POISON IVY
THE COASTERS
SONGWRITERS: JEROME “JERRY” LEIBER & MIKE STOLLER
COUNTRY: U.S.A.
ALBUM: LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL
LABEL: BELL RECORDS
GENRE: R & B
YEAR: 1959

"Poison Ivy" is a popular song by American songwriting duo Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller. It was originally recorded by The Coasters in 1959. It went to #1 on the R&B chart, #7 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart, and #15 in the UK. This was their third top-ten hit of that year following "Charlie Brown" and "Along Came Jones".
The song discusses a girl known as "Poison Ivy". She is compared to measles, mumps, chickenpox, the common cold, and whooping cough, but is deemed worse, because "Poison Ivy, Lord, will make you itch". According to lyricist Jerry Leiber, "Pure and simple, 'Poison Ivy' is a metaphor for a sexually transmitted disease".
The song also makes references to other flowers such as a rose and a daisy.





She comes on like a rose but everybody knows
She'll get you in Dutch
You can look but you better not touch

Poison iv-y-y-y-y, poison iv-y-y-y-y
Late at night while you're sleepin' poison ivy comes
a'creepin'
Arou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ound

She's pretty as a daisy but look out man she's crazy
She'll really do you in
If you let her under your skin

Poison iv-y-y-y-y, poison iv-y-y-y-y
Late at night while you're sleepin' poison ivy comes
a'creepin'
Arou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ound

Measles make you bumpy
And mumps'll make you lumpy
And chicken pox'll make you jump and twitch
A common cold'll fool ya
And whooping cough can cool ya
But poison ivy, Lord'll make you itch!!

You're gonna need an ocean of calamine lotion
You'll be scratchin' like a hound
The minute you start to mess around

Poison iv-y-y-y-y, poison iv-y-y-y-y
Late at night while you're sleepin' poison ivy comes
a'creepin'
Arou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ound

Measles make you bumpy
And mumps'll make you lumpy
And chicken pox'll make you jump and twitch
A common cold'll fool ya
And whooping cough can cool ya
But poison ivy, Lord'll make you itch!!

You're gonna need an ocean of calamine lotion
You'll be scratchin' like a hound
The minute you start to mess around

Poison iv-y-y-y-y, poison iv-y-y-y-y
Late at night while you're sleepin' poison ivy comes
a'creepin'
Arou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ound

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JAILHOUSE ROCK
ELVIS PRESLEY
SONGWRITERS: JEROME “JERRY” LEIBER & MIKE STOLLER·
COUNTRY: U.S.A.
ALBUM: JAILHOUSE ROCK
LABEL: RCA
GENRE: ROCKABILLY
YEAR: 1977

Jailhouse Rock é a trilha sonora do terceiro filme de Elvis Presley de 1957 que tornou-se em um grande clássico da carreira do "rei do rock" e do próprio rock and roll. O álbum que foi lançado em formato de EP, nesse caso com cinco canções, é o mais vendido compacto duplo da história.
Na canção "Baby, I Don't Care", quem toca baixo é o próprio Elvis, pelo simples fato de o baixista oficial Bill Black, não conseguia tocar de forma satisfatória essa canção. "Don't Leave Me Now", também fez parte da trilha do filme Loving You de 1957, no entanto, a versão deste filme é diferente. "Jailhouse Rock" foi a primeira canção a atingir o primeiro lugar no Reino Unido logo em sua estréia; para muitos o maior destaque musical vai para "I Want To Be Free". A canção "Treat Me Nice", que também foi gravada nas mesmas sessões, foi lançada em compacto simples com "Jailhouse Rock" no "lado A". O compacto "Jailhouse Rock/Treat Me Nice" chegou a primeira posição nos EUA e também no Reino Unido e suas vendas garantiram a certificação atual de "platina dupla".





The warden threw a party in the county jail
The prison band was there and they began to wail
The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing
You should've heard those knocked out jailbirds sing

Let's rock, everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone
Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone
The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang
The whole rhythm section was the Purple Gang

Let's rock, everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

Number forty-seven said to number three
You're the cutest jailbird I ever did see
I sure would be delighted with your company
Come on and do the Jailhouse Rock with me

Let's rock, everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

The sad sack was a sittin' on a block of stone
Way over in the corner weepin' all alone
The warden said: Hey, buddy, don't you be no square
If you can't find a partner use a wooden chair

Let's rock, everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

Shifty Henry said to Bugsy: For Heaven's sake
No one's lookin', now's our chance to make a break
Bugsy turned to Shifty and he said: Nix, nix
I wanna stick around awhile and get my kicks!

Let's rock, everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock
Dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

Dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock
Dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

Dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock
7 SPANISH ANGELS
WILLIE NELSON
SONGWRITER: TROY SEALS & EDDIE SETSER
COUNTRY: U.S.A.
ALBUM: HALF NELSON
LABEL: COLUMBIA
GENRE: COUNTRY
YEAR: 1984

"Seven Spanish Angels" is a song written by Troy Seals and Eddie Setser, and recorded by American country music artist Willie Nelson as a duet with Ray Charles. It was released in November 1984 as the first single from the álbum Half Nelson. "Seven Spanish Angels" was the most successful of Ray Charles' eight hits on the country chart. The single spent one week at number one and a total of twelve weeks on the country chart.






He looked down into her brown eyes
And said "say a prayer for me"
She threw her arms around him
Whispered, "God will keep us free"
They could hear the riders comin'
He said, "this is my last fight
If they take me back to Texas
They won't take me back alive"

There were seven Spanish angels
At the altar of the sun
They were prayin' for the lovers
In the valley of the gun
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared
There was thunder from the throne
And seven Spanish angels
Took another angel home

She reached down and picked the gun up
That lay smokin' in his hand
She said, "Father, please forgive me
I can't make it without my man"
And she knew the gun was empty
And she knew she couldn't win
But her final prayer was answered
When the rifles fired again

There were seven Spanish angels
At the altar of the sun
They were prayin' for the lovers
In the valley of the gun
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared
There was thunder from the throne
And seven Spanish angels

Took another angel home
CHANGES
THE ASSOCIATION
SONGWRITERS: Romani, Malavasi, Paolo Gianolio (lead guitarist), Tanyayette Willoughby, Paul Slade & Wayne Garfield
COUNTRY: ITALY/u.s.a.
ALBUM: "AND THEN... ALONG COMES THE ASSOCIATION"
LABEL: ATLANTIC RECORDS
GENRE: BOOGIE
YEAR: 1966

Change was an Italian-American post-disco group formed in Bologna, Italy in 1979 by businessman and executive producer Jacques Fred Petrus (1949–1986) and Mauro Malavasi (1957). They were heavily influenced by legendary disco band Chic.
Change was initially formed in 1979 as a studio-band with a revolving cast of musicians, led by businessman and executive producer Jacques Fred Petrus, with the majority of song-writing and production carried out by Mauro Malavasi and Davide Romani. The band’s dual Italian and American identity was a result of a production system in which the music, excepting the vocals, were written and recorded by Italian collaborators in studios such as Fontoprint Studios, Bologna, Italy. The backing tracks were then taken to the USA where vocals were added by American performers, before being mixed into finalised versions in major studios such as the Power Station in New York City.





Words don't come so easily to me
Sometimes I'm right, sometimes I'm wrong
Somehow I get along

Sometimes I'm mistaken
And believe me I am achin' from the times
I'm wrong within my song

But every time you're near
The words come out so neat and clear, and
You'll make some changes in me, let me tell you what I see
Changes in me

I know that you're not perfect
And I don't expect that kind of scene
You know just what I mean
I know sometimes you're walkin' and you're talkin'
You seem to get off the track
You most always get right back
It's only when you doubt yourself
That you get misplaced on your shelf

Just make your changes and see
You'll make some changes in me
You got the power and the reason for the rhyme
So lay it down I'll pick it up
And I'll put it in my mi-hi-hi-hind

Sometimes words don't make it so I'll play

So now I've sung my song
To you, I hope you enter but it's true
Sometimes I fall along the way
But then night always turns to day

You sing your song, I'll sing mine
And if they intertwine it's mighty good
If they don't it's understood, it's understood

You'll make some changes in me, let me tell you what I see
Changes in me
You got the power and the reason for the rhyme
So lay it down I'll pick it up
And I'll put it in my mi-hi-hi

Hi-hi-hind, hi-hi-hind