Louis Armstrong - High Society (2005) by Louis Armstrong (보컬) on maniadb.com

Strut-tin’ with some bar-be-que,

Swing-in’ with the band;

Like the hap-py peo-ple do

Way down in dix-ie land

Hear that ol’ trom-bone

And the trum-pet ad-lib.

Love to hear the lick,

While I do my pick-in’

Pick-in’ on a jui-cy rib.

‘Cause I'm Strut-tin with some bar-be-que,

feel-in' might-y grand;

pass an-oth-er help-in’ please,

of that good ol’ dix-ie land.

And mis-ter wait-er if you please

An-oth-er rib or two;

And I’ll go strut, strut, strut-tin,

Strut-tin' with some bar-be-que

REPEAT

(intro)
Yeah, to all my fans, for people who don't know
What i've been going through to make my own, yeah...

Now its time to hurt your feelings as i upset music industry fans
Hey yo my man, look at my hands, they look human, right?
You think i'm a monster, ill circus clown, i'm not a specimen
Don't look at me funny when i come around
And ya'll been trying to figure me out for years
Trying to reduplicate me, but they can't, so they hate me
While white boys rub the heads of black music with a japanese assistant
What does a chinese kid know about the rap game, it's a shame
As i see 'em watching bet
There's a million of creative rappers tryin' to be me
I'm starting to feel like jimi hendrix
When they cover the story who started rock
Magazines put blankets over my interviews
They don't want to see me on channel 7 news
Tellin the truth of the project group
Which they always have secret spies in with eyes
Watchin me record my album, sending producers with wack tracks
And dats, messin' up my whole format
Can you imagine doing something that would need more to function
With an alternative hippy kid from the record label watchin your back
Talkin about mariah carey's honky
Makin' an average group buck dance like a barrel full of monkeys
While i break out to do the shopping, boy
You're makin' a quick phone call
About my sound is too new and different
I need to be a regular like dru hill, a little more ill
Hey keith we want you to be ill!

Yeah, leave me alone!
Hey keith, we want you to be ill!

Of course i'm hard to work with, cos you're hard to work with
I don't wanna be the insane clown posse and collaborate
I'm tryin' to innovate and think quick at a fast rate
Why you mad? cos i'm original?
You can't do the material
When i sit back and watch you act big
Spend your budget on your video
I'm in one of my 3 luxury apartments eating raisin bran cereal
While you front, 'lo i'll take my white rhyme down to world's fargo
How long's it gonna take?
900 thousand and clear, talkin' with a clerk
I don't need a binge this year
Took care of my paperwork
Take the united taxi out to vegas
While the average r'n'b group is doing a promo concert
Ignoring your phone calls from broke labels
Who try to put out underground mc's
Try to get me to rap on a wacky-ass track with one g
How dare you try to insult me?
I got 40 grand for 3 minutes to write a song with prodigy
Other crews don't get, but you got the nerve to call me ?±welcome to the business?±
Stand as a witness, work on your stomach, use physical fitness
I ain't playin' all this african stuff, all look the same

I don't need a joe neckbone puttin' his artwork on my cd
Enjoyin' apple jacks and honeycomb, with me sittin' on the throne
No, i'm takin the regular picture by the hotel saint bonaventure
Besides i do wear a cold blue winter
And eat at beautiful resturants... yeah!

Yeah, leave me alone!
Hey keith, we want you to be ill!

Why you think i should wear a motorcycle helmet?
Why don't you wear it?
Put on some wings like a parrot
Let's discuss this contract
Why are you hypin' up a normal female group with fat cellulite that sound wack
Most of y'all goin' out like uncle toms, like louis armstrongs
Wearin' a tattoo and born on stage like tracy chapman
I canceled a big tour 'cos i was prepared
You're on the roll with your damn money and ya're all scared
Why ya'll walkin, look hard like your manager got your name
All over your versatile card
And plus, this video treatment sucks
The fishlens effect
The lens to the camera only costs 100 bucks
Look at the director trying to tell me what to do
I've done this before
14 degrees freezing cold doin' poppa large with a cage over my head, that's dead
Don't get your imagination too messed up
I'm wearing a yankee hat and a starter
I'm not dressing up
How you gonna tell me what to wear?
I don't need mascara and a stylist
Save that for a big rock group like pantera
Experience, next plateau, mercury, wild pitch, emi, capitol, dreamworks
Never got robbed, put my lyrics away and stuffed
Too many people with hands in my projects
Havin' fantasies of me being superman, you actin' stupid man
I'm like prince
You might see me once every 5 years at the record company
While most of you live at the label beggin for your rent and car notes to be paid
Under the table doing routine dances for advances
Oooh... you've been involved...

Yeah, leave me alone!
Hey keith, we want you to be ill!

Strut-tin’ with some bar-be-que,

Swing-in’ with the band;

Like the hap-py peo-ple do

Way down in dix-ie land

Hear that ol’ trom-bone

And the trum-pet ad-lib.

Love to hear the lick,

While I do my pick-in’

Pick-in’ on a jui-cy rib.

‘Cause I'm Strut-tin with some bar-be-que,

feel-in' might-y grand;

pass an-oth-er help-in’ please,

of that good ol’ dix-ie land.

And mis-ter wait-er if you please

An-oth-er rib or two;

And I’ll go strut, strut, strut-tin,

Strut-tin' with some bar-be-que

REPEAT

Stars shining bright above you,
Night breezes seem to whisper, `I love you`
Birds singin` in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me...
Say `nighty-night` and kiss me,
Just hold me tight and tell me you`ll miss me
While I`m alone and blue as can be,
Dream a little dream of me...
Stars fading, but I linger on, dear,
Still craving your kiss
I`m longing to linger til dawn, dear,
Just saying this
Sweet dreams til sun beams find you,
Sweet dreams that leave our worries behind you
But in your dreams, whatever they be,
Dream a little dream of me
Stars fading, but I linger on, dear,
Still craving your kiss
I`m longing to linger til dawn dear,
Just saying this
Sweet dreams til sun beams find you,
Sweet dreams that lea

ve our worries far behind you
But in your dreams, whatever they be,
Dream a little dream of me.

KISS OF FIRE

I touch your lips and all at once, the
sparks go flying
Those devil lips that know so well when I
am lying
And though I see the danger, still flames
go higher
I know I must surrender to your kiss of
fire
Just like a torch you set my soul within
me burning
I must go on along the road, no returning
And though it burns me, it turns me into
ashes
My whole world crashes, without your
kiss of fire

I can't resist you, what good is there in
trying
What good is there denying, you're all
that I desire
Since first I kissed you, my heart was
yours completely
If I'm a slave, then it's a slave, I want to
be...

Don't pity me, don't pity me

Give me your lips, the lips you only let
me borrow
Love me tonight, devil take tomorrow
I know that I must have your kiss
although it kills me
Though it consumes me, your kiss of fire
I know that I must have your kiss
although it kills me
Though it consumes me your kiss of fire.

Sitting in the sun
Counting my money
Fanned by a summer breeze

Sweeter than the honey
Counting my money
Those green backs on the tree

Comes the summer shower
Drops the rain falling
Sweeter than Christmas chimes

Hearing those jingles upon those blue singers
Like pennys, nickels, and dimes ~

Though it's known
That what I own
It's not a large amount
Feels like though
That I behold
In my bank account ~
Yes ~ sitting in the sun
Counting my money
Happy as I can be
And to top it all
The shadows fall
I look to heaven and I see ~
There is a single dollar in the sky
Shining down on me ~

Yes ~ Sitting in the sun
Counting my money
Happy as I can be
And to top it all
The shadows fall
I look to heaven and I see ~
There is a single dollar in the sky
And it's shining me ~
And shining in
Shining down on me ~~~

I said hello, Dolly,......well, hello, Dolly
It's so nice to have you back where you belong
You're lookin' swell, Dolly.......I can tell, Dolly
You're still glowin'...you're still crowin'...you're still goin' strong
I feel that room swayin'......while the band's playin'
One of your old favourite songs from way back when
So..... take her wrap, fellas.......find her an empty lap, fellas
Dolly'll never go away again

(instrumental break)

I said hello, Dolly,.....well, hello, Dolly
It's so nice to have you back where you belong
You're lookin' swell, Dolly.....I can tell, Dolly
You're still glowin'...you're still crowin'...you're still goin' strong
I feel the room swayin'...while that ole band keeps on playin'
One of your old favourite songs from way back when
So...golly, gee, fellas....find her an empty knee, fellas
Dolly'll never go away....I said she'll never go away
Dolly'll never go away again

It was down in Old Joe's barroom,
On the corner by the square,
Drinks were being served as usual,
And a goodly crowd was there.

When up steped old joe McGuinny
His eyes were bloodshot red;
As he poured himself more wiskey,
This is what he said:

I went down to the St. James Infirmary
I saw my baby there,
Streched out on a cold white table,
So sweet, so cold, so fair.

So Let her go, let her go, God bless her;
Wherever she may be **see note**
She may search this wide world over
but she'll never find a sweet man like me.

When I die, want you to dress me in straght laced shoes
A box back coat and a Stetson hat;
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So the boys know I died standin' pat.

**verses not in original recording**

There are sixteen cold black horses,
Hitched to her rubber tired hack;
There are seven women goin' to that graveyard,
and only six of 'em are coming back.

Now that you'v heard my story,
pour me one more shot of booz;
And if anyone comes askin' about me,
Tell 'em I got, Saint James Infermery blues.

Some people exchange "She never did love me" for the line "Where ever she may be" that was in the original.

(Ory/Gilbert)

I look at them shuffle and the shuffle come down
Ramblin' and scramblin' and a-headin' for town
Hoppin' and boppin' and a-buzzin' around
Happily awaitin' at the station
I look at that train number 709
Hoppin' and boppin' and arrivin' on time
Who do you think is about to arrive
The band they call the Dixieland Five

They're gonna play that muskrat ramble tune
Like the way you never heard it played
Get ready for the big parade
All together now - one and two
Join that happy crowd
Tellin' me that ramblin' scramblin' muskrat song
Come on, ramble along
Yeah

Hey! We are following the footsteps of those who've gone before and we'll all be reunited on that new and sunlit shore.

Chorus:
Oh, when the saints go marching in, (Repeat) oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the saints go marching in.

And when the sun refuse to shine, (Repeat) oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the sun refuse to shine.

Oh, when the trumpet sound its call, (Repeat) oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the trumpet sounds that call.

Oh, when the new world is revealed, (Repeat) oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the new world is revealed.

(Chorus)

Cabaret
J. Kander and Fred Ebb

What good is sitting...alone in your room
Come, hear the music play
Life is a cabaret, ole chum...come to the cabaret

Put down that knittin?...that book and the broom
It’s time for a holiday
Life is a cabaret, ole chum...so come to the cabaret

Come taste the wine...come hear the band
Yes it?s time...for celebratin?
Right this way your table´s waitin?

No use permittin?....some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away
Life is a cabaret , ole chum...come to the cabaret

(instrumental break)

Come taste the wine...come hear the band
Come blow your horn...start celebratin?
Right this way your table´s waitin?

No use admmitin?....that ole prince of doom
Wipe all those smiles away
Life is a cabaret , old chum
Only a cabaret, old chum
So come to the cabaret

Mack the Knife
Oh the shark has pretty teeth dear
And he shows them pearly white
Just a jack-knife has Mac-heath dear
And he keeps it out of sight

When the shark bites with his teeth dear
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves though wears Mac-heath dear
So there's not a trace of red
On the sidewalk Sunday morning
Lies a body oozing life
Someone's sneaking 'round the corner
Is the someone Mack the Knife
From a tugboat by the river
A cement bag's dropping down
The cement's just for the weight dear
Bet you Mackies's back in town
Louis Miller disappeared dear
After drawing out his cash
And 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



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MACK THE KNIFE

Oh 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 the
cement'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 Mack
Heath spends like a sailor. Did our boy do something rash?
Suki Todre, Jenny Diver, Lotti Lenya, sweet Lucy Brown. Yes the line forms on
the right dear, now that Mack Heath's back in town.

Won’t you come and go with me
Down that mississippi
We’ll take a boat to the land of dreams
Come along with me on, down to new orleans

Now the band’s there to greet us
Old friends will meet us
Where all them folks goin to the st. louis cemetary meet
Heaven on earth.... they call it basin street

I’m tellin’ ya, basin street...... is the street
Where all them characters from the first street they meet
New orleans..... land of dreams
You’ll never miss them rice and beans
Way down south in new orleans

They’ll be huggin’.... and a kissin’
That’s what I been missin’
And all that music....lord, if you just listen’
New orleans....i got them basin street blues

(instrumental break)

Now ain’t you glad you went with me
On down that mississippi
We took a boat to the land of dreams
Heaven on earth...they call it basin street