Gospel train is coming, better get your ticket right. Better get your house in order friend, coz that train's gonna be here tonight. Mighty lord she blows, Oah..... Oah..... Oaohooww.. Oh.... Sinnerman, Don't you think to ride this train, you'd better get your house in order, friend, coz that train's gonna be here tonight. Mighty lord she blows, Oah..... Oah..... Oaohooww.. Don't you hear the whistle blowing, don't you hear the bell toll, don't you hear the engine exhaustin' friend, you know that train's gonna be here tonight. Gospel train is coming, better get your ticket right. Better get your house in order friend, coz that train's gonna be here tonight. Mighty lord she blows, Oah..... Oah..... Oaohooww..

You with the sad eyes don't be discouraged though I realize it's hard to take courage in a world full of people you can lose sight of it all and the darkness inside you can make you fell so small But I see your true colors shining through I see your true colors and that's why I love you so don't be afraid to let them show your true colors true colors are beautiful like a rainbow Show me a smile then don't be unhappy, can't remember when I last saw you laughing if this world makes you crazy and you've taken all you can bear you call me up because you know I'll be there And I'll see your true colors...

Chorus: Behold the Lord High Executioner A personage of noble rank and title — A dignified and potent officer, Whose functions are particularly vital! Defer, defer, To the Lord High Executioner! Defer, defer, To the noble Lord, to the noble Lord, To the Lord High Executioner! Ko-Ko: Taken from the county jail By a set of curious chances; Liberated then on bail, On my own recognizances; Wafted by a favouring gale As one sometimes is in trances, To a height that few can scale, Save by long and weary dances; Surely, never had a male Under such like circumstances So adventurous a tale, Which may rank with most romances. Ko-Ko: Taken from the county jail By a set of curious chances; Surely, never had a male So adventurous a tale. Chorus: Taken from the county jail Liberated then on bail, Surely, never had a male So adventurous a tale. Chorus: Defer, defer, To the Lord High Executioner! Defer, defer, To the noble Lord, To the noble Lord High Executioner! Bow down, bow down, To the Lord High Executioner! Defer, defer, To the noble, noble Lord, To the High Executioner!

Basale romale iljave corale neka rovad korkori neka merad corori Nisam nikom sve do danas rekla ovo, sad cu naglas sad cu vikat nek' se cuje neka svijetom odvjekuje Ne znam da l' sam mrtva il' ziva od kad si mi skinuo krila ne sjecam se da sam sretna bila Dani su bez broja imena i boja od kad nisam tvoja ja Pjesma galebova mora preko mora a bez tebe ja ne mogu ni koraka

Seems like everybody's got a price I wonder how they sleep at night When the sale comes first And the truth comes second Just stop for a minute and smile Why is everybody so serious? Acting so damn mysterious Got your shades on your eyes And your heels so high That you can't even have a good time Everybody look to the left (yeah) Everybody look to the right Can you feel that (yeah) We'll pay them with love tonight It's not about the money, money, money We don't need your money, money, money We just wanna make the world dance Forget about the price tag Ain't about the (ha) cha-ching cha-ching Ain't about the (yeah) ba-bling ba-bling Wanna make the world dance Forget about the price tag We need to take it back in time When music made us all unite! And it wasn't low blows and video hoes, Am I the only one gettin' tired? Why is everybody so obsessed? Money can't buy us happiness Can we all slow down and enjoy right now Guarantee we'll be feelin' All right. Everybody look to the left (to the left) Everybody look to the right (to the right) Can you feel that (yeah) We'll pay them with love tonight... It's not about the money, money, money We don't need your money, money, money We just wanna make the world dance, Forget about the price tag Ain't about the (ha) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching. Ain't about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling Wanna make the world dance, Forget about the price tag.

A wandering minstrel I — A thing of shreds and patches, Of ballads, songs and snatches, And dreamy lullaby! My catalogue is long, Through every passion ranging, And to your humours changing I tune my supple song! I tune my supple song! Are you in sentimental mood? I'll sigh with you, Oh, sorrow, sorrow! On maiden's coldness do you brood? I'll do so, too — Oh, sorrow, sorrow! I'll charm your willing ears With songs of lovers' fears, While sympathetic tears My cheeks bedew — Oh, sorrow, sorrow! But if patriotic sentiment is wanted, I've patriotic ballads cut and dried; For where'er our country's banner may be planted, All other local banners are defied! Our warriors, in serried ranks assembled, Never quail — or they conceal it if they do — And I shouldn't be surprised if nations trembled Before the mighty troops of Titipu! Chorus: We shouldn't be surprised if nations trembled, Trembled with alarm Before the mighty troops, The troops of Titipu! Nanki-Poo: And if you call for a song of the sea, We'll heave the capstan round, With a yeo heave ho, for the wind is free, Her anchor's a-trip and her helm's a-lee, Hurrah for the homeward bound! Chorus: Yeo-ho — heave ho — Hurrah for the homeward bound! Nanki-Poo: To lay aloft in a howling breeze May tickle a landsman's taste, But the happiest hour a sailor sees Is when he's down At an inland town, With his Nancy on his knees, yeo ho! And his arm around her waist! Chorus: Then man the capstan — off we go, As the fiddler swings us round, With a yeo heave ho, And a rum below, Hurrah for the homeward bound! With a yeo heave ho, And a rum below, Yeo-ho, heave ho, Yeo-ho, heave ho, Heave ho, heave ho, yeo-ho! Nanki-Poo: A wandering minstrel I — A thing of shreds and patches, Of ballads, songs and snatches, And dreamy lullaby! And dreamy lulla-lullaby, Lullaby! Chorus: Of dreamy lullaby, Lullaby!

You're gon' need that true religion, hallelu, You're gon' need that true religion, hallelu, You're gon' need that true religion, pure religion gonna carry you through, You're gon' need that true religion, hallelu. When I'm dead & in my grave, hallelu, When I'm dead & in my grave, hallelu, When I'm dead & in my grave, trust in Jesus my soul to save, You're gon' need that true religion, hallelu. When I hear my coffin sound, hallelu, When I hear my coffin sound, hallelu, When I hear my coffin sound, I was lost but now I'm found. You're gon' need that true religion, hallelu. Mother take the pillow from under my head, hallelu Mother take the pillow from under my head, hallelu Mother take the pillow from under my head, go make up my dying bed. Mother take the pillow from under my head, hallelu. Dig my grave with a silver spade, hallelu, Dig my grave with a silver spade, hallelu, Dig my grave with a silver spade, let me down with a golden chain. You're gon' need that true religion, hallelu.

Weep, O mine eyes and cease not, alas, these your spring tides methinks increase not. O when begin you to swell so high that I may drown me in you?

On rides a captain and 300 soldier lads Out of the morning mist and thro' the silent snow Whistling gaily rides the captain at their head Behind him soldier boys sadly weeping go O lads of mine weep no more You are gone to kill and die For when you took my gold and swore to follow me You sold away your lives and your liberty No more you'll till the soil, no more you'll work the land No more to the dance you'll go and take girls by the hand O mother weep for your son He is gone to kill and die You'll weep, you'll die by the keen edge of the sword You'll all go in the fire there'll be no hiding place O mother hear the drumbeat in the village square O mother that drums for me to go for a soldier there Mothers sisters wives, weep for us Marked as Cain we lie alone

Comes a train of little ladies From scholastic trammels free, Each a little bit afraid is, Wondering what the world can be! Is it but a world of trouble — Sadness set to song? Is its beauty but a bubble Bound to break ere long? Are its palaces and pleasures Fantasies that fade? And the glory of its treasures Shadow of a shade? And the glory of its treasures Shadow of a shade? Shadow of a shade? Schoolgirls we, eighteen and under, From scholastic trammels free, And we wonder — how we wonder! — We wonder — how we wonder! — What on earth the world can be! What on earth the world can be!

Of all the money that ere I had, I spent it in good company. And of all the harm that ere I've done, alas was done to none but me. And all I've done for want of wit, to memory now I cannot recall. So fill me to the parting glass. Goodnight and joy be with you all. Of all the comrades that ere I had, they're sorry for my going away, And of all the sweethearts that ere I had , they wish me one more day to stay, But since it falls unto my lot that I should rise while you should not, I will gently rise and I'll softly call, "Goodnight and joy be with you all!" Oh, if I had money enough to spend and leisure time to sit awhile There is a fair maid in this town that sorely has my heart beguiled Her rosey cheeks and ruby lips, she alone has my heart in thrall. So fill me to the parting glass. Goodnight and joy be with you all.

Hey nonny ding dong, alang alang alang Boom ba-doh, ba-doo ba-doodle-ay Oh, life could be a dream (sh-boom) If I could take you up in paradise up above (sh-boom) If you would tell me I'm the only one that you love Life could be a dream sweetheart (Hello hello again, sh-boom and hopin' we'll meet again) Oh, life could be a dream (sh-boom) If only all my precious plans would come true (sh-boom) If you would let me spend my whole life lovin' you Life could be a dream sweetheart Now every time I look at you Something is on my mind (dat-dat-dat-dat-dat-duh) If you do what I want you to Baby, we'd be so fine Oh, life could be a dream (sh-boom) If I could take you up in paradise up above (sh-boom) If you would tell me I'm the only one that you love Life could be a dream sweetheart Sh-boom sh-boom Ya-da-da Da-da-da Da-da-da Da Sh-boom sh-boom Ya-da-da Da-da-da Da-da-da Da Sh-boom sh-boom Ya-da-da Da-da-da Da-da-da Da, sh-boom Sh-boom sh-boom Ya-da-da Da-da-da Da-da-da Da Sh-boom sh-boom Ya-da-da Da-da-da Da-da-da Da Sh-boom sh-boom Ya-da-da Da-da-da Da-da-da Da, sh-boom Every time I look at you Somethin' is on my mind If you do what I want you to Baby, we'd be so fine Life could be a dream If I could take you up in paradise up above If you would tell me I'm the only one that you love Life could be a dream sweetheart (Hello hello again, sh-boom and hopin' we'll meet again) boom sh-boom Hey nonny ding dong, alang alang alang (sh-boom) Ba-doh, ba-doo ba-doodle-ay Life could be a dream Life could be a dream, sweetheart Life could be a dream If only all my precious plans would come true If you would let me spend my whole life loving you Life could be a dream sweetheart (dee-oody-ooh, sh-boom, sh-boom) (dee-oody-ooh, sh-boom, sh-boom) (dee-oody-ooh, sh-boom, sh-boom) Sweetheart

Tsmindao ghmerto, tsmindao dzliero Tsmindao ukuda o shegvitsqalen chven

The criminal cried, as he dropped him down, In a state of wild alarm - With a frightful, frantic, fearful frown, I bared my big right arm. I seized him by his little pig-tail, And on his knees fell he, As he squirmed and struggled, And gurgled and guggled, I drew my snickersnee, My snickersnee! Oh, never shall I Forget the cry, Or the shriek that shrieked he, As I gnashed my teeth, When from its sheath I drew my snickersnee! Chorus: We know him well, He cannot tell Untrue or groundless tales — He always tries To utter lies, And every time he fails. Pitti-Sing: He shivered and shook as he gave the sign For the stroke he didn't deserve; When all of a sudden his eye met mine, And it seemed to brace his nerve; For he nodded his head and kissed his hand, And he whistled an air, did he, As the sabre true Cut cleanly through His cervical vertebrae, His vertebrae! When a man's afraid, A beautiful maid Is a cheering sight to see; And it's oh, I'm glad That moment sad Was soothed by sight of me! Chorus: Her terrible tale You can't assail, With truth it quite agrees: Her taste exact For faultless fact Amounts to a disease. Pooh-Bah: Now though you'd have said that head was dead (For its owner dead was he), It stood on its neck, with a smile well-bred, And bowed three times to me! It was none of your impudent off-hand nods, But as humble as could be; For it clearly knew The deference due To a man of pedigree, Of pedigree! And it's oh, I vow, This deathly bow Was a touching sight to see; Though trunkless, yet It couldn't forget The deference due to me! Chorus: This haughty youth, He speaks the truth (p)Whenever he finds it pays: And in this case It all took place Exactly as he says! Exactly, exactly, exactly, Exactly as he says!

- Oy shope, shope, dyavol si shope! - Oy shope, shope, umen si shope! Ot dole idat shopi ergenye, oy shope, shope, shopi ergenye. Na glavi nosat ovchi kalpatsi, oy shope, shope, ovchi kalpatsi. Oy shope, shope. Oy shope, shope. Hey ... U ratse darjat beli krivatsi, oy shope, shope, beli krivatsi. Nozete im u svinski opintsi, oy shope, shope, svinski opintsi. Oy shope, shope. Oy shope, shope. Hey ...

Thou knowest Lord the secrets of our hearts Shut not thy merciful ears unto our prayers But spare us Lord Spare us Lord most holy O God most mighty Thou holy and most merciful saviour Thou most worthy judge eternal Suffer us not at our last hour For any pains of death to fall from thee, Amen.

(Yum-Yum, Peep-Bo & Pitti-Sing:) So please you, Sir, we much regret If we have failed in etiquette Towards a man of rank so high — We shall know better by and by. (Yum-Yum:) But youth, of course, must have its fling, So pardon us, So pardon us, (Pitti-Sing:) And don't, in girlhood's happy spring, Be hard on us, Be hard on us, If we're inclined to dance and sing, Tra la la la la la. (Yum-Yum, Peep-Bo & Pitti-Sing:) [dancing] But youth, of course, must have its fling, So pardon us, And don't, in girlhood's happy spring, Be hard on us (Chorus:) Tra la la la la la, Tra la la la la la, Tra la la la la la, Tra la la la la la, But youth, of course, must have its fling, So pardon us, (Chorus & three maids:) Tra la la la la la la, La la! Tra la la la la la la, La la! Tra la la la la la la, La la! Tra la la la la, La la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la,la, la, La! (Pooh-Bah:) I think you ought to recollect You cannot show too much respect Towards the highly titled few; But nobody does, and why should you? That youth at us should have its fling, Is hard on us, Is hard on us; To our prerogative we cling — So pardon us, So pardon us, If we decline to dance and sing. Tra la la la la la la Tra la la la la la la Tra la la la la la la Tra la la la la la la [Dancing] (Yum-Yum, Peep-Bo & Pitti-Sing:) [dancing] But youth, of course, must have its fling, So pardon us, And don't, in girlhood's happy spring, Be hard on us, (Chorus:] But youth, of course, must have its fling, So pardon us, (All:) Tra la la la la la la, La la! Tra la la la la la la, La la! Tra la la la la la la, La la! Tra la la la la, La la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la,la, la, La!

Swing low, swing low, swing low sweet chariot..... Coming, Coming, Coming, Coming to carry me home. Well... well, well, well, well... Look over yonder. What I see? Seems like a chariot coming, after me... Why don't you swing down sweet chariot Stop and let me ride Swing down chariot Stop and let me ride Rock me lord, rock me lord Calm and easy Well I've got a home on the other side Why don't you swing down sweet chariot Stop and let me ride Swing down chariot Stop and let me ride Rock me lord, rock me lord Calm and easy Well I've got a home on the other side Well, well, well, well, well, well Ezekial went down in the middle of a field He saw an angel workin' on a chariot wheel Wasn't so particular 'bout the chariot wheel Just wanted to see how a chariot feel Why don't you swing down sweet chariot Stop and let me ride Swing down chariot Stop and let me ride Rock me lord, rock me lord Calm and easy Well I've got a home on the other side Well, well, well Ezekial went down and he got on board Chariot went a bumpin' on down the road Zeke wasn't so particular 'bout the bumpin' of the road Just wanted to lay down his heavy load Why don't you swing down sweet chariot Stop and let me ride Swing down chariot Stop and let me ride Rock me lord, rock me lord Calm and easy Well I've got a home on the other side Well I got a father in the promised land Ain't no more stoppin' till I shake his hand Rock me lord, rock me lord Calm and easy I've got a home on the other side Why don't you swing down sweet chariot Stop and let me ride Swing down chariot Stop and let me ride Rock me lord, rock me lord Calm and easy Well I've got a home on the other side Lyrics from <a href="http://www.elyrics.net">eLyrics.net</a>

Locus iste, a Deo factus est, inaestimabile sacramentum, irreprehensibilis est. Locus iste, a Deo factus est.

Chorus: With aspect stern And gloomy stride, We come to learn How you decide. Don't hesitate Your choice to name, A dreadful fate You'll suffer all the same. A dreadful fate You'll suffer all the same. Pooh-Bah: To ask you what you mean to do we punctually appear. Ko-Ko: Congratulate me gentlemen: I've found a volunteer! All: The Japanese equivalent for hear, hear, hear! Ko-Ko:(Presenting him.) 'Tis Nanki-Poo. All: Hail Nanki-Poo! Ko-Ko: I think he'll do? All: Yes, yes, he'll do! Ko-Ko: He yields his life if I'll Yum-Yum surrender, Now I adore that girl with passion tender, And would not yield her with a ready will, Or her allot, If I did not Adore myself with passion tenderer still, With passion tenderer still. [Enter Yum-Yum, Peep-Bo & Pitti-Sing] All: Ah, yes! He loves himself with passion tenderer still. Ko-Ko:(To Nanki-Poo) Take her. She's yours! [Exit Ko-Ko] Nanki-Poo: The threatened cloud has passed away, Yum-Yum: And brightly shines the dawning day; Nanki-Poo: What though the night may come too soon, Yum-Yum: There's yet a month of afternoon! Yum-Yum, Peep-Bo, Pitti-Sing, Nanki-Poo, Pooh-Bah & Pish-Tush: Then let the throng Our joy advance, With laughing song And merry dance, Then let the throng Our joy advance, With laughing song And merry dance, With laughing song And merry dance, With laughing song. Chorus: With joyous shout, with joyous shout and ringing cheer, Inaugurate, inaugurate their brief career! With Joyous shout and ringing cheer, Inaugurate their brief career! With Joyous shout and ringing cheer, Inaugurate their brief career! Pitti-Sing: A day, a week, a month, a year — Yum-Yum: Or far or near, or far or near, Pooh-Bah: Life's eventide comes much too soon, Pitti-Sing: You'll live at least a honeymoon! Yum-Yum, Peep-Bo, Pitti-Sing, Nanki-Poo, Pooh-Bah & Pish-Tush: Then let the throng Our joy advance, With laughing song And merry dance, Then let the throng Our joy advance, With laughing song And merry dance, With laughing song And merry dance, With laughing song. Chorus: With joyous shout, with joyous shout and ringing cheer, Inaugurate, inaugurate their brief career! With Joyous shout and ringing cheer, Inaugurate their brief career! With Joyous shout and ringing cheer, Inaugurate their brief career! Laughing song, merry dance, With laughing song and merry dance! Pooh-Bah: As in a month you've got to die, If Ko-Ko tells us true, 'Twere empty compliment to cry, "Long life to Nanki-Poo!" But as one month you have to live as fellow citizen, This toast with three times three we'll give: "Long life, Long life to you — Long life to you — Long life to you — till then!" [Exit Pooh-Bah] Chorus: May all good fortune, all good fortune prosper you, May you have health, may you have health and riches too, May all good fortune prosper you, May you have health and riches too, May you succeed in all you do! Long life, long life to you — till then! (Dance) [Enter Katisha melodramatically] Katisha: Your revels cease! Assist me, all of you! Chorus: Why, who is this whose evil eyes Rain blight on our festivities? Katisha: I claim my perjured lover, Nanki-Poo! Oh, fool! to shun delights that never cloy! Chorus: Go, leave thy deadly work undone! Katisha: Come back, oh, shallow fool! come back to joy! Chorus: Away, away! ill-favoured one! Nanki-Poo: (Aside to Yum-Yum) Ah! 'Tis Katisha! The maid of whom I told you. (About to go) Katisha: (Detaining him) No! You shall not go, These arms shall thus enfold you! Katisha: (Addressing Nanki-Poo) Oh fool, that fleest My hallowed joys! Oh blind, that seest No equipoise! Oh rash, that judgest From half, the whole! Oh base, that grudgest Love's lightest dole! Thy heart unbind, Oh fool, oh blind! Give me my place, Oh rash, oh base! Thy heart unbind, Give me my place, Oh fool, oh blind! Oh rash, oh base! Thy heart unbind, Give me, give me my place! Chorus: If she's thy bride, restore her place, Oh fool, oh blind, oh rash, oh base! Katisha: (Addressing Yum-Yum) Pink cheek, that rulest Where wisdom serves! Bright eye, that foolest Heroic nerves! Rose lip, that scornest Lore-laden years! Smooth tongue, that warnest Who rightly hears! Thy doom is nigh. Pink cheek, bright eye! Thy knell is rung, Rose lip, smooth tongue! Thy doom is nigh, Thy knell is rung, Pink cheek, bright eye! Rose lip, smooth tongue! Thy doom is nigh, Thy knell, thy knell is rung! Chorus: If true her tale, thy knell is rung, Pink cheek, bright eye, rose lip, smooth tongue! Katisha: Chorus: Thy doom is nigh, If true her tale, thy knell is rung, Thy knell is rung, If true her tale, thy knell is rung, Thy knell, thy knell is rung! Thy knell is rung! Pitti-Sing: Away, nor prosecute your quest — From our intention, well expressed, You cannot turn us! The state of your connubial views Towards the person you accuse Does not concern us! Pitti-Sing: For he's going to marry Yum-Yum — All: Yum-Yum! Pitti-Sing: Your anger pray bury, For all will be merry, I think you had better succumb — All: Cumb-cumb! Pitti-Sing: And join our expressions of glee. On this subject I pray you be dumb — All: Dumb-dumb! Pitti-Sing: You'll find there are many Who'll wed for a penny The word for your guidance is "Mum" — All: Mum-mum! Pitti-Sing: There's lots of good fish in the sea! All: On this subject I pray you be dumb — dumb — dumb. We think you had better succumb — cumb — cumb! You'll find there are many Who'll wed for a penny, Who'll wed for a penny — There are lots of good fish in the sea! There are lots of good fish in the sea! There's lots of good fish, good fish in the sea! There's lots of good fish, good fish in the sea, In the sea, in the sea, in the sea, in the sea! Katisha: The hour of gladness Is dead and gone; In silent sadness I live alone! The hope I cherished All lifeless lies, And all has perished, All has perished, Save love, which never dies! Oh, faithless one, this insult you shall rue, In vain for mercy on your knees you'll sue! I'll tear the mask from your disguising! Nanki-Poo: (Aside) Now comes the blow! Katisha: Prepare yourselves for news surprising! Nanki-Poo: (Aside) How foil my foe? Katisha: No minstrel he, despite bravado! Yum-Yum: (Aside, struck by an idea) Ha! ha! I know! Katisha: He is the son of your — (Nanki-Poo, Yum-Yum and Chorus, interrupting, sing japanese words to drown her voice.) All: O ni! bikkuri shakkuri to! Katisha: In vain you interrupt with this tornado! He is the only son of your — All: O ni! bikkuri shakkuri to! Katisha: I'll spoil — All: O ni! bikkuri shakkuri to! Katisha: Your gay gambado! He is the son — All: O ni! bikkuri shakkuri to! Katisha: Of your — All: O ni! bikkuri shakkuri to! Katisha: The son of your — All: O ni! bikkuri shakkuri to! oya! oya! Katisha: Ye torrents roar, Ye tempests howl! Your wrath outpour, With angry growl! Do ye your worst, my vengeance call Shall rise triumphant over all! All: We'll hear no more, Ill-omened owl. To joy we soar, Despite your scowl! The echoes of our festival Shall rise triumphant over all! Katisha: Prepare for woe, Ye haughty lords, At once I go Mikado-wards. All: Away you go, Collect your hordes; Proclaim your woe In dismal chords; Yum-Yum: We do not heed their dismal sound, Nanki-Poo: For joy reigns everywhere around. Yum-Yum: We do not heed their dismal sound, Yum-Yum & Nanki-Poo: For joy reigns everywhere around. Yum-Yum: Nanki-Poo: The echoes of our festival The echoes of our festival Shall rise triumphant over all! Shall rise triumphant over all! Shall rise triumphant, Shall rise triumphant over all! Triumphant over all! Triumphant over all! Shall rise triumphant over all! Shall rise triumphant over all! Chorus: We'll hear no more, ill-omened owl. To joy we soar, despite your scowl! To joy we soar, To joy we soar, despite your scowl! Katisha: Chorus: My wrongs with vengeance shall be crowned! We do not heed their dismal sound, For joy reigns everywhere around! We do not heed their dismal sound, For joy reigns everywhere around! My wrongs with vengeance shall be crowned! We do not heed their dismal sound, My wrongs with vengeance shall be crowned! For joy reigns everywhere around!