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 Some One to Watch Over Me
There's a saying old says that love is blind
Still we're often told "seek and ye shall find"
So I'm going to seek a certain girl I've had in mind
Looking everywhere, haven't found her yet
She's the big affair I cannot forget
Only girl I ever think of with regret

I'd like to add her initial to my monogram
Tell me where's the shepherd for this lost lamb

There's a somebody I'm longing to see
I hope that she turns out to be
Someone who'll watch over me

I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood
I know I could always be good
To one who'll watch over me

Although she may not the girl some men think of
As handsome to my heart
She carries the key

Won't you tell her please to put on some speed
Follow my lead, oh how I need
Someone to watch over me
Someone to watch over me


 As Time Goes By
This day and age we're living in
Gives cause for apprehension
With speed and new invention
And things like fourth dimension
Yet we get a trifle weary
With Mr. Einstein's theory
So we must get down to earth at times
Relax relieve the tension
And no matter what the progress
Or what may yet be proved
The simple facts of life are such
They cannot be removed
You must remember this
A kiss is still a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by
And when two lovers woo
They still say, "I love you"
On that you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by
Moonlight and love songs
Never out of date
Hearts full of passion
Jealousy and hate
Woman needs man
And man must have his mate
That no one can deny
Well, it's still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by
Oh yes, the world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by



 I LEFT MY HEART IN SAN FRANCISCO
The loveliness of Paris seems so far away
The glory that was Rome is of another day
 I've been terribly alone
 And forgotten in Manhatten
 But I'm going home to my city by the bay
I left my heart in San Francisco
High on a hill it calls to me
To be where little cable cars
Climb half way to the stars
The morning fog may chill the air
 I don't care
My love waits there in San Francisco
Above the blue and windy sea
When I come home to you San Francisco
 Your golden sun will shine for me


 MacNamara's Band
Oh, me name is MacNamara, I'm the leader of the band
Although we're few in numbers, we're the finest in the land
We play at wakes and weddings and at every fancy ball
And when we play the funerals, we play the March from Saul

Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they blaze away
McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play
And Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is somethin' grand
A credit to old Ireland is MacNamara's band

Right now we are rehearsin' for a very swell affair
The annual celebration, all the gentry will be there
When General Grant to Ireland came he took me by the hand
Says he, "I never saw the likes of MacNamara's Band"

Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they blaze away
McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play
And Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is somethin' grand
A credit to old Ireland is MacNamara's band

Oh, my name is Uncle Julius and from Sweden I did come
To play with MacNamara's Band and beat the big bass drum
And when I march along the street the ladies think I'm grand
They shout, "There's Uncle Julius playin' with an Irish band!"

Oh, I wear a bunch of shamrocks and a uniform of green
And I'm the funniest lookin' Swede that you have ever seen
There is O'Brians, O'Ryans, O'Sheehans and Meehans, they come from Ireland
But, by yimminy, I'm the only Swede in MacNamara's Band

Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they blaze away
McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play
And Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is somethin' grand
A credit to old Ireland is MacNamara's band


 Xanadu

"To seek the sacred river Alph
To walk the caves of ice
To break my fast on honeydew
And drink the milk of Paradise"

I had heard the whispered tales of immortality
The deepest mystery
From an ancient book I took a clue
I scaled the frozen mountain tops of eastern lands unknown
Time and Man alone
Searching for the lost Xanadu

Xanadu

To stand within the Pleasure Dome
Decreed by Kubla Khan
To taste anew the fruits of life
The last immortal man
To find the sacred river Alph
To walk the caves of ice
Oh, I will dine on honeydew
And drink the milk of Paradise

A thousand years have come and gone but time has passed me by
Stars stopped in the sky
Frozen in an everlasting view
Waiting for the world to end, weary of the night
Praying for the light
Prison of the lost
Xanadu

Xanadu

Held within the Pleasure Dome
Decreed by Kubla Khan
To taste my bitter triumph
As a mad immortal man
Nevermore shall I return
Escape these caves of ice
For I have dined on honeydew
And drunk the milk of Paradise


 When Irish Eyes Are Smilin'

There's a tear in your eye,
And I'm wondering why,
For it never should be there at all.
With such pow'r in your smile,
Sure a stone you'd beguile,
So there's never a teardrop should fall.
When your sweet lilting laughter's
Like some fairy song,
And your eyes twinkle bright as can be;
You should laugh all the while
And all other times smile,
And now, smile a smile for me.

When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they steal your heart away.

For your smile is a part
Of the love in your heart,
And it makes even sunshine more bright.
Like the linnet's sweet song,
Crooning all the day long,
Comes your laughter and light.
For the springtime of life
Is the sweetest of all
There is ne'er a real care or regret;
And while springtime is ours
Throughout all of youth's hours,
Let us smile each chance we get.

When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they steal your heart away.

 "Windmills of Your Mind"
(Spoken: I'm very relaxed. I'm terribly calm and tranquil.
I'm very very relaxed indeed -- on the outside,
but on the inside...)
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
never ending nor beginning, on an ever-spinning reel
like a snowball down a mountain or a carnival balloon,
Or like a carousel that's turning, running rings around the moon
'Cause like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face,
See that the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
Just like the circles that you find, they're in the windmills of your mind.

Just like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own,
Way down a hollow to a cavern where the sun is never shown.
Just like a door that keeps revolving in a half-forgotten dream,
Or like the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream.
'Cause like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face,
See that the world is like an apple whirling silently in space.
Just like the circles that you find, they're in the windmills of your mind.

There's a jingle in your pocket, there's a jingle in your head,
Why did summer go so quickly, was it something that you said?
See lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints in the sand,
Or is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
See people streaming in the hallway, see the fragment of a song,
Half-remembered names and faces but to whom do they belong?
'Cause when you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware
Then that the Autumn leaves were turning to the colour of her hair.
Just like a circle in a spiral like a wheel within a wheel,
Never ending nor beginning on an ever-spinning reel,
It's just these images of mind, just like the circles that you find,
They're in the windmills of your mind.


 Birdland

Five thousand light years from Birdland
But I'm still preachin' the rhythm
Long gone up-tight years from Birdland
And I'm still teachin' it with 'em

Years from the land of the bird,
And I'm still feeling the spirit
Five thousand light years from Birdland
But I know people can hear it

bird named it, bird made it, bird heard it, then played it
Well-stated! Birdland, it happened down in Birdland

In the middle of that hub
I remember one jazz club
Where we went to pat feet
Down on fifty-second street

Everybody heard that word
That they named it after Bird

Where the rhythm swooped and swirled
The jazz corner of the world

And the cats they gigged in there
Were beyond compare

Birdland - I'm singing Birdland

Birdland

Birdland - Ol' swingin' Birdland

Hey, man, the music really turns you on!
Y' turn me on,
Really y' turn me aroun'
'N turn me on

Down them stairs, lose them cares ­ where?
Down in Birdland
Total swing, bop was king ­ there
Down in Birdland
Bird would cook, Max would look ­ where?
Down in Birdland
Miles came through, 'Trane came too ­ there
Down in Birdland
Baise blew, Blakey too ­ where?
Down in Birdland
Cannonball played that hall ­ there
Down in Birdland
Yeah ----

There may never be nothin' such as that
No More - No More
Down in Birdland, that's where it was at
I know ­ I know
Back in them days bop was ridin' high
Hello! 'n goodbye!

How well those cats remember
Their first Birdland gig
To play in Birdland is an honor we still dig
Yeah --- that club was like -
In another world, sure enough -
Yeah, baby
All o' the cats had the cookin' on
People just sat an' they was steady loookin on
Then Bird - he came 'n spread the word -
Birdland

Yes, indeed he did
Yes, indeed he did
Yes, indeed he did

Yes he did, Parker played at Birdland

Yes, he really did
Yes, indeed he really did
Yes, he really did

Told the truth way down in Birdland
Yes, indeed, he did, Charlie Parker played in Birdland

Yes indeed, he really did
Charlie Parker played in Birdland

bird named it, bird made it, bird heard it, then played it
Well-stated! Birdland, it happened down in Birdland

Everybody dug that beat
Everybody stomped their feet
Everybody digs be-bop
An' they'll never stop

Down them stairs, lose them cares ­ where?
Down in Birdland
Total swing, bop was king ­ there
Down in Birdland
Bird would cook, Max would look ­ where?
Down in Birdland
Miles came through, 'Trane came too ­ there
Down in Birdland
Baise blew, Blakey too ­ where?
Down in Birdland
Cannonball played that hall ­ there
Down in Birdland

Down them stairs, lose them cares ­ where?
Down in Birdland
Total swing, bop was king ­ there
Down in Birdland
Bird would cook, Max would look ­ where?
Down in Birdland
Miles came through, 'Trane came too ­ there
Down in Birdland
Baise blew, Blakey too ­ where?
Down in Birdland
Cannonball played that hall ­ there
Down in Birdland

Come in pairs down them stairs, lose y' cares
Them that dares - gits it!

Pay the gate, don't be late
It's a date! Whattay' know
If y' dig, then you'll dig it's a groove
Quite a groove, 'cause y' t' move
Come in twos, pay your dues,

What can you lose?

Just your blues!

So lose them!

The band swingin' one and all and what a ball
Yeah!

Music is good, music is better than good, pretty good
Very nice -
Really very good, things are bein' like they should
very good - very good - very good

All y' gotta do it lend an ear
An' listen to it
Then y' dig a little sooner than soon
You'll be diggin' everything - diggin all the music

What a ball!

How y' gonna figure out
A way to bring it all about amid a
Lot of other music on the set and on the scene
Know what I mean?
How y' gonna separate the music from the scene
'Gonna have t' keep the memory clean
Y' gonna hear a lotta sound - a lotta soun'


 Fly Me to the Moon

Fly me to the moon
And let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
In other words hold my hand
In other words darling kiss me
Fill my life with song
And let me sing forevermore
You are all I hope for
All I worship and adore
In other words please be true
In other words I love you

 Who's Sorry Now
Who’s sorry now, who’s sorry now
Whose heart is achin’ for breakin’ each vow
Who’s sad and blue, who’s cryin’ too
Just like I cried over you.

Right to the end, just like a friend
I tried to warn you somehow
You had your way, now you must pay
I’m glad that you’re sorry now.

Right to the end just like a friend
I tried to warn you somehow
You had your way, now you must pay
I’m glad that you’re sorry now.

 (I CAN'T GET NO) SATISFACTION

I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no satisfaction
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can't get no, I can't get no
When I'm drivin' in my car
And that man comes on the radio
He's tellin' me more and more
About some useless information
Supposed to fire my imagination
I can't get no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that's what I say
I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no satisfaction
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can't get no, I can't get no
When I'm watchin' my TV
And that man comes on to tell me
How white my shirts can be
But he can't be a man 'cause he doesn't smoke
The same cigarrettes as me
I can't get no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that's what I say
I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no girl reaction
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can't get no, I can't get no
When I'm ridin' round the world
And I'm doin' this and I'm signing that
And I'm tryin' to make some girl
Who tells me baby better come back later next week
'Cause you see I'm on losing streak
I can't get no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that's what I say
I can't get no, I can't get no
I can't get no satisfaction
No satisfaction, no satisfaction, no satisfaction


 GUANTANAMERA
Yo soy un hombre sincero
 De donde crecen las palmas
Yo soy un hombre sincero
 De donde crecen las palmas
Y antes de morirme quiero
Echar mis versos del alma
Chorus:
Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera
Mi verso es de un verde claro
 Y de un carmin encendido
Mi verso es de un verde claro
 Y de un carmin encendido
Mi verso es un ciervo herido
Que busca en el monte amparo
Chorus
I am a truthful man from this land of palm trees
 Before dying I want to share these poems of my soul
My verses are light green
But they are also flaming red (the next verse says,)
 I cultivate a rose in June and in January
 For the sincere friend who gives me his hand
And for the cruel one who would tear out this heart with which I live
 I do not cultivate thistles nor nettles
I cultivate a white rose
Cultivo la rosa blanca
En junio como en enero
Qultivo la rosa blanca
En junio como en enero
Para el amigo sincero
Que me da su mano franca
Chorus
Y para el cruel que me arranca
El corazon con que vivo
 Y para el cruel que me arranca
El corazon con que vivo
Cardo ni ortiga cultivo
Cultivo la rosa blanca
Chorus
Con los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
Con los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
El arroyo de la sierra
Me complace mas que el mar
Chorus