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Eblouie par la nuit à coup de lumière mortelle
à frôler les bagnoles
les yeux comme des têtes d'épingles
j't'ai attendu 100 ans
dans les rues en noir et blanc
tu es venu en sifflant
Eblouie par la nuit à coup de lumière mortelle
à shooter les canettes,
aussi paumée qu'un navire
si j'en ai perdu la tête,
j't'ai aimé et même pire
tu es venu en sifflant
Eblouie par la nuit à coup de lumière mortelle
a-t-il aimé la vie ou la regarder juste passer
d'un ennui de plus naître,
il ne reste presque rien
que des cendres au matin
Quand on est trop rempli des vertiges de la vie
à la prochaine station petit européen
descends-là descends-là au dessous de mon coeur
Eblouie par la nuit à coup de lumière mortelle
un dernier tour de piste avec la mer au bout
j't'ai attendu 100ans dans les rues en noir et blanc
tu es venu en sifflant

My mamma done told me
When I was in pigtails
My mamma done told me, "hon
A man is a two-face
He'll give you the big eye
And when the sweet talking's done
A man is a two-face
A worrisome thing who'll leave you to sing
The blues in the night."

Now the rains a-fallin'
Hear the trains a-callin', "whooee!"
Hear the lonesome whistle
Blowin' across the trestle, "whooee!"
A-whooee-ah-whooee, clickety-clack
Comes echoing back
The blues in the night

From natchez to mobile
From memphis to st. Joe
Wherever the four winds blow
I've been in some big towns
And heard me some big talk
But there is one thing I know
A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing who'll leave you to sing
The blues in the night

My mamma done told me
When I was in pig tails
My mamma done told me, "hon
A man is a two-face
He'll give you the big eye
And when the sweet talking's done
A man is a two-face
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing
The blues in the night

Music by Joseph Kosma

Music and Lyrics by Norah Jones & Mike Martin

I'll pretend my heart's not on fire
If you steal my true love's name
Broke down subway in this city of spires
Tape your picture over his in the frame

We'll imagine we're sleeping revolvers
Shotgun wedding in a strange SoHo
Our chambers hold silvery collars
Gun down werewolves wherever we go
We gun down werewolves wherever we go

Midnight phone calls in the back of a Mustang
Creased white pages torn right from the spine
Kissed my neck with a crooked, cracked fang
You always hoped one day you'd be mine

Threw our fathers on funeral pyres
I'm not sure that we were playing a game
Busted gasket in a field full of liars
No one noticed we set five boroughs aflame
No one noticed we set five boroughs aflame

Young blood
Young bone
Old ghosts
Go home

Band of gold with a diamond implied
You wrote letters that you never sent
I made promises I'll always deny
Now we'll never know what the other meant

Watch is ticking like a heartbeat gone berserk
Lost the chance to wind the key
Roosters are nothing but clucking clockwork
Our fears are only what we tell them to be
Our fears are only what we tell them to be

Drown the last of our matches
Burn the rest of each other
You were strongest when I ached for breath
Through the thick of smoke we'll finally smother

Young blood
Young bone
Old ghosts
Go home

Music and Lyrics by Tom Waits


liar liar with your pants on fire,
white spades hangin' on the telephone
wire, gamblers reevaluate along the dotted line,
you'll never recognize
yourself on heartattack and vine.

doctor lawyer beggar man thief,
philly joe remarkable looks on in disbelief,
if you want a taste of madness,
you'll have to wait in line, you'll probably
see someone you know on heartattack and vine.

boney's high on china white, shorty found a punk,
don't you know there ain't
no devil, there's just god when he's drunk,
well this stuff will probably kill
you, let's do another line,
what you say you meet me down
on heartattack and vine.

better off in iowa against your scrambled eggs,
than crawling down cahuenga on a broken pair of legs,
you'll find your ignorance is blissful every goddamn time,
your're waitin' for the rtd
on heartattack and vine.

Music by Wayne Shorter

Wayne Shorter - tenor sax
McCoy Tyner - piano
Reggie Workman - bass
Elvin Jones - drums

Music by Victor Young

Miles Davis - trumpet
John Coltrane - tenor sax
Cannonball Adderlay - alto sax
Bill Evans - piano
Paul Chambers - bass
Jimmy Cobb - drums

Music and Lyrics by Tom Waits and Kathleen Brennan


Well, they're lining up
To mad dog your tilta whirl
3 shots for a dollar
Win a real live doll
All the lies that you tell
I believed them so well. take them back
Take them back to your red house
For that fearful leap into the dark
I did my time
In the jail of your arms
Now ophelia wants to know
Where she should turn
Tell me...what did you do
What did you do the last time?
Why dont you do that
Go on ahead and take this the wrong way
Times not your friend
Do you cry. do you pray
Do you wish them away
Do you still leave nothing
But bones in the way
Did you bury the carnival
Lions and all
Excuse me while I sharpen my nails
And just who are you this time?
You look rather tired
(who drinks from your shoe)
Are you pretending to love
Well I hear that it pays well
How do your pistol and your Bible and your
Sleeping pills go?
Are you still jumping out of windows in expensive clothes?
Well I fell in love
With your sailors mouth and your wounded eyes
You better get down on the floor
Dont you know this is war
Tell me who are you this time?
Tell me who are you this time?

Music by Antonio Carlos Jobim

Joe Henderson - tenor sax
Oscar Castro Neves - guitar

Music by Claude Francois and Jacques Revaux
Lyrics by Paul Anka

And now, the end is near,
And so I face the final curtain.
My friends, I'll say it clear;
I'll state my case of which I'm certain.

I've lived a life that's full -
I've travelled each and every highway.
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets? I've had a few,
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course -
Each careful step along the byway,
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew,
When I bit off more than I could chew,
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way.

I've loved, I've laughed and cried,
I've had my fill - my share of losing.
But now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that,
And may I say, not in a shy way -
Oh no. Oh no, not me.
I did it my way.

For what is a man? What has he got?
If not himself - Then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way.

Yes, it was my way.

Music and Lyrics by Cole Porter

Times have changed,
And we've often rewound the clock,
Since the Puritans got a shock,
When they landed on Plymouth Rock.
If today,
Any shock they should try to stem,
'Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock,
Plymouth Rock would land on them.

In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking,
But now, God knows,
Anything Goes.

Good authors too who once knew better words,
Now only use four letter words
Writing prose, Anything Goes.

If driving fast cars you like,
If low bars you like,
If old hymns you like,
If bare limbs you like,
If Mae West you like
Or me undressed you like,
Why, nobody will oppose!
When every night,
The set that's smart
Is intruding in nudist parties in studios,
Anything Goes.

When Missus Ned Mclean (God bless her)
can get Russian Reds to 'Yes' her,
then I suppose
anything goes!
When Rockefeller still can hoard enough
money to let Max Gordon
produce his shows,
anything goes!

The world has gone mad today,
and good's bad today,
and black's white today,
and day's night today,
and that gent today
you gave a cent today
once had several chateaux.

When folks who still can ride in jitneys
find out bilts and Whitneys
Lack baby Clo'es,
Anything goes!

When Sam Goldwyn can with great conviction
instruct Anna Sten in diction,
then Anna shows,
Anything goes!

When you hear that Lady Mendl standing up
now does a handspring landing up --
on her toes
Anything goes!

Just think of those shocks you've got
and those knocks you've got
and those blues you've got
from those news you've got
and those pains you've got
(If any brains you've got)
from those little radios.

So Missus R., with all her trimmin's,
can broadcast a bed from Simmons
'cause Franklin knows,
anything goes!

Music by Jerome Kern
Lyrics by Oscar Hammerstein II

Time and again I’ve longed for adventure,
Something to make my heart beat the faster.
What did I long for? I never really knew.
Finding your love I’ve found my adventure,
Touching your hand, my heart beats the faster,
All that I want in all of this world is you.

You are the promised kiss of springtime
That makes the lonely winter seem long.
You are the breathless hush of evening
That trembles on the brink of a lovely song.
You are the angel glow that lights a star,
The dearest things I know are what you are.
Some day my happy arms will hold you,
And some day I’ll know that moment divine,
When all the things you are, are mine!

Music by Walter Gross

Tal Farlow - guitar
Red Norvo- vibraphone
Red Mitchell - bass

Music by Jerome Kern
Lyrics by Dorothy Fields

Nothing's impossible I have found
For when my chin is on the ground
I pick myself up, dust myself off, start all over again

Don't lose your confidence if you slip
Be grateful for a pleasant trip
And pick yourself up, dust yourself off and start all over again

Work like a soul inspired till the battle of the day is won
You may be sick and tired but you'll be a man my son
Don't you remember the famous man who had to fall to rise again?
They picked themselves up, dust themselves off and started all over again

Music and Lyrics by Louis Jordan and Billy Austin

Oh, I got a man that's always late
Any time we have a date
But I love him
Yes I love him

So I'm gonna walk up to his gate
See if we can get it straight
Cause I want him
Yeah I intend to have him
I'll just ask him

Is you is or is you ain't my baby
Well, the way you're acting lately, well it makes me doubt
You were still my baby, baby
But it seems like my flame in your heart, well it's just gone out

A man is a creature
That has always been strange
Just when you're sure of one
You'll find that he's gone and made a change

Is you is or is you ain't my baby
Well, maybye my baby found somebody new
Or is my baby still my baby too

Music and Lyrics by Sid Feller and Rick Ward

Mary Stallings - vocals
Rickey Woodard - tenor sax
Harry "Sweets" Edison - trumpet
Gerald Wiggins - piano
Ron Escherte - guitar
Andy Simpkins - bass
Paul Humphrey - drums

Henry Red Allen - trumpet, vocals
Al Cay - tenor sax
Roy Crimmins - trombone
Fred Hunt - piano
Ron Mathewson - bass
Lennie Hastings - drums
Jimmy Douglas - guitar

Vassilis Tsabropoulos - piano
Anja Lechner - violoncello
U.T. Ghandi - percussion

Harry James - trumpet
Buddy Rich - drums
Red Kelly - bass
Corky Corcoran - tenor sax
Robert Achilles - clarinet

Arnett Cobb - tenor sax
Lou Donaldson - alto sax
Jimmy Ford - alto sax
Calvin Owens - trumpet
Kirk Lightsey - piano
Fukushi Tainaka - drums

Zoot Sims - tenor sax
Henri Renaud - piano
Bob Whitlock - bass
Jean-Louis Viale - drums

Jack Teagarden - trombone
Charlie Teagarden - trumpet
Don Bonnee - clarinet
Pud Brown - tenor sax
Heinie Beau - alto sax
Ray Bauduc - drums
Marvin Ash -piano
Ray Leatherwood - bass

Music by Miles Davis

Miles Davis - trumpet
Wayne Shorter - tenor sax
Herbie Hancock - piano
Ron Carter - bass
Tony Williams - drums

Music by Ketil Bjornstad

Ketil Bjornstad - piano
Tore Brunborg - tenor sax
Jon Christensen - drums

Tord Gustavsen: Piano
Tore Brunborg: Tenor and soprano saxophones
Kristin Asbjørnsen: Vocals
Mats Eilertsen: Double-bass
Jarle Vespestad: Drums

Norma Winstone - voice
Klaus Gesing - soprano saxophone, bass clarinet
Glauco Venier - piano

Music by Jerome Kern
Lyrics by Oscar Hammerstein II and Otto Harbach

I won't dance, don't ask me
I won't dance, don't ask me
I won't dance monsieur with you
My heart won't let my feet do things that they should do

You know what, you're lovely you know what, you're so lovely
And you oh what you do to me
I'm like an ocean wave that's bumped on the shore
I feel so absolutely stumped on the floor

When you dance, you're charming and you're gentle
'Specially when you do the Continental
But this feeling isn't purely mental
For heaven mess us, I'm not asbestos
And that's why I won't dance, why should I?

I won't dance, how could I?
I won't dance, merci beacoup

I know that music leads the way to romance
So if I hold you in arms I won't dance

When you dance, you're charming and you're gentle
'Specially when you do the Continental
But this feeling isn't purely mental
Cuz heaven rest us, I'm not asbestos
And that's why I won't dance, why should I?

I won't dance, don't ask me
I won't dance, don't ask me
I won't dance madame with you
My heart won't let me feet do things that they want to do

You know what, you're so lovely, ring a ding-ding, you're lovely
And you know what you do to me
I'm like an ocean wave that's bumped on the shore
I feel so absolutely stumped on the floor

When you dance, you're charming and you're gentle
Specially when you do the Continental
But this feeling isn't purely mental
For heaven rest us, I'm not asbestos
And that's why I won't dance, I won't dance

I won't dance, merci beaucoup
I know that music leads the way to romance
So if I hold you in arms I won't dance

Music and Lyrics by Hans Bradtke, Henry Mayer and Johnny Mercer

The summer wind
Came blowing in
From across the sea
It lingered there
So warm and fair
To walk with me
All summer long
We sang a song
And strolled on golden sand
Two sweethearts
And the summer wind

Like painted kites
Those days and nights
Went flyin by
The world was new
Beneath a blue
Umbrella sky
Then softer than
A piper man
One day it called to you
And I lost you
To the summer wind

The autumn wind
And the winter wind
Have come and gone
And still the days
Those lonely days
Go on and on
And guess who sighs her lullabies
Through nights that never end
My fickle friend
The summer wind
The summer wind

Music by John Coltrane

John Coltrane - tenor sax
McCoy Tyner - piano
Jimmy Garrison - bass
Elvin Jones - drums

Music and Lyrics by Dimitri Tiomkin and Ned Washington

Love me love me love me
Say you do
Let me fly away
with you
For my love is like
the wind
And wild is the wind

Give me more
than one caress
Satisfy this
hungriness
Let the wind
blow through your heart
For wild is the wind

You...
touch me...
I hear the sound
of mandolins
You...
kiss me...
With your kiss
my life begins
You're spring to me
All things
to me

Don't you know you're
life itself
Like a leaf clings
to a tree
Oh my darling,
cling to me
For we're creatures
of the wind
And wild is the wind
So wild is the wind

Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind

Music and Lyrics by Norah Jones and Lee Alexander

Tell me how you've been,
Tell what you've seen,
Tell me that you'd like to see me too.

'cause my heart is full of no blood,
My cup is full of no love,
Couldn't take another sip even if I wanted.

But it's not too late,
Not too late for love.

My lungs are out of air,
Yours are holding smoke,
And it's been like that for so long.

I've seen people try to change,
And I know it isn't easy,
But nothin' worth the time ever is.

And it's not too late,
It's not too late for love,
For love,
For love,
For love.

Music by Arlen, Rose and Harburg

Coleman Hawkins - tenor sax
Nat Peck - trombone
Hubert Fol - alto sax
Jean Paul Mengon - piano
Pierre Michelat - bass
Kenny Clarke - drums

Music and Lyrics by Jimmy Davis, Roger Ramirez and James Sherman

I don't know why but I'm feeling so sad
I long to try something I never had
Never had no kissin'
Oh, what I've been missin'
Lover man, oh, where can you be?

The night is cold and I'm so alone
I'd give my soul just to call you my own
Got a moon above me
But no one to love me
Lover man, oh, where can you be?

I've heard it said
That the thrill of romance
Can be like a heavenly dream

I go to bed with a prayer
That you'll make love to me
Strange as it seems

Someday we'll meet
And you'll dry all my tears
Then whisper sweet
Little things in my ear
Hugging and a-kissing
Oh, what I've been missing
Lover man, oh, where can you be?

Music by Willard Robinson

Ben Webster - tenor sax
Teddy Wilson - piano

Music and Lyrics by George and Ira Gershwin

The way you wear your hat
The way you sip your tea
The memory of all that
No they can't take that away from me

The way your smile just beams
The way you sing off key
The way you haunt my dreams
No they can't take that away from me

We may never never meet again, on that bumpy road to love
Still I'll always, always keep the memory of

The way you hold your knife
The way we danced till three
The way you changed my life
No they can't take that away from me

Music by Django Reinhardt

Music by Harold Arlen
Lyrics by E.Y. Harburg

Somewhere over the raibow, way up high
There's a land that I've heard of once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue
And the dreams that I dared to dream
really do come true

Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow, blue birds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can't I?

Some day I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow, blue birds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can't I?

WAYNE SHORTER



CURTIS FULLER



FREDDIE HUBBARD



Wayne Shorter - tenor sax
Curtis Fuller - trombone
Freddie Hubbard - trumpet
Art Blakey - drums
Cedar Walton - piano
Reggie Workman - bass

Music and Lyrics by Tom Waits

I should go out and honk the horn, it's Independence Day
But instead I just pour myself a drink
It's got to be love, I've never felt this way
Oh baby, this one's from the heart

The shadows on the wall look like a railroad track
I wonder if he's ever comin' back
The moon's a yellow stain across the sky
Oh baby, this one's from the heart

Maybe I'll go down to the corner and get a racin' form
But I should prob'ly wait here by the phone
And the brakes need adjustment on the convertible
Oh baby, this one's from the heart

The worm is climbin' the avocado tree
Rubbin' its back against the wall
Pour myself a double sympathy
Oh baby, this one's from the heart

Blondes, brunettes, and redheads put their hammer down
To pound a cold chisel through my heart
But they were nothin' but apostrophes
Oh baby, this one's from the heart

I can't tell, is that a siren or a saxophone?
But the roads get so slippery when it rains
I love you more than all these words can ever say
Oh baby, this one's from the heart

Helen Humes - vocals
Sonny Terry - harmonica
Brownie 'Kazoo' McGhee - vocals, guitar
Willie Dixon - vocals, bass
T-Bone Walker - vocals, guitar
Memphis Slim - vocals, piano
Jump Jackson - drums

You know the blues ain't nothin' but a woman when she's feelin' bad
I said the blues ain't nothin' but a woman when she's feelin' bad
Now the blues will make you feel

If the blues was money, I'd be the richest man in town
Well if the blues was money, people, I'd be the richest man in town
Well since I'm not rich, blues please don't let me down

I got the blues so bad, I don't know what to do
I got the blues so bad, I don't know what to do
You know if it's good to me, must be good to you

I'm in love with a woman, but she's not in love with me
I'm in love with a woman, but she's not in love with me
Yes, I love the woman, cause she's more than I could be

Music by Benny Golson

Freddie Hubbard - trumpet
Benny Golson - tenor sax
Art Blakey - drums
Walter Davis Jr. - piano
Curtis Fuller - trombone
Buster Williams - bass

Music and Lyrics by Cole Porter


I've got you under my skin
I have got you deep in the heart of me
So deep in my heart, you're really a part of me
And I've got you under my skin

I have tried so, not to give in
I've said to myself this affair it never would go so well
But why should I try to resist when I know so well
That I've got you under my skin

I would sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of havin' you near
In spite of a warning voice,
that comes in the night and repeats in my ear

Don't you know you fool, you never can win
Use your mentality, wake up to reality
But each time I do, just the thought of you makes me stop before I begin
Because I've got you under my skin

I would sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of havin' you near
In spite of a warnin' voice, comes in the night and repeat to my ear

Don't you know you fool, never can win
Use your mentality, wake up to reality
But each time I do, just the thought of you makes me stop before I begin
Because I've got you under my skin

Music by Thelonious Monk

Miles Davis - trumpet
Wayne Shorter - tenor sax
Herbie Hancock - piano
Ron Carter - bass
Tony Williams - drums

Music and Lyrics by Homer Banks, Carl Hampton, Raymond Jackson

If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right
If being right means being without you
I'd rather live a wrong doing life
Your mama and daddy say it's a shame
It's a downright disgrace
Long as I got you by my side
I don't care what your people say

My friends tell me there's no future
in loving a married man
If I can't see you when I want to
I'll see you when I can
If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right
If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right

Am I wrong to fall so deeply in love with you
knowing you got a wife and two little children
depending on you too
And am I wrong to hunger
for the gentleness of your touch
knowing I got somebody else at home
who needs me just as much

And am I wrong to give my love
to a married man
And am I wrong trying to hold on
to the best thing I ever had
If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right
If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right

Am I wrong to give my love
to a married man
And am I wrong trying to hold on
to the best thing I ever had
If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right
If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right

I don't wanna be right
if it means sleeping alone at night
I don't wanna be right
if it means coming home at night
I don't wanna, I don't wanna
I don't wanna never, never, never be right

Music by Louis Prima

Benny Goodman - clarinet
Harry James - trumpet
Ziggy Elman - trumpet
Chris Griffin - trumpet
Red Ballard - trombone
Murray McEachern - trombone
Hymie Schertzer - alto sax
George Koenig - alto sax
Art Rollini - tenor sax
Vido Musso - tenor sax
Jess Stacy - piano
Allan Reuss - guitar
Harry Goodman - bass
Gene Krupa - drums

Music by Clifford Brown

Houston Person - tenor sax
Ron Carter - bass

Music and Lyrics by Herman Hupfeld

You must remember this
A kiss is still a kiss
A sigh is just a sigh
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by

And when two lovers woo
They still say, I love you
On that you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by

Moonlight and love songs
Never out of date
Hearts full of passion
Jealousy and hate
Woman needs man
And man must have his mate
That no one can deny

It's still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by

Moonlight and love songs
Never out of date
Hearts full of passion
Jealousy and hate
Woman needs man
And man must have his mate
That no one can deny

It's still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by

Music by Bud Powell

Bud Powell - piano
Sonny Rollins - tenor sax
Fats Navarro - trumpet
Tommy Potter - bass
Roy Haynes - drums

Music and Lyrics by Eden Ahbez

There was a boy,
a very strange
enchanted boy
they say he wandered
very far, very far
over land and sea,
a little shy and
sad of eye,
but very wise was he
and then one day, a magic day,
he passed my way
and while we spoke
of many things,
fools and kings,
this he said to me,
"The greatest thing
you'll ever learn
is just to love
and be loved in return"

A

Music by Art Blakey

Lee Morgan – trumpet
Barney Wilen – alto sax, tenor sax
Bobby Timmons – piano
Jymie Merritt – bass
Art Blakey – drums
John Rodriguez - bongos
Tommy Lopez, Willie Rodriguez - congas

Music and lyrics by Bernice Pekere

Stacey Kent - vocals
Jim Tomlinson – tenor sax
Colin Oxley – guitar
David Newton – piano
Andrew de Jong Cleyndert – bass
Steve Brown - drums

Close your eyes,
put your head on my shoulder and sleep.
Close your eyes.
And I will close mine.

Close your eyes,
let's pretend that we're both counting sheep.
Close your eyes.
This is divine.

Music plays,
something dreamy for dancing,
while we're romancing,
it's love's holiday.
And love will be our guide.

Close your eyes,
when you open them dear I'll be near.
By your side.
So won't you close your eyes?
Close your eyes
Close your eyes

Music by Paul Desmond

Dave Brubeck - piano
Paul Desmond - alto sax
Gene Wright - bass
Joe Morello - drums

Music by Tom Waits
Lyrics by Tom Waits

The evening fell just like a star
Left a trail behind
You spit as you slammed out the door
If this is love we're crazy
As we fight like cats and dogs
But I just know there's got to be more

So please call me, baby
Wherever you are
It's too cold to be out walking in the streets
We do crazy things when we're wounded
Everyone's a bit insane
I don't want you catching your death of cold
Out walking in the rain

I admit that I ain't no angel
I admit that I ain't no saint
I'm selfish and I'm cruel but you're blind
If I exorcise my devils
Well my angels may leave too
When they leave they're so hard to find

Please call me, baby
Wherever you are
It's too cold to be out walking in the streets
We do crazy things when we're wounded
Everyone's a bit insane
I don't want you catching your death of cold
Out walking in the rain

We're always at each other's throats
You know, it drives me up the wall
Most of the time I'm just blowing off steam
And I wish to God you'd leave me
Baby, I wish to God you'd stay
Life's so different than it is in your dreams

Please call me, baby
Wherever you are
It's too cold to be out walking in the streets
We do crazy things when we're wounded
Everyone's a bit insane
I don't want you catching your death of cold
Out walking in the rain

Music and Lyrics by Robert Sour, Edward Heyman, John Green

My heart is sad and lonely
For you I sigh, for you dear only
Why haven't you seen it?
I'm all for you, body and soul

I spend my days in longing
And wondering why it's me you're wronging
I tell you I mean it
I'm all for you, body and soul.

I can't believe it, it's hard to conceive it
That you'd turn away romance.
Are you pretending? It looks like the ending --
Unless I can have
one more chance, dear.

My life a wreck you're making
My heart is yours for just the taking.
I'll gladly surrender
Myself to you, body and soul

Music by Steve Miller
Lyrics by Steve Miller

I heat up, I can't cool down
You got me spinnin'
'Round and 'round
'Round and 'round and 'round it goes
Where it stops nobody knows

Every time you call my name
I heat up like a burnin' flame
Burnin' flame full of desire
Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher

Abra-abra-cadabra
I want to reach out and grab ya
Abra-abra-cadabra
Abracadabra

You make me hot, you make me sigh
You make me laugh, you make me cry
Keep me burnin' for your love
With the touch of a velvet glove

I see magic in your eyes
I hear the magic in your sighs
Just when I think I'm gonna get away
I hear those words that you always say

Abra-abra-cadabra
I want to reach out and grab ya
Abra-abra-cadabra
Abracadabra

Music by Irene Higgenbotham, Dan Fisher
Lyrics by Ervin Drake

Good morning heartache
You old gloomy sight
Good morning heartache
Thought we said goodbye last night
I turned and tossed until it seemed you had gone
But here you are with the dawn
Wish I'd forget you, but you're here to stay
It seems I met you
When my love went away
Now everyday I start by saying to you
Good morning heartache what's new

Stop haunting me now
Can't chase you nohow
Just leave me alone
I've got those Monday blues
Straight to Sunday blues
Good morning heartache
Here we go again
Good morning heartache
You're the one
Who knows me well
Might as well get used to you hanging around
Good morning heartache
Sit down

Music by Count Basie

Count Basie – piano
Freddie Green – guitar
Wardell Grey – tenor sax
Buddy DeFranco – clarinet
Gus Johnson - drums

Music by Gus Arnheim, Abe Lyman
Lyrics by Arthur Freed

I cried for you
Now it's your turn to cry over me
Every road has a turning
That's one thing I'm learning.

I cried for you
What a fool I used to be
But I'll find two eyes just a little bit bluer,
I'll find a heart just a little bit truer.

I cried for you
Now it's your turn to cry over me.

Music by Eubie Blake
Lyrics by Andy Razaf

Waking skies at sunrise
Every sunset too
Seems to be bringing me
Memories of you

Here and there, every where
Scenes that we once knew
And they all just recall
Memories of you

How I wish I could forget those,
those happy yesteryears
That have left a rosary of tears

Your face beams in my dreams
'spite of all I do
Everything seems to bring
Memories of you

Music by Billy Strayhorn

Ben Webster – tenor sax
Stan Tracey – piano
Ricky Laird – bass
Jackie Doogan – drums

Music and Lyrics by Jesse Harris

Norah Jones - piano, vocals
Adam Levy - guitar
Lee Alexander - bass
Andrew Borger - drums

Lines on your face don't bother me
Down in my chair when you dance over me
I can't help myself
I've got to see you again

Late in the night when I'm all alone
And I look at the clock
and I know you're not home
I can't help myself
I've got to see you again

I could almost go there
Just to watch you be seen
I could almost go there
Just to live in a dream

But no I won't go for any of those reasons
To not touch your skin is not why I sing
I can't help myself
I've got to see you again

I could almost go there
Just to watch you be seen
I could almost go there
Just to live in a dream

No I won't go to share you with them
But oh even though I know where you've been
I can't help myself
I've got to see you again

Music and Lyrics by Elliott Smith

Madeleine Peyroux – Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Dean Parks – Guitars
Larry Goldings – Piano
David Piltch – Bass
Jay Bellerose – Drums and Percussion

Drink up, baby
Stay up all night
Things you could do
You won't but you might
The potential you'll be
You'll never see
Promises you'll only make

Drink up with me now
And forget all about
Pressure of days
Do what I say
And I'll make you okay
And drive them away
Images stuck in your head

People you've been before
That you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still

Drink up, baby
Look at the stars.
And I'll kiss you again
Between the bars
Where I'm seeing you there
With your hands in the air
Waiting to finally be caught

Drink up one more time
And I'll make you mine
And keep you apart
Deep in my heart
Separate from the rest
Where I like you the best
Keep the things you forgot

The people you've been before
That you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still

Music by Fred E. Ahlert

Illinois Jacquet - tenor sax
"Slim Romero" Fats Navarro - trumpet
Ray Perry - alto sax
Leonard Feather - piano
Al Lucas - bass
Shadow Wilson - drums

Music by Joni Mitchell
Lyrics by Joni Mitchell

Norah Jones - vocals
Herbie Hancock - piano
Wayne Shorter – tenor and soprano sax
Dave Holland – bass
Lionel Loueke – guitar
Vinnie Colaiuta – drums

Love came to my door
With a sleeping roll
And a madman’s soul
He thought for sure I’d seen him
Dancing up a river in the dark
Looking for a woman
To court and spark

He was playing on the sidewalk
For passing change
When something strange happened
Glory train passed through him
So he buried the coins he made
In people’s park
And went looking for a woman
To court and spark

It seemed like he read my mind
He saw me mistrusting him
And still acting kind
He saw how I worried sometimes
I worry sometimes

All the guilty people, he said
They’ve all seen the stain-
On their daily bread
On their christian names
I cleared myself
I sacrificed my blues
And you could complete me
Id complete you

His eyes were the color of the sand
And the sea
And the more he talked to me
The more he reached me
But I couldn’t let go of L.A.
City of the fallen angels

Music and Lyrics by Art Ensemble of Chicago

Art Ensemble of Chicago:
Lester Bowie – trumpet, percussion instruments
Roscoe Mitchell – saxophones, clarinets, flute, percussion instruments
Malachi Favors Maghostut – bass, percussion instruments
Joseph Jarman – saxophones, clarinets, percussion instruments
Fontella Bass – vocals, piano
Don Moye – drums, percussion

Your head is like a yoyo,
your neck is like the string,
Your body's like a camembert
oozing from its skin.

Your fanny's like two sperm whales
floating down the Seine
Your voice is like a long fart
that's music to your brain.

Your eyes are two blind eagles
that kill what they can't see
Your hands are like two shovels
digging in me.

And your love is like an oil-well
Dig, dig, dig, dig it,
On the Champs-Elysees.

Music by Sam Jones

Carmen McRae – vocals
Norman Simmons – piano
Chuck Domanico – bass
Frank Severino - drums

I loved you so, since that first day
the angels let you leave and come my way
Don’t you see what a lost lady I’m liable to be?
If you never fall in love with me

I’m not the girl, I was before
cause now you own my heart for evermore
I’ll be a sail or a drift on an uncharged sea
If you never fall in love with me

If you come through, say that you’re mine
I’ll make your life one great big Valentine
We‘ll built a new love world for two
And we’ll find joys no lovers ever knew

I want to stay here by your side
and keep your arms forever occupied
Can’t you imagine how empty my future would be?
If you never fell in love with me

If you come through, say that you’re mine
I’ll make your life one great big Valentine
We‘ll built a new love world for two
And we’ll find joys no lovers ever knew

I said I wanna stay here by your side
and keep your arms forever occupied
Don’t you see what a lost lady I’m liable to be?
If you never fell in love with me

This little tragedy could turn into a rhapsody
With all my hopes sat in my world would tumble to ruin
And yet I see no reason we should let
They change as dream of romance
When all that need is a chance

Can’t you see what a lost lady I’m liable to be?
If you never fell in love with me
I’d live a life of ecstasy
If you ever fell in love with me…

Music by Miles Davis

Miles Davis - trumpet
John Coltrane - tenor sax
Wynton Kelly - piano
Jimmy Cobb - drums
& the Gill Evans Orchestra

Music by Burt Bacharach
Lyrics by Hal David

Diana Krall – piano, vocals
Anthony Wilson – guitar
John Clayton – bass
Jeff Hamilton – drums
Paulinho Da Costa – percussion
& Rio de Janeiro orchestra

If you see me walking down the street
and I start to cry each time we meet
walk on by
walk on by
make believe that you don't see the tears
just let me grieve in private
cause each time I see you
I break down and cry
walk on by.

I just can't get over losing you
and so if I seem broken and blue
walk on by
walk on by
foolish pride that's all that I have left
so let me hide the tears
and the sadness you gave me
when you said goodbye
walk on by.

Music by Nat Adderley

Cannonball Adderley - alto sax
Nat Adderley - cornet
Yusef Lateef - tenor sax, oboe, flute
Joe Zawinul - piano
Sam Jones - bass
Louis Hayes - drums

Music by Vernon Duke
Lyrics by John Latouche, Ted Fetter

Jane Monheit – vocals
Michael Kanan – piano
Orlando Le Fleming – bass
Rick Montalbano – drums
Miles Okazaki – guitar

Here I go again
I hear those trumpets blow again
All aglow again
Taking a chance on love
Here I stand again
About to beat the band again
Feeling grand again
Taking a chance on love
I thought that cards were a frame-up
I never would try
But Now I'm taking the game up
And the ace of hearts is high
Things are mending now
I see a rainbow blending now
We'll have a happy ending now
Taking a chance on love

Jack Teagarden - trombone
Marvin Ash – piano
Dale Jolly – tenor sax
Charlie Teagarden - trumpet
Jay St. John - clarinet
Ray Bauduc - drums
Kas Malone - bass

Music by Tom Waits
Lyrics by Tom Waits

Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight,
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping,
they went stark-raving mad,
And the cabbies were the only ones that really had it made
And his cold trousers were twisted,
and the sirens high and shrill,
And crumpled in his fist was a five-dollar bill
And the naked mannequins with their Cheshire grins,
And the raconteurs and roustabouts said "Buddy, come on in, 'cause
'Cause the dreams ain't broken down here now, they're walking with a limp
Now that Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight"

And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the burglar alarm's been disconnected,
And the newsmen start to rattle
And the cops are telling jokes about some whorehouse in Seattle
And the fire hydrants plead the Fifth Amendment
And the furniture is bargains galore
But the blood is by the jukebox on an old linoleum floor
And what a hot rain on Forty-Second Street,
And now the umbrellas ain't got a chance
And the newsboy's a lunatic with stains on his pants, 'cause
'Cause Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight

And no one's gone over to close his eyes
And there's a racing form in his pocket,
Circled "Blue Boots" in the third
And the cashier at the clothing store didn't say a word
As the siren tears the night in half, and someone lost his wallet
Well, a surveillance of assailance, it that's what you want to call it
And the whores hike up their skirts and fish for drug-store prophylactics
With their mouths cut just like razor blades and their eyes are like stilettos
And her radiator's steaming and her teeth are in a wreck, and nah,
She won't let you kiss her, but what the hell do you expect?
And the Gypsies are tragic and if you want to buy perfume,
Well, they'll bark you down like carneys, sell you Christmas cards in June, but
But Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight

And his headstone's a gumball machine,
No more chewing gum or baseball cards or overcoats or dreams
Someone's hosing down the sidewalk, and he's only in his teens, 'cause
'Cause Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight

And a fistful of dollars can't change that,
And someone copped his watch fob, and someone got his ring
And the newsboy got his porkpie Stetson hat
And the tuberculosis old men at the Nelson wheeze and cough
And someone will head south until this whole thing cools off, 'cause
'Cause Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight, yeah,
Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight

Music by Melody Gardot
Lyrics by Melody Gardot

My soul is a weary
My soul is a weary
My soul is a weary
I said my soul is a weary

My soul is a weary and beaten down from all of my misery
Oh Lord who will comfort me
My soul is a weary and beaten down from all of my misery
Oh Lord who will comfort me

Got a hold on my heart that keeps me bound
When the whole wide world is free
Oh Lord who will comfort me
Got a hold on my heart that keeps me bound
When the whole wide world is free
Oh Lord who will comfort me

My home is a wreckage
A family drowned in flight and poverty
Oh Lord who will comfort me
My home is a wreckage
A family drowned in flight and poverty
Oh Lord who will comfort me
Oh Lord who will comfort me

Music by Herbie Hancock

Herbie Hancock – piano
Freddie Hubbard – trumpet
Joe Henderson – tenor sax
Ron Carter – bass
Tony Williams – drums

Music by Neil Young
Lyrics by Neil Young

Come a little bit closer
Hear what I have to say
Just like children sleepin'
We could dream this night away.

But there's a full moon risin'
Let's go dancing in the light
We know where the music's playin'
Let's go out and feel the night.

Because I'm still in love with you
I want to see you dance again
Because I'm still in love with you
On this harvest moon.

When we were strangers
I watched you from afar
When we were lovers
I loved you with all my heart.

But now it's getting late
And the moon is climbing high
I want to celebrate
See it shining in your eye.

Because I'm still in love with you
I want to see you dance again
Because I'm still in love with you
On this harvest moon.

Music by Duke Ellington

John Coltrane - tenor sax
Duke Ellington - piano
Aaron Bell - bass
Elvin Jones - drums

Music by Kurt Weill
Lyrics by Bertolt Brecht

Oh, the shark has pearly teeth, dear
And he shows them, pearly white
Just a jack knife has Macheath, dear
And he keeps it out of sight

When the shark bites with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves though, wears Macheath, dear
So there's not a trace, not a trace of red

On a sidewalk, on a Sunday morning
Lies a body, oozin' life
Someone's sneaking 'round the corner
Tell me could it be, could it be, could it be
Mack the Knife?

There's a tugboat down by the river don't ya know
a cement bag's a-droopping down
Oh the cement's just for the weight, dear
bet you Macky's back in town

Ah, Louis Miller
That cabbie disappeared, dear
After drawin' out all his cash
And now MacHeath, he spends just like a sailor
Tell me, tell me did my boy do somethin' rash?

Oh, Sukey Tawdry and old Lucy Brown
{Louis Armstrong imitation}
Yes, the line forms on the right, dear
Thank you folks, look out ther Bobby Darin singing the same song now

Oh Bobby Darin, and Louis Armstrong
They made a record, oh but they did
And now Ella, Ella, and her fellas
We're making a wreck, what a wreck
such a wreck to this same old song

So, we've sung it
Yes, we've swung it
We've swung old Mack
We've swung old Mackie

And as for you people here
We told you look out, look out, look out
Old Macheath's back in town

Music by Thelonious Monk

Thelonious Monk - piano
Charlie Rose - tenor sax
Larry Gales - Bass
Ben Riley - Drums

Music by Jimmy McHugh
Lyrics by Dorothy Fields

Nat King Cole trio:
Nat King Cole - piano, vocals
Oscar Moore - guitar
Johnny Miller - double bass


I'm in the mood for love simply because you're near me
Funny but when you're near me, I'm in the mood for love.
Heaven is in your eyes, bright as the stars we're under,
Oh, is it any wonder, I'm in the mood for love.
Why stop to think of whether this little dream might fade,
We´ve put our hearts together - now we are one, I'm not afraid.
If there's a cloud above, if it should rain, we'll let it.
But for tonight forget it, I'm in the mood for love.