The Boxer .......... Simon And Garfunkel

Intolerable Mambo .......... Carter Burwell

Suspicious Minds .......... Elvis Presley

Hanky Panky Choo Choo .......... Carter Burwell

Don't Cry Out Loud .......... Melissa Manchester

Feels So Good .......... Chuck Mangoine

You Fascinate Me .......... Carter Burwell

April Come She Will .......... Colin Linden

Heather 2 Honeymoon .......... Carter Burwell

If I Only Knew .......... Tom Jones

Love Is Good .......... Carter Burwell

Non Je Ne Regret Rein .......... Edith Piaf

No More Working .......... Carter Burwell

Fully Exposed .......... Carter Burwell

Glory Of Love .......... Big Bill Broonzy

The Boxer .......... Colin Linden

I am just a poor boy.
Though my story's seldom told,
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles,
Such are ppromises
All lies and jest
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest.
When I left my home
And my family,
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station,
Running scared,
Laying low,
Seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go,
Looking for the places
Only they would know.

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Lie-la-lie.....

Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job,
But I get no offers.
Just a come-on from the whores
On Seventh Avenue
I do declare,
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there.

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Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren't bleeding me,
Leading me,
Going home.

In the clearing stands a boxer,
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame,
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
But the fighter still remains

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Instrumental

We're caught in a trap
I can't walk out
Because I love you too much baby

Why can't you see
What you're doing to me
When you don't believe a word I say?

We can't go on together
With suspicious minds
And we can't build our dreams
On suspicious minds

So, if an old friend I know
Drops by to say hello
Would I still see suspicion in your eyes?

Here we go again
Asking where I've been
You can't see these tears are real
I'm crying

We can't go on together
With suspicious minds
And be can't build our dreams
On suspicious minds

Oh let our love survive
Or dry the tears from your eyes
Let's don't let a good thing die

When honey, you know
I've never lied to you
Mmm yeah, yeah

Instrumental

Thanks to Julie James for submitting the lyrics

Baby cried the day the circus came to town
'cause she didn't want parades just passin' by her
So she painted on a smile and took up with some clown
While she danced without a net upon the wire
I know a lot about 'er 'cause, you see
Baby is an awful lot like me

Don't cry out loud
Just keep it inside, learn how to hide your feelings
Fly high and proud
And if you should fall, remember you almost had it all

Baby saw that when they pulled that big top down
They left behind her dreams among the litter
The different kind of love she thought she'd found
There was nothin' left but sawdust and some glitter
But baby can't be broken 'cause you see
She had the finest teacher-that was me-I told 'er

Don't cry out loud
Just keep it inside and learn how to hide your feelings
Fly high and proud
And if you should fall, remember you almost had it all

Don't cry out loud
Just keep it inside and learn how to hide your feelings
Fly high and proud
And if you should fall, remember you almost made it

Don't cry out loud
Just keep it inside and learn how to hide your feelings
Fly high and proud
And if you should fall, remember you almost had it all

Instrumental

Instrumental

Thanks to Julie James for submitting the lyrics

April come she will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain;
May, she will stay,
Resting in my arms again.

June, she'll change her tune,
In restless walks she'll prowl the night;
July, she will fly
And give no warning to her flight.

August, die she must,
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold;
September I'll remember
A love once new has now grown old.

Instrumental

Thanks to Julie James for submitting the lyrics

Ow!!
Yeah ..
Yeah
Home grown, on the bone
All the channels show the same old war zone
As I walk alone in the city
Makin' me an offer, now don't they look pretty
New cinema
Live action, all the noise of attraction beats up
On the streets, the sellers do mark up
Better than tellin' em off, don't stock up
Shark, they don't bite
All that matters is you're not here tonight
And now that I wonder
Am I gonna dig a hole ten feet under
Under sea, under you, under we, undivided,
Undecided

[Chorus:]

If I only knew
What I could do
To make you, make you love me
to make you make you love me
If I only knew
What I could do
To make you make you love me
to make you make you love me
Up north where the snow grows colder
I travel onward 'cross the border

Looked up a girl that I once knew frozen
To be the follower of the deity
Make myself scarce while they
come to plea bargain
for my body and soul
All the flames go around, surround me
I won't go

I need the ozone
I wanna cuddle up behind your backbone
I never stay long where I'm not wanted
I fell haunted
Yo brother
Where ya gonna go
Back to the warzone
To break down the walls

[Chorus:]

If I only knew
What I could do
To make you, make you love me
to make you make you love me
If I only knew
What I could do
To make you make you love me
to make you make you love me
If I only knew
What I could do
To make you, make you happy
to make you make you happy

If only I knew what i should do, yeah
To make you make you love me
I bared my soul to the golden traces
went to the forest of the holy places
And now I wonder
Am I gonna dig a hole ten feet under
Under sea, under me, under you, under we, undivided,
Undecided
Yeah ... yeah
(vocal breakdown)
If I only knew
What I could do
To make you happy
to make you make you happy
If I only knew
What I should do
To make you make you happy
to make you make you happy
If I only knew
What I could do
To make you, make you love me
to make you make you love me
If I only knew
What I should do
To make you make you love me
If I only knew what I should do
If I only knew what I should do

Instrumental

Thanks to Julie James for submitting the lyrics

Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
Ni Le Bien Qu'on M'a Fait, Ni Le Mal
Tout Ca M'est Bien Egal
Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
C'est Paye, Balaye, Oublie, Je Me Fous Du Passe

Avec Mes Souvenirs J'ai Allume Le Feu
Mes Shagrins, Mes Plaisirs,
Je N'ai Plus Besoin D'eux
Balaye Les Amours Avec Leurs Tremolos
Balaye Pour Toujours
Je Reparas A Zero

Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
Ni Le Bien Qu'on M'a Fait, Ni Le Mal
Tout Ca M'est Bien Egal
Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
Car Ma Vie, Car Me Joies
Aujourd'hui Ca Commence Avec Toi

Instrumental

Instrumental

Thanks to Julie James for submitting the lyrics

You've got to give a little, take a little,
and let your poor heart break a little.
That's the story of, that's the glory of love.

You've got to laugh a little, cry a little,
until the clouds roll by a little.
That's the story of, that's the glory of love.

As long as there's the two of us,
we've got the world and all it's charms.
And when the world is through with us,
we've got each other's arms.

You've got to win a little, lose a little,
yes, and always have the blues a little.
That's the story of, that's the glory of love.
That's the story of, that's the glory of love.

Thanks to Julie James for submitting the lyrics

I am just a poor boy.
Though my story's seldom told,
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles,
Such are ppromises
All lies and jest
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest.
When I left my home
And my family,
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station,
Running scared,
Laying low,
Seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go,
Looking for the places
Only they would know.

CHORUS
Lie-la-lie.....

Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job,
But I get no offers.
Just a come-on from the whores
On Seventh Avenue
I do declare,
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there.

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Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren't bleeding me,
Leading me,
Going home.

In the clearing stands a boxer,
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame,
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
But the fighter still remains

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