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She
She may be the face I can't forget
A trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure
Or the price I have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day
Into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dream
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them
When they cry
She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I remember till the day I die
She may be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough and rainy years
Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is she
She" is written by Charles Aznavour and Herbert Kretzmer and released by Aznavour as a single in 1974.
The song was written as a theme tune for the British TV series Seven Faces of Woman
"She" was also recorded in French, German and Spanish and by the Italian singer, Laura Pausini and by the American singer Elvis Costello
A trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure
Or the price I have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day
Into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dream
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them
When they cry
She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I remember till the day I die
She may be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough and rainy years
Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is she
She" is written by Charles Aznavour and Herbert Kretzmer and released by Aznavour as a single in 1974.
The song was written as a theme tune for the British TV series Seven Faces of Woman
"She" was also recorded in French, German and Spanish and by the Italian singer, Laura Pausini and by the American singer Elvis Costello
So You're Gone
So you’re gone the sun will still keep shining
Though you’re gone there’d be a silver lining
Life goes on
So you’re gone no reconciliations moving on
That beckoning vacation’s proving long over due
I’ll be lost over you though you’re gone
I won’t even know you’re gone
With zing and with pep I’ll greet the new day
The spring in my step will give me away
I can’t do a thing but accept the old come what may
No worse for the wear not finding you there
I nearly don’t care about why you’d go
Goodbye and so you’re gone
With zing and with pep I‘ll greet the new day
The spring in my step will give me a way
I can’t do a thing but accept the old come what may
No worse for the wear not finding you there
I nearly don’t care about why you’d go
Goodbye and so you’re gone
No tears will find me pillow you’re gone
But here’s a sign it’s still oh very wrong
My heart won’t let you go even though I know I know it
So you’re gone
Uptown Jazz Vocal Quartet: Ginny Carr - alto, Holly Shockey- soprano, Robert McBride- tenor, Andre Enceneat, bass
Music, lyrics, arrangement by Ginny Carr
That's Life
That's life that's what all the people say
You're riding high in April
Shot down in May
But I know I'm gonna change that tune
When I'm back on top, back on top in June
I said that's life and as funny as it may seem
Some people get their kicks
Stompin' on a dream
But I don t let it, let it get me down
Cause this fine old world keeps spinnin' around
I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate,
A poet, a pawn and a king
I've been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing
Each time I find myself flat on my face
I pick myself up and get back in the race
That's life I tell 'ya I can't deny it
I thought of quitting baby
But my heart just ain't gonna buy it
And if I didn't think it was worth one single try
I'd jump right on a big bird and fly
I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate,
A poet, a pawn and a king
I've been up and down and over and out
But I know one thing
Each time I find myself layin' flat on my face
I just pick my self up
And get back in the race
That's life and I can't deny it
Many times I thought of cuttin' out
But my heart wont buy it
But if there's nothin' shakin' come this here July
I'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball and die
My my
Songwriters: Bob Grammer, Billy Beam and Dennis Rose
Tower Of Song
Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
I'm just paying my rent every day
In the Tower of Song
I said to Hank Williams: how lonely does it get?
Hank Williams hasn't answered me yet
But I hear him coughing all night long
A hundred floors above me
In the Tower of Song
I was born like this. I had no choice
I was born with the gift of a golden voice
And twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond
They tied me to this stage right here
In the Tower of Song
So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll
I'm very sorry, baby, but that doesn't look like me at all
And I'm standing by the window where the light is strong
They don't let women kill you
Not here in the Tower of Song
Now you can say that I've grown bitter but of this you may be sure
The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor
And there's a mighty judgement coming, but I may be wrong
You see, you hear these fucking voices
In the Tower of Song
I see you standing on the other side
I don't know how the river got so wide
And I loved you baby, way back when
And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed
But I feel so close to everything we lost
And we'll never have to lose it again
Now I bid you farewell. I don't know when I'll be back
There moving us tomorrow to the tower down the track
But you'll be hearing from me baby, long after I'm gone
I'll be speaking to you sweetly
From a window in the Tower of Song
Songwriter: Leonard Cohen
Tower Of Song lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
I'm just paying my rent every day
In the Tower of Song
I said to Hank Williams: how lonely does it get?
Hank Williams hasn't answered me yet
But I hear him coughing all night long
A hundred floors above me
In the Tower of Song
I was born like this. I had no choice
I was born with the gift of a golden voice
And twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond
They tied me to this stage right here
In the Tower of Song
So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll
I'm very sorry, baby, but that doesn't look like me at all
And I'm standing by the window where the light is strong
They don't let women kill you
Not here in the Tower of Song
Now you can say that I've grown bitter but of this you may be sure
The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor
And there's a mighty judgement coming, but I may be wrong
You see, you hear these fucking voices
In the Tower of Song
I see you standing on the other side
I don't know how the river got so wide
And I loved you baby, way back when
And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed
But I feel so close to everything we lost
And we'll never have to lose it again
Now I bid you farewell. I don't know when I'll be back
There moving us tomorrow to the tower down the track
But you'll be hearing from me baby, long after I'm gone
I'll be speaking to you sweetly
From a window in the Tower of Song
Songwriter: Leonard Cohen
Tower Of Song lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Starry Starry Night
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night
You took your life, as lovers often do
But I could've told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frame-less heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will
Songwriter: Don MacLean
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night
You took your life, as lovers often do
But I could've told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frame-less heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will
Songwriter: Don MacLean
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