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from Manhattan Transfer - Mecca For Moderns (1981)
I'm here to just confirm what I've been really always sayin' About modern jazz It's the savior of the nation And I'll believe it if you do too The rhythm & bluesLike Bird When he thought of this melody The message he played on his horn Was the steady confirmation That he discovered The sound that makes the music be freeThis may sound unstable But I know I'm able to concentrate in song to you My lyrics may go fast Sometimes a word may get past folks But so I keep it swingin' I know I've got to stay trueSo like the Bird I'm gonna say that jazz is always A happiness groove So come on and I'll confirm it 'Cause certainly the Bird that I heard made the word of confirmation |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Mecca For Moderns (1981)
The rule of the tyrants decline The year, 1979 From Uganda to Nicaragua It's bombs and bullets all the time So they corrupt, so they vile So it's coup after coup all the while Human rights they violate They think they too damn great So in disgrace now they live in exileGairy is a wanted man Idi Amin is a wanted man Shah of Iran tried so hard to survive He too was wanted dead or aliveStrikes, demonstrations & wars Injustice is always the cause Politicians turn too soon from poor people into tycoons Corruption must bring harass South African Vorster resign in disgrace Muzurewa take away Ian Smith place The Uganda devil was easily cat straddled Beaten up and chased, what a waste.Gairy is a wanted man Bokassa is a wanted man Ali Bhutto try so hard to survive He too was wanted dead or alive.The Shah had a short time to live Because the Ayatollah don't forgive When you see church ruling state With pure vengeance and hate Situation must be explosive General Somoza from Nicaragua Thought it was easy with the Sandanistas With the help of Venezuela, Panama and Cuba They kick him straight to AmericaGairy is a wanted man Park Chung Hee was a wanted man Achem Pong tried so hard to survive He too was wanted dead or aliveGairy is a wanted man Idi Amin is a wanted man Shah of Iran tried so hard to survive He too was wanted dead or aliveBang...You're dead |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Vocalese (1985)
Let me introduce
you I've heard that boredom's entered your life And you're feelin' real low Have you met Benny Bailey? Well he's a fella that you should know They tell me lassitude's has laid you low An' you're losin' your grip you must meet Benny Bailey At least he's somebody who is hip To cure an ennui, you need a bon nuit It's part o' the joie de vie And his attention, I'm loathe to mention Is, incident'ly, available And so if providence should decree (Background Vocals: Once you've met) Who'll stand in the way (You won't forget) So you'll meet Benny Bailey (No stuff) And you'll remember your lucky day (Benny's tough) ( 1,2,3) This could be your lucky day Incident'ly, he's the sort Tho' seen at court Carries an awful lotta weight In many less royal quarters Filled with less than regal daughters Quite the quixotic Romeo whom every Filly'll know because they find his (Background Vocals: Meet this cat) Reputation wherever they go (He's where it's at) Whether it's here (That's right, outta sight) Or whether it's in another boudoir (Benny Bailey) Whee! He's such a scandal, really (He's no slouch) T' handle him demands a savoir fairer (For this I'll vouch) And a great indulgence rarer (He's cool, he's no fool) Than any that I've encountered surveyin' the scene But never mind, I'll explain it later The fact is that he's always ready to please And that's aroused a lot o'chatter But it really doesn't matter, not to him No siree! It's 'bout as big t'him as any flea He's gotta be maitre'd Or so it seems to me Wait'll y'meet, you'll see what I'm sayin' To cure an ennui You need a bon nuit It's part of the joie de vie He's the kind o'cat people hear about But in a second-handed way That there's nothing really clear about Let me introduce you I've heard that boredom's entered your life And you're feelin' real low Have you met Benny Bailey? Well he's a fella that you should know They tell me lassitude's has laid you low An' you're losin' your grip you must meet Benny Bailey At least he's somebody who is hip We're glad you got to meet Benny Bailey I'm happy fin'lly meeting with you |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer Anthology - Down In Birdland (2005)
Let me introduce
you I've heard that boredom's entered your life And you're feelin' real low Have you met Benny Bailey? Well he's a fella that you should know They tell me lassitude's has laid you low An' you're losin' your grip you must meet Benny Bailey At least he's somebody who is hip To cure an ennui, you need a bon nuit It's part o' the joie de vie And his attention, I'm loathe to mention Is, incident'ly, available And so if providence should decree (Background Vocals: Once you've met) Who'll stand in the way (You won't forget) So you'll meet Benny Bailey (No stuff) And you'll remember your lucky day (Benny's tough) ( 1,2,3) This could be your lucky day Incident'ly, he's the sort Tho' seen at court Carries an awful lotta weight In many less royal quarters Filled with less than regal daughters Quite the quixotic Romeo whom every Filly'll know because they find his (Background Vocals: Meet this cat) Reputation wherever they go (He's where it's at) Whether it's here (That's right, outta sight) Or whether it's in another boudoir (Benny Bailey) Whee! He's such a scandal, really (He's no slouch) T' handle him demands a savoir fairer (For this I'll vouch) And a great indulgence rarer (He's cool, he's no fool) Than any that I've encountered surveyin' the scene But never mind, I'll explain it later The fact is that he's always ready to please And that's aroused a lot o'chatter But it really doesn't matter, not to him No siree! It's 'bout as big t'him as any flea He's gotta be maitre'd Or so it seems to me Wait'll y'meet, you'll see what I'm sayin' To cure an ennui You need a bon nuit It's part of the joie de vie He's the kind o'cat people hear about But in a second-handed way That there's nothing really clear about Let me introduce you I've heard that boredom's entered your life And you're feelin' real low Have you met Benny Bailey? Well he's a fella that you should know They tell me lassitude's has laid you low An' you're losin' your grip you must meet Benny Bailey At least he's somebody who is hip We're glad you got to meet Benny Bailey I'm happy fin'lly meeting with you |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Offbeat Of Avenues (1991)
Spiked heels and porkpie hat--
Have you on the mend in no time flat A shimmy and a shake, a pitter and pat Hey there sugar-- Take a look at that!Don't you despair 'cause your fantasy life is nowhere Under my care you'll be back in the pink Drunk without a drinkTunnel down in soft silk and satin Loosen up and roll to the rumble of the drum Make believe it's midnite in Manhattan 0 minutes till the savages comeCome here and don't look back-- Meet me at the end of the cul-de-sac Come on! Stand up at attention and I'll do the same Hey there tiger, now don't you be ashamedLife has a way of destroying our sense of child's play But under my wing you'll be back in the pink Drunk without a drinkTunnel down in soft silk and satin Let your backbone roll to the rumble of the drum Make believe it's midnite in Manhattan 0 minutes till the savages comeSigmund Freud himself wouldn't need to worry If his hands were tied by me There's no neurosis that this doctor can't diagnose I'll find the monster and deliver a lethal doseLife has a way of destroying our sense of child's play But under my wing you'll be back in the pink Drunk without a drink |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Christmas Album (1992)
All I want for Christmas is you
You're the gift that's made my dreams all come true All I need for Christmas is here Finding every sweet surprise Wrapped up in your eyes Waiting there for me Underneath the tree We'll spend the day Exchanging kisses Smile and say "What a Christmas this is" Long before the snowflakes appear Without bells and mistletoe or the tinsel's silver glow You just look at me and oh - Christmas is here Long before the snowflakes appear Without bells and mistletoe or the tinsel's silver glow You just look at me and oh - Christmas is here |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Spirit Of St. Louis (2000)
Give me a kiss to build a dream on
And my imagination will thrive upon that kiss Sweetheart, I ask no more than this A kiss to build a dream on Give me a kiss before you leave me And my imagination will feed my hungry heart Leave me one thing before we part A kiss to build a dream on When I'm alone with my fancies...I'll be with you Weaving romances...making believe they're true Give me your lips for just a moment And my imagination will make that moment live Give me what you alone can give A kiss to build a dream on When I'm alone with my fancies...I'll be with you Weaving romances...making believe they're true Give me a kiss to build a dream on And my imagination will thrive upon that kiss Ah sweetheart, I ask no more than this A kiss to build a dream on |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Mecca For Moderns (1981)
That certain night
The night we met There was magic abroad in the air There were angels dining at the Ritz And a nightingale sang in Berkeley SquareI may be right I may be wrong But I'm perfectly willing to swear That when you turned and smiled at me A nightingale sang in Berkeley SquareThe moon that lingered over London town Poor puzzled moon He wore a frownOh how could he know we two were so in love The whole wide world was upside down The streets of town were paved with stars It was such a romantic affair And as we kissed and said goodbye A nightingale sang in Berkeley SquareA nightingale sang. A nightingale sangThe streets of townWere paved with starsIt was such a romantic affair And as we kissed and said goodbye A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer Anthology - Down In Birdland (2005)
That certain night
The night we met There was magic abroad in the air There were angels dining at the Ritz And a nightingale sang in Berkeley SquareI may be right I may be wrong But I'm perfectly willing to swear That when you turned and smiled at me A nightingale sang in Berkeley SquareThe moon that lingered over London town Poor puzzled moon He wore a frownOh how could he know we two were so in love The whole wide world was upside down The streets of town were paved with stars It was such a romantic affair And as we kissed and said goodbye A nightingale sang in Berkeley SquareA nightingale sang. A nightingale sangThe streets of townWere paved with starsIt was such a romantic affair And as we kissed and said goodbye A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Offbeat Of Avenues (1991)
Lost in a feelin'
so very deep inside of me Something's not healing ever since you left this place Oh, but I loved you and although I didn't know you Just the idea of you brought rapture to my faceI feel I almost got to know you At least you made it to my heart Even though we'll always be a world apart Now I'm getting on without you But I need to cry sometimes Cause I know we'll always be a world apartVoices of children - In the streets I hear them laughing It all fades to one voice I hear crying in the night I think about you wondering if you're out there listening As if the words I sing will somehow bring you lightWell I almost got to know you At least you made it to my heart But I know we'll always be a world apart Now I'm getting on without you But there's a shadow in my heart 'Cause I know we'll always be a world apartSeems I almost got to know you At least you made it to my heart But I know we'll always be a world apart Through the constancy of memory You will live inside my heart Then we'll never have to be a world apartOver and over I never knew how much till you were gone Over and over and over you will be mine eternally |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Swing (1997)
A-tisket, a-tasket
A brown and yellow basket I sent a letter to my mommy On the way I dropped itI dropped it, I dropped it Yes on the way I dropped it A little girlie picked it up And put it in her pocketShe was truckin' on down the avenue Not a single thing to do She went peck, peck, peckin' all around When she spied it on the groundShe took it, she took it, My little yellow basket And if she doesn't bring it back I think that I will dieA-tisket, a-tasket I lost my yellow basket And if that girlie don't return it Don't know what I'll doOh dear, I wonder where my basket can be? (So do we, so do we, so do we, so do we, so do we) Oh gee, I wish that little girl I could see (So do we, so do we, so do we, so do we, so do we)Oh why was I so careless with that basket of mine That itty-bitty basket was a joy of mineA-tisket, a-tasket, I lost my yellow basket Won't someone help me find my basket And make me happy again, again!(Was it green?) No, no, no, no (Was it red?) No, no, no, no (Was it blue?) No, no, no, no Just a little yellow basketA little yellow basket |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Brasil (1987)
Here beneath the moon tonight So pale and fragile Is that shining in the distance I see Real or just imagined? Imagined mirages of aguaSomewhere in these sands that spread before me There lies a silent spring for me Que aguaThe earth without the heavens' rain Becomes powder and gravel Life without a spirit whole In time becomes a thread unraveled Or traveled in the circles of aguaAnd lately there grows a thirst inside me With only hunger to guide me Que aguaAgua ever deep Agua ever wide Agua ever still and silentFlowing into sleep finding what we hide Dreaming what cannot be sightedAgua ever warm Current ever strong Agua ever, ever lastingGathering in storm Pouring out in song Washing over understandingAgua Agua deep Agua so wide Carry me to your shore Carry me aguaAgua Agua deep Agua so wide Carry me to your shore Carry me agua |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Vocalese (1985)
All the night it's bli-bli-bli
'N blop-blop-blop 'n drip, drip, drip I'm turnin' the faucet offPretty uptight from bli-bli-bli 'N blop-blop-blop, I hate this trip I'm turnin' the faucet offThat faucet's drippin'Turnin' the faucet offTryin' t'sleep, I need my rest But there's no rest f'me, I guess I'm turnin' the faucet off( Top)My mind is flippin'Turnin' the faucet offI'm tryin' my best to sleep I'm tryin' without success I tell y' it just ain't fair a faucet Measures in this mess That's it, I guess!Every night I gotta git up in the middle of the gol'durn night An' it's colder'n a Swedish well-digger's behin' But I gotta do it Otherwise I'm outta' m'min. stone crazyStop the faucet from drippin' 'N drivin y'nuts - stone nuts It's drivin' you crazy One more drip an' you'll screamNo stuff, you can look him An' tell he has enough Whoa-oh, lemme tell y'really It's roughTalkin' 'bout them blee blop bluesI'm hip to that drip goofin' my sleep I'm so tired o'gittin' up in the night What a catastratrose Pride's got me feelin' I'm boun't' Behave like an oaf I'll git me a hammer - Bam! Quite the difference in the way The faucet soun's now I'm gonna go bam-bam-bam-bam Bam-bam-bam on that faucet Damn that faucet for the stupid ol' Drip that it is I tell y' I really am sick o'that drip Maybe the plumber man's Got him a better, prettier tip About stoppin' that drip But as f'nowBackground: When you be deep within y'nightly nap An' nothin worser than a drippin' tap You try t'lay there an' preten' you deaf But soon y' fin'ly know there ain' nothin' left That you jus' cannot stand it anymore You're hip Drip drip drip drip An' so y'git up an' you're half asleep You're so disgusted that'cha wanna weep You bump your knee while tryin' t'find the lamp Your throat is dried up and y'feelin' a cramp You can't feel dum'r an' you'd like t'kill the plum'er You envy children in summer campBut as for now But as for now The drippin' soun' The drippin' soun' Has got me so I'm 'bout t'tear the plumin' down I'm 'bout t'tear the plumin' down I'm talkin' down Y'gotta stop Y'gotta stop The constant seep The constant seep Because it makes it real impossible t'sleep Real impossible t'sleep, I'm talkin' sleep Your plum'er goofed So face the fact Y' gotta use A lot o'tactYour plumber really gotta' straighten Up his act Next time you're li'ble to crackFolks with leaky faucets Think o'wakin' up millions o'times T'stop the faucet drippin' Part o'the trouble o'livin' with plumbin' Is the dues a fella always pays Adoptin' fancy citified ways That's what'cha git f'livin in the city Whenever a nature lover hears your tale You ain' gonna git lots o'pityDig - when y'r bothered by the blee bop blues Dig this - turn the faucet off'n you'll stop blues Then dig this - you won't have t'sing th' Blee bop bluesWhen pipes're drippin' nerves're strainin' People jus' can't help complainin' Everybody really c'n dig thatStuff that pipeEnd this endless incredible gripe End this endless gripeThat's them dues' - Blee blop blues Yeah - - - - - - - |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Tonin' (1995)
Every time I think that I'm the only one who's lonely
someone calls on me And every now and then, I spend my time at rhyme and verse and curse those faults in me But then Along Comes Mary-and does she wanna give me kicks and be my steady chick and give me pick of memories- Or maybe rather gather tales from all the fails and tribulations no one ever seesWhen we met, I was sure out to lunch Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punchWhen vague desire is the fire in the eyes of chicks whose sickness is in the games they play- And when the masquerade is played and neighbor folks make jokes about who is most to blame today And the Along Comes Mary-and does she wanna set them free and make them see realities from which she got her name- And will they struggle much when told that such a tender touch of hers will make them not the sameWhen we met, I was sure out to lunch- Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch(Breakdown) Oh here she comes along - along she comes Oh Mary comes along - oh here she comes Ba ba ba - Ba ba ba Sweet as the punchThen when the morning of the warning's passed, the gassed and flaccid kids are flung across the stars- The psychodramas and the traumas gone, the songs are left unsung and hung upon the scars- And the Along Comes Mary - And does she wanna see the stains- the dead remains of all the pains she sent the night before Or will their waking eyes reflect the lies and make them realize their urgent cries for sight no moreWhen we met, I was sure out to lunch Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch Sweet as the punch (sweet as the punch) Sweet as the punch (sweet as the punch) Sweet as the punch (sweet as the punch) Sweet as the punch (sweet as the punch) |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Bodies And Souls (1983)
Mama said he'd be a failure
Live down on the Bowery somewhere, yeah Libacious schoolboy with that Slicked back hair Playing your guitar You rock and you roll...Listen to American pop American pop Listen to American pop - music Listen to American pop American pop Listen to American pop music...Down on the corner Turn on your radio Frankie there you are Underneath the skyline The roar and the heatListen American pop Listen American music Listen American pop Listen American musicVOCAL BREAKDOWN Mama look at your boy nowListen to American pop American pop Listen to American pop - music Listen to American pop American pop Listen to American pop music |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Vocalese (1985)
I know he'll never be forgotten
Long as there's still sound He was a king uncrowned Not all kings are given crowns I know I'll always rememberAlways The warmth All his warmth Of his sound Was in his sound Lingers so long I'm sure he's still around Still around -------------Those who've heard For all those who've heardTruly, they him yet Even yetSo those who hear won't forget And the ever-present sound That abounds in his praise Echos throughout the universe For endless spans of time uncountable By days The pretty little piquant passages Clifford played They are with us now And I'm positive that they will endure Should time and sacred circumstance allow Yes, they'll live foreverOh, yes, I remember Clifford now Seems I always feel that Clifford's spirit's Hangin' roun' me somehow We rememberEach and every single day I hear his lovely trumpet toneSuch exquisite singingIn every horn that seems to have a sound That's all its own So somebody tell me how How can we ever day for certain Someone that played Like Clifford Brown could play Could really be said to have gone awayI only know that I hear him now And I believe that I always will You've got to believe I remember Clifford still, yes I hear him stillI know he'll never be forgotten He was a king uncrownedI know I'll always remember 'Member Clifford Brown I'll always remember Clifford Brown |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Bop Doo-Wopp (1985)
Dit dot ditty dit dot a ditty ditty
Dit dot ditty dit dot a ditty ditty Dit dot ditty dit dot a ditty ditty Dit dot ditty, Baby come home to me I sent my baby a telegram asking to be her man Begging her to come back home to me (Baby come home to me) Oh I dotted the I's and I crossed the T's And I'm begging pretty please Honey honey, come back home to me (Baby come home to me) Dit dot.. Baby I want your love Woo-oo Baby I need your love Ooo Honey honey come back home to me (Come back home to me) Dit dot. Got to have your love Woo-oo Can't live without your love Woo-oo Honey honey come back home to me (Come back home to me) Oh I made mistakes, yes that's the truth But the biggest one I made with you Honey honey, come back home to me (Baby come home to me) I thought that you would understand I'm just a one woman man Not like before so come back home to me (Baby come home to me) Dit dot... Baby I want your love Woo-oo Baby I need your love Ooo Honey honey come back home to me (Come back home to me) Dit dot... Got to have your love Woo-oo Can't live without your love Woo-oo Honey honey come back home to me (Come back home to me) Dit dot ditty dit dot a ditty ditty Ooo, aahh (Baby come home to me) I said Come back come back to me Come back come back to me Come back baby come back to me Come back come back to me Come back come back to me Come back baby come back to me (Repeat to fade) |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer Anthology - Down In Birdland (2005)
Dit dot ditty dit dot a ditty ditty
Dit dot ditty dit dot a ditty ditty Dit dot ditty dit dot a ditty ditty Dit dot ditty, Baby come home to me I sent my baby a telegram asking to be her man Begging her to come back home to me (Baby come home to me) Oh I dotted the I's and I crossed the T's And I'm begging pretty please Honey honey, come back home to me (Baby come home to me) Dit dot.. Baby I want your love Woo-oo Baby I need your love Ooo Honey honey come back home to me (Come back home to me) Dit dot. Got to have your love Woo-oo Can't live without your love Woo-oo Honey honey come back home to me (Come back home to me) Oh I made mistakes, yes that's the truth But the biggest one I made with you Honey honey, come back home to me (Baby come home to me) I thought that you would understand I'm just a one woman man Not like before so come back home to me (Baby come home to me) Dit dot... Baby I want your love Woo-oo Baby I need your love Ooo Honey honey come back home to me (Come back home to me) Dit dot... Got to have your love Woo-oo Can't live without your love Woo-oo Honey honey come back home to me (Come back home to me) Dit dot ditty dit dot a ditty ditty Ooo, aahh (Baby come home to me) I said Come back come back to me Come back come back to me Come back baby come back to me Come back come back to me Come back come back to me Come back baby come back to me (Repeat to fade) |
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from Atlantic Jazz: Best Of The '70s (0000)
5,000 light years from Birdland
But I'm still preachin' the rhythm Long-gone, uptight years from Birdland An' I'm still teachin' it with 'emYears from the land of the Bird An' I am still feelin' the spirit 5,000 light years from Birdland But I know people can hear itBird named it, Bird made it, Bird heard it, then played it Well-stated! Birdland-- it happened down in BirdlandOh!In the middle of that hub I remember one jazz club Where we went to pat feet Down on fifty-secon' streetEverybody heard that word That they named it after BirdWhere the rhythm swooped and swirled The jazz corner of the worldAn' the cats they gigged in there Were beyond compareBirdland - I'm singin' Birdland Birdland - Ol' swingin' BirdlandHey, man, the music really turns you on! Y' turn me on, Really, y' turn me aroun' 'N turn me onDown them stairs, lose them cares - where? Down in Birdland Total swing, bop was king - there Down in Birdland Bird would cook, May would look - where? Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - there Down in Birdland Basie blew, Blakey too - where? Down in Birdland Cannonball played that hall - there Down in Birdland Yeah---There may never be nothin' such as that No Mo' - No Mo' Down in Birdland, that's where it was at I know - I know Back in them days bop was ridin' high Hello! 'n goodbye!How well those cats remember Their first Birdland gig To play in Birdland is an honor we still dig Yeah---that club was like-- In another world, sure enough-- Yeah, baby All o' the cats had the cookin' on People just sat an' they was steady lookin' on Then Bird--he came 'n spread the word-- BirdlandYes, indeed, he did Yes, indeed, he did Yes, indeed, he did Yes, he did, Parker played at Birdland Yes, he really did Yes, indeed, he really did Yes, he really did Told the truth down in Birdland Yes, indeed he did, Charlie Parker played in BirdlandYes, indeed, he really did Charlie Parker played in BirdlandBird named it, Bird made it, Bird heard it, Then played it Well-stated! Birdland It happened down in BirdlandEverybody dug that beat Everybody stomped their feet Everybody digs be-bop An' they'll never stopDown them stairs, lose them cares - yeah! Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah! Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - yeah! Down in Birdland Basie blew, Blakey too - yeah! Down in BirdlandCannonball played that hall - yeah Down in BirdlandDown them stairs, lose them cares - yeah Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - yeah! Down in BirdlandBasie blew, Blakey too - yeah! Down in Birdland Cannonball played that hall - yeah Down in BirdlandDown them stairs, lose y' cares -yeah Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in BirdlandBackground Solo: Come in pairs down them stairs, lose y' cares Them that dares gits it!Pay the gate, don't be late It's a date! - whattay' know If y' dig, then you'll dig, it's a groove Quite a groove, 'cause y' t' move Come in twos, pay your duesWhat can you lose? Just your blues! So lose them!The band swingin' one and all and what a ball! Yeah!Music is good, music is better than good Pretty good Very nice Really very good - things are bein' like they should Very good -- very good -- very goodAll y' gotta do is lend an ear An' listen to it Then y' dig a little sooner than soon You'll be diggin' everything diggin' all the musicWhat a ball!How y' gonna figure out A way t' bring it all about amid a Lot o' other music on the set'n on The scene know what I mean? How y' gonna separate the music from the scene 'Gonna have t' keep the memory clean Y' gonna hear a lotta' sound -- a lotta soun' |
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from Grammy Winning Collection Vol. 2 (0000)
5,000 light years from Birdland
But I'm still preachin' the rhythm Long-gone, uptight years from Birdland An' I'm still teachin' it with 'emYears from the land of the Bird An' I am still feelin' the spirit 5,000 light years from Birdland But I know people can hear itBird named it, Bird made it, Bird heard it, then played it Well-stated! Birdland-- it happened down in BirdlandOh!In the middle of that hub I remember one jazz club Where we went to pat feet Down on fifty-secon' streetEverybody heard that word That they named it after BirdWhere the rhythm swooped and swirled The jazz corner of the worldAn' the cats they gigged in there Were beyond compareBirdland - I'm singin' Birdland Birdland - Ol' swingin' BirdlandHey, man, the music really turns you on! Y' turn me on, Really, y' turn me aroun' 'N turn me onDown them stairs, lose them cares - where? Down in Birdland Total swing, bop was king - there Down in Birdland Bird would cook, May would look - where? Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - there Down in Birdland Basie blew, Blakey too - where? Down in Birdland Cannonball played that hall - there Down in Birdland Yeah---There may never be nothin' such as that No Mo' - No Mo' Down in Birdland, that's where it was at I know - I know Back in them days bop was ridin' high Hello! 'n goodbye!How well those cats remember Their first Birdland gig To play in Birdland is an honor we still dig Yeah---that club was like-- In another world, sure enough-- Yeah, baby All o' the cats had the cookin' on People just sat an' they was steady lookin' on Then Bird--he came 'n spread the word-- BirdlandYes, indeed, he did Yes, indeed, he did Yes, indeed, he did Yes, he did, Parker played at Birdland Yes, he really did Yes, indeed, he really did Yes, he really did Told the truth down in Birdland Yes, indeed he did, Charlie Parker played in BirdlandYes, indeed, he really did Charlie Parker played in BirdlandBird named it, Bird made it, Bird heard it, Then played it Well-stated! Birdland It happened down in BirdlandEverybody dug that beat Everybody stomped their feet Everybody digs be-bop An' they'll never stopDown them stairs, lose them cares - yeah! Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah! Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - yeah! Down in Birdland Basie blew, Blakey too - yeah! Down in BirdlandCannonball played that hall - yeah Down in BirdlandDown them stairs, lose them cares - yeah Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - yeah! Down in BirdlandBasie blew, Blakey too - yeah! Down in Birdland Cannonball played that hall - yeah Down in BirdlandDown them stairs, lose y' cares -yeah Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in BirdlandBackground Solo: Come in pairs down them stairs, lose y' cares Them that dares gits it!Pay the gate, don't be late It's a date! - whattay' know If y' dig, then you'll dig, it's a groove Quite a groove, 'cause y' t' move Come in twos, pay your duesWhat can you lose? Just your blues! So lose them!The band swingin' one and all and what a ball! Yeah!Music is good, music is better than good Pretty good Very nice Really very good - things are bein' like they should Very good -- very good -- very goodAll y' gotta do is lend an ear An' listen to it Then y' dig a little sooner than soon You'll be diggin' everything diggin' all the musicWhat a ball!How y' gonna figure out A way t' bring it all about amid a Lot o' other music on the set'n on The scene know what I mean? How y' gonna separate the music from the scene 'Gonna have t' keep the memory clean Y' gonna hear a lotta' sound -- a lotta soun' |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Extensions (1988)
5,000 light years from Birdland
But I'm still preachin' the rhythm Long-gone, uptight years from Birdland An' I'm still teachin' it with 'emYears from the land of the Bird An' I am still feelin' the spirit 5,000 light years from Birdland But I know people can hear itBird named it, Bird made it, Bird heard it, then played it Well-stated! Birdland-- it happened down in BirdlandOh!In the middle of that hub I remember one jazz club Where we went to pat feet Down on fifty-secon' streetEverybody heard that word That they named it after BirdWhere the rhythm swooped and swirled The jazz corner of the worldAn' the cats they gigged in there Were beyond compareBirdland - I'm singin' Birdland Birdland - Ol' swingin' BirdlandHey, man, the music really turns you on! Y' turn me on, Really, y' turn me aroun' 'N turn me onDown them stairs, lose them cares - where? Down in Birdland Total swing, bop was king - there Down in Birdland Bird would cook, May would look - where? Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - there Down in Birdland Basie blew, Blakey too - where? Down in Birdland Cannonball played that hall - there Down in Birdland Yeah---There may never be nothin' such as that No Mo' - No Mo' Down in Birdland, that's where it was at I know - I know Back in them days bop was ridin' high Hello! 'n goodbye!How well those cats remember Their first Birdland gig To play in Birdland is an honor we still dig Yeah---that club was like-- In another world, sure enough-- Yeah, baby All o' the cats had the cookin' on People just sat an' they was steady lookin' on Then Bird--he came 'n spread the word-- BirdlandYes, indeed, he did Yes, indeed, he did Yes, indeed, he did Yes, he did, Parker played at Birdland Yes, he really did Yes, indeed, he really did Yes, he really did Told the truth down in Birdland Yes, indeed he did, Charlie Parker played in BirdlandYes, indeed, he really did Charlie Parker played in BirdlandBird named it, Bird made it, Bird heard it, Then played it Well-stated! Birdland It happened down in BirdlandEverybody dug that beat Everybody stomped their feet Everybody digs be-bop An' they'll never stopDown them stairs, lose them cares - yeah! Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah! Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - yeah! Down in Birdland Basie blew, Blakey too - yeah! Down in BirdlandCannonball played that hall - yeah Down in BirdlandDown them stairs, lose them cares - yeah Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - yeah! Down in BirdlandBasie blew, Blakey too - yeah! Down in Birdland Cannonball played that hall - yeah Down in BirdlandDown them stairs, lose y' cares -yeah Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in BirdlandBackground Solo: Come in pairs down them stairs, lose y' cares Them that dares gits it!Pay the gate, don't be late It's a date! - whattay' know If y' dig, then you'll dig, it's a groove Quite a groove, 'cause y' t' move Come in twos, pay your duesWhat can you lose? Just your blues! So lose them!The band swingin' one and all and what a ball! Yeah!Music is good, music is better than good Pretty good Very nice Really very good - things are bein' like they should Very good -- very good -- very goodAll y' gotta do is lend an ear An' listen to it Then y' dig a little sooner than soon You'll be diggin' everything diggin' all the musicWhat a ball!How y' gonna figure out A way t' bring it all about amid a Lot o' other music on the set'n on The scene know what I mean? How y' gonna separate the music from the scene 'Gonna have t' keep the memory clean Y' gonna hear a lotta' sound -- a lotta soun' |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Man-T-Ra! Live In Tokyo [live] (1996)
5,000 light years from Birdland
But I'm still preachin' the rhythm Long-gone, uptight years from Birdland An' I'm still teachin' it with 'emYears from the land of the Bird An' I am still feelin' the spirit 5,000 light years from Birdland But I know people can hear itBird named it, Bird made it, Bird heard it, then played it Well-stated! Birdland-- it happened down in BirdlandOh!In the middle of that hub I remember one jazz club Where we went to pat feet Down on fifty-secon' streetEverybody heard that word That they named it after BirdWhere the rhythm swooped and swirled The jazz corner of the worldAn' the cats they gigged in there Were beyond compareBirdland - I'm singin' Birdland Birdland - Ol' swingin' BirdlandHey, man, the music really turns you on! Y' turn me on, Really, y' turn me aroun' 'N turn me onDown them stairs, lose them cares - where? Down in Birdland Total swing, bop was king - there Down in Birdland Bird would cook, May would look - where? Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - there Down in Birdland Basie blew, Blakey too - where? Down in Birdland Cannonball played that hall - there Down in Birdland Yeah---There may never be nothin' such as that No Mo' - No Mo' Down in Birdland, that's where it was at I know - I know Back in them days bop was ridin' high Hello! 'n goodbye!How well those cats remember Their first Birdland gig To play in Birdland is an honor we still dig Yeah---that club was like-- In another world, sure enough-- Yeah, baby All o' the cats had the cookin' on People just sat an' they was steady lookin' on Then Bird--he came 'n spread the word-- BirdlandYes, indeed, he did Yes, indeed, he did Yes, indeed, he did Yes, he did, Parker played at Birdland Yes, he really did Yes, indeed, he really did Yes, he really did Told the truth down in Birdland Yes, indeed he did, Charlie Parker played in BirdlandYes, indeed, he really did Charlie Parker played in BirdlandBird named it, Bird made it, Bird heard it, Then played it Well-stated! Birdland It happened down in BirdlandEverybody dug that beat Everybody stomped their feet Everybody digs be-bop An' they'll never stopDown them stairs, lose them cares - yeah! Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah! Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - yeah! Down in Birdland Basie blew, Blakey too - yeah! Down in BirdlandCannonball played that hall - yeah Down in BirdlandDown them stairs, lose them cares - yeah Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - yeah! Down in BirdlandBasie blew, Blakey too - yeah! Down in Birdland Cannonball played that hall - yeah Down in BirdlandDown them stairs, lose y' cares -yeah Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in BirdlandBackground Solo: Come in pairs down them stairs, lose y' cares Them that dares gits it!Pay the gate, don't be late It's a date! - whattay' know If y' dig, then you'll dig, it's a groove Quite a groove, 'cause y' t' move Come in twos, pay your duesWhat can you lose? Just your blues! So lose them!The band swingin' one and all and what a ball! Yeah!Music is good, music is better than good Pretty good Very nice Really very good - things are bein' like they should Very good -- very good -- very goodAll y' gotta do is lend an ear An' listen to it Then y' dig a little sooner than soon You'll be diggin' everything diggin' all the musicWhat a ball!How y' gonna figure out A way t' bring it all about amid a Lot o' other music on the set'n on The scene know what I mean? How y' gonna separate the music from the scene 'Gonna have t' keep the memory clean Y' gonna hear a lotta' sound -- a lotta soun' |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer Anthology - Down In Birdland (2005)
5,000 light years from Birdland
But I'm still preachin' the rhythm Long-gone, uptight years from Birdland An' I'm still teachin' it with 'emYears from the land of the Bird An' I am still feelin' the spirit 5,000 light years from Birdland But I know people can hear itBird named it, Bird made it, Bird heard it, then played it Well-stated! Birdland-- it happened down in BirdlandOh!In the middle of that hub I remember one jazz club Where we went to pat feet Down on fifty-secon' streetEverybody heard that word That they named it after BirdWhere the rhythm swooped and swirled The jazz corner of the worldAn' the cats they gigged in there Were beyond compareBirdland - I'm singin' Birdland Birdland - Ol' swingin' BirdlandHey, man, the music really turns you on! Y' turn me on, Really, y' turn me aroun' 'N turn me onDown them stairs, lose them cares - where? Down in Birdland Total swing, bop was king - there Down in Birdland Bird would cook, May would look - where? Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - there Down in Birdland Basie blew, Blakey too - where? Down in Birdland Cannonball played that hall - there Down in Birdland Yeah---There may never be nothin' such as that No Mo' - No Mo' Down in Birdland, that's where it was at I know - I know Back in them days bop was ridin' high Hello! 'n goodbye!How well those cats remember Their first Birdland gig To play in Birdland is an honor we still dig Yeah---that club was like-- In another world, sure enough-- Yeah, baby All o' the cats had the cookin' on People just sat an' they was steady lookin' on Then Bird--he came 'n spread the word-- BirdlandYes, indeed, he did Yes, indeed, he did Yes, indeed, he did Yes, he did, Parker played at Birdland Yes, he really did Yes, indeed, he really did Yes, he really did Told the truth down in Birdland Yes, indeed he did, Charlie Parker played in BirdlandYes, indeed, he really did Charlie Parker played in BirdlandBird named it, Bird made it, Bird heard it, Then played it Well-stated! Birdland It happened down in BirdlandEverybody dug that beat Everybody stomped their feet Everybody digs be-bop An' they'll never stopDown them stairs, lose them cares - yeah! Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah! Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - yeah! Down in Birdland Basie blew, Blakey too - yeah! Down in BirdlandCannonball played that hall - yeah Down in BirdlandDown them stairs, lose them cares - yeah Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - yeah! Down in BirdlandBasie blew, Blakey too - yeah! Down in Birdland Cannonball played that hall - yeah Down in BirdlandDown them stairs, lose y' cares -yeah Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in BirdlandBackground Solo: Come in pairs down them stairs, lose y' cares Them that dares gits it!Pay the gate, don't be late It's a date! - whattay' know If y' dig, then you'll dig, it's a groove Quite a groove, 'cause y' t' move Come in twos, pay your duesWhat can you lose? Just your blues! So lose them!The band swingin' one and all and what a ball! Yeah!Music is good, music is better than good Pretty good Very nice Really very good - things are bein' like they should Very good -- very good -- very goodAll y' gotta do is lend an ear An' listen to it Then y' dig a little sooner than soon You'll be diggin' everything diggin' all the musicWhat a ball!How y' gonna figure out A way t' bring it all about amid a Lot o' other music on the set'n on The scene know what I mean? How y' gonna separate the music from the scene 'Gonna have t' keep the memory clean Y' gonna hear a lotta' sound -- a lotta soun' |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Rhino Hi-Five: The Manhattan Transfer (2006)
5,000 light years from Birdland
But I'm still preachin' the rhythm Long-gone, uptight years from Birdland An' I'm still teachin' it with 'emYears from the land of the Bird An' I am still feelin' the spirit 5,000 light years from Birdland But I know people can hear itBird named it, Bird made it, Bird heard it, then played it Well-stated! Birdland-- it happened down in BirdlandOh!In the middle of that hub I remember one jazz club Where we went to pat feet Down on fifty-secon' streetEverybody heard that word That they named it after BirdWhere the rhythm swooped and swirled The jazz corner of the worldAn' the cats they gigged in there Were beyond compareBirdland - I'm singin' Birdland Birdland - Ol' swingin' BirdlandHey, man, the music really turns you on! Y' turn me on, Really, y' turn me aroun' 'N turn me onDown them stairs, lose them cares - where? Down in Birdland Total swing, bop was king - there Down in Birdland Bird would cook, May would look - where? Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - there Down in Birdland Basie blew, Blakey too - where? Down in Birdland Cannonball played that hall - there Down in Birdland Yeah---There may never be nothin' such as that No Mo' - No Mo' Down in Birdland, that's where it was at I know - I know Back in them days bop was ridin' high Hello! 'n goodbye!How well those cats remember Their first Birdland gig To play in Birdland is an honor we still dig Yeah---that club was like-- In another world, sure enough-- Yeah, baby All o' the cats had the cookin' on People just sat an' they was steady lookin' on Then Bird--he came 'n spread the word-- BirdlandYes, indeed, he did Yes, indeed, he did Yes, indeed, he did Yes, he did, Parker played at Birdland Yes, he really did Yes, indeed, he really did Yes, he really did Told the truth down in Birdland Yes, indeed he did, Charlie Parker played in BirdlandYes, indeed, he really did Charlie Parker played in BirdlandBird named it, Bird made it, Bird heard it, Then played it Well-stated! Birdland It happened down in BirdlandEverybody dug that beat Everybody stomped their feet Everybody digs be-bop An' they'll never stopDown them stairs, lose them cares - yeah! Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah! Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - yeah! Down in Birdland Basie blew, Blakey too - yeah! Down in BirdlandCannonball played that hall - yeah Down in BirdlandDown them stairs, lose them cares - yeah Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - yeah! Down in BirdlandBasie blew, Blakey too - yeah! Down in Birdland Cannonball played that hall - yeah Down in BirdlandDown them stairs, lose y' cares -yeah Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in BirdlandBackground Solo: Come in pairs down them stairs, lose y' cares Them that dares gits it!Pay the gate, don't be late It's a date! - whattay' know If y' dig, then you'll dig, it's a groove Quite a groove, 'cause y' t' move Come in twos, pay your duesWhat can you lose? Just your blues! So lose them!The band swingin' one and all and what a ball! Yeah!Music is good, music is better than good Pretty good Very nice Really very good - things are bein' like they should Very good -- very good -- very goodAll y' gotta do is lend an ear An' listen to it Then y' dig a little sooner than soon You'll be diggin' everything diggin' all the musicWhat a ball!How y' gonna figure out A way t' bring it all about amid a Lot o' other music on the set'n on The scene know what I mean? How y' gonna separate the music from the scene 'Gonna have t' keep the memory clean Y' gonna hear a lotta' sound -- a lotta soun' |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Symphony Sessions (2006)
5,000 light years from Birdland
But I'm still preachin' the rhythm Long-gone, uptight years from Birdland An' I'm still teachin' it with 'emYears from the land of the Bird An' I am still feelin' the spirit 5,000 light years from Birdland But I know people can hear itBird named it, Bird made it, Bird heard it, then played it Well-stated! Birdland-- it happened down in BirdlandOh!In the middle of that hub I remember one jazz club Where we went to pat feet Down on fifty-secon' streetEverybody heard that word That they named it after BirdWhere the rhythm swooped and swirled The jazz corner of the worldAn' the cats they gigged in there Were beyond compareBirdland - I'm singin' Birdland Birdland - Ol' swingin' BirdlandHey, man, the music really turns you on! Y' turn me on, Really, y' turn me aroun' 'N turn me onDown them stairs, lose them cares - where? Down in Birdland Total swing, bop was king - there Down in Birdland Bird would cook, May would look - where? Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - there Down in Birdland Basie blew, Blakey too - where? Down in Birdland Cannonball played that hall - there Down in Birdland Yeah---There may never be nothin' such as that No Mo' - No Mo' Down in Birdland, that's where it was at I know - I know Back in them days bop was ridin' high Hello! 'n goodbye!How well those cats remember Their first Birdland gig To play in Birdland is an honor we still dig Yeah---that club was like-- In another world, sure enough-- Yeah, baby All o' the cats had the cookin' on People just sat an' they was steady lookin' on Then Bird--he came 'n spread the word-- BirdlandYes, indeed, he did Yes, indeed, he did Yes, indeed, he did Yes, he did, Parker played at Birdland Yes, he really did Yes, indeed, he really did Yes, he really did Told the truth down in Birdland Yes, indeed he did, Charlie Parker played in BirdlandYes, indeed, he really did Charlie Parker played in BirdlandBird named it, Bird made it, Bird heard it, Then played it Well-stated! Birdland It happened down in BirdlandEverybody dug that beat Everybody stomped their feet Everybody digs be-bop An' they'll never stopDown them stairs, lose them cares - yeah! Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah! Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - yeah! Down in Birdland Basie blew, Blakey too - yeah! Down in BirdlandCannonball played that hall - yeah Down in BirdlandDown them stairs, lose them cares - yeah Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - yeah! Down in BirdlandBasie blew, Blakey too - yeah! Down in Birdland Cannonball played that hall - yeah Down in BirdlandDown them stairs, lose y' cares -yeah Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in BirdlandBackground Solo: Come in pairs down them stairs, lose y' cares Them that dares gits it!Pay the gate, don't be late It's a date! - whattay' know If y' dig, then you'll dig, it's a groove Quite a groove, 'cause y' t' move Come in twos, pay your duesWhat can you lose? Just your blues! So lose them!The band swingin' one and all and what a ball! Yeah!Music is good, music is better than good Pretty good Very nice Really very good - things are bein' like they should Very good -- very good -- very goodAll y' gotta do is lend an ear An' listen to it Then y' dig a little sooner than soon You'll be diggin' everything diggin' all the musicWhat a ball!How y' gonna figure out A way t' bring it all about amid a Lot o' other music on the set'n on The scene know what I mean? How y' gonna separate the music from the scene 'Gonna have t' keep the memory clean Y' gonna hear a lotta' sound -- a lotta soun' |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Vocalese (1985)
All the night it's bli-bli-bli
'N blop-blop-blop 'n drip, drip, drip I'm turnin' the faucet off Pretty uptight from bli-bli-bli 'N blop-blop-blop, I hate this trip I'm turnin' the faucet off That faucet's drippin' Turnin' the faucet off Tryin' t'sleep, I need my rest But there's no rest f'me, I guess I'm turnin' the faucet off (Repeat Top) My mind is flippin' Turnin' the faucet off I'm tryin' my best to sleep I'm tryin' without success I tell y' it just ain't fair a faucet Measures in this mess That's it, I guess! Every night I gotta git up in the middle of the gol'durn night An' it's colder'n a Swedish well-digger's behin' But I gotta do it Otherwise I'm outta' m'min. stone crazy Stop the faucet from drippin' 'N drivin y'nuts - stone nuts It's drivin' you crazy One more drip an' you'll scream No stuff, you can look him An' tell he has enough Whoa-oh, lemme tell y'really It's rough Talkin' 'bout them blee blop blues I'm hip to that drip goofin' my sleep I'm so tired o'gittin' up in the night What a catastratrose Pride's got me feelin' I'm boun't' Behave like an oaf I'll git me a hammer - Bam! Quite the difference in the way The faucet soun's now I'm gonna go bam-bam-bam-bam Bam-bam-bam on that faucet Damn that faucet for the stupid ol' Drip that it is I tell y' I really am sick o'that drip Maybe the plumber man's Got him a better, prettier tip About stoppin' that drip But as f'now Background: When you be deep within y'nightly nap An' nothin worser than a drippin' tap You try t'lay there an' preten' you deaf But soon y' fin'ly know there ain' nothin' left That you jus' cannot stand it anymore You're hip Drip drip drip drip An' so y'git up an' you're half asleep You're so disgusted that'cha wanna weep You bump your knee while tryin' t'find the lamp Your throat is dried up and y'feelin' a cramp You can't feel dum'r an' you'd like t'kill the plum'er You envy children in summer camp But as for now But as for now The drippin' soun' The drippin' soun' Has got me so I'm 'bout t'tear the plumin' down I'm 'bout t'tear the plumin' down I'm talkin' down Y'gotta stop Y'gotta stop The constant seep The constant seep Because it makes it real impossible t'sleep Real impossible t'sleep, I'm talkin' sleep Your plum'er goofed So face the fact Y' gotta use A lot o'tact Your plumber really gotta' straighten Up his act Next time you're li'ble to crack Folks with leaky faucets Think o'wakin' up millions o'times T'stop the faucet drippin' Part o'the trouble o'livin' with plumbin' Is the dues a fella always pays Adoptin' fancy citified ways That's what'cha git f'livin in the city Whenever a nature lover hears your tale You ain' gonna git lots o'pity Dig - when y'r bothered by the blee bop blues Dig this - turn the faucet off'n you'll stop blues Then dig this - you won't have t'sing th' Blee bop blues When pipes're drippin' nerves're strainin' People jus' can't help complainin' Everybody really c'n dig that Stuff that pipe End this endless incredible gripe End this endless gripe That's them dues' - Blee blop blues Yeah - - - - - - - |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer Anthology - Down In Birdland (2005)
All the night it's bli-bli-bli
'N blop-blop-blop 'n drip, drip, drip I'm turnin' the faucet offPretty uptight from bli-bli-bli 'N blop-blop-blop, I hate this trip I'm turnin' the faucet offThat faucet's drippin'Turnin' the faucet offTryin' t'sleep, I need my rest But there's no rest f'me, I guess I'm turnin' the faucet off( Top)My mind is flippin'Turnin' the faucet offI'm tryin' my best to sleep I'm tryin' without success I tell y' it just ain't fair a faucet Measures in this mess That's it, I guess!Every night I gotta git up in the middle of the gol'durn night An' it's colder'n a Swedish well-digger's behin' But I gotta do it Otherwise I'm outta' m'min. stone crazyStop the faucet from drippin' 'N drivin y'nuts - stone nuts It's drivin' you crazy One more drip an' you'll screamNo stuff, you can look him An' tell he has enough Whoa-oh, lemme tell y'really It's roughTalkin' 'bout them blee blop bluesI'm hip to that drip goofin' my sleep I'm so tired o'gittin' up in the night What a catastratrose Pride's got me feelin' I'm boun't' Behave like an oaf I'll git me a hammer - Bam! Quite the difference in the way The faucet soun's now I'm gonna go bam-bam-bam-bam Bam-bam-bam on that faucet Damn that faucet for the stupid ol' Drip that it is I tell y' I really am sick o'that drip Maybe the plumber man's Got him a better, prettier tip About stoppin' that drip But as f'nowBackground: When you be deep within y'nightly nap An' nothin worser than a drippin' tap You try t'lay there an' preten' you deaf But soon y' fin'ly know there ain' nothin' left That you jus' cannot stand it anymore You're hip Drip drip drip drip An' so y'git up an' you're half asleep You're so disgusted that'cha wanna weep You bump your knee while tryin' t'find the lamp Your throat is dried up and y'feelin' a cramp You can't feel dum'r an' you'd like t'kill the plum'er You envy children in summer campBut as for now But as for now The drippin' soun' The drippin' soun' Has got me so I'm 'bout t'tear the plumin' down I'm 'bout t'tear the plumin' down I'm talkin' down Y'gotta stop Y'gotta stop The constant seep The constant seep Because it makes it real impossible t'sleep Real impossible t'sleep, I'm talkin' sleep Your plum'er goofed So face the fact Y' gotta use A lot o'tactYour plumber really gotta' straighten Up his act Next time you're li'ble to crackFolks with leaky faucets Think o'wakin' up millions o'times T'stop the faucet drippin' Part o'the trouble o'livin' with plumbin' Is the dues a fella always pays Adoptin' fancy citified ways That's what'cha git f'livin in the city Whenever a nature lover hears your tale You ain' gonna git lots o'pityDig - when y'r bothered by the blee bop blues Dig this - turn the faucet off'n you'll stop blues Then dig this - you won't have t'sing th' Blee bop bluesWhen pipes're drippin' nerves're strainin' People jus' can't help complainin' Everybody really c'n dig thatStuff that pipeEnd this endless incredible gripe End this endless gripeThat's them dues' - Blee blop blues Yeah - - - - - - - |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer (1987)
3 AM
Nowhere else to go It's 3 AM and I miss you so Couples are departing soon they'll all be gone Now another day is starting Still I linger on withBlue Champagne Purple shadows and blue champagne With the echoes that still remain I keep a blue rendezvousBubbles rise Like a fountain before my eyes And they suddenly crystallize To form a vision of youAll the plans we started, all the songs we sang Each little dream we knew Seems to overtake me Like a boomerang Blue is the sparkle, gone is the tangIt's your refrain, Keeps returning, as I remain With all the memories and blue champagne To toast the dream that was you I'm bluer than blue champagne |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Man-T-Ra! Live In Tokyo [live] (1996)
3 AM
Nowhere else to go It's 3 AM and I miss you so Couples are departing soon they'll all be gone Now another day is starting Still I linger on withBlue Champagne Purple shadows and blue champagne With the echoes that still remain I keep a blue rendezvousBubbles rise Like a fountain before my eyes And they suddenly crystallize To form a vision of youAll the plans we started, all the songs we sang Each little dream we knew Seems to overtake me Like a boomerang Blue is the sparkle, gone is the tangIt's your refrain, Keeps returning, as I remain With all the memories and blue champagne To toast the dream that was you I'm bluer than blue champagne |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Offbeat Of Avenues (1991)
Hot to trot shot,
out to the hot spot Up to the nines with bodies in line an' feelin' so fine What's to lose, go get em shoesYou take a train, you find a fascinatin' rhythm in the rain At every stop, you hear the clippin' and the clopYou take a beat, you find a fascinatin' rhythm in your feet It's so complete and you know nothin' can compete(You ain't seen nothin', you ain't seen nothin' - yet!)You start to palpitate and the jeep is shakin' the snake Like a man upon the move for a doll who doesn't hesitate Bad John You hear the sound of a sad songAnd when the downtown folk all shake it on out tonite Jeep is jake and rakin' in the take Bad John You are back where you belongShe's such a sight tonite (Hello) A Caribana with a fan a top banana in a blue savanna moon A neck in neck You tell her darlin' get the check you're all electric Up in Harlem in a swoon Another dance with a with a tropical fan Another chance with the topical tanMean swimmin' saxophones Takin' in the wimmin' and shakin' them bones The goat get in the fete begin Naughty in the body and set for sin A Creole girl step up and say "never say never" with a casual sway Takin' her time to come my way Bad John You are back where you belongAll reet I'm tippin' in, deed I do And while the goat is on the fire and every note is your desire You approve her every move You in a spin (Come on in) She wanna grab you by the duff and tell you Honey this is tough enough for sure There's the door, what are you waiting for? And just us two, Serenading in BlueYou take a frail who makes a copesetic caper with her tail I'm tellin' you, she really puttin' on a doThe saxophones, you can't relax when there is rhythm in your bones You're on the hoof, you raise a racket on the roofSome syncopation, makin' with the eyes an arisin' occasion Made it in the shade the way they played that satin Serenade in Blue |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Offbeat Of Avenues (1991)
Adios mi Corazon Iberia
Adios mi Corazon adios Adios, adios Iberia Adios, adios IberiaAdios my Pablo You know how much we'll miss you when you finally leave us Vaya con DiosOver the water came a brother driven mad Puttin' forth a heathen horde on his people To blacken human spirit'll make the devil glad -- glad Things like that will make the devil glad Make the devil so glad You fight your brother Tryin' t' fight your brother drives you mad And madness blinds you PabloMi Pais, mi Catalonia -- When? When you comin' home? When you comin' home? Well, my heart is near home ever home None play our music None paint our pictures None make our spirit glow My body's leaving but not me Your face we will see On the day that we're free So go -- Pablo When danger threatens I must fleeThe darkness comes with a roll of the drumsDark! Dark!All the people work Yet there is no pay No pay -- low pay All the people work Yet the children hunger on, PabloHear me say Madre, mi Madre The everlasting light of art Will ever shine As long as I'm away from home The devil strikes without warning Turn life's wheel aroun' Black is white, wrong is right, up is downLife is heavy 'neath these new Conquistadores Los Conquistadores acted nice while at home Madre Mi Madre Mi Padre I know that you're the music and the beauty All I ever do Is to keep the lamp of beauty burning bright to keep it alive Keep the light alive To keep the light alive Keep the light alive That's a light s' gotta liveAll the people work All the people pray We miss you All the people pray For your safe returning (oh Pablo) Will you, will you, will you, will you, will you please Cast an eye overseas, over there, over there Over there around the Hispaniolas -- si Cuba Hombre Cubano, el comprende como sta? Adios, mi Corazon, Iberia Adios, o' little sons of Iberia Adios, Adios, Adios Adios |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Extensions (1988)
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was; Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good Some people knew him by the Bean But Hawkins was his nameHe sure could swing and play pretty too Sounds good to me -- should sound good to you I love to hear him playing Body and Soul Very pleasing to the earWhen I first heard it on the record I just stopped-- right there, Sounded like a band of angels in the sky, And I have never ever heard a sweeter tone I fact I pay no 'ttention to the saxophone 'Til Coleman Hawkins came along and spoke to everyone -- Saying better listen won't you hear me, While I play for you --Sometimes it's hot Then again it's blue My soul just seems to wander, Pleasing each and everyone -- It's what I've long been craving forThe doors have not been always open, But I am trying to please you. Please don't stop me. Hope you like it folksAnd then he started cookin' -- Everytime he played Some melodic melody fast or slow You could tell that it was Hawkins --No other one ever has Quite captured his tone Just he alone -- Has the sound that penetrates It will sure go right through you Yes it will -- And every gives you just another thrillThen along came Eddie Jefferson He sang the melody like Hawkins played it He sang it true He sang it blue Made words for it tooAll his fans in New York loved him There's no one above him Here in the USA I've heard 'em say ol' Eddie was the manOh how he could sing Man did he swing Sang on the wing, did his own thing Yes he didThroughout the country -- Music lovers are still wiggin' on Eddie's singin' All around the world -- he is known Rhythm was his special joy -- He swung it like a hornHe must have been born to be a singer 'Cause his lyrics were so sincere and true Funny sad or blue Oh yeah!And we've got to remind you Many years it took him Singing every day to achieve his first claim to fameHe was twenty years ahead of his time And he knew it But he kept right on-a singing He went all around the world making rhythm 'Cause music sure was in him and he knew it wasSang with Moody and Richie Cole He could sing it just like Bird But his forte was the words he wrote to Music that he sangSo he sang, and he sang And he sang his words so clever And I know they'll silence him never 'Cause he cut this masterpieceAnd now we're trying to sing it for you Hope the Bean and Eddie both would still approve There we go We didn't mean to reminisce You can surely bet That we won't forget 'Cause we hear them yet Goodbye |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Man-T-Ra! Live In Tokyo [live] (1996)
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was; Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good Some people knew him by the Bean But Hawkins was his nameHe sure could swing and play pretty too Sounds good to me -- should sound good to you I love to hear him playing Body and Soul Very pleasing to the earWhen I first heard it on the record I just stopped-- right there, Sounded like a band of angels in the sky, And I have never ever heard a sweeter tone I fact I pay no 'ttention to the saxophone 'Til Coleman Hawkins came along and spoke to everyone -- Saying better listen won't you hear me, While I play for you --Sometimes it's hot Then again it's blue My soul just seems to wander, Pleasing each and everyone -- It's what I've long been craving forThe doors have not been always open, But I am trying to please you. Please don't stop me. Hope you like it folksAnd then he started cookin' -- Everytime he played Some melodic melody fast or slow You could tell that it was Hawkins --No other one ever has Quite captured his tone Just he alone -- Has the sound that penetrates It will sure go right through you Yes it will -- And every gives you just another thrillThen along came Eddie Jefferson He sang the melody like Hawkins played it He sang it true He sang it blue Made words for it tooAll his fans in New York loved him There's no one above him Here in the USA I've heard 'em say ol' Eddie was the manOh how he could sing Man did he swing Sang on the wing, did his own thing Yes he didThroughout the country -- Music lovers are still wiggin' on Eddie's singin' All around the world -- he is known Rhythm was his special joy -- He swung it like a hornHe must have been born to be a singer 'Cause his lyrics were so sincere and true Funny sad or blue Oh yeah!And we've got to remind you Many years it took him Singing every day to achieve his first claim to fameHe was twenty years ahead of his time And he knew it But he kept right on-a singing He went all around the world making rhythm 'Cause music sure was in him and he knew it wasSang with Moody and Richie Cole He could sing it just like Bird But his forte was the words he wrote to Music that he sangSo he sang, and he sang And he sang his words so clever And I know they'll silence him never 'Cause he cut this masterpieceAnd now we're trying to sing it for you Hope the Bean and Eddie both would still approve There we go We didn't mean to reminisce You can surely bet That we won't forget 'Cause we hear them yet Goodbye |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer Anthology - Down In Birdland (2005)
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was; Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good Some people knew him by the Bean But Hawkins was his nameHe sure could swing and play pretty too Sounds good to me -- should sound good to you I love to hear him playing Body and Soul Very pleasing to the earWhen I first heard it on the record I just stopped-- right there, Sounded like a band of angels in the sky, And I have never ever heard a sweeter tone I fact I pay no 'ttention to the saxophone 'Til Coleman Hawkins came along and spoke to everyone -- Saying better listen won't you hear me, While I play for you --Sometimes it's hot Then again it's blue My soul just seems to wander, Pleasing each and everyone -- It's what I've long been craving forThe doors have not been always open, But I am trying to please you. Please don't stop me. Hope you like it folksAnd then he started cookin' -- Everytime he played Some melodic melody fast or slow You could tell that it was Hawkins --No other one ever has Quite captured his tone Just he alone -- Has the sound that penetrates It will sure go right through you Yes it will -- And every gives you just another thrillThen along came Eddie Jefferson He sang the melody like Hawkins played it He sang it true He sang it blue Made words for it tooAll his fans in New York loved him There's no one above him Here in the USA I've heard 'em say ol' Eddie was the manOh how he could sing Man did he swing Sang on the wing, did his own thing Yes he didThroughout the country -- Music lovers are still wiggin' on Eddie's singin' All around the world -- he is known Rhythm was his special joy -- He swung it like a hornHe must have been born to be a singer 'Cause his lyrics were so sincere and true Funny sad or blue Oh yeah!And we've got to remind you Many years it took him Singing every day to achieve his first claim to fameHe was twenty years ahead of his time And he knew it But he kept right on-a singing He went all around the world making rhythm 'Cause music sure was in him and he knew it wasSang with Moody and Richie Cole He could sing it just like Bird But his forte was the words he wrote to Music that he sangSo he sang, and he sang And he sang his words so clever And I know they'll silence him never 'Cause he cut this masterpieceAnd now we're trying to sing it for you Hope the Bean and Eddie both would still approve There we go We didn't mean to reminisce You can surely bet That we won't forget 'Cause we hear them yet Goodbye |
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from Grammy Winning Collection Vol. 3 (0000)
Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty
Tell us about the boy from New York City Ooo wah, ooo wah c'mon kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City He's kind of tall He's really fine Some day I hope to make him mine, all mine And he's neat And oh so sweet And just the way he looked at me He swept me off my feet Ooo whee, you ought to come and see How he walks And how he talks Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City He's really down And he's no clown He has the finest penthouse I've ever seen in town And he's cute In his mohair suit And he keeps his pockets full of spending loot Ooo whee, say you ought to come and see His dueling scar And brand new car Every time he says he loves me Chills run down my spine Every time he wants to kiss me He makes me feel so fine Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City Well he can dance (He can dance, take a chance with a little ro-) And make romance (mance baby, cause he's a looker) That's when I feel in love With just one glance (He's sweet talking and cool) He was shy And so was I And now I know I'll never, ever say goodbye Ooo whee, say you ought to come and see He's the most From coast to coast Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City Ooo wah, ooo wah c'mon kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Mecca For Moderns (1981)
Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty
Tell us about the boy from New York City Ooo wah, ooo wah c'mon kitty Tell us about the boy from New York CityHe's kind of tall He's really fine Some day I hope to make him mine, all mine And he's neat And oh so sweet And just the way he looked at me He swept me off my feet Ooo whee, you ought to come and see How he walks And how he talksOoo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty Tell us about the boy from New York CityHe's really down And he's no clown He has the finest penthouse I've ever seen in town And he's cute In his mohair suit And he keeps his pockets full of spending loot Ooo whee, say you ought to come and see His dueling scar And brand new carEvery time he says he loves me Chills run down my spine Every time he wants to kiss me He makes me feel so fine Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty Tell us about the boy from New York CityWell he can dance (He can dance, take a chance with a little ro-) And make romance (mance baby, cause he's a looker) That's when I feel in love With just one glance (He's sweet talking and cool)He was shy And so was I And now I know I'll never, ever say goodbye Ooo whee, say you ought to come and see He's the most From coast to coastOoo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City Ooo wah, ooo wah c'mon kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Man-T-Ra! Live In Tokyo [live] (1996)
Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty
Tell us about the boy from New York City Ooo wah, ooo wah c'mon kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City He's kind of tall He's really fine Some day I hope to make him mine, all mine And he's neat And oh so sweet And just the way he looked at me He swept me off my feet Ooo whee, you ought to come and see How he walks And how he talks Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City He's really down And he's no clown He has the finest penthouse I've ever seen in town And he's cute In his mohair suit And he keeps his pockets full of spending loot Ooo whee, say you ought to come and see His dueling scar And brand new car Every time he says he loves me Chills run down my spine Every time he wants to kiss me He makes me feel so fine Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City Well he can dance (He can dance, take a chance with a little ro-) And make romance (mance baby, cause he's a looker) That's when I feel in love With just one glance (He's sweet talking and cool) He was shy And so was I And now I know I'll never, ever say goodbye Ooo whee, say you ought to come and see He's the most From coast to coast Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City Ooo wah, ooo wah c'mon kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City |
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from New 논스톱 III (뉴논스톱 III) [ost] (2003)
Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty
Tell us about the boy from New York City Ooo wah, ooo wah c'mon kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City He's kind of tall He's really fine Some day I hope to make him mine, all mine And he's neat And oh so sweet And just the way he looked at me He swept me off my feet Ooo whee, you ought to come and see How he walks And how he talks Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City He's really down And he's no clown He has the finest penthouse I've ever seen in town And he's cute In his mohair suit And he keeps his pockets full of spending loot Ooo whee, say you ought to come and see His dueling scar And brand new car Every time he says he loves me Chills run down my spine Every time he wants to kiss me He makes me feel so fine Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City Well he can dance (He can dance, take a chance with a little ro-) And make romance (mance baby, cause he's a looker) That's when I feel in love With just one glance (He's sweet talking and cool) He was shy And so was I And now I know I'll never, ever say goodbye Ooo whee, say you ought to come and see He's the most From coast to coast Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City Ooo wah, ooo wah c'mon kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer Anthology - Down In Birdland (2005)
Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty
Tell us about the boy from New York City Ooo wah, ooo wah c'mon kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City He's kind of tall He's really fine Some day I hope to make him mine, all mine And he's neat And oh so sweet And just the way he looked at me He swept me off my feet Ooo whee, you ought to come and see How he walks And how he talks Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City He's really down And he's no clown He has the finest penthouse I've ever seen in town And he's cute In his mohair suit And he keeps his pockets full of spending loot Ooo whee, say you ought to come and see His dueling scar And brand new car Every time he says he loves me Chills run down my spine Every time he wants to kiss me He makes me feel so fine Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City Well he can dance (He can dance, take a chance with a little ro-) And make romance (mance baby, cause he's a looker) That's when I feel in love With just one glance (He's sweet talking and cool) He was shy And so was I And now I know I'll never, ever say goodbye Ooo whee, say you ought to come and see He's the most From coast to coast Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City Ooo wah, ooo wah c'mon kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Rhino Hi-Five: The Manhattan Transfer (2006)
Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty
Tell us about the boy from New York City Ooo wah, ooo wah c'mon kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City He's kind of tall He's really fine Some day I hope to make him mine, all mine And he's neat And oh so sweet And just the way he looked at me He swept me off my feet Ooo whee, you ought to come and see How he walks And how he talks Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City He's really down And he's no clown He has the finest penthouse I've ever seen in town And he's cute In his mohair suit And he keeps his pockets full of spending loot Ooo whee, say you ought to come and see His dueling scar And brand new car Every time he says he loves me Chills run down my spine Every time he wants to kiss me He makes me feel so fine Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City Well he can dance (He can dance, take a chance with a little ro-) And make romance (mance baby, cause he's a looker) That's when I feel in love With just one glance (He's sweet talking and cool) He was shy And so was I And now I know I'll never, ever say goodbye Ooo whee, say you ought to come and see He's the most From coast to coast Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City Ooo wah, ooo wah c'mon kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City |
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from City Jazz 3 (2010)
Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty
Tell us about the boy from New York City Ooo wah, ooo wah c'mon kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City He's kind of tall He's really fine Some day I hope to make him mine, all mine And he's neat And oh so sweet And just the way he looked at me He swept me off my feet Ooo whee, you ought to come and see How he walks And how he talks Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City He's really down And he's no clown He has the finest penthouse I've ever seen in town And he's cute In his mohair suit And he keeps his pockets full of spending loot Ooo whee, say you ought to come and see His dueling scar And brand new car Every time he says he loves me Chills run down my spine Every time he wants to kiss me He makes me feel so fine Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City Well he can dance (He can dance, take a chance with a little ro-) And make romance (mance baby, cause he's a looker) That's when I feel in love With just one glance (He's sweet talking and cool) He was shy And so was I And now I know I'll never, ever say goodbye Ooo whee, say you ought to come and see He's the most From coast to coast Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City Ooo wah, ooo wah c'mon kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer (1987)
Candy
I call my sugar Candy Because I'm sweet on Candy and Candy's sweet on meShe understands me My understanding Candy And Candy's always handy When I need sympathyYou wish that there were four of her So I could love much more of her She has taken your complete heart Got a sweet tooth for my sweetheartCandy It's gonna be just dandy The day I take my Candy And make her mine, all mineCandy I call my sugar Candy Because I'm sweet, so sweet on Candy And Candy's sweet on meYou wish that there were four of him Oh how I could love much more of him He has taken your complete heart You got a sweet tooth for your sweetheartCandy It's gonna be just dandy The day I take my candy Gee how the sun will shineOn the day my Candy On the day my Candy On the day my Candy's mine |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer Anthology - Down In Birdland (2005)
Candy
I call my sugar Candy Because I'm sweet on Candy and Candy's sweet on meShe understands me My understanding Candy And Candy's always handy When I need sympathyYou wish that there were four of her So I could love much more of her She has taken your complete heart Got a sweet tooth for my sweetheartCandy It's gonna be just dandy The day I take my Candy And make her mine, all mineCandy I call my sugar Candy Because I'm sweet, so sweet on Candy And Candy's sweet on meYou wish that there were four of him Oh how I could love much more of him He has taken your complete heart You got a sweet tooth for your sweetheartCandy It's gonna be just dandy The day I take my candy Gee how the sun will shineOn the day my Candy On the day my Candy On the day my Candy's mine |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Symphony Sessions (2006)
Candy
I call my sugar Candy Because I'm sweet on Candy and Candy's sweet on meShe understands me My understanding Candy And Candy's always handy When I need sympathyYou wish that there were four of her So I could love much more of her She has taken your complete heart Got a sweet tooth for my sweetheartCandy It's gonna be just dandy The day I take my Candy And make her mine, all mineCandy I call my sugar Candy Because I'm sweet, so sweet on Candy And Candy's sweet on meYou wish that there were four of him Oh how I could love much more of him He has taken your complete heart You got a sweet tooth for your sweetheartCandy It's gonna be just dandy The day I take my candy Gee how the sun will shineOn the day my Candy On the day my Candy On the day my Candy's mine |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Brasil (1987)
Capim do vale Vara de goiabeira Na beira do rio Paro para me benzer Mae d'agua sai um pouquinho Desse seu leito-ninho Que eu tenho um carinho Par lhe fazer Pinheiros do parana Que bom te-los Como areia no mar Mangas do para Pitombeiras da borborema A ema gemeu No tronco do jurema Cacique perdeu Mas lutou que eu vi Jari nao e deus Mas acham que sim Que fim levou o amor Plantel um pe de fulo Deu capim |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer Anthology - Down In Birdland (2005)
Capim do vale
Vara de goiabeira Na beira do rio Paro para me benzer Mae d'agua sai um pouquinho Desse seu leito-ninho Que eu tenho um carinho Par lhe fazer Pinheiros do parana Que bom te-los Como areia no mar Mangas do para Pitombeiras da borborema A ema gemeu No tronco do jurema Cacique perdeu Mas lutou que eu vi Jari nao e deus Mas acham que sim Que fim levou o amor Plantel um pe de fulo Deu capim |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Christmas Album (1992)
Caroling, caroling now we go
Christmas bells are ringing Caroling, caroling through the snow Christmas bells are ringing Joyous voices sweet and clear Sing the sound of heart to cheer Ding dong, ding dong Christmas bells are ringing Caroling, caroling through the town Christmas bells are ringing Caroling, caroling up and down Christmas bells are ringing Mark ye well the song we sing Gladsome tidings now we bring Ding dong, ding dong Christmas bells are ringing Caroling, caroling near and far Christmas bells are ringing Following, following yonder star Christmas bells are ringing Sing we now this happy morn For the King of heaven is born Ding dong, ding dong Christmas bells are ringing Ding dong, ding dong Christmas bells are ringing |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Coming Out (1976)
Chanson d'amour, ra da da da da,play encore. Here in my heart, rada da da da, more and more. Chansond'amour, ra da da da da, je t'adore. Eachtime I hear, ra da da da da, Chanson,chanson, d'amour. Rada da da da Ra da dada da Chanson d'amour, ra da dada da, je t'adore. Each time I hear,ra da da da da, Chanson, chanson,d'amour. Every time I hear Chanson,chanson, d'amour. |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Coming Out (1976)
Chanson d'amour, ra da da da da, play encore.
Here in my heart, ra da da da da, more and more. Chanson d'amour, ra da da da da, je t'adore. Each time I hear, ra da da da da, Chanson, chanson, d'amour. (Sax solo) Ra da da da da (Sax solo) Ra da da da da Chanson d'amour, ra da da da da, je t'adore. Each time I hear, ra da da da da, Chanson, chanson, d'amour. Every time I hear Chanson, chanson, d'amour. |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer Anthology - Down In Birdland (2005)
Chanson d'amour, ra da da da da,play encore. Here in my heart, rada da da da, more and more. Chansond'amour, ra da da da da, je t'adore. Eachtime I hear, ra da da da da, Chanson,chanson, d'amour.
Rada da da da Ra da dada da Chanson d'amour, ra da dada da, je t'adore. Each time I hear,ra da da da da, Chanson, chanson,d'amour. Every time I hear Chanson,chanson, d'amour. |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Swing (1997)
I'm headin' for the station with a pack on my back
I'm tired of transportation in the back of a hack I love to hear the rhythm of the clickety clack And hear the lonesome whistle See the smoke from the stack And pal around with democratic fellows named "Mac" So, take me right back to the track, Jack!Choo-Choo Choo-Choo Ch-Boo-gie Woo-woo, Woo-woo Ch' Boogie Choo-Choo Choo-Choo-Ch-Boo-gie Take me right back to the track, Jack!You reach your destination but alas and alack You need some compensation to get back in the black You take a mornin' paper from the top of the stack And read the situations from the front to the back The only job that's open needs a man with a knack So, put it right back in the rack, Jack!Choo-Choo Choo-Choo Ch-Boo-gie Woo-woo, Woo-woo Ch' Boogie Choo-Choo Choo-Choo Ch-Boo-gie Take me right back to the track, Jack!Gonna settle down by the railroad track And live the life o'Riley in a beaten down shack So when I hear a whistle I can peep thru the crack And watch the train a rollin' when it's ballin-the-jack For I just love the rhythm of the clickety clack So take me right back to the track, Jack!Choo-Choo Choo-Choo Ch-Boo-gie Woo-woo, Woo-woo Ch' Boogie Choo-Choo Choo-Choo-Ch-Boo-gie Take me right back to the track, Jack! last |
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from A League Of Their Own (그들만의 리그) by Hans Zimmer [ost] (1992)
I'm headin' for the station with a pack on my back
I'm tired of transportation in the back of a hack I love to hear the rhythm of the clickety clack And hear the lonesome whistle See the smoke from the stack And pal around with democratic fellows named "Mac" So, take me right back to the track, Jack!Choo-Choo Choo-Choo Ch-Boo-gie Woo-woo, Woo-woo Ch' Boogie Choo-Choo Choo-Choo-Ch-Boo-gie Take me right back to the track, Jack!You reach your destination but alas and alack You need some compensation to get back in the black You take a mornin' paper from the top of the stack And read the situations from the front to the back The only job that's open needs a man with a knack So, put it right back in the rack, Jack!Choo-Choo Choo-Choo Ch-Boo-gie Woo-woo, Woo-woo Ch' Boogie Choo-Choo Choo-Choo Ch-Boo-gie Take me right back to the track, Jack!Gonna settle down by the railroad track And live the life o'Riley in a beaten down shack So when I hear a whistle I can peep thru the crack And watch the train a rollin' when it's ballin-the-jack For I just love the rhythm of the clickety clack So take me right back to the track, Jack!Choo-Choo Choo-Choo Ch-Boo-gie Woo-woo, Woo-woo Ch' Boogie Choo-Choo Choo-Choo-Ch-Boo-gie Take me right back to the track, Jack! last |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer (1987)
We've been good friends so very long
Oh but now I'm feelin' something much more strong You make me feel so good When you move like you should Ooh, what I'm thinking can't be wrongI always knew that it was true That there was rhythm deep inside of you Now I can't wait no more To get you on that floor And that's not all that we can do AND BACKGROUND Clap your hands (You got to clap your hands now) Background s Clap your hands (You got to clap your hands) Ooh, clap your hands, baby Clap your handsI see it in the way you dance That you are looking, looking for romance I'll give you such a thrill, you'll never get your fill If you just give me half a chance and backgroundYou got to clap your hands now, You got to clap your hands Oooh, ooh, oh yeah You got to clap your hands now, You got to clap your hands and background to fade |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Swing (1997)
See the white and fluffy clouds
Adore the sun As he shines his light On each and every one Still, those clouds can hide his light Till the day becomes like night So my light heart would darken too If I ever lost you As the clouds begin to shed Their tears of rain So my aching heart would Shed its tears of pain Till that happy moment when Darkened clouds roll by and then White and fluffy clouds Adore the sun once again Cheryl's Solo: When I was young I'd long to touch a cloud On my back on a bed of green I'd contemplate the cloud scene They would form themselves into a lot o' different kinds o' pictures Of the kind that pre-existed in my mind Paintin' the kind o' scene That I never saw on a wide screen Look! Ain't that Moses on the mount! There! Monte Christo an' a gallant count! Four white horses and a coach Proceeding madly to approach the sunlit castle of his majesty the king Isn't that a flying saucer and a pilgrim out of Chaucer going by? They're all right there in a cloud Standing tall and proud How thrilling to see! A panorama that will never end like the movies do "Cause they're yours alone an' under your direction How'd y'like the movie that was showin' t'day? An' what a cast! An' not only the casting but a story full of glory everlasting the errant, fluffy clouds doing everything they have always done Like adore the sun Come out an' do their thing again Stephane Grappelli/Stochelo Rosenberg Solo See the white, fluffy clouds adore the sun As he shines his light on each and every one White and fluffy clouds adore the sun Once again. |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Symphony Sessions (2006)
See the white and fluffy clouds
Adore the sun As he shines his light On each and every one Still, those clouds can hide his light Till the day becomes like night So my light heart would darken too If I ever lost youAs the clouds begin to shed Their tears of rain So my aching heart would Shed its tears of pain Till that happy moment when Darkened clouds roll by and then White and fluffy clouds Adore the sun once againCheryl's Solo: When I was young I'd long to touch a cloud On my back on a bed of green I'd contemplate the cloud scene They would form themselves into a lot o' different kinds o' pictures Of the kind that pre-existed in my mind Paintin' the kind o' scene That I never saw on a wide screen Look! Ain't that Moses on the mount! There! Monte Christo an' a gallant count! Four white horses and a coach Proceeding madly to approach the sunlit castle of his majesty the kingIsn't that a flying saucer and a pilgrim out of Chaucer going by? They're all right there in a cloud Standing tall and proud How thrilling to see! A panorama that will never end like the movies do "Cause they're yours alone an' under your direction How'd y'like the movie that was showin' t'day? An' what a cast! An' not only the casting but a story full of glory everlasting the errant, fluffy clouds doing everything they have always done Like adore the sun Come out an' do their thing againStephane Grappelli/Stochelo Rosenberg Solo See the white, fluffy clouds adore the sun As he shines his light on each and every one White and fluffy clouds adore the sun Once again. |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Swing (1997)
See the white and fluffy clouds
Adore the sun As he shines his light On each and every one Still, those clouds can hide his light Till the day becomes like night So my light heart would darken too If I ever lost youAs the clouds begin to shed Their tears of rain So my aching heart would Shed its tears of pain Till that happy moment when Darkened clouds roll by and then White and fluffy clouds Adore the sun once againCheryl's Solo: When I was young I'd long to touch a cloud On my back on a bed of green I'd contemplate the cloud scene They would form themselves into a lot o' different kinds o' pictures Of the kind that pre-existed in my mind Paintin' the kind o' scene That I never saw on a wide screen Look! Ain't that Moses on the mount! There! Monte Christo an' a gallant count! Four white horses and a coach Proceeding madly to approach the sunlit castle of his majesty the kingIsn't that a flying saucer and a pilgrim out of Chaucer going by? They're all right there in a cloud Standing tall and proud How thrilling to see! A panorama that will never end like the movies do "Cause they're yours alone an' under your direction How'd y'like the movie that was showin' t'day? An' what a cast! An' not only the casting but a story full of glory everlasting the errant, fluffy clouds doing everything they have always done Like adore the sun Come out an' do their thing againStephane Grappelli/Stochelo Rosenberg Solo See the white, fluffy clouds adore the sun As he shines his light on each and every one White and fluffy clouds adore the sun Once again. |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Bodies And Souls (1983)
There's an infinity of ways
And just as many people striving for them, oh Who's to say what is wrong or right Only we can judge what lies within us It's our code of lifeSo much is counting on what we say So many virtues that we must weigh Where's the light we long for love must find a way And all things in their time will follow, oh....It's like a wave of honor in motion, floating away, It's like an overwhelming emotion, one and the same If we take the time to find it We can help define a way unchartedCode of ethics, feel it Stand, be counted Life is only what we make it So don't fake it Just make it rightLike a visionary's dream There's a cry for truth we need to know Is it life or a novel's theme Underlying codes we'd live or die for It's a mysteryViolence is growing, it's in the air People are starving while others stare Where's the light we long for?Love must find a way And all things in their time will follow - oh If we take the time to find it We can help define a way unchartedCode of ethics, feel it Stand, be counted Life is only what we make it So don't fake it Just make it rightCode of ethics, live it Stand, be counted Life is only what we make it So don't fake it Just make it right |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Offbeat Of Avenues (1991)
After the crash when you're
strolling thru the ruins alone Pick up the phone When you feel twisted, honey, I'm listed Confide in me, confide in meGot no degree But I'm strong on tears and careless hearts, brave new starts You know I'm a big fan and I got a program If you'll just confide in meWe'll sit in my kitchen babe, Drink lotsa coffee babe You'll begin just where you left off And you can tell how high you flew and how you fell And I'll make your landing softMy place is cute And it's kind of comfortable in a storm, safe and warm We'll throw open the nighttime and let in the sunshine If you'll just confide in me, just confide in meYes I'm strong on careless hearts I'm strong on brave new starts Confide in me, I'll hold your hand Confide in me, I'll understand You say you've slipped, made a mistake Confide in me, for goodness sakes |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Extensions (1988)
Coo Coo U I think you're coo coo, coo coo u
How did you get so coo coo -- how did you?They say it's a fact that your head is cracked (I think that you are loco) You have blown your stack you're a maniac (I think that you are loco) I just heard the news that you blew a fuse (I think that you are loco) You're a paranoid and your head's a void (I think that you are loco)(Look In The Mirror) You are in a fog since you slipped a cog (I think that you are loco) They will set you free with lobotomy (I think that you are loco) Your cerebral vault has a single fault (I think that you are loco) It is quite well known you've become a clone (I think that you are loco)Coo Coo U I think you're coo coo, coo coo u How did you get so coo coo - how did you?(What's on the news?) Seen any good games shows lately? I like the news. I like game shows!Psychoneurasthenic too much T.V. |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Spirit Of St. Louis (2000)
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
And miss it each night and day I know I'm not wrong... this feeling's gettin' stronger The longer, I stay away Miss them moss covered vines...the tall sugar pines Where mockin' birds used to sing And I'd like to see that lazy Mississippi...hurryin' into spring The moonlight on the bayou.......a Creole tune.... that fills the air I dream... about Magnolias in bloom......and I'm wishin' I was there Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans When that's where you left your heart And there's one thing more...I miss the one I care for More than I miss New Orleans (instrumental break) The moonlight on the bayou.......a Creole tune.... that fills the air I dream... about Magnolias in bloom......and I'm wishin' I was there Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans When that's where you left your heart And there's one thing more...I miss the one I care for More.....more than I miss.......New Orleans |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Sugar (2000)
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
And miss it each night and day I know I'm not wrong... this feeling's gettin' stronger The longer, I stay away Miss them moss covered vines...the tall sugar pines Where mockin' birds used to sing And I'd like to see that lazy Mississippi...hurryin' into springThe moonlight on the bayou.......a Creole tune.... that fills the air I dream... about Magnolias in bloom......and I'm wishin' I was thereDo you know what it means to miss New Orleans When that's where you left your heart And there's one thing more...I miss the one I care for More than I miss New Orleans The moonlight on the bayou.......a Creole tune.... that fills the air I dream... about Magnolias in bloom......and I'm wishin' I was thereDo you know what it means to miss New Orleans When that's where you left your heart And there's one thing more...I miss the one I care for More.....more than I miss.......New Orleans |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Coming Out (1976)
Hear that whistle, it's ten o'clock (Don't let go, don't let go)
Come on baby, it's time to rock (Don't let go, don't let go) I'm so happy I got you here (Don't let go, don't let go) Keeps me grinnin' from ear to ear (Don't let go, don't let go)Oooh wee Mmm, this feelin's killin' me Aw shucks Well, I wouldn't stop for a million bucks I love you so Just hold me tight and don't let goThunder, lightnin', wind and rain (Don't let go, don't let go) Love is poundin' inside my brain, oh baby (Don't let go, don't let go) I'm so eager I'm nearly dyin' (Don't let go, don't let go) You been keepin' your lips from mine (Don't let go, don't let go)Oooh wee Oh, this feelin's killin' me Aw shucks Well, you know I wouldn't stop it for a million bucks I love you so Just hold me tight and don't let goHound dog walkin' upside the hill (yeah) (Don't let go, don't let go) Love is draggin him through the mill, oh baby (Don't let go, don't let go) If it wasn't for havin' you (Don't let go, don't let go) I'd be bitin' and barkin' too (Don't let go, don't let go)Hey yeah -- Oooh wee OOH! This feelin's killin' me Aw shucks You know I wouldn't stop for a million bucks I love you so Just hold me tight and don't let goOne day baby you'll quit me yet (Don't let go, don't let go) Hey, hey I'd be cryin and soakin wet (oh baby) (Don't let go, don't let go) (Oh don't you know) Baddest thing in the whole wide world (yeah) (Don't let go, don't let go) If your lips kiss another girl (Don't let go, don't let go)Hey, hey yeah -- Oooh wee Oh, this feelin's killin' me Aw shucks You know I wouldn't stop for a million bucks I love you so Just hold me tight Hey baby, just hold me tight (Don't let go, don't let go) until end Baby baby just hold me tight Well-a wella-a hold me tight Yeah hold me tight Hey hold me tight and don't let go Hold me tight Wont you baby just hold me tight Hey baby won't ya hold me tight Hey hold me tight and don't let go Don't let go, oh don't let go Don't let go, oh, don't let go Hey, hey don't let go(Fade out to end) |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Bodies And Souls (1983)
Saints and sinners, come one, come all
(Have a little revival) Losers, winners, answer my call "Cause right now the tent's up (Really it is) The word's out - (Truly, it is) An' has been since the dawn (Hear me tell ya) The call's out (Really it is) An' we're 'bout (Tendin' t'biz) To git this meetin' on - Hear me tellin' you Brothers n' sisters who want to repent (That's right!) You'll find what you've been lookin' for right here in the tentCheryl's solo: Lend an ear an' you'll see "Cause when it comes t' needin' savin' ain' nobody knows it better than me I was so low that I know that only a miracle like this is the only way t' heavenly blissIt's really the truth, Lawdy, I know it I know it 'cuz I been taken through it Now the spirits in me an' allowed the Lord t'win me, I can testify to itSweet, sweet the angel's song Sweet the feelin' I been searchin' for for ever so long I never again imagine livin' life like I was livin' when I lived wrongGit ready (Sing) Here they come! the choir's all set Be steady (Pray) See the people fillin' them pews Be willin' (All) To announce without a regret It's thrillin'! (Day) Tell the world the wonderful newsFolks are troopin' in from far 'n near f' news that they can hardly wait to hear They're nearly starved 'cause they're waitin' for food for the soul, yeahStarved 'cause they're waitin' for what will not grow oldPreacher's openin' up the book He's gonna pause awhile an' take a look 'n then he'll start tellin' everyone 'jes how t' do, yeahStart tellin' everyone jus' what's true, yeahSister Emmy Lou done gone t' shoutin' an jumpin' 'cause she feels the spirit the congregation's stompin' it's feet an' everybody's movin' outta their seat They really gonna get this meetin' on An' praise the Lord until the dawn(Yeah) - Hear that preacher spread the word (Hear that Preacher) 'cause its the greatest word you ever heard He's our teacher When he says "I'm callin' sinners right now you hear? I'm callin' sinners right to me" When ol' Satan grabs your soul When he grabs you It takes the Lord's true word to break his hold, Trouble nabs you So I say, "You got to listen mostly to me. You got to listen closely."Don't let the devil catch y' nappin' Gotta' keep the vigil every minute or the devil surely git you"Watch your step 'n how you act Watch what you do Mister Scratch is here, an' that's a fact He wants you too If anyone can stop him, I can That's why I'm the Preacher Man"We hear the word We hear your voice We know there really isn't any other choiceHead f'heaven t'day (We're on the gospel train) We can show you the way (Relieve all strain) Leave your cares and your woes (Yes!) Heaven knows (Yes!) Y' dodge that devil in his fine fancy clothes (Yes!) Come git aboard (We still got space) Hear the word of the Lord (We saved your place) Save your soul while y'can (Yes!) Sinner man (Yes!) Git on as fast as you can You've heard the sermon sublime Down South Camp Meetin' time! |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Swing (1997)
Saints and sinners, come one, come all
(Have a little revival) Losers, winners, answer my call "Cause right now the tent's up (Really it is) The word's out - (Truly, it is) An' has been since the dawn (Hear me tell ya) The call's out (Really it is) An' we're 'bout (Tendin' t'biz) To git this meetin' on - Hear me tellin' you Brothers n' sisters who want to repent (That's right!) You'll find what you've been lookin' for right here in the tentCheryl's solo: Lend an ear an' you'll see "Cause when it comes t' needin' savin' ain' nobody knows it better than me I was so low that I know that only a miracle like this is the only way t' heavenly blissIt's really the truth, Lawdy, I know it I know it 'cuz I been taken through it Now the spirits in me an' allowed the Lord t'win me, I can testify to itSweet, sweet the angel's song Sweet the feelin' I been searchin' for for ever so long I never again imagine livin' life like I was livin' when I lived wrongGit ready (Sing) Here they come! the choir's all set Be steady (Pray) See the people fillin' them pews Be willin' (All) To announce without a regret It's thrillin'! (Day) Tell the world the wonderful newsFolks are troopin' in from far 'n near f' news that they can hardly wait to hear They're nearly starved 'cause they're waitin' for food for the soul, yeahStarved 'cause they're waitin' for what will not grow oldPreacher's openin' up the book He's gonna pause awhile an' take a look 'n then he'll start tellin' everyone 'jes how t' do, yeahStart tellin' everyone jus' what's true, yeahSister Emmy Lou done gone t' shoutin' an jumpin' 'cause she feels the spirit the congregation's stompin' it's feet an' everybody's movin' outta their seat They really gonna get this meetin' on An' praise the Lord until the dawn(Yeah) - Hear that preacher spread the word (Hear that Preacher) 'cause its the greatest word you ever heard He's our teacher When he says "I'm callin' sinners right now you hear? I'm callin' sinners right to me" When ol' Satan grabs your soul When he grabs you It takes the Lord's true word to break his hold, Trouble nabs you So I say, "You got to listen mostly to me. You got to listen closely."Don't let the devil catch y' nappin' Gotta' keep the vigil every minute or the devil surely git you"Watch your step 'n how you act Watch what you do Mister Scratch is here, an' that's a fact He wants you too If anyone can stop him, I can That's why I'm the Preacher Man"We hear the word We hear your voice We know there really isn't any other choiceHead f'heaven t'day (We're on the gospel train) We can show you the way (Relieve all strain) Leave your cares and your woes (Yes!) Heaven knows (Yes!) Y' dodge that devil in his fine fancy clothes (Yes!) Come git aboard (We still got space) Hear the word of the Lord (We saved your place) Save your soul while y'can (Yes!) Sinner man (Yes!) Git on as fast as you can You've heard the sermon sublime Down South Camp Meetin' time! |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer Anthology - Down In Birdland (2005)
Saints and sinners, come one, come all
(Have a little revival) Losers, winners, answer my call "Cause right now the tent's up (Really it is) The word's out - (Truly, it is) An' has been since the dawn (Hear me tell ya) The call's out (Really it is) An' we're 'bout (Tendin' t'biz) To git this meetin' on - Hear me tellin' you Brothers n' sisters who want to repent (That's right!) You'll find what you've been lookin' for right here in the tentCheryl's solo: Lend an ear an' you'll see "Cause when it comes t' needin' savin' ain' nobody knows it better than me I was so low that I know that only a miracle like this is the only way t' heavenly blissIt's really the truth, Lawdy, I know it I know it 'cuz I been taken through it Now the spirits in me an' allowed the Lord t'win me, I can testify to itSweet, sweet the angel's song Sweet the feelin' I been searchin' for for ever so long I never again imagine livin' life like I was livin' when I lived wrongGit ready (Sing) Here they come! the choir's all set Be steady (Pray) See the people fillin' them pews Be willin' (All) To announce without a regret It's thrillin'! (Day) Tell the world the wonderful newsFolks are troopin' in from far 'n near f' news that they can hardly wait to hear They're nearly starved 'cause they're waitin' for food for the soul, yeahStarved 'cause they're waitin' for what will not grow oldPreacher's openin' up the book He's gonna pause awhile an' take a look 'n then he'll start tellin' everyone 'jes how t' do, yeahStart tellin' everyone jus' what's true, yeahSister Emmy Lou done gone t' shoutin' an jumpin' 'cause she feels the spirit the congregation's stompin' it's feet an' everybody's movin' outta their seat They really gonna get this meetin' on An' praise the Lord until the dawn(Yeah) - Hear that preacher spread the word (Hear that Preacher) 'cause its the greatest word you ever heard He's our teacher When he says "I'm callin' sinners right now you hear? I'm callin' sinners right to me" When ol' Satan grabs your soul When he grabs you It takes the Lord's true word to break his hold, Trouble nabs you So I say, "You got to listen mostly to me. You got to listen closely."Don't let the devil catch y' nappin' Gotta' keep the vigil every minute or the devil surely git you"Watch your step 'n how you act Watch what you do Mister Scratch is here, an' that's a fact He wants you too If anyone can stop him, I can That's why I'm the Preacher Man"We hear the word We hear your voice We know there really isn't any other choiceHead f'heaven t'day (We're on the gospel train) We can show you the way (Relieve all strain) Leave your cares and your woes (Yes!) Heaven knows (Yes!) Y' dodge that devil in his fine fancy clothes (Yes!) Come git aboard (We still got space) Hear the word of the Lord (We saved your place) Save your soul while y'can (Yes!) Sinner man (Yes!) Git on as fast as you can You've heard the sermon sublime Down South Camp Meetin' time! |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Swing (1997)
Saints and sinners, come one, come all
(Have a little revival) Losers, winners, answer my call "Cause right now the tent's up (Really it is) The word's out - (Truly, it is) An' has been since the dawn (Hear me tell ya) The call's out (Really it is) An' we're 'bout (Tendin' t'biz) To git this meetin' on - Hear me tellin' you Brothers n' sisters who want to repent (That's right!) You'll find what you've been lookin' for right here in the tent Cheryl's solo: Lend an ear an' you'll see "Cause when it comes t' needin' savin' ain' nobody knows it better than me I was so low that I know that only a miracle like this is the only way t' heavenly bliss It's really the truth, Lawdy, I know it I know it 'cuz I been taken through it Now the spirits in me an' allowed the Lord t'win me, I can testify to it Sweet, sweet the angel's song Sweet the feelin' I been searchin' for for ever so long I never again imagine livin' life like I was livin' when I lived wrong Git ready (Sing) Here they come! the choir's all set Be steady (Pray) See the people fillin' them pews Be willin' (All) To announce without a regret It's thrillin'! (Day) Tell the world the wonderful news Folks are troopin' in from far 'n near f' news that they can hardly wait to hear They're nearly starved 'cause they're waitin' for food for the soul, yeah Starved 'cause they're waitin' for what will not grow old Preacher's openin' up the book He's gonna pause awhile an' take a look 'n then he'll start tellin' everyone 'jes how t' do, yeah Start tellin' everyone jus' what's true, yeah Sister Emmy Lou done gone t' shoutin' an jumpin' 'cause she feels the spirit the congregation's stompin' it's feet an' everybody's movin' outta their seat They really gonna get this meetin' on An' praise the Lord until the dawn (Yeah) - Hear that preacher spread the word (Hear that Preacher) 'cause its the greatest word you ever heard He's our teacher When he says "I'm callin' sinners right now you hear? I'm callin' sinners right to me" When ol' Satan grabs your soul When he grabs you It takes the Lord's true word to break his hold, Trouble nabs you So I say, "You got to listen mostly to me. You got to listen closely." Don't let the devil catch y' nappin' Gotta' keep the vigil every minute or the devil surely git you "Watch your step 'n how you act Watch what you do Mister Scratch is here, an' that's a fact He wants you too If anyone can stop him, I can That's why I'm the Preacher Man" We hear the word We hear your voice We know there really isn't any other choice Head f'heaven t'day (We're on the gospel train) We can show you the way (Relieve all strain) Leave your cares and your woes (Yes!) Heaven knows (Yes!) Y' dodge that devil in his fine fancy clothes (Yes!) Come git aboard (We still got space) Hear the word of the Lord (We saved your place) Save your soul while y'can (Yes!) Sinner man (Yes!) Git on as fast as you can (Repeat) You've heard the sermon sublime Down South Camp Meetin' time! |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Tonin' (1995)
Dream dream lover
Dream dream lover Every night I hope and pray A dream lover will come my way A girl to hold in my arms And know the magic of her charms Because I want a girl to call my own Chorus I want a dream lover So I don't have to dream alone Dream lover where are you With a love oh so true And a hand that I can hold To feel you near when I grow old Because I want a girl to call my own Chorus Someday I don't know how I hope you'll hear my plea Someway I don't know how She'll bring her love to me Dream lover until then I'll go to sleep and dream again That's the only thing to do Until my lover's dream come true Because I want a girl to call my own Chorus Oh?I got to hold on (someway) But I don't know how She'll bring her love to me Her love to me Dream lover until then I'll go to sleep and dream again That's the only thing to do Until my lover's dream come true Because I want a girl to call my own Chorus 3 X Dream dream lover Dream dream lover |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Extensions (1988)
When traveling abroad in the continentalstyle It's my belief that one mustattempt to be discreet And subsequentlybear in mind your transient position Allowsyou a perspective that's unique Thoughyou'll find your itinerary's a blessingand a curse Your wanderlust won'tlet you settle down And you wonderhow you ever fathomed that you'dbe content To stay within the citylimits of a small midwestern town Mostvagabonds I knowed don't ever wantto find the culprit That remainsthe object of their long relentlessquest The obsession's in the chasingand not the apprehending The pursuityou see and never the arrest Withoutfear or contradiction Bon Voyageis often hollered In conjunctionwith a handkerchief from shore Bya girl that drives a Rambler andfurthermore Is overly concernedthat she won't see him anymore Planesand trains and boats and buses Characteristicallyevoke a common attitude of blue Unlessyou have a suitcase and a ticketand a passport And the cargo thatthey're carrying is you A foreignaffair juxtaposed with a stateside Anddomestically approved romantic fancy Ismysteriously attractive due to circumstancesknowing I will only be parlayedinto a memory
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from Manhattan Transfer - Man-T-Ra! Live In Tokyo [live] (1996)
When traveling abroad in the continentalstyle It's my belief that one mustattempt to be discreet And subsequentlybear in mind your transient position Allowsyou a perspective that's unique Thoughyou'll find your itinerary's a blessingand a curse Your wanderlust won'tlet you settle down And you wonderhow you ever fathomed that you'dbe content To stay within the citylimits of a small midwestern town Mostvagabonds I knowed don't ever wantto find the culprit That remainsthe object of their long relentlessquest The obsession's in the chasingand not the apprehending The pursuityou see and never the arrest Withoutfear or contradiction Bon Voyageis often hollered In conjunctionwith a handkerchief from shore Bya girl that drives a Rambler andfurthermore Is overly concernedthat she won't see him anymore Planesand trains and boats and buses Characteristicallyevoke a common attitude of blue Unlessyou have a suitcase and a ticketand a passport And the cargo thatthey're carrying is you A foreignaffair juxtaposed with a stateside Anddomestically approved romantic fancy Ismysteriously attractive due to circumstancesknowing I will only be parlayedinto a memory
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer Anthology - Down In Birdland (2005)
When traveling abroad in the continentalstyle It's my belief that one mustattempt to be discreet And subsequentlybear in mind your transient position Allowsyou a perspective that's unique Thoughyou'll find your itinerary's a blessingand a curse Your wanderlust won'tlet you settle down And you wonderhow you ever fathomed that you'dbe content To stay within the citylimits of a small midwestern town Mostvagabonds I knowed don't ever wantto find the culprit That remainsthe object of their long relentlessquest The obsession's in the chasingand not the apprehending The pursuityou see and never the arrest Withoutfear or contradiction Bon Voyageis often hollered In conjunctionwith a handkerchief from shore Bya girl that drives a Rambler andfurthermore Is overly concernedthat she won't see him anymore Planesand trains and boats and buses Characteristicallyevoke a common attitude of blue Unlessyou have a suitcase and a ticketand a passport And the cargo thatthey're carrying is you A foreignaffair juxtaposed with a stateside Anddomestically approved romantic fancy Ismysteriously attractive due to circumstancesknowing I will only be parlayedinto a memory
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from Manhattan Transfer - Pastiche (1977)
Take a seat and cool it 'cause unless you overrule it
We are ready to show you some blowin' A rompin' and a stompin' is a lot of fun Four brothers who are blowin' our hornsSo settle down an' listen 'cause you don't know what you're missin' And we're ready to give you a showin' A movin' it 'n groovin' it has just begun Four brothers who are blowin' our hornsWe got a little message that you're gonna enjoy Ain't no sense in dodgin' the facts So settle in your easy chair an' if you ever had a care - forget it, It's time to relaxWe might as well admit it, we're the best that ever did it But in case you ain't too sure a knowin' We're gonna let you listen to us one by one Four brothers who are blowin' our hornsHow'd ya do, I'm talkin' about you It's very nice to know that you have really taken time to listen to me blow 'Cause as sure as I'm born, I'm blowin' my horn It's me baby, I'm blowin', zootin' it up And I hope you dig the sounds I'm makin' more'n any other Now I must go for it's time for you to listen to my other brotherI think the chick's talkin' 'bout me so I'd better go 'n see I'm hip that she knows a horn is very best to greet you That's the reason I'm blowin' so snappily I don't know what ya got, but it thrills me an' I hope to have a lot 'Cause it puts me in clover So baby, if you would like to dig my other brother You're gonna have to turn the record overHey hey hey Who ya talkin' about, say who ya talkin' about Did I hear you say you'd duce your other brother 'Cause in case I heard you talkin' about three, that's me Pleased to meet you, how'd you do, how are you, nothing new, How is everything with you? Whattya say I leave this jazz up to my brother --Dig dig dig my Long Island sound I hope you're puttin' it down You got me in a mood that's so romantic If you notice you can dig this silly old act Because I'm actin' so distracted when I dig you Pretty baby you will never know how much I really dig you You have got me so excited that I goofed blowin' my hornOoh bop the news is gettin' around, we're really puttin' it down We're glad of fact that you enjoy it and we wish we had the time to give you more Thank you for the compliment You told us we were better just as if we didn't know it We're hip that we're the best, we're over all the rest We're in the modern school, we always play it cool, we never play the fool The honkers and the squeakers might be stealin' the show But we don't go for that, so while we blowHi-ho, lackadaise, for it's a natural fact I ain't no kin, but I would like to get in the act!Well get outta here, get outta here, get outta here Now fellas we appreciate him makin you mad, But we must ask you to apologize Because after all he's in our bandFour brothers, four brothers, four brothers Although we sound like more Four brothers, four brothers, four brothers We're really only fourWe like to blow but we don't know how time can fly and how our cares pass away We wish the time would never go so we could take our time an' blow 'til judgement dayFour brothers, four brothers, four brothers Now just one final word:I'd like to know you and I hope I don't forget you It's really a pleasure and I hope I don't look silly to you I'm hopin' the story that I told did not upset you Sorry now in conclusion were you hoping that you heard fourSo just before we go we want you to know --- We're glad you let us show you how we always end up with that jazz (We don't call for back up on the road) Oh - ohhh!!!! |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Man-T-Ra! Live In Tokyo [live] (1996)
Take a seat and cool it 'cause unless you overrule it
We are ready to show you some blowin' A rompin' and a stompin' is a lot of fun Four brothers who are blowin' our hornsSo settle down an' listen 'cause you don't know what you're missin' And we're ready to give you a showin' A movin' it 'n groovin' it has just begun Four brothers who are blowin' our hornsWe got a little message that you're gonna enjoy Ain't no sense in dodgin' the facts So settle in your easy chair an' if you ever had a care - forget it, It's time to relaxWe might as well admit it, we're the best that ever did it But in case you ain't too sure a knowin' We're gonna let you listen to us one by one Four brothers who are blowin' our hornsHow'd ya do, I'm talkin' about you It's very nice to know that you have really taken time to listen to me blow 'Cause as sure as I'm born, I'm blowin' my horn It's me baby, I'm blowin', zootin' it up And I hope you dig the sounds I'm makin' more'n any other Now I must go for it's time for you to listen to my other brotherI think the chick's talkin' 'bout me so I'd better go 'n see I'm hip that she knows a horn is very best to greet you That's the reason I'm blowin' so snappily I don't know what ya got, but it thrills me an' I hope to have a lot 'Cause it puts me in clover So baby, if you would like to dig my other brother You're gonna have to turn the record overHey hey hey Who ya talkin' about, say who ya talkin' about Did I hear you say you'd duce your other brother 'Cause in case I heard you talkin' about three, that's me Pleased to meet you, how'd you do, how are you, nothing new, How is everything with you? Whattya say I leave this jazz up to my brother --Dig dig dig my Long Island sound I hope you're puttin' it down You got me in a mood that's so romantic If you notice you can dig this silly old act Because I'm actin' so distracted when I dig you Pretty baby you will never know how much I really dig you You have got me so excited that I goofed blowin' my hornOoh bop the news is gettin' around, we're really puttin' it down We're glad of fact that you enjoy it and we wish we had the time to give you more Thank you for the compliment You told us we were better just as if we didn't know it We're hip that we're the best, we're over all the rest We're in the modern school, we always play it cool, we never play the fool The honkers and the squeakers might be stealin' the show But we don't go for that, so while we blowHi-ho, lackadaise, for it's a natural fact I ain't no kin, but I would like to get in the act!Well get outta here, get outta here, get outta here Now fellas we appreciate him makin you mad, But we must ask you to apologize Because after all he's in our bandFour brothers, four brothers, four brothers Although we sound like more Four brothers, four brothers, four brothers We're really only fourWe like to blow but we don't know how time can fly and how our cares pass away We wish the time would never go so we could take our time an' blow 'til judgement dayFour brothers, four brothers, four brothers Now just one final word:I'd like to know you and I hope I don't forget you It's really a pleasure and I hope I don't look silly to you I'm hopin' the story that I told did not upset you Sorry now in conclusion were you hoping that you heard fourSo just before we go we want you to know --- We're glad you let us show you how we always end up with that jazz (We don't call for back up on the road) Oh - ohhh!!!! |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer Anthology - Down In Birdland (2005)
Take a seat and cool it 'cause unless you overrule it
We are ready to show you some blowin' A rompin' and a stompin' is a lot of fun Four brothers who are blowin' our hornsSo settle down an' listen 'cause you don't know what you're missin' And we're ready to give you a showin' A movin' it 'n groovin' it has just begun Four brothers who are blowin' our hornsWe got a little message that you're gonna enjoy Ain't no sense in dodgin' the facts So settle in your easy chair an' if you ever had a care - forget it, It's time to relaxWe might as well admit it, we're the best that ever did it But in case you ain't too sure a knowin' We're gonna let you listen to us one by one Four brothers who are blowin' our hornsHow'd ya do, I'm talkin' about you It's very nice to know that you have really taken time to listen to me blow 'Cause as sure as I'm born, I'm blowin' my horn It's me baby, I'm blowin', zootin' it up And I hope you dig the sounds I'm makin' more'n any other Now I must go for it's time for you to listen to my other brotherI think the chick's talkin' 'bout me so I'd better go 'n see I'm hip that she knows a horn is very best to greet you That's the reason I'm blowin' so snappily I don't know what ya got, but it thrills me an' I hope to have a lot 'Cause it puts me in clover So baby, if you would like to dig my other brother You're gonna have to turn the record overHey hey hey Who ya talkin' about, say who ya talkin' about Did I hear you say you'd duce your other brother 'Cause in case I heard you talkin' about three, that's me Pleased to meet you, how'd you do, how are you, nothing new, How is everything with you? Whattya say I leave this jazz up to my brother --Dig dig dig my Long Island sound I hope you're puttin' it down You got me in a mood that's so romantic If you notice you can dig this silly old act Because I'm actin' so distracted when I dig you Pretty baby you will never know how much I really dig you You have got me so excited that I goofed blowin' my hornOoh bop the news is gettin' around, we're really puttin' it down We're glad of fact that you enjoy it and we wish we had the time to give you more Thank you for the compliment You told us we were better just as if we didn't know it We're hip that we're the best, we're over all the rest We're in the modern school, we always play it cool, we never play the fool The honkers and the squeakers might be stealin' the show But we don't go for that, so while we blowHi-ho, lackadaise, for it's a natural fact I ain't no kin, but I would like to get in the act!Well get outta here, get outta here, get outta here Now fellas we appreciate him makin you mad, But we must ask you to apologize Because after all he's in our bandFour brothers, four brothers, four brothers Although we sound like more Four brothers, four brothers, four brothers We're really only fourWe like to blow but we don't know how time can fly and how our cares pass away We wish the time would never go so we could take our time an' blow 'til judgement dayFour brothers, four brothers, four brothers Now just one final word:I'd like to know you and I hope I don't forget you It's really a pleasure and I hope I don't look silly to you I'm hopin' the story that I told did not upset you Sorry now in conclusion were you hoping that you heard fourSo just before we go we want you to know --- We're glad you let us show you how we always end up with that jazz (We don't call for back up on the road) Oh - ohhh!!!! |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Offbeat Of Avenues (1991)
Scarecrow, weathered and weary
Fragile and old beyond his years Here we are-- chosen In your eyes, the truth lies frozenSoldier in the city heat Refugee on every street And life goes by Standing in the pouring rainHe's a gentleman with a family A gentle man, living day to day He's a gentleman with pride, one may conclude Sign reads, "Gentleman with a family will work for food"Shadows haunting his tired eyes Reaching beyond the empty hand Here we are, the chosen In your eyes, the truth lies, frozenSoldier in the city heat Refugee on any street And life goes by An apostle to those worn out souls |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer (1987)
Gloria
Gloria It's not Marie Gloria It's not Cherie Gloria (Gloria) But she's not in love with meCan't you see It's not Marie Gloria It's not Cherie Gloria (Gloria) But she's not in love with meAnd maybe (maybe) She'll want me (want me) But who am I to know (who am I to know) And maybe (ooh, maybe) She'll want me (ooh, want me) But who am I to know (who am I to know) Oh---Gloria (Gloria) It's not Marie Gloria (Gloria) It's not Cherie Gloria (Gloria) 'Cause she's not in love with meGloria! |
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