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(1945) Richard Rodgers, Oscar Hammerstein II
The things I used to like, I don't like any more, I want a lot of other things I've never had before, It's just like my mamma says, I sit around and mourn Pretending that I am so wonderful and knowing I'm adored I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm, I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string, I'd say that I had spring fever, But I know it isn't spring. I'm as starry eyed and gravely discontented, Like a nightingale without a song to sing. Oh, why should I have spring fever, When it isn't even spring? I keep wishing I were somewhere else, Walking down a strange new street, Hearing words I have never never heard, From a man I've yet to meet. I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams, I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing, I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud, Or a robin or a bluebird on the wing, But I feel so gay in a melancholy way, That it might as well be spring, It might as well be, might as well be, It might as well be spring. |
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(1932) Ann Ronell
Willow weep for me, willow weep for me, Bend your branches green along the stream that runs to sea, Listen to my plea, listen willow weep for me, Gone my lover's dream, lovely summer dream, Gone and left me here to weep my tears into the stream, Sad as I can be - Hear me willow and weep for me. Whisper to the wind to say that love has sinned To leave my heart aching and making this moan, Murmur to the night to hide her starry light, So none will find me sighing and crying all alone, Weeping willow tree, weep in sympathy, Bend your branches down along the ground and cover me, When the shadows fall, bend oh willow and weep for me. To leave my heart aching and making this moan, So none will find me sighing and crying all alone, Weeping willow tree, weep in sympathy, Bend your branches down along the ground and cover me, When the shadows fall, bend oh willow, Bend oh willow and weep for me. |
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(The Essential Collection)
(incomplete) There is a house in New Orleans They call it the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh God, I'm one If I had only listened of what my mama said I'd be at home today But bein' so young and foolish, my Lord Let a gambler lead me astray Now, my mother is a tailor She sews those new blue jeans And my sweetheart is a drunkard, Lord Drinks down in New Orleans Now the only thing a drunken man needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he's satisfied Lord, is when he's on the drunk Somebody go get my baby sister Tell her to do, not to do what I have done But shun that house in New Orleans They call it the Rising Sun Well, I'm goin' back to New Orleans My race is almost run Yes, I'm goin' back to spend my life Beneath, beneath, the rising sun There is a house in New Orleans They call it the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh God, I'm one If I had only listened of what my mama said I'd be at home today But bein' so young and foolish, my Lord Let a gambler lead me astray |
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Irving mills, duke ellington
What good is melody, what good is music If it ain't possessin' something sweet It ain't the melody, it ain't the music There's something else that makes the tune complete 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 It makes no diff'rence if it's sweet or hot Just give that rhythm ev'rything you got It don't mean a thing, if it ain't got that swing |
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Oscar Brown jr
Eve and Adam had a garden everything was great Till one day a boy says pardon Miss my name is snake See that apple over yonder if you'll take a bite You and Adam both are bound to have some fun tonight Go on and eat forbidden fruit It's mighty sweet forbidden fruit It's quite a treat forbidden fruit Go ahead and taste it you don't wanna waste it The Lord had said in the beginning everything is free Except that apple that leads to sinning so let that apple be But Eve got tempted so she tried it and as all chicks do Teaser her man till he decided he'd just try some too Go on and eat forbidden fruit It's mighty sweet forbidden fruit It's quite a treat forbidden fruit Go ahead and bite it I bet you'd be delighted I hate to tell you all what followed the Lord was most upset Saw them making love and hollered what have you to add And when they made a full confession the Lord said hm I see I guess I'll have to teach you a lesson about not minding me Go on and eat forbidden fruit It's mighty sweet forbidden fruit It's quite a treat forbidden fruit You're all indebted now you gonna get it The Lord made Eve Adam's madam have his kids and all Placed some labour laws on Adam and he made the snake to fall Ever since the days of Eden folks been sinful my Nowadays they're even eating apples in their pie Go on and eat forbidden fruit It's mighty sweet forbidden fruit It's quite a treat forbidden fruit Go ahead and taste it you don't wanna waste it Oh go ahead and bite it I bet you'd be delighted You always did it now you'll gonna get it Forbidden fruit |
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Love me, love me, love me, say you do
Let me fly away with you For my love is like the wind And wild is the wind Give me more than one caress Satisfy this hungriness Let the wind blow through your heart For wild is the wind You touch me I hear the sound of mandolins You kiss me With your kiss my life begins You're spring to me All things to me Don't you know you're life itself Like a leaf clings to a tree Oh my darling, cling to me For we're creatures of the wind And wild is the wind So wild is the wind You touch me I hear the sound of mandolins You kiss me With your kiss my life begins Dady, you're spring to me All things to me Don't you know you're life itself Like a leaf clings to a tree Oh my darling, cling to me For we're creatures of the wind And wild is the wind So wild is the wind Wild is the wind Wild is the wind Wild is the wind |
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Wright, Forrest
Baubles bangles hear how they ring ching-a-lingle Baubles bangles bright shiny heads sparkles spangles My heart will sing sing-a-linge Wearing baubles bangles and beads I glitter and gleam so make somebody dream So that some day he may buy me A ring a-ling a-ling a-ling a-ling A-ling a-ling a-ling a-lingle I've heard that's where it leads Wearing baubles bangles and beads |
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(1951) irving berlin
I don't want him you can have him He's not worth fighting for Besides there's plenty more where he came from I don't want him you can have him I'm giving him the sack And he can go right back where he came from I'm afraid I never loved him Sweetie he'd be better off with you I could never make him happy All I ever wanted to do was Run my fingers through his curly locks Mend his underwear and darn his socks Fetch his slippers and remove his shoes Wipe his glasses when he's read the news Rub his forehead with a gentle touch Mornings after when he's had a little too much Kiss him gently when he cuddles near And give him babies one for every year So you see that I don't want him you can have him You can have him cos I don't want him Because he's not the man for me Then I'd close the window while he soundly slept Then I'd raid the icebox where the food is kept I'd fix the breakfast that would please him most Eggs and coffee some apricot juice and some buttered toast Oh oh then I'd go out and buy the papers And when they've been read spend the balance of the day in bed So you see that I don't want him you can have him You can have him cos I don't want him because he's not my man I don't want him you can have him You can have him I don't want him You can have him I don't want him Cos he's not the man for me |
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Work Song
Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang Breaking rocks and serving my time Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang Because they done convicted me of crime Hold it steady right there while I hit it Well reckon that ought to get it Been Working and working But I still got so terribly far to go I commited crime Lord I needed Crime of being hungry and poor I left the grocery store man bleeding (breathing?) When they caught me robbing his store Hold it steady right there while I hit it Well reckon that ought to get it Been Working and working But I still got so terribly far to go I heard the judge say five years On chain-gang you gonna go I heard the judge say five years labor I heard my old man scream "Lordy, no!" Hold it right there while I hit it Well reckon that ought to get it Been Working and working But I still got so terribly far to go Gonna see my sweet honey bee Gonna break this chain off to run Gonna lay down somewhere shady Lord I sure am hot in the sun Hold it right there while I hit it Well reckon that ought to get it Been Workin' and workin' Been Workin' and slavin' An' Workin' and workin' But I still got so terribly far to go |
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(1934) Eddie Delange, Irving Mills, Duke Ellington
In my solitude you haunt me With reveries of days gone by In my solitude you taunt me With memories that never die I sit in my chair Filled with despair Nobody could be so sad With gloom ev'rywhere I sit and I stare I know that I'll soon go mad In my solitude I'm praying Dear Lord above Send back my love Original lyric In my solitude you haunt me With reveries of days gone by In my solitude you taunt me With memories that never die I sit in my chair I'm filled with despair There's no one could be so sad With gloom ev'rywhere I sit and I stare I know that I'll soon go mad In my solitude I'm praying Dear Lord above Send back my love |
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