De Wereld Draait Maar Door... 
((Adapted from: The Winner Takes It All (ABBA) - 1980))
Composer(s): Benny Andersson - Bjorn Ulvaeus - Jo De Clercq
Performer(s): Wendy Van Wanten - 1995

Versions In Other Languages:
1980 - A Ty Se Ptáš, Co Já (Helena Vondrácková)
1981 - Bravo Tu As Gagné (Mireille Mathieu)
1981 - Allora Prendi E Vai (Wilma Goich)
2005 - Va Todo Al Ganador (Nina)



Stilte voor de storm
Of voel je zelfs geen pijn meer
Geen brief, geen telefoon
Vergeten waar ik woon
Alles wat je wilt
Maar doe niet onverschillig
Maak je nog eens kwaad
Zeg dat je me haat

De wereld draait maar door
Het leven gaat toch voort
En ik sta hier alleen
Mijn droom valt weer uiteen

Foto's aan de muur
Blijven naar mij kijken
Samen hand inhand
Stoeien aan het strand
Veel te kort van duur
Zo zou later blijken
'k Voelde mij zo goed
Liefde smaakt zo zoet

Maar dan dat vreemd gevoel
Jij werd zo vreselijk koel
De harde werkelijkheid
Ah, ik ben je kwijt

De wereld draait maar door
Het leven gaat toch voort
En ik sta hier alleen
Mijn droom valt weer uiteen

Doet zij even graag
Wat wij zo graag deden
Geeft ze jou genoeg
Alles wat je vroeg
Alles wat ik vraag
Hou van het verleden
Als is de droom voorbij
Denk nog eens aan mij

Maar dan dat vreemd gevoel
Jij werd zo vreselijk koel
De harde werkelijkheid
Ah, ik ben je kwijt

De wereld draait maar door
Het leven gaat toch voort
En ik sta hier alleen
Mijn droom valt weer uiteen

Stilte voor de storm
Of voel je zelfs geen pijn meer
Geen brief, geen telefoon
Vergeten waar ik woon
Alles wat je wilt
Maar doe niet onverschillig
Maak je nog eens kwaad
Zeg dat je me haat

De wereld draait maar door
Het leven gaat toch voort

Communiqué
Composer(s): Mark Knopfler
Performer(s): Dire Straits



They wanna get a statement for jesus sake
It’s like talking to the wall
He’s incommunicado no comment to make
He’s saying nothing at all

But in the communiqué you know he’s gonna come clean
Think what he say, say what he mean
Maybe on monday he got something to say
Communication
Communiqué
Communiqué

Maybe he could talk about the tricks of the trade
Maybe he could talk about himself
Maybe he could talk about the money that he made
Maybe he’d be saying something else

But in the communiqué you know he’s gonna come clean
Think what he say, say what he mean
Maybe on monday he got something to say
Communication
Communiqué
Communiqué

And now the rumors are flying
Speculation rising
Say that he’s been trying someone else’s wife
Somebody at the airport
Somebody on the phone
Says he’s at the station and he’s coming on the noon
Then we get the story a serious breeze
And a photograph taken in the hall
You don’t have to worry with the previous release
Right now, he’s saying nothing at all
But in the communiqué you know he’s gonna come clean
Think what he say, say what he mean
Maybe on monday he got something to say
Communication
Communiqué
Communiqué

Romantica
Composer(s): Dino Verde
First performance: Renato Rascel - 1960
and multiple other artists



Bambina mia
sono l'ultimo poeta che s'ispira ad una stella
Bambina mia
sono l'ultimo inguaribile malato di poesia

E voglio bene a te
perché sei come me
romantica

Tu sei romantica
amarti e' un po' rivivere
nella semplicità
nell'irrealtà
di un altra età

Tu sei romantica
amica delle nuvole
che cercano lassù
un po' di sol
come fai tu

Tu sei la musica
che ispira l'anima
sei tu il mio angolo
di paradiso per me

Ed io che accanto a te
son ritornato a vivere
a te racconterò
affiderò
i sogni miei
perché romantica
tu sei

Tu sei la musica
che ispira l'anima
sei tu il mio angolo
di paradiso
per me

Tu sei romantica
amica delle nuvole
a te racconterò
affiderò
i sogni miei
perché romantica
tu sei

The Winner
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
Performer(s): Bobby Bare



The hulk of a man with a beer in his hand looked like a drunk old fool
And I knew that if I hit him right, I could knock him off that stool
But everybody said, "Watch out, that's Tiger Man McCool
He's had a whole lot of fights, and he always come out the winner"

But I'd had myself about five too many, and I walked up tall and proud
I faced his back and I faced the fact that he'd never stooped or bowed
I said, "Tiger Man, you're a pussycat," and a hush fell on the crowd
I said, "Let's you and me go outside and see who's the winner"

Well, he gripped the bar with one big hairy hand and he braced against the wall
He slowly looked up from his beer, my god, that man was tall
He said, "Boy, I see you're a scrapper, so just before you fall
I'm gonna tell you just a little what a means to be a winner"

He said, "You see these bright white smilin' teeth, you know they ain't my own
Mine rolled away like Chiclets down a street in San Antone
But I left that person cursin', nursin' seven broken bones
And he only broke three of mine, and that make me a winner"

He said, "Behind this grin, I got a steel pin that holds my jaw in place
A trophy of my most successful motorcycle race
And every mornin' when I wake and touch this scar across my face
It reminds me of all I got by bein' a winner

Now my broken back was the dyin' act of handsome Harry Clay
That sticky Cincinnatti night I stole his wife away
But that woman, she gets uglier and meaner every day
But I got her, boy, and that's what makes me a winner

You gotta speak loud when you challenge me, son, 'cause it's hard for me to hear
With this twisted neck and these migraine pains and this cauliflower ear
'N' if it weren't for this glass eye of mine, I'd shed a happy tear
To think of all you'll get by bein' a winner

I got arthritic elbows, boy, I got dislocated knees
From pickin' fights with thunderstorms and chargin' into trees
And my nose's been broke so often, I might lose it if I sneeze
And, son, you say you still wanna be a winner?

My spine is short three vertebrae and my hip is screwed together
My ankles warn me every time there'll be a change in the weather
Guess I kicked too many asses, and when the kicks all get together
They sure can slow you down when you're a winner

My knuckles are so swollen I can hardly make a fist
Who would have thought old Charlie had a blade taped to his wrist
And my blind eye's where he cut me, and my good eye's where he missed
Yeah, you lose a couple of things when you're a winner

My head is just a bunch of clumps and lumps and bumps and scars
From chargin' broken bottles and buttin' crowded bars
And this hernia, well, it only proves a man can't lift a car
But you're expected to do it all when you're a winner

Got a steel plate inside my skull, underneath this store-bought hair
My pelvis is aluminum from takin' ladies' dares
And if you had a magnet, son, you could lift me off my chair
I'm a man of steel, but I'm rustin'....what a winner

I got a perforated ulcer, I got strictures and incisions
My prostate's barely holdin' up from those all-night collisions
And I'll have to fight two of you because of my double vision
You're lookin' sick, son....that ain't right for a winner

Winnin' that last stock-car race cost me my favorite toes
Winnin' that factory foreman's job, it browned and broke my nose
And these haemorrhoids come from winnin' all them goddamn rodeos
Sometimes it's a pain in the butt to be a winner

In the war, I got the Purple Heart, that's why my nerves are gone
And I ruined my liver in drinkin' contests, which I always won
And I should be retired now, rockin' on my lawn
But you losers keep comin' on, makin' me a winner

When I walk, you can hear my pelvis rattle, creak and crack
From my great Olympic hump-off with that nymphomaniac
After which I spent the next six weeks in traction on my back
While whe walked off smilin', leavin' me the winner

Now, as I kick in your family jewels, you'll notice my left leg drags
And this jacket's kinda padded up where my right shoulder sags
And there's a special part of me I keep in this paper bag
And I'll show it to you, if you want to see all of the winner

So I never play the violin and I seldom dance or ski
They say there never was a hero brave and strong as me
But when you're this year's hero, son, you're next year's used-to-be
And that's the facts of life....when you're a winner

Now, you remind me a lot of my younger days, with your knuckles clenchin' white
But, boy, I'm gonna sit right here and sip this beer all night
And if there's somethin' you gotta prove by winnin' some silly fight
Well, OK, I quit, I lose, son, you're the winner"

So I stumbled from that barroom not so tall and not so proud
And behind me I could hear the hoots of laughter from the crowd
But my eyes still see and my nose still works and my teeth are still in my mouth
And y'know, I guess that makes me a winner

Communication Breakdown
Composer(s): John Bonham; James Patrick Page; John Paul Jones
First release by: Led Zeppelin - 1969
Covered by various other artists



Hey, girl, stop what you're doin'!
Hey, girl, you'll drive me to ruin
I don't know what it is about you
But I like it alot
Oh, let me hold you
Let me feel your lovin' charms

Communication Breakdown
It's always the same
I'm having a nervous breakdown
Drive me insane!

Hey, girl, I got something I think you ought to know
Hey, babe, I wanna tell you that I love you so
I wanna hold you in my arms, yeah!
I'm never gonna let you go
Yes, I like your charms

Communication Breakdown
It's always the same
I'm having a nervous breakdown
Drive me insane!

Romantica
Composer(s): Dino Verde; Gillo; Obermair
Performer(s): Dalida
and multiple other artists



Bambina mia 
Alle lieder dieser erde 
Sind für dich allein geschrieben 
Bambina mia 
Für uns beide sind die sterne 
Sind die märchen noch geblieben 

Du bist romantica 
Weil dich das wunder dieser welt 
In seiner ganzen pracht 
Bei tag und nacht gefangen hält 
Du bist romantica 
Die schönsten träume werden wabr 
Und jeder neue tag 
Den du mir schenkst 
Ist wunderbar 

Du siehst den sonnenschein 
Der dir vom himmel lacht 
Nicht nur bei tag allein 
Nein, auch im dunkel der nacht 

Du bist romantica 
Kein zauber kann so strahlend sein 
Und darum sag ich dir 
Ich wünsche mir 
Mit dir allein 
Nur noch romantica zu sein 
Du bist romantica 
Die schönsten träume werden wahr 
Und jeder neue tag 
Den du mir schenkst 
Ist wunderbar 

Du siehst den sonnenschein 
Der dir vom himmel lacht 
Nicht nur bei tag allein 
Nein auch im dunkel der nacht 

Du bist romantica 
Kein zauber kann so strahlend sein 
Und darum sag ich dir 
Ich wünsche mir 
Mit dir allein 
Nur noch romantica
Nur noch romantica
Nur noch romantica zu sein

The Wine Of Youth
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



While we still hold, the card in our hands
the fleeing treasure, of youth we know
we're living life to its full measure
For the fruit of love is growing
when the wine of youth is flowing

And while we hear life's distant bells still ringing laughter
we're full of hope, we're blessed with joy, we have no care  
So let us drink, while life is brimming
with the wine of youth

Time, so swiftly flies, our summer skies soon slip away
Time, so swiftly wings, each parting wings
each chandelles sadness, so timeless
And then in vain, we cup our hands and catch but sorrow 
Each drop of time, like falling rain, knows no tomorrow
We can't hold and sip forever from the wine of youth

Before we learn to smile, our smiles are behind us
Before we learn to live, our life has run away
In a momentary sigh, before we understand
we watch it all go by
We'll never know that time, time again
And then in vain, we cup our hands and catch but sorrow  
Each drop of time, like falling rain, knows no tomorrow
We can't hold and sip forever from the wine of youth

Communication
Performer(s): David McCallum



How can we get through to him?
Who am I? Where am I going?
With no time to spare as a man rowing from a shoreless lake
Never slowing the pace, but never spying land
I am as most people, I suppose, lost, not knowing why
But I need to know
(We need your love the whole day through)
(We need your love the whole night too)
(But how can we get through to you)
(Help us to stop, stop feeling blue)
(Communication, yes, yes, communication)
(Please help us get through to you)
I know, I'll go and see what men have done before me, in the past
In case there's one who wrote or drew or painted, perhaps in fun
A moment of his life that gave him pause
Who knows, the answer may lie in the heat of the Sun
( I saw him with Mylene at the movies
I saw him with Pat at the store. Pat's a blond
I'm a blond. Can I get a date with him? Do you
really think I could?)
(We need your love the whole day through)
(We need your love the whole night too)
(But how do we get through to you)
(Help us to stop, stop feeling blue)
(Communication, yes, yes, communication)
I must find myself before it's too late
In life or death, in love or hate
In peace and war, or through the gates of Hell
If that's the way to seek my fate
And then, and only then could you get through to me
And then, if all is well, we'd make a date
But not now, you see I really have to go
So would you girls mind stepping off my motorcycle

Romantica
Composer(s): Dino Verde; Roger Berthier; Fernand Bonifay
Performer(s): Dalida
and multiple other artists



Tu es étrange, tu n'en laisse rien paraître
Et nul ne peut te connaître
Tu es étrange, jamais tes yeux ne s'enflamment
Mais j'ai deviner ton âme

Tu es romantica, romantique et Bohème
Tu t'en défend parfois
Mais moi je sais, je sais tout ca
Tu es romantica voilà pourquoi je t'aime
Tes yeux sont malheureux
Quand notre ciel paraît moins bleu

Le rire d'un enfant, une fleur au printemps
Le chant d'un feu de bois
Au fond tu n'aimes que ca
Et quand tu viens vers moi
Tu sais rester toi même
De peur qu'on rit tout bas
Tu n'aimes pas montrer tes joies
Car tu veux les garder pour toi

Tu es romantica c'est pour ça que je t'aime
Tu as fait de ma vie un univers de poésie

Es ce là ton secret, mais je le connais
Tout mes rêves sont fait à ton image c'est vrai
Et lorsque je te vois romantique et bohème
Je pense qu'ici bas tous mon bonheur je te le dois

Tu es romantica, tu es romantica, tu es romantica
Pour moi

The Wind-Up
Composer(s): Pete Wylie
Performer(s): Wah!



Waaaa... Aaaaa... Aaaaah!
Waaaa... Aaaaa... Aaaaah!
Waaaa... Aaaaa... Aaaaa... Aaaaa... Aaah!

The Writing's Off The Wall
But Strictly On The Case
No Need To Sidetrack
If You Can't Keep The Pace
With
Waaaa... Aaaaa... Aaaaah!
Waaaa... Aaaaa... Aaaaah!
Waaaa... Aaaaa... Aaaaa... Aaaaa... Aaah!

Hey Nah!Man!
Jump To The Beat...
Keep Yours For Corpses
And Sides Of Dead Meat

This Is The Wind-Up
This Is The Wind-Up
This Is The Wind-Up
This Is The Wind-Up

Turn The Hi-Fi High
And The Lights Down Low...

Communicate
Composer(s): The B-52's
Performer(s): The B-52's



Let loose
Before it causes problems
Let loose
Before it tears you apart
Let loose
Let loose

You gotta reach out - reach out and touch someone
You gotta reach out - reach out and touch someone

Boy (oh girl) you better communicate
Before it's too late
You better start talking
You better talk
Let loose
Before it causes problems
Let loose
Before it tears you apart

Don't bottle it up
Don't bottle it up
Like a bottle of pop
A bottle of 7-up

You better let it
Talk from your heart and not just your brain
Talk from your heart and not just your brain

C-o-m-m-u-n-i-c-a-t-e
(your brain that is)
C-o-m-m-u-n-i-c-a-t-e

Talk from your heart and not just your brain
Talk from your heart and not just your brain

C-o-m-m-u-n-i-c-a-t-e
(your brain that is)
C-o-m-m-u-n-i-c-a-t-e

Channel 17 - ho
Communicate - ho
Communicate - ho
Baby baby bounce it off your satellite - yeah

Romancing The Stone
Composer(s): Eddy Grant
Performer(s): Eddy Grant



(Chorus)
I'm romancing the stone 
never leaving your poor heart alone
Every night and every day gonna love the hurtin' away
I'm romancing the stone, never leaving your poor heart alone
Every night and every day gonna love the hurtin' away

Tonight, tonight I'm falling where the peaceful waters flow
Where the unicorn's the last one at the water hole
I have found a love so precious, like an emerald so bold
It's a firelight escaping from the jeweller's hold

(Chorus)

Oh and in the heat of rapture when I feel the cold winds blow
Through the broken glass, I'll see at last the sweet desire in you
I will climb up on my pulpit and I'll preach a sermon, you
On the mountain roads, in Harlem, feel my jeweller's hold

(Chorus)

The Windsor Waltz
Composer(s): Johnny May - Johnny Reine
Performer(s): Vera Lynn; Dickie Valentine



Remember, my darling, the night that we met
Dancing the old Windsor waltz
I saw you, I loved you, I’ll never regret
Dancing the old Windsor waltz

You gave me your promise, I gave you my heart
Like two other lovers, we never will part
Though time passes by, we will never forget
Dancing the old Windsor waltz

Commotion
((Finnish Version: Sekamelska (Kari Peitsamo Revival) - 1982))
Composer(s): J.C. Fogerty
First release by: Creedence Clearwater Revival - 1969



Traffic in the city turns my head around
No, no, no, no, no
Backed up on the freeway, backed up in the church
Ev'rywhere you look there's a frown, frown

Com, commotion
Git, git, git, gone
Com, commotion
Git, git, git, gone

People keep atalkin', they don't say a word
Jaw, jaw, jaw, jaw, jaw
Talk up in the White House, talk up to your door
So much goin' on I just can't hear

Com, commotion
Git, git, git, gone
Com, commotion
Git, git, git, gone

Hurryin' to get there so you save some time
Run, run, run, run, run
Rushin' to the treadmill, rushin' to get home
Worry 'bout the time you save, save

Com, commotion
Git, git, git, gone
Com, commotion
Git, git, git, gone

Romance Of Love - 2002 (aka Forbidden Games - 1963)
(Adapted from: Romance - 1934)
Composer(s): Narciso Yepes; Marc Lanjean; B. Parker
Performer(s): Tom Jones

Titles In Other Languages:
1969 - Le Souvenir
1970 - San Salvador
1975 - Quiero
1977 - Amour Défendu
1983 - Ton Prénom Dans Mon Coeur
2007 - Tu Nombre
2008 - La Ballade Des Jeux Interdits



Though it's forbidden for my arms to hold you
And though it's forbidden, I tease myself towards you
That I hold you secretly each time we meet
In these forbidden games that I play

Though it's forbidden in dim quiet places
To capture the rainbows my aching heart chases
My bitter sweet esctasy, come to me
In these forbidden games that I play

Everyone knows you belong to another
Spinning your magic for him and no other
Still, I'll be content to be part of this fantasy
Part of this game that I play

Though it's forbidden and you love him now
I'll keep my love hidden and love you forever
Through countless eternity you will be mine
In these forbidden games that I play

The Winds Of Heaven
Composer(s): Fran Landesman - Bob Dorough
Performer(s): The 5th Dimension



If the winds of heaven would only blow the door shut
I could keep you here for a little while

If the winds of heaven would only blow the light out
In the friendly dark, you'd begin to smile

If the winds of heaven would only blow you my way
I would hold you close for a little while

If the winds of heaven would only blow the roof off
You and I would fly half a million miles to a happy star
On the winds of heaven

Common Man
Composer(s): Bobby Miller
First release by: David Ruffin - 1973



Ooh, hoo, hoo, oo, hoo, yeah
I have dreamed a dream of every common man
ahh, hoping to rise to the top
I have sworn by my blood, as your man, my love
That one day
i promised one day your heartache would stop
but I've never, never, never, never changed
I never changed one single grain of sand
ooh, thanks to ya baby (ha-ha)
for just lovin' a common man
I wanna thank you this evening, honey
ooh, I thought, I thought that I failed you so
but that's when you turned around
and looked me in my eyes
and you let me know
you said, and you said it softly
I didn't have to worry about being a common man, you said 
David, you don't have to worry about rising to the top
you said, you said, you said I didn't have to swear by my blood
that oh baby, that one day your heartache would stop
then you put your arms around me, and you said
you never, never, never, never cared
if I never changed one single grain of sand
you said, I love you, baby (whoah)
I love you, for just being a common man
all my gratitude, just keep on growing
yeah, for recognizing me
I thank ya baby, yeah
for respecting me, yeah
I wanna thank ya, baby
for everytime we meet, oh
I thank ya, baby, oh
for my gratitude
for respecting me, baby 
for just being a common man
oh, I wanna thank ya baby
for everytime we meet, I wanna thank ya, for respectin' me
everytime you love me
I wanna thank you for calming my trouble
oh, thank ya, baby
(woah) thank ya honey
for loving a common man
a common man like me

Romance In The Dark
Composer(s): Sam Coslow - Gertrude Neisen
Performer(s): Gladys Swarthout
and multiple other artists



Romance in the dark with you
All at once I knew
Darlin' love was near
I thrill to my finger tips
I could feel your lips
Darlin' oh so near
The music was so entrancing
The lights all began to fade
I said to myself keep dancing
But only my heart obeyed
A flame grew from just a spark
When I found romance in the dark with you
The music was so entrancing
The lights all began to fade
I said to myself keep dancing
But only my heart obeyed
A flame grew from just a spark
When I found romance in the dark with you

The Wind That Shakes The Corn
Performer(s): The Irish Rovers



I sat within the valley green I sat with my true love 
My sad heart had to choose between Old Ireland and my love 
I looked at her and then I thought how Ireland was torn 
While soft the wind blew down the glen and shook the golden corn 

t'was hard the woeful words to bring to break the ties that bound 
But harder still to bear the shame of English chains around 
And so I said, the mountain glen I'll seek in early morn 
And join the brave united men while soft winds shook the corn 

While sad I kissed away her tears my fond arms round her clung 
A British shot burst in our ears from out of the wild woods round 
One bullet pierced my true love's side a rose pierced by a thorn 
And in my arms in blood she died while soft winds shook the corn 

So blood for blood without remorse I've taken in the glen 
I placed my true love's clayful corpse I joined true Irish men 
But around her grave I wander drear sometimes in early morn 
And with breaking heart sometimes I hear the wind that shakes the corn

Committed To Parkview
Composer(s): Johnny Cash
First recording/First release by: Johnny Cash and The Tennessee Three - 1975/1976



There's a man across the hall who sits staring at the floor
He thinks he's Hank Williams hear him singing through the door
There's a girl in 203,who stops by to visit me
And she talks about her songs and the star that she should be
There are lots of special people staying in or passing through
And for one thing or another,committed to Parkview

There's a girl in 307,coming down on thorazine
And a superstar's ex-drummer trying to kick benzedrine
There's a boy just below me who's the son of some well-known
He was brought in by his mother 'cause his daddy's always gone
There's a bum from down on Broadway and a few quite well to dues
Who have withdrawn from the rat race and committed to Parkview

There's a girl who cries above me,loud enough to wake the dead
They don't know what she has taken that has scrambled up her head
There's a writer and a singer who has tried and tried and tried
They just brought him in this morning an attempted suicide
There are those that never made it,those that did but now are through
Some came of their own good chosing,some committed to Parkview

They wake us about 6:30,just before the morning meal
While they're taking blood pressure,they ask us how we feel
And I always say fantastic there ain't nothing wrong with me
And then they give me my injection and i go right back to sleep
The days are kind of foggy and the nights are dreamy too
But they're taking good care of me, committed to Parkview