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Quoi que tu fasses, je ne sais pas
ce que ca remplace
et derriere nous
c'est encore a l'ombre
faut-il encore qu'on raconte
que quelque chose nous revienne
faut-il qu'on soit seul sur terre,
ici aussi

Boire pour la soif, je ne sais pas
ce qui de nous deux restera
tu dis mais je ne regarde pas
je n'ai jamais vu la mer
mais j'en ai vu des noyes
comment fais-tu pour oublier,
pour oublier

Et la pluie qui revient dans nos voix
pas une chanson, je ne pense a toi
dans ce monde inhabitable
il vaut mieux danser sur les tables
a Port Coton qu'on se revoit
qu'on se revoit

Et quoi que je fasse,
je ne sais pas ce que ca remplace
et derriere nous,
c'est encore a l'ombre
aller aupres des phares
et la vie est sans fair
a Port Coton qu'on se revoit
dans ce monde inhabitable
il vaut mieux danser sur les tables
a Port Coton qu'on se revoit
qu'on se revoit...

Music by Dizzy Gillespie

Art Blakey - drums
Wayne Shorter - tenor sax
Lee Morgan - trumpet
Walter Davis Jr - piano
Jymie Merritt - bass

Thelonious Monk - piano
John Coltrane - tenor sax

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

Music by Dave Brubeck

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