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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.