Ray Henderson

Love

Time

Easy Listening

1951

You took my kisses and all my love
You taught me how to care
Am I to be just remnant of a one side love affair

All you took
I gladly gave
There is nothing left for me to save

All of me
Why not take all of me
Can't you see
I'm no good without you
Take my lips
I want to loose them
Take my arms
I'll never use them
Your goodbye left me with eyes that cry
How can I go on dear without you
You took the part that once was my heart
So why not take all of me

Charles Daniels

Richard Whiting

Dreams

Love

Time

Money

Jazz

1937

Once he dressed in tweads and drapes
On the rolls royce car
Now he seems quite out of place
Like a fallen star
While I worry
Plan and sceme
Over what to do
Can't help feeling
It's a dream
He's just too good to be true

I'm not much to look at
I'm nothing to see
I'm glad I'm living on a dime
And lucky to be
But I've got a man crazy for me
He's funny that way

I ain't got a dollar
Can't save a cent
He doesn't hollar
He'd live in a tent
I've got that man mad about me
He's funny that way

Lord he loves work and slave
For me every day
He'd be so much better off
If I went away
But why should I leave him
Why should I go
He'd be un happy
Without me I know
I've got that man crazy for me
He's funny that way

Tom Waits

Dreams

Time

Time

Country and Western

1974

Well you gassed her up
Behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barrelin' down the boulevard
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night
And you got paid on Friday
And your pockets are jinglin'
And you see the lights
You get all tinglin' cause you're cruisin' with a 6
And you're looking for the heart of Saturday night
Then you comb your hair
Shave your face
Tryin' to wipe out ev'ry trace
All the other days
In the week you know that this'll be the Saturday
You're reachin' your peak
Stoppin' on the red
You're goin' on the green
'Cause tonight'll be like nothin'
You've ever seen
And you're barrelin' down the boulevard
Lookin' for the heart of Saturday night
Tell me is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin
Is it the barmaid that's smilin' from the corner of her eye?
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.
Makes it kind of quiver down in the core
'Cause you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before
And now you're stumblin'
You're stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night
Well you gassed her up
And you're behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barrellin' down the boulevard,
You're lookin' for the heart of Saturday night
Is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin
And the barmaid is smilin' from the corner of her eye
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.
Makes it kind of special down in the core
And you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before
It's found you stumblin'
Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night
And you're stumblin'
Stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night

Tom Waits

Dreams

Time

Time

Country and Western

1974

Well you gassed her up
Behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barrelin' down the boulevard
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night
And you got paid on Friday
And your pockets are jinglin'
And you see the lights
You get all tinglin' cause you're cruisin' with a 6
And you're looking for the heart of Saturday night
Then you comb your hair
Shave your face
Tryin' to wipe out ev'ry trace
All the other days
In the week you know that this'll be the Saturday
You're reachin' your peak
Stoppin' on the red
You're goin' on the green
'Cause tonight'll be like nothin'
You've ever seen
And you're barrelin' down the boulevard
Lookin' for the heart of Saturday night
Tell me is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin
Is it the barmaid that's smilin' from the corner of her eye?
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.
Makes it kind of quiver down in the core
'Cause you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before
And now you're stumblin'
You're stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night
Well you gassed her up
And you're behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barrellin' down the boulevard,
You're lookin' for the heart of Saturday night
Is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin
And the barmaid is smilin' from the corner of her eye
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.
Makes it kind of special down in the core
And you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before
It's found you stumblin'
Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night
And you're stumblin'
Stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night

Jerry Leiber

Mike Stoller

Love

Time

Time

Rock 'n' Roll

Rock

1957

You don't like crazy music.
You don't like rockin' bands.
You just wanna go to a movie show,
And sit there holdin' hands.
You're so square.
Baby, I don't care.

You don't like hotrod racin'
Or drivin' late at night.
You just wanna park where it's nice and dark.
You just wanna hold me tight.
You're so square.
Baby, I don't care.

You don't know any dance steps that are new,
But no one else could love me like you do, do, do, do.

I don't know why my heart flips.
I only know it does.
I wonder why I love you, baby.
I guess it's just because
You're so square.
Baby, I don't care.

Jerry Leiber

Mike Stoller

Love

Time

Time

Rock 'n' Roll

Rock

1957

You don't like crazy music.
You don't like rockin' bands.
You just wanna go to a movie show,
And sit there holdin' hands.
You're so square.
Baby, I don't care.

You don't like hotrod racin'
Or drivin' late at night.
You just wanna park where it's nice and dark.
You just wanna hold me tight.
You're so square.
Baby, I don't care.

You don't know any dance steps that are new,
But no one else could love me like you do, do, do, do.

I don't know why my heart flips.
I only know it does.
I wonder why I love you, baby.
I guess it's just because
You're so square.
Baby, I don't care.

Graham Oliver

Paul Quinn

Peter Byford

Peter Gill

Stephen Dawson

Time

Time

Rock

1980

If there's one thing I love
It's flying there above
Breaking through the barrier of sound
It's just like making love
Sittin' there above
Riding in my bird of silver steel Time after time
Ten miles high
I'm living my fantasies
At twenty thousand feet It's the rushing of my blood
That makes me feel so good
I can see the world below just shooting by
Twice the speed of sound
That's how I like to ride
My chariot of steel across the sky Time after time
Ten miles high
I'm living my fantasies
At twenty thousand feet
Twenty thousand feet
Twenty thousand feet If it's faster than light
Sharper than steel
I'll race across the ceiling of the world
Just like a gun
Aiming at the sun
Riding in my bird of silver steel Time after time
Ten miles high
Living my fantasies
At twenty thousand feet
Twenty thousand feet I'm floating in space
My troubles seems to disappear
Then I awake
Got to get my head back in place
Twenty thousand feet
Twenty thousand feet
Twenty thousand feet
Twenty thousand feet

Graham Oliver

Paul Quinn

Peter Byford

Peter Gill

Stephen Dawson

Time

Time

Rock

1980

If there's one thing I love
It's flying there above
Breaking through the barrier of sound
It's just like making love
Sittin' there above
Riding in my bird of silver steel Time after time
Ten miles high
I'm living my fantasies
At twenty thousand feet It's the rushing of my blood
That makes me feel so good
I can see the world below just shooting by
Twice the speed of sound
That's how I like to ride
My chariot of steel across the sky Time after time
Ten miles high
I'm living my fantasies
At twenty thousand feet
Twenty thousand feet
Twenty thousand feet If it's faster than light
Sharper than steel
I'll race across the ceiling of the world
Just like a gun
Aiming at the sun
Riding in my bird of silver steel Time after time
Ten miles high
Living my fantasies
At twenty thousand feet
Twenty thousand feet I'm floating in space
My troubles seems to disappear
Then I awake
Got to get my head back in place
Twenty thousand feet
Twenty thousand feet
Twenty thousand feet
Twenty thousand feet

Noel Scott Engel

Weather

Time

Rock

1980

See the dwarves and see the giants
Which one would you choose to be?
And if you can't get that together
Here's the answer, here's the key
You can freeze
Like a 30th century man
Like a 30th century man
Play it cool
Like a 30th century man
Like a 30th century man
I'll save my breath and
take it with me
'Til a hundred years or so
Shame you won't be there to see me
Shaking hands with Charles DeGaulle
Play it cool and saran
wrap all you can
Be a 30th century man
You can freeze like a
30th century man
Be a 30th century man
High, high
Be a 30th century man
Play it cool
Be a 30th century man
You can freeze
Be a 30th century man
Play it cool
Be a 30th century man
???
See the dwarves and see the giants
Which one would you choose to be?
And if you can't get that together
Here's the answer, here's the key
You can freeze like a
30th century man
Be a 30th century man
You play it cool
And saran wrap all you can
Be a 30th century man
You can freeze like a
30th century man
Be a 30th century man
You play it cool like a
30th century man
Be a 30th century man
You can freeze
And saran wrap all you can
Be a 30th century man

Graham Oliver

Paul Quinn

Peter Byford

Peter Gill

Stephen Dawson

Places

Time

Rock

1965

We've got a 747 coming down in the night
There's no power, there's no runway lights
Radio operator try to get a message through
Tell the flight deck New York has no lights
There's no power what do we do?
747 coming down in the night
Try to get a message through

We were strangers in the night (*)
Both on separate flights
Strangers in the night
Going nowhere

This is Scandinavian one-o-one
Flight from Hawaii coming out of the sun
Kennedy should be in sight
We can't see a thing here in the night
Navigator says we're on the flight path
There's no radio, no sign of life
This is Scandinavian one-o-one
For God's sake, get the ground lights on, because

(Repeat *)

There's a 747 going into the night
There's no power, they don't know why
They've no fuel, they've got to land soon
They can't land by the light of the moon
They're overshooting, there's no guiding lights
Set a course into the night
Scandinavian one-o-one
For God's sake get your ground lights on

(Repeat *)

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...

Joan Baez

Baby/Children

Inspirational

Time

Country and Western

Pop

1977

Though the songwriters of the industry

Write most of the songs I do

And it's clear that no one will ever

Sing them quite the way I do

I think tonight I'll sit down and write

A heartfelt line or two

And if they turn out good enough

I owe every word to you



To the kid I thought was a little too young

To know what sadness was

Who took me out when I was down

And set out to find the cause

Of why the lady had the blues

And seemed on the verge of tears

I tell you that kid must have been around

For a hundred and fifty years



And to the tough guy blonde with the front tooth gone

And ships all over his chest

Who approached me out on the promenade

Of the beach heading into the west

His friends lay around on the muscleman lawn

Like a drunken pirate band

But he turned into a gentleman

Called me a lady and kissed my hand



Though the songwriters of the industry

Write most of the songs I do

And it's clear that no one will ever

Sing them quite the way I do

I think tonight I'll sit down and write

A heartfelt line or two

And if they turn out good enough

I owe every word to you



To the man and the woman who threw me a glance

As they picnicked by the sea

And returned their gaze to the kid and the food

So as not to bother me

They got up to leave and the woman looked on

As the man leaned down to say

"You've always meant so much to us

Don't want to bother you and have a nice day"



And to the band of gypsies I call friends

Who speak so carefully

To their friend with a life unlike their own

In its strange complexities

Who have the patience of the saints

When I've been down for a spell

I wish it were a whole lot easier

To find the words to wish them well



Though the songwriters of the industry

Write most of the songs I do

And it's clear that no one will ever

Sing them quite the way I do

I think tonight I'll sit down and write

A heartfelt line or two

And if they turn out good enough

I owe every word to you

Ray Davies

Country/Nature

Places

Time

Rock

Pop

1966

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

Doc Pomus

Mort Shuman

Body

Memories/Nostalgia

Love

Time

Transport

Blues

Rock

2008

I just got your letter baby
Too bad you can't come home
I swear I'm goin' crazy
Sittin' here all alone
Since you're gone
I got a mess of the blues

I ain't slept a wink since Sunday
I can't eat a thing all day
Every day is just blue Monday
Since you've been away
Since you're gone
I got a mess of the blues

Whoops there goes a teardrop
Rollin' down my face
If you cry when you're in love
It sure ain't no disgrace

I gotta get myself together
Before I lose my mind
I'm gonna catch the next train goin'
And leave my blues behind
Since you're gone
I got a mess of the blues

Whoops there goes a teardrop
Rollin' down my face
If you cry when you're in love
It sure ain't no disgrace

I gotta get myself together
Before I lose my mind
I'm gonna catch the next train goin'
And leave my blues behind
Since you're gone
I got a mess of the blues

Since you're gone I got a mess of the blues
Since you're gone I got a mess of the blues

Doc Pomus

Mort Shuman

Body

Memories/Nostalgia

Love

Weather

Time

Rock 'n' Roll

1961

I just got your letter baby
Too bad you can't come home
I swear I'm goin' crazy
Sittin' here all alone
Since you're gone
I got a mess of the blues

I ain't slept a wink since Sunday
I can't eat a thing all day
Every day is just blue Monday
Since you've been away
Since you're gone
I got a mess of the blues

Whoops there goes a teardrop
Rollin' down my face
If you cry when you're in love
It sure ain't no disgrace

I gotta get myself together
Before I lose my mind
I'm gonna catch the next train goin'
And leave my blues behind
Since you're gone
I got a mess of the blues

Whoops there goes a teardrop
Rollin' down my face
If you cry when you're in love
It sure ain't no disgrace

I gotta get myself together
Before I lose my mind
I'm gonna catch the next train goin'
And leave my blues behind
Since you're gone
I got a mess of the blues

Since you're gone I got a mess of the blues
Since you're gone I got a mess of the blues

Doc Pomus

Mort Shuman

Body

Memories/Nostalgia

Love

Time

Transport

Rock

Blues

1995

I just got your letter baby
Too bad you can't come home
I swear I'm goin' crazy
Sittin' here all alone
Since you're gone
I got a mess of the blues

I ain't slept a wink since Sunday
I can't eat a thing all day
Every day is just blue Monday
Since you've been away
Since you're gone
I got a mess of the blues

Whoops there goes a teardrop
Rollin' down my face
If you cry when you're in love
It sure ain't no disgrace

I gotta get myself together
Before I lose my mind
I'm gonna catch the next train goin'
And leave my blues behind
Since you're gone
I got a mess of the blues

Whoops there goes a teardrop
Rollin' down my face
If you cry when you're in love
It sure ain't no disgrace

I gotta get myself together
Before I lose my mind
I'm gonna catch the next train goin'
And leave my blues behind
Since you're gone
I got a mess of the blues

Since you're gone I got a mess of the blues
Since you're gone I got a mess of the blues

Doc Pomus

Mort Shuman

Time

Body

Memories/Nostalgia

Love

Transport

Rock 'n' Roll

Blues

1960

I just got your letter baby
Too bad you can't come home
I swear I'm goin' crazy
Sittin' here all alone
Since you're gone
I got a mess of the blues

I ain't slept a wink since Sunday
I can't eat a thing all day
Every day is just blue Monday
Since you've been away
Since you're gone
I got a mess of the blues

Whoops there goes a teardrop
Rollin' down my face
If you cry when you're in love
It sure ain't no disgrace

I gotta get myself together
Before I lose my mind
I'm gonna catch the next train goin'
And leave my blues behind
Since you're gone
I got a mess of the blues

Whoops there goes a teardrop
Rollin' down my face
If you cry when you're in love
It sure ain't no disgrace

I gotta get myself together
Before I lose my mind
I'm gonna catch the next train goin'
And leave my blues behind
Since you're gone
I got a mess of the blues

Since you're gone I got a mess of the blues
Since you're gone I got a mess of the blues

Doc Pomus

Mort Shuman

Body

Memories/Nostalgia

Love

Time

Transport

Rock

1971

I just got your letter baby
Too bad you can't come home
I swear I'm goin' crazy
Sittin' here all alone
Since you're gone
I got a mess of the blues

I ain't slept a wink since Sunday
I can't eat a thing all day
Every day is just blue Monday
Since you've been away
Since you're gone
I got a mess of the blues

Whoops there goes a teardrop
Rollin' down my face
If you cry when you're in love
It sure ain't no disgrace

I gotta get myself together
Before I lose my mind
I'm gonna catch the next train goin'
And leave my blues behind
Since you're gone
I got a mess of the blues

Whoops there goes a teardrop
Rollin' down my face
If you cry when you're in love
It sure ain't no disgrace

I gotta get myself together
Before I lose my mind
I'm gonna catch the next train goin'
And leave my blues behind
Since you're gone
I got a mess of the blues

Since you're gone I got a mess of the blues
Since you're gone I got a mess of the blues