{ from the 1962 film "Blue Hawaii" 
Words and Music by George Weiss, 
Hugo Peretti and Luigi Creatore. }
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Wise men say: 
"Only fools rush in."
But I can't help 
Falling in love with you.

Shall I stay? 
Would it be a sin? 
If I can't help 
Falling in love with you?

Like a river flows,
Surely to the sea,
Babe that's how it goes,
Somethings are meant to be.

Take my hand,
Take my whole life too.
'Cause I can't help 
Falling in love with you.

Like a river flows,
Surely to the sea,
Darling, that's how it goes,
Somethings are meant to be.

Just take my hand, 
Take my whole life too,
For I can't help 
Falling in love with you.

For I can't help 
Falling in love 
with 
you.

I remember you well
In a Chelsea Hotel
You were talking so
Brave and so sweet

Giving me head
On a unmade bed
While the limousines
Wait in the street

And those were the reasons 'n'
That was New York
I was running for the money
And the flesh

I was running for the money
And the flesh

And that was called love
For the workers in song
And it still is for
Those of us left

Ah but you got away
Didn't you babe?
You just threw it all
To the ground

You got away
They can't pay you now

For making your sweet little sound
( common make it babe )
Making your sweet little sound
( let's all do it now )
Making your sweet little sound
( I can hear it )

Making your sweet little sound.

I remember you well
In a Chelsea Hotel
Then I went to
Tennessee

Sittin' by the creek
With Willy York
And Kid Marley came ta
Visit me

For those were the reasons and
That was New York
I was running for the money
And the flesh

And that was called Love
For the workers in song
And it still is
For the few of us left

Ah but you got away
Didn't you babe?
Aw - you just threw it all
To the ground

You got away on your
Deepest dreams

Making your sweet little sound
( On the juke box )
Making your sweet  little sound
( On the transistor radio )
Making your sweet little song
( There's no lawyer(?)  now )
Making your sweet little song
( Let me follow you babe )
Making your sweet little song
( Let me follow you babe )
Making your sweet little song
( Aw, don't leave me now )
Making your sweet little song
( All the way down - yeah )

Yea, yeah, yeah, - heh babe
You and me did that
Such a big surprise to me
Lying with you, babe

Making your sweet little sound.

I remember you well
In a Chelsea Hotel
That was the winter of '67

My friends of that year
They were trying to go queer
And me I was
Just getting even

And those were the reasons
And that was New York
I was running for the fucking money and the flesh

That was called love
For the workers in song
And It still is
For the few of us left

Ah but you got away
Didn't you baby?
You just turned your back
On the pain

You got away on your
Whitest dreams

Racing the midnight train
( I can see ya )
Racing the midnight train
( With no clothes on )

See all your pinkness (?)
Torn on the gravel
All of your clothes that...
No cape could cover you
Shining your eyes in my
Deepest corner
Shining your eyes on my
Darkest corner
The racing the midnight train
I can't catch ya baby

Racing the midnight
Train

I must ask your indulgence, and offer my apologies,
because I'm going to sing a song in German, that
all of you learned in school a long time ago,
-so forgive me, - but it's a good song, it's a great song,
I wish I had written it.

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Die Gedanken Sind Frei
("My Thoughts Remain Free")
-- Heinrich Hoffmann von Fallersleben
-- 1815
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Die Gedanken sind frei,
Wer kann sie erraten,
Sie fliehen vorbei,
Wie nächtliche Schatten.

Kein Mensch kann sie wissen,
Kein Jäger erschießen
Es bleibet dabei:
Die Gedanken sind frei!

Es bleibet dabei:
Die Gedanken sind frei!

Ich denke was ich will
Und was mich beglücket,
Doch alles in der Still',
Und wie es sich schicket.

Mein Wunsch, mein Begehren
Kann niemand verwehren,
Es bleibet dabei:
Die Gedanken sind frei!

Es bleibet dabei:
Die Gedanken sind frei!

And if
Tyrants take me
And throw me
In prison,

My thoughts
Will break free,
Like all these
Blossoms in season.

The structure
Will tumble,
Foundations
Will crumble,

And free men will cry:
Die Gedanken sind frei!

And free men will cry:
Die Gedanken sind frei!

I think as I please!
This gives me so much pleasure.
My conscience decrees that this right
I must treasure

You know my thoughts
Will not cater
To any colonel
To any dictator.

No man can deny
Die Gedanken sind frei,

No man can deny:
Die Gendanken sind frei.

I'm forty-one. The moon is full.
You make love very well.
You touch me like I touch myself.
I like you,  mademoiselle.

You're so fresh and you're so new.
I do enjoy you, miss.
There's nothing I would rather do
Than move around just like this.

But do I have to dance all night?
Do I have to dance all night?
Oh tell me - bird of paradise,
Do I have to dance all night?

You never have to tell me what
It is you really think of me, alright.
Let's say I'm doing fine,
But do I have to dance all the night?

But do I have to dance all night?
But do I have to dance all night?
Ooh tell me Bird of Paradise,
Do I have to dance all night?

I learned this step awhile ago.
I had to practice it while everybody slept.
I waited half my life for you, you know.
I didn't even think that you'd accept.
And here you are before me in the flesh,
saying "yes, Yes, - YES!"

But do I have to dance all night?
Do I have to dance all night?
Come on,  tell me, - Bird of Paradise,
Do I have to dance all night?

I learned this step awhile ago.
I had to practice it while everybody slept.
I waited half my life for you, you to know,
I never really thought that you'd accept.
And here you are before me in the flesh,
saying "yes, Yes, -- YEAH..!"
- Come on now...

But do I have to dance all night?
Do I have to dance all night?
Oh tell me Bird of Paradise,
Do I have to dance all night?

Good night friends,
Thank you very much.

Dona Nobis Pacem { Give Us Your Peace }
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Dona Nobis Pacen
{ repeated - always }

....

Just in closing I want to say good night to you.
Thank you for flying(?)
your  warm reception of the song
and the musicians.

Good night.

I was born in a beauty salon.
My father was a dresser of hair.
My mother was a girl you could call on, -
When you called she was always there.

So you see I've looked behind all of these faces.
Yeah but, smile ya down to your knees
And the lips that say, come on come on taste us,
And when you try to they make you say "please".

Ah but, don't go home with your hard-on,
It will only drive you insane,
You can't shake it, or break it with your Motown,
Ya can't melt it down in the rain.

Here comes your bride with her veil on.
Approach her, you wretch, if you dare.
Yeah, approach her, you ape, with your tail on,
Once you have her, she'll always be there.

Ah but, don't go home with your hard-on,
It will only drive you insane,
You can't shake it, or break it with your Motown,
Ya can't melt it down in the rain.

Ah so I work in that same beauty salon.
I'm chained to the old masquerade.
I'm in the lipstick, the shadow, and the silicone -
I follow my father's trade.

{ many formerly gaping holes
have been filled - thanks
to José Tomás Domínguez }
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Yes I remember the promise
That you made in the bar
When the kittens was born
And you could not keep warm

You moved away to a mountain
The sun rose behind
You said yourself a prayer
That you laid down on the blind

You lost them in your freedom,
You need 'em now you're wild
Blessed is the memory
Of everybody's child.

And the vow of compassion
That ya swore through your teeth
When the war began to end
And the little brown photographs weep

Nobody beleive it only
But as the train pulls away
With its cargo of folly
Sold as German paperweights

Costing you your freedom,
Even now you're wild
Blessed is the memory
Of everybody's child

  do do do do   do do
  do do do do

Well it's four in the morning
And there's no one at home
Except for your wife
And your little baby on the phone

Ah, somebody's gotta listen
To a promise or two
This room is far too small
For a pilgrim like you

They're offering you your freedom,
Yeah you need 'em now - you're wild
Blessed is the memory
Of everybody's child.

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Ah, but now that you've decided
To follow the sun,
Like a shadow of waiting there
Or a king on the run

Your chains are too tight
For these seas you must swim.
You're smiling at the seaweed,
But your smile is much too grim.

Costing you your freedom,  yeah,
Even now you're wild,
But blessed is the memory
Of eveybody's child

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