A House In The Country
The Kinks
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Writers
Ray Davies
Themes
Country/Nature
Places
Time
Genres
Rock
Pop
Year
1966
Lyrics
He don't need no sedatives to ease his troubled mind.
At work he is invariably unpleasant and unkind.
Why should he care if he is hated in his home,
'Cause he's gotta house in the country,
And a big sports car.
He's gotta house in the country,
And a big sports car.
But he ain't gotta home, oh no,
And he's as wicked as he can be,
'Cause he's gotta house in the country
Where he likes to spend his weekend days.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, well all right
Well, he got his job when drunken Daddy tumbled down the stairs.
From that very day this boy is more than having his share.
One of these days I'm gonna knock him off of his throne,
'Cause he's gotta house in the country,
And a big sports car.
He's gotta house in the country,
And a big sports car.
And he's oh so smug, oh yeah.
He's got everything he needs,
'Cause he's gotta house in the country
Where he likes to spend his weekend days.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, well all right
And he's oh so smug, oh yeah.
He's got everything he needs,
'Cause he's gotta house in the country,
And a big sports car.
He's gotta house in the country,
And a big sports car.
But he's socially dead, oh yeah,
And it don't matter much to him,
'Cause he's gotta house in the country
Where he likes to spend his weekend days.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, well all right
House in the country
House in the country
House in the country
House in the country
At work he is invariably unpleasant and unkind.
Why should he care if he is hated in his home,
'Cause he's gotta house in the country,
And a big sports car.
He's gotta house in the country,
And a big sports car.
But he ain't gotta home, oh no,
And he's as wicked as he can be,
'Cause he's gotta house in the country
Where he likes to spend his weekend days.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, well all right
Well, he got his job when drunken Daddy tumbled down the stairs.
From that very day this boy is more than having his share.
One of these days I'm gonna knock him off of his throne,
'Cause he's gotta house in the country,
And a big sports car.
He's gotta house in the country,
And a big sports car.
And he's oh so smug, oh yeah.
He's got everything he needs,
'Cause he's gotta house in the country
Where he likes to spend his weekend days.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, well all right
And he's oh so smug, oh yeah.
He's got everything he needs,
'Cause he's gotta house in the country,
And a big sports car.
He's gotta house in the country,
And a big sports car.
But he's socially dead, oh yeah,
And it don't matter much to him,
'Cause he's gotta house in the country
Where he likes to spend his weekend days.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, well all right
House in the country
House in the country
House in the country
House in the country
A Little Bit Of Heaven
Ruby Murray
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Writers
Ernest R Ball
J Keirn Brennan
Themes
Inspirational
Country/Nature
Places
Colours
Genres
Showtunes
Easy Listening
Year
1958
Lyrics
Sure, a little bit o' Heaven fell from out of the sky one day
And it nestled on the ocean in a spot so far away
And when the angels found it, sure it looked so sweet and fair
They said suppose we leave it, for it looks so peaceful there!
So they sprinkled it with star dust, just to make the shamrocks grow
'Tis the only place you'll find it
No matter where you go
Then they dotted it with silver
Just to make its lakes so grand
And when they had it finished
Sure they called it Ireland!
And it nestled on the ocean in a spot so far away
And when the angels found it, sure it looked so sweet and fair
They said suppose we leave it, for it looks so peaceful there!
So they sprinkled it with star dust, just to make the shamrocks grow
'Tis the only place you'll find it
No matter where you go
Then they dotted it with silver
Just to make its lakes so grand
And when they had it finished
Sure they called it Ireland!
A Possibility
Basemant Jaxx
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Writers
Ann Farina
Felix Buxton
John Farina
Santo Farina
Simon Ratcliffe
Themes
Country/Nature
Genres
Dance
Pop
Year
2009
Lyrics
I'm lost for words this time
I'll spend my life looking vainly
So hard to find my place in this world, this world
If I could see a possibility
If I could see you here with me
I can't, can't wait
Got lost in the forest of doom
So blind, oh so blind
Even though there you are
If I could see a possibility
If I could see you here with me
If I could see, it would be so
If I could see, it would be so
So complete, you and me
If I could see you here with me
I'll spend my life looking vainly
So hard to find my place in this world, this world
If I could see a possibility
If I could see you here with me
I can't, can't wait
Got lost in the forest of doom
So blind, oh so blind
Even though there you are
If I could see a possibility
If I could see you here with me
If I could see, it would be so
If I could see, it would be so
So complete, you and me
If I could see you here with me
A Woman Like You
Pentangle
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Writers
Bert Jansch
Themes
Baby/Children
Love
Country/Nature
Genres
Rock
Year
1968
Lyrics
I don't believe I have seen
A woman like you anywhere
And I must admit that I can't1 see
My making you into a dream
But if I had a magic wand to wave
I'd send a dove to catch your love
And I'd send a blackbird to steal your heart
And a broken heart won't cure my endless search, little girl
I'm going to fix a magic spell to weave on you, little girl
L for the long grass to catch you in
O for the orange to sweeten sin
V for this very moment
E for thee2
. . .
I'd rather wait and die
A thousand times, little girl
Than take a woman into
The heart of my soul
And if I catch you sleeping all unawares3
I'll carry you off to my secret lair
There I'll bind your heart to my very soul
I don't believe I have seen
A woman like you anywhere
And I must admit I can't see
My making you into a dream
And if I had a magic wand to wave
I'd send a dove to catch your love
And I'd send a blackbird to steal your heart
A woman like you anywhere
And I must admit that I can't1 see
My making you into a dream
But if I had a magic wand to wave
I'd send a dove to catch your love
And I'd send a blackbird to steal your heart
And a broken heart won't cure my endless search, little girl
I'm going to fix a magic spell to weave on you, little girl
L for the long grass to catch you in
O for the orange to sweeten sin
V for this very moment
E for thee2
. . .
I'd rather wait and die
A thousand times, little girl
Than take a woman into
The heart of my soul
And if I catch you sleeping all unawares3
I'll carry you off to my secret lair
There I'll bind your heart to my very soul
I don't believe I have seen
A woman like you anywhere
And I must admit I can't see
My making you into a dream
And if I had a magic wand to wave
I'd send a dove to catch your love
And I'd send a blackbird to steal your heart
Across The Universe
Terry Oldfield
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Writers
Terry Oldfield
Themes
Dreams
Country/Nature
Genres
Easy Listening
Year
2000
Lyrics
Someone to hold you too close
Someone to hurt you too deep
Someone to sit in your chair
And ruin your sleep
And make you aware of being alive
Someone to need you too much
Someone to know you too well
Someone to pull you up short
And put you through hell
And give you support for
being alive-being alive
Make me alive, make me confused
Mock me with praise, let me be used
Vary my days, but alone is alone, not alive!
Somebody hold me too close
Somebody force me to care
Somebody make me come through
I'll always be there
As frightened as you of being alive,
Being alive, being alive!
Someone you have to let in
Someone whose feelings you spare
Someone who, like it or not
Will want you to share a
little, a lot of being alive
Make me alive, make me confused
Mock me with praise, let me be used
Vary my days, but alone is alone, not alive!
Somebody crowd me with love
Somebody force me to care
Somebody make me come through
I'll always be there
As frightened as you to help us survive,
Being alive, being alive,
being alive, being alive
Someone to hurt you too deep
Someone to sit in your chair
And ruin your sleep
And make you aware of being alive
Someone to need you too much
Someone to know you too well
Someone to pull you up short
And put you through hell
And give you support for
being alive-being alive
Make me alive, make me confused
Mock me with praise, let me be used
Vary my days, but alone is alone, not alive!
Somebody hold me too close
Somebody force me to care
Somebody make me come through
I'll always be there
As frightened as you of being alive,
Being alive, being alive!
Someone you have to let in
Someone whose feelings you spare
Someone who, like it or not
Will want you to share a
little, a lot of being alive
Make me alive, make me confused
Mock me with praise, let me be used
Vary my days, but alone is alone, not alive!
Somebody crowd me with love
Somebody force me to care
Somebody make me come through
I'll always be there
As frightened as you to help us survive,
Being alive, being alive,
being alive, being alive
Afterimage
Rush
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Writers
Alex Lifeson
Geddy Lee
Neil Peart
Themes
Memories/Nostalgia
Love
Country/Nature
Genres
Rock
Year
1984
Lyrics
De antwoorden zijn altijd al aanwezig.
I cannot be ungrateful for what i
Have received from america,
But I'm not the judge.
The judge of justice say, 'led-em-go.'
I cannot be ungrateful for what i
Have received from america,
But I'm not the judge.
The judge of justice say, 'led-em-go.'
Alien Shore
Rush
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Writers
Alex Lifeson
Geddy Lee
Neil Peart
Themes
Body
Country/Nature
Genres
Rock
Year
1993
Lyrics
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
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
All Over Again
Johnny Cash
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Writers
Johnny Cash
Themes
Body
Love
Country/Nature
Genres
Rock 'n' Roll
Rock
Year
1958
Lyrics
Every time I look at you I fall in love, all over again
Every time I think of you it all begins, all over again
One little dream at night and I can dream all day
It only takes a memory to thrill me
One little kiss from you and I just fly away
Pour me out your love until you fill me
I wanna fall in love beginning from the start, all over again
Show me how you stole away my heart, all over again
One little dream at night and I can dream all day
It only takes a memory to thrill me
One little kiss from you and I just fly away
Pour me out your love until you fill me
I wanna fall in love beginning from the start, all over again
Show me how you stole away my heart, all over again
All over again, All over again, All over again, All over again
All Over Again
Every time I think of you it all begins, all over again
One little dream at night and I can dream all day
It only takes a memory to thrill me
One little kiss from you and I just fly away
Pour me out your love until you fill me
I wanna fall in love beginning from the start, all over again
Show me how you stole away my heart, all over again
One little dream at night and I can dream all day
It only takes a memory to thrill me
One little kiss from you and I just fly away
Pour me out your love until you fill me
I wanna fall in love beginning from the start, all over again
Show me how you stole away my heart, all over again
All over again, All over again, All over again, All over again
All Over Again
All Revved Up With No Place To Go
Meat Loaf
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Writers
Jim Steinman
Themes
Baby/Children
Country/Nature
Time
Animals
Dreams
Genres
Rock
Year
1977
Lyrics
I was nothing but a lonely boy
Looking for something new.
And you were nothing but a lonely girl
But you were something
Something like a dream come true
I was a varsity tackle and a hell of a block
When I played my guitar
I made the canyons rock but
Every saturday night
I felt the fever grow
Do ya know what its like
All revved up with no place to go
Do ya know what its like
All revved up with no place to go
In the middle of a steaming night
Im tossing in my sleep
And in the middle of a red-eyed dream
I see you coming
Coming on to give it to me
I was out on the prowl down by the edge of the track
And like a son of a jackal
Im a leader of the pack but
Every saturday night
I felt the fever grow
Do ya know what its like
All revved up with no place to go
Do ya know what its like
All revved up with no place to go
Oh, baby, Im a hunter in the dark of the forest
Ive been stalking you and tracking you downr
Cruising up and down the main drag all night long
We could be standing at the top of the world
Instead of sinking further down in the mud
You and me round about midnight
You and me round about midnight
Someones got to draw first
Draw first
Someone's got to draw first blood
Someone's got to draw first blood
Oooh I got to draw first blood
Oooh I got to draw first blood
I was out on the prowl down by the edge of the track
And like a son of a jackal I'm a leader of the pack but
Every saturday night
I felt the fever grow
Do ya know what it's like
All revved up with no place to go
Do ya know what it's like
All revved up with no place to go
I was nothing but a lonely all-American boy
Looking out for something to do
And you were nothing but a lonely all-American girl
But you were something like a dream come true
I was a varsity tackle and a hell of a block
And when I played my guitar I made the canyons rock
But every saturday night
I felt the fever grow
All revved up with no place to go
All revved up with no place to go
All revved up with no place to go
All revved up with no place to go
All revved up with no place to go
Looking for something new.
And you were nothing but a lonely girl
But you were something
Something like a dream come true
I was a varsity tackle and a hell of a block
When I played my guitar
I made the canyons rock but
Every saturday night
I felt the fever grow
Do ya know what its like
All revved up with no place to go
Do ya know what its like
All revved up with no place to go
In the middle of a steaming night
Im tossing in my sleep
And in the middle of a red-eyed dream
I see you coming
Coming on to give it to me
I was out on the prowl down by the edge of the track
And like a son of a jackal
Im a leader of the pack but
Every saturday night
I felt the fever grow
Do ya know what its like
All revved up with no place to go
Do ya know what its like
All revved up with no place to go
Oh, baby, Im a hunter in the dark of the forest
Ive been stalking you and tracking you downr
Cruising up and down the main drag all night long
We could be standing at the top of the world
Instead of sinking further down in the mud
You and me round about midnight
You and me round about midnight
Someones got to draw first
Draw first
Someone's got to draw first blood
Someone's got to draw first blood
Oooh I got to draw first blood
Oooh I got to draw first blood
I was out on the prowl down by the edge of the track
And like a son of a jackal I'm a leader of the pack but
Every saturday night
I felt the fever grow
Do ya know what it's like
All revved up with no place to go
Do ya know what it's like
All revved up with no place to go
I was nothing but a lonely all-American boy
Looking out for something to do
And you were nothing but a lonely all-American girl
But you were something like a dream come true
I was a varsity tackle and a hell of a block
And when I played my guitar I made the canyons rock
But every saturday night
I felt the fever grow
All revved up with no place to go
All revved up with no place to go
All revved up with no place to go
All revved up with no place to go
All revved up with no place to go
All Shook Up
"Are You Lonesome Tonight?" (Original West End Production)
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Writers
Elvis Presley
Otis Blackwell
Themes
Body
Love
Country/Nature
Genres
Rock 'n' Roll
Year
1985
Lyrics
A well I bless my soul
Whats wrong with me?
Im itching like a man on a fuzzy tree
My friends say Im actin wild as a bug
Im in love
Im all shook up
Mm mm oh, oh, yeah, yeah!
My hands are shaky and my knees are weak
I cant seem to stand on my own two feet
Who do you thank when you have such luck?
Im in love
Im all shook up
Mm mm oh, oh, yeah, yeah!
Please dont ask me whats on my mind
Im a little mixed up, but Im feelin fine
When Im near that girl that I love best
My heart beats so it scares me to death!
She touched my hand what a chill I got
Her lips are like a vulcano thats hot
Im proud to say shes my buttercup
Im in love
Im all shook up
Mm mm oh, oh, yeah, yeah!
My tongue get tied when I try to speak
My insides shake like a leaf on a tree
Theres only one cure for this body of mine
Thats to have the girl that I love so fine!
Whats wrong with me?
Im itching like a man on a fuzzy tree
My friends say Im actin wild as a bug
Im in love
Im all shook up
Mm mm oh, oh, yeah, yeah!
My hands are shaky and my knees are weak
I cant seem to stand on my own two feet
Who do you thank when you have such luck?
Im in love
Im all shook up
Mm mm oh, oh, yeah, yeah!
Please dont ask me whats on my mind
Im a little mixed up, but Im feelin fine
When Im near that girl that I love best
My heart beats so it scares me to death!
She touched my hand what a chill I got
Her lips are like a vulcano thats hot
Im proud to say shes my buttercup
Im in love
Im all shook up
Mm mm oh, oh, yeah, yeah!
My tongue get tied when I try to speak
My insides shake like a leaf on a tree
Theres only one cure for this body of mine
Thats to have the girl that I love so fine!
All Shook Up
Elvis Presley
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Writers
Elvis Presley
Otis Blackwell
Themes
Body
Love
Country/Nature
Genres
Rock 'n' Roll
Rock
Year
1957
Lyrics
A well I bless my soul
Whats wrong with me?
Im itching like a man on a fuzzy tree
My friends say Im actin wild as a bug
Im in love
Im all shook up
Mm mm oh, oh, yeah, yeah!
My hands are shaky and my knees are weak
I cant seem to stand on my own two feet
Who do you thank when you have such luck?
Im in love
Im all shook up
Mm mm oh, oh, yeah, yeah!
Please dont ask me whats on my mind
Im a little mixed up, but Im feelin fine
When Im near that girl that I love best
My heart beats so it scares me to death!
She touched my hand what a chill I got
Her lips are like a vulcano thats hot
Im proud to say shes my buttercup
Im in love
Im all shook up
Mm mm oh, oh, yeah, yeah!
My tongue get tied when I try to speak
My insides shake like a leaf on a tree
Theres only one cure for this body of mine
Thats to have the girl that I love so fine!
Whats wrong with me?
Im itching like a man on a fuzzy tree
My friends say Im actin wild as a bug
Im in love
Im all shook up
Mm mm oh, oh, yeah, yeah!
My hands are shaky and my knees are weak
I cant seem to stand on my own two feet
Who do you thank when you have such luck?
Im in love
Im all shook up
Mm mm oh, oh, yeah, yeah!
Please dont ask me whats on my mind
Im a little mixed up, but Im feelin fine
When Im near that girl that I love best
My heart beats so it scares me to death!
She touched my hand what a chill I got
Her lips are like a vulcano thats hot
Im proud to say shes my buttercup
Im in love
Im all shook up
Mm mm oh, oh, yeah, yeah!
My tongue get tied when I try to speak
My insides shake like a leaf on a tree
Theres only one cure for this body of mine
Thats to have the girl that I love so fine!
Along The Santa Fe Trail
Glenn Miller & His Orchestra
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Writers
Al Dubin
Edwina Coolidge
William Grosz
Themes
Weather
Country/Nature
Colours
Genres
Jazz
Easy Listening
Year
1941
Lyrics
No Lyrics
Amsterdam
Scott Walker
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Writers
Jacques Brel
Mort Shuman
Themes
Food and Drink
Dreams
Country/Nature
Places
Time
Animals
Genres
Showtunes
Year
1967
Lyrics
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who sings
Of the dreams that he brings
From the wide open sea
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who sleeps
While the riverbank weeps
With the old willow tree
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who dies
Full of beer, full of cries
In a drunken down fight
And in the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who's born
On a muggy hot morn
By the dawn's early light
In the port of Amsterdam
Where the sailors all meet
There's a sailor who eats
Only fishheads and tails
He will show you his teeth
That have rotted too soon
That can swallow the moon
That can haul up the sails
And he yells to the cook
With his arms open wide
Bring me more fish
Put it down by my side
Then he wants so to belch
But he's too full to try
So he gets up and laughs
And he zips up his fly
In the port of Amsterdam
You can see sailors dance
Paunches bursting their pants
Grinding women to paunch
They've forgotten the tune
That their whiskey voice croaks
Splitting the night with the
Roar of their jokes
And they turn and they dance
And they laugh and they lust
Till the rancid sound of
The accordion bursts
Then out to the night
With their pride in their pants
With the slut that they tow
Underneath the street lamps
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who drinks
And he drinks and he drinks
And he drinks once again
He drinks to the health
Of the whores of Amsterdam
Who have promised their love
To a thousand other men
They've bargained their bodies
And their virtue long gone
For a few dirty coins
And when he can't go on
He plants his nose in the sky
And he wipes it up above
And he pisses like I cry
For an unfaithful love
In the port of Amsterdam
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who sings
Of the dreams that he brings
From the wide open sea
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who sleeps
While the riverbank weeps
With the old willow tree
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who dies
Full of beer, full of cries
In a drunken down fight
And in the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who's born
On a muggy hot morn
By the dawn's early light
In the port of Amsterdam
Where the sailors all meet
There's a sailor who eats
Only fishheads and tails
He will show you his teeth
That have rotted too soon
That can swallow the moon
That can haul up the sails
And he yells to the cook
With his arms open wide
Bring me more fish
Put it down by my side
Then he wants so to belch
But he's too full to try
So he gets up and laughs
And he zips up his fly
In the port of Amsterdam
You can see sailors dance
Paunches bursting their pants
Grinding women to paunch
They've forgotten the tune
That their whiskey voice croaks
Splitting the night with the
Roar of their jokes
And they turn and they dance
And they laugh and they lust
Till the rancid sound of
The accordion bursts
Then out to the night
With their pride in their pants
With the slut that they tow
Underneath the street lamps
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who drinks
And he drinks and he drinks
And he drinks once again
He drinks to the health
Of the whores of Amsterdam
Who have promised their love
To a thousand other men
They've bargained their bodies
And their virtue long gone
For a few dirty coins
And when he can't go on
He plants his nose in the sky
And he wipes it up above
And he pisses like I cry
For an unfaithful love
In the port of Amsterdam
In the port of Amsterdam
Anagram (For Mongo)
Rush
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Writers
Alex Lifeson
Geddy Lee
Neil Peart
Themes
Country/Nature
Places
Time
Genres
Rock
Year
1989
Lyrics
Alone in the world was poor little Anne
As sweet a young child as you'd find
Her parents had gone to their final reward
Leaving their baby behind
Did you hear this poor little child
was only nine years of age
When mother and dad went away
Still she bravely worked
at the one thing she knew
To earn a few pennies a day
She made artificial flowers, artificial flowers
Flowers for ladies of fashion to wear
She made artificial flowers, artificial flowers
Fashioned from Annie's despair
With papers and shears, with wire and wax
She made up each tulip and mum
As snow flakes drifted in to her tenement room
Her baby little fingers grew numb
>From artificial flowers, those artificial flowers
Flowers for ladies of high fashion to wear
She made artificial flowers, artificial flowers
Made from Annie's despair
And they found little Annie all covered with ice
Still clutching her poor frozen shears
Amidst all the blossoms, she had fashioned by hand
And watered with all her young tears
There must be a Heaven where little Annie can play
In heavenly gardens and bowers
And instead of halo, she'll wear round her head
A garland of genuine flowers
No more artificial flowers, artificial flowers
Flowers for ladies of society to wear
Those artificial flowers, artificial flowers
Fashioned from Annie's
Fashioned from Annie's despair
As sweet a young child as you'd find
Her parents had gone to their final reward
Leaving their baby behind
Did you hear this poor little child
was only nine years of age
When mother and dad went away
Still she bravely worked
at the one thing she knew
To earn a few pennies a day
She made artificial flowers, artificial flowers
Flowers for ladies of fashion to wear
She made artificial flowers, artificial flowers
Fashioned from Annie's despair
With papers and shears, with wire and wax
She made up each tulip and mum
As snow flakes drifted in to her tenement room
Her baby little fingers grew numb
>From artificial flowers, those artificial flowers
Flowers for ladies of high fashion to wear
She made artificial flowers, artificial flowers
Made from Annie's despair
And they found little Annie all covered with ice
Still clutching her poor frozen shears
Amidst all the blossoms, she had fashioned by hand
And watered with all her young tears
There must be a Heaven where little Annie can play
In heavenly gardens and bowers
And instead of halo, she'll wear round her head
A garland of genuine flowers
No more artificial flowers, artificial flowers
Flowers for ladies of society to wear
Those artificial flowers, artificial flowers
Fashioned from Annie's
Fashioned from Annie's despair
Another Man
John Mayall
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Writers
John Mayall
Themes
Names
Country/Nature
Genres
Blues
Year
1969
Lyrics
Another man done gone
Another man done gone
Another man done gone, another man done gone, another man done gone
On the country farm
He's on the country farm, on the country farm, he's on the country farm
Another man done gone
Another man done gone, another man done gone, another man done gone
I don't know his name
Didn't know his name, I didn't know his name, I didn't know his name
Another man done gone
Another man done gone, another man done gone, another man done gone
On the country farm
He's on the country farm, on the country farm, he's on the country farm
Another man done gone
Another man done gone, another man done gone, another man done gone
I don't know his name
Didn't know his name, I didn't know his name, I didn't know his name
Any Place Is Paradise
Elvis Presley
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Writers
Joe Thomas
Themes
Body
Love
Country/Nature
Time
Genres
Rock 'n' Roll
Rock
Year
1956
Lyrics
Whether you're riding down a highway
Or walkin' down a street
It makes no difference baby
I'm gonna love you just as mean
'Cause holdin' your little hand
Makes me feel so very nice
Anyplace is paradise
When I'm with you
Whether we're standin' on a doorstep
Or sittin' at a park
Or strollin' down shady lane
Or dancin' in the dark
Well I can take you in my arms
And look into your pretty eyes
Anyplace is paradise
When I'm with you
Give me a cave up in the mountain
Or a shack down by the sea
And I will be in heaven honey
If you are there with me
Well kiss your pretty lips
See the love-light in your eyes
Anyplace is paradise
When I'm with you
Baby I'd live deep in the jungle
And sleep up in a tree
And let the rest of the world go be
If you were there with me
Well I could love you all the time
Baby, a jungle would be fine
Anyplace is paradise
When I'm with you
Or walkin' down a street
It makes no difference baby
I'm gonna love you just as mean
'Cause holdin' your little hand
Makes me feel so very nice
Anyplace is paradise
When I'm with you
Whether we're standin' on a doorstep
Or sittin' at a park
Or strollin' down shady lane
Or dancin' in the dark
Well I can take you in my arms
And look into your pretty eyes
Anyplace is paradise
When I'm with you
Give me a cave up in the mountain
Or a shack down by the sea
And I will be in heaven honey
If you are there with me
Well kiss your pretty lips
See the love-light in your eyes
Anyplace is paradise
When I'm with you
Baby I'd live deep in the jungle
And sleep up in a tree
And let the rest of the world go be
If you were there with me
Well I could love you all the time
Baby, a jungle would be fine
Anyplace is paradise
When I'm with you
Any Way You Want Me
Elvis Presley
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Writers
Aaron Schroeder
Cliff Owens
Themes
Love
Country/Nature
Genres
Easy Listening
Year
1956
Lyrics
I'll be a strong as a mountain,
Or weak as a willow tree,
Anyway you want me,
That's how I will be.
I'll be a tame as a baby,
Or wild as the raging sea,
Anyway you want me,
That's how I will be.
In your hand my heart is clay,
To take a mold as you may.
I'm what you make me, you've only to take me,
And in your arms I will stay.
I'll be a fool or a wise man,
My darling you hold the key,
Yes, anyway you want me,
That's how I will be,
I will be.
Or weak as a willow tree,
Anyway you want me,
That's how I will be.
I'll be a tame as a baby,
Or wild as the raging sea,
Anyway you want me,
That's how I will be.
In your hand my heart is clay,
To take a mold as you may.
I'm what you make me, you've only to take me,
And in your arms I will stay.
I'll be a fool or a wise man,
My darling you hold the key,
Yes, anyway you want me,
That's how I will be,
I will be.
April Showers
Mel Torme
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Writers
Buddy DeSylva
Louis Silvers
Themes
Weather
Country/Nature
Time
Genres
Jazz
Year
1963
Lyrics
[Original]
Life is not a highway strewn with flowers
Still it holds a goodly share of bliss
When the sun gives way to April showers
Here's the point you should never miss
Though April showers
May come your way
They bring the flowers
That bloom in May
So if it's raining
Have no regrets
Because, it isn't raining rain, you know
It's raining violets
And when you see clouds
Upon the hill
You soon will see crowds
Of daffodils
So keep on looking, for a bluebird
And listening for his song
Whenever April showers come along
And when you see clouds
Upon the hill
You soon will see crowds
Of daffodils
So keep on looking, for a bluebird
And listening for his song
Whenever April showers come along
Life is not a highway strewn with flowers
Still it holds a goodly share of bliss
When the sun gives way to April showers
Here's the point you should never miss
Though April showers
May come your way
They bring the flowers
That bloom in May
So if it's raining
Have no regrets
Because, it isn't raining rain, you know
It's raining violets
And when you see clouds
Upon the hill
You soon will see crowds
Of daffodils
So keep on looking, for a bluebird
And listening for his song
Whenever April showers come along
And when you see clouds
Upon the hill
You soon will see crowds
Of daffodils
So keep on looking, for a bluebird
And listening for his song
Whenever April showers come along
