1. |
Fog
05:15
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Love appeared just like a fog
Sometimes I try to recall
The feeling that I could fall
All at once, I see
I’m alone, I’m free
Who knew that I’d miss the mess?
The mist must have evanesced
But oh! That distant calling
That yearning to yen
That longing to lean in
Someone to call my own
It’s now returning
And how bizarre now that it’s for someone new
For someone who really seems to be the one, someone to
Somehow remind me of you
Pitter patter pitter patter
Rain on my window
My world was very small when I had you
What’s the matter? What’s the matter?
Tears on my pillow
Why would I be surprised he tells me pretty lies?
I tried to find a man who’s just like you
Heartaches like these are trite and true
He’s just like you
He comes and goes
He never knows
He’s in mid-air
He doesn’t care
What subterfuge, what ruse
To hold him and keep him
Beseeching
But why try to catch a fog disappearing into sky?
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2. |
Growlin' Dan
04:34
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Gather ‘round, folks, while I tell you ‘bout my man
I’m talkin’ ‘bout Growlin’ Dan
He’s got roly-poly eyes
And he’s just about my size
He ain’t no sheik nor a gigolo
But just like they do, he takes it nice and slow
In fact, whatever he does, I think is grand
I’m talkin’ ‘bout Growlin’ Dan
Minnie the Moocher, she met my Growlin’ Dan
She shook her hootchie-cooch and tried to steal my man
She told him of the dream she had of the King of Sweden
And how he was givin’ her everythin’ she was needin’
Now my Dan is mean, but he’s on the square
So he told old Minnie to take the air
He said, “Ho-de-ho-de-ho, ha ha!
Minnie, I’ll see you in the sweet by-and-by”
When a dog gets mad, he howls
When my man gets mad, he growls
He says, “What are you doin’? Where you been?
Where you goin’? When did you come in?
Is my bath ready? Did you turn the water on?”
Oh, oh, sometimes I wish I was gone
But he handles my affairs and that takes a real good man
I’m talkin’ ‘bout Growlin’ Dan
Wah, wah, Growlin’ Dan
Wah, wah, wah Growlin’ Dan
Wah, wah, Growlin’ Dan
Wah, wah, talkin’ about my Growlin’ Dan
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3. |
Stepsisters' Lament
02:19
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Why should a fella want a girl like her?
A frail and fluffy beauty
Why can’t a fellow ever once prefer
A solid girl like me?
She’s a frothy little bubble
With a flimsy kind of air
And with very little trouble
I could pull out all her hair
Oh, oh, why would a fella want a girl like her?
A girl who’s so unusual
Why can’t a fella ever once prefer
A usual girl like me?
Her cheeks are a pretty shade of pink
But not any pinker than a rose is
Her skin may be delicate and soft
But not any softer than a doe’s is
Her neck is no longer that a swan’s
She’s only as dainty as a daisy
She’s only as graceful as a bird
So why is the fella goin’ crazy?
Oh, why would a fella want a girl like her?
A girl who’s merely lovely
Why can’t a fella ever once prefer
A girl who’s merely me?
She’s a frothy little bubble
With a frilly kind of charm
And with very little trouble
I could break her little arm
Oh, oh, why would a fella want a girl like her?
A girl who’s merely lovely
Why can’t a fella ever once prefer
A girl who’s merely me?
What’s the matter with the man?
What’s the matter with the man?
What’s the matter with the man?
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4. |
Look at Me
02:44
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Look at me
Why don’t you look at me
The way you look at all the other girls you see?
I’m your friend
I guess I’ll always be
But I’m in love with you
Endlessly
All the time, all of the time I’ve lost
Trying to make you come to me at any cost
All I was, all that I’ll ever be, is just a clown for you
When you’re blue
Blue as the nights I wish we’d spend together
What a lovely time together
Blue as that glimpse of light
When I almost think you might
Just look at me
All I’ve done, all that I hope to do
Is spend my lonely life
Loving you
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5. |
Wives and Lovers
02:51
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Hey, little girl
Comb your hair, fix your makeup
Soon he will open the door
Don’t think because there’s a ring on your finger
You needn’t try anymore
For wives should always be lovers too
Run to his arms the moment
He comes home to you
I’m warning you
Day after day
There are girls at the office
And men will always be men
Don’t send him off with your hair still in curlers
You may not see him again
For wives should always be lovers too
Run to his arms the moment
He comes home to you
He’s almost here
Hey, little girl
Better wear something pretty
Something you’d wear to go to the city
Dim all the lights
Pour the wine, start the music
Time to get ready for love
Time to get ready for love
Time to get ready
For love
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6. |
Left Over
04:27
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I wonder if he knows how much I care for him
And though I laugh and shake my head
His hands on mine are all I know of love
I wonder if he even knows my name
My name between those lips or on that tongue
Would make me lose the ground I’m on
To see him smile, the way he smiles when she’s near
To get what’s left over, his surplus of love
And I know it’s strange, sometimes I wish to hold her near
To press her cheek with gratitude saying
Thank you for his smile you brought
For I am incapable
I wonder is he knows
how much I care for him
and though I laugh and shake my head
his hands on mine
are all I know
of love
of love
of love
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7. |
The Trolley Song
03:51
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With my high starched collar
And my high topped shoes
And my hair piled high upon my head
I went to lose a jolly hour on the trolley
And lost my heart instead
With his light brown derby
And his bright green tie
He was quite the handsomest of men
I started to yen
So I counted to ten
Then I counted to ten again
Clang, clang, clang went the trolley
Ding, ding, ding went the bell
Zing, zing, zing went my heartstrings
From the moment I saw him, I fell
Chug, chug, chug went the motor
Bump, bump, bump went the brakes
Thump, thump, thump went my heartstrings
When he smiled I could feel the car shake
He tipped his hat
And took a seat
He said he hoped he hadn’t stepped upon my feet
He asked my name
I held my breath
I couldn’t speak because he scared me half to death
Buzz, buzz, buzz went the buzzer
Plop, plop, plop went the wheels
Stop, stop, stop went my heartstrings
When he started to go
Then I started to know how it feels
When the universe reels
Buzz, buzz, buzz went the buzzer
Plop, plop, plop went the wheels
Stop, stop, stop went my heartstrings
When he started to leave
I took hold of his sleeve
With my hand
And as if it were planned
He stayed on with me
And it was grand just to stand
With his hand holding mine
‘Til the end of the line
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8. |
Monday
02:00
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Let’s find a spot, here under the stars
With nothing but sky between you and I
Oh! How the time seems to stop with your face in my hands
With such trickery
See how it’s flying away
And there’s nothing I can do
But cling to you, my love
And thank the stars
I lived a dream with you
Oh! How my heart seems to stop when you’re here in my arms
With such trickery
See how it’s flying away
And there’s nothing I can do
I lived a dream with you
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9. |
What's the Matter Now?
04:17
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Papa, Papa, treetop tall
Hear your lovin’ mama call
You ain’t doin’ too good
You ain’t treatin’ me like you should
Papa, Papa, hear my plea
Stop mistreatin’ me
You stay, you stay away
That’s why you hear me say
What’s the matter now?
What’s the matter now?
I ain’t seen you, honey
Since way last Spring
Tell me, pretty Papa
Did you break that thing?
What’s the matter now?
We can’t get along somehow
I ain’t had no lovin’ in a long, long, long, long time
Tell me, what’s the matter now?
Daddy, tell me what’s the matter now?
What’s the matter now?
What’s the matter now?
You never treat me like a lovin’ daddy should
Tell me, do you really think I’m made of wood?
What’s the matter now?
We can’t get along somehow
I want some of that honey from that sweet honeycomb
Tell me, what’s the matter now?
Daddy, tell me what’s the matter now?
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10. |
Le Mal de Vivre
06:14
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Ça ne prévient pas, ça arrive
Ça vient de loin
Ça s'est promené de rive en rive
La gueule en coin
Et puis un matin, au réveil
C’est presque rien
Mais c’est là, ça vous ensommeille
Au creux des reins
Le mal de vivre
Le mal de vivre
Qu’il faut bien vivre
Vaille que vivre
On peut le mettre en bandoulière
Ou comme un bijou à la main
Comme une fleur en boutonnière
Ou juste à la pointe du sein
C’est pas forcément la misère
C’est pas Valmy, c’est pas Verdun
Mais c’est des larmes aux paupières
Au jour qui meurt, au jour qui vient
Le mal de vivre
Le mal de vivre
Qu’il faut bien vivre
Vaille que vivre
Qu’on soit de Rome ou d’Amérique
Qu’on soit de Londres ou de Pékin
Qu’on soit d’Egypte ou bien d’Afrique
Ou de la porte Saint-Martin
On fait tous la même prière
On fait tous le même chemin
Qu’il est long lorsqu’il faut le faire
Avec son mal au creux des reins
Ils ont beau vouloir nous comprendre
Ceux qui nous viennent les mains nues
Nous ne voulons plus les entendre
On ne peut pas, on n’en peut plus
Et tous seuls dans le silence
D’une nuit qui n’en finit plus
Voilà que soudain on y pense
A ceux qui n’en sont pas revenus
Du mal de vivre
Leur mal de vivre
Qu’ils devaient vivre
Vaille que vivre
Et sans prévenir, ça arrive
Ça vient de loin
Ça s’est promené de rive en rive
Le rire en coin
Et puis un matin, au réveil
C’est presque rien
Mais c’est là, ça vous émerveille
Au creux des reins
La joie de vivre
La joie de vivre
Oh, viens la vivre
Ta joie de vivre
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11. |
Something's Coming
10:33
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Could be
Who knows?
There’s something due any day
I will know right away
Soon as it shows
It may come cannonballin’ down through the sky
Gleam in its eye
Bright as a rose
Who knows?
It’s only just out of reach
Down the block, on a beach
Under a tree
I got a feeling there’s a miracle due
Gonna come true
Coming to me
Could it be?
Yes, it could
Something’s coming, something good
If I can wait
Something’s coming
I don’t know what it is
But it is gonna be great
With a click, with a shock
Phone will jingle, door will knock
Open the latch
Something’s coming, don’t know when, but it’s soon
Catch the moon, one-handed catch
Around the corner
Or whistling down the river
Come on, deliver to me
Will it be?
Yes, it will
Maybe just by holding still
It’ll be there
Come on, something, come on in
Don’t be shy
Meet a gal
Pull up a chair
The air is humming
And something great is coming
Who knows?
It’s only just out of reach
Down the block, on a beach
Under a tree
It’s only just out of reach
Down the block, on a beach
Under a tree
It’s only just out of reach
Down the block, on a beach
Maybe tonight
Maybe tonight
Maybe tonight
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12. |
Underling
03:39
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You of my life
I have seen no one more blue in my life
And I’ve dreamt the taste of dew on your lips
Many nights of my life
All my dreams are disaster
Underling and her master
True, and it’s trite
I have fallen into eyes
Telling lies
And I’ve slept in dingy rooms
Taking trips far away from my life
All my dreams are disaster
Underling and her master
I’ve slept so much that I have huddled into nothing but a mass of flesh
So soft and numb that I can scarcely tell where body ends and sheets begin
If that’s the mattress or my skin, the bin I’m living in
I only sing for those I love
I only sing for one to love
I only sing for one to love
me too
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