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?