Words and music by:	
Betty Comden, Adolph Green, André Previn
...
Lyrics

When you get upset
defining to this love scene
The night must be right
The mood must be slow
The wine must be high
And the lights must be low
So I recommend some music
In the playground

For when you're stumbling for the right words to say
You'll find that music will go a long way

Music is better than words
You break the spell when you start to speak
That technique is all wrong
Just forget about words and sing her a song

Music was made for romance
Love is as sweet so go hand in gloves
Every lover knows this
And the sweeter the song the sweeter the kiss
When you're without love you cry
And your song is the blues
But when you've got love you're high
And your song is a gay refrain
A happy strain
That sings amused

Don't let the night go to waste
Looking for ways to say "I love you"
Take your cue from the birds
Music is better than words

Don't let the night go to waste
Looking for ways to say "I love you"
Take your cue from the birds
Music, music is better
Music is better than words

Music Is Better Than Words

Written by: 	
Lenny Adelson, Imogen Carpenter
....
You could leave tomorrow, fly to Mandalay, darling I would love you anyway,
I just couldn't help but care, anytime, anywhere.

You can keep me waiting every single night, I'll be there to meet you anyway,
You make life a love affair, anytime, anywhere.
Why should I lie and pretend I don't belong to you,
Why even try when it makes no difference what you do, I'll be true.

Take my heart completely, treat me as you may, I am yours forever anyway,
All I have is yours to share, anytime, anyplace, anywhere.

Anytime, Anywhere

The weeks go quickly by when hearts are gay
They seem to fly away, too soon, they're gone
Throughout the lonely nights, how hard you try
To lose the memories that linger on

[Chorus 1]
The boat rides we would take, the moonlight on the lake
The way we danced and hummed our favorite song
The things we did last summer I'll remember all winter long
The midway and the fun, the kewpie dolls we won
The bell I rang to prove that I was strong
The things we did last summer I'll remember all winter long

[Verse 2]
The early morning hike, the rented tandem bike
The lunches that we used to pack
We never could explain that sudden summer rain
The looks we got when we got back

[Chorus 2]
But the leaves began to fade like the promises we made
How could a love that seemed so right go wrong?
The things we did last summer I'll remember all winter long

The Things we did last summer

Juan Romero - But Not For Me

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yule tide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like eskimos

Everybody knows a turkey and some Mistle Toe
Help to make the season bright
Tiny tots with their eyes all a glow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight

They know that Santa's on his way
He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh
And every mother's child is gonna spy
To see if reindeer really know how to fly

And so I'm offering this simple phrase
To kids from 1 to 92
Although its been said
Many times, many ways

Merry Christmas to you...


They know that Santa's on his way
He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh
And every mother's child is gonna spy
To see if reindeer really know how to fly

And so I'm offering this simple phrase
To kids from 1 to 92
Although it's been said
Many times,many ways
Merry Christmas to you...

Letra y musica : Robert Wells & Mel Tormé.
Popularizada por Nat King Cole  en 1946

The Christmas Song

Juan Romero - Guilty

Juan Romero - Torn Between Two Lovers

Benvolgut, permet-me suposar
que, malgrat que no haguem gaudit de presentació oficial,
més o menys, així com jo, estàs assabentat
de la meva existència, de les coses que faig.
Benvolgut, jo ho reconec, què hi faré, covard de mi,
no és que siguis cada tarda el meu tema preferit,
vostres són les promeses que ningú ja complirà,
vostres les nits que els telèfons no paraven de sonar.
Però sí que et vaig veient en discos que al final no et vas endur
i alguns quina meravella, i alguns que mai tindràs prou lluny,
benvolgut, i en un somriure que fa sola caminant
i en aquella foto antiga oblidada en un calaix:
heu parat una furgoneta aprofitant la vista privilegiada d'una ciutat.
Tu assenyales l'absis romànic d'una catedral i sou joves i forts!
I sentiu l'eternitat al vostre davant!
I, benvolgut, ni sospiteu que gent com jo
estem esperant.
I que simpàtics que se us veu, i quin mal devia fer,
i m'ho imagino -o ho intento- i t'asseguro que comprenc
que encara avui, sense remei, tot trontolli un segon
quan un amic, amb bona fe, pronuncia el vostre nom.
Però vull pensar que tot va bé i que no enyores aquells temps,
que fins i tot en recordar no saps per què però estàs content
i vas veient coses pel món que t'estan agradant tant
i agraeixes que entre els dos em féssiu créixer amagat.
Amagat en mentidetes, en dubtes emprenyadors,
en cada intuïció fugaç d'una vida millor,
amagat en som molt joves per tenir res massa clar,
amagat en no sé què és, però, nena, no puc respirar.
Ai, benvolgut, que estrany si un dia et van fer mal
el meu amor, la meva sort, les meves mans
o el meu dit resseguint-li la columna vertebral!
Benvolgut, que ha arribat i es vol quedar!
Ai aquests dits, no són senzills, de gent com jo
que estava esperant.
Benvolgut, ho deixo aquí, que sé que ets un home ocupat.
Suposo que és moment d'acomiadar-me esperant
no haver-te emprenyat massa, no haver semblat un boig,
que la força ens acompanyi, adéu, fins sempre, sort!
Per si un dia ens creuem ja em disculpo, que em conec,
faré d'home seriós, esperaré darrere dret
mentre tu li fas brometa, veig que ara els busques alts,
mentre tu et reivindiques com molt més elegant.
Farem adéu i marxarem i ella em dirà que t'ha vist vell
i, pas a pas, ja estaràs tan lluny
com el cretí que abans d'entrar a Història li tocava el cul
arrambant-la contra els arbres del costat d'un institut.
Ai, pobrets meus, com s'haguessin espantat,
si entre els matolls, sortim tu i jo dient
ei, aquí els senyors, estem esperant.
Xicots, aneu fent lloc,
que estem esperant.

BENVOLGUT

Juan Romero

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