Bloody Flamenco
Composer(s): Nino Ferrer; Michael Waller
Performer(s): Nino Ferrer



I've come from Spain
it was all in vain
nothing remains
except the bloody yellow ashes
all over the bloody place
except the bloody yellow ashes
all over the bloody place

Something went wrong
someone dropped the bomb
the neutron star just fell
and changed the face of mother earth
into a bloody hell
dried up all the seas
and blew up Dingley Dell

Green grass can grow no more
There's no more trees, no seashore

Bloodshot Eyes
Composer(s): R. Hall; Hank Penny
Performer(s): Pat Benatar
and various other artists



Now just because you're pretty, and you think you're mighty wise
You tell me that you love me, then you wore those big brown eyes
When I saw you last week, your eyes were turning black
You'll find that guy that beat you up, ask him to take you back

Chorus:
Don't roll those bloodshot eyes at me, I can tell you've been out on the spree
Well it's plain that you're lyin' when you say that you will be cryin'
Don't roll those bloodshot eyes at me
I used to spend my money to make you look real sweet
I wanted to be proud of you when we walk down the street
Now don't ask me to dress you up in a satin fan and silk
Your eyes look like two cherries in a glass of buttermilk

Corus

So I guess a little romance has finally set me down
You should join the circus, you make a real good clown
Your eyes look like a row now, I'm scared to smell your breath
You better shut your peabones before you bleed to death

Chorus

Don't roll those bloodshot eyes at me

Bloodnok's Rock 'N' Roll Call 
Composer(s): Carbone
Performer(s): The Goons



Secombe: 
Company shun! Shoulder High!! By the right, number! 
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight 
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen 
Sixteen, fifteen, fourteen, thirteen, twelve, eleven, ten, nine 
Eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one 
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight 
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen,  
You've got to rock and roll in a roll call way 
You've got to march with a Marilyn Monroe-ese way 
You've got to rock and roll with your old kit bag 
But you mustn't ever mention her name in the mess 
And if you want to know the title of this number 
It is a Major Dennis Bloodnok Rock'n'Roll Call rhumba 
Left, left, left, right left 
Quick, slow, quick, quick, slow In, out, in, in, out 
Pick up your gun, shove a bullet up the spout 
It's the dance they do from Spain to Pango-Pango 
It is a Major Dennis Bloodnok Rock'n'Roll Call Tango 
Coy, dum diddle, blow de how Bombay didde bowl of char Um diddle 

Minnie: 
Stop! Stop! Stop that sinful naughty record-type music
Stop it I say! Oh! Stop it! 

Bloodnok: 
Oh! Foddle me puckies and cril me topie 
Why do my beady old eyes deceive me, or is it? 
No, no -- it can't be 
But yes! It is! 
It's me old child hood sweetheart Spotty Minnie Bannister
the darling of Roper's Light Horse 
Bless my soul 
What are you doing here? 
Nothing catching I hope

Minnie: 
I just came to put my bag full of money in the bank

Bloodnok: 
Money! Money! Oh!!! 
Neddie, take Miss Bannister in a steaming love dance while I check her properties 
One, two, three, four

Secombe: 
Change to the left, ladies to the right 
All join hands -- panic

Bloodnok: 
Bravado, bravado 
What a voice! (What a bank balance!) 
I beg you, you gorgeous wanton 
Give me some small token of your love and I will sing you a known military melody 
Music, maestro

Plonk: 
(Right mate) 
You've got to rock 'n' roll in a monetary manner 
If you want to earn a necessary tanner 
Take your pick while the picking's good 
If you never pick right, things will never get better 
When I hear the tink of money that is good news 
It drives away the Bloodnok Rock 'n' Roll Call Blues 
So let there be, always some cash for me 
That will be mine, all mine!

Blood Red Wine
Performer(s): The Rolling Stones



Mmm...dear, I love you dearly, but don't forget trouble I
used to find, and it was, in your mind...yeah

I got red blood, and I got blood red wine Which I bring you
when the snow is heavy on the ground If you say where go
I'll just, wrap my cloak around

You say that every man you ever had Has been obsessed
with you and I, wanna prove an exception To the role, that
you lay down Babe, please don't make me cry, 'cause
there's a little pain inside..iide Yes my darling now you can't
expect me always to hide

I got red blood, and I got, blood red wine Which I bring you
when the snow lies heavy on the ground If you say we'll go
Why-ow... let me, let me, wrap my coat around

Yeah, that's right You see that every time well the lines must
rhyme And every verse, be in the same old time Does it all
have to rhyme? But there go, and that's a place that you will
never... You said to remind of the girl I used to know, and
used to love, yeah

I got red blood, and I got blood red wine Which I bring you,
when the snow lies heavy on the ground If, you get cold I, oh
wrap my, coat, coat around My, my, my, my don't you stay
on that, that snowy ground...

Blood Brothers
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen;
Michael Angelo; Garnet Rogers; Jeff Sherman



We played king of the mountain out on the end
The world come chargin' up the hill, and we were women and men
Now there's so much that time, time and memory fade away
We got our own roads to ride and chances we gotta take
We stood side by side each one fightin' for the other
We said until we died we'd always be blood brothers

Now the hardness of this world slowly grinds your dreams away
Makin' a fool's joke out of the promises we make
And what once seemed black and white turns to so many shades of gray
We lose ourselves in work to do and bills to pay
And it's a ride, ride, ride, and there ain't much cover
With no one runnin' by your side my blood brother

On through the houses of the dead past those fallen in their tracks
Always movin' ahead and never lookin' back
Now I don't know how I feel, I don't know how I feel tonight
If I've fallen 'neath the wheel, if I've lost or I've gained sight
I don't even know why, I don't know why I made this call
Or if any of this matters anymore after all

But the stars are burnin' bright like some mystery uncovered
I'll keep movin' through the dark with you in my heart
My blood brother

Blonde Over Blue
Composer(s): Billy Joel
Performer(s): Billy Joel



Some days when I'm far away
In a lonely room in a cold seclusion
Some nights when I'm wound so tight
There is no release, there is no solution

In hell there's a big hotel
Where the bar just closed and the windows never opened
No phone so you can't call home
And the TV works, but the clicker is broken

But in the darkness I see your light turned on
You know my weakness, you know how I respond to

Blonde over blue
Your hands are cold, your eyes are fire
Blonde over blue
They shine as though you're burning inside
One word from you is all I need to be inspired
Blonde over blue, I need your inspiration tonight

These days there's a million ways
To be pulled and torn, to be misdirected
These times there are sins and crimes
On the morning shows for the disconnected

I look and I write my book
And I walk away with the wrong impressions
I don't care 'cause I've done my share' And I need some time for my 
own obsessions

It doesn't matter, I've let that life go by
It's been forgotten 'cause all I wanted was you

Blonde over blue
Your hands are cold, your eyes are fire
Blonde over blue
They shine as though you're burning inside
One word from you is all I need to be inspired
Blonde over blue, I need your inspiration tonight

These days not a damn soul prays
And there is no faith 'cause there's nothing to believe in
These days only good luck pays
If we don't get paid then we try to get even

I look and I write my book
And I have my say and I draw conclusions
Some nights when I'm wound so tight
There is no release there is no solution

But in the darkness I see your light turned on
You know my weakness, you know how I respond to

Blonde over blue
Your hands are cold, your eyes are fire
Blonde over blue
They shine as though you're burning inside
One word from you is all I need to be inspired
Blonde over blue, I need your inspiration tonight

Blonde over blue
Your hands are cold, your eyes are fire
Blonde over blue
They shine as though you're burning inside
One word from you is all I need to be inspired
Blonde over blue, I need your inspiration tonight

Blodwyn
Composer(s): Pete Ham
Performer(s): Badfinger



I put away the knife, the chisel, and the saw
I've locked away my life behind this old, oak door
To make a simple spoon, a token of my love
In hope that maybe soon, it's me you're thinking of

Chorus:
So take my spoon, Blodwyn
Make it soon, Blodwyn
The valley knows the way I feel today
So take my spoon, Blodwyn
Make it soon, Blodwyn
Before some other spoon takes you away

My life may not be long, was working down below
For so much can go wrong, but what else do I know?
So take these precious years and make them precious too
And say you'll take from me what I will give to you

Chorus

Chorus

Blitzkrieg Bop 2.12
Composer(s): Tommy Ramone; Dee Dee Ramone
Performer(s): The Ramones



Hey ho, let's go
Hey ho, let's go
Hey ho, let's go
Hey ho, let's go
They're forming in straight line
They're going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
The Blitzkrieg Bop
They're piling in the back seat
They're generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
The Blitzkrieg Bop
Hey ho, let's go
Shoot'em in the back now
What they want, I don't know
They're all reved up and ready to go
They're forming in straight line
They're going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
The Blitzkrieg Bop
They're piling in the back seat
They're generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
The Blitzkrieg Bop
Hey ho, let's go
Shoot'em in the back now
What they want, I don't know
They're all reved up and ready to go
They're forming in straight line
They're going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
The Blitzkrieg Bop
They're piling in the back seat
They're generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
The Blitzkrieg Bop
Hey ho, let's go
Hey ho, let's go
Hey ho, let's go
Hey ho, let's go

Blister In The Sun
Composer(s): Gordon Gano
Performer(s): Violent Femmes



When I'm out walking I strut my stuff
and I'm so strung out
I'm high as a kite
I just a might stop to check you out
Let me go out, while I blister in the sun
let me go out,
big hands I know your the one

body and beats, I stain my sheets
I don't even know why
my girlfriend shes at the end
she is starting to cry
let me go out while I blister in the sun
let me go out
big hands I know you're the one

Blindman
Composer(s): David Coverdale
Performer(s): David Coverdale



I was dreaming of the past
Why do good times never last
Help me Jesus, show the way
I can't hold on another day

I was hungry, felling low
I just couldn't make out which way to go
Chasing rainbows that have no end
The road is long without friend

Be my friend, be my brother
Be the piper, play the call
Across the seven seas of wonder
Be the guardian of my soul

Just a young man looking homeward
Watching the sun go down again
Across the water, the sun is shining
But, will it ever, will it ever be the same

Be my friend, be my brother
Be the piper, play the call
Across the seven seas of wonder
Be the guardian of my soul

I need somebody, I need someone
I need somebody to call my own
Like a blindman, I can feel the heat of the sun
But, like a blindman
I don't know, I don't know,
I don't know where it's coming from

Be my friend, be my brother
Be the piper, play the call
Across the seven seas of wonder
Be the guardian of my soul

I need somebody, I need someone
I need somebody to call my own
Like a blindman, I can feel the heat of the sun
But, like a blindman
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know where is coming from

Blinded By The Light
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen



Madman drummers bummers 
and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps 
as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin' kinda older, I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing, the calliope crashed to the ground
Some all-hot half-shot was headin' for the hot spot, snappin' his fingers, clappin' his hands
And some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover's knot with a whatnot in her hand
And now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot 
and throws his lover in the sand
And some bloodshot forget-me-not whispers 
"Daddy's within earshot, save the buckshot, turn up the band"

And she was blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
She got down but she never got tight, but she'll make it alright

Some brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preacher from the East
He says, "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone 
that's where they expect it least"
And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner all alone 
watchin' the young girls dance
And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his frozen zone 
to remind him of the feeling of romance

Yeah, he was blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
He got down but he never got tight, but he's gonna make it tonight

Some silicone sister with her manager's mister told me I got what it takes
She said, "I'll turn you on, sonny, to something strong 
if you play that song with the funky break"
And Go-Cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to see if it was safe to go outside
And little Early-Pearly came by in her curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride
Oh, some hazard from Harvard was skunked on beer, playin' backyard bombardier
Yes, and Scotland Yard was trying hard, they sent some dude with a calling card 
he said, "Do what you like, but don't do it here"
Well, I jumped up, turned around, spit in the air, fell on the ground 
and asked him which was the way back home
He said, "Take a right at the light, keep goin' straight until night 
and then, boy, you're on your own"
And now in Zanzibar, a shootin' star was ridin' in a side car, hummin' a lunar tune
Yes, and the avatar said, "Blow the bar but first remove the cookie jar 
we're gonna teach those boys to laugh too soon"
And some kidnapped handicap was complainin' that he caught the clap 
from some mousetrap he bought last night
Well, I unsnapped his skull cap and between his ears I saw a gap but figured he'd be all right

He was just blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun
Oh, but Mama, that's where the fun is
I was blinded
I was blinded
I was blinded

Blinded By Rainbows
Composer(s): Mick Jagger; Keith Richards
Performer(s): The Rolling Stones



Did you ever feel the pain
That he felt upon the cross
Did you ever feel the knife
Tearing flesh that's oh so soft
Did you ever touch the night
Did you ever count the cost
Do you hide away the fear
Put down paradise as lost
Yeah you're blinded by rainbows
Watching the wind blow
Blinded by rainbows
Do you dream at night
Do you sleep at night
I doubt it
Did you ever feel the blast
As the semtex bomb goes off
Do you ever hear the screams
As the limbs are all torn off
Did you ever kiss the child
Who just saw his father shot
Do you ever shed a tear
As the war drags on and on
Do you ever touch the night
Or is it just another job
Do you feel the final hours
Put down paradise as lost
Yeah you're blinded by rainbows
And faces in windows
Blinded by rainbows
Do you dream at night
Do you sleep at night
I doubt it
Do you ever fear the night
Could it be the war is lost
Do you fear the final hour
Do you kneel before the cross
You're blinded by rainbows
And watching the wind blow
Blinded by rainbows
Do you dream at night
Do you scream at night
Do you smell of fear
Is your conscience clear
Are you caked in sweat
Are your clothes all wet
Do you see the light
Is the end in sight
See the face of Christ
Enter paradise
I doubt it

Blind Owl
Composer(s): Tom Evans
Performer(s): Badfinger



Lies, ties, Mr. Cool disguise
Hang it up, get up on your own
Pill driven skills, weeping whippoorwills
Too much going 'round that you can't hide

Look out for the blind owl
You can only find that you were wrong
No one else around me ever loved me like you do
So I'll be strong

Look out for the blind owl
You can only find that you were wrong
No one else around me ever loved me like you do
So I'll be strong

Days, plays, interviewer's maze
Play the role, sell your soul
Becoming to yourself
A hero who must never lie
Who must never lie
Who must never lie
Who must never lie
Who must never lie
Who must never lie

wah-wah

Blind Man
Composer(s): R. Martin; Darryl Way
Performer(s): Curved Air



I'll be your purse
If you will come back
And set the blind man
To his door
If man's best friend
Will be my friend
Until the bitter end
Days and nights
Which chuck and turn
Walk by through them
To me
All the time
The world can blend
I'll be in company

*I will follow
Where you lead
Our paths will never
Cross us
The sounds and smells
Of wind and rain
With help I know
We'll get there
Loneliness is the friend I knew
Has ceased the script at last
The emptiness
I always felt
Has been replaced by you

(* Repeat)

Blind Boy
Composer(s): Musical Youth
Performer(s): Musical Youth



Don’t you see
You’re committin’ yourself
On the street (Blind boy, blind boy)
Blind boy (Blind boy, blind boy)

Your mommy and your daddy
Are tryin’ to show you, whoa
The right way to go (Blind boy, blind boy)
But you don’t have to know (Blind boy, blind boy)

You’re doin’ bad things you know you shouldn’t do
And it’s turnin’ around on you
You’re doin’ bad things you know you shouldn’t do
And it’s turnin’ around on you

Blind boy

You’re just followin’ your friends
And you don’t know what they do, whoa
And you think it’s right (Blind boy, blind boy)
But you haven’t got a clue (Blind boy, blind boy)

You’re just goin’ around
Gettin’ into trouble, whoa
All day long (Blind boy, blind boy)
All day long (Blind boy, blind boy)

You’re doin’ bad things you know you shouldn’t do
And it’s turnin’ around on you
You’re doin’ bad things you know you shouldn’t do
And it’s turnin’ around on you

Blind boy

Don’t you see
You’re committin’ yourself
On the street (Blind boy, blind boy)
Blind boy (Blind boy, blind boy)

You’re just goin’ around
Gettin’ into trouble, whoa
All day long (Blind boy, blind boy)
All day long (Blind boy, blind boy)

You’re doin’ bad things you know you shouldn’t do
And it’s turnin’ around on you
You’re doin’ bad things you know you shouldn’t do
And it’s turnin’ around on you

Blind boy

Blind
Composer(s): Jon Lord
Performer(s): Deep Purple



I see reflections in the water
Autumn colours, summer's daughter
And as as the year is growing older
I see winter on my shoulder
I stand in the haze
Watching stormy ripples grow on my own
Never knew your needed
Till I found myself standing here alone

And in the water, such a sad face
Slowly drowning, such a sad face
If only I could change the seasons
Like a poet, I've my reasons
It started to snow in the middle of July
Wonder why
Never did understand you
My sorrow is hanging in the grey sky

In the summer days we flew to the sun
On melting wings
But the seasons changed to fast
Leave us all behind
Blind

But then the stone fell on the water
Putting end to summer's daughter
And me, I turn away remembering
All the seasons, such a sad thing
It started to rain in the middle of the sun
Winter's begun

Never did understand you
My sorrow is hanging in the grey sky

In the summer days we flew to the sun
On melting wings
But the seasons changed to fast
Leave us all behind
Blind

Bli-Blip
Composer(s): Duke Ellington; Sid Kuller
Performer(s): Duke Ellington
and various other artists



While other lovers sing your praises
in phases deftly lyrical
I'm a cat who's better at a scat song
that's satirical
In begging for your hand, sweet chick
I hope you'll understand this lick
My love to you I bring on account a you can sing
Bli-Blip Varthy Flam flam flam Hipideedleada Baaaaaaaaaaimp
My love for you in true on account a you can do
Bli-Blip Varthy Flam flam flam Hipideedleada Baaaaaaaaaaimp
My poor heart gives a start like a Jitter Bug just won't stop
Mix your crooning with my spooning and let me blow my top
Your love to me I've sworn on account a mine is your'n
Bli-Blip Varthy Flam flam flam Hipideedleada Baaaaaaaaaaimp.
My love to you I bring on account a you can sing
Bli-Blip Varthy Flam flam flam Hipideedleada Baaaaaaaaaaimp
My love for you in true on account a you can do
Bli-Blip Varthy Flam flam flam Hipideedleada Baaaaaaaaaaimp
My poor heart gives a start like a Jitter Bug just won't stop
Mix your crooning with my spooning and let me blow my top
Your love to me I've sworn on account a mine is your'n
Bli-Blip Varthy Flam flam flam Hipideedleada Baaaaaaaaaaimp

Just A Man With A Job ((aka The Ticket Puncher (by Mick Harvey) - 1997))
((Adapted from: Le Poinçonneur Des Lilas (by Serge Gainsbourg) - 1958))
((Italian Version: Il Controllore Del Metrò (by Giangilberto Monti) - 2006))
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg - Paul Ives - Boris Bergman
Performer(s): The Rakes - 2006



I'm just a man with a job
You can call me Harry, Jim or Bob
Three floors below from Picadilly
It's dark and chilly
Counting the cars with cocktail bars
Keeping a check on four-wheeled wrecks

Three floors above it's not the same
Picadilly, lighting up the rain
Here I'm a ghost in the cellar
The kind of fellow
Who's counting days that could be nights
Count on the man who's counting lights

Counting lights, every night, every kind of light
Little lights, bigger lights, any kind of light
Headlights from a limo, wakin' up the wino
Counting lights, every night, every kind of light

And every night, I'm counting lights
From left to right, I count the lights

I'm just a man with a map
My 'A to Z' is open on my lap
Lady I know where you're goin'
Your class is showin'
Your headlights polished to a 'T'
I'll count your lights, you count on me

Someday I'll leave, I believe
If I can find the trump card in my sleeve
Counting the boats in Monte Carlo
A silver arrow
Upon a cabbie cap
My 'A to Z' flat on it's back

Counting lights, every night, every kind of light
Little lights, bigger lights, any kind of light
Leave it to the navy, look here comes a chevy
Counting lights, every night, every kind of light
Little lights, bigger lights, any kind of light
And every night, I'm counting lights
From left to right, I count the lights

Blessed Is The Rain
Composer(s): Tony Romeo
Performer(s): Johnny Maestro & Brooklyn Bridge



Blessed is the rain that falls on me
As far as that girl can see
The earth that I walk upon is heavenly
Blessed is the love I bring to her
I know what it means to her
In the eyes of that girl
I'm everything to her
But what happens
When the statue on the pedestal
Comes tumbling to the ground
I don't wanna be around
To see the sorrow on her face
When she thinks I let her down
And what happens
When she finds the world is real
And not the fairyland it seemed
That I'm a man who moves and breathes
And makes mistakes and not a
Superman she dreamed
Blessed is the strength she finds in me
And the weakness she'll never see
I'll go before the image falls apart
And blessed is the way I'll always
Stay in her heart
Oh, blessed is the way I'll always
Stay in her heart

Blessed Are The Believers
Composer(s): Charlie Black; Rory Michael Bourke; Sandy Pinkard
Performer(s): Anne Murray



Rain in the sky
A tear in my eye
Static on the radio
The long night's begun
With dinner for one
You said you'd never go

Blessed are the believers
They shall inherit a heartache
Believing in you, babe
That was my greatest heartbreak
Blessed are all the left-behind
For their hearts shall one day mend
When loving those same sweet lies
Make us believers again

Cold coffee cup
Sun coming up
Sleep is a distant dream
Something you said
Rolls round in my head
Something that you didn't mean

Blessed are the believers
They shall inherit a heartache
Believing in you, babe
That was my greatest heartbreak
Blessed are all the left-behind
For their hearts shall one day mend
When loving those same sweet lies
Make us believers again
Blessed are the believers
They shall inherit a heartache
Believing in you, babe
That was my greatest heartbreak