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The Very Thought of You
03:48
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The very thought of you
and I forget to do
The little ordinary things
that everyone ought to do
I'm living in a kind of daydream
I'm happy as a king
And foolish though it may seem
To me, that's everything
The mere idea of you
The longing here for you
You'll never know how slow the moments go
'Til I'm near to you
I see your face in every flower
Your eyes in stars above
It's just the thought of you
The very thought of you, my love
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I have often walked down this street before;
But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before.
All at once am I several stories high,
Knowing I'm on the street where you live.
Are there lilac trees in the heart of town?
Can you hear a lark in any other part of town?
Does enchantment pour out of every door?
No, it's just on the street where you live!
And oh! The towering feeling
Just to know somehow you are near.
The overpowering feeling
That any second you may suddenly appear...
People stop and stare. They don't bother me.
For there's no where else on earth that I would rather be.
Let the time go by, I won't care if I
Can be here on the street where you live.
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I could have danced all night,
I could have danced all night,
And still have begged for more.
I could have spread my wings,
And done a thousand things
I've never done before.
I'll never know what made it so exciting,
Why all at once my heart took flight,
I only know when he began to dance with me
I could have danced, danced, danced all night!
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4. |
Nobody Sleeps
02:09
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He says he has to think it over,
he says she's got to go to bed.
She says, "Yes, I've lost my composure,
I'd just as soon have lost my head."
But as they retire to separate rooms,
They both realize that they're in too deep.
After deciding to "sleep on it," you know nobody sleeps.
They've never talked about it,
But they know they'd make a pair.
None of their friends would doubt it,
They'd wave their hands in the air!
So as they retire to separate rooms,
They both realize that they're in real deep.
After deciding to "sleep on it," you know nobody sleeps.
He'd rather never have her
Than to have to live without her,
But she knows she can't go on
Without making a peep...
So she decided: if she can't sleep, nobody sleeps!
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5. |
What a Shame
05:03
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Have you ever been told that a heart’s grown cold,
and it came as a big surprise?
All at once what was all hellos and hugs,
become the sounds of all sad goodbyes,
And you wallow and pine for all the lost time,
and expect all the tears you’ll shed,
And you babble and whine at the midnight chime,
and these are the words it says?:
“What a shame - you thought you might just fit.
Yet what remains? Did you learn anything from it?
You showed the hand you were dealt.
The deep admiration you felt was the bet,
and you lost the game,
But at least you played.
What a shame!
What a shame!
You thought you knew the stakes,
and what could replace his tender warm embrace?
Just when you thought you’d found light
in the dead of the night,
you awake to find that’s not the case,
At least you got a taste -
but what a shame...
Tick, tock, now you’re sleepy,
quite alright to go ahead and dream.
Rest now, for you’re weepy,
and this darkness will be gone
in the bright of the dawn.
What a shame...
you thought he’d be The One.
We all make mistakes,
but now it’s said and done.
You took the hit from the toss,
but in the end it’s his loss,
for you really are quite first-rate -
Yes, it could have been great.
What a shame!
Yet another smothered flame,
what a shame!”
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A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces
An airline ticket to romantic places
And still my heart has wings
These foolish things remind me of you.
A tinkling piano in the next apartment
Those stumblin' words that told you what my heart meant
A fairground's painted swings
These foolish things remind me of you.
You came, you saw, you conquered me.
When you did that to me
I knew somehow this had to be.
The winds of March that make my heart a dancer
A telephone that rings, but who's to answer?
O, how the ghost of you clings!
These foolish things remind me of you.
How strange, how sweet, to find you still
These things that are so dear to me
They seem to bring you near to me
The smile of Garbo, the scent of roses
The waiters whistling as the last bar closes
A song that Crosby sings...
These foolish things remind me of you
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The Way It Used to Be
02:56
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I miss the way, I miss the way it used to be
So short the sun’s time shining,
but the enchanted nights so long.
How we’d play, how we’d play like it was meant to be
Almost always falling into key
to make a lovely song
O, what magic we might have made,
had we never strayed
Such sweet sounds that still ring out,
I can’t keep them at bay
What a thing-
I must say it truly was a sight.
How could what once was so right,
go so wrong?
Oh, but still I love to say
what fun we had way back in the day!
Back when it was the way it used to be.
Oh what magic we might have made,
had we never strayed
Such sweet sounds that still ring out,
I can’t keep them at bay
What a thing- I must say it truly was a sight.
How could what once was so right,
go so wrong?
Oh, but still I love to say:
what fun we had way back in the day!
Way back when, not now, but then,
dear old friend, could we try again?
Make it the way it used to be?
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8. |
Seems Like Old Times
03:05
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Seems like old times, having you to walk with.
Seems like old times, having you to talk with,
And it’s still a thrill just to have my arms around you,
still the thrill that it was the day I found you.
Seems like old times, dinner dates and flowers.
Just like old times, staying up for hours.
Making dreams come true,
doing things we used to do,
seems like old times being here with you.
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9. |
I Know It Now
04:27
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How quickly you did pluck me up,
powerful enough to crush me
And it mightn’t have hurt half as much,
cept for the knowing that you loved me.
O! If it were only just some silly, simple, light, little folly:
a pretty empty-headed marionette, and her Great Svengali.
I am not just one among your flock of blue little starlings,
I no longer run amok one of your sad and brittle darlings,
For my arms are open wide, and no more do you hold sway,
So just this once I’d like to share what I always longed to say:
I wish I could have told you just how much I cared.
You might as well have been the moon, and I the tide.
You’d push and pull and shine, and I’d swell, and break, and bide,
never seeing all the force I’d held inside.
I wish I could have told you how you hurt me so.
You might as well have been the sun, and I the snow.
You’d glare, and flare, and burn. I would melt, and then return,
forgetting all the while my own glow.
I couldn’t yet speak to the sting,
beholden to my broken wing.
The dark of night so heavy and my perch so high.
But finally my moment’s nigh!
The dawn has come, my eyes are dry.
It’s time for this little bluebird to fly...
I wish I would have noticed
you were not some handsome prince,
just a big bad wolf who’s hungry on the prowl,
And that I am no lost lamb, I’m just fine the way I am.
I didn’t know it then, but I know it now.
I couldn’t yet speak to the sting, beholden to my broken wing. The dark of night so heavy and my perch so high.
I couldn’t yet speak to the sting,
beholden to my broken wing.
The dark of night so heavy and my perch so high.
But finally my moment’s nigh!
The dawn has come, my eyes are dry.
It’s time for this little nightingale to fly...
I wish I would have noticed
that neither had need for the other,
recognized what I had always felt somehow...
I’m on my way- it’s true, and I’ll do alright without you.
I didn’t know it then, I should’ve seen it then,
I didn’t know it then, but I sure as hell know now.
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10. |
So Awfully Nice
03:28
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It couldn’t last forever,
even then I must have known,
Must have sensed some sort of waning
with each party that was thrown,
But, still, I long for simpler days,
when we had yet to drift apart,
When I still felt that I could trust you with
the deepest reaches of my heart.
O! What a time we had! What a world we shook-
You, playing the piano, and me, leaning in its crook...
If all the world’s a stage, and we all have a role to play,
Then how could I forget my lines asking you to stay?
Those times seem lacy to me now...
brittle, yet sublime,
A lovely relic rife with holes,
but still a brilliant design.
It couldn’t last forever,
even then we must have known,
But wasn’t it so awfully nice
to not be all alone?
O! What a time we had! What a world we shook-
You, playing the piano, and me, leaning in its crook...
If all the world’s a stage, and we all have a role to play,
Then how could I forget my lines asking you to stay?
Those times seem lacy to me now...
brittle, yet sublime,
A lovely relic rife with holes,
but still a beautiful design.
It couldn’t last forever,
even then we must have known,
But wasn’t it so awfully nice
to not be all alone?
But wasn’t it so awfully nice,
wasn’t it so awfully nice,
So awfully nice to not be all alone?
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Ce soir le vent qui frappe à ma porte, me parle des amours mortes, devant le feu qui s'éteint
Ce soir c'est une chanson d’automne, dans la maison qui frissonne et je pense aux jours lointains
Que reste-t-il de nos amours?
Que reste-t-il de ces beaux jours,
une photo, vieille photo de ma jeunesse Que reste-t-il des billets doux,
des mois d’Avril, des rendez-vous,
un souvenir qui me poursuit sans cesse...
Bonheur fané, cheveux au vent, baisers volés, rêves mouvants, Que reste-t-il de tout cela? Dites-le-moi...
Un petit village, un vieux clocher,
un paysage si bien caché,
et dans un nuage le cher visage don mon passé
Les mots les mots tendres qu'on murmure, les caresses les plus pures, les serments au fond des bois
Les fleurs qu'on retrouve dans un livre, dont le parfum vous enivre
se sont envolés... pourquoi?
Que reste-t-il de nos amours?
Que reste-t-il de ces beaux jours,
une photo, vieille photo de ma jeunesse Que reste-t-il des billets doux,
des mois d’Avril, des rendez-vous
un souvenir qui me poursuit sans cesse
Bonheur fané, cheveux au vent, baisers volés, rêves mouvants, Que reste-t-il de tout cela? Dites-le-moi...
Un petit village, un vieux clocher,
un paysage si bien caché,
et dans un nuage le cher visage don mon passé
Goodbye! No use leading with our chins, this is where our story ends:
never lovers, ever friends.
Goodbye! Let our hearts call it a day,
but before you walk away, I sincerely want to say: I wish you bluebirds in the spring
to give your heart a song to sing,
and then a kiss, but more than this,
I wish you love,
And in July, a lemonade
to cool you in some leafy glade.
I wish you health, and more than wealth, I wish you love.
My breaking heart and I agree that you and I could never be, So with my best, my very best, I set you free.
I wish you shelter from the storm,
a cozy fire to keep you warm,
but most of all, when snowflakes fall, I wish you love.
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12. |
Some Other Time
02:50
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Where has the time all gone to?
Haven’t done half the things we want to.
Oh well...
we’ll catch up some other time.
This day was just a token,
too many words are still unspoken.
Oh well,
we’ll catch up some other time.
Just when the fun is starting
comes the time for parting,
But let’s be glad
for what we’ve had
and what’s to come...
There’s so much more embracing
still to be done, but time is racing
Oh well.
We’ll catch up some other time.
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Holly Frost Austin, Texas
Holly Frost is a singer-songwriter paying tribute to music from the past through unique renditions of classic songs as well as tin-pan-alley-inspired original compositions. Her eclectic musical background and charming voice blend jazz, folk, cabaret, and thoughtful pop in a way you've never heard before. ... more
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