Songwriters: Van Morrison Hey, where did we go Days when the rains came ? Down in the hollow Playing a new game Laughing and a-running, hey, hey Skipping and a-jumping In the misty morning fog with Our, our hearts a-thumping And you, my brown-eyed girl You, my brown-eyed girl Whatever happened To Tuesday and so slow Going down to the old mine with a Transistor radio Standing in the sunlight laughing Hide behind a rainbow’s wall Slipping and a-sliding All along the waterfall With you, my brown-eyed girl You, my brown-eyed girl Do you remember when we used to sing Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah Just like that Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah La dee dah So hard to find my way Now that I’m all on my own I saw you just the other day My, how you have grown! Cast my memory back there, Lord Sometime I’m overcome thinking about Making love in the green grass Behind the stadium With you, my brown-eyed girl You, my brown-eyed girl Do you remember when we used to sing Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah Laying in the green grass Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah Dee dah dee dah dee dah dee dah dee dah dee Sha la la la la la la la la la la la la

Songwriters: Lou Reed Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather Whiplash girl child in the dark Comes in bells, your servant, don’t forsake him Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart Downy sins of streetlight fancies Chase the costumes she shall wear Ermine furs adorn the imperious Severin, Severin awaits you there I am tired, I am weary I could sleep for a thousand years A thousand dreams that would awake me Different colors made of tears Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather Shiny leather in the dark Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart Severin, Severin, speak so slightly Severin, down on your bended knee Taste the whip, in love not given lightly Taste the whip, now plead for me I am tired, I am weary I could sleep for a thousand years A thousand dreams that would awake me Different colors made of tears Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather Whiplash girl child in the dark Severin, your servant comes in bells, please don’t forsake him Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

Songwriters: Bob Dylan Once upon a time you dressed so fine You threw the bums a dime in your prime, Didn’t you? People’d call, say “Beware doll, you’re Bound to fall” You thought they were all kiddin’ you You used to laugh about Everybody that was hangin’ out Now you don’t walk so proud Now you don’t talk so loud About having to be scrounging for your Next meal How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home A complete unknown Just like a rolling stone? You’ve went to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely But you know you only used to get juiced In it Nobody has ever taught you how to Live on the street But now you find out you’re gonna have To get used to it You said you’d never compromise With the mystery tramp, but now you Realize That he’s not selling any alibis As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes And say do you want to make a deal? How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Just like a rolling stone? How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home A complete unknown Just like a rolling stone? Princess on the steeple and all the pretty People They’re drinkin’, thinkin’ that they got it Made Exchanging all kinds of precious

Songwriters: John Edmund Andrew Phillips / Michelle Gilliam All the leaves are brown (all the leaves are brown) And the sky is grey (and the sky is grey) I’ve been for a walk (I’ve been for a walk) On a winter’s day (on a winter’s day) I’d be safe and warm (I’d be safe and warm) If I was in L.A. (if I was in L.A.) California dreamin’ (California dreamin’) On such a winter’s day Stopped into a church I passed along the way Well, I got down on my knees (got down on my knees) And I pretend to pray (I pretend to pray) You know the preacher like the cold (preacher like the cold) He knows I’m gonna stay (knows I’m gonna stay) California dreamin’ (California dreamin’) On such a winter’s day All the leaves are brown (all the leaves are brown) And the sky is grey (and the sky is grey) I’ve been for a walk (I’ve been for a walk) On a winter’s day (on a winter’s day) If I didn’t tell her (if I didn’t tell her) I could leave today (I could leave today) California dreamin’ (California dreamin’) On such a winter’s day (California dreamin’) On such a winter’s day (California dreamin’) On such a winter’s day

Songwriters: Thomas James Davies / John Patrick Huerto / Adam Luke Lyons / Nathan Daniel Lyons / Timothy Jacob Voeten Where are you going I don’t mind I’ve killed my world and I’ve 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 don’t mind If I live too long I’m afraid I’ll 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 you’ve been where I’ve 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 I’ll do All the things I own I will share with you If I feel tomorrow like I feel today We’ll 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 ’cause soon I feel you’re 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 I’m afraid I’ll

Songwriters: Jim Morrison, John Paul Densmore, Raymond D Manzarek, Robert A Krieger This is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end Of our elaborate plans, the end Of everything that stands, the end No safety or surprise, the end I’ll never look into your eyes… Again Can you picture what will be So limitless and free Desperately in need… Of some… Stranger’s hand In a… Desperate land Lost in a Roman… Wilderness of pain And all the children are insane All the children are insane Waiting for the summer rain, yeah There’s danger on the edge of town Ride the King’s highway, baby Weird scenes inside the gold mine Ride the highway west, baby Ride the snake, ride the snake To the lake, the ancient lake, baby The snake is long, seven miles Ride the snake… He’s old, and his skin is cold The west is the best The west is the best Get here, and we’ll do the rest The blue bus is callin’ us The blue bus is callin’ us Driver, where you taken’ us The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on He took a face from the ancient gallery And he walked on down the hall He went into the room where his sister lived, and… Then he Paid a visit to his brother, and then he He walked on down the hall, and And he came to a door… And he looked inside Father, yes son,

Songwriters: John Lennon / Paul McCartney Can’t buy me love, love Can’t buy me love I’ll buy you a diamond ring my friend if it makes you feel alright I’ll get you anything my friend if it makes you feel alright Cos I don’t care too much for money, and money can’t buy me love I’ll give you all I got to give if you say you’ll love me too I may not have a lot to give but what I got I’ll give to you I don’t care too much for money, money can’t buy me love Can’t buy me love, everybody tells me so Can’t buy me love, no no no, no Say you don’t need no diamond ring and I’ll be satisfied Tell me that you want the kind of thing that money just can’t buy I don’t care too much for money, money can’t buy me love Owww Can’t buy me love, everybody tells me so Can’t buy me love, no no no, no Say you don’t need no diamond ring and I’ll be satisfied Tell me that you want the kind of thing that money just can’t buy I don’t care too much for money, money can’t buy me love Can’t buy me love, love Can’t buy me love

Songwriters: Glen Matlock / John Lydon / Paul Thomas Cook / Stephen Philip Jones God save the queen The fascist regime They made you a moron A potential H bomb God save the queen She’s not a human being and There’s no future And England’s dreaming Don’t be told what you want Don’t be told what you need There’s no future No future No future for you God save the queen We mean it man We love our queen God saves God save the queen ‘Cause tourists are money And our figurehead Is not what she seems Oh God save history God save your mad parade Oh Lord God have mercy All crimes are paid Oh when there’s no future How can there be sin We’re the flowers In the dustbin We’re the poison In your human machine We’re the future Your future God save the queen We mean it man We love our queen God saves God save the queen We mean it man There’s no future In England’s dreaming God save the queen No future No future No future for you No future No future No future for me No future No future No future for you