THE AIR THAT I BREATHE
K.D. LANG
Songwriters: ALBERT Louis HAMMOND & MICHAEL HAZLEWOOD
Country: canada
Album: drag
Label: warner bros records
Genre: pop
Year: 1997

Drag is a cover album by k.d. lang, released in 1997; most of its songs feature a smoking motif, although some address broader issues of dependence and/or addiction. The cover of Dionne Warwick's "(Theme from) Valley of the Dolls" was notably used in key scenes in the pilot episode and series finale of the Showtime comedy-drama series Nurse Jackie. Lang's cover of "Hain't It Funny" was part of the soundtrack for the 2002 film Talk to Her.
Kathryn Dawn Lang OC AOE (born November 2, 1961), known by her stage name k.d. lang, is a Canadian pop and country singer-songwriter and occasional actress.
Lang has won both Juno Awards and Grammy Awards for her musical performances; hits include "Constant Craving" and "Miss Chatelaine". She has contributed songs to movie soundtracks and has collaborated with musicians such as Roy Orbison, Tony Bennett,  Anne Murray, Ann Wilson, and Jane Siberry.
Lang is also known for being na animal rights, gay rights, and Tibetan human rights activist. She is a tantric practitioner of the old school of Tibetan Buddhism. She performed Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah" live at the opening ceremony of the 2010 Winter Olympics in Vancouve, British Columbia. Previously, she had performed at the closing ceremony of the 1988 Winter Olympics in Calgary, Alberta. Lang possesses the vocal range of a mezzo-soprano.
If I could make a wish,
I think I'd pass.
Can't think of anything I need -
No cigarettes, no sleep, no light, no sound,
Nothing to eat, no books to read.

Making love with you
Has left me peaceful, warm, and tired.
What more could I ask?
There's nothing left to be desired.
Peace came upon me and it leaves me weak.
So sleep, silent angel, go to sleep.

Sometimes, all I need is the air that I breathe
And to love you.
All I need is the air that I breathe,
Yes, to love you.
All I need is the air that I breathe.

Making love with you
Has left me peaceful, warm, and tired.
What more could I ask?
There's nothing left to be desired.

Sometimes, all I need is the air that I breathe
And to love you.
All I need is the air that I breathe,
Yes, to love you.
All I need is the air that I breathe.

Peace came upon me and it leaves me weak.
So sleep, silent angel, go to sleep.
Sleep, silent angel, go to sleep.
CHRISTMAS CARD FROM A HOOKER IN MINNEAPOLIS
TOM WAITS
SONGWRITER: TOM WAITS
COUNTRY: U. S. A.
ALBUM: BLUE VALENTINE
LABEL: ASYLUM
GENRE: JAZZ
YEAR: 1978

"CHRISTMAS CARD FROM A HOOKER IN MINNEAPOLIS" is a song written and performed by Tom Waits, released on his 1978 album, Blue Valentine.
"Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis" has been described as a "laconic first-person sketch." The song's lyrics narrate a letter written by a prostitute to a man named Charlie. She confesses to being pregnant, and describes her current living circumstances, including her stable relationship with a partner who promises to raise her arriving baby "like he would his own son." At the song's conclusion, the author confesses to Charlie that she has been lying to him; she does not have a husband, is currently serving time in prison, and will be eligible for parole on Valentine's Day.
Thomas Alan Waits (born December 7, 1949) is an American singer, songwriter, musician, composer, and actor. His music is characterized by his distinctive deep, gravelly singing voice and lyrics focusing on the underside of U.S. society. During the 1970s, he worked primarily in jazz, but since the 1980s his music has reflected greater influence from blues, vaudeville, and experimental genres.
Hey Charlie i'm pregnant

And living on the 9th street
Right above a dirty bookstore
Of Euclid avenue
And i stopped takin dope
And i quit drinkin whiskey
And my old man plays the trombone
And works out at the track

And he says that he loves me
Even though its not his baby
And he says that he'll raise him up
Like he would his own son
And he gave me a ring
That was worn by his mother
And he takes me out dancin
Every saturday night.

And hey Charlie i think about you
Everytime i pass a fillin station
Om account of all the grease
You used to wear in your hair
And i still have that record
Of little anthony & the imperials
But someone stole my record player
Now how do you like that?

Hey charlie i almost went crazy
After mario got busted
So i went back to omaha to
Live with my folks
But everyone i used to know
Was either dead or in prison
So i came back to minneapolis
This time i think i'm gonna stay.

Hey Charlie i think i'm happy
For the first time since my accident
And i wish i had all the money
That we used to spend on dope
I'd buy me a used car lot
And i wouldn't sell any of em
I'd just drive a different car
Every day, dependin on how
I feel

Hey Charlie for chrissakes
Do you want to know the
Truth of it?
I don't have a husband
He don't play the trombone
And i need to borrow money
To pay this lawyer
And Charlie, hey
I'll be eligible for parole
Come Valentines Day.
DON’T BREAK THE HEART THAT LOVES YOU

CONNIE FRANCIS
SONWRITER: BENNY DAVIS & MURRAY MENCHER
COUNTRY: U. S. A.
ALBUM: DON’T BREAK THE HEART THAT LOVES YOU
LABEL: MGM RECORDS
GENRE: COUNTRY
YEAR: 1961

"Don't Break the Heart That Loves You" is an American song written by Benny Davis and Murray Mencher (using the pseudonym Ted Murry). The song was a success for two artists in two different genres: Connie Francis in the pop field in 1962, and Margo Smith as a country version in 1978.
Don't break the heart that loves you, handle it with care
Don't break the heart that needs you, darlin', please be fair
Why do you flirt and constantly hurt me
Why do you treat our love so carelessly

You know i'm jealous of you and yet you seem to try
To go out of your way to be unkind
Sweetheart, i'm begging of you don't break this heart that loves you
Don't break this heart of mine

Spoken
Darling, please don't hurt me. please, don't make me cry. i don't know what i'd do
If you'd ever say goodbye. remember i love you so much and love's life's greatest
Joy. please don't break my heart like a child breaks a little toy.

Sweetheart, i'm begging of you don't break this heart that loves you
Don't break this heart of mine

(don't break this heart).
SLOOP JOHN B
THE BEACH BOYS
SONGWRITER: Jörgen Elofsson
COUNTRY: U. S. A.
ALBUM: PET SOUNDS
LABEL: CAPITOL
GENRE: ROCK
YEAR: 1966

Pet Sounds is the eleventh studio album by American rock band the Beach Boys, released on May 16, 1966. It initially met with a lukewarm critical and commercial response in the United States, peaking at number 10 in the Billboard 200, a somewhat lower placement than the band's preceding albums. In the United Kingdom, the album was hailed by the music press and was an immediate commercial success, peaking at number 2 in the UK Top 40 Albums Chart and remaining among the top ten positions for six months. Promoted as "the most progressive pop album ever", Pet Sounds attracted recognition for its ambitious recording and uniquely sophisticated music, and is widely considered to be among the most influential albums in the history of music.
We come on the Sloop John B
My grandfather and me
Around Nassau town we did roam
Drinking all night
Got into a fight
Well I feel so broke up
I wanna go home

So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I wanna go home, yeah, yeah
Well I feel so broke up
I wanna go home

The first mate he got drunk
Broke in the captain's trunk
The constable had to come and take him away
Sheriff John Stone
Why don't you leave me alone, yeah, yeah
Well I feel so broke up
I wanna go home

So hoist up the John B's sails
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I wanna go home, let me go home
Why don't you let me go home
Hoist up the John B
I feel so broke up
I wanna go home, let me go home

The poor cook he caught the fits
And threw away all my grits
And then he took and he ate up all of my corn
Let me go home
Why don't they let me go home
This is the worst trip I've ever been on

So hoist up the John B's sails
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I wanna go home, let me go home
Why don't you let me go home

~oh yeah who rox?