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Like the beat beat beat of the tom-tom
When the jungle shadows fall Like the tick tick tock of the stately clock As it stands against the wall Like the drip drip drip of the raindrops When the summer shower is through So a voice within me keeps repeating you, you, you Night and day You are the one Only you beneath the moon and under the sun Whether near to me or far It's no matter, darling, where you are I think of you Day and night Night and day Why is it so That this longing for you follows wherever I go? In the roarin' traffic's boom In the silence of my lonely room I think of you Day and night Night and day Under the hide of me There's an oh such a hungry yearnin' burnin' inside of me And its torment won't be through 'Til you let me spend my life making love to you Day and night Night and day Night and day You are one Only you 'neath the moon or under the sun Whether near to me or far It's no matter, baby, where you are I think of you Day and night Night and day Why is it so That this longing for you follows wherever I go In the roarin' traffic's boom In the silence of my lonely room I think of you Day and night Night and day Under the height of me There's an oh such a hungry yearnin' burnin' inside of me And its torment won't be through 'Til you let me spend life making love to you Day and night Night and day |
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| 2:32 |
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That old black magic has me in it's spell,
That old black magic that you weave so well Those icy fingers up and down my spine, The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine, The same old tingle that I feel inside And then that elevator starts it's slide, Down and down I go, Round and round I go, Like a leaf that's caught in the tide. I should stay away but what can I do, I hear your name, and I'm aflame, A flame with such a burning desire, That only your kiss can put out the fire. 'cause you're the lover I have waited for, The mate that fate had me created for, And every time you lips meet mine, Darling, down and down I go, Round and round I go, In that spin of love that I am in, Under that old black of love. |
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| 3:16 |
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Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you
Embrace me, you irreplaceable you Just one look at you My heart grew tipsy in me You and you alone Bring out the Gypsy in me I love all the many charms about you Above all, I want these arms about you Don't be a naughty baby Come to papa, come to papa do My sweet embraceable you I love all the many charms about you Above all, I want my arms about you So don't you be a naughty baby Come to papa do My sweet embraceable you |
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| 2:28 |
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BLUE SKIES
Writer(s): Irving Berlin Blue skies, smilin' at me Nothin' but blues skies do I see Bluebirds singing a song Nothin' but bluebirds all day long Never saw the sun shinin' so bright Never saw things goin' so right Noticin' the days hurrying by When you're in love, my how they fly Blue days, all of them gone Nothin' but blue skies from now on |
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| 2:40 |
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| 3:14 |
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I saw you last night and got that old feeling
When you came in sight, I got that old feeling The moment that you danced by, I felt a thrill And when you caught my eye, my heart stood still Once again I seemed to feel that old yearning Then I knew the spark of love was still burning There'll be no new romance for me, it's foolish to start 'cause that old feeling is still in my heart There'll be no new romance for me, it's foolish to start 'cause that old feeling is still in my heart |
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| 3:15 |
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Writer(s): Duke
Autumn in New York Why does it seem so exciting (inviting) Autumn in New York It spells the thrill of first-knighting Shimmering clouds - glimmering crowds (glittering crowds and shimmering clouds) In canyons of steel They're making me feel - I'm home It's autumn in New York That brings a (the) promise of new love Autumn in New York Is often mingled with pain Dreamers with empty hands (They) All sigh for exotic lands (But) It's autumn in New York It's good to live it again This autumn in New York Transforms the slums into Mayfair Autumn in New York You'll need no castles in Spain Lovers that bless the dark On benches in Central Park (But) It's autumn in New York It's good to live it again (- in New York) |
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What good are words I say to you?
They can't convey to you what's in my heart If you could hear instead The things I've left unsaid Time after time I tell myself that I'm So lucky to be loving you So lucky to be The one you run to see In the evening, when the day is through I only know what I know The passing years will show You've kept my love so young, so new And time after time You'll hear me say that I'm So lucky to be loving you |
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| 2:39 |
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Writer(s): Rodgers/Hart
Lover, when I'm near you, and I hear you - speak my name Softly, in my ear you - breathe a flame Lover, it's immoral, but why quarrel - with our bliss When, two lips of coral - want to kiss I say (that) the devil is in you, and to resists you - I try But if you didn't continue - I would die Lover, please be tender, when you're tender - fears depart Lover, I surrender - to my heart |
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| 2:57 |
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How much do I love you?
I'll tell you no lie How deep is the ocean? How high is the sky? How many times a day do I think of you? How many roses are sprinkled with dew? How far would I travel To be where you are? How far is the journey From here to a star? And if I ever lost you, how much would I cry? How deep is the ocean? How high is the sky? How far would I travel To be where you are? How far is the journey From here to a star? And if I ever lost you, how much would I cry? How deep is the ocean? How high is the sky? How high is the sky? |
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| 3:51 |
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Spoken:
A tune from Cole Porter perhaps. Now there's a guy who writes for keeps. His tunes not only become hits, they stay hits. Begin the Beguine was written in 1935, and it's still very popular. When they begin the beguine, it brings back the sound of music so tender, It brings back a night of tropical splendor, it brings back a memory ever green. I'm with you once more under the stars, and down by the shore an orchestra's playing Even the palms seem to be swaying, when they begin the beguine. To live it again is past all endeavor, except when that tune clutches my heart, And there we are, swearing to love forever, and promising never, never to part. What moments divine, what rapture serene, Till clouds come along to disperse the joys we had tasted, And now when I hear people curse the chance that was wasted, I know but too well what they mean. So don't let them begin the beguine, let the love that was once a fire remain an ember; Let it sleep like the dead desire I only remember when they begin the beguine. Oh yes, let them begin the beguine, make them play, Till the stars that were there before return above you, Till you whisper to me once more, Darling, I love you! And we suddenly know what heaven we're in, when they begin the beguine When they begin the beguine. |
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