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PAROLES STANDARDS JAZZ & CHANSONS

cheek to cheekchega de saudade

dream a little dreamel paso del ebrofrim fram sauce

gole sangamthe man i love

my funny valentinenight_and_daynight in Tunisia

quizasround midnight

sentimental journeyveinte anos

A Night in Tunisia

The moon is the same moon above youAglow with its cool evening light

But shining at night in TunisiaNever does it shine so bright.

The stars are aglow in the heavensBut only the wise understand

That shining at night in TunisiaThey guide you through the desert sand.

Words fail to tell a taleToo exotic to be told

Each night's a deeper nightIn a world ages old.

The cares of the day seem to vanishThe ending of day brings releaseEach wonderful night in Tunisia

Where the nights are filled with peace.

The credits are (Gillespie-Paparelli-Hendricks), so I don't know how much of the words below are Jon Hendricks and how much are 'Paparelli'. My best guess is that these words are

by Paparelli, whoever he/she is, and that Hendricks' contribution was the words to the jazz improvisation (the Charlie Parker solo), which appear on the Manhattan Transfer album 'Vocalese' sung by Hendricks himself [indecipherably, for the most part]. Ella's version

includes only the main head of the song:

As Time Goes By(Hupfeld)

This day and age we're living in Gives cause for apprehension With speed and new invention

And things like fourth dimension Yet we get a trifle weary

With Mr. Einstein's theory So we must get down to earth at times

Relax relieve the tension And no matter what the progress

Or what may yet be proved The simple facts of life are such

They cannot be removedYou must remember this

A kiss is still a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh The fundamental things apply

As time goes byAnd when two lovers woo They still say, "I love you"

On that you can rely No matter what the future brings

As time goes byMoonlight and love songs

Never out of date Hearts full of passion

Jealousy and hate Woman needs man

And man must have his mate That no one can deny

Well, it's still the same old story A fight for love and glory

A case of do or die The world will always welcome lovers

As time goes by Oh yes, the world will always welcome lovers

As time goes by

Ballad of a thin man (Bob Dylan)You walk into the room

With your pencil in your handYou see somebody naked

And you say, "Who is that man?"You try so hard

But you don't understandJust what you'll sayWhen you get home

Because something is happening hereBut you don't know what it is

Do you, Mister Jones?

You raise up your headAnd you ask, "Is this where it is?"

And somebody points to you and says"It's his"

And you say, "What's mine?"And somebody else says, "Where what is?"

And you say, "Oh my GodAm I here all alone?"



You hand in your ticketAnd you go watch the geek

Who immediately walks up to youWhen he hears you speak

And says, "How does it feelTo be such a freak?"

And you say, "Impossible"As he hands you a bone



You have many contacts

Among the lumberjacksTo get you facts

When someone attacks your imaginationBut nobody has any respect

Anyway they already expect youTo just give a check

To tax-deductible charity organizations

You've been with the professorsAnd they've all liked your looks

With great lawyers you haveDiscussed lepers and crooksYou've been through all ofF. Scott Fitzgerald's books

You're very well readIt's well known



Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to youAnd then he kneelsHe crosses himself

And then he clicks his high heelsAnd without further noticeHe asks you how it feels

And he says, "Here is your throat backThanks for the loan"



Now you see this one-eyed midgetShouting the word "NOW"

And you say, "For what reason?"And he says, "How?"

And you say, "What does this mean?"And he screams back, "You're a cow

Give me some milkOr else go home"



Well, you walk into the roomLike a camel and then you frownYou put your eyes in your pocket

And your nose on the groundThere ought to be a law

Against you comin' aroundYou should be madeTo wear earphones

Because something is happening hereBut you don't know what it is, Do you, Mister Jones?

BELLA CIAOChant des partisans antifascistes italiens durant la 2nde GM

Una matina, mi son alzatto,O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao !

Una matina, mi son alzatto,E ho trovato l’invasor.

Oh partigiano, porta mi via,O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao !

Oh partigiano, porta mi via,Che mi sento di morir.

E se io muoio da partigiano,O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao !

E se io muoio da partigianoTu mi devi sepellir.

E sepellire lassu in montagna,O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao !

E sepellire lassu in montagnaSotto l’ombra di un bel fior.

E le genti que passerano,O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao !

E le genti que passeranoMi dirano : Que bel fior !

E questo è il fiore del partigiano,O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao !

E questo è il fiore del partigianoMorto per la liberta,

E questo è il fiore del partigianoMorto per la liberta ! (bis)

Black Coffee

I'm feelin' mightly lonesome,Haven't slept a wink,

I walk the floor and watch the doorand in between I drink.....

Black coffee, Love's a hand me down brew

I'll never know a Sunday in this week day room.

I'm talking to the shadows1 o'clock to four,

and lord how slow the moments gowhen all I do is pour

Black coffeeSince the blues caught my eye.

I'm hanging out on Monday,My Sunday dreams to dry.

Now a man is born to go a lovin'A woman's born to weep and fret

To stay at home and tend her ovenAnd drown her past regrets

in coffee and cigarettes.I'm moonin' all the mornin'

mournin' all the nightand in between it's nicotine and not much heart to fight

Black coffeeFeelin' low as the ground,

it's drivin' me crazy, this waitin' for my babyTo maybe come around.

My nerves have gone to piecesMy hair is turnin' grey

All I do is drink black coffee,Since my man's gone away.

Bridge Over Troubled Water(Johnny Cash )

When you’re weary, feeling smallWhen tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all

I’m on your side when times get roughAnd friends just can’t be found

Like a bridge over troubled waterI will lay me down


When you’re down and outWhen you’re on the street

When evening falls so hardI will comfort youI’ll take your part

When darkness comesAnd pain is all around



Sail on silvergirlSail on by

Your time has come to shineAll your dreams are on their way

See how they shineIf you need a friend

I’m sailing right behindLike a bridge over troubled water

I will ease your mindLike a bridge over troubled water

I will ease your mind

Ecoutable : http://www.hit-country-music-lyrics.com/johnnycashlyrics-bridgeovertroubledwater.html

CaravanNight and stars above that shine so bright

The myst'ry of their fading light That shines upon our caravan

Sleep upon my shoulder as we creep Across the sand so I may keep

The mem'ry of our caravanThis is so exciting

You are so inviting Resting in my arms

As I thrill to the magic charmsOf you beside me here beneath the blue

My dream of love is coming true Within our desert caravan!

Artist: Tony Bennett This version did not chart but

It charted twice in 1937: Duke Ellington (# 4) and Barney Bigard (# 20). In 1949 Billy Eckstine took it to # 27

In 1953 Ralph Marterie hit # 6 and The Esquire Boys managed # 27. Words by Irving Mills and music by Duke Ellington and Juan Tizol

CHIM CHIM CHER-EE

Chim chimineyChim chiminey

Chim chim cher-ee!A sweep is as lucky

As lucky can be


Chim chim cher-oo!Good luck will rub off when

I shake 'ands with you

Or blow me a kissAnd that's lucky too

Now as the ladder of life'As been strung

You may think a sweep'sOn the bottommost rung

Though I spends me timeIn the ashes and smokeIn this 'ole wide world

There's no 'appier bloke

Up where the smoke isAll billered and curled

'Tween pavement and starsIs the chimney sweep world

When the's 'ardly no dayNor 'ardly no night

There's things 'alf in shadowAnd 'alf way in light

On the roof tops of LondonCoo, what a sight!

I choose me bristles with prideYes, I do

A broom for the shaftAnd a broom for the flume

Though I'm covered with sootFrom me 'ead to me toes

A sweep knows 'e's welcomeWherever 'e goes


Chim chim cher-ee!

When you're with a sweepYou're in glad company

No where is thereA more 'appier crewThan them wot sings"Chim chim cher-ee

Chim cher-oo!"On the chim chiminey

Chim chim cher-eeChim cher-oo!

CORCOVADO

QUIET NIGHTS OF QUIET STARS,QUIET CHORDS FROM MY GUITAR

FLOATING IN THE SILENCE THAT SURROUNDS US

QUIET THOUGHTS AND QUIET DREAMS,QUIET WALKS BY QUIET STREAMS,

AND A WINDOWLOOKING ON THE MOUNTAINS

AND THE SEA.HOW LOVELY!

THIS IS WHERE I WANT TO BE.HERE, WITH YOU SO CLOSE TO ME,

UNTILL THE FINAL FLICKER OF LIFES EMBER.I, WHO WAS LOST AND LONELY, BELIEVING LIFE WAS ONLY

A BITTER TRAGIC JOKE, HAVE FOUND WITH YOU THE MEANING OF EXISTENCE OH, MY LOVE

Am6 G#m5+/6Um cantinho, um violão

Este amor, uma canção

Gm7 C7/9- F7+

Pra fazer feliz a quem se ama

Fm7 A#7/9Muita calma pra pensar

Em7 A7/5+E ter tempo pra sonhar

D7/9 Dm7Da janela vê-se o Corcovado

G7 C7+O Redentor, que lindo

Am6 G#m5+/6Quero a vida sempre assim

Com você perto de mim

Gm7 C7/9- F7+Até o apagar da velha chama

Fm7 A#7/9E eu que era triste

Em7 A7/5+Descrente desse mundo

Dm7 G7 Gm6b A7/5+Ao encontrar você eu conheci

Dm7 G7/5+ C7+/9O que é a felicidade, meu amor

CHEEK TO CHEEK

Heaven, I’m in heavenAnd my heart beats so that I can hardly speak

And I seem to find the happiness I seekWhen we’re out together dancing cheek to cheek

Heaven, I’m in heaven

And the cares that hung around me through the weekSeem to vanish like a gambler’s lucky streak

When we’re out together dancing (swinging) cheek to cheek

Oh I love to climb a mountainAnd reach the highest peak

But it doesn’t thrill (boot) me half as muchAs dancing cheek to cheek

Oh I love to go out fishingIn a river or a creek

But I don’t enjoy it half as muchAs dancing cheek to cheek

(come on and) dance with meI want my arm(s) about you

That (those) charm(s) about youWill carry me through...

(right up) to heaven, I’m in heavenAnd my heart beats so that I can hardly speak

And I seem to find the happiness I seekWhen we’re out together dancing, out together dancing (swinging)

Out together dancing cheek to cheek

Chega de Saudade(Tom Jobim e Vinícius de Moraes)

Int.: Dm7

Vai minha tristeza e diz à elaQue sem ela não pode ser

Diz-lhe numa prece que ela regressePorque eu não posso mais sofrer

Chega de saudade, a realidade é que sem elaNão há paz, não há beleza, é só tristeza

E a melancolia que não sai de mim, não sai de mim, não sai

Mas se ela voltar, se ela voltarQue coisa linda, que coisa louca

Pois há menos peixinhos a nadar no marDo que os beijinhos que eu darei na sua boca

Dentro dos meus braços os abraços hão de ser milhões de abraçosApertado assim, colado assim, calado assimAbraços e beijinhos e carinhos sem ter fim

Que é pra acabar com esse negócio de viver longe de mimNão quero mais esse negócio de você viver assim

Vamos deixar desse negócio de você viver sem mim

Cry me a river

Now you say you're lonelyYou cried the long night through

Well, you can cry me a riverCry me a river

I cried a river over youNow you say you're sorry

For being so untrueWell, you can cry me a river

Cry me a riverI cried a river over you

You drove me,Nearly drove me out of my head

While you never shed a tearRemember?

I remember all that you saidTold me love was to plebeian

Told me you were through with meNow you say you love meWell, just to prove you do

Cry me a riverCry me a river

I cried a river over youYou drove me

Nearly drove me out of my headWhile you never shed a tear

Remember?I remember all that you said Told me love was to plebeian

Told me you were through with me...And now you say you love me

Well, just to prove that you do...Come on! Come on!

Cry me a river...Cry me a river...

I cried a river over youI cried a river over you...

Dance me to the end of love (Leonard Cohen)Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin

Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely inLift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove

Dance me to the end of loveDance me to the end of love

Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are goneLet me feel you moving like they do in BabylonShow me slowly what I only know the limits of

Dance me to the end of loveDance me to the end of love

Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and onDance me very tenderly and dance me very long

We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us aboveDance me to the end of loveDance me to the end of love

Dance me to the children who are asking to be bornDance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn

Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is tornDance me to the end of love

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violinDance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in

Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your gloveDance me to the end of loveDance me to the end of loveDance me to the end of love

Day In The Life Of A Fool

A day in the life of a fool.A sad and a long, lonely day.

I walk the avenueAnd hope I'll run into

The welcome sight of youcoming my way.I stop just acrossfrom your door,

But you're never homeanymore.

So back to my roomand there in the gloom

I crytears of goodbye.

'Til you come back to me,that's the way it will be

ev'ry day in the life of a fool.

Desperado (Johnny Cash)

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?You been out ridin' fences for so long now.

Oh, you're a hard one,But I know that you've got your reasons.

These things that are pleasin' you,Can hurt you somehow.

Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy,She'll beat you if she's able.

Know the queen of hearts is always your best bet.Now it seems to me, some fine things,

Have been laid upon your table.But you only want the things that you can't get.

Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger:Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home.

And freedom, oh freedom,Well, that's just some people talkin'

Your prison is walking,Through this world all alone.

And don't your feet get cold in the winter time?The sky won't snow, the sun won't shine

It's hard to tell the night time from the dayYou're loosin' all your highs and lows

Ain't it funny how the feeling,Goes away?

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?Come down from your fences, and open the gate

It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you,You better let somebody love you,You better let somebody love you,You better let somebody love you,

Before it's too late.

Ecoutable : http://www.hit-country-music-lyrics.com/johnnycashlyrics -desperado.html

Don't know why (Norah Jones)I waited 'til I saw the sun

I don't know why I didn't come I left you by the house of fun

I don't know why I didn't come I don't know why I didn't come

When I saw the break of day I wished that I could fly away Instead of kneeling in the sand Catching teardrops in my hand

My heart is drenched in wine But you'll be on my mind

Forever

Out across the endless sea I would die in ecstasy

But I'll be a bag of bones Driving down the road alone

My heart is drenched in wine But you'll be on my mind

Forever

Something has to make you run I don't know why I didn't come

I feel as empty as a drum I don't know why I didn't come I don't know why I didn't come

DOWN BY THE RIVERSIDE

DOWN BY THE RIVERSIDE, GONNA LAY MY BURDEN DOWN""

AIN'T GONNA STUDY, WAR NO MORE------------------------------------------------------

I AIN'T GONNA STUDY, WAR NO MORE "

STUDY, WAR NO MORE I AIN'T GONNA STUDY, WAR NO MORE

"AIN'T GONNA STUDY, WAR NO MORE

---------------------------------------------------------DOWN BY THE RIVERSIDE,

GONNA MEET MY MOTHER THERE '); } // -->

Dream a little dream of me(W.Schwant/F.Andre/G.Kahn)

Stars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper I love you

Birds singing in the sycamore tree Dream a little dream of me

Say nighty night and kiss me just hold me tight and tell me you miss me

While I'm alone and blue as can be Dream an little dream of me

Stars fading but I linger on dear still craving your kiss

now I'm longing to linger till dawn dear just saying this

Sweet dreams till something find you sweet dream that leave your worries behind you

But in your dreams whatever they be Dream a little dream of me

But fading but I linger on dear still craving your kiss

but I'm longing to linger till dawn just saying this

But in your dreams whatever they be you gotta make me a promise

promise to me you'll dream a little dream of me

French Version

Ce souvenir je te le rends. Des souvenirs, tu sais j'en ai tellement.

Puisqu'on reva de jours errants. Pas la peine de changer trop...Ce souvenir je te le prends.

Des souvenirs, comme ca j'en ai tout le temps. Si par erreur la vie nous separe,

J'le sortirai d'mon tiroir.

J'reve les yeux ouverts. Ca m'fait du bien.

Ca ne va pas plus loin. J'vais pas voir derriere Puisque j'aime bien. Vivement demain.

Un dernier verre de sherry. Du sherry mon amant quand je m'ennuie. Tous les jours se ressemblent a present.

Tu me manques terriblement...

This memory I'm giving back to you. These memories, you know I have so many.

Since we dreamed of passing days No need to change too much.

This memory I'm taking from you. Memories like that happen to me all the time.

If life mistakenly sets us apart, I'll get it from my drawer.

I dream with my eyes open. It feels good.

It does not go any farther. I don't look back Since I feel good.

I wish tomorrow would come quick.A last glass of sherry.

Sherry, my love, when I feel sad. All days look alike to me now.

I miss you so terribly.

Translation: Professor Jacques Bereaud Cornell University Compiled by: [email protected]

EL PASO DEL EBROChant des Républicains durant la guerre d’Espagne

El Ejercito del EbroRum bala rum bala rum ba ba !

Una noche el rio paso,Ay Carmela, ay Carmela.

Y las tropas invasorasRum bala rum bala rum ba ba !

Buena paliza les dio,Ay Carmela, ay Carmela.

El furor de los traidoresRum bala rum bala rum ba ba !

Lo descarga su aviacion,Ay Carmela, ay Carmela.

Pero nada pueden bombasRum bala rum bala rum ba ba !

Donde sobra corazon,Ay Carmela, ay Carmela.

Contraataques muy rabiososRum bala rum bala rum ba ba !

Deberemos resistir,Ay Carmela, ay Carmela.

Pero igual que combatimosRum bala rum bala rum ba ba !

Prometemos combatir,Ay Carmela, ay Carmela.

El Ejercito del EbroRum bala rum bala rum ba ba !

El Ejercito del Ebro !

Essa Moça Tá Diferente (Chico Buarque)

Essa moça tá diferenteJá não me conhece maisEstá pra lá de pra frente

Está me passando pra trásEssa moça tá decididaA se supermodernizar

Ela só samba escondidaQue é pra ninguém reparar

Eu cultivo rosas e rimasAchando que é muito bom

Ela me olha de cimaE vai desinventar o som

Faço-lhe um concerto de flautaE não lhe desperto emoção

Ela quer ve o astronautaDescer na televisão

Mas o tempo vaiMas o tempo vem

Ela me desfazMas o que é que tem

Que ela só me guarda despeitoQue ela só me guarda desdém

Mas o tempo vaiMas o tempo vem

Ela me desfazMas o que é que tem

Se do lado esquerdo do peitoNo fundo, ela ainda me quer bem

Essa moça tá diferente (etc.)

Essa moça é a tal da janelaQue eu me cansei de cantar

E agora está só na delaBotando só pra quebrar

Mas o tempo vai (etc.)

Everytime we say goodbye (Cole Porter)

Everytime we say goodbye, I die a little,Everytime we say goodbye, I wonder why a little,

Why the Gods above me, who must be in the know.Think so little of me, they allow you to go.

When you're near, there's such an air of spring about it,I can hear a lark somewhere, begin to sing about it,

There's no love song finer, but how strange the change from major to minor,Everytime we say goodbye.

When you're near, there's such an air of spring about it,I can hear a lark somewhere, begin to sing about it,

There's no love song finer, but how strange the change from major to minor,Everytime we say goodbye.

Falling In Love Again – (Marlene Dietrich)

Falling in love again Never wanted to What am I to do

I can't help itLove's always been my game

Play it how I may I was made that way

I can't help itMen cluster to me

Like moths around a flame And if their wings burn I know I'm not to blame

Falling in love again Never wanted to What am I to do

I can't help it

Fever

Never know how much I love youNever know how much I care,

When you put your arms around meI get a fever that's so hard to bear

You give me fever, when you kiss meFever when you hold me tight.

Fever, in the morning, Fever all though the night.Sun lights up the daytime, Moon lights up the night

And I light up when you call my nameAnd Oooh I'm gonna treat you right

You give me feverWhen you kiss me

Fever when you hold me tightFever, in the morning

Fever all through the night.Everybody's got the fever,

That is something you oughta knowFever isn't such a new thing

Fever started long ago.Romeo loved Juliet, Juliet she felt the same

When he put his arms around her, He said julie baby you're my flameNow give me fever, when we kiss,

Fever with that flame in useFever, I'm on fire, fever yeah I burn forsooth.

Captain Smith & PocahontasHad a very mad affair

when her daddy tried to kill him, She said daddy oh don't you dare

He give me fever,With his kisses, fever when he holds me tight

Fever I'm his mrs Daddy won' t you treat him rightNow you've listened to my story,Here's the point that I have made

Chicks were born to give you feverBe it farenheit or centigrade

They give you fever

When you kiss them, fever if you live you learnFever, till you sizzle

Fly me to the moon(Bart Howard)

(Artist: Frank Sinatra, Count Basie)

Intro: Poets often use many words to say a simple thing.

It takes thought and time and rhyme to make a poem sing. With music and words I've been playing.

For you I have written a song To be sure that you'll know what I'm saying,

I'll translate as I go along.

Fly me to the moon Let me sing among those stars Let me see what spring is like

On Jupiter and MarsIn other words, hold my hand In other words, baby kiss me

Fill my heart with song Let me sing for ever more

You are all I long for All I worship and adore

In other words, please be true In other words, I love you

Frim Fram Sauce (Diana Krall)

I don't want french fried potatoes,Red ripe tomatoes, I'm never satisfied,

I want the Frim Fram sauce with the ausanfey,With shififah on the side

I don't want pork chops and bacon,That won't awaken my appetite inside,


Well, you know, a girl has really got to eatAnd a girl, she should eat right

Five will get you tenI'm gonna feed myself right tonight

I don't want fish cakes and rye bread,You heard what I said, waiter please serve mine fried


JohnnO also posted his thoughts on alt.music.lyrics:There's a good reason that you couldn't decipher that part...because it's gibberish. In Nat's original

version, there's a tip-off sentence that explains the whole thing. Here first is Diana's version, followed by Nat's. Each of them, by the way, uses a different gibberish line in the song, so each has been given

the one specific to that performer.Having said that, I must, in all fairness, give equal time to those who have a dissenting opinion.

Quoting from the liner notes to Mosaic's 18-CD set, "Some older musicians contend that, while the title made as much sense as "Shoo Fly Pie," in fact there really was an "Ausen" bakery that served

something called "chefafa" on the side."Personally, I wonder more about what those "older musicians" had been drinking than what they had

been eating...especially in light of Nat's final line.There was a wealth of material to choose from for Nat, this being one of his most-recorded songs,

including a V-disc recording andat least 3 live versions that have been issued on CD alone, ALL of which include the final line that

explains the whole thing. I wentwith the domestically-released studio version for the transcript.

Anyway, it's a shame to realize that my dream girl has feet of clay... leaving out the joke without which the song makes no sense. But she compensates for it with a neat stride intro which sounds a lot like

Fats Waller with a hangover...as opposed to Nat's own intro,which sounds more like Art Tatum on 'ludes...and I must say it's refreshing to know that this is the

second lyric fromDiana/Nat I've been asked to post here...

Diana Krall Frim Fram SauceAll For You (A Dedication to The Nat King Cole Trio)

I don't want French-fried potatoes,Red, ripe tomatoes.I'm never satisfied.

I want the Frim Fram SauceWith the oss and fay

With shifafa on the side.I don't want pork chops and bacon.

That won't awakenMy appetite inside.


With shifafa on the side.Well, you know,

A girl, she really got to eat,And a girl, she should eat right.

Five will get you tenI'm gonna feed myself right tonight.

I don't want fish-cakes and Rye bread,You heard what I said.

Waiter, please, I want mine fried.I want the Frim Fram Sauce

With the oss and fayWith shifafa on the side.

Shoo, doo-doo-doo-ya, doo, doo;Shuuba doo-ya doo, sheeya-did'n'doo.






With shifafa on the side.Now you know,

Girls. we really got to eat,And you know we should eat right.

Five will get you tenI'm gonna feed myself right tonight.

I don't want fish-cakes and Rye bread,You heard what I said.

Waiter, please, I want mine fried.I want the Frim Fram Sauce

With the oss and fayWith shifafa on the side.

Ooh, with shifafa, uh, on the side.

The Frim Fram SauceNat King Cole/The King Cole Trio


I want the Frim Fram SauceWith feeossanfay




With shifafa on the side.A fella really got to eat,

An' a fella should eat right.Five will get you ten

I'm gonna feed myself right tonight.I don't want fish-cakes and Rye bread.

You heard what I said.Waiter, please serve mine fried.


With shifafa on the side.A fella really got to eat,

An' a fella should eat right.Five will get you ten

I'm gonna feed myself right tonight.I don't want fish-cakes and Rye bread.

You heard what I said.Waiter, please serve mine fried.


With shifafa on the side.Now, if you don't have it,

Just bring me a check for the water.

From this moment on (Cole Porter)Now that we are close, no more nights morose,

Now that we are one, the beguine has just begun.Now that we're side by side, the future looks so gay,

Now we are allibied when we say.......From this moment on, you for me dear

Only two for tea dear, from this moment on, From this happy day, no more blue songs,

Only whoop dee doo songs,From this moment on.

For you've got the love I need so much,Got the skin I love to touch,

Got the arms to hold me tight,Got the sweet lips to kiss me goodnight,From this moment on, you and I, babe,

We'll be ridin' high, babe.Every care is gone, from this moment on.

Georgia on my mind (Stuard Gorrell / Hoagy Carmichael)

GeorgiaGeorgia, the whole day through

Just an old sweet song keeps Georgia on my mindGeorgia

Georgia, a song of youComes as sweet and clean as moonlight through the pines

Other arms reach ot to meOther eyes smile tenderly

Still in peaceful dreams I see the roads leads back to youGeorgia

Georgia, no peace I findJust and on song keeps Georgia on my mind

Girl from Ipanema, The

Tall and tan and young and lovely The girl from Ipanema goes walking

And when she passes, each one she passes goes - ahWhen she walks, she's like a samba

That swings so cool and sways so gentle That when she passes, each one she passes goes - ooh

(Ooh) But I watch her so sadly How can I tell her I love her

Yes I would give my heart gladly But each day, when she walks to the sea

She looks straight ahead, not at meTall, (and) tan, (and) young, (and) lovely

The girl from Ipanema goes walking And when she passes, I smile - but she doesn't see (doesn't see)

(She just doesn't see, she never sees me,...)

Garota de Ipanema olha que coisa mais linda

mais cheia de graca e a menina que ven e que passa

um doce balanco a caminho do marmoca do corpo dourado do sol de ipamena

o seu balancado e mais que um poema e a coisa mais linda que eu ja vi passar

ah...porque tudo e tao triste ah...a beleza que existe

a beleza que nao e so minha que tambem passa sozinha

ah. se ela soubesse que quando ela passa o mundo sorrindo se enche de graca e fica mais lindo por causa do amor...

Gole Sangamgole sangam gole sangamchibe gam az dele tangammesle af tab agar barmannatabi sardamo bi rangam

chorus:gole sangam gole sangamchibe gam az dele tangammesle af tab agar barmannatabi sardamo bi rangam

chorus

hameh a ham hameh dardammesle tufan doreh gardam

hameh a ham hameh dardammesle tufan doreh gardambaden mastam ke tu sahro

mi picham doreh to me gardam

chorusinstr chorus

mesle baroon agar naborikhabaraz haleh man nadori

bi to parpar misham doruzehdeleh sangat baram misuzehgole sangam gole sangamchibe gam az dele tangam

chorus

English Translation

I am a stone flowerwhat to say from my longing heart

like sun if not on medoesn't shine I am cold and colorless


like sun if not on medoesn't shine I am cold and colorless

I'm all sighs and all painlike a storm I'm full of dustI'm all sighs and all pain

like a storm I'm full of dusta drunken wind in the desert

lost and going in circles around you

if you don't fall on me like rainand you don't know how I'm doingI'll be losing my petals in two daysyour stone heart is softening for me


Hallelujah (Leonard Cohen)

I've heard there was a secret chordThat David played and it pleased the LordBut you don't really care for music do you?

It goes like thisThe fourth,The fifth,

The minor fall, the major liftThe baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah,Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proofYou saw her bathing on the roof

Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew youShe tied you

To a kitchen chairShe broke your throne and cut your hair

And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah


Baby I've been here beforeI know this room I've walked this floorI used to live alone before I knew youI've seen your flag on the Marble Arch

Love is not a Victory marchIt's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah


Now Maybe there's a God aboveBut all I ever learned from love

was how to shoot at someone who outdrew youIt's not a cry you can hear at night

It's not a pilgrim who's seen the lightIt's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah


There was a time when you let me knowWhat was real and going on below

But now you never show it to me, do you?And remember when I moved in you?

The Holy Dove was moving tooAnd every breath we drew was Hallelujah


You say I took the name in vainBut I don't even know the name

But if I did, well really, what's it to you?There's a blaze of light in every word

It doesn't matter which you heardThe holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah,

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn't much,I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch,

I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool youAnd even thoughIt all went wrong

I'll stand before the Lord of SongWith nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah,Hallelujah, Hallelujah,Hallelujah, Hallelujah,Hallelujah, Hallelujah,Hallelujah, Hallelujah

HARD TIME KILLING FLOOR BLUESHard time here and everywhere you goTimes is harder than ever been before

And the people are driftin' from door to doorCan't find no heaven, I don't care where they go

Hear me tell you people, just before I goThese hard times will kill you just dry long so

Well, you hear me singin' my lonesome songThese hard times can last us so very long

If I ever get off this killin' floorI'll never get down this low no more

No-no, no-no, I'll never get down this low no more

And you say you had money, you better be sure'Cause these hard times will drive you from door to door

Sing this song and I ain't gonna sing no moreSing this song and I ain't gonna sing no more

These hard times will drive you from door to door

IL EST 5H PARIS S’EVEILLE Am Dm C E7

1 - Je suis le dauphin de la place Dauphine et la place Blanche a mauvaise mine

Am Dm CLes camions sont pleins de lait, les balayeurs sont pleins de

balais,

E7 A Bm E7 Am Il est cinq heures. Paris s'éveille, Paris s'éveille.

2 - Les travestis vont se raser, les strip-teaseuses sont rhabilléesLes traversins sont écrasés, les amoureux sont fatigués,

3 - Le café est dans les tasses, les cafés nettoient leurs glacesEt sur le boulevard Montparnasse la gare n'est plus qu'une

carcasse

4 - Les banlieusards sont dans les gares, à La Villette on tranche le lard,

Paris by Night regagne les cars, les boulangers font des bâtards

5 - La Tour Eiffel a froid aux pieds, l'Arc de Triomphe est raniméEt l'obélisque est bien dressé entre la nuit et la journée

6 - Les journaux sont imprimés, les ouvriers sont déprimésLes gens se lèvent, ils sont brimés, c'est l'heure où je vais me

coucher

A BmIl est cinq heures, Paris se lève,

E7 AmIl est cinq heures, je n'ai pas sommeil.

Il N'y A Pas d'Amour Heureux(George Brassens, Louis Aragon)

Rien n'est jamais acquis à l'homme. Ni sa forceNi sa faiblesse ni son coeur. Et quand il croit

Ouvrir ses bras son ombre est celle d'une croixEt quand il croit serrer son bonheur il le broieSa vie est un étrange et douloureux divorce

Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux

Sa vie elle ressemble à ces soldats sans armesQu'on avait habillés pour un autre destinÀ quoi peut leur servir de se lever matin

Eux qu'on retrouve au soir désoeuvrés incertainsDites ces mots ma vie et retenez vos larmes

Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux

Mon bel amour mon cher amour ma déchirureJe te porte en moi comme un oiseau blessé

Et ceux-là sans savoir nous regardent passerRépétant après moi les mots que j'ai tressés

Et qui pour tes grands yeux tout aussitôt moururentIl n'y a pas d'amour heureux

Le temps d'aprendre à vivre il est déjà trop tardQue pleurent dans la nuit nos coeurs à l'unisson

Ce qu'il faut de malheur pour la moindre chansonCe qu'il faut de regrets pour payer un frisson

Ce qu'il faut de sanglots pour un air de guitareIl n'y a pas d'amour heureux

Il n'y a pas d'amour qui ne soit douleur.Il n'y a pas d'amour dont on ne soit meurtri.Il n'y a pas d'amour dont on ne soit flétri.Et pas plus que de toi l'amour de la patrie.Il n'y a pas d'amour qui ne vive de pleurs.

Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux.Mais c'est notre amour à tous les deux.

I Love Paris (Porter)

I love Paris in the spring time I love Paris in the fall

I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles

I love Paris every moment Every moment of the year

I love Paris, why oh why do I love Paris Because my love is here

I'm beginning to see the light (H.James/Ellington/J.Hodges/D.George)

I never cared much for moonlit skiesI never wink back at fireflies

But now that the stars are in your eyesI'm beginning to see the light

I never went in for afterglowOr candlelight on the mistletoe

But now when you turn the lamp down lowI'm beginning to see the light

Used to ramble through the parkShadowboxing in the dark

Then you came and caused a sparkThat's a four-alarm fire now

I never made love by lantern-shineI never saw rainbows in my wine

But now that your lips are burning mineI'm beginning to see the light

I Put a Spell on You (Screamin' Jay Hawkins)

I put a spell on you'Cause you're mine

You better stop the things you doI ain't lyin'

No I ain't lyin'

You know I can't stand itYou're runnin' around

You know better daddyI can't stand it cause you put me down

I put a spell on youBecause you're mine

You're mine

I love yaI love youI love you

I love you anyhowAnd I don't care

if you don't want meI'm yours right now

You hear meI put a spell on you

Because you're mine

It ain't necessarily so (Gershwin)

Sportin' Life:It ain't necessarily so,

All:It ain't necessarily so.

Sportin' Life:De t'ings dat yo li'bleTo read in de Bible -It ain't necessarily so.

Li'l' David was small, but oh my!All:

Li'l' David was small, but oh my!

Sportin' Life:He fought Big Goliath

Who lay down and dieth -Li'l' David was small, but oh my!

Wadoo!

Ensemble:Wadoo!

Sportin' Life:Zim bam boddle-oo!

Ensemble:Zim bam boddle-oo!

Sportin' Life:Hoodle ah da waah da!

Ensemble:Hoodle ah da waah da!

Sportin' Life:Scatty way!

Ensemble:Scatty wah!

Sportin' Life:Yeah!

Oh Jonah, he lived in de whaleAll:

Oh Jonah, he lived in de whale.Sportin' Life:

Fo' he made his home inDat fish's abdomen -

Oh Jonah, he lived in de whale.

L'il' Moses was found in a streamAll:

L'il' Moses was found in a stream

Sportin' Life:He floated on water

'Till Ole' Pharaoh's daughterShe fished him, she says from dat stream.

Wadoo!

Ensemble:Wadoo!Sportin' Life:

Zim bam boddle-oo!Ensemble:

Zim bam boddle-oo!Sportin' Life:

Hoodle ah da waah da!Ensemble:

Hoodle ah da waah da!Sportin' Life:Scatty way!

Ensemble:Scatty wah!

Sportin' Life:Yeah!

It ain't necessarily soAll:

It ain't necessarily soSportin' Life:

Dey tell all you chillun

De Debble's a villunBut 'tain't necessarily so.

To get into HebbbenDon't snap fo' a sebben -

Live clean! Don' have no fault!Oh, I takes dat gospelWhenever it's pos'ple -But wid a grain of salt!

Methus'lah lived nine hundred years,All:

Methus'lah lived nine hundred years,Sportin' Life:

But who calls dat livin'When no gal'll give in

To no man what's nine hundred years?I'm preachin' dis sermon to show

It ain't nessa, ain't nessa,Ain't nessa, ain't nessa -

All:It ain't necessarily so!

It's Oh So Quiet (Bjork)It's, oh, so quietIt's, oh, so still

You're all aloneAnd so peaceful until...

You fall in loveZing boom

The sky aboveZing boomIs caving inWow bam

You've never been so nuts about a guyYou wanna laugh you wanna cry

You cross your heart and hope to die'Til it's over and then

It's nice and quietBut soon again

Starts another big riotYou blow a fuse

Zing boomThe devil cuts loose

Zing boomSo what's the use

Wow bamOf falling in loveIt's, oh, so quietIt's, oh, so still

You're all aloneAnd so peaceful until...

You ring the bellBim bam

You shout and you yellHi ho ho

You broke the spellGee, this is swell you almost have a fit

This guy is 'gorge' and I got hitThere's no mistake this is it

'Til it's over and thenIt's nice and quiet

But soon againStarts another big riot

You blow a fuseZing boom

The devil cuts looseZing boom

What's the useWow bam

Of falling in loveThe sky caves in

The devil cuts looseYou blow blow blow blow your fuse

When you've fallen in lovessshhhhh...

Just One of Those Things (Cole Porter)It was just one of those thingsJust one of those crazy flings

One of those bells that now and then ringsJust one of those things

It was just one of those nightsJust one of those fabulous flights

A trip to the moon on gossamer wingsJust one of those things

If we'd thought a bit before the end of itWhen we started painting the town

We'd have been aware that our love affairWas too hot not to cool down

So good-bye, dear, and amenHere's hoping we meet now and then

It was great funBut it was just one of those things

LES FEUILLES MORTES/AUTUMN LEAVES (English lyrics by Johnny Mercer/French lyrics by Jacques Prevert

Music by Joseph Kosma]

The falling leaves Drift by the window The autumn leaves

Of red and gold I see your lips

The summer kisses The sun-burned hands

I used to hold Since you went away The days grow long And soon I'll hear Old winter's song

But I miss you most of all my darling When autumn leaves start to fall

C'est une chanson Qui nous resemble Toi qui m'aimais

Et je t'aimais Nous vivions tous Les deux ensemble Toi qui m'aimais Moi qui t'aimais

Mais la vie separe Ceux qui s'aiment Tout doucement

Sans faire du bruit Et la mer efface sur le sable Les pas des amants desunis

Since you went away The days grow long And soon I'll hear Old winter's song

But I miss you most of all my darling When autumn leaves start to fall

LIKE SOMEONE IN LOVE(Sarah Vaughan / BJÖRK)

Lately . . . I find myself out gazin' at stars,

Hearing guitars, Like someone in love . . .

Sometimes . . . The things I do astound me,

Mostly . . . Whenever you're around me . . .

Lately . . . I seem to walk, as though I had wings,

Bump into things, Like someone in love . . .

Each time I look at you, I'm limp as a glove,

An' feelin' like someone in love . . .

< instrumental bridge >

I bump into things, Like someone in love . . .

Each time I look at you, I'm limp as a glove,

An' feelin' like someone in love . . .

LIVE TILL I DIE

I'm gonna live till I dieI'm gonna laugh stead of cry

I'm gonna take the town turn it upside downI'm gonna live, live, live until I die

They're gonna say what a guyI'm gonna play for the sky

Ain't gonna miss a thing,gonna have my flingI'm gonna live live live until I die

Those blues I lay low, I'll make them stay lowThey'll never trail over my head

I'll be a devil till I'm an angelBut until then HallelujahGonna dance gonna fly

I'll take my chance riding highBefore my numbers up I'm gonna fill my cup

I'm gonna live, live, live until I die

Those blues I lay low,I'll make them stay lowThey'll never trail over my head

I'll be a devil till I'm an angelBut until then HallelujahGonna dance gonna fly

I'll take my chance riding highBefore my numbers up I'm gonna fill my cup

I'm gonna live, live, live, live until I die

Love for Sale (Cole Porter)When the only sound in the empty street,

Is the heavy tread of the heavy feetThat belong to a lonesome cop

I open shop.When the moon so long has been gazing downOn the wayward ways of this wayward town.

That her smile becomes a smirk,I go to work.Love for sale,

Appetising young love for sale.Love that's fresh and still unspoiled,

Love that's only slightly soiled,Love for sale.Who will buy?

Who would like to sample my supply?Who's prepared to pay the price,

For a trip to paradise?Love for sale

Let the poets pipe of lovein their childish way,

I know every type of loveBetter far than they.

If you want the thrill of love,I've been through the mill of love;

Old love, new loveEvery love but true love

Love for sale.Appetising young love for sale.If you want to buy my wares.

Follow me and climb the stairsLove for sale. Love for sale.

Mack the KnifeOh the shark has pretty teeth dearAnd he shows them pearly white

Just a jack-knife has Mac-heath dearAnd he keeps it out of sight

When the shark bites with his teeth dearScarlet billows start to spread

Fancy gloves though wears Mac-heath dearSo there's not a trace of red

On the sidewalk Sunday morningLies a body oozing life

Someone's sneaking 'round the cornerIs the someone Mack the Knife

From a tugboat by the riverA cement bag's dropping down

The cement's just for the weight dearBet you Mackies's back in townLouis Miller disappeared dear

After drawing out his cashAnd Mac-heath spends like a sailo

Did our boy do something rash Sukey Tawdry, Jenny Diver Polly Peachum Lucy Brown

O the line forms on the right dear Now that Mackie's back in town

MACK THE KNIFEOh the shark has pretty teeth dear, and he shows them pearly white. Just a

jack-knife has Mack Heath dear, and he keeps it out of sight.When the shark bites with his teeth dear, scarlet billows start to spread.

Fancy gloves do, wears Mack Heath dear, so there's not trace of red.On the sidewalk Sunday morning ... lies a body oozing life. Someone's sneaking

around the corner. Is that someone Mack the Knife?Yes from a tugboat by the river..... a cement bag drooping down. And thecement's, for the weight dear. You know that Mack Heath's back in town.

Yeah Louis Miller disappeared dear, after drawing out all his cash. And MackHeath spends like a sailor. Did our boy do something rash?

Suki Todre, Jenny Diver, Lotti Lenya, sweet Lucy Brown. Yes the line forms onthe right dear, now that Mack Heath's back in town.

Und der Haifisch, der hat ZähneUnd die trägt er im Gesicht

Und MacHeath, der hat ein MesserDoch das Messer sieht man nicht.

2. Ach, es sind des Haifischs FlossenRot, wenn dieser Blut vergießt!

Mackie Messer trägt 'n HandschuhDrauf man keine Untat liest.

3. An der Themse grünem WasserFallen plötzlich Leute um!

Es ist weder Pest noch CholeraDoch es heißt: MacHeath geht um.4. An 'nem schönen blauen Sonntag

Liegt ein toter Mann am StrandUnd ein Mensch geht um die Ecke

Den man Mackie Messer nannt.5. Und Schmul Meier bleibt verschwunden

Und so mancher reiche MannUnd sein Geld hat Mackie MesserDem man nichts beweisen kann.6. Jenny Fowler ward gefundenMit 'nem Messer in der Brust

Und am Kai geht Mackie MesserDer von allem nichts gewußt.

7. Wo ist Alfons Glite, der Fuhrherr?Kommt das je ans Sonnenlicht?

Wer es immer wissen könnteMackie Messer weiß es nicht.

8. Und das große Feuer in SohoSieben Kinder und ein Greis

In der Menge Mackie Messer, denMan nicht fragt und der nix weiß.9. Und die minderjährige Witwe

Deren Namen jeder weißWachte auf und war geschändetMackie, welches war dein Preis?

10. Und die Fische, sie verschwinden,Doch zum Kummer des GerichtsMan zitiert am End den Haifisch,

Doch der Haifisch weiß von nichts11. Und er kann sich nicht erinnern

Und man kann nicht an ihn ran,Denn ein Haifisch ist kein Haifisch

Wenn man nicht beweisen kann.

The Man I Love(Gershwin)

Some day he'll come along,The man I love

And he'll be big and strong, The man I love

And when he comes my wayI'll do my best to make him stay.

He'll look at me and smileI'll understand ;

And in a little while,He'll take my hand ;

And though it seems absurd, I know we both won't say a word

Maybe I shall meet him SundayMaybe Monday, maybe not ;

Still I'm sure to meet him one dayMaybe Tuesday will be my good news day

He'll build a little homeJust meant for two,

From which I'll never roam, Who would - would you ?

And so all else aboveI'm waiting for the man I love.

Many Rivers to Cross(Jimmy Cliff, version as sung by Toni Childs)

Many rivers to cross but I can't seem to find my way over.Wandering I am lost, as I travel alone and it's only my pride that keeps me alive.I've been licked, washed up for years, and I merely survive because of my pride.

But my loneliness won't leave me aloneIt's such a drag to be on your own

A woman left and she didn't say bye.So I've got to survive.

Many rivers to cross, but just where to begin, I'm playing for time.Many times I find myself thinking I've committed some dreadful crime.

Mercedes Benz (Janis Joplin)Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz ?

My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends.Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends,

So Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz ?

Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a color TV ?Dialing For Dollars is trying to find me.I wait for delivery each day until three,

So oh Lord, won’t you buy me a color TV ?

Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a night on the town ?I’m counting on you, Lord, please don’t let me down.

Prove that you love me and buy the next round,Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a night on the town ?

Everybody!Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz ?

My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends,Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends,

So oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz ?

That’s it!

Minnie the MoocherHey folks here's the story 'bout Minnie the Moocher

She was a low-down Hoochie KoocherShe was the roughest toughest frail

But Minnie had a heart as big as a whaleHidey Hidey Hidey Hi--------------Hodey odey odey oh--------------

Heedey Heedey Heedey Hee--------------Hidey Hidey Hidey Ho--------------

She messed around with a bloke named smokeyShe loved him though he was cokey

He took her down to ChinatownAnd showed her how to kick the gong around

Hidey Hidey Hidey Hi--------------Whooooooooaaaap! --------------

Heedey Heedey Heedey Hee--------------Hidey Hidey Hidey Ho--------------

She had a dream about the King of SwedenHe gave her things that she was needin'

He gave her a home built of gold and steelA diamond car with the platinum wheels

Hidey------------He gave her is townhouse and his racin' horses

Each meal she ate was a dozen coursesHad a million dollars worth of nickels and dimesShe sat around and counted them a million times

MilordAllez, venez, Milord!

Vous asseoir à ma table;Il fait si froid, dehors,Ici c'est confortable.

Laissez-vous faire, MilordEt prenez bien vos aises,

Vos peines sur mon coeurEt vos pieds sur une chaiseJe vous connais, Milord,

Vous n'm'avez jamais vueJe ne suis qu'une fille du port,

Qu'une ombre de la rue...

Pourtant j'vous ai frôléQuand vous passiez hier,Vous n'étiez pas peu fier,

Dame! Le ciel vous comblait:Votre foulard de soie

Flottant sur vos épaules,Vous aviez le beau rôle,

On aurait dit le roi...Vous marchiez en vainqueur

Au bras d'une demoiselleMon Dieu!... Qu'elle était belle...

J'en ai froid dans le coeur...

Allez, venez, Milord!Vous asseoir à ma table;

Il fait si froid, dehors,Ici c'est confortable.

Laissez-vous faire, Milord,Et prenez bien vos aises,

Vos peines sur mon coeurEt vos pieds sur une chaiseJe vous connais, Milord,

Vous n'm'avez jamais vueJe ne suis qu'une fille du port

Qu'une ombre de la rue...

Dire qu'il suffit parfoisQu'il y ait un navire

Pour que tout se déchireQuand le navire s'en va...

Il emmenait avec luiLa douce aux yeux si tendres

Qui n'a pas su comprendreQu'elle brisait votre vieL'amour, ça fait pleurerComme quoi l'existence

Ça vous donne toutes les chancesPour les reprendre après...

Allez, venez, Milord!Vous avez l'air d'un môme!Laissez-vous faire, Milord,Venez dans mon royaume:

Je soigne les remords,Je chante la romance,Je chante les milords

Qui n'ont pas eu de chance!Regardez-moi, Milord,

Vous n'm'avez jamais vue......Mais... vous pleurez, Milord?

Ça... j'l'aurais jamais cru!...

Eh ben, voyons, Milord!Souriez-moi, Milord!

...Mieux qu' ça! Un p'tit effort...Voilà, c'est ça!

Allez, riez, Milord!Allez, chantez, Milord!

La-la-la...

Mais oui, dansez, Milord!La-la-la... Bravo Milord!

La-la-la... Encore Milord!... La-la-la...

Miss Otis Regrets (she's unable to lunch today)

(Cole Porter)

Miss Otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today, madam,Miss Otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today.

She is sorry to be delayed, but last evening down in Lover's Lane she strayed, madam,

Miss Otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today.When she woke up and found that her dream of love was gone, madam,

She ran to the man who had led her so far astray,And from under her velvet gown,

She drew a gun and shot her love down, madam,Miss Otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today.

When the mob came and got her and dragged from her the jail, madam,They strung her upon the old willow across the way,

And the moment before she died,She lifted up her lovely head and cried, madam......

Miss Otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today.Miss Otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today

Misty

Look at me, I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree;And I feel like I'm clingin' to a cloud,

I can' t understandI get misty, just holding your hand.

Walk my way, And a thousand violins begin to play,Or it might be the sound of your hello,

That music I hear,I get misty, the moment you're near.

Can't you see that you're leading me on?And it's just what I want you to do,

Don't you notice how hopelessly I'm lostThat's why I'm following you.

On my own, When I wander through this wonderland alone,

Never knowing my right foot from my leftMy hat from my glove

I'm too misty, and too much in love.Too misty,

And too muchIn love.....

My Baby just Cares for Me(Gus Kahn, Walter Donaldson)

My baby don't care for showsMy baby don't care for clothes

My baby just cares for meMy baby don't care for cars and races

My baby don't care for high-tone places

Liz Taylor is not his styleAnd even Lana Turner's smile

Is somethin' he can't seeMy baby don't care who knows

My baby just cares for me

Baby, my baby don't care for showsAnd he don't even care for clothes

He cares for meMy baby don't careFor cars and races

My baby don't care forHe don't care for high-tone places

Liz Taylor is not his styleAnd even Liberace's smileIs something he can't seeIs something he can't see

I wonder what's wrong with babyMy baby just cares forMy baby just cares for


Original lyric

My baby don't care for showsMy baby don't care for clothes

My baby just cares for meMy baby don't care for cars and races

My baby don't care for high-tone places

Liz Taylor is not his styleAnd even Lana Turner's smile

is somethin' he can't see

My baby don't care who knows itMy baby just cares for me

My baby don't care for showsAnd he don't even care for clothes


My baby don't care for cars and racesMy baby don't care for

he don't care for high-tone places

I wonder what's wrong with babyMy baby just cares for

Just says his prayers forMy baby just cares for me

Alternatve version:My baby don't care for shows, my baby don't care for clothes

My baby just cares for me!My baby don't care for, cars and races,My baby don't care for, high tall places.

Sharon Stone is not his style, and even Cindy Crawford's smileIs somethin' he can't see.

My baby don't care who knows it,My baby just cares for me.

My baby dont' care for shows, and he don't even care for clothes,My baby just cares for me.

My baby don't care for, cars and races,My baby don't care for, he dont' care for high tall places

Sharon Stone is not his style, and even Cindy Crawford's smileIs somethin' he can't see, Is somethign he can't see

I wonder what's wrong with baby!My baby just cares for,

he just says his prayers forMy baby just cares for me!

My Funny Valentine

Behold the way our fine feathered friend,

His virtue doth paradeThou knowest not, my dim-witted friend

The picture thou hast madeThy vacant brow, and thy tousled hair

Conceal thy good intentThou noble upright truthful sincere,

And slightly dopey gent

You’re my funny valentine,Sweet comic valentine,

You make me smile with my heart.Your looks are laughable, un-photographable,

Yet, you’re my favorite work of art.

Is your figure less than greek? Is your mouth a little weak?

When you open it to speak, are you smart? But, don’t change a hair for me.

Not if you care for me.Stay little valentine, stay!

Each day is valentine’s day

Is your figure less than greek? Is your mouth a little weak?

When you open it to speak, are you smart? But, don’t change a hair for me.

Not if you care for me.Stay little valentine, stay!

Each day is valentine’s day

My heart belongs to DaddyWhile tearing off a game of golfI may make a play for the caddy

But when I do, I don't follow though'Cause my heart belongs to Daddy

If I invite a boy some nightTo dine on my fine finnan haddieI just adore his asking for moreBut my heart belongs to Daddy

Yes my heart belongs to DaddySo I simply couldn't be bad.

Yes, my heart belongs to daddyDa-da Da-da-da Da-da-da--adSo I want to warn you laddie,

Though I think you're perfectly swellThat my heart belongs to Daddy

'Cause my daddy he treats it so well.

MY HEART BELONGS TO DADDY (Cole Porter) ("Leave It to Me")

I used to fall in love with all those boys who maul refined ladies, But now I tell each young gazelle to go to hell, I mean Hades.

For since I've come to care for such a sweet millionaire.While tearing off a game of golf, I may make a play for the caddy.

But when I do, I don't follow through, cause my heart belongs to daddy. If I invite a boy some night to dine on my fine finnan haddie.

I just adore his asking for more but my heart belongs to daddy. Yes, my heart belongs to daddy, so I simply couldn't be bad!

Yes, my heart belongs to daddy, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-daddy-ad! So I want to warn you, daddy, though I think you're perfectly swell, That my heart belongs to daddy cause my daddy he treats it so well!

He treats it and treats it and then he repeats it, yes, daddy, he treats it so well. Saint Patrick's Day, although I may be seen wearing green with a paddy,

I'm always sharp when playing the harp, cause my heart belongs to daddy. Though other dames at football games may long for a strong undergraddy.

I never dream of making the team, 'cause my heart belongs to daddy. Yes, my heart belongs to daddy, so I simply couldn't be bad!

Yes, my heart belongs to daddy, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-daddy-ad! So, I want to warn you, laddie, though I simply hate to be frank,

That I can't be mean to daddy, cause my da-da-daddy might spank! In matters artistic, he's not modernistic, so da-da-daddy might spank.

New York, New YorkStart spreading the news, I'm leaving today

I want to be a part of it - New York, New YorkThese vagabond shoes, are longing to stray

Right through the very heart of it - New York, New York

I want to wake up in a city, that doesn't sleepAnd find I'm king of the hill - top of the heap

These little town blues, are melting awayI'm gonna make a brand new start of it - in old New York

If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhereIt's up to you - New York, New York

Night and Day

Like the beat beat beat of the tom-tomWhen the jungle shadows fall

Like the tick tick tock of the stately clockAs it stands against the wall

Like the drip drip drip of the raindropsWhen the summer shower is through

So a voice within me keeps repeating you, you, youNight and day, you are the one

Only you beneath the moon AND under the sunWhether near to me, or far

It's no matter darling where you areI think of you

NIGHT AND DAY, DAY AND NIGHT, why is it soThat this longing for you follows wherever I go

In the roaring traffic's boomIn the silence of my lonely room

I think of youNIGHT AND DAY, NIGHT AND DAY

Under the hide of meThere's an oh such a hungry yearning burning inside of me

And ITS torment won't be through'TIL you let me spend my life making love to you

Day and night, night and day

Old MacDonald

Ol' Mac Donald had a farm, E-I-E-I-OAnd on this farm there was a chick

The prettiest chick I knowWith a little curve here and a little curve there

This chick she had curves everywhereOl' Mac Donald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O

And oh this chick she had to walk, E-I-E-I-OAnd how this walk would drive 'em wild swinging to and 'fro

With a little wiggle here and a little wiggle thereMan this chick had wiggles to spare

Ol' Mac Donald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O

When she went walking into town, E-I-E-I-OThe local gentry popped their eyes

Tarnation what a showWith a goldang here and a goshdarn there

Heavens to Betsy I do declareOl' Mac Donald had a farm E-I-E-I-O

There was a barn dance Saturday night, E-I-E-I-OAnd the fellows came from miles around

Just to see her dosey-doWith a promenade here and a promenade there

At a square dance, boy, this chick was no squareOl' MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O

I used to be a travelling man, E-I-O,Until I hit MacDonald's place

Things were mighty slowWith a little chick here and a little chick there

I didn't have a real chick anywhereOl' MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O

This farmer's daughter knocked me out, E-I-E-I-OI asked MacDonald for her hand

And pop, he hollered "Go!"With a little curve here and a little wiggle there

A goldang here and a goshdarn thereA dosey-do here and a promenade there

Got my own private county fair'Cause ol' MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O

Quizás, quizás, quizás

Siempre que te pregunto,qué, cuándo, cómo y dónde,

tú siempre me respondes,quizás, quizás, quizás.Y así pasan los días,y yo desesperando,y tú, tú contestando,

quizás, quizás, quizás.Estás perdiendo el tiempo,

pensando, pensando,por lo que tú más quieras,

hasta cuando, hasta cuando.Y así pasan los días,y yo desesperando,y tú, tú contestando,

quizás, quizás, quizás.Estás perdiendo el tiempo,

pensando, pensando,por lo que tú más quieras,

hasta cuando, hasta cuando.Y así pasan los días,y yo desesperando,y tú, tú contestando,

quizás, quizás, quizás.

'Round MidnightIt begins to tell,

'round midnight, midnight.I do pretty well, till after sundown,

Suppertime I'm feelin' sad;But it really gets bad,

'round midnight.

Memories always start 'round midnightHaven't got the heart to stand those memories,

When my heart is still with you,And ol' midnight knows it, too.

When a quarrel we had needs mending,Does it mean that our love is ending.

Darlin' I need you, lately I findYou're out of my heart, And I'm out of my mind.Let our hearts take wings''round midnight, midnight

Let the angels sing,for your returning.

Till our love is safe and sound.And old midnight comes around.

Feelin' sad, really gets bad

Round.....Round.......Round....Mid.....night......

SAMBA EM PRELUDIO

Bm Bm9 Bm Em7 Em7/6 Em Em7/-5 Bbdim

Bm7 Bm7/+5 Bm7 F#7 F#7/-9 F# Am6 B7/+5 Em9Eu sem voce Nao tenho porque Porque sem voce Nao sei nem chorar G6 F#7/+5 Bm7 D/A G#dim G6 F#7/+5Sou chama sem luz Jardim sem luar Luar sem amor Amor sem se dar

Bm7 Bm7/+5 Bm7 F#7 F#7/-9 F7 Am6 B7/+5 Em9Em sem voce Sou só desamor Um barco sem mar Um campo sem flor

G6 F#7/+5 Bm7 D/A Dm7/-5 G7 C#m7/-5 F#7/+5 Bm7 Em7/-5 BbdimTristeza que vai Tristeza que vem Sem voce, meu amor, eu nao sou nin- guém

Bm7 D/A G6 F#7 Am6 B7/+5 Em9Ah, que sauda-de Que vontade de ver renascer nossa vida

G6 F#7/+5 Bm7 D/A G#dim Dbm7/-5 F#7/+5Volta, queri- do Teus braços precisam dos meus Os meus braços precisam dos teus

Bm7 D/A G6 F#7 Am6 B7/+5 Em9Estou tao sozi-nha Tenho os olhos cansados de olhar para o além

G6 F#7/+5 Bm7 D/A Dm7/-5 G7 C#m7/-5 F#7/+5 Bm7 D/AVem ver a vida Sem voce, meu amor, eu nao sou nin- guém

Dm7/-5 G7 C#m7/-5 F#7/+5 Bm7 Bm7/9Sem voce, meu amor, eu nao sou nin- guém

Sentimental JourneyGonna take a sentimental journey

Gonna set my heart at easeGonna make a sentimental journey

To renew old memories.Got my bag, I got my reservation,Spent each dime I could afford.Like a child in wild anticipation,Long to hear that "All Aboard".

Seven, that's the time we leave, at seven.I'll be waiting up for heaven

Counting every mile of railroad track that takes me back.Never thought my heart could be so yearny.

Why did I decide to roam?Gonna take a sentimental journey,

Sentimental journey home.

Temptation ------Tom Waits

Rusted brandy in a diamond glasseverything is made from dreams

time is made from honey slow and sweetonly the fools know what it meanstemptation, temptation, temptation

oh, temptation, temptation, I can't resistI know that she is made of smoke

but I've lost my wayshe knows that I am broke

so that I must playtemptation, temptation, temptation

oh, whoa, temptation, temptation, I can't resistDutch pink and Italian blueshe is waiting there for you

my will has disappearednow my confusion's oh so clear

temptation, temptation, temptationwhoa, whoa, temptation, temptation

The beatDrums keep pounding rhythm to the brave

La de la de deee La de la de daaaa

When you have reached the edge by far History has turned the page by far

We still wanna hear a brand new thing uh huh We still need a song to sing uh huh

And the beat goes on And the beat goes on And the beat goes on And the beat goes on And the beat goes on And the beat goes on

Drums keep pounding rhythm to the brave La de la de deee La de la de daaaa

Love is the first thing, last thing on my mind From tonight till the end of time

And the beat goes on And the beat goes on And the beat goes on And the beat goes on

And the beat goes And the beat goes

And the beat goes on

Drums keep pounding rhythm to the brave La de la de deee La de la de daaaa

We Still move to a rhythm just like this We Still dream of sharing our first Kiss

And the beat goes on And the beat goes on And the beat goes on

And the beat goes on

World keeps turning faster everyday (everyday) We still wannal dance the night away

And the beat goes on (and the beat goes on) And the beat goes on (etc.)

Veinte Años

Que te importe que te amoSi tu no me quieres ya?

El amor que ya ha pasadoNo se debe recordar.

Fui la ilusion de tu vidaUn dia lejano ya

Hoy represento el pasadoHoy me puedo conformarHoy represento el pasadoHoy me puedo conformar.

Si las cosas que uno quiereSe pudieran alcanzar

Tu me quisieras lo mismoQue veinte anos atras.

Con qu tristeza miramosun amor que so nos va - es un pedazo del

alma que se arranca sin piedad.

Work Song (Nina Simone)Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang

Breaking rocks and serving my timeBreaking rocks out here on the chain gangBecause they done convicted me of crime

Hold it steady right there while I hit itwell reckon that ought to get it

beenworking and working

but I still got so terribly far to go

I commited crime Lord I neededCrime of being hungry and poor

I left the grocery store man bleeding (breathing?)When they caught me robbing his storeHold it steady right there while I hit it

Well reckon that ought to get itbeen

working and workingbut I still got so terribly far to go

I heard the judge say five yearsOn chain-gang you gonna go

I heard the judge say five years laborI heard my old man scream "Lordy, no!"

Hold it right there while I hit itwell reckon that ought to get it

beenworking and working


Gonna see my sweet honey beeGonna break this chain off to run

Gonna lay down somewhere shadyLord I sure am hot in the sun

Hold it right there while I hit itwell reckon that ought to get it

beenworkin' and workin'

beenworkin' and slavin' an'workin' and workin'


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