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"GIVE ME YOUR LOVE"
Recorded by The Sisters Love
on the Motown Label in 1973

Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love

I want you so baby
Can't even get mad at you
What a thing
You really swing
And I feel so good it's true
You're such a gun
Make my lungs sigh
Breathin' in the air
Through lovin' you
I really know, child
Just how much I care
Give me your love

Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love

Preparing for tomorrow
You do what you have to do
I'll share the weight
Whatever fate
Plans to bring to you
Don't worry 'bout no attitude
You just be yourself
Could live with you
In solitude
And need no one else

Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love, love
Give me your love
Give me, give me

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"1,2,3,4" by Feist (Leslie Feist)
#8 in the US Hot 100 & #8 in the UK Singles Chart
2007
(used on the Apple iPod Nano commercial)

One, two, three four
tell me that you love me more
sleepless, long nights
that was what my youth was for
oh teenage hopes are lying at your door
left you with nothing,
but they wanted more.
oh, oh, oh,
you're changing your heart.
oh, oh, oh,
you know who you are.
sweetheart, bitter heart,
now i can't tell you apart.
cozy and cold,
put the horse before the cart.
those teenage hopes,
through our tears and the lies.
too scared to run off,
to one little life.
oh, oh, oh,
you're changing your heart.
oh, oh, oh,
you know who you are.
one, two, three, four, five, six, nine, and ten.
money can't buy you back the love that you had then.
one, two, three, four, five, six, nine, and ten.
money can't buy you back the love that you had then.
oh, oh, oh,
you're changing your heart.
oh, oh, oh,
you know who you are.
oh, oh, oh,
you're changing your heart.
oh, oh, oh,
you know who you are.

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Sue Thompson sang "Norman"
the words & music were by John D. Loudermilk
Billboard position # 3 in 1961

Norman, Oooo, Norman, Oooo
Norman, Norman my love

Jimmy called me on the phone
But I was gone, not at home
'Cause I was out parked all alone
With darlin' Norman

Bill invited me to a show
But I said "no, cannot go
There's a dress that I've got to sew
And wear for Norman"

Norman holds me close to him
Norman kisses me, and then
Norman knows my heart belongs to him, and him, and only him, oh
Norman, Oooo, Norman, Oooo
Norman, Norman my love

Joey asked me for a date
He wanted to take me out to skate
But I told Joey he would have to make
Arrangements with Norman

Norman is my only love
Norman's all I'm thinking of
Norman gives me all his lovin', kissin', huggin', lovey dovin'
Norman, Oooo, Norman, Oooo
Norman, Norman my love
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"LA MER"
written & composed by
Charles Trenet

La mer qu’on voit danser
Le long des golfes claires
A des reflets d’argent, la mer,
Des reflets changeants sous la pluie.

La mer au ciel d’été
Confond ses blancs moutons
Avec les anges si purs, la mer,
Bergère d’azur infinie.

Voyez près des étangs
Ces grands roseaux mouillés.
Voyez ces oiseaux blancs
Et ces maisons rouillés.

La mer les a bercés
Le long des golfes clairs,
Et d’une chanson d’amour la mer
A bercé mon coeur pour la vie.
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"SIMPLE BEN"
John J Francis

Walkin' on a dusty road in the countryside of ease
I heard a song driftin' on the gently blowin' breeze
Sunshine through the Autumn, sweet snow to the Spri-ing
Corn by the water of an old mill stream, and you give me all, you give me all

A barrow pushed by a little man came rollin' from the west
He sang a song as he stepped along until we drew abreast
Well hello there my friend, I see you're on the road here just like me
Why don't we stop and rest a while and I'll boil a pot of tea
Just give me sunshine through the Autumn, sweet snow to the Spri-ing
Corn by the water of an old mill stream, and you give me all, you give me all

He said his name was Simple Ben but not what I'd believe
Christened by the way he thought and not the way he lived
I've seen the best and worst that we have here on our earth
And finally decided on the things that I get worth
Just give me sunshine through the Autumn, sweet snow to the Spri-ing
Corn by the water of an old mill stream, and you give me all, you give me all

I asked if he had seen the great jets fly across the sky
He said he'd seen the smallest bird learnin' how to fly
Have you seen the bridges stretched across the bays
I've seen the smallest fish alive dyin' in the haze
Have you seen the massive buildin's reached towards the sun
I've seen the fields of barronness from the work that man has done
What about the dams and weirs that feed the countryside
I've seen the brownness of the grass when the dams and weirs run -
Just give me sunshine through the Autumn, sweet snow to the Spri-ing
Corn by the water of an old mill stream, and you give me all, you give me all

What about the fertile lands where nothin' once would grow
I've seen the lands
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"THE SOLDIER"
Harvey Andrews ~ 1972

In a station in the city a British soldier stood
Talking to the people there if the people would
Some just stared in hatred, and others turned in pain
And the lonely British soldier wished he was back home again

Come join the British Army! said the posters in his town
See the world and have your fun come serve before the Crown
The jobs were hard to come by and he could not face the dole
So he took his country's shilling and enlisted on the roll

For there was no fear of fighting, the Empire long was lost
Just ten years in the army getting paid for being bossed
Then leave a man experienced a man who's made the grade
A medal and a pension some mem'ries and a trade

Then came the call for Ireland as the call had come before
Another bloody chapter in an endless civil war
The priests they stood on both sides the priests they stood behind
Another fight in Jesus's name the blind against the blind

The soldier stood between them between the whistling stones
And then the broken bottles that led to broken bonmes
The petrol bombs that burnt his hands the nails that pierced his skin
And wished that he had stayed at home surrounded by his kin

The station filled with people the soldier soon was bored
But better in the station than where the people warred
The room filled up with mothers with daughters and with sons
Who stared with itchy fingers at the soldier and his gun

A yell of fear a screech of brakes the shattering of glass
The window of the station broke to let the package pass
A scream came from the mothers as they ran towards the door
Dragging their children crying from the bomb upon the floor

The soldier stood and could not move his gun he could not use
He knew the bomb had seconds and not minutes on the fuse
He could not run and pick it up and throw it in the street
There were far too many people there too many running feet

Take cover! yelled the soldier, Take cover for your lives
And the Irishmen threw down their young and stood before their wives
They turned towards the soldier their eyes alive with fear
For God's sake save our children or they'll end their short lives here

The soldier moved towards the bomb his stomach like a stone
Why was this his battle God why was he alone
He lay down on the package and he murmured one farewell
To those at home in England to those he loved so well

He saw the sights of summer felt the wind upon his brow
The young girls in the city parks how precious were they now
The soaring of the swallow the beauty of the swan
The music of the turning world so soon would it be gone

A muffled soft explosion and the room began to quake
The soldier blown across the floor his blood a crimson lake
There was no time to cry or shout there was no time to moan
And they turned their children's faces from the blood and from the bones

The crowd outside soon gathered and the ambulances came
To carry off the body of a pawn lost in the game
And the crowd they clapped and cheered and they sang their rebel song
One soldier less to interfere where he did not belong

And will the children growing up learn at their mothers' knees
The story of the soldier who bought their liberty
Who used his youthful body as a means towards an end
Who gave his life to those who called him murderer not friend

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'SIMPLE MAN'
Lynyrd Skynyrd ~ 1973

Mama told me, when I was young
Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely, to what I say.
And if you do this
It will help you some sunny day.

Ohh take your time... Don't live too fast,
Troubles will come, and they will pass.
Go find a woman and you'll find love,
And don't forget son,
There is someone up above.

(Chorus)
And be a simple kind of man.
And maybe some day you'll love and understand.
Baby be a simple kind of man.
Won't you do this for me son,
If you can?

Forget your lust for the rich man's gold
All that you need is in your soul,
And you can do this if you try.
All that I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.

(Chorus)

Boy, don't you worry... you'll find yourself.
Follow you heart and nothing else.
And you can do this if you try.
All I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.

(Chorus)
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'SHE'S ONE HELL OF A WOMAN'
Mac Davis~ 1974

She's a woman
She's a baby
She's a witch
She's a lady
She's a free and gentle spirit
She can be what she wants to be
And if she wants to be with me tonight
That's alright
She's one hell of a woman
Young, strong and tame
But soft when she loves me
Like a gentle kitten in my hand
She makes me feel
Like a hell of a man
She's wild, warm and tender
She'll resist then she'll surrender
She's a free and gentle spirit
She can be what she wants to be
And if she wants to be with me tonight
Well that's alright
She's one hell of a woman
Young, strong and tame
But soft when she loves me
Like a gentle kitten in my hand
She makes me feel
Like a hell of a man
She's one hell of a woman
Young, strong and tame
But soft when she loves me
Like a gentle kitten in my hand
She makes me feel
Like a hell of a man...
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'BINGO'
Dave Carey ~ 1961

Bingo! Bingo! I'm in love

Kelly's eye, I'm the guy and she's my number one
Number three, up a tree, she's got me on the run
Number five, man alive, by all the stars above
Bingo! Bingo! I'm in love

Number two, Little Boy Blue, is what I used to be
Number four, on the floor, so full of misery
Till she was sweet, my key of the door and now we're hand-in-glove
Bingo! Bingo! I'm in love

Hear my heart go clickety-click when I'm with my box-o-tricks
Number seven, I'm in heaven, gazing at those legs eleven

Lucky for some proved to be a lucky day for me
Number eight, at the gate, she said she'd marry me
Like two little ducks and a cock and hen, we coo like turtle doves
Bingo! Bingo! I'm in love

(Kelly's eye), I'm the guy and she's my number one
(Number three), Up a tree, she's got me on the run
(Number five), Man alive, by all the stars above
(Bingo!) Bingo! I'm in love

(Number two), Little Boy Blue, is what I used to be
(Number four), On the floor, so full of misery
Till she was sweet, my key of the door and now we're hand-in-glove
Bingo! Bingo! I'm in love

Hear my heart go clickety-click when I'm with my box-o-tricks
Number seven, I'm in heaven, gazing at those legs eleven

Lucky for some proved to be a lucky day for me
Number eight, at the gate, she said she'd marry me
Like two little ducks and a cock and hen, we coo like turtle doves
Bingo! Bingo! I'm in love
(Bingo! He's in love) BINGO!
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"Fings Ain't What They Used T' Be"
Sung By Max Bygraves 1960

Starts off with backing singers (male) singing Hey do use a favour

They changed our local Palais into a bowling alley and
Things ain't what they used to be (chorus)

There's Teds in drainpipe trousers and Debs in coffee houses and
Things ain't what they used to be (chorus)

There used to be Trams not very quick
Gotcha from place to place

But now there's just jams half a mile thick
I'm walking

They stuck parking meters outside our doors to greet us
Things ain't what they used to be (chorus)

Corr monkeys flying round the moon
We'll be up there with em soon
Things ain't what they used to be (chorus)

Once our beer was frothy but now its frothy coffee well
Things ain't what they used to be (chorus)

It used to be fun Dad an old Mum paddling down old Southend
But now it ain't done
Never mind chum
Paris is now where we spend our outings

Grandma used to try an shock us all
Doing a knees up the Parker Nall
Things ain't what they used to be (chorus)

We used to have stars
Singers who sung
Itchy mallard G (edit- that's what it sounds like anyways)

There buying Guitars plinkty plonk
Backing their selves with three chords only

Ones we'd dance from 12 to 3
I've got news for Elvis P

Things ain't what they used taa
There's a lot we used taa
Things ain't what they used taa beeeee
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REFLECTIONS OF MY LIFE
The Marmalade ~ 1969

"The changing of sunlight to moonlight
Reflections of my life, oh, how they fill my eyes
The greetings of people in trouble
Reflections of my life, oh, how they fill my mind

All my sorrows, sad tomorrows
Take me back to my own home
All my cryings (all my cryings), feel I'm dying, dying
Take me back to my own home (oh I'm going home)

I'm changing, arranging, I'm changing
I'm changing everything, ah, everything around me

The world is a bad place, a bad place
A terrible place to live, oh, but i don't wanna die."
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"White Rabbit" ~ Jefferson Airplane
written by Grace Slick ~ 1967

One pill makes you larger,
And one pill makes you small,
And the ones that mother gives you,
Don’t do anything at all.
Go ask Alice,
When she’s ten feet tall.

And if you go chasing rabbits,
And you know you’re going to fall,
Tell’em a hookah smoking caterpillar,
Has given you the call.
Call Alice,
When she was just as small.

When the men on the chessboard,
Get up and tell you where to go,
And you’ve just had some kind of mushroom,
And your mind is moving low.
Go ask Alice,
I think she’ll know.

When logic and proportion,
Have fallen softly dead,
And the White Knight is talking backwards,
And the Red Queen’s “off with her head!”
Remember what the Dormouse said.
Feed your head, Feed your head!
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