



There was a gun that won the west
There was a man among the best
The fastest gun or man alive
A lightning bolt when he drew that Colt 45

He carried the message of law and of order
Into a wicked land
With a Colt single action 
Army revolver 
Blazing in either hand

There was the right, there was the wrong
The gun was quick, the man was strong
And Peace was made when they arrived 
A lightning bolt when the drew that Colt 45

Colt 45
Colt 45
Colt 45
Colt 45

Rien Moins Que T'Aimer
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



Je ne pouvais rien
Rien moins que t'aimer
Toi qui m'apportait
Plus que tout au monde
Et suivait du doigt mes rides profondes
D'un oeil amusé

Je ne pouvais rien
Rien moins que t'aimer
Mettant à tes pieds
Toutes mes faiblesses
À toi qui m'offrait ta prime jeunesse
Sans rien exiger

Je ne pouvais rien
Moins que te chérir
Contournant ma vie
Pour suivre la tienne
Partageant tes joies, tes rêves, tes peines
Mes doutes accrochés à ton avenir

Quand sur mon chemin
Menant au passé
J'ai cueilli en toi
Bien qu'à peine éclose
Ma première joie, ma dernière rose
Je ne pouvais
C'est la moindre des choses
Rien moins que t'aimer

The Spaniard That Blighted My Life
Composer(s): Billy Merson
Performer(s): Billy Merson
and multiple other artists



List to me while I tell you
Of the Spaniard that blighted my life
List to me while I tell you
Of the man who pinched my future wife

'Twas at the bull fight where we met him
We'd been watching his daring display
And while I went out for some nuts and a programme
The dirty dog stole her away

Oh yes! Oh yes!
But I've sworn that I'll have my revenge!

If I catch Alphonso Spagoni, the Toreador
With a mighty swipe I will dislocate his bally jaw!
I'll find this bullfighter, I will
And when I catch the bounder
The blighter I'll kill
He shall die! He shall die!
He shall die tiddly-i-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti!
He shall die! He shall die!
For I'll raise a bunion on his Spanish onion
If I catch him bending tonight!

Yes, when I catch Spagoni
He will wish that he'd never been born
And for this special reason
My stiletto I've fetched out of pawn

It cost me five shillings to fetch it
This expense it has caused me much pain
But the pawnbroker's promised when I've killed Spagoni
He'll take it in pawn once again

Oh yes! Oh yes!
So tonight there will be dirty work

If I catch Alphonso Spagoni, the Toreador
With a mighty swipe I will dislocate his bally jaw!
I'll find this bullfighter, I will
And when I catch the bounder
The blighter I'll kill
He shall die! He shall die!
He shall die tiddly-i-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti!
He shall die! He shall die!
For I'll raise a bunion on his Spanish onion
If I catch him bending tonight!

I tracked him to London
And he gave me the slip once again
And they told me this morning
That he'd doubled and gone back to Spain

But whatever it costs me I'll catch him
Then no more will he give me the slip
With my last one and ninepence on Sunday
I'm going to Spain by the Sunday League Trip

Oh yes! Oh yes!
And then the dark deed will be done

If I catch Alphonso Spagoni, the Toreador
With a mighty swipe I will dislocate his bally jaw!
I'll find this bullfighter, I will
And when I catch the bounder
The blighter I'll kill
He shall die! He shall die!
He shall die tiddly-i-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti!
He shall die! He shall die!
For I'll raise a bunion on his Spanish onion
If I catch him bending tonight!

Colors Of The Spirit
Composer(s): John Bettis; Jonathan Cain;
Steve Perry; Neal Schon
Performer(s): Journey



We are one, we are one
Distant rhythm in a troubled sky
Angry clouds divide the sun
Feels like thunder and so do I
Bloody silence has begun
Flying like a wounded dove

Tomorrow comes undone
Surrender don't come easily
We try to get over... over
Falling together... together

Many colors of the spirit
Many lives below the sun
We are colors of the spirit
We are many... we are one

Ask the question - what's goin' on
Why raging children run
Where's the father's legacy
Where's the harvest of the son
Close your eyes and tell me what you see
I see the same thing... same thing

Many colors of the spirit
Many lives below the sun
We are colors of the spirit
We are many... we are one
No, surrender don't come easily
We try to get over... over

Many colors of the spirit
Many lives below the sun
We are colors of the spirit
We are many... we are one
We are many... we are oneWe are one, we are one
Distant rhythm in a troubled sky
Angry clouds divide the sun
Feels like thunder and so do I
Bloody silence has begun
Flying like a wounded dove

Tomorrow comes undone
Surrender don't come easily
We try to get over... over
Falling together... together

Many colors of the spirit
Many lives below the sun
We are colors of the spirit
We are many... we are one

Ask the question - what's goin' on
Why raging children run
Where's the father's legacy
Where's the harvest of the son
Close your eyes and tell me what you see
I see the same thing... same thing

Many colors of the spirit
Many lives below the sun
We are colors of the spirit
We are many... we are one
No, surrender don't come easily
We try to get over... over

Many colors of the spirit
Many lives below the sun
We are colors of the spirit
We are many... we are one
We are many... we are one

Rien De Rien
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Pierre Roche
Performer(s): Edith Piaf



Rien de rien...
Il ne se passe jamais rien pour moi
Je me demande pourquoi!
Rien! Rien! Rien!
Il ne se passe jamais rien!...
Rien de rien...
Il ne se passe jamais rien pour moi
Je me demande pourquoi!
Rien! Rien! Rien!
Il ne se passe jamais rien!...

Du matin à l'heure où je me couche
Tout ici est calme et banal
J'aimerais qu' 'y s'passe quequ' chose de louche
De la prime ou du pas normal

Rien de rien...
Il ne se passe jamais rien pour moi
Je me demande pourquoi!
Rien! Rien! Rien!
Il ne se passe jamais rien!...

Voici un couple qui murmure
Et dans une chambre veut se glisser...
Je devine une tendre aventure...
Mais ils vont chacun d'leur côté!

Rien de rien...
Il ne se passe jamais rien pour moi
Je me demande pourquoi!
Rien! Rien! Rien!
Il ne se passe jamais rien!...
Rien de rien...
Il ne se passe jamais rien pour moi
Je me demande pourquoi!
Rien!...
Il ne se passe jamais rien!...
Rien de rien...
Il ne se passe jamais rien pour moi
Je me demande pourquoi!
Rien! Rien! Rien!
Il ne se passe jamais rien!...

Deux hommes parlent à voix basse
Discutant pleins d'animation
Pour écouter, je change de place
Mais hélas, je n'entends que "oui, non"

Rien de rien...
Il ne se passe jamais rien pour moi
Je me demande pourquoi!
Rien! Rien! Rien!
Il ne se passe jamais rien!...

Ce qu'y s'passe pas, j'aimerais qu'ça s'passe
Que ça s'passe ne serait-ce que pour moi
Comme ça je verrais ce qu'y s'passe
Et je pourrais dire qu'ça s'passe pas!

Rien de rien...
Il ne se passe jamais rien pour moi
Et je me demande pourquoi!
Rien ...
Il ne se passe jamais rien!

Do You Wanna Go Party
Composer(s): Harry Wayne "K.C." Casey - Richard Finch
Performer(s): K.C. & The Sunshine Band



Ooh, ah, party
Ooh, ah, party
Ooh, ah, party
Ooh, ah, party
Do you wanna go party
We'll get funky there, party
Drink a little wine, party
Have a funky time, party
Come on baby, sexy lady
Let's go out tonight
We'll go party
we'll go dancin'
Let's go get satisfied
Ooh, ah, party
Ooh, ah, party
Ooh, ah, party
Ooh, ah, party
Como on baby, sexy lady
Let yourself unwind
I wanna love you
Kiss and hug you
Make it last all night
Ooh, ah, party
Ooh, ah, party

Ooh, ah, party
Ooh, ah, party
Do you wanna go party
We'll get funky there, party
Drink a little wine, party
Have a funky time, party
Ooh, ah
Ooh, ah
Ooh, ah
Ooh, ah

Do you wanna go party

Do you wanna go party
We'll get funky there, party
Drink a little wine, party
Have a funky time, party
Party
Party
Party
(Repeat)