Tales From Earthsea: Therru's Song

Far, Far Above the Clouds Soaring with the Wind,

A Falcon Flies Alone, Silent as the Sky,
I Hear His Lonely Cry,
Never Can He Rest,
I Walk with You Along a Empty Winding Road,
We’re Far from the Ones we Love, and Never Can Return, 
Never Can we See Again, the Countries of Our Birth, 

When Will I Ever Find a Place to Call My Home?

Sadness Circling Like a Falcon in the Sky,
When Will I Ever Find a Way to Speak My Heart,
to Someone Who Knows, What it is to be Alone?

Far, Far Above the Clouds Against the Setting Sun, 

A Falcon Flies Alone Silent as the Sky,
I Hear His Lonely Cry, Never Can He Rest,
I Long to Spread My Wings and Fly Into the Light,
Open This Lonely Heart to One Who Understands,
When Will I Ever Find, a Way to Speak My Heart?
When Will I Ever Find a Place to Call My Home?
Sadness and Loneliness, a Falcon in the Sky,
When Will I Ever Find a Way to Speak My Heart,
to Someone Who Knows, What it is to be Alone
Is This The World We Created...?
Queen
Just look at all those hungry mouths we have to feed
Take a look at all the suffering we breed
So many lonely faces scattered all around
Searching for what they need
Is this the world we created?
What did we do it for
Is this the world we invaded
Against the law
So it seems in the end
Is this what we're all living for today
The world that we created
You know that everyday a helpless child is born
Who needs some loving care inside a happy home
Somewhere a wealthy man is sitting on his throne
Waiting for life to go by
Wooh, is this the world we created?
We made it all our own
Is this the world we devastated, right to the bone
If there's a God in the sky looking down
What can he think of what we've done
To the world that he created
God Help the Outcasts
Heidi Mollenhauer, Chorus Of The Hunchback Of Notre Dame

I don't know if You can hear me

Or if You're even there
I don't know if You would listen
To a gypsy's prayer
Yes, I know I'm just an outcast
I shouldn't speak to You
Still I see Your face and wonder
Were You once an outcast too?
God help the outcasts
Hungry from birth
Show them the mercy
They don't find on earth
God help my people
We look to You still
God help the outcasts
Where nobody will
I ask for wealth, I ask for fame
I ask for glory to shine on my name
I ask for love I can possess
I ask for God and His angels to bless me
I ask for nothing
I can get by
But I know so many
Less lucky than I
Please help my people
The poor and downtrod
I thought we all were
Children of God
God help the outcasts
Children of God
Other People's Stories
Kari Rueslåtten

Come take my hand and we`ll walk into the woods 

This is my kingdom, now this is your home 
If you believe, sometimes pretend 
If you fight back, in the end 
You should shall see what is worth
Other people`s stories they are just like mine 
But for one thing, I did what they plan 
In my darkest hour I just kill a man 
With the silver bullet in the barrel of my gun.
I should know better 
By the age of twenty-eight 
But I took the chance and I never once looked back
When the sun climbs up over victoria hill 
I will stop and take the last breath 
Then they`ll come for me
Y.M.C.A
Village People

Young man there's no need to feel down 

I said young man pick yourself off the ground 
I said young man 'cause your in a new town 
There's no need to be unhappy 
Young man there's a place you can go 
I said young man when you're short on your dough 
You can stay there and I'm sure you will find 
Many ways to have a good time. 
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A. 
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A. 
They have everything For young men to enjoy. 
You can hang out with all the boys. 
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A. 
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A. 
You can get yourself clean 
You can have a good meal 
You can do whatever you feel. 
Young man, Are you listening to me 
I said, young man, what do you want to be 
I said, young man, you can make real your dreams, 
but you've got to know this one thing. 
No man, does it all by himself 
I said, young man, put your pride on the shelf 
And just go there, to the Y.M.C.A. 
I'm sure they can help you today 
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A. 
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A. 
They have everything for young men to enjoy. 
You can hang out with all the boys. 
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A. 
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A. 
You can get yourself clean 
You can have a good meal 
You can do whatever you feel. 
Young Man, I was once in your shoes, 
I said, I was down and out with the blues 
I felt, no man cared if I were alive 
I felt the whole world was so jive 
That's when someone came up to me 
and said young man take a walk up the street 
There's a place there called the Y.M.C.A. 
They can start you back on your way. 
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A. 
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A. 
They have everything For young men to enjoy. 
You can hang out with all the boys. 
Y.M.C.A. 
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A. 
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A. 
Young man, Young man, there's no need to feel down 
Young man, Young man, pick yourself off the ground 
Y.M.C.A. 
just go to the Y.M.C.A. 
Young Man, Young Man, I was once in your shoes, 
Young Man, Young Man, I was out with the blues 
Y.M.C.A. 
We Care a Lot
Faith No More

We care a lot
We care a lot
We care a lot about disasters, fires, floods and killer bees
We care a lot about the NASA shuttle falling in the sea
We care a lot about starvation and the food that Live Aid bought
We care a lot about disease, baby Rock, Hudson, rock, yeah
We care a lot
We care a lot
We care a lot about the gamblers and the pushers and the freaks
We care a lot about the people who live on the street
We care a lot about the welfare of all the boys and girls
We care a lot about you people 'cause we're out to save the world, yeah
It's a dirty job but someones gotta do it
Oh, it's a dirty job but someones gotta do it
Its a dirty job but someones gotta do it
Oh, it's a dirty job but someones gotta do it
It's a dirty job but someones gotta do it
Oh, it's a dirty job but someones gotta do it
We care a lot about the army, navy, air force and marines
We care a lot about the NY, SF and LAPD
We care a lot about you people
We care a lot about your guns
We care a lot about the wars you're fighting gee that looks like fun
We care a lot about the cabbage patch, the smurfs, and DMC
We care a lot about Madonna and we cop for Mr.T
We care a lot about the little things, the bigger things we top
We care a lot about you people yeah you bet we care a lot, yeah
It's a dirty job but someones gotta do it
Oh, it's a dirty job but someones gotta do it
Said, it's a dirty job but someones gotta do it
Oh, it's a dirty job but someones gotta do it
Oh, it's a dirty job but someones gotta do it
Oh, it's a dirty job but someones gotta do it
Oh, it's a dirty job but someones gotta do it
Oh, it's a dirty job but someones gotta do it
Oh, it's a dirty job but someones gotta do it
Streets of London
Ralph McTell

Have you seen the old man

In the closed down market
Kicking up the papers
With his worn out shoes?
In his eyes, you see no pride
Hands held loosely at his side
Yesterday's paper
Telling yesterday's news
So, how can you tell me you're lonely
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old girl
Who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair
And her clothes in rags?
She's no time for talking
She just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home
In two carrier bags
So, how can you tell me you're lonely
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show…