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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