tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69594344040970759562024-02-20T16:49:22.154+02:00FOREIGN AFFAIRStheachilleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909014628838907588noreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959434404097075956.post-89754048091548266392011-08-17T10:53:00.003+03:002011-08-17T11:01:53.015+03:00ZAZ - PORT COTON<iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aK2S1Y7XJNM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
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<br />Quoi que tu fasses, je ne sais pas
<br />ce que ca remplace
<br />et derriere nous
<br />c'est encore a l'ombre
<br />faut-il encore qu'on raconte
<br />que quelque chose nous revienne
<br />faut-il qu'on soit seul sur terre,
<br />ici aussi
<br />
<br />Boire pour la soif, je ne sais pas
<br />ce qui de nous deux restera
<br />tu dis mais je ne regarde pas
<br />je n'ai jamais vu la mer
<br />mais j'en ai vu des noyes
<br />comment fais-tu pour oublier,
<br />pour oublier
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<br />Et la pluie qui revient dans nos voix
<br />pas une chanson, je ne pense a toi
<br />dans ce monde inhabitable
<br />il vaut mieux danser sur les tables
<br />a Port Coton qu'on se revoit
<br />qu'on se revoit
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<br />Et quoi que je fasse,
<br />je ne sais pas ce que ca remplace
<br />et derriere nous,
<br />c'est encore a l'ombre
<br />aller aupres des phares
<br />et la vie est sans fair
<br />a Port Coton qu'on se revoit
<br />dans ce monde inhabitable
<br />il vaut mieux danser sur les tables
<br />a Port Coton qu'on se revoit
<br />qu'on se revoit...theachilleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909014628838907588noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959434404097075956.post-41030376397665547422011-06-20T10:38:00.003+03:002011-06-20T10:43:17.291+03:00Art Blakey & The Jazz Messengers - A Night In Tunisia<iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RvzrzZE2WwU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />Music by Dizzy Gillespie<br /><br />Art Blakey - drums<br />Wayne Shorter - tenor sax<br />Lee Morgan - trumpet<br />Walter Davis Jr - piano<br />Jymie Merritt - basstheachilleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909014628838907588noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959434404097075956.post-26813329907517169352011-04-30T18:17:00.001+03:002011-04-30T18:19:57.817+03:00THELONIOUS MONK AND JOHN COLTRANE - TRINKLE TINKLE<iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8cAnY_DyJB8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />Thelonious Monk - piano<br />John Coltrane - tenor saxtheachilleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909014628838907588noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959434404097075956.post-64169728405317615372011-03-25T13:43:00.001+02:002011-03-25T13:44:52.367+02:00WAYNE SHORTER - DELUGE<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/emxSSy5cZco" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />Wayne Shorter - tenor sax<br />McCoy Tyner - piano<br />Reggie Workman - bass<br />Elvin Jones - drumstheachilleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909014628838907588noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959434404097075956.post-16104883124211249392011-03-21T10:59:00.002+02:002011-03-21T11:04:26.158+02:00DAVE BRUBECK QUARTET - BLUE RONDO A LA TURK<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rH2aeRzO9xk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />Music by Dave Brubecktheachilleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909014628838907588noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959434404097075956.post-52878712307490732992011-01-15T22:06:00.000+02:002011-01-15T22:07:05.554+02:00FREDDY COLE - I'M NOT MY BROTHER, I'M ME<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E7sc1V02dLk?fs=1&hl=el_GR"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E7sc1V02dLk?fs=1&hl=el_GR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>theachilleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909014628838907588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959434404097075956.post-86194816660578600242011-01-12T11:53:00.000+02:002011-01-12T12:05:43.464+02:00JAMES TAYLOR QUARTET - DIRTY HARRY THEME<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aT2w3M-_Slk?fs=1&hl=el_GR"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aT2w3M-_Slk?fs=1&hl=el_GR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>theachilleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909014628838907588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959434404097075956.post-74656317836251991632010-12-19T20:14:00.001+02:002010-12-19T20:20:53.740+02:00ZAZ - EBLOUIE PAR LA NUIT<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BSIdvU89z6o?fs=1&hl=el_GR"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BSIdvU89z6o?fs=1&hl=el_GR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Eblouie par la nuit à coup de lumière mortelle<br />à frôler les bagnoles<br />les yeux comme des têtes d'épingles<br />j't'ai attendu 100 ans<br />dans les rues en noir et blanc<br />tu es venu en sifflant<br />Eblouie par la nuit à coup de lumière mortelle<br />à shooter les canettes,<br />aussi paumée qu'un navire<br />si j'en ai perdu la tête,<br />j't'ai aimé et même pire<br />tu es venu en sifflant<br />Eblouie par la nuit à coup de lumière mortelle<br />a-t-il aimé la vie ou la regarder juste passer<br />d'un ennui de plus naître,<br />il ne reste presque rien<br />que des cendres au matin<br />Quand on est trop rempli des vertiges de la vie<br />à la prochaine station petit européen<br />descends-là descends-là au dessous de mon coeur<br />Eblouie par la nuit à coup de lumière mortelle<br />un dernier tour de piste avec la mer au bout<br />j't'ai attendu 100ans dans les rues en noir et blanc<br />tu es venu en sifflanttheachilleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909014628838907588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959434404097075956.post-16244888143701106732010-12-02T21:25:00.001+02:002010-12-02T21:26:57.543+02:00KATIE MELUA - BLUES IN THE NIGHT<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GInlcSrvpL8?fs=1&hl=el_GR"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GInlcSrvpL8?fs=1&hl=el_GR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />My mamma done told me<br />When I was in pigtails<br />My mamma done told me, "hon<br />A man is a two-face<br />He'll give you the big eye<br />And when the sweet talking's done<br />A man is a two-face<br />A worrisome thing who'll leave you to sing<br />The blues in the night."<br /><br />Now the rains a-fallin'<br />Hear the trains a-callin', "whooee!"<br />Hear the lonesome whistle<br />Blowin' across the trestle, "whooee!"<br />A-whooee-ah-whooee, clickety-clack<br />Comes echoing back<br />The blues in the night<br /><br />From natchez to mobile<br />From memphis to st. Joe<br />Wherever the four winds blow<br />I've been in some big towns<br />And heard me some big talk<br />But there is one thing I know<br />A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing who'll leave you to sing<br />The blues in the night<br /><br />My mamma done told me<br />When I was in pig tails<br />My mamma done told me, "hon<br />A man is a two-face<br />He'll give you the big eye<br />And when the sweet talking's done<br />A man is a two-face<br />A worrisome thing<br />Who'll leave you to sing<br />The blues in the nighttheachilleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909014628838907588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959434404097075956.post-23372250108619910152010-10-27T23:24:00.002+03:002010-10-27T23:42:11.906+03:00STAN GETZ - AUTUMN LEAVES<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pnxeKl-Kbqw?fs=1&hl=el_GR"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pnxeKl-Kbqw?fs=1&hl=el_GR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Music by Joseph Kosmatheachilleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909014628838907588noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959434404097075956.post-37505624748175327662010-10-25T21:40:00.001+03:002010-10-25T21:44:47.828+03:00NORAH JONES - YOUNG BLOOD<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Bn96e5P2co?fs=1&hl=el_GR"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Bn96e5P2co?fs=1&hl=el_GR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Music and Lyrics by Norah Jones & Mike Martin<br /><br />I'll pretend my heart's not on fire<br />If you steal my true love's name<br />Broke down subway in this city of spires<br />Tape your picture over his in the frame<br /><br />We'll imagine we're sleeping revolvers<br />Shotgun wedding in a strange SoHo<br />Our chambers hold silvery collars<br />Gun down werewolves wherever we go<br />We gun down werewolves wherever we go<br /><br />Midnight phone calls in the back of a Mustang<br />Creased white pages torn right from the spine<br />Kissed my neck with a crooked, cracked fang<br />You always hoped one day you'd be mine<br /><br />Threw our fathers on funeral pyres<br />I'm not sure that we were playing a game<br />Busted gasket in a field full of liars<br />No one noticed we set five boroughs aflame<br />No one noticed we set five boroughs aflame<br /><br />Young blood<br />Young bone<br />Old ghosts<br />Go home<br /><br />Band of gold with a diamond implied<br />You wrote letters that you never sent<br />I made promises I'll always deny<br />Now we'll never know what the other meant<br /><br />Watch is ticking like a heartbeat gone berserk<br />Lost the chance to wind the key<br />Roosters are nothing but clucking clockwork<br />Our fears are only what we tell them to be<br />Our fears are only what we tell them to be<br /><br />Drown the last of our matches<br />Burn the rest of each other<br />You were strongest when I ached for breath<br />Through the thick of smoke we'll finally smother<br /><br />Young blood<br />Young bone<br />Old ghosts<br />Go hometheachilleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909014628838907588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959434404097075956.post-32463232950409200472010-10-16T10:25:00.002+03:002010-10-16T10:29:00.370+03:00TOM WAITS - HEART ATTACK AND VINE<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C49H3aWdiK8?fs=1&hl=el_GR"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C49H3aWdiK8?fs=1&hl=el_GR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Music and Lyrics by Tom Waits<br /><br /><br />liar liar with your pants on fire,<br />white spades hangin' on the telephone<br />wire, gamblers reevaluate along the dotted line,<br />you'll never recognize<br />yourself on heartattack and vine.<br /><br />doctor lawyer beggar man thief,<br />philly joe remarkable looks on in disbelief,<br />if you want a taste of madness,<br />you'll have to wait in line, you'll probably<br />see someone you know on heartattack and vine.<br /><br />boney's high on china white, shorty found a punk,<br />don't you know there ain't<br />no devil, there's just god when he's drunk,<br />well this stuff will probably kill<br />you, let's do another line,<br />what you say you meet me down<br />on heartattack and vine.<br /><br />better off in iowa against your scrambled eggs,<br />than crawling down cahuenga on a broken pair of legs,<br />you'll find your ignorance is blissful every goddamn time,<br />your're waitin' for the rtd <br />on heartattack and vine.theachilleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909014628838907588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959434404097075956.post-47244775894625183382010-10-09T22:48:00.001+03:002010-10-09T22:50:35.361+03:00WAYNE SHORTER - JUJU<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fdDbkrK79_I?fs=1&hl=el_GR"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fdDbkrK79_I?fs=1&hl=el_GR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Music by Wayne Shorter<br /><br />Wayne Shorter - tenor sax<br />McCoy Tyner - piano<br />Reggie Workman - bass<br />Elvin Jones - drumstheachilleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909014628838907588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959434404097075956.post-84275256131694414732010-09-27T20:18:00.002+03:002010-09-27T20:20:31.359+03:00MILES DAVIS - STELLA BY STARLIGHT<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9h6cEVW0Bqg?fs=1&hl=el_GR"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9h6cEVW0Bqg?fs=1&hl=el_GR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Music by Victor Young<br /><br />Miles Davis - trumpet<br />John Coltrane - tenor sax<br />Cannonball Adderlay - alto sax<br />Bill Evans - piano<br />Paul Chambers - bass<br />Jimmy Cobb - drumstheachilleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909014628838907588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959434404097075956.post-40575037414045787152010-09-18T11:37:00.000+03:002010-09-18T11:38:00.588+03:00JOHN COLTRANE - EQUINOX<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5m2HN2y0yV8?fs=1&hl=el_GR"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5m2HN2y0yV8?fs=1&hl=el_GR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>theachilleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909014628838907588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959434404097075956.post-74084807147767108442010-08-25T23:41:00.002+03:002010-08-25T23:42:23.276+03:00TOM WAITS - WHO ARE YOU<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nFFjaCJ1pa4?fs=1&hl=el_GR"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nFFjaCJ1pa4?fs=1&hl=el_GR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Music and Lyrics by Tom Waits and Kathleen Brennan<br /><br /><br />Well, they're lining up<br />To mad dog your tilta whirl<br />3 shots for a dollar<br />Win a real live doll<br />All the lies that you tell<br />I believed them so well. take them back<br />Take them back to your red house<br />For that fearful leap into the dark<br />I did my time<br />In the jail of your arms<br />Now ophelia wants to know<br />Where she should turn<br />Tell me...what did you do<br />What did you do the last time?<br />Why dont you do that<br />Go on ahead and take this the wrong way<br />Times not your friend<br />Do you cry. do you pray<br />Do you wish them away<br />Do you still leave nothing<br />But bones in the way<br />Did you bury the carnival<br />Lions and all<br />Excuse me while I sharpen my nails<br />And just who are you this time?<br />You look rather tired<br />(who drinks from your shoe)<br />Are you pretending to love<br />Well I hear that it pays well<br />How do your pistol and your Bible and your<br />Sleeping pills go?<br />Are you still jumping out of windows in expensive clothes?<br />Well I fell in love<br />With your sailors mouth and your wounded eyes<br />You better get down on the floor<br />Dont you know this is war<br />Tell me who are you this time?<br />Tell me who are you this time?theachilleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909014628838907588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959434404097075956.post-23476962440498869732010-08-22T19:16:00.001+03:002010-08-22T19:19:15.666+03:00JOE HENDERSON - ONCE I LOVED<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rJxHFW2S-Eo?fs=1&hl=el_GR"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rJxHFW2S-Eo?fs=1&hl=el_GR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Music by Antonio Carlos Jobim<br /><br />Joe Henderson - tenor sax<br />Oscar Castro Neves - guitartheachilleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909014628838907588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959434404097075956.post-88634573651026664392010-08-21T13:33:00.002+03:002010-08-21T13:35:16.718+03:00FRANK SINATRA - MY WAY<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T6ya7ZRlrEo?fs=1&hl=el_GR"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T6ya7ZRlrEo?fs=1&hl=el_GR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Music by Claude Francois and Jacques Revaux<br />Lyrics by Paul Anka<br /><br />And now, the end is near,<br />And so I face the final curtain.<br />My friends, I'll say it clear;<br />I'll state my case of which I'm certain.<br /><br />I've lived a life that's full -<br />I've travelled each and every highway.<br />And more, much more than this,<br />I did it my way.<br /><br />Regrets? I've had a few,<br />But then again, too few to mention.<br />I did what I had to do<br />And saw it through without exemption.<br /><br />I planned each charted course -<br />Each careful step along the byway,<br />And more, much more than this,<br />I did it my way.<br /><br />Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew,<br />When I bit off more than I could chew,<br />But through it all, when there was doubt,<br />I ate it up and spit it out.<br />I faced it all and I stood tall<br />And did it my way.<br /><br />I've loved, I've laughed and cried,<br />I've had my fill - my share of losing.<br />But now, as tears subside,<br />I find it all so amusing.<br /><br />To think I did all that,<br />And may I say, not in a shy way -<br />Oh no. Oh no, not me.<br />I did it my way.<br /><br />For what is a man? What has he got?<br />If not himself - Then he has naught.<br />To say the things he truly feels<br />And not the words of one who kneels.<br />The record shows I took the blows<br />And did it my way.<br /><br />Yes, it was my way.theachilleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909014628838907588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959434404097075956.post-46441340306314020022010-08-20T13:03:00.001+03:002010-08-20T13:04:51.228+03:00COLE PORTER - ANYTHING GOES<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3aeQ3DmKU7A?fs=1&hl=el_GR"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3aeQ3DmKU7A?fs=1&hl=el_GR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Music and Lyrics by Cole Porter<br /><br />Times have changed,<br />And we've often rewound the clock,<br />Since the Puritans got a shock,<br />When they landed on Plymouth Rock.<br />If today,<br />Any shock they should try to stem,<br />'Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock,<br />Plymouth Rock would land on them.<br /><br />In olden days a glimpse of stocking<br />Was looked on as something shocking,<br />But now, God knows,<br />Anything Goes.<br /><br />Good authors too who once knew better words,<br />Now only use four letter words<br />Writing prose, Anything Goes.<br /><br />If driving fast cars you like,<br />If low bars you like,<br />If old hymns you like,<br />If bare limbs you like,<br />If Mae West you like<br />Or me undressed you like,<br />Why, nobody will oppose!<br />When every night,<br />The set that's smart<br />Is intruding in nudist parties in studios,<br />Anything Goes.<br /><br />When Missus Ned Mclean (God bless her)<br />can get Russian Reds to 'Yes' her,<br />then I suppose<br />anything goes!<br />When Rockefeller still can hoard enough<br />money to let Max Gordon<br />produce his shows,<br />anything goes!<br /><br />The world has gone mad today,<br />and good's bad today,<br />and black's white today,<br />and day's night today,<br />and that gent today<br />you gave a cent today<br />once had several chateaux.<br /><br />When folks who still can ride in jitneys<br />find out bilts and Whitneys<br />Lack baby Clo'es,<br />Anything goes!<br /><br />When Sam Goldwyn can with great conviction<br />instruct Anna Sten in diction,<br />then Anna shows,<br />Anything goes!<br /><br />When you hear that Lady Mendl standing up<br />now does a handspring landing up --<br />on her toes<br />Anything goes!<br /><br />Just think of those shocks you've got<br />and those knocks you've got<br />and those blues you've got<br />from those news you've got<br />and those pains you've got<br />(If any brains you've got)<br />from those little radios.<br /><br />So Missus R., with all her trimmin's,<br />can broadcast a bed from Simmons<br />'cause Franklin knows,<br />anything goes!theachilleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909014628838907588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959434404097075956.post-56357347823707916402010-08-19T08:00:00.001+03:002010-08-19T08:03:42.658+03:00CARMEN McRAE - ALL THE THINGS YOU ARE<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TC_tLw7Ztlk?fs=1&hl=el_GR"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TC_tLw7Ztlk?fs=1&hl=el_GR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Music by Jerome Kern<br />Lyrics by Oscar Hammerstein II<br /><br />Time and again I’ve longed for adventure,<br />Something to make my heart beat the faster.<br />What did I long for? I never really knew.<br />Finding your love I’ve found my adventure,<br />Touching your hand, my heart beats the faster,<br />All that I want in all of this world is you.<br /><br />You are the promised kiss of springtime<br />That makes the lonely winter seem long.<br />You are the breathless hush of evening<br />That trembles on the brink of a lovely song.<br />You are the angel glow that lights a star,<br />The dearest things I know are what you are.<br />Some day my happy arms will hold you,<br />And some day I’ll know that moment divine,<br />When all the things you are, are mine!theachilleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909014628838907588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959434404097075956.post-69423851547424431072010-08-18T07:57:00.002+03:002010-08-18T08:00:58.597+03:00TAL FARLOW - TENDERLY<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mi4HgE3mtoM?fs=1&hl=el_GR"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mi4HgE3mtoM?fs=1&hl=el_GR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Music by Walter Gross<br /><br />Tal Farlow - guitar<br />Red Norvo- vibraphone<br />Red Mitchell - basstheachilleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909014628838907588noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959434404097075956.post-76003546172951527432010-08-17T07:48:00.002+03:002010-08-17T08:03:25.266+03:00DIANA KRALL - PICK YOURSELF UP<object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_p_JxDGVqXg?fs=1&hl=el_GR"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_p_JxDGVqXg?fs=1&hl=el_GR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Music by Jerome Kern<br />Lyrics by Dorothy Fields<br /><br />Nothing's impossible I have found<br />For when my chin is on the ground<br />I pick myself up, dust myself off, start all over again<br /><br />Don't lose your confidence if you slip<br />Be grateful for a pleasant trip<br />And pick yourself up, dust yourself off and start all over again<br /><br />Work like a soul inspired till the battle of the day is won<br />You may be sick and tired but you'll be a man my son<br />Don't you remember the famous man who had to fall to rise again?<br />They picked themselves up, dust themselves off and started all over againtheachilleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909014628838907588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959434404097075956.post-40587780700493546602010-08-15T18:59:00.002+03:002010-08-15T19:05:35.000+03:00RENEE OLSTEAD - IS YOU OR IS YOU AIN'T MY BABY<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1IQKZTPFVAM?fs=1&hl=el_GR"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1IQKZTPFVAM?fs=1&hl=el_GR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Music and Lyrics by Louis Jordan and Billy Austin <br /><br />Oh, I got a man that's always late<br />Any time we have a date<br />But I love him<br />Yes I love him<br /><br />So I'm gonna walk up to his gate<br />See if we can get it straight<br />Cause I want him<br />Yeah I intend to have him<br />I'll just ask him<br /><br />Is you is or is you ain't my baby<br />Well, the way you're acting lately, well it makes me doubt<br />You were still my baby, baby<br />But it seems like my flame in your heart, well it's just gone out<br /><br />A man is a creature<br />That has always been strange<br />Just when you're sure of one<br />You'll find that he's gone and made a change<br /><br />Is you is or is you ain't my baby<br />Well, maybye my baby found somebody new<br />Or is my baby still my baby tootheachilleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909014628838907588noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959434404097075956.post-64169757681836098272010-08-14T10:22:00.002+03:002010-08-14T10:32:15.897+03:00MARY STALLINGS - I JUST DROPPED BY TO SAY HELLO<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lmX3dzJzMEs?fs=1&hl=el_GR"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lmX3dzJzMEs?fs=1&hl=el_GR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Music and Lyrics by Sid Feller and Rick Ward<br /><br />Mary Stallings - vocals<br />Rickey Woodard - tenor sax<br />Harry "Sweets" Edison - trumpet<br />Gerald Wiggins - piano<br />Ron Escherte - guitar<br />Andy Simpkins - bass<br />Paul Humphrey - drumstheachilleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909014628838907588noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959434404097075956.post-22121416363708112782010-08-13T00:21:00.002+03:002010-08-13T00:24:47.026+03:00HENRY RED ALLEN - ROSETTA<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aBF-6KDkGLE?fs=1&hl=el_GR"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aBF-6KDkGLE?fs=1&hl=el_GR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Henry Red Allen - trumpet, vocals<br />Al Cay - tenor sax<br />Roy Crimmins - trombone<br />Fred Hunt - piano<br />Ron Mathewson - bass<br />Lennie Hastings - drums<br />Jimmy Douglas - guitartheachilleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909014628838907588noreply@blogger.com0