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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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Down on the corner there's a reasonto smile When those evenin' shadowsfall Some kinda feelin' that it'shard to deny Once the neon lightsstart to call People out there searchin'for action Daytime distraction slippin'right on by Tonight, let's tastethe spice of life Keep it sweetuntil the mornin' light Watch fantasyunfold And let the lovin' flow Caughtin the madness of a summer romance Ata moonlight rendezvous Lost in thespirit of a sensual dance That cancast a spell over you All you need'sa night to remember Flyin' togetheron the highest high Tonight, let'staste the spice of life A littlemusic and some candlelight Put passionin control And let the lovin' flow Couldbe the start of a million dreamswe share So lay back in the feelin'let the evenin' take you there Allwe need is a night to remember Flyin'together on the highest high Tonight,let's taste the spice of life Alittle music and some candlelight Putpassion in control And let the lovin'flow All night we'll taste the spiceof life Keep it sweet until themornin' light Watch fantasy unfold That'sthe only way to go
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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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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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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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Plan to motor west Travel my way, take the highway that's the best Get your kicks on Route 66It winds from Chicago to LA More than two thousand miles all the way Hey, get your kicks on Route 66Now you go through St. Louie Joplin, Missouri And Oklahoma City looks mighty pretty Hey Janis, now you'll see Amarillo Gallup, New Mexico Flagstaff Arizona Don't forget Winona Kingman, Barstow, San BernadinoWon't you get hip to this timely tip When you make that California trip Get your kicks on Route 66Now you go through St. Louie Joplin, Missouri And Oklahoma City looks mighty pretty Now you'll see Amarillo Gallup, New Mexico Flagstaff Arizona Don't forget Winona Kingman, Barstow, San BernadinoWon't you get hip to this timely tip When you make that California trip Get your kicks on Route 66Get your kicks on Route six six Get your kicks on Route 66 Get your kicks on Route six sixWhoo whoo ------ |
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I still remember the day that we met
Your smile is something I'll never forget And since that day my love grows and grows And that's the way it goesThe way it goes...I spent a lifetime just waiting for you But from now on dear my searching is through For you have made all my dreams come true And that's the way it goesFrom out of nowhere you came into view Now I'm completely in love with you You walked right in, my heart walked out You took its place without doubtOh won't you please open your heart to me For since I've known you, you're all that I see You are the one love that my heart has chosen That's the way it goes - It goes --- |
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Big blues in the city, trailin' the
main stroll (a kitty) Cup o' joe, get witty. At Deuce's Cafe, it's the mostest hideawayMez muggles "Flip Zooty Flim Plant you now solid, dig you later Slim" First you crawl then you walk, scat then you talk Hear the cool, feel the heat of the Rhythm of the offbeat of avenuesHelp me, he blew his wig (Lay it on) He plays gutbucket doghouse dig (Chick is hot) For the hide-beater on the stand (Really gone) Hear that Gabriel's growl Break it up, beat it outThis canary has got a frame (She can chirp) And some high-jiver knows her name (Digs his vine) Cats all friskin' their whiskers...Ow (Jam is on pops) I collar all jive, give me five (Now you dig, alive) So I know you're alive In the dim you've arrivedCruel lips, whisper baby Pulse of the neon, she's crazy Smokin' eyes, get hazy Like beauty to beast, "You're the most to say the least"(Do you have any) Monk, Cozy, Red, Yank, or Prez? Let's cut some rug gate these skins are a mess First you crawl then you walk, scat then you talk It's nirvana, it's attitude Rhythm of the offbeat of avenuesHelp me, he blew his wig (Lay it on) He plays gutbucket doghouse dig (Chick is hot) For the hide-beater on the stand (Really gone) Hear that Gabriel's growl Break it up, beat it outThis canary has got a frame (She can chirp) And some high-jiver knows her name (Digs his vine) Cats all friskin' their whiskers...Ow (Jam is on pops) I collar all jive, give me five (Now you dig, alive) So I know you're alive(Bouyoot Two finger-like lickin'... This cat, is hot friskin'... The jam is on now)First you crawl then you walk (Man she's a blip) Scat then you talk (Ofay plays hip) Comp... Rest... Rhythm of the off beat...(Wacky Interlude)Help me, he blew his wig (Lay it on) He plays gutbucket doghouse dig (Chick is hot) For the hide-beater on the stand (Really gone) Hear that Gabriel's growl Break it up, beat it outThis canary has got a frame (She can chirp) And some high-jiver knows her name (Digs his vine) Cats all friskin' their whiskers...Ow (Jam is on pops) I collar all jive, give me five (Now you dig, alive) So I know you're alive( and fade) |
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In ancient times great fear arose
among the inhabitants of Tiahuanacu, the Spaniards were coming into their lands. The Indians retreated to their houses in great fear and closed themselves in total isolation without food or water. They sat down in great sorrow with knees bent and heads bowed (they are called Chullpas) and died. They were buried in this position. Others froze to death in a standing position like stone monoliths (monolitos). The Indians who live there today are very poor - no clothes or food. They seek a better life and move to the cities where they learn to read, write and do any kind of work. They earn money and don't want to return to their homelands.Night calls through the air reaching for its solitude Dusk lures like a lyre beckoning the quietudeIn state of constant commotion full of rage and heartless devotion There's a need that burns within to fly away, just fly awaySoft winds kiss the land silent and in gratitude Children hand in hand comprehend the quietude Through a maze of fear and compulsion There's a race for the power and fortune Still a need within cries out to fly away, just fly awayPeople rush, people flee, they move so fast that they cannot see Work all day, up all night, they push and hide all the joy inside Like a wave that breathes in the ocean and the mountains peak with emotion There's a need that calls within to find a way, just find a wayTime to leave and fly away, to take a leave and castaway To leave the worries and the dismay, it's time to go, it's time to play it's...Time now to fly away, take leave and castaway To fly... The moon it guides my way, winds blow to show the way To fly...Dawn breaks, day descends With a calming attitude Shadows fall and bend Welcome in The Quietude |
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To you my very heart and soul
Everyday my very heart Very heart and soul ---- I give to you You never know of giving Until you give yourself I do - To you To you the very life I live I give to you Very life I live My deep devotion My every thought and feeling, too I give, I do All my love, all my life to youI've never known a day of strife Since you entered my life My care and my sorrow had me everyway Before we met, I was tryin' But my livin' felt like dyin' To you I give all of my heart and my very soul The life I'm living Yes, I'm giving everything to you It's true, really true You know that it's true All my love, all my life I live I want to give to you |
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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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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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I love coffee, I love tea
난 커피를 사랑해, 홍차도 I love the java jive and it loves me 난 지르박을 좋아해 그것도 날 좋아하고 Coffee and tea, and the java and me 커피와 홍차 그리고 지르박과 나 A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup(boy~ ) 한 잔,한 잔,한 잔,한 잔,한 잔, I love java, sweet and hot 난 지르박을 사랑해, 달콤하고 뜨겁거든 Oops, mister motor, I'm a coffee pot 앗, 모터씨, 난 커피포트입니다 Shoot me the pot and I'll pour me a shot 나 한잔 따라줘요, 한잔 더할께요 A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup 한 잔,한 잔,한 잔,한 잔,한 잔, Ooh, slip me a slug from that wonderful mug 아, 이쁜 머그컵에 한잔 따라주세요 And I'll cut a rug till I'm sung in a jug 밴드에서 노래하기전까지 지르박을 출꺼에요 A slice of onion, and a raw one 양파 한조각, 생것으로 Draw one, waiter, waiter, percolater 넣어줘요, 웨이터, 웨이터, 여과기에 repect (1) Boston beans, soy beans 보스톤산 콩을, 간장 담그는 콩을, I said the little, itty-bitty green beans, 작고, 자잘한 푸른 콩을 말하는 거에요, Cabbage and greens 양배추와 채소들 You know that I'm not keen about a bean 자네도 알겠지만 난 콩에 그리 예민하지 않아 Unless it is a chili chili bean, 매운 콩이 아니면 상관 없어,(^^;;;) repect (2) Ooh slip me a slug from that wonderful mug 아, 이쁜 머그컵에 한잔 따라주세요 And I'll cut a rug that's snug in a jug 밴드에서 노래하기전까지 지르박을 출꺼에요 Drop your nickel in my pot 자네 5센트짜리 동전을 포트에 넣어줘 Joe, takin' it slow, waiter, waiter, percolater 조, 천천히 잡아, 웨이터, 웨이터, 여과기에 |
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Boop bop, Boop Bop Boop bop, BoopBop Boop bop, Boop Bop Boop bop,Boop Bop Way down South, in Birmingham Imean South, in Alabam' There's aplace Where people go to dance thenight away It's a junction Wherethe town folk meet At each functionin their best they'll greet you Saxsolo Scat solo Way down South,in Birmingham I mean South, in Alabam' Thatold place Boop bop, Boop Bop Boopbop, Boop Bop Boop bop, Boop Bop Boopbop, Boop Bop Way down South,in Birmingham I mean South, in Alabam' 'Ansold place Where people go to dancethe night away They all drive orwalk for miles To get blues - thatsouthern style, So blue - it'llmake you want to dance the nightaway Tuxedo Junction - where I wantto be
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When I hear this melody This strangeillusion takes over me Through atunnel of the mind Perhaps a presentor future time oh, oh Out of nowherecomes this sound This melody thatkeeps spinning 'round & 'round Pyramidallocomotion From a mystic unknownzone Hearin' the twilight Hearin'the twilight tone Unpretentiousgirl from Memphis Saw the futurethrough her third eye People camewith skepticism Picking, testingher precision, no, wo, oh, oh Suddenlythey heard this sound This melodythat keeps spinning 'round & 'round Asignpost up ahead is calling Throughthe mystic unknown zone Hearin'the twilight Twilight swept away,feelin' the rhythm Hearin' the twilight Twilightswept away, ba da, loo da, ba daloo da Hearin' the twilight Twilighttone Submitted for your approval.One Mr. Miller, who's about to takea trip into oddness and obsolescene,through a zone whose boundariesare that of imagination. Accompanyinghim on this journey is the mesmerizing soundof the Twilight Tone. On a cold& rainy night One Mister Millerhad a rare flight Glen was up thereboppin' a rhythm Then the enginestopped to listen with him Playthat beat, oh, oh Suddenly he heardthis sound This melody that keepsspinning 'round & 'round Now heresides and plays trombone In themystic unknown zone Hearin' thetwilight (Ooooooh, twilight) Hearin'the twilight (Hearin' the twilight)
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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 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 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 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 - 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 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 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 - 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 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 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 - 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 - 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 - 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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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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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer Anthology - Down In Birdland (2005)
You're my heart's desire, You're my hearts desire--You are
My heart's desire (hearts desire) You set my soul on fire (soul on fire) When your lips are close to mine You'll find -- That you're my hearts desire (you're my hearts desire, you're my hearts desire)Oh-- No other love could be (love could be) As sweet as yours to me (yours to me) Oh my darling, oh can't you plainly see That you're my hearts desireNo other dream could replace That lonely and cold empty space And fill my heart with a love For it's you I'm dreaming of...There's one thing I know (baby I know) I know that wherever, wherever, wherever you may go (you may go) Oh honey I'll forever keep on loving and wanting you so 'Cause you're my hearts desire You are my heart's desire |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer Anthology - Down In Birdland (2005)
Every day I walk some lonely street
Searchin' 'til you come back to me People around just stop and stare as if they know the hurt I bear And suddenly I realizeI'm in a helpless situation And I need some consolation 'Cause my mind is in a confusion And I'm having these strange illusions Since you've been gone I've been cryin' cryin' cryin' cryin'Without a word without a warning you left my life on early morning Did I lean on you a little too strong Too much of you I depended on All at once I'm aloneI'm in a helpless situation And I need some consolation 'Cause my mind is in a confusion And I'm having these strange illusions Since you've been gone I've been cryin' cryin' cryin' cryin'In the shelter of your love my strength I found But now I'm useless, darlin', since you're not around I'm helpless babySax solo Background voices "Need some consolation, I need it, need it"Baby baby I'm helpless since I lost your love Helpless 'cause now I need your love I need your words of confidence (need it, need it) I need those happy times we spent Since you've been goneI'm in a helpless situation And I need some consolation 'Cause my mind is in a confusion And I'm having these strange illusions All at once it hit me, I'm alone I'm aloneOh helpless since I lost your love Helpless 'Cause now I need your love I never needed no one before but now I need you more and more I'm helpless 'til you come back to me Helpless....(to fade) |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer Anthology - Down In Birdland (2005)
I love coffee I love tea
I love the Java jive and it loves me Coffee and tea, and the Java and me A cup a cup a cup a cup a cup I love Java sweet and hot Whoops Mr.Motor I'm a coffee pot Shoot me the pot and I'll poor me a shot A cup a cup a cup a cup a cup Uuuh. slip me a slug in that wonderful mug And I'll cut a lug that snug in a jug A slice of onion and a raw one (Draw one) Waiter,water percolator I love coffee I love tea I love the java jive and it loves me Coffee and tea, and the jave and me A cup a cup a cup a cup a cup Boston beens, soy beens I made a little eaty bitty green beens Cabbage and greens You know that I'm not keen about a been Unless it is a chilly chilly been I love java sweet and hot Whoops Mr.Motor I'm a coffee pot Shoot me the pot and I'll poor me a shot A cup a cup a cup that's in bottle Uuuuh, slip me a slug in that wonderful mug And I'll cut a lug that snug in a jug Drive your nickel in my pot, Joe Take it a slow, waiter,waiter percolator I love coffee I love tea I love the java jive and it loves me Coffee and tea, and the java and me A cup a cup a cup a cup |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer Anthology - Down In Birdland (2005)
Turnin' back the hands of time
Holdin' on to misty memories Chasin' shadows thru the night Tryin' to find that happy ending Reaching out for another chance at heaven We can still find the way if we tryYou gotta believe in the mystery How it used to be We were more than lonely drifters in the dark Oh I can remember the sun inside When love held us tight Can't you see I need that magic in my heart Instead of it tearing apartDiamonds shinin' in the night Lyin' soft and warm together Only images survive Can't this dream go on forever? There is still time to lock away the sadness Let the secrets of love start to smileIt's only believin' the mystery Like it used to be Baby bring back all the passion to my life Oh don't you remember the tender days All the love we made Can't we feel that warm sensation here tonight, oh....Lonely spirits seem to whisper in the wind It's a silent song that's never meant to be Since the dawn of time the mystery never ends We can find forever If we let love rise againWon't you reach for another chance at heaven We can still find the way if we tryIt's only believin' in the mystery How it used to be Baby bring back all the passion to my life Oh cause I can remember the tender days All the love we made I need to feel that warm sensation - oh babyMystery How it used to be We were oh so much more Oh baby, don't you remember (sun inside) (held us tight) Love held us tight Turn around and look at me baby Oh we gotta get back, gotta get back, gotta get back, gotta get back Please take me there - Oh I remember all the passion Tender days - all the love we made And I need to feel you baby.... |
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Operator
Give me information Information Give me long distance Long distance Give me heaven...(Two, three) Operator Information Give me Jesus on the line Operator Information I'd like to speak to a friend of mine Oh prayer is the number Faith is the exchange Heaven is the street And Jesus is his name Operator Information Please give me Jesus on the lineOperator Information Won't you tell me why Tell me why Operator Information Don't try to tell me What number to call My mother used this number When I was very small And everytime she dialed it She always got 't call the Operator Information Please give me Jesus on the lineOperator Information Please hurry if you can Oh Operator Information Please connect me With the man Don't worry 'bout the money You know I will pay the charge Just give me on the line I'm callin' from my heart Operator Information Please give me Jesus on the line Please give me Jesus on the lineWon't you please - Give me Jesus Give me Jesus on the lineYeah! |
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If you ever
Plan to motor west Travel my way, take the highway that's the best Get your kicks on Route 66It winds from Chicago to LA More than two thousand miles all the way Hey, get your kicks on Route 66Now you go through St. Louie Joplin, Missouri And Oklahoma City looks mighty pretty Hey Janis, now you'll see Amarillo Gallup, New Mexico Flagstaff Arizona Don't forget Winona Kingman, Barstow, San BernadinoWon't you get hip to this timely tip When you make that California trip Get your kicks on Route 66Now you go through St. Louie Joplin, Missouri And Oklahoma City looks mighty pretty Now you'll see Amarillo Gallup, New Mexico Flagstaff Arizona Don't forget Winona Kingman, Barstow, San BernadinoWon't you get hip to this timely tip When you make that California trip Get your kicks on Route 66Get your kicks on Route six six Get your kicks on Route 66 Get your kicks on Route six sixWhoo whoo ------ |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer Anthology - Down In Birdland (2005)
Endless nights
I''d play solitaire Imagining that you were here One night flights Such heartless affairs They froze the hopes of love in me You suddenly appeared Melted all my fears Filled me with the love I needYou make me smile again Like a child of three And I believe it will turn out right baby Oh you make me smile again Hold me in your arms Oh love, my loveHeart to heart Our souls intertwine Make love and float away with me Twins of flame A love so divine I want to spend my life around you Now, now I have the strength Now I have the hopes You give me all I needTo make me smile again Like a child of three And I believe it will work out right Oh you make me smile again Hold me in your arms Oh love, my loveYou make me smile again Like a child of three Oh I believe we''ll live a dream for two Oh you make me smile again Hold me in your arms Oh love, my love |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer Anthology - Down In Birdland (2005)
So you say It's a feeling I'll get over someday So you say So you say I should try Just to let the flame inside me die I should try So you say Against the wind With my face turned to the empty side Of loneliness Midnight black and blueSo you say That the world will keep on turning So you say So you say Tell me why All the stars have lost their mystery now Tell me why Tell me how Where love has been The taste of wine Seems to linger on like distant perfume And all of the memories Carelessly left behind Ghosts and lies They haunt me wherever I goSo you say That the pain of love will pass away So you say So you say Before goodbye I look for the fire behind your eyes But they're cold as ice I hear in your voice The echo of love that's gone by Now I cry I'll love you for all of my lifeSo you say It's a feeling I'll get over someday So you say So you say |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer Anthology - Down In Birdland (2005)
My, my Oh the feelin' Of the sound Precious and real and Ooo that's nice Whip up some steamin' jazz The pot is on the stove It's cookin'Want some more We always save some Art nouveau For special patrons You look nice Do you believe in jazzKansas City to Brazil It even gets you hot in your home Kansas City to Brazil I say blow your top Blow your ownOoo ooo ah This be-bop's too much I know you know Hip hop Never stop I'll pour you tasty funk We got Cool and hot Just for you The pleasures of the soul Come on Come in And check it out Ooo c'est si bon Ooo ooo ah This be-bop's too much I know you know Hip hop Never stop I'll pour you tasty funk We got Cool and hot Just for you The pleasures of the soul Come on Come in And check it out Soul food to goYeah, yeah yeah... |
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Down on the corner there's a reasonto smile When those evenin' shadowsfall Some kinda feelin' that it'shard to deny Once the neon lightsstart to call People out there searchin'for action Daytime distraction slippin'right on by Tonight, let's tastethe spice of life Keep it sweetuntil the mornin' light Watch fantasyunfold And let the lovin' flow Caughtin the madness of a summer romance Ata moonlight rendezvous Lost in thespirit of a sensual dance That cancast a spell over you All you need'sa night to remember Flyin' togetheron the highest high Tonight, let'staste the spice of life A littlemusic and some candlelight Put passionin control And let the lovin' flow Couldbe the start of a million dreamswe share So lay back in the feelin'let the evenin' take you there Allwe need is a night to remember Flyin'together on the highest high Tonight,let's taste the spice of life Alittle music and some candlelight Putpassion in control And let the lovin'flow All night we'll taste the spiceof life Keep it sweet until themornin' light Watch fantasy unfold That'sthe only way to go
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer Anthology - Down In Birdland (2005)
That cat is high Look at that look in his eye On man he's high The cats higher than a kiteWhen you see him stumblin' Up and down the street You know that cat's been drinkin' Got no shoes upon his feetMan he's high I said that cat is high Yes he's high Man he's higher than a kiteThat cat is high Look at that look in his eye You know I wouldn't lie That cat is higher than a kiteBoys he's high Oh look at them two black eyes Oh me oh my That cat is higher than the skyWhen you see him tippin' Round and round the block Oh you know that cat he's very beat Hip clean down to his socksThat cat is high Look at that look in his eye Oh me oh my That cat is higher than the sky Yeah!InstrumentalScat section...ends with "Shoot some liquor to me John Boy!"When you see him stumblin' Up and down the street You know that cat's been drinkin' Got no shoes upon his feetMan he's high Yes he's high My oh my The cat's higher than a kiteHe's high (That cat is high) So high (That cat is high) My my (Oh man he's high) He's high (He's high)He's high (That cat is high) So high (That cat is high) My my (Oh man he's high)Spoken: I want the home cookin' mama w/ the fryin' pan! Well I know that cat is high! Hee hee -- yeah! That's right! |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer Anthology - Down In Birdland (2005)
IOA IOAE, IOA IOAE (Pronounced e-oh-ah, e-oh-ah-a) IOA IOAE, IOA IOAECuentame que te paso Cuentame que te pasoQue estaba alla en la playa Recorriendo las aguaritas Y vino una abejita y me pico ay ay!Cuentame que te paso Cuentame que te pasoYo me saque la loteria Corriendo fui de romeria Y fue alli donde to el dinero perderiPero las dos vienen las dos pao paoPao pao pao pao pao (chiquita) Pao pao pao pao pao (senorita) Pao pao pao pao paoPero las dos vienen la colococota E La la la la la la la la la pao paoPao pao pao pao pao (chiquita) Pao pao pao pao pao (senorita) Pao pao pao pao paoIOA IOAE, IOA IOAE IOA IOAE, IOA IOAECuentame que te paso Cuentame que te pasoQue estaba alla en la playa Recorriendo las aguaritas Y vino una abejita y me pico ay ay!Pero las dos vienen las dos pao paoPao pao pao pao pao (chiquita) Pao pao pao pao pao (senorita) Pao pao pao pao paoWoo-ooh! |
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To you my very heart and soul
Everyday my very heart Very heart and soul ---- I give to you You never know of giving Until you give yourself I do - To you To you the very life I live I give to you Very life I live My deep devotion My every thought and feeling, too I give, I do All my love, all my life to youI've never known a day of strife Since you entered my life My care and my sorrow had me everyway Before we met, I was tryin' But my livin' felt like dyin' To you I give all of my heart and my very soul The life I'm living Yes, I'm giving everything to you It's true, really true You know that it's true All my love, all my life I live I want to give to you |
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Trickle, Trickle, Splash,Splash Tell me how long will thisrain last The rain keeps droppin',there ain't no stoppin', Tell mehow long will this rain last Trickle,Trickle, Slop, Slop Just got tosee my seat don&
7978; drop She's therewaitin' and I'm hesitatin' Tellme just when this rain will stop Ronnie,dig my clothes here boy, One buttonrow Well, you know I'm sharp, asa tack, Say can you lend me yourCadillac Gotta go, gotta go to aparty - yeah Please lend me yourshow Well if I can't take it, Youknow I can't make it, I won't seemy baby no more. Ronnie,she's sweet, she's fine yeh boy, AndI love her so. Well if I don't makethe party, Man - she sure to blow. Gottago, gotta go to the party - yeh, Pleaselend me your show, Well if I can'ttake it, you know I can't make it, Iwon't see my baby no more. Trickle,Trickle, Slop, Slop Just got tosee my seat don& 7978; drop She's therewaitin' and I'm hesitatin' Tellme how long will this rain last Tellme how long will it last |
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Boop bop, Boop Bop Boop bop, BoopBop Boop bop, Boop Bop Boop bop,Boop Bop Way down South, in Birmingham Imean South, in Alabam' There's aplace Where people go to dance thenight away It's a junction Wherethe town folk meet At each functionin their best they'll greet you Saxsolo Scat solo Way down South,in Birmingham I mean South, in Alabam' Thatold place Boop bop, Boop Bop Boopbop, Boop Bop Boop bop, Boop Bop Boopbop, Boop Bop Way down South,in Birmingham I mean South, in Alabam' 'Ansold place Where people go to dancethe night away They all drive orwalk for miles To get blues - thatsouthern style, So blue - it'llmake you want to dance the nightaway Tuxedo Junction - where I wantto be
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When I hear this melody This strangeillusion takes over me Through atunnel of the mind Perhaps a presentor future time oh, oh Out of nowherecomes this sound This melody thatkeeps spinning 'round & 'round Pyramidallocomotion From a mystic unknownzone Hearin' the twilight Hearin'the twilight tone Unpretentiousgirl from Memphis Saw the futurethrough her third eye People camewith skepticism Picking, testingher precision, no, wo, oh, oh Suddenlythey heard this sound This melodythat keeps spinning 'round & 'round Asignpost up ahead is calling Throughthe mystic unknown zone Hearin'the twilight Twilight swept away,feelin' the rhythm Hearin' the twilight Twilightswept away, ba da, loo da, ba daloo da Hearin' the twilight Twilighttone Submitted for your approval.One Mr. Miller, who's about to takea trip into oddness and obsolescene,through a zone whose boundariesare that of imagination. Accompanyinghim on this journey is the mesmerizing soundof the Twilight Tone. On a cold& rainy night One Mister Millerhad a rare flight Glen was up thereboppin' a rhythm Then the enginestopped to listen with him Playthat beat, oh, oh Suddenly he heardthis sound This melody that keepsspinning 'round & 'round Now heresides and plays trombone In themystic unknown zone Hearin' thetwilight (Ooooooh, twilight) Hearin'the twilight (Hearin' the twilight)
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Ah, Zindy Lou Ah, Zindy Lou (Loulou lou, ooh Zindy Lou, Lou lou lou,ooh Zindy Lou) Zindy Lou was awoman who came from the hills Andooh I taught her - she could reallythrill Zindy Lou, Oh Zindy Lou (Loulou lou, ooh Zindy Lou, Lou lou lou,ooh Zindy Lou) She had two greatbig beautiful eyes Zindy Lou wasa woman that I idolized Zindy Lou OhZindy Lou (Lou lou lou, ooh ZindyLou, Lou lou lou, ooh Zindy Lou) Acoca-wica-no, a coca-wica-shae Acoca-wica-no, a coca-wica-shae Acoca-wica-no, a coca-wica-shae Acoca-wica-no, a coca-wica-shae Ah,Zindy Lou She had black hair andruby red lips And when she walkedby I almost flipped Zindy Lou Alou lou lou, ooh Zindy Lou A loulou lou, ooh Zindy Lou A lou loulou, ooh Zindy Lou When she walkedby with a fine fine frame Each andevery man could call her by name ZindyLou A lou lou lou, ooh Zindy Lou Alou lou lou, ooh Zindy Lou A loulou lou, ooh Zindy Lou A coca-wica-no,a coca-wica-shae A coca-wica-no,a coca-wica-shae A coca-wica-no,a coca-wica-shae A coca-wica-no,a coca-wica-shae Ah, Zindy Lou ZindyLou was sweet she sure was fine Andwhen she kissed me I lose my mindZindy Lou Oh Zindy Lou (Lou loulou, ooh Zindy Lou, Lou lou lou,ooh Zindy Lou) Ah, Zindy Lou Ah,Zindy Lou (Lou lou lou, ooh ZindyLou, Lou lou lou, ooh Zindy Lou) (
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