Where Do You Go To (My Lovely) .......... Peter Sarstedt

Title Music From Satyajit Ray's Film Jalshagar .......... Ustad Vilayat Khan

This Time Tomorrow .......... The Kinks

Title Music From Satyajit Ray's Film Teen Kanya .......... Satyajit Ray

Title Music From Merchant-Ivory's Film The Householder .......... Ali Akbar Khan

'Ruku's Room' From Satyajit Ray's Film Joi Baba Felunath .......... Satyajit Ray

'Charu's Theme' From Satyajit Ray's Film Joi Baba Felunath .......... Satyajit Ray

Title Music From Merchant Ivory's Film Bombay Talkie .......... Shankar/Jaikishan

'Montage' From Nityananda Datta's Film Baksa Badal .......... Satyajit Ray

Prayer .......... Jodphur Sikh Temple Congregation (Traditional)

'Farewell To Earnest' From Merchant-Ivory's Film The Householder .......... Ustad Ali Akbar Khan

'The Deserted Ballroom' From Merchant-Ivory's Film Shakespeare Wallah .......... Satyajit Ray

Suite Bergamasque: 3. 'Clair De Lune' .......... Alexis Weissenberg

'Typewriter Tip, Tip, Tip' From Merchant-Ivory's Film Bombay Talkie .......... Shankar / Jaikishan

Memorial .......... Narlai Village Troubador (Traditional)

Strangers .......... The Kinks

Praise Him .......... Udaipur Convent School Nuns and Students (Traditional)

Symphony No.7 In A (Op.92) Allegro Con Brio .......... Fritz Reiner

Play With Fire .......... The Rolling Stones

'Arrival In Benaras' From Merchant-Ivory's Film The Guru .......... Ustad Vilayat Khan

Powerman .......... The Kinks

Les Champs-Elysees .......... Joe Dassin

You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair

You live in a fancy appartement
Of the Boulevard of St. Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel

But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head

I've seen all your qualifications
You got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso
Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does

When you go on your summer vacation
You go to Juan-les-Pines
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan, on your back and on your legs

When the snow falls you're found in St. Moritz
With the others of the jet-set
And you sip your Napoleon Brandy
But you never get your lips wet

But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do

Your name is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a racehorse for chistmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh haha

They say that when you get married
It'll be to a millionaire
But they don't realize where you came from
And I wonder if they really care, they give a damn

But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head

I remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly brown tags, yes they try

So look into my face Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever
'Cause I know you still bear
the scar, deep inside, yes you do

I know where you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
I know the thoughts that surround you
'Cause I can look inside your head

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This time tomorrow where will we be
On a spaceship somewhere sailing across an empty sea
This time tomorrow what will we know
Well we still be here watching an in-flight movie show
I'll leave the sun behind me and watch the clouds as they sadly pass me by
Seven miles below ma I can see the world and it ain't so big at all
This time tomorrow what will we see
Field full of houses, endless rows of crowded streets
I don't where I'm going, I don't want to see
I feel the world below me looking up at me
Leave the sun behind me, and watch the clouds as they sadly pass me by
And I'm in perpetual motion and the world below doesn't matter much to me
This time tomorrow where will we be
On a spaceship somewhere sailing across any empty sea
This time tomorrow, this time tomorrow

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Where are you going I dont mind
Ive killed my world and Ive killed my time
So where do I go what do I see
I see many people coming after me
So where are you going to I dont mind
If I live too long Im afraid Ill die
So I will follow you wherever you go
If your offered hand is still open to me
Strangers on this road we are on
We are not two we are one
So youve been where Ive just come
From the land that brings losers on
So we will share this road we walk
And mind our mouths and beware our talk
till peace we find tell you what Ill do
All the things I own I will share with you
If I feel tomorrow like I feel today
Well take what we want and give the rest away
Strangers on this road we are on
We are not two we are one
Holy man and holy priest
This love of life makes me weak at my knees
And when we get there make your play
cos soon I feel youre gonna carry us away
In a promised lie you made us believe
For many men there is so much grief
And my mind is proud but it aches with rage
And if I live too long Im afraid Ill die
Strangers on this road we are on
We are not two we are one
Strangers on this road we are on
We are not two we are one

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Well, youve got your diamonds and youve got your pretty clothes
And the chauffeur drives your car
You let everybody know
But dont play with me, cause youre playing with fire

Your mother shes an heiress, owns a block in saint johns wood
And your fatherd be there with her
If he only could
But dont play with me, cause youre playing with fire

Your old man took her diamonds and tiaras by the score
Now she gets her kicks in stepney
Not in knightsbridge anymore
So dont play with me, cause youre playing with fire

Now youve got some diamonds and you will have some others
But youd better watch your step, girl
Or start living with your mother
So dont play with me, cause youre playing with fire
So dont play with me, cause youre playing with fire

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I know a man, hes a powerful man
Hes got the people in his power
In the palm of his hand.
He started at the bottom and he worked his way up
Now hes never going to stop
Until he reaches the top.
Its the same old story, its the same old dream,
Its power man, power man, and all that it can bring.
If you want your money, you better stand in the line
cos youll only end up picking up nickels and dimes.
You call him names and he sits and grins
cos everybody else is just a sucker to him.
And hes got my money, but Ive got my faith
And powerman, powerman, Ill never be your slave.
Its the same old story, its the same old game
Its power man, power man, driving me insane
People tried to conquer the world napoleon and genghis khan
Hitler tried and mussolini too
Powerman dont need to fight, powerman dont need no guns
Powerman got money on his side
Well Im not rich and Im not free
But Ive got my girl and she got me
Hes got my money and my publishing rights
But Ive got my girl and Im alright
And she got me going, and she keeps me sane
But powerman, powerman, got money on the brain
Its the same old story its the same old game
Powerman, powerman driving me insane

Je m'baladais sur l'avenue
Le coeur ouvert à l'inconnu
J'avais envie de dire bonjour
À n'importe qui
N'importe qui ce fut toi
Je t'ai dit n'importe quoi
Il suffisait de te parler
Pour t'apprivoiser

Aux Champs-Élysées
Aux Champs-Élysées
Au soleil, sous la pluie
À midi ou à minuit
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez
Aux Champs-Élysées

Tu m'as dit "J'ai rendez-vous
Dans un sous-sol avec des fous
Qui vivent la guitare à la main
Du soir au matin"
Alors je t'ai accompagnée
On a chanté, on a dansé
Et l'on n'a même pas pensé
À s'embrasser

Aux Champs-Élysées
Aux Champs-Élysées
Au soleil, sous la pluie
À midi ou à minuit
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez
Aux Champs-Élysées

Hier soir deux inconnus
Et ce matin sur l'avenue
Deux amoureux tout étourdis
Par la longue nuit
Et de l'Étoile à la Concorde
Un orchestre à mille cordes
Tous les oiseaux du point du jour
Chantent l'amour

Aux Champs-Élysées
Aux Champs-Élysées
Au soleil, sous la pluie
À midi ou à minuit
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez
Aux Champs-Élysées