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Cabaret
Ute Lemper
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Fred Ebb
John Kander
THEMES
Names
Food and Drink
Celebration
Places
Time
GENRES
Showtunes
YEAR
1987
What good is sitting alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.
Put down the knitting,
The book and the broom.
It's time for a holiday.
Life is Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.
Come taste the wine,
Come hear the band.
Come blow your horn,
Start celebrating,
Right this way,
Your table's waiting.
What goods admitting
some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away?
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
So come to the Cabaret!
I used to have this girlfriend
known as Elsie.
With whom I shared
Four sordid rooms in Chelsea.
She wasn't what you'd call
A blushing flower,
As a matter of fact
She rented by the hour.
The day she died the neighbours
came to snicker:
"Well, that's what comes
from to much pills and liquor."
But when I saw her laid out like a Queen,
She was the happiest corpse
I'd ever seen.
I think of Elsie to this very day.
I'd remember how'd she turn to me and say:
"What good is sitting all alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret."
And as for me, and as for me,
I made up my mind back in Chelsea,
When I go, I'm going like Elsie.
Start by admitting,
From cradle to tomb,
It isn't that long a stay.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
It's only a Cabaret, old chum,
And I love a Cabaret!
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.
Put down the knitting,
The book and the broom.
It's time for a holiday.
Life is Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.
Come taste the wine,
Come hear the band.
Come blow your horn,
Start celebrating,
Right this way,
Your table's waiting.
What goods admitting
some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away?
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
So come to the Cabaret!
I used to have this girlfriend
known as Elsie.
With whom I shared
Four sordid rooms in Chelsea.
She wasn't what you'd call
A blushing flower,
As a matter of fact
She rented by the hour.
The day she died the neighbours
came to snicker:
"Well, that's what comes
from to much pills and liquor."
But when I saw her laid out like a Queen,
She was the happiest corpse
I'd ever seen.
I think of Elsie to this very day.
I'd remember how'd she turn to me and say:
"What good is sitting all alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret."
And as for me, and as for me,
I made up my mind back in Chelsea,
When I go, I'm going like Elsie.
Start by admitting,
From cradle to tomb,
It isn't that long a stay.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
It's only a Cabaret, old chum,
And I love a Cabaret!
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Cabaret
Dee Snider
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Fred Ebb
John Kander
THEMES
Names
Food and Drink
Celebration
Places
Time
GENRES
Rock
Showtunes
YEAR
2012
What good is sitting alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.
Put down the knitting,
The book and the broom.
It's time for a holiday.
Life is Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.
Come taste the wine,
Come hear the band.
Come blow your horn,
Start celebrating,
Right this way,
Your table's waiting.
What goods admitting
some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away?
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
So come to the Cabaret!
I used to have this girlfriend
known as Elsie.
With whom I shared
Four sordid rooms in Chelsea.
She wasn't what you'd call
A blushing flower,
As a matter of fact
She rented by the hour.
The day she died the neighbours
came to snicker:
"Well, that's what comes
from to much pills and liquor."
But when I saw her laid out like a Queen,
She was the happiest corpse
I'd ever seen.
I think of Elsie to this very day.
I'd remember how'd she turn to me and say:
"What good is sitting all alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret."
And as for me, and as for me,
I made up my mind back in Chelsea,
When I go, I'm going like Elsie.
Start by admitting,
From cradle to tomb,
It isn't that long a stay.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
It's only a Cabaret, old chum,
And I love a Cabaret!
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.
Put down the knitting,
The book and the broom.
It's time for a holiday.
Life is Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.
Come taste the wine,
Come hear the band.
Come blow your horn,
Start celebrating,
Right this way,
Your table's waiting.
What goods admitting
some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away?
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
So come to the Cabaret!
I used to have this girlfriend
known as Elsie.
With whom I shared
Four sordid rooms in Chelsea.
She wasn't what you'd call
A blushing flower,
As a matter of fact
She rented by the hour.
The day she died the neighbours
came to snicker:
"Well, that's what comes
from to much pills and liquor."
But when I saw her laid out like a Queen,
She was the happiest corpse
I'd ever seen.
I think of Elsie to this very day.
I'd remember how'd she turn to me and say:
"What good is sitting all alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret."
And as for me, and as for me,
I made up my mind back in Chelsea,
When I go, I'm going like Elsie.
Start by admitting,
From cradle to tomb,
It isn't that long a stay.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
It's only a Cabaret, old chum,
And I love a Cabaret!
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Cabaret
Louis Armstrong
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Fred Ebb
John Kander
THEMES
Names
Food and Drink
Celebration
Places
Time
GENRES
Jazz
Showtunes
YEAR
1965
What good is sitting alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.
Put down the knitting,
The book and the broom.
It's time for a holiday.
Life is Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.
Come taste the wine,
Come hear the band.
Come blow your horn,
Start celebrating,
Right this way,
Your table's waiting.
What goods admitting
some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away?
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
So come to the Cabaret!
I used to have this girlfriend
known as Elsie.
With whom I shared
Four sordid rooms in Chelsea.
She wasn't what you'd call
A blushing flower,
As a matter of fact
She rented by the hour.
The day she died the neighbours
came to snicker:
"Well, that's what comes
from to much pills and liquor."
But when I saw her laid out like a Queen,
She was the happiest corpse
I'd ever seen.
I think of Elsie to this very day.
I'd remember how'd she turn to me and say:
"What good is sitting all alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret."
And as for me, and as for me,
I made up my mind back in Chelsea,
When I go, I'm going like Elsie.
Start by admitting,
From cradle to tomb,
It isn't that long a stay.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
It's only a Cabaret, old chum,
And I love a Cabaret!
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.
Put down the knitting,
The book and the broom.
It's time for a holiday.
Life is Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.
Come taste the wine,
Come hear the band.
Come blow your horn,
Start celebrating,
Right this way,
Your table's waiting.
What goods admitting
some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away?
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
So come to the Cabaret!
I used to have this girlfriend
known as Elsie.
With whom I shared
Four sordid rooms in Chelsea.
She wasn't what you'd call
A blushing flower,
As a matter of fact
She rented by the hour.
The day she died the neighbours
came to snicker:
"Well, that's what comes
from to much pills and liquor."
But when I saw her laid out like a Queen,
She was the happiest corpse
I'd ever seen.
I think of Elsie to this very day.
I'd remember how'd she turn to me and say:
"What good is sitting all alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret."
And as for me, and as for me,
I made up my mind back in Chelsea,
When I go, I'm going like Elsie.
Start by admitting,
From cradle to tomb,
It isn't that long a stay.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
It's only a Cabaret, old chum,
And I love a Cabaret!
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Cabaret
Tom Jones
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Fred Ebb
John Kander
THEMES
Names
Food and Drink
Celebration
Places
Time
GENRES
Soul
Pop
Showtunes
YEAR
1970
What good is sitting alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.
Put down the knitting,
The book and the broom.
It's time for a holiday.
Life is Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.
Come taste the wine,
Come hear the band.
Come blow your horn,
Start celebrating,
Right this way,
Your table's waiting.
What goods admitting
some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away?
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
So come to the Cabaret!
I used to have this girlfriend
known as Elsie.
With whom I shared
Four sordid rooms in Chelsea.
She wasn't what you'd call
A blushing flower,
As a matter of fact
She rented by the hour.
The day she died the neighbours
came to snicker:
"Well, that's what comes
from to much pills and liquor."
But when I saw her laid out like a Queen,
She was the happiest corpse
I'd ever seen.
I think of Elsie to this very day.
I'd remember how'd she turn to me and say:
"What good is sitting all alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret."
And as for me, and as for me,
I made up my mind back in Chelsea,
When I go, I'm going like Elsie.
Start by admitting,
From cradle to tomb,
It isn't that long a stay.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
It's only a Cabaret, old chum,
And I love a Cabaret!
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.
Put down the knitting,
The book and the broom.
It's time for a holiday.
Life is Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.
Come taste the wine,
Come hear the band.
Come blow your horn,
Start celebrating,
Right this way,
Your table's waiting.
What goods admitting
some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away?
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
So come to the Cabaret!
I used to have this girlfriend
known as Elsie.
With whom I shared
Four sordid rooms in Chelsea.
She wasn't what you'd call
A blushing flower,
As a matter of fact
She rented by the hour.
The day she died the neighbours
came to snicker:
"Well, that's what comes
from to much pills and liquor."
But when I saw her laid out like a Queen,
She was the happiest corpse
I'd ever seen.
I think of Elsie to this very day.
I'd remember how'd she turn to me and say:
"What good is sitting all alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret."
And as for me, and as for me,
I made up my mind back in Chelsea,
When I go, I'm going like Elsie.
Start by admitting,
From cradle to tomb,
It isn't that long a stay.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
It's only a Cabaret, old chum,
And I love a Cabaret!
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Cabaret
"And The World Goes 'Round" (Original Broadway Production)
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Fred Ebb
John Kander
THEMES
Names
Food and Drink
Celebration
Places
Time
GENRES
Showtunes
YEAR
1991
What good is sitting alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.
Put down the knitting,
The book and the broom.
It's time for a holiday.
Life is Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.
Come taste the wine,
Come hear the band.
Come blow your horn,
Start celebrating,
Right this way,
Your table's waiting.
What goods admitting
some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away?
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
So come to the Cabaret!
I used to have this girlfriend
known as Elsie.
With whom I shared
Four sordid rooms in Chelsea.
She wasn't what you'd call
A blushing flower,
As a matter of fact
She rented by the hour.
The day she died the neighbours
came to snicker:
"Well, that's what comes
from to much pills and liquor."
But when I saw her laid out like a Queen,
She was the happiest corpse
I'd ever seen.
I think of Elsie to this very day.
I'd remember how'd she turn to me and say:
"What good is sitting all alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret."
And as for me, and as for me,
I made up my mind back in Chelsea,
When I go, I'm going like Elsie.
Start by admitting,
From cradle to tomb,
It isn't that long a stay.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
It's only a Cabaret, old chum,
And I love a Cabaret!
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.
Put down the knitting,
The book and the broom.
It's time for a holiday.
Life is Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.
Come taste the wine,
Come hear the band.
Come blow your horn,
Start celebrating,
Right this way,
Your table's waiting.
What goods admitting
some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away?
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
So come to the Cabaret!
I used to have this girlfriend
known as Elsie.
With whom I shared
Four sordid rooms in Chelsea.
She wasn't what you'd call
A blushing flower,
As a matter of fact
She rented by the hour.
The day she died the neighbours
came to snicker:
"Well, that's what comes
from to much pills and liquor."
But when I saw her laid out like a Queen,
She was the happiest corpse
I'd ever seen.
I think of Elsie to this very day.
I'd remember how'd she turn to me and say:
"What good is sitting all alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret."
And as for me, and as for me,
I made up my mind back in Chelsea,
When I go, I'm going like Elsie.
Start by admitting,
From cradle to tomb,
It isn't that long a stay.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
It's only a Cabaret, old chum,
And I love a Cabaret!
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Cabaret
Liza Minnelli
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Fred Ebb
John Kander
THEMES
Names
Food and Drink
Celebration
Places
Time
GENRES
Showtunes
YEAR
1972
What good is sitting alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.
Put down the knitting,
The book and the broom.
It's time for a holiday.
Life is Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.
Come taste the wine,
Come hear the band.
Come blow your horn,
Start celebrating,
Right this way,
Your table's waiting.
What goods admitting
some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away?
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
So come to the Cabaret!
I used to have this girlfriend
known as Elsie.
With whom I shared
Four sordid rooms in Chelsea.
She wasn't what you'd call
A blushing flower,
As a matter of fact
She rented by the hour.
The day she died the neighbours
came to snicker:
"Well, that's what comes
from to much pills and liquor."
But when I saw her laid out like a Queen,
She was the happiest corpse
I'd ever seen.
I think of Elsie to this very day.
I'd remember how'd she turn to me and say:
"What good is sitting all alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret."
And as for me, and as for me,
I made up my mind back in Chelsea,
When I go, I'm going like Elsie.
Start by admitting,
From cradle to tomb,
It isn't that long a stay.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
It's only a Cabaret, old chum,
And I love a Cabaret!
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.
Put down the knitting,
The book and the broom.
It's time for a holiday.
Life is Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.
Come taste the wine,
Come hear the band.
Come blow your horn,
Start celebrating,
Right this way,
Your table's waiting.
What goods admitting
some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away?
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
So come to the Cabaret!
I used to have this girlfriend
known as Elsie.
With whom I shared
Four sordid rooms in Chelsea.
She wasn't what you'd call
A blushing flower,
As a matter of fact
She rented by the hour.
The day she died the neighbours
came to snicker:
"Well, that's what comes
from to much pills and liquor."
But when I saw her laid out like a Queen,
She was the happiest corpse
I'd ever seen.
I think of Elsie to this very day.
I'd remember how'd she turn to me and say:
"What good is sitting all alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret."
And as for me, and as for me,
I made up my mind back in Chelsea,
When I go, I'm going like Elsie.
Start by admitting,
From cradle to tomb,
It isn't that long a stay.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
It's only a Cabaret, old chum,
And I love a Cabaret!
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California
Phanton Planet
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Al Jolson
Alex Greenwald
Buddy DeSylva
Darren Robinson
Jacques Brautbar
Jason Schwartzman
Joseph Meyer
Sam Farrar
THEMES
Weather
Places
Numbers
GENRES
Rock
YEAR
2001
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California Here I Come
Al Jolson
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Al Jolson
Buddy DeSylva
Joseph Meyer
THEMES
Love
Weather
Country/Nature
Places
Colours
Animals
GENRES
Easy Listening
Vintage
YEAR
1924
When the wintry winds starts blowing
And the snow is starting in the fall
Then my eyes went westward knowing
That's the place that i love best of all
California i've been blue
Since i've been away from you
I can't wait 'till i get blowing
Even now i'm starting in a call
California, Here I Come
Right back where I started from
where bowers of flowers
bloom in the spring
each morning at dawning
birdies sing at everything
a sunkissed miss said, "Don't be late!"
that's why I can hardly wait
open up that golden gate
California, Here I Come
California, Here I Come (yeaaaaaah!)
Right back where I started from
where bowers of flowers
bloom in the spring
each morning at dawning
birdies sing at everything
a sunkissed miss said, "Don't be late!"
that's why I can hardly wait (come on!)
open up (open up! open up!) that golden gate
California, Here I Come
And the snow is starting in the fall
Then my eyes went westward knowing
That's the place that i love best of all
California i've been blue
Since i've been away from you
I can't wait 'till i get blowing
Even now i'm starting in a call
California, Here I Come
Right back where I started from
where bowers of flowers
bloom in the spring
each morning at dawning
birdies sing at everything
a sunkissed miss said, "Don't be late!"
that's why I can hardly wait
open up that golden gate
California, Here I Come
California, Here I Come (yeaaaaaah!)
Right back where I started from
where bowers of flowers
bloom in the spring
each morning at dawning
birdies sing at everything
a sunkissed miss said, "Don't be late!"
that's why I can hardly wait (come on!)
open up (open up! open up!) that golden gate
California, Here I Come
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California Here I Come
Cliff Edwards
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Al Jolson
Buddy DeSylva
Joseph Meyer
THEMES
Love
Weather
Country/Nature
Places
Colours
Animals
GENRES
Vintage
YEAR
1924
When the wintry winds starts blowing
And the snow is starting in the fall
Then my eyes went westward knowing
That's the place that i love best of all
California i've been blue
Since i've been away from you
I can't wait 'till i get blowing
Even now i'm starting in a call
California, Here I Come
Right back where I started from
where bowers of flowers
bloom in the spring
each morning at dawning
birdies sing at everything
a sunkissed miss said, "Don't be late!"
that's why I can hardly wait
open up that golden gate
California, Here I Come
California, Here I Come (yeaaaaaah!)
Right back where I started from
where bowers of flowers
bloom in the spring
each morning at dawning
birdies sing at everything
a sunkissed miss said, "Don't be late!"
that's why I can hardly wait (come on!)
open up (open up! open up!) that golden gate
California, Here I Come
And the snow is starting in the fall
Then my eyes went westward knowing
That's the place that i love best of all
California i've been blue
Since i've been away from you
I can't wait 'till i get blowing
Even now i'm starting in a call
California, Here I Come
Right back where I started from
where bowers of flowers
bloom in the spring
each morning at dawning
birdies sing at everything
a sunkissed miss said, "Don't be late!"
that's why I can hardly wait
open up that golden gate
California, Here I Come
California, Here I Come (yeaaaaaah!)
Right back where I started from
where bowers of flowers
bloom in the spring
each morning at dawning
birdies sing at everything
a sunkissed miss said, "Don't be late!"
that's why I can hardly wait (come on!)
open up (open up! open up!) that golden gate
California, Here I Come
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California Here I Come
Freddy Cannon
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Al Jolson
Buddy DeSylva
Joseph Meyer
THEMES
Love
Weather
Country/Nature
Places
Colours
Animals
GENRES
Pop
YEAR
1959
When the wintry winds starts blowing
And the snow is starting in the fall
Then my eyes went westward knowing
That's the place that i love best of all
California i've been blue
Since i've been away from you
I can't wait 'till i get blowing
Even now i'm starting in a call
California, Here I Come
Right back where I started from
where bowers of flowers
bloom in the spring
each morning at dawning
birdies sing at everything
a sunkissed miss said, "Don't be late!"
that's why I can hardly wait
open up that golden gate
California, Here I Come
California, Here I Come (yeaaaaaah!)
Right back where I started from
where bowers of flowers
bloom in the spring
each morning at dawning
birdies sing at everything
a sunkissed miss said, "Don't be late!"
that's why I can hardly wait (come on!)
open up (open up! open up!) that golden gate
California, Here I Come
And the snow is starting in the fall
Then my eyes went westward knowing
That's the place that i love best of all
California i've been blue
Since i've been away from you
I can't wait 'till i get blowing
Even now i'm starting in a call
California, Here I Come
Right back where I started from
where bowers of flowers
bloom in the spring
each morning at dawning
birdies sing at everything
a sunkissed miss said, "Don't be late!"
that's why I can hardly wait
open up that golden gate
California, Here I Come
California, Here I Come (yeaaaaaah!)
Right back where I started from
where bowers of flowers
bloom in the spring
each morning at dawning
birdies sing at everything
a sunkissed miss said, "Don't be late!"
that's why I can hardly wait (come on!)
open up (open up! open up!) that golden gate
California, Here I Come
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California Here I Come
The Boswell Sisters
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Al Jolson
Buddy DeSylva
Joseph Meyer
THEMES
Love
Weather
Country/Nature
Places
Colours
Animals
GENRES
Vintage
YEAR
1932
When the wintry winds starts blowing
And the snow is starting in the fall
Then my eyes went westward knowing
That's the place that i love best of all
California i've been blue
Since i've been away from you
I can't wait 'till i get blowing
Even now i'm starting in a call
California, Here I Come
Right back where I started from
where bowers of flowers
bloom in the spring
each morning at dawning
birdies sing at everything
a sunkissed miss said, "Don't be late!"
that's why I can hardly wait
open up that golden gate
California, Here I Come
California, Here I Come (yeaaaaaah!)
Right back where I started from
where bowers of flowers
bloom in the spring
each morning at dawning
birdies sing at everything
a sunkissed miss said, "Don't be late!"
that's why I can hardly wait (come on!)
open up (open up! open up!) that golden gate
California, Here I Come
And the snow is starting in the fall
Then my eyes went westward knowing
That's the place that i love best of all
California i've been blue
Since i've been away from you
I can't wait 'till i get blowing
Even now i'm starting in a call
California, Here I Come
Right back where I started from
where bowers of flowers
bloom in the spring
each morning at dawning
birdies sing at everything
a sunkissed miss said, "Don't be late!"
that's why I can hardly wait
open up that golden gate
California, Here I Come
California, Here I Come (yeaaaaaah!)
Right back where I started from
where bowers of flowers
bloom in the spring
each morning at dawning
birdies sing at everything
a sunkissed miss said, "Don't be late!"
that's why I can hardly wait (come on!)
open up (open up! open up!) that golden gate
California, Here I Come
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California Here I Come
Ray Charles
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Al Jolson
Buddy DeSylva
Joseph Meyer
THEMES
Love
Weather
Country/Nature
Places
Colours
Animals
GENRES
Jazz
R&B/Soul
YEAR
1960
When the wintry winds starts blowing
And the snow is starting in the fall
Then my eyes went westward knowing
That's the place that i love best of all
California i've been blue
Since i've been away from you
I can't wait 'till i get blowing
Even now i'm starting in a call
California, Here I Come
Right back where I started from
where bowers of flowers
bloom in the spring
each morning at dawning
birdies sing at everything
a sunkissed miss said, "Don't be late!"
that's why I can hardly wait
open up that golden gate
California, Here I Come
California, Here I Come (yeaaaaaah!)
Right back where I started from
where bowers of flowers
bloom in the spring
each morning at dawning
birdies sing at everything
a sunkissed miss said, "Don't be late!"
that's why I can hardly wait (come on!)
open up (open up! open up!) that golden gate
California, Here I Come
And the snow is starting in the fall
Then my eyes went westward knowing
That's the place that i love best of all
California i've been blue
Since i've been away from you
I can't wait 'till i get blowing
Even now i'm starting in a call
California, Here I Come
Right back where I started from
where bowers of flowers
bloom in the spring
each morning at dawning
birdies sing at everything
a sunkissed miss said, "Don't be late!"
that's why I can hardly wait
open up that golden gate
California, Here I Come
California, Here I Come (yeaaaaaah!)
Right back where I started from
where bowers of flowers
bloom in the spring
each morning at dawning
birdies sing at everything
a sunkissed miss said, "Don't be late!"
that's why I can hardly wait (come on!)
open up (open up! open up!) that golden gate
California, Here I Come
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California Here I Come
Jackie Wilson
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Al Jolson
Buddy DeSylva
Joseph Meyer
THEMES
Love
Weather
Country/Nature
Places
Animals
GENRES
Jazz
YEAR
1961
When the wintry winds starts blowing
And the snow is starting in the fall
Then my eyes went westward knowing
That's the place that i love best of all
California i've been blue
Since i've been away from you
I can't wait 'till i get blowing
Even now i'm starting in a call
California, Here I Come
Right back where I started from
where bowers of flowers
bloom in the spring
each morning at dawning
birdies sing at everything
a sunkissed miss said, "Don't be late!"
that's why I can hardly wait
open up that golden gate
California, Here I Come
California, Here I Come (yeaaaaaah!)
Right back where I started from
where bowers of flowers
bloom in the spring
each morning at dawning
birdies sing at everything
a sunkissed miss said, "Don't be late!"
that's why I can hardly wait (come on!)
open up (open up! open up!) that golden gate
California, Here I Come
And the snow is starting in the fall
Then my eyes went westward knowing
That's the place that i love best of all
California i've been blue
Since i've been away from you
I can't wait 'till i get blowing
Even now i'm starting in a call
California, Here I Come
Right back where I started from
where bowers of flowers
bloom in the spring
each morning at dawning
birdies sing at everything
a sunkissed miss said, "Don't be late!"
that's why I can hardly wait
open up that golden gate
California, Here I Come
California, Here I Come (yeaaaaaah!)
Right back where I started from
where bowers of flowers
bloom in the spring
each morning at dawning
birdies sing at everything
a sunkissed miss said, "Don't be late!"
that's why I can hardly wait (come on!)
open up (open up! open up!) that golden gate
California, Here I Come
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California Here I Come
Freddy Cannon
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Al Jolson
Buddy DeSylva
Joseph Meyer
THEMES
Love
Weather
Country/Nature
Places
Colours
Animals
GENRES
Rock 'n' Roll
YEAR
1959
When the wintry winds starts blowing
And the snow is starting in the fall
Then my eyes went westward knowing
That's the place that i love best of all
California i've been blue
Since i've been away from you
I can't wait 'till i get blowing
Even now i'm starting in a call
California, Here I Come
Right back where I started from
where bowers of flowers
bloom in the spring
each morning at dawning
birdies sing at everything
a sunkissed miss said, "Don't be late!"
that's why I can hardly wait
open up that golden gate
California, Here I Come
California, Here I Come (yeaaaaaah!)
Right back where I started from
where bowers of flowers
bloom in the spring
each morning at dawning
birdies sing at everything
a sunkissed miss said, "Don't be late!"
that's why I can hardly wait (come on!)
open up (open up! open up!) that golden gate
California, Here I Come
And the snow is starting in the fall
Then my eyes went westward knowing
That's the place that i love best of all
California i've been blue
Since i've been away from you
I can't wait 'till i get blowing
Even now i'm starting in a call
California, Here I Come
Right back where I started from
where bowers of flowers
bloom in the spring
each morning at dawning
birdies sing at everything
a sunkissed miss said, "Don't be late!"
that's why I can hardly wait
open up that golden gate
California, Here I Come
California, Here I Come (yeaaaaaah!)
Right back where I started from
where bowers of flowers
bloom in the spring
each morning at dawning
birdies sing at everything
a sunkissed miss said, "Don't be late!"
that's why I can hardly wait (come on!)
open up (open up! open up!) that golden gate
California, Here I Come
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Can't Be Doing With Love
Cicada
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Aaron Gilbert
Alex Payne
Ben Onono
THEMES
Memories/Nostalgia
Love
Places
GENRES
Dance
Easy Listening
YEAR
2006
I fear no high, I fear no low
I'm putting my faith in the one who knows
I give my life to the winds
Show me a place where I begin
'Cos I don't know where secrets go
Lies in the bottom of the river flow
'Cos life's too short for getting too long
Can't be doing any more with love
Oohh
Said I can't be doing any more with love
Oohh (repeat)
I've done my time, I've paid my dues
I packed my bags and away I flew
I tried so hard to steady fast
Love's forever as long as it lasts
A crazy chance, a quick fix high
Running on empty hearts desire
Life's too short for getting too long
So why be doing any more with love
Oohh
Said I can't be doing any more with love
Oohh (repeat)
But if you want to try again
Maybe one more chance to try again
(improv)
I can't be doing
I can't be doing any more with love
I'm putting my faith in the one who knows
I give my life to the winds
Show me a place where I begin
'Cos I don't know where secrets go
Lies in the bottom of the river flow
'Cos life's too short for getting too long
Can't be doing any more with love
Oohh
Said I can't be doing any more with love
Oohh (repeat)
I've done my time, I've paid my dues
I packed my bags and away I flew
I tried so hard to steady fast
Love's forever as long as it lasts
A crazy chance, a quick fix high
Running on empty hearts desire
Life's too short for getting too long
So why be doing any more with love
Oohh
Said I can't be doing any more with love
Oohh (repeat)
But if you want to try again
Maybe one more chance to try again
(improv)
I can't be doing
I can't be doing any more with love
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Casey Jones
Johnny Cash
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Johnny Cash
THEMES
Names
Memories/Nostalgia
Places
Transport
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
1963
Come all you rounders if you wanna hear
The story about a brave engineer
Casey Jones was the roller's name
On a 68 wheeler course he rode to fame
Caller called Casey bout half past four
He kissed his wife at the station door
He climbed in the cabin with his orders in his hand
Said this is the trip to the Promised Land
Casey Jones climbed in a cabin
Casey Jones orders in his hand
Casey Jones leanin' out the window
Taking a trip to the Promised Land
Through South Memphis Yards on a fly
Rain been a fallin' and the water was high
Everybody knew by the engine's moan
That the man at the throttle was Casey Jones
Well Jones said fireman now don't you fret
Sam Webb said I ain't a givin' up yet
We're eight hours late with the southbound mail
We'll be on time or we're leavin' the rails
Casey Jones climbed in a cabin
Casey Jones orders in his hand
Casey Jones leanin' out the window
Taking a trip to the Promised Land
Dead on the rail was a passenger train
Blood was a boilin' in Casey's brain
Casey said hey now look out ahead
Sam jump, Sam jump or we'll all be dead
With a hand on a whistle and a hand on a brake
North Mississippi was wide awake
I see railroad official said
He's a good engineer to be a laying dead
Casey Jones climbed in the cabin
Casey Jones orders in his hand
Casey Jones leanin' out the window
Taking a trip to the Promised Land
Headaches and heartaches and all kind of pain
Are all the part of a railroad train
Sweat and toil, the good and the grand
Are part of the life of a railroad man
Casey Jones climbed in the cabin
Casey Jones orders in his hand
Casey Jones leanin' out the window
Taking a trip to the Promised Land
The story about a brave engineer
Casey Jones was the roller's name
On a 68 wheeler course he rode to fame
Caller called Casey bout half past four
He kissed his wife at the station door
He climbed in the cabin with his orders in his hand
Said this is the trip to the Promised Land
Casey Jones climbed in a cabin
Casey Jones orders in his hand
Casey Jones leanin' out the window
Taking a trip to the Promised Land
Through South Memphis Yards on a fly
Rain been a fallin' and the water was high
Everybody knew by the engine's moan
That the man at the throttle was Casey Jones
Well Jones said fireman now don't you fret
Sam Webb said I ain't a givin' up yet
We're eight hours late with the southbound mail
We'll be on time or we're leavin' the rails
Casey Jones climbed in a cabin
Casey Jones orders in his hand
Casey Jones leanin' out the window
Taking a trip to the Promised Land
Dead on the rail was a passenger train
Blood was a boilin' in Casey's brain
Casey said hey now look out ahead
Sam jump, Sam jump or we'll all be dead
With a hand on a whistle and a hand on a brake
North Mississippi was wide awake
I see railroad official said
He's a good engineer to be a laying dead
Casey Jones climbed in the cabin
Casey Jones orders in his hand
Casey Jones leanin' out the window
Taking a trip to the Promised Land
Headaches and heartaches and all kind of pain
Are all the part of a railroad train
Sweat and toil, the good and the grand
Are part of the life of a railroad man
Casey Jones climbed in the cabin
Casey Jones orders in his hand
Casey Jones leanin' out the window
Taking a trip to the Promised Land
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Ceiling Unlimited
Rush
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Alex Lifeson
Geddy Lee
Neil Peart
THEMES
Country/Nature
Places
Time
GENRES
Rock
YEAR
2001
It's not the heat
It's the inhumanity
Plugged into the sweat of a summer street
Machine gun images pass
Like malice through the looking glass
The slackjaw gaze
Of true profanity
Feels more like surrender than defeat
If culture is the curse, of the thinking class
If culture is the curse, of the thinking class
Ceiling unlimited
World so wide
Turn and turn again
Turn again
Feeling unlimited
Still unsatisfied
Changes never end
Never end
The vacant smile
Of true insanity
Dressed up in the mask of tragedy
Programmed for the guts and glands
Of idle minds and idle hands
I rest my case
Or at least my vanity
Dressed up in the mask of comedy
If laughter is a straw, for a drowning man
If laughter is a straw, for a drowning man
Ceiling unlimited
Windows open wide
Look and look again
Look again
Feeling unlimited
Eyes on the prize
Changes never end
Never end
Winding like an ancient river
The time is now again
Winding like an ancient river
The time is now again
The time is now again
The time is now again
The time is now again
(The time is now again)
The time is now again
(The time is now again)
(The time is now again)
Ceiling unlimited
World so wide
Turn and turn again
Turn again
Feeling unlimited
Still unsatisfied
Changes never end
Never end
Changes never end
Never end
Changes never end
Never end
(Winding like an ancient river)
Winding like an endless river
(Winding like an ancient river)
Winding like an ancient river
The time is now again
Hope is like an endless river
The time is now again
It's the inhumanity
Plugged into the sweat of a summer street
Machine gun images pass
Like malice through the looking glass
The slackjaw gaze
Of true profanity
Feels more like surrender than defeat
If culture is the curse, of the thinking class
If culture is the curse, of the thinking class
Ceiling unlimited
World so wide
Turn and turn again
Turn again
Feeling unlimited
Still unsatisfied
Changes never end
Never end
The vacant smile
Of true insanity
Dressed up in the mask of tragedy
Programmed for the guts and glands
Of idle minds and idle hands
I rest my case
Or at least my vanity
Dressed up in the mask of comedy
If laughter is a straw, for a drowning man
If laughter is a straw, for a drowning man
Ceiling unlimited
Windows open wide
Look and look again
Look again
Feeling unlimited
Eyes on the prize
Changes never end
Never end
Winding like an ancient river
The time is now again
Winding like an ancient river
The time is now again
The time is now again
The time is now again
The time is now again
(The time is now again)
The time is now again
(The time is now again)
(The time is now again)
Ceiling unlimited
World so wide
Turn and turn again
Turn again
Feeling unlimited
Still unsatisfied
Changes never end
Never end
Changes never end
Never end
Changes never end
Never end
(Winding like an ancient river)
Winding like an endless river
(Winding like an ancient river)
Winding like an ancient river
The time is now again
Hope is like an endless river
The time is now again
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Centerpiece
Joni Mitchell
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Harry Edison
Jon Hendricks
THEMES
Names
Dreams
Love
Places
Colours
Time
Numbers
Money
Animals
GENRES
Pop
Folk
YEAR
1975
Heatwaves on the runway
As the wheels set down
He takes his baggage off the carousel
He takes a taxi into town
Yellow schools of taxi fishes
Jonah in a ticking whale
Caught up at the light in the fishnet windows
Of Bloomingdale's
Watching those high fashion girls
Skinny black models with Raveen curls
Beauty parlor blondes with credit card eyes
Looking for the chic and the fancy
To buy
He opens up his suitcase
In the continental suite
And people twenty stories down
Colored currents in the street
A helicopter lands on the Pan Am roof
Like a dragonfly on a tomb
And business men in button downs
Press into conference rooms
Battalions of paper-minded males
Talking commodities and sales
While at home their paper wives
And paper kids
Paper the walls to keep their gut reactions hid
Yellow checkers for the kitchen
Climbing ivy for the bath
She is lost in House and Gardens
He's caught up in Chief of Staff
He drifts off into the memory
Of the way she looked in school
With her body oiled and shining
At the public swimming pool ...
* * *
The more I'm with you, pretty baby
The more I feel my love increase
I'm building all my dreams around you
Our happiness will never cease
'Cause nothing's any good without you
Baby you're my centerpiece
We'll find a house and garden somewhere
Along a country road a piece
A little cottage on the outskirts
Where we can really find release
'Cause nothing's any good without you
Baby you're my centerpiece
* * *
...Shining hair and shining skin
Shining as she reeled him in
To tell him like she did today
Just what he could do with Harry's House
And Harry's take home pay
As the wheels set down
He takes his baggage off the carousel
He takes a taxi into town
Yellow schools of taxi fishes
Jonah in a ticking whale
Caught up at the light in the fishnet windows
Of Bloomingdale's
Watching those high fashion girls
Skinny black models with Raveen curls
Beauty parlor blondes with credit card eyes
Looking for the chic and the fancy
To buy
He opens up his suitcase
In the continental suite
And people twenty stories down
Colored currents in the street
A helicopter lands on the Pan Am roof
Like a dragonfly on a tomb
And business men in button downs
Press into conference rooms
Battalions of paper-minded males
Talking commodities and sales
While at home their paper wives
And paper kids
Paper the walls to keep their gut reactions hid
Yellow checkers for the kitchen
Climbing ivy for the bath
She is lost in House and Gardens
He's caught up in Chief of Staff
He drifts off into the memory
Of the way she looked in school
With her body oiled and shining
At the public swimming pool ...
* * *
The more I'm with you, pretty baby
The more I feel my love increase
I'm building all my dreams around you
Our happiness will never cease
'Cause nothing's any good without you
Baby you're my centerpiece
We'll find a house and garden somewhere
Along a country road a piece
A little cottage on the outskirts
Where we can really find release
'Cause nothing's any good without you
Baby you're my centerpiece
* * *
...Shining hair and shining skin
Shining as she reeled him in
To tell him like she did today
Just what he could do with Harry's House
And Harry's take home pay
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