a mawkish pair – the only thing there's too little of

What the world needs now is love, sweet love

It's the only thing that there's just too little of

What the world needs now is love, sweet love,

No not just for some but for everyone.

Lord, we don't need another mountain,

There are mountains and hillsides enough to climb

There are oceans and rivers enough to cross,

Enough to last till the end of time.

What the world needs now is love, sweet love

It's the only thing that there's just too little of

What the world needs now is love, sweet love,

No, not just for some but for everyone.

Lord, we don't need another meadow

There are cornfields and wheat fields enough to grow

There are sunbeams and moonbeams enough to shine

Oh listen, lord, if you want to know.

What the world needs now is love, sweet love

It's the only thing that there's just too little of

What the world needs now is love, sweet love,

No not just for some but for everyone.

No not just for some, oh, but just for everyone.

What the World Needs Now is Love – 

Tom Clay remixes, and Cat Power sings Hal David & Burt Bacharach

cool pairs – read books, repeat quotations

My love, she speaks like silence

Without ideals or violence

She doesn't have to say she's faithful

Yet she's true like ice, like fire

People carry roses

And make promises by the hour

My love she laughs like the flowers

Valentines can't buy her

In the dime stores and bus stations

People talk of situations

Read books, repeat quotations

Draw conclusions on the wall

Some speak of the future

My love, she speaks softly

She knows there's no success like failure

And that failure's no success at all

The cloak and dagger dangles

Madams light the candles

In ceremonies of the horsemen

Even the pawn must hold a grudge

Statues made of matchsticks

Crumble into one another

My love winks she does not bother

She knows too much to argue or to judge

The bridge at midnight trembles

The country doctor rambles

Bankers' nieces seek perfection

Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring

The wind howls like a hammer

The night wind blows cold n' rainy

My love, she's like some raven

At my window with a broken wing

Love Minus Zero/No Limits – Judy Collins and Jackson Browne sing Dylan

cool pairs – soakin' my head to unrattle my brain

I couldn't find quiet

I went out in the rain

I was just soakin' my head to unrattle my brain

Somebody said you disappeared in a crowd

I didn't understand then

I don't understand now

Am I the one you think about when you're sitting in your faintin' chair drinking pink rabbits?

Am I the one you think about when you're sitting in your faintin' chair drinking pink rabbits?

And everybody was gone

You were standin' in the street 'cause you were tryin' not to crack up

It wasn't like a rain it was more like a sea

I didn't ask for this pain it just came over me

I love a storm, but I don't love lightning

All the waters coming up so fast, that's frightening

Am I the one you think about when you're sitting in your faintin' chair drinking pink rabbits?

Am I the one you think about when you're sitting in your faintin' chair drinking pink rabbits?

And everybody was gone

I was standing in the street 'cause I was trying not to crack

I was solid gold

I was in the fight

I was coming back from what seemed like a ruin

I couldn't see you coming so far

I just turn around and there you are

I'm so surprised you want to dance with me now

I was just getting used to living life without you around

I'm so surprised you want to dance with me now

You always said I held you way too high off the ground

You didn't see me I was falling apart

I was a white girl in a crowd of white girls in the park

You didn't see me I was falling apart

I was a television version of a person with a broken heart

You didn't see me I was falling apart

I was a white girl in a crowd of white girls in a park

You didn't see me I was falling apart

I was a television version of a person with a broken heart

And everybody was gone

You were standin' in the street 'cause you were trying not to crack up

And bona drag was still on

Now I only think about Los Angeles when the sun kicks out

Now I only think about Los Angeles when the sun kicks out

You said it would be painless

The needle in the doll

You said it would be painless

It wasn't that at all

You said it would be painless

The needle in the doll

You said it would be painless

It wasn't that at all (when the sun kicks out)

You said it would be painless

The needle in the doll (when the sun kicks out)

You said it would be painless

It wasn't that at all

Pink Rabbits – The Lone Bellow sing The National

cool pairs – in the secret space of dreams

In the attics of my life, 

full of cloudy dreams unreal
Full of tastes no tongue can know, 

and lights no eye can see
When there was no ear to hear, 

you sang to me

I have spent my life 

seeking all that's still unsung
Bent my ear to hear the tune, 

and closed my eyes to see
When there were no strings to play, 

you played to me

In the book of love's own dream, 

where all the print is blood
Where all the pages are my days, 

and all my lights grow old
When I had no wings to fly, 

you flew to me, you flew to me

In the secret space of dreams, 

where I dreaming lay amazed
When the secrets all are told, 

and the petals all unfold
When there was no dream of mine, 

you dreamed of me

Attics Of My Life – The Lamont Men's Choir sings The Grateful Dead

cool pairs – things are going to slide

Give me back my broken night 

my mirrored room, my secret life 

it's lonely here, 

there's no one left to torture 

Give me absolute control 

over every living soul 

And lie beside me, baby, 

that's an order! 

Give me crack and anal sex 

Take the only tree that's left 

and stuff it up the hole 

in your culture 

Give me back the Berlin wall 

give me Stalin and St Paul 

I've seen the future, brother: 

it is murder. 

Things are going to slide, slide in all directions 

Won't be nothing 

Nothing you can measure anymore 

The blizzard, the blizzard of the world 

has crossed the threshold 

and it has overturned 

the order of the soul 

When they said REPENT REPENT 

I wonder what they meant 

When they said REPENT REPENT 

I wonder what they meant 

When they said REPENT REPENT 

I wonder what they meant 

You don't know me from the wind 

you never will, you never did 

I'm the little jew 

who wrote the Bible 

I've seen the nations rise and fall 

I've heard their stories, heard them all 

but love's the only engine of survival 

Your servant here, he has been told 

to say it clear, to say it cold: 

It's over, it ain't going 

any further 

And now the wheels of heaven stop 

you feel the devil's riding crop 

Get ready for the future: 

it is murder 

Things are going to slide ... 

There'll be the breaking of the ancient 

western code 

Your private life will suddenly explode 

There'll be phantoms 

There'll be fires on the road 

and the white man dancing 

You'll see a woman 

hanging upside down 

her features covered by her fallen gown 

and all the lousy little poets 

coming round 

tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson 

and the white man dancin' 

Give me back the Berlin wall 

Give me Stalin and St Paul 

Give me Christ 

or give me Hiroshima 

Destroy another fetus now 

We don't like children anyhow 

I've seen the future, baby: 

it is murder 

Things are going to slide ... 

When they said REPENT REPENT ...

The Future – Teddy Thompson sings Cohen

cool pairs – drownded in the tide

Oh, the time will come up

When the winds will stop

And the breeze will cease to be breathin'

Like the stillness in the wind

Before the hurricane begins

The hour that the ship comes in

And the seas will split

And the ship will hit

And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking

Then the tide will sound

And the wind will pound

And the morning will be breaking

Oh, the fishes will laugh

As they swim out of the path

And the seagulls they'll be smiling

And the rocks on the sand

Will proudly stand

The hour that the ship comes in

And the words that are used

For to get the ship confused

Will not be understood as they're spoken

For the chains of the sea

Will have busted in the night

And will be buried at the bottom of the ocean

A song will lift

As the mainsail shifts

And the boat drifts on to the shoreline

And the sun will respect

Every face on the deck

The hour that the ship comes in

Then the sands will roll

Out a carpet of gold

For your weary toes to be a-touchin'

And the ship's wise men

Will remind you once again

That the whole wide world is watchin'

Oh, the foes will rise

With the sleep still in their eyes

And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreamin'

But they'll pinch themselves and squeal

And know that it's for real

The hour when the ship comes in

Then they'll raise their hands

Sayin' we'll meet all your demands

But we'll shout from the bow your days are numbered

And like Pharaoh's tribe

They'll be drownded in the tide

And like Goliath, they'll be conquered

When The Ship Comes In – The Clancy Brothers and Outernational sing Dylan

cool pairs – I heard a funny thing

Yeah, ' said it's alright

I won't forget

All the times

I waited patiently for you

As you do just what you choose to do

And I will be alone again tonight my dear

Yeah, I heard a funny thing

Somebody said to me

You know that I could be in love

With almost everyone

I think that people are the greatest fun

And I will be alone again tonight my dear

Alone Again Or – Calexico sing Love

cool pairs – now my foolish boat is leaning

Long afloat on shipless oceans

I did all my best to smile

'Til your singing eyes and fingers

Drew me loving to your isle

And you sang

Sail to me

Sail to me

Let me enfold you

Here I am

Here I am

Waiting to hold you

Did I dream you dreamed about me?

Were you here when I was forced out

Now my foolish boat is leaning

Broken lovelorn on your rocks

For you sing, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow

Oh my heart, Oh my heart shies from the sorrow"

Well I'm as puzzled as the newborn child

I'm as riddled as the tide

Should I stand amid the breakers?

Or should I lie with death, my bride?

Hear me sing, "Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you

Here I am, here I am, waiting to hold you"

Song to The Siren – This Mortal Coil and Bryan Ferry sing Tim Buckley

cool pairs – it's all just a dream babe

Ramona

Come closer

Shut softly your watery eyes

The pangs of your sadness

Will pass as your senses will rise

The flowers of the city

Though breathlike

Get deathlike at times

And there’s no use in tryin’

T’ deal with the dyin’

Though I cannot explain that in lines

Your cracked country lips

I still wish to kiss

As to be under the strength of your skin

Your magnetic movements

Still capture the minutes I’m in

But it grieves my heart, love

To see you tryin’ to be a part of

A world that just don’t exist

It’s all just a dream, babe

A vacuum, a scheme, babe

That sucks you into feelin’ like this

I can see that your head

Has been twisted and fed

By worthless foam from the mouth

I can tell you are torn

Between stayin’ and returnin’

(Home) back to the South

You’ve been fooled into thinking

That the finishin’ end is at hand

Yet there’s no one to beat you

No one t’ defeat you

’Cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad

I’ve heard you say many times

That you’re better ’n no one

And no one is better ’n you

If you really believe that

You know you got

Nothing to win and nothing to lose

From fixtures and forces and friends

Your sorrow does stem

That hype you and type you

Making you feel

That you must be exactly like them

I’d forever talk to you

But soon my words

They would turn into a meaningless ring

For deep in my heart

I know there is no help I can bring

Everything passes

Everything changes

Just do what you think you should do

And someday maybe

Who knows, baby

I’ll come and be cryin’ to you

To Ramona – the great Alan Price and Sinéad Lohan sing Bob Dylan