Stuart Hamblen

Inspirational

Love

Weather

Colours

Easy Listening

1965

When you're all alone and blue
No one to tell your troubles to
Remember me, I'm the one who loves you

When this world has turned you down
And not a true friend can be found
Remember me, I'm the one who loves you

And through all kinds of weather
You'll find I'll never change
Through the sunshine and the shadows
I'll always be the same

We're together right or wrong
Where you go I'll tag along
Remember me, I'm the one who loves you

(And through all kinds of weather
You'll find I'll never change)
Through the sunshine and the shadows
I'll always be the same

We're together right or wrong
Where you go I'll tag along
Remember me, I'm the one who loves you
Remember me, I'm the one who loves you

Ray Charles

Love

Places

Colours

Time

R&B/Soul

1968

I know you told me, long time ago
That you didn't want me, yeah
You didn't love me no more

But I know it was something, oh, that made me blue
But believe me, child, I've been a fool for you
I've been a big fool for you

I know you told me, yeah
You didn't want me around
And don't you have a big old man right there
In a port, man, away across town

And I know it's something that makes me blue
Believe me child, I've been a fool for you
I've been a fool for you

Now did you ever wake up in the morning
Just about the break of day, yeah, uh
Reach over an feel your pillow, wow wow wow wow wow
Where that lil fine f*** used to lay
Ever since I was 5 years old, baby
I've been a ... a fool for you

Way down, deep down in my soul, oh
I've been a fool for you

Well I know it's something, oh, what makes me blue
Believe me child, I've been a fool for you

I've been a fool for you
I've been a fool for you
I've been a fool for you
I've been a fool for you

I've been just so bad, yeah
I've been just so bad

You don't know what you're doing to me
Well, I just can't understand, yeah
No no no, baby, yeah

I've been a fool for you honey now
I've been a great big fool for you, baby
A fool for you mama...

Arthur Lee

Names

Places

Colours

Pop

1967

Verse 1:
At my house Ive got no shackles
You can come and look if you want to
In the halls youll see the mantles
Where the light shines dim all around you
And the streets are paved with gold and if
Someone asks you, you can call my name

Verse 2:
You are just a thought that someone
Somewhere somehow feels you should be here
And its so for real to touch
To smell, to feel, to know where you are here
And the streets are paved with gold and if
Someone asks you, you can call my name
You can call my name
I hear you calling my name yeah all right now

Verse 3:
By the time that Im through singing
The bells from the schools of walls will be ringing
More confusions, blood transfusions
The news today will be the movies for tomorrow
And the waters turned to blood, and if
You dont think so
Go turn on your tub
And it its mixed with mud
Youll see it turn to gray
And you can call my name
I hear you call my name

Chris Arnold

David Martin

Geoff Morrow

Colours

Pop

1969

Now that the truth is hard to face
I can't forget you once were mine
Someone else is in my place
Whenever we meet my heart beats out of time

Just a little bit of green
Clouds my eyes to what I've seen
Just a little bit of green
When I see you with someone new
And knowing that there's nothing I can do

Please don't try to tie me down
Those are the words you often say
I can't help seeing you around
You smile with surprise, I turn my eyes away

Just a little bit of green
Oh-oh-ho, clouds my eyes to what I've seen
Just a little bit of green
When I see you with someone new
And knowing that there's nothing I can do

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Just a little bit of green
Oh-oh-ho, clouds my eyes to what I've seen
Just a little bit of green
When I see you with someone new
And knowing that there's nothing I can do

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Just a little bit of green

Ernest R Ball

J Keirn Brennan

Inspirational

Country/Nature

Places

Colours

Showtunes

Easy Listening

1958

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!

Arthur Fields

Walter Donovan

Love

Colours

Time

Numbers

Animals

Pop

Showtunes

1950

Way down in the Congoland
Lived a happy chimpanzee
She loved a monkey with a long tail
(Lordy, how she loved him!)
Each night he would find her there
Swinging in the cocoanut tree
And the monkey gay, at the break of day
Loved to hear his Chimpie say...

"Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab"
Said the Chimpie to the Monk
"Baba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab"
Said the Monkey to the Chimp
All night long they'd chatter away
All day long they were happy and gay
Swinging and singing in their hunky-tonkey way

"Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab"
Means "Monk, I love but you"
"Baba, daba, dab" in monkey talk
Means "Chimp, I love you, too"
Then the big baboon one night in June
He married them and very soon
They went upon their aba daba honeymoon

"Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab"
Said the Chimpie to the Monk
"Baba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab"
Said the Monkey to the Chimp
All night long they'd chatter away
All day long they were happy and gay
Swinging and singing in their hunky-tonkey way

"Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab"
Means "Monk, I love but you"
"Baba, daba, dab" in monkey talk
Means "Chimp, I love you, too"
One night they were made man and wife
And now they cry, "This is the life
Since they came from their aba daba honeymoon

Well, you should have heard that band
Play upon their wedding day
Each Chimp and Monkey had nutshells
(Lordy, how they played them)
And now it is every night
High up in the cocoanut tree
It's the same old thing, with the same old swing,
When the Monk and Chimpie sing...

"Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab"
Said the Chimpie to the Monk
"Baba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab"
Said the Monkey to the Chimp
All night long they'd chatter away
All day long they were happy and gay
Swinging and singing in their hunky-tonkey way

"Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab"
Means "Monk, I love but you"
"Baba, daba, dab" in monkey talk
Means "Chimp, I love you, too"
Then the big baboon one night in June
He married them and very soon
They went upon their aba daba honeymoon

"Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab"
Said the Chimpie to the Monk
"Baba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab"
Said the Monkey to the Chimp
All night long they'd chatter away
All day long they were happy and gay
Swinging and singing in their hunky-tonkey way

"Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab"
Means "Monk, I love but you"
"Baba, daba, dab" in monkey talk
Means "Chimp, I love you, too"
One night they were made man and wife
And now they cry, "This is the life"
Since they came from their aba daba honeymoon

Eddie Miller

John William Lantz

Love

Colours

Time

Rock 'n' Roll

Rock

1969

I will spend my whole life through
loving you, loving you.
Winter, summer, spring-time, too,
loving you, loving you.
Makes no difference where I go or what I do.
You know that I'll always be loving you.

If I'm seen with someone new,
don't be blue, don't be blue.
I'll be faithful I'll be true;
always true, true to you.
There is only one for me, and you know who.
You know that I'll always be loving you.

Stephen Schwartz

Food and Drink

Colours

Time

Money

Animals

Showtunes

1971

When you feel sad, or under a curseYour life is bad, your prospects are worseYour wife is sighing, crying,And your olive tree is dying,Temples are graying, and teeth are decayingAnd creditors weighing your purse...Your mood and your robeAre both a deep blueYou'd bet that JobHad nothin' on you...Don't forget that when you get toHeaven you'll be blessed..Yes, it's all for the best...Some men are born to live at ease, doing what they please,Richer than the bees are in honeyNever growing old, never feeling coldPulling pots of gold from thin airThe best in every town, best at shaking downBest at making mountains of moneyThey can't take it with them, but what do they care?They get the center of the meat, cushions on the seatHouses on the street where it's sunny..Summers at the sea, winters warm and freeAll of this and we get the rest...But who is the land for? the sun and the sand for?You guessed! It's all for the best...Don't forget that when you get to Heaven you'll be blessed!Yes, it's all for the.....(all your wrongs will be redressed..)Yes, it's all for the.....(you must never be distressed....)Yes, it's all for the.....(someone's got to be oppressed!)Yes, it's all for the best!!!

Arthur Owens

Dallas Frazier

Love

Colours

Time

Clothing/Apparel

Country and Western

1969

Before you take another step there's something you should know

About the years ahead and how they'll be

You'll be living in a world where roses hardly ever grow

Cause all I have to offer you is me

There'll be no mansions waiting on the hill with crystal chandeliers

And there'll be no fancy clothes for you to wear

Everything I have is standing here in front of you to see all I have to offer you is me

[ steel ]

Sweetheart I'll give you all my love in every way I can

But make sure that's what you want while you're still free

The only gold I have for you is in this wedding band

Cause all I have to offer you is me

There'll be no mansions waiting on the hill...

All I have to offer you is me

Al Dubin

Edwina Coolidge

William Grosz

Weather

Country/Nature

Colours

Jazz

Easy Listening

1941

No Lyrics

Edgar Leslie

Horatio Nicholls

Body

Memories/Nostalgia

Colours

Easy Listening

1959

There's nothing left for me
Of days that used to be
They're just a memory
Among my souvenirs

Some letters sad and blue
A photograph or two
I see a rose from you
Among my souvenirs

A few more tokens rest
Within my treasure chest
And, though they do their best
To give me consolation,

I count them all apart
And, as the teardrops start,
I find a broken heart
Among my souvenirs

I count them all apart
And, as the teardrops start,
I find a broken heart
Among my souvenirs.

Dolly Parton

Baby/Children

Body

Weather

Colours

Animals

Country and Western

1991

She's been there, God knows, she's been there
She has seen and done it all
She's a woman, she know how to
Dish it out or take it all
Her heart's as soft as feathers
Still she weathers stormy skies
And she's a sparrow when she's broken
But she's an eagle when she flies
A kaleidoscope of colors
You can toss her around and round
You can keep her in you vision
But you'll never keep her down
She's a lover, she's a mother
She's a friend and she's a wife
And she's a sparrow when she's broken
But she's an eagle when she flies

Gentle as the sweet magnolia
Strong as steel, her faith and pride
She's an everlasting shoulder
She's the leaning post of life
She hurts deep and when she weeps
She's just as fragile as a child
And she's a sparrow when she's broken
But she's an eagle when she flies

Tag:

She's a sparrow when she's broken
But she's an eagle when she flies
Oh, bless her, Lord
She's an eagle when she flies

Ray Davies

Weather

Places

Colours

Time

Food and Drink

Rock

Pop

1967

From the dew-soaked hedge creeps a crawly caterpillar
When the dawn begins to crack
It's all part of my autumn almanac
Breeze blows leaves of a musty-coloured yellow
So I sweep them in my sack
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac

Friday evenings, people get together
Hiding from the weather
Tea and toasted, buttered currant buns
Can't compensate for lack of sun
Because the summer's all gone

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh, my poor rheumatic back
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh, my autumn almanac
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac

I like my football, on a Saturday
Roast beef on Sundays, all right
I go to Blackpool, for my holidays
Sit in the open, sunlight

This is my street, and I'm never gonna to leave it
And I'm always gonna to stay here
If I live to be ninety-nine
'Cause all the people I meet
Seem to come from my street
And I can't get away
Because it's calling me (come on home)
Hear it calling me (come on home)

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh, my autumn Armagnac
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh, my autumn almanac
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!
Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!
Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!
Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!
Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!
Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!
Yes
Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!
Yes
Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!
Yes
Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!
[repeat to fade]

Ray Davies

Baby/Children

Weather

Places

Colours

Time

Rock

Pop

2006

From the dew-soaked hedge creeps a crawly caterpillar
When the dawn begins to crack
It's all part of my autumn almanac
Breeze blows leaves of a musty-coloured yellow
So I sweep them in my sack
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac

Friday evenings, people get together
Hiding from the weather
Tea and toasted, buttered currant buns
Can't compensate for lack of sun
Because the summer's all gone

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh, my poor rheumatic back
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh, my autumn almanac
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac

I like my football, on a Saturday
Roast beef on Sundays, all right
I go to Blackpool, for my holidays
Sit in the open, sunlight

This is my street, and I'm never gonna to leave it
And I'm always gonna to stay here
If I live to be ninety-nine
'Cause all the people I meet
Seem to come from my street
And I can't get away
Because it's calling me (come on home)
Hear it calling me (come on home)

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh, my autumn Armagnac
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh, my autumn almanac
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!
Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!
Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!
Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!
Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!
Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!
Yes
Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!
Yes
Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!
Yes
Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!
[repeat to fade]

Alex Lifeson

Geddy Lee

Neil Peart

Food and Drink

Places

Colours

Time

Rock

1975

There's no bread, let them eat cake
There's no end to what they'll take
Flaunt the fruits of noble birth
Wash the salt into the earth

But they're marching to Bastille Day
La guillotine will claim her bloody prize
Free the dungeons of the innocent
The king will kneel, and let his kingdom rise

Bloodstained velvet, dirty lace
Naked fear on every face
See them bow their heads to die
As we would bow as they rode by

And we're marching to Bastille Day
La guillotine will claim her bloody prize
Sing, o choirs of cacophony
The king has kneeled, to let his kingdom rise.

Lessons taught but never learned
All around us anger burns
Guide the future by the past
Long ago the mould was cast

For they marched up to Bastille Day
La guillotine claimed her bloody prize
Hear the echoes of the centuries
Power isn't all that money buys

Gene Vincent

Sheriff Tex Davis

Baby/Children

Love

Colours

Clothing/Apparel

Rock 'n' Roll

Pop

1983

Well Be Bop A Lula she's my baby
Be Bop A Lula I don't mean maybe
Be Bop A Lula she's my baby
Be Bop A Lula I don't mean maybe
Be Bop A Lula she's my baby doll, my baby doll, my baby doll.

Well, she's the gal in the red blue jeans
She's the queen of all the teens
She's the woman that I know
She's the woman that (scream) loves me so.
Be Bop A Lula she's my baby
Be Bop A Lula I don't mean maybe
Be Bop A Lula she's my baby doll, my baby doll, my baby doll.
(Let's rock)

Well, now she's the woman that's got that beat
She's the woman with the flyin' feet
She's the woman that walks around the store
She's the woman that yells (scream) more, more, more, more.
Be Bop A Lula she's my baby
Be Bop A Lula I don't mean maybe
Be Bop A Lula she's my baby doll, my baby doll, my baby doll.
(Let's rock again now)

Well Be Bop A Lula she's my baby
Be Bop A Lula I don't mean maybe
Be Bop A Lula she's my baby
Be Bop A Lula I don't mean maybe
Be Bop A Lula she's my baby doll, my baby doll, my baby doll.

Gene Vincent

Sheriff Tex Davis

Baby/Children

Colours

Clothing/Apparel

Love

Blues

Rock 'n' Roll

1971

Well Be Bop A Lula she's my baby
Be Bop A Lula I don't mean maybe
Be Bop A Lula she's my baby
Be Bop A Lula I don't mean maybe
Be Bop A Lula she's my baby doll, my baby doll, my baby doll.

Well, she's the gal in the red blue jeans
She's the queen of all the teens
She's the woman that I know
She's the woman that (scream) loves me so.
Be Bop A Lula she's my baby
Be Bop A Lula I don't mean maybe
Be Bop A Lula she's my baby doll, my baby doll, my baby doll.
(Let's rock)

Well, now she's the woman that's got that beat
She's the woman with the flyin' feet
She's the woman that walks around the store
She's the woman that yells (scream) more, more, more, more.
Be Bop A Lula she's my baby
Be Bop A Lula I don't mean maybe
Be Bop A Lula she's my baby doll, my baby doll, my baby doll.
(Let's rock again now)

Well Be Bop A Lula she's my baby
Be Bop A Lula I don't mean maybe
Be Bop A Lula she's my baby
Be Bop A Lula I don't mean maybe
Be Bop A Lula she's my baby doll, my baby doll, my baby doll.

Gene Vincent

Sheriff Tex Davis

Baby/Children

Love

Colours

Clothing/Apparel

Blues

Rock 'n' Roll

1991

Well Be Bop A Lula she's my baby
Be Bop A Lula I don't mean maybe
Be Bop A Lula she's my baby
Be Bop A Lula I don't mean maybe
Be Bop A Lula she's my baby doll, my baby doll, my baby doll.

Well, she's the gal in the red blue jeans
She's the queen of all the teens
She's the woman that I know
She's the woman that (scream) loves me so.
Be Bop A Lula she's my baby
Be Bop A Lula I don't mean maybe
Be Bop A Lula she's my baby doll, my baby doll, my baby doll.
(Let's rock)

Well, now she's the woman that's got that beat
She's the woman with the flyin' feet
She's the woman that walks around the store
She's the woman that yells (scream) more, more, more, more.
Be Bop A Lula she's my baby
Be Bop A Lula I don't mean maybe
Be Bop A Lula she's my baby doll, my baby doll, my baby doll.
(Let's rock again now)

Well Be Bop A Lula she's my baby
Be Bop A Lula I don't mean maybe
Be Bop A Lula she's my baby
Be Bop A Lula I don't mean maybe
Be Bop A Lula she's my baby doll, my baby doll, my baby doll.