Prelude: Thoroughly Modern Millie
Composer(s): Sammy Cahn - James Van Heusen
First release by: Julie Andrews - 1967



Millie:
There are those
I suppose
Think we're mad
Heaven knows
The world has gone
To rack and to ruin
What we think is chic, unique and quite adorable
They think is odd and sodom and gomorrah-able

But the fact is
Everything today is thoroughly modern
Check your personality
Everything today makes yesterday slow
Better face reality
It's not insanity
Says Vanity Fair
In fact, it's stylish
To raise your skirts and bob your hair

In a rumble seat, the world is so cozy
If the boy is kissable
And that tango dance they wouldn't allow
Now is quite permissible
Goodbye, good'-goody girl
I'm changing and how!
So beat the drums
Coz here comes thoroughly modern
Millie now!

Everything today is thoroughly modern
Bands are gettin' jazzier
Everything today is starting to go
Cars are gettin' snazzier
Men say it's criminal
What women'll do
What they're forgetting is
This is Nineteen Twenty-Two

Have you seen the way they kiss in the movies?
Isn't it delectable?
Painting lips and pencil lining your brow
Now is quite respectable
Goodbye good'-goody girl
I'm changing and how!
So beat the drums
Coz here comes thoroughly modern
Millie now!

Cruel To Be Kind
Composer(s): Nick Lowe; Ian Gomm
First release by: Stretch - 1978
Covered by multiple other artists



Oh, I can´t take another heartache 
Though you say oh my friend, I´m at my wit´s end 
You say your love is bonafide, but that don´t coincide 
With the things that you do and when I ask you to be nice 
You say you´ve got to be... 

Cruel to be kind in the right measure 
Cruel to be kind it´s a very good sign 
Cruel to be kind means that I love you 
Baby, got to be cruel, got to be cruel to be kind 

Well I do my best to understand dear 
But you still mystify and I want to know why 
I pick myself up off the ground to have you knock me back down 
Again and again and when I ask you to explain 
You say, you´ve got to be... 

Cruel to be kind in the right measure 
Cruel to be kind it´s a very good sign 
Cruel to be kind means that I love you 
Baby, got to be cruel, got to be cruel to be kind 

Ooh ooh ooh, ooh.. ooh... ooh... 

Cruel to be kind in the right measure 
Cruel to be kind it´s a very good sign 
Cruel to be kind means that I love you 
Baby, got to be cruel, got to be cruel to be kind 

Well I do my best to understand dear 
But you still mystify and I want to know why 
I pick myself up off the ground to have you knock me back down 
Again and again and when I ask you to explain 
You say, you´ve got to be...  

Cruel to be kind in the right measure 
Cruel to be kind it´s a very good sign 
Cruel to be kind means that I love you 
Baby, got to be cruel, got to be cruel to be kind ...

Noël 70
Composer(s): François Bernheim
Performer(s): Les Poppys



Pour tous les enfants de par le monde entier
Dont les pays sont en guerre plus souvent qu'en paix
Je déclare la trêve pour quelques instants
En qualité de Président des moins de vingt ans
Même si mon Etat n'a qu'un ambassadeur
Qui s'appelle l'Amour que j'ai dans le cœur
Et même si mon sceptre n'est qu'un petit hochet
Respectez-le car maintenant c'est
Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël
Joyeux Noël
Pour tous les Papas et toutes les Mamans
Pour tous les généraux et tous les présidents
Pour Jimmy Hendrix qui ne voulait pas voir
Pour les Blancs, les Rouges, les Jaunes ou bien les Noirs
Pour l'Ouest ou le Sud, ou l'Est ou bien le Nord
Pour tous les vivants qui distribuent la mort
Je demande une trêve pour que se passe en paix
Cette conférence au sommet
Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël
Joyeux Noël
Ecoutez-moi bien, je n'ai pas dans mes jouets
De radio-pirate, de journal de télé
Mais j'espère bien que j'aurai tout ça un jour
Pour ne vous parler que d'un sujet très court
En avant première la paix autour de moi
Au journal du soir la paix plus loin que ça
Pour en revenir à ce que je disais
La trêve car maintenant c'est: Noël...
Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël
Joyeux Noël

Thorn Tree In The Garden
Composer(s): Bobby Whitlock
Performer(s): Derek & The Dominos



There's a thorn tree in the garden, if you know just what I mean
And I hate to hurt your feelings but it's not the way it seems
'Cause I miss her

She's the only girl I've cared for, the only one I've known
And no one ever shared more love than we've known
And I miss her

But it all seems so strange to see
That she'd ever turn her back on me
And leave without a last goodbye
And if she winds up walking the streets
Loving every other man she meets
Who'll be the one to answer why?
Lord, I hope it's not me, it's not me

And if I never see her face again, I never hold her hand
And if she's in somebody's arms, I know I'll understand
But I miss that girl. I still miss that girl

Maybe someday soon, somewhere

Crucigrama
Composer(s): Luis Arcaráz
Performer(s): Javier Solís



Fuiste un crucigrama para mí
yo no comprendí tu amor
Cuerpo vertical, risa horizontal
boca que da un beso y que se va

Se cruzaron mi alma y tu mirar
como barcos en el mar
Sé que no podré nunca resolver
crucigramas del querer

Se cruzaron mi alma y tu mirar
como barcos en el mar
Sé que no podré nunca resolver
crucigramas del querer

Jazzy Retro Satanas
Composer(s): Bernard Ilous; Gabriel Yared
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy



une crooneuse à la voix d'garage
une poupée allumée au swing
une jazzwoman entre deux âges
qui rêve de r'montrer sur le ring
un premier prix de vibrato
ex-première page des magazines
qui s'déguise en reine du disco
pouvu qu'le jazz me laisse tranquille
jazzy retro satanas
banana split Joséphine
jazzy retro satanas
ça sent l'brûlé ta cuisine
jazzy retro satanas
banana split Joséphine
jazzy retro satanas
y a plus personne dans c'dancing
be bop a fermé sa boutique
usine à swing désaffectée
bye bye piano-bars nostalgiques
tant pis pour les fanas d'Broadway
j'entends des voix hello sisters
vous m'semblez bien désappointées
trop tard pour secouer vos shakers
je veux qu'le jazz me laisse tomber
jazzy retro satanas
banana split Joséphine
jazzy retro satanas
n'viens pas ruiner mon feeling
jazzy retro satanas
banana split Joséphine
jazzy retro satanas
j'peux plus stopper la machine

Thomas The Rhymer
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Steeleye Span; Maddy Prior



True Thomas sat on Huntley bank
And he beheld a lady gay
A lady that was brisk and bold
Come riding o'er the ferny brae

Her skirt was of the grass green silk
Her mantle of the velvet fine
At every lock of her horse's mane
Hung fifty silver bells and nine

True Thomas, he pulled off his cap
And bowed him low down to his knee
`All hail, thou mighty Queen of Heaven
Your like on earth I ne'er did see'

`No, no Thomas she said
That name does not belong to me
I am the queen of fair Elfland
And I have come to visit thee'

`You must go with me Thomas she said
True Thomas you must go with me
And must serve me seven years
Through well or woe, as chance may be'

Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer
Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer
Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer
Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer 

She turned about her milk white steed
And took Thomas up behind
And aye whenever her bridle rang
Her steed flew swifter than the wind

For forty days and forty nights
They rode through red blood to the knee
And they saw neither sun nor moon
But heard the roaring of the sea

And they rode on and further on
Further and swifter than the wind
Until they came to a desert wide
And living land was left behind

`Don't you see yon narrow, narrow road
So thick beset with thorns and briars?
That is the road to righteousness
Though after it but few enquire'

`Don't you see yon broad, broad road
That lies across the lily leaven?
That is the road to wickedness
Though some call it the road to heaven'

`Don't you see yon bonnie, bonnie road
That lies across the ferny brae?
That is the road to fair Elfland
Where you and I this night must go'

Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer
Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer
Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer
Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer 

Crucifixión
Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute



Cuando sufres las cárceles del silencio
cuando duermes los sueños de la ignorancia
eres un crucificado

Cuando en tu sacrificio cobras desprecio
cuando mueres poco a poco cada día
eres un crucificado

Despiértate, despierta
de tu crucifixión

Cuando callas tus razones por el miedo
cuando a tus hijos ves crecer en el hambre
eres un crucificado

Cuando en vano clamas en este desierto
cuando siendo un hombre tan sólo eres sombra
eres un crucificado

Despiértate, despierta
de tu crucifixión

Jazzman
Composer(s): Carole King; Dave Palmer
Performer(s): Carole King;
and various other artists



Left me, won't you lift me above the old routine
Make it nice, play it clean jazzman

When the jazzman's testifyin'
a faithless man believes
He can sing you into paradise
or bring you to your knees
It's a gospel kind of feelin', a touch of Georgia slide
A song of pure revival and a style that's sanctified

Jazzman take my blues away
Make my pain the same as yours
with every change you play
Jazzman, oh jazzman

When the jazzman's signifyin', and the band is windin' low
It's the late night side of morning in the darkness of his soul
He can fill a room with sadness as he fills his horn with tears
He can cry like a fallen angel when risin' time is near

Jazzman take my blues away
Make my pain the same as yours with every change you play
Oh lift me, won't you lift me with ev'ry turn around
Play it sweetly, take me down, oh jazzman

Thomas O'Malley Cat
Composer(s): Terry Gilkyson
Performer(s): Phil Harris



I like a cheech-a-cheech-chee-roni 
Like they make at home 
Or a healthy fish with the big backbone 
I'm Abraham deLacy 
Giuseppe Casey 
Thomas O'Malley
O'Malley, the alley cat! 

I've got that wanderlust 
Gotta walk the scene 
Gotta kick up highway dust
Feel the grass that's green 
Gotta strut them city streets
Showin' off my eclat, yeah 
Tellin' my friends of the social elite 
Or some cute cat I happen to meet 
I'm Abraham deLacy
Giuseppe Casey 
Thomas O'Malley
O'Malley, the alley cat! 

I'm king of the highway
Prince of the boulevard 
Duke of avant garde
The world is my backyard
So if you're goin' my way 
That's the road you wanna seek
Calcutta to Rome or 
Home-sweet-home in Paris
Magnifique, you all 

I only got myself 
And this big old world
When I sip that cup of life
With my fingers curled 
I don't worry what road to take
I don't have to think of that 
Whatever I take is the road I make
It's the road of life make no mistake, for me 
Yeah, Abraham deLacy 
Giuseppe Casey 
Thomas O'Malley
O'Malley, the alley cat! 

That's right 
And I'm very proud of that 
Yeah! 

Crown Of Thorns
Performer(s): Lydia Lunch



Die a thousand times
A crown of thorns
Thrown off the shelf
My eyes are burnt
My cries in heat
I die for you
You try to hide
I'm hiding
Die a thousand times
For every lie you hide inside

Jazzin' The Blues Away
Composer(s): Dick Heinrich; Jeff Branen
Performer(s): Rosy McHargue



Mister let me tell you this is no place to be 
I just got to beat it you can take it from me 
Slip on your tuxedo and grab your hat
No use hanging 'round this flat 
Let's all go

Wait until you hear that moanin' groanin' trombone 
Played by Alexander he can't let it alone 
Crashing of them cymbals fills you with "pep" 
Ev'rybody watch your step 
Let's all go

Down to the hall down to that Ebony ball 
That one place I always lose those doggone Indigo blues 
because I'm sure to meet my Honey 
the gal that gets my money 
Mister Jazz and his band 
They sure do make you feel grand 
My goodness how they can play while with your baby you sway 
They are Jazzin' the Blues away

Les Moustaches De Thomas
Performer(s): Fernandel



D'son grand-père et d'son père, Thomas avait hérité
Les moustaches héréditaires qu'il avait déjà bébé
A l'âge de jouer aux billes, ça lui servait pas beaucoup
Mais à l'âge de plaire aux filles, c'était un fameux atout!

Thomas, Thomas, Oh! Thomas! Quel ravage ça fera
Thomas, Thomas, quelle splendeur! Tes belles moustaches de sapeur!

En passant sous les arcades, chaque soir après minuit
C'est la même sérénade que l'on entend dans la nuit
C'est la même sérénade, mais jamais au même endroit
A vraiment, elles se baladent, les moustaches de Thomas

Thomas, Thomas, Oh! Thomas! Quel ravage ça fera
Thomas, Thomas, quelle splendeur! Tes belles moustaches de sapeur!

Quand on embrasse une fille, comme c'est toujours dans le cou
Faut voir comme elle se tortille, ça lui fait des "goulou-goulou"
Et si elle appelle sa mère, ce n'est pas pour qu'elle rapplique
Ce serait plutôt l'contraire, pas besoin que j'vous explique

Mama, Mama, Aïe! Mama! Ça me chatouille, j'aime ça
Thomas, Thomas, quelle splendeur! Tes belles moustaches de sapeur!

Pour son service militaire, hélas Thomas s'en alla
Et plus d'une fille regretèrent, ses moustaches, écétéra
Quand il revient au village, après avoir fait son temps
Dans la rue, sur son passage, chantait le coeur des enfants

Papa, Papa, Aïe! Papa! Criait les gosses à Thomas
Ils avaient tous, comme Thomas
Ils avaient tous, quelle splendeur! Des belles moustaches de sapeur!

Crown Of Creation
Composer(s): Paul Kantner
Performer(s): Jefferson Airplane; Jefferson Starship



You are the Crown of Creation
You are the Crown of Creation
and you've got no place to go

Soon you'll attain the stability you strive for
in the only way that it's granted
in a place among the fossils of our time

In loyalty to their kind
they cannot tolerate our minds
In loyalty to our kind
we cannot tolerate their obstruction

Life is Change
How it differs from the rocks
I've seen their ways too often for my liking
New worlds to gain
My life is to survive
and be alive
for you

Jazz Police
Composer(s): Jeff Fisher; Leonard Cohen
Performer(s): Leonard Cohen



Can you tell me why the bells are ringing?
Nothing's happened in a million years
I've been sitting here since Wednesday morning
Wednesday morning can't believe my ears 

Jazz police are looking through my folders
Jazz police are talking to my niece
Jazz police have got their final orders
Jazzer, drop your axe, it's Jazz police! 

Jesus taken serious by the many
Jesus taken joyous by a few
Jazz police are paid by J. Paul Getty
Jazzers paid by J. Paul Getty II 

Jazz police I hear you calling
Jazz police I feel so blue
Jazz police I think I'm falling
I'm falling for you 

Wild as any freedom loving racist
I applaud the actions of the chief
Tell me now oh beautiful and spacious
Am I in trouble with the Jazz police? 

Jazz police are looking through my folders ... 

They will never understand our culture
They'll never understand the Jazz police
Jazz police are working for my mother
Blood is thicker margarine than grease 

Let me be somebody I admire
Let me be that muscle down the street
Stick another turtle on the fire
Guys like me are mad for turtle meat 

Jazz police I hear you calling
Jazz police I feel so blue
Jazz police I think I'm falling
I'm falling for you

This Year's Kisses
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
First performance by: Alice Faye - 1937
Covered by multiple other artists



I didn't cry when romance was through
I looked around for somebody new
Since my romance, I've kissed one or two
But I'm afraid their kisses won't do

This year's crop of kisses
Don't seem as sweet to me

This year's crop just misses
What kisses used to be

This year's new romance
Doesn't seem to have a chance
Even helped by Mister Moon above

This year's crop of kisses
Is not for me
For I'm still wearing last year's love

Crow
Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg
Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg; Sound Effects



Somewhere on a lonely muddy country road 
I heard your song, crow, for the first time 
Somewhere in the distance wicked, black and low 
Made me feel as I was running from a crime 
Made me feel as I was running from a crime 

Some say she died of drowning in the river deep 
Some say she died of a sudden start 
Some say they found her swinging from my old man's tree 
And some folks say she died of a broken heart
And some folks say she died of a broken heart 

I can't believe they would pay men just to hunt me down 
But silver coins to each one do they give 
And by now there's a gallows standing in the town 
And I wonder how much more I have to live 
And I wonder how much more I have to live

Somewhere on a lonely muddy country road 
I heard your song, crow, for the last time. 
Somewhere in the distance wicked, black and low 
Made me feel as I was running from a crime 
Made me feel as I was running... 
from a crime

Jazz Baby
Composer(s): Blanche Merrill; M.K. Jerome
Performer(s): Marion Harris;
and various other artists



My daddy was a rag-time trombone player
My mammy was a rag-time cabaret-er
They met one day at a tango tea
There was a syncopated wedding
And then came me
Folks think the way I walk is a fad
But it's just a birthday present from my mammy and dad
'Cause I'm a Jazz Baby
I wanna be jazzin' all the time
There's something in the tone of a saxophone
That makes me do a little wiggle all my own
'Cause I'm a Jazz Baby
Full of jazzbo harmony
Ya' know, that Walk the Dog and Ball the Jack
That caused all the talk
Well, that's just a copy of the way I nat'chally walk
'Cause I'm a Jazz Baby
Little jazz baby that's me

Rocked to sleep while my cradle went to and fro
To and fro to the tune of the Tickle-toe
Ever since I started in to growing
I loved to hear the music playin'
See my dear old mammy swayin'
Jazz, jazz; that's all I ever knew
All day long 
Whoo! I never would get through
Jazz, jazz
That's all I wanna do
Play me a little jazz
'Cause I'm a Jazz Baby!
Little Jazz Baby that's all

This Year's Girl
Composer(s): Elvis Costello
Performer(s): Elvis Costello



See her picture in a thousand places
'cause she's this year's girl
You think you all own little pieces
of this year's girl
Forget your fancy manners
forget your English grammar
'cause you don't really give a damn
about this year's girl

Still you're hoping that she's well spoken
'cause she's this year's girl
You want her broken with her mouth wide open
'cause she's this year's girl
Never knowing it's a real attraction
all these promises of satisfaction
while she's being bored to distraction
being this year's girl

Time's running out. She's not happy with the cost
There'd be no doubt, only she's forgotten
much more than she's lost

A bright spark might corner the market
in this year's girl
You see yourself rolling on the carpet
with this year's girl
Those disco synthesizers
those daily tranquilizers
those body building prizes
those bedroom alibis
all this, but no surprises for this year's girl
All this, but no surprises for this year's girl
All this, but no surprises for this year's girl

Crossword Puzzle
Composer(s): Lynsey De Paul; Barry Blue
First release by: Dana - 1972



Isn't life a little bit like a crossword puzzle?
Giving you lots of trouble
I'm scratching my head to find the clues
In the black and white that make up yesterday's news
And my crossword puzzle is keeping me in a muddle
And just as I think I've got it working out
I've not

Waa....

We've had our crossword or two
Me and you
I guess I chose the wrong letters 
when I said I'd stay with you 
for better or for worse

Isn't life a little bit like a crossword puzzle?
Words have a double meaning
Some you can win and some you lose
That's the name of the game 
But still I'm confused
By my crossword puzzle
It's keeping me in a muddle
And just as I think I've got it working out
I've not

Waa....