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like the beat, beat, beat, of the tomtom
When the jungle shadows fall Like the tick, tick, tick, of the stately clock as it stands against the wall Like the drip, drip, drip, of the raindrops When the summer show'r is through So a voice within me keeps repeating You, you, you Night and day you are the one Only you beneath the moon and under the sun Whether near to me or far It's no matter, darling, where you are I thing of you night and day Day and night Why is it so That this longing for you follows wherever I go In the roaring traffic's boom In the silence of my lonely room I think of you night and day Night and day under the hide of me There's an Oh, such a hungry yearning Burning inside of me And its torment won't be through Till you let me spend my life making love to you day and night Night and day (X2) Night and day |
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| 4:00 |
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My story is much to sad to be told But practically everything leaves me totally cold The only exception I know is the case When I'm out on a quiet spree, fighting vainly the old ennui And I suddenly turn and see Your fabulous face Chorus: I get no kick from champagne Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all So tell me why should it be true That I get a kick out of you Some get a kick from cocaine I'm sure that if I took even one sniff That would bore me terrifically too But I get a kick out of you I get a kick every time I see you standing there before me I get a kick though it's clear to me, you obviously don't adore me I get no kick in a plane Flying too high with some guy in the sky Is my idea of nothing to do Yet I get a kick out of you |
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When they begin the beguine
It brings back the sound of music so tender, It brings back a night of tropical splendor, It brings back a memory ever green. I'm with you once more under the stars, And down by the shore an orchestra's playing And even the palms seem to be swaying When they begin the beguine. To live it again is past all endeavor, Except when that tune clutches my heart, And there we are, swearing to love forever, And promising never, never to part. What moments divine, what rapture serene, Till clouds came along to disperse the joys we had tasted, And now when I hear people curse the chance that was wasted, I know but too well what they mean; So don't let them begin the beguine Let the love that was once a fire remain an ember; Let it sleep like the dead desire I only remember When they begin the beguine. Oh yes, let them begin the beguine, make them play Till the stars that were there before return above you, Till you whisper to me once more, Darling, I love you! And we suddenly know What heaven we're in, When they begin the beguine |
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When the only sound in the empty street,
Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet That belong to a lonesome cop I open shop. When the moon so long has been gazing down On 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 love in their childish way, I know every type of love Better far than they. If you want the thrill of love, I've been through the mill of love; Old love, new love Every love but true love Love for sale. |
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Behold the way our fine feathered friend,
His virtue doth parade Thou knowest not, my dim-witted friend The picture thou hast made Thy vacant brow, and thy tousled hair Conceal thy good intent Thou 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 |
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| 3:21 |
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I've wined and dined on Mulligan Stew, and never wished for Turkey
As I hitched and hiked and grifted too, from Maine to Albuquerque Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball, and what is twice as sad I was never been to a party where they honored Noel Ca-ad (Coward) But social circles spin too fast for me My "hobohemia" is the place to be I get too hungry, for dinner at eight I like the theater, but never come late I never bother, with people I hate That's why the lady is a tramp I don't like crap games, with barons and earls Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of the girls That's why the lady is a tramp I like the free, fresh wind in my hair Life without care I'm broke, it's o'k Hate California, it's cold and it's damp That's why the lady is a tramp Girls get massages, they cry and they moan Tell slender Ella to leave me alone I'm not so hot, but my shape is my own That's why the lady is a tramp The food at the Kopensky is perfect, no doubt I couldn't tell you what the Ritz is about Drop a nickle in, and coffee comes out That's why the lady is a tramp Like the sweet, fresh, rain in my face Diamonds and lace, no got, so what?! for Frank Sinatra, I whistle and stamp That's why the lady is a tramp She's a hobo She's a scamp She's a no-good kinda tramp That's why the lady is a tramp ***this song's the "Ella In Berlin" CD version*** |
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It seems we stood and talked like this, before
We looked at each other in the same way then But I can't remember where or when The clothes you're wearing are the clothes, you wore The smile you are smiling you were smiling then But I can't remember where or when Some things that happened for the first time Seem to be happenin' again And so it seems that we have met before And laughed before, and loved before But who knows where or when Some things that happened for the first time Seem to be happenin' again And so it seems that we have met before And laughed before, and loved before But who knows where or when <The following intro is not sung by Ella on this recording.> <It is included here for academic interest.> When you're awake, the things you think Come from the dream you dream Thought has wings, and lots of things Are seldom what they seem Sometimes you think you've lived before All that you live to day Things you do come back to you As though they knew the way Oh the tricks your mind can play |
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| 6:38 |
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You must take the "A" train
To go to Sugar Hill way up in Harlem If you miss the "A" train You'll find you missed the quickest way to Harlem Hurry, get on, now it's coming Listen to those rails a-thrumming All aboard, get on the "A" train Soon you will be on Sugar Hill in Harlem |
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The way he should
’cause I got it bad, and that ain’t good My poor heart is sentimental Not made of wood I got it bad, and that ain’t good But when the weekend’s over And monday rolls around My man and me, We pray some, We gin some And sin some He don’t love me Like I love him Nobody could I got it bad, and that ain’t good Now folks with good intentions Tell me to save my tears I’m glad I’m mad about him I can’t live without him Lord above me, Make him love me The way he should Like a lonesome weeping willow Lost in the wood The way I hug my pillow No woman should Because I got it bad, and that ain’t good |
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"It don't mean a thing, if it ain't got that swing
(doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah) It don't mean a thing all you got to do is sing (doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah) It makes no difference If it's sweet or hot Just give that rhythm Everything you've got It don't mean a thing, if it ain't got that swing (doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah) It don't mean a thing all you got to do is sing (doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah) It makes no difference If it's sweet or hot Just give that rhythm Everything you've got It don't mean a thing, if it ain't got that swing (doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah) It makes no difference If it's sweet or hot Just give that rhythm Everything you've got It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing It don't mean a thing all you got to do is sing (doo-ah) It makes no difference If it's sweet or hot Just give that rhythm Everything you've got Don't mean a thing all you've gotta do is swing It don't mean a thing all you've gotta do is sing It makes no difference If it's sweet or hot Give that rhythm Everything you've got It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing (doo-ah, dooooo-aaaaah) Don't mean a thing" |
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Heaven, I’m in heaven
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak And I seem to find the happiness I seek When we’re out together dancing cheek to cheek Heaven, I’m in heaven And the cares that hung around me through the week Seem to vanish like a gambler’s lucky streak When we’re out together dancing cheek to cheek Oh I love to climb a mountain And reach the highest peak But it doesn’t thrill me half as much As dancing cheek to cheek Oh I love to go out fishing In a river or a creek But I don’t enjoy it half as much As dancing cheek to cheek Come on and Dance with me I want my arms about you That charm about you Will carry me through... To heaven, I’m in heaven And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak And I seem to find the happiness I seek When we’re out together dancing dancing cheek to cheek |
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Version 1
"Blue skies smilin' at me Nothin' but blue skies do I see Bluebirds singin' a song Nothin' but bluebirds all day long Never saw the sun shinin' so bright Never saw things goin' so right Noticing the days hurrying by When you're in love, my how they fly Blue days, all of them gone Nothin' but blue skies from now on Blue skies smilin' at me Nothin' but blue skies do I see Never saw the sun shinin' so bright Never saw things goin' so right Noticing the days hurrying by When you're in love, my how they fly Blue days, all of them gone Nothin' but blue skies from now on" ----- Version 2 I was blue, just as blue as I could be Ev'ry day was a cloudy day for me Then good luck came a-knocking at my door Skies were gray but they're not gray anymore Blue skies Smiling at me Nothing but blue skies Do I see Bluebirds Singing a song Nothing but bluebirds All day long Never saw the sun shining so bright Never saw things going so right Noticing the days hurrying by When you're in love, my how they fly Blue days All of them gone Nothing but blue skies From now on I should care if the wind blows east or west I should fret if the worst looks like the best I should mind if they say it can't be true I should smile, that's exactly what I do |
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Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you
Embrace me, you irreplaceable you Just one look at you My heart grew tipsy in me You and you alone Bring out the Gypsy in me I love all the many charms about you Above all, I want my arms about you Don't be a naughty baby Come to mama, come to mama do My sweet embraceable you I love all the many charms about you Above all, I want my arms about you Don't be a naughty baby Come to mama, come to mama do My sweet embraceable you |
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| 3:50 |
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Someday he'll come along
The man I love And he'll be big and strong The man I love And when he comes my way I'll do my best to make him stay He'll look at me and smile I'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 Sunday Maybe Monday, maybe not Still I'm sure to meet him one day Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day He'll build a little home Just meant for two From which I'll never roam Who would, would you? And so, all else above, I'm waiting for the man I love |
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My mama done tol' me, when I was in knee-pants
My mama done tol' me, "" Son a woman'll sweet talk"" And give ya the big eye, but when the sweet talkin's done A woman's a two-face, A worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the nightNow the rain's a-fallin', hear the train's a-callin, ""Whooee!"" (My mama done tol' me) Hear dat lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, ""Whooee!"" (My mama done tol' me) A-whooee-ah-whooee ol' clickety-clack's a-echoin' back th' blues in the night The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin' and the moon'll hide its light when you get the blues in the night Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing the saddest kind o' song, he knows things are wrong, and he's rightFrom Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe, wherever the four winds blow I been in some big towns an' heard me some big talk, but there is one thing I know A woman's a two-face, a worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the nightMy mama was right, there's blues in |
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Somewhere over the rainbow way up high.
There's a land that I heard of once on a lullaby. Somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue. And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true. Someday I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me. Where troubles me it like lemon drops away above the chimney tops that's where you'll find me. Somewhere over the rainbow blue birds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow why then oh why can't I? Somewhere over the rainbow way up high. There's a land that I heard of once on a lullaby. Somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue. And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true. Someday I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me. Where troubles me it like lemon drops away above the chimney tops that's where you'll find me. Somewhere over the rainbow blue birds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow why then oh why can't I? Blue birds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow why then oh why can't I? Why then oh why can't I? |
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That old black magic has me in its spell
That old black magic that you weave so well Icy fingers up and down my spine The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mineThe same old tingle that I feel inside When that elevator starts its ride Down and down I go, round and round I go Like a leaf that's caught in the tideI should stay away but what can I do I hear your name, and I'm aflame Aflame with such a burning desire That only your kiss can put out the fireYou are the lover that I've waited forThe mate that fate had me created for And every time your lips meet mineBaby down and down I go, all around I go In a spin, loving the spin that I'm in Under that old black magic called love |
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You are the promised kiss of springtime
That makes the lonely winter seem long You are the breathless hush of evening That trembles on the brink of a lovely song You are the angel glow that lights the stars The dearest thing I know are what you are Someday my happy arms will hold you And some day I'll know that moment divine When all the things you are, are mine |
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Skylark
Have you anything to say to me? Won't you tell me where my love can be? Is there a meadow in the mist Where someone's waiting to be kissed? Oh skylark Have you seen a valley green with spring? Where my heart can go a journeying Over the shadows and the rain To a blossom covered lane And in your lonely flight Haven't you heard the music in the night? Wonderful music Faint as a will o' the wisp Crazy as a loon Sad as a gypsty serenading the moon Oh skylark I don't know if you can find these things But my heart is riding on your wings So if you see them anywhere Won't you lead me there Oh skylark Won't you lead me there? |
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You're just too marvelous
Too marvelous for words Like glorious, glamorous And that old standby amorous It's all too wonderful I'll never find the words That say enough, tell enough I mean they just aren't swell enough You're much too much, and just too very very To ever be, in Webster's dictionary And so, I'm borrowing a love song from the birds To tell you that you're marvelous Too marvelous for words <instrumental interlude> You're much too much, and just too very very To ever be, in Webster's dictionary And so, I'm borrowing a love song from the birds To tell you that you're marvelous Too marvelous for words |
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