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The Cole Porter Mix Lyrics

They say that I don't know love I say, yes, I do They say they are counting Love I say, I am too They mark the years with rings Like a tree, they say I count on smaller things Minutes, seconds, days… __ I wait for late afternoon and you The industrious bunch Through breakfast and lunch Parlay a hedge fun hunge Or two I wait for late afternoon and you The Monday sun softly pales By two Though the bulk of the clerks Thinking diligence works For pension and perks outdo I wait for late afternoon and you If we agree to meet at three The concierge and I will see The shades are drawn The staff is skilled Our lunch prepared The champagne chilled And if we skip the duck confit Your arms and lips will reach For me These walls were meant Never to speak Of souls content Within the week So on this late afternoon With you Other salesmen reserve All the rumors they've heard That this fool may deserve a A review And still I wait and I wait for you I wait for late afternoon an Do you think of me like snow Cool, slippery, and white? Do you think of me like jazz As hip, as black, as night? Do think of me like linen Summer sheets on which You sleep? Do you think of me like ink Skinny words you want to keep? Do you think of me like fat Irresistible as cream On your lips, on your hips Like chocolate, like a dream? Oh, to be the moon! The diamond you can't resist The space between the stars Do you think of me like this? Do you think of me like crack Illegally refined Sunglasses for your eyes? Do you think that love is blind? Do you think of me like salt? Do you taste me in your tears? Do you thik of me like oil Filthy rich, my dear? I think of you like food I think of you like wine I shouldn't like my fingers I'm drinking all the time I think of you like paint Flesh tones and pink I think of you like rhyme So much it makes me think I'm mad about you Do you think of me like sand Warm, southern, and fine? Take me with you in the dark In secret, in your mind Do you think of me like snow School starting in the fall? Do you think of me in spring? Do you think of me at all? will He kiss her on New Year's Eve after the last guests leave then kiss her again, will He peek in the mirror while She knowing He's watching her tease stripping the gown with ease bare as the New Year She so in love with her is He slipping into her dreams rocking her gently to sleep hale as the dawn is He so in love with him is She will [...]

The Cole Porter Mix Lyrics2024-03-28T17:58:27+00:00

The Premonition Years Lyrics

the perfect shade of lipstick a red that belies insouciance carefully weaved into a style eyeliner drawn with an artisan's hand replication makes perfection she's just a button short of trash matching toes and fingers the peek-a-boo shoe manipulation as subtle as the perfume a South Beach tan under a sun-streaked do orchestration and precision the girl works harder than you primitive inspiration packaged in modern disguise disposition permitting a glimpse of the thigh masculine resolve with a feminine plan domination and submission she smells the gas then lights the match stylish deliberation the chattel of Calvin Klein obsession calculation of color and design glamour defined by supply and demand education and graduation she's just a culture short of class a moment of indecision cool wind from the edge of the cliff intoxication feels like love when it looks like this if Truth is the price for a superficial charm the night is laughing watching us turn absolutely nothing into form the season changed and the sky turned gray without the sun there is no night, or day the hours stack like sand in a glass i suppose i should sleep till spring like the grass but there's reason to believe that spring won't arrive there's reason to fear that when you left, I died when i look in the mirror, my face is too white when i check for a pulse, i'm afraid of the quiet definition is blurred by the shadows of white movement is stalled by the absence of light i can't bear the cold without the heat of my blood i can't find my heart without the warmth of your love If i start to cry the tears freeze on my face If i start to smile my skin cracks in place if i start to scream the snow buries the sound i slip on the ice that covers the ground like a snowman, with arms open wide i'll remember the spring i'll remember the light i'm petrified, like stone in the cold but i'll wait forever, frozen, and alone if i were blue like David Hockney’s pool dive into me and glide under a California sky inside your mouth and nose and eyes am I if i were blue like Edward Hopper’s afternoon lift the sash to air the breeze left my summer flush your cheek lie supine beneath the soft and gentle season would that this were that this is more like black dark as darkest indigo sickly sweet and ripe like nothing smothering light bring on the pelting rain palpable sensual pain like Goya in his studio in the thick of night absence is dull and silent if i were blue a pale Picasso blue as beauty is to sorrow let me cover you in sleep and in your melancholy i would give you peace if i were blue when i smile do my eyes scramble and scan off center as the question direct? does the corner of my [...]

The Premonition Years Lyrics2024-03-28T17:58:27+00:00

Mythologies Lyrics

verse should I leave Erebus to his own device what Chaos when the curtain rises and the houselights dim with whitecake on my face the actress backstage contemplates laying a Universal egg still a broken heart is a broken heart and Illumination is in fact Performance chorus In the dark In the cold In the sky I can fly I am old But I can see For miles And miles I am silver I am gold I am white I am blue I am rock I am chaste I am time I am truth When twilight falls among the stars I sit and tinker with your moods I hear your thoughts I move the tides I am your God I am your Muse I can be fire I can be war I am the daughter of Zeus But tonight there won't be light 'cause I can't shine without you Downright tired in this winter white Though my best sleep is dressed in black Ample hours to dream, still I lack Repose, and wander through the night A drink or two, blackjack straight through Till dawn, ever unrequited love Nothing brings peace, Heaven above Send Morpheus to me, for I am due Will you sing softly? Will you keep Watch as the light begins to wane? Steadfast and sweet, will you remain God of my dreams, and let me sleep? cold as stone, possessor of bone-chilling beauty I, alone, wanting but not wanting to be scratching and clawing at this waiting for something to give so give me a sign a shiver, a sigh a look in your eye a reason to live fantasy still captor and captive are we strangers until desire and goddess intrigue a slanting and movement of hips a flush, a warmth of the skin as night falls I wait for breath, for fate the sweet salty taste pressing lips on lips unrequited love is what I know of love spellbound I will stay imagination may be for fools imagination may be cruel to be kind at the end of the day ivory girl chiseled and cooler than clay icy reserve is provocation. will you betray eyes that linger and hold too fast? if you stumble, if the mask should crumble or fall warm blooded after all the longer you stall so shall I last Verse Everything is food, everything is fair game. The second it's gone is the second I crave more animal, vegetable, mineral feed, more fodder, more fuel, more cake and ice cream. In Scythia, where the pickings are slim, I'm gorgeous and grateful it's "in" to be thin. Wan and pale, I court emaciation in high style and endless mastication. With cheekbones and ribs that tighten my skin, wildly attractive and seductive as sin, the closer you come, the more you want me, the more you want, the more you want to be free. There's no slaking of thirst, no quenching of need, and there's never, ever enough to [...]

Mythologies Lyrics2024-03-28T17:58:27+00:00

Live: A Fortnight In France Lyrics

did you ever think a piano could fall on your head? do you look over your shoulder at all? on the dark side of passion comes a taste for revenge in the night is there a rustle just under your bed? are the bolts dead? is the phone live? are you wide, wide awake? are you surprised a battle-ax has an ax to grind? it's tit for tat and all's fair in love a mercenary man with a dutiful wife the tables have turned the plot is prime are the lights on? cause the bet's off are you wide, wide awake? i gotcha comin' i gotcha goin' the IRS is on your tail a private dick is in your mail your edifice is starting to crack and peel your girlfriend is starting to panic and steal whatever's left of a small piece of a small pie of a small man with a much smaller life did you mistake "fat and happy" for stupid and blind? do you know that I knew from the start? a tooth for a tooth an eye for an eye this taxidermist has skinned you alive are the dogs in? cause the cat's out are you wide, wide awake? refrain (adapted from poem by Verlaine) Dansons la gigue! J'aimais surtout ses jolies yeux Plus clairs que l'etoile des cieux J'aimais ses yeux malicieux Dansons la gigue! Elle avait des facons vraiment De desoler un pauvre amant, Que c'en etait vraiment charmant! Dansons la gigue! Mais je trouve encore meilleur Le baiser de sa bouche en fleur Depuis qu'elle est morte a mom coeur Dansons la gigue! Je me souviens, je me souviens Des heures et des entretiens Et c'est le meilleur de mes biens Dansons la gigue! there's a piece on the chair a piece in the hall a nice piece of me stuck to the wall divide and conquer the jigsaw in you has left me asunder all over the room there's a piece by the clock clinging awkwardly to time there's a piece at the piano clinging stubbornly to rhyme there's a fun piece of me in a crack in the floor an innocent piece who walked out the door BRIDGE call me a doctor or a structural engineer draft me a past and a future that consent to adhere give me a pill that makes cohesion a pharmacological thing bring me the tape and the twine the blueprint design to fit that scraps and the threads to the feet and the legs there's a piece that was pretty for a moment or two but my mouth and my lips are somehow askew a piece of a hero is behind the TV the piece with the glue is looking for pieces of me there's a piece in Detroit a piece in LA New York is a critic she's funny that way there's a piece prone to panic a big piece is blue all the pieces agree the best piece went with [...]

Live: A Fortnight In France Lyrics2024-03-28T17:58:27+00:00

Verse Lyrics

should I leave Erebus to his own device? what Chaos when the curtains rises and the houselights dim with whitecake on my face the actress backstage contemplates laying a Universal egg still a broken heart is a broken heart and illumination is in fact Performance in the dark in the cold in the sky i can fly i am old but i can see for miles and miles i am silver i am gold i am white i am blue i am rock i am chaste i am time i am truth when twilight falls among the stars i sit and tinker with your moods i hear your thoughts i move the tides i am your God i am your Muse i can be fire i can be war i am the daughter of Zeus but tonight there won't be light cause I can't shine without you but tonight there won't be light cause I can't shine without you where is the green in the leaf? where is the movement in the molecules? where is the up in the beat? where is the thrill in the chill of the night? where is the bee in the sting? when did the earth lose circumference? when did the map lose relief? where is the salt in the tear in my eye? where is the gold in the pot? where is the sense in the common? where is the time in the rag? where is the play in the vein of the game? where is the soul in the food? where did the second hand slacken? when did the burn lose the sun? where is the dawn in the break if the day? i'm lost in this love where is the ring in the truth? where is the pearl in the oyster? where is the pillow in the talk? where is the friend in the girl and the boy? where is the heart in the ache? where is the snap in the dragon? when did the dust lose the star? when did the mind lose the peace and the frame? where is the cream in the ice? where is the sky in the scraper? where is the home in the run? where is the wind and the town and the down? where is the grand in the slam? where is the sweet in the bitter? when did the tap lose the dance? when did the night lose the good and the gown? i'm lost in this love i'm lost in this love i'm lost, lost, lost in this love the moment slips by in silence like dying in your sleep peripheral vision could save you if the movement weren't so fleet like the burning smell of flesh before the brain records the heat the flash of an explosion the second before defeat if Truth could sound a warning instead of stealing in the night if blunder would blaze like neon or a Christmas tree with lights if words spoken in [...]

Verse Lyrics2024-03-28T17:58:27+00:00

Companion Lyrics

lord, let it rain i can't stand the lie of a blue sky one more day can't you make the pitter, patter sweet teardrop splatter against my windowpane c'mon, bring down the sky let those clouds and me have a good cry let it rain lord let it rain take away the glare of the empty shape of the day can't you make that liquid fly, bubbles rise, heatwave die, the water slip and slide me away your sun makes me feel like a fool god your weather just don't match my mood let it rain let the thunder crack, let the lightning snap the tension of a long, dry afternoon wash away the time, cover me in shadow, then forgive me for lying in bed listening to the rain fall on my roof lord let it rain i can't stand the sound of the silent sun on my face can't you make those downtown hopping, grocery shopping perky, plodding, cheerful folks go away c'mon bring on the flood let my soul have its day in the mud let it rain c'mon bring down the sky and let those clouds and me have a good cry, let it rain the perfect shade of lipstick a red that belies insouciance carefully weaved into a style eyeliner drawn with an artisan's hand replication makes perfection she's just a button short of trash matching toes and fingers the peek-a-boo shoe manipulation as subtle as the perfume a South Beach tan under a sun-streaked do orchestration and precision the girl works harder than you primitive inspiration packaged in modern disguise disposition permitting a glimpse of the thigh masculine resolve with a feminine plan domination and submission she smells the gas then lights the match stylish deliberation the chattel of Calvin Klein obsession calculation of color and design glamour defined by supply and demand education and graduation she's just a culture short of class a moment of indecision cool wind from the edge of the cliff intoxication feels like love when it looks like this if Truth is the price for a superficial charm the night is laughing watching us turn absolutely nothing into form an altered scale to slap and tickle a dilettante's Muse a passing chord to woo the flatted five "Blue ‘n Green" to inspire a tired guitarist who dares to reharmonize a contract stacked to deliver payment when there's ice in June white guys with accountants and company stock a road where the kindness of strangers will have to do in cities that Glamour forgot a Flat Foot Floosey with a gentleman's tongue in her ear a software Don reminiscing to the office pack back-lit bottles, hard surface reflection of the aging frat boy's concern with girls and cash a phone, a drunk, and a beeper as chorus in this Rhapsody an epic poem of romance and decay a sunglass projection of a bittersweet choice made long ago to turn night into day is the real thing or [...]

Companion Lyrics2024-03-28T17:58:27+00:00

Modern Cool Lyrics

the perfect shade of lipsticka red that beliesinsouciancecarefully weaved into a styleeyeliner drawn with an artisan’s handreplication makes perfectionshe’s just a button short of trashmatching toes and fingersthe peek-a-boo shoemanipulationas subtle as the perfumea South Beach tan under a sun-streaked doorchestration and precisionthe girl works harder than youprimitive inspirationpackaged in modern disguisedispositionpermitting a glimpse of the thighmasculine resolve with a feminine plandomination and submissionshe smells the gas then lights the matchstylish deliberationthe chattel of Calvin Kleinobsessioncalculation of color and designglamour defined by supply and demandeducation and graduationshe’s just a culture short of classa moment of indecisioncool wind from the edge of the cliffintoxicationfeels like love when it looks like thisif Truth is the price for a superficial charmthe night is laughingwatching us turn absolutely nothing into form the season changed and the sky turned gray without the sun there is no night, or day the hours stack like sand in a glass i suppose i should sleep till spring like the grass but there's reason to believe that spring won't arrive there's reason to fear that when you left, I died when i look in the mirror, my face is too white when i check for a pulse, i'm afraid of the quiet definition is blurred by the shadows of white movement is stalled by the absence of light i can't bear the cold without the heat of my blood i can't find my heart without the warmth of your love If i start to cry the tears freeze on my face If i start to smile my skin cracks in place if i start to scream the snow buries the sound i slip on the ice that covers the ground like a snowman, with arms open wide i'll remember the spring i'll remember the light i'm petrified, like stone in the cold but i'll wait forever, frozen, and alone no one must know no one to call but for the lipstick and perfume there would be no trace here of me at all blinded by your tenderness crushed beneath your kiss i'm your silent partner in this a ghost in this room waiting for you but for the naked desire that promises to shelter a love-sick fool lost inside your wilderness exiled by your kiss i'm your silent partner in this intoxicated on the violence of this fire feeding the greed that burns my fingertips suffocated on the sweetest brutality and the warmth and breath and whisper of a liar nowhere to go beg me to stay can't you hide the kindness in your eyes that leaves me bleeding on and on this way? blinded by your tenderness crushed beneath your kiss i'm your silent partner in this for company i like lots of MTV stylish imagery, advised, connived, and contrived to take me far away from me i like a cell-phone conversation short enough to slip in the cracks of the call-waiting-generation i like a foreign film or two if that's what everyone else likes [...]

Modern Cool Lyrics2024-03-28T17:58:27+00:00

Cafe Blue Lyrics

The bluest morning ever broke today forego the nighttime find the moon in the afternoon cry all day one is forgiven much too soon Another year has come and gone my way my blood is thicker showing signs of pathology fast on the track to decay remorse as company here to stay I need you I lost you What a shame The smoky faces lost in this café their lips forever chat a grey uniformity cry all day amazing lethargy here to stay I need you I lost you What a shame no sunrise no coffee What a shame No seaside no poets, no backbeat no lover, no mother no mainline, no downtime What a shame "Here is something definite, something real. Thus, waking from a midnight dream of horror, one hastily turns on the light and lies quiescent, worshiping the chest of drawers, worshiping solidity, worshiping reality, worshiping the im- personal world which is a proof of some existence other than ours. That is what one wants to be sure of .... Wood is a pleasant thing to think about." "The Mark on the Wall" Virginia Woolf I've got a brain that's black and blue a waking state that feels like slumber can't find guitars that scream like you a raw desire that pulls me under This is too rich for my blood Inside the cold of small success the chilling glare of younger failure a stranger turns away the rest and finds in me a well-worn savior This is too rich for my blood A heart that's torn, a sun still shines a broken man finds strength to labor a memory that's past it's prime will burn my frozen nights forever This is too rich for my blood I've got a brain that's black and blue a waking state that feels like slumber can't find guitars that scream like you a raw desire that pulls me under This is too rich for my blood Inside the cold of small success the chilling glare of younger failure a stranger turns away the rest and finds in me a well-worn savior This is too rich for my blood A heart that's torn, a sun still shines a broken man finds strength to labor a memory that's past it's prime will burn my frozen nights forever This is too rich for my blood

Cafe Blue Lyrics2024-03-28T17:58:27+00:00

The Premonition Years 1994 – 2002 Box Set

CURRENTLY OUT OF PRINT Includes: Over 190 minutes of music featuring "Best of" tracks culled from Barber's five records for Premonition during the 1994-2002 period 5 Bonus tracks never before released on CD including "My Funny Valentine," "Fool on a Hill," "You Are My Sunshine," "So What," and "Santa Claus Is Coming to Town" With Barber, featured artists include Charlie Hunter, Marc Johnson, Dave Douglas, Joey Baron, Adam Nussbaum, among others 3 CDs broken up into distinct listening experiences. Programs include: Patricia Barber Pop Songs, Patricia Barber Standards, Patricia Barber Originals Classic Audiophile recordings High-Resolution Re-mastering from original analog sources Extensive liner notes by noted jazz critic Neil Tesser Beautiful Slip case packaging by Steve Byram including original watercolor cover Patricia Barber, The Premonition Years: 1994-2002 chronicles Barber's 8 year association with the Chicago based indy-label Premonition Records. This was a time when Barber did her first real touring and led to her "discovery" on a worldwide stage. These years defined Barber's career in many ways gaining her the exposure and critical acclaim that solidified her place as one of the most in demand and exciting female jazz vocalists working in jazz. It was also a time when the buzz around Barber led Blue Note Records to enter into a joint imprint relationship with Premonition for the licensing rights to her releases, the first such agreement in the storied history of Blue Note Records. This expansive boxed set -- her first retrospective -- fully captures Barber's unique melange of modern pop, revered standards and inventive originals. TRACK LISTING: DISC ONE: POP SONGS 1.     Ode to Billie Joe 2.     The Beat Goes On 3.     Use Me 4.     You Don't Know Me 5.     She's A Lad 6.     A Taste Of Honey 7.     Black Magic Woman 8.     Light My Fire 9.     So What (unreleased) 10.     Fool On The Hill (unreleased) 11.     You Are My Sunshine (unreleased) DISC TWO: STANDARDS 12.     I Fall In Love Too Easily 13.     Bye Bye Blackbird 14.     Alfie 15.     You & The Night & The Magic 16.     Yesterdays 17.     My Funny Valentine (unreleased) 18.     Inch Worm 19.     So In Love 20.     The Thrill Is Gone 21.     Manha De Carnava 22.     A Man and A Woman 23.     Invitation 24.     Santa Claus Is Coming To Town (unreleased) DISC THREE: ORIGINALS 25.     Touch Of Trash 26.     Winter 27.     If I Were Blue 28.     The Fire 29.     Company 30.     Let It Rain 31.     What A Shame 32.     Postmodern Blues 33.     If This Isn't Jazz 34.     I Could Eat Your Words 35.     Pieces 36.     You Gotta Go Home (Premonition Records - 2008) Released: 2007

The Premonition Years 1994 – 2002 Box Set2024-03-28T17:58:57+00:00

Mythologies

SOLD OUT In 2003, acclaimed singer-pianist Patricia Barber became one of the few jazz musicians ever to be awarded a Guggenheim Fellowship, and she took the opportunity to create one of the most ambitious and affecting works of her career. Embarking on a bold, exciting musical adventure, Barber brings her compositional sophistication to new heights with Mythologies, a song cycle based on Greek mythology where each of the 11 mythological characters in Ovid’s Metamorphoses is fleshed out in music. Patricia Barber - piano & vocals Neal Alger - Guitar Michael Arnapol - Bass Eric Montzka - Drums With special guests: Jim Gailloreto saxophone (tracks 1, 2, 10); Choral Thunder, directed by Shelby Webb, Jr. background vocals (tracks 10, 11) With additional vocals by: Paul Falk (track 7), Grazyna Auguscik (track 11), Lawrice Flowers (tracks 7, 10), Airreal Watkins (track 10), Walter “Mitchell” Owens, III (track 10) All words & music by Patricia Barber Produced by Patricia Barber (Blue Note Records - 2006) Released: 2006

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