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1. _ One Note Samba (Samba de uma Nota So) [*]
This is just a little samba
Built upon a single note
Other notes are bound to follow
But the root is still that note
Now this new one is the consequence
Of the one we've just been through
As I'm bound to be the unavoidable
Consequence of you
There's so many people who can
Talk and talk and talk
And just say nothing
Or nearly nothing
I have used up all the scale I know
And at the end I've come to nothing
Or nearly nothing
So I came back to my first note
As I must come back to you
I will pour into that one note
All the love I feel for you
Anyone who wants the whole show
Re mi fa sol la si do
He will find himself with no show
Better play the note you know
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2. _ Here's That Rainy Day
Maybe I should have saved those leftover dreams,
Funny, but here's that rainy day.
Here's that rainy day they told me about,
And I laughed at the thought that it might turn out this way.
Oh, where's that worn out wish that I threw aside,
After it brought my lover near?
Funny how love becomes a cold rainy day,
Funny, that rainy day is here.
Where's that worn out wish that I threw aside,
After it brought my lover near?
Funny how love becomes a cold rainy day,
Funny, that rainy day is here.
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3. _ Cast Your Fate to the Wind
A month of nights, a year of days
Octobers drifting into Mays
You set your sail when the tide comes in
And you cast your fate to the wind
You shift your course along the breeze
Won't sail up wind on memories
The empty sky is your best friend
And you just cast your fate to the wind
That time has such a way of changing a man throughout the years
And now you're rearranging your life through all your tears
Alone, alone
There never was, there couldn't be
A place in time for men to be
Who'd drink the dark and laugh at day
And let their wildest dreams blow away
So now you're old, you're wise, you're smart
You're just a man with half a heart
You wonder how it might have been
Had you not cast your fate to the wind
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4. _ Don't Look at Me That Way
Oh, I'm so mad about a lad
It's too deep to express
And when he tries to use his eyes
They have instant success
So full of passion, these pupils are
That girls forget what their scruples are
So when he turns them on me
I murmur tenderly
I think you're great, I think you're grand
And I don't mind if you hold my hand
But don't look at me that way
Your kisses, too, are heavenly
And oh, so full of variety
But don't look at me that way
When you tell me sweetly you're mine completely
I always give a long cheer
But those sudden flashes behind your lashes
Are nobody's business, dear
Since you began to play your role
I've lost my heart and I've lost my soul
But as for losing my self-control
Don't look at me that way
I just adore your loving arms
In fact, they're two of your greatest charms
But don't look at me that way
I'm very mild, I'm very meek
My will is strong, but my won't is weak
So don't look at me that way
When that strange expression of indiscretion
Begins to show in your stare
There's a hocus-pocus about your focus
That gives me a terrible scare
I feel a thrill when you arrive
And while you're near I simply thrive
But if you want to get home alive
Don't look at me that way
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5. _ Get out of Town
The farce was ended,
The curtains drawn,
And I at least pretended
That love was dead and gone.
But now, from nowhere,
You come to me as before
To take my heart,
And break my heart once more.
Get out of town
Before it's too late, my love.
Get out of town,
Be good to mister, please!
Why wish me harm?
Why not retire to a farm
And be contented to charm
The birds off the trees?
Just disappear,
I care for you much too much,
And when you are near,
Close to me dear,
We touch too much!
The thrill when we meet
Is so bitter-sweet
That, darling, it's getting me down;
So on your mark,
Get set,
Get out of town!
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6. _ Why Shouldn't I?
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7. _ It's All Right with Me
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8. _ Love Is the Sweetest Thing [*]
Love is the sweetest thing
What else on earth could ever bring
Such happiness to ev'rything
As Love's old story.
Love is the strangest thing
No song of birds upon the wing
Shall in our hearts more sweetly sing
Than Love's old story.
Whatever heart may desire
Whatever fate may send
This is the tale that never will tire.
This is the song without end.
Love is the greatest thing
The oldest yet, the latest thing
I only hope that fate may bring
Love's story to you.
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9. _ Long Ago
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10. _ I Concentrate on You
Whenever skies look gray to me
And trouble begins to brew,
Whenever the Winter winds become too strong,
I concentrate on you.
When fortune cries "Nay! Nay!" to me
And people declare "You're through!",
Whenever the blues become my only song,
I concentrate on you.
On your smile so sweet, so tender,
When at first your kiss I decline.
On the light in your eyes when I surrender,
And once again our arms intertwine
And so, when wise men say to me
That love's young dream never comes true,
To prove that even wise men can be wrong,
I concentrate on you.
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11. _ You're the Top
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed,
I hate parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty
At least it'll tell you
How great you are.
You're the top!
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's sonnet,
You're Mickey Mouse.
You're the Nile,
You're the Tower of Pisa,
You're the smile on the Mona Lisa
I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop,
But if, baby, I'm the bottom you're the top!
Your words poetic are not pathetic.
On the other hand, babe, you shine,
And I can feel after every line
A thrill divine
Down my spine.
Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans
Might think that your song is bad,
But I got a notion
I'll second the motion
And this is what I'm going to add;
You're the top!
You're Mahatma Gandhi.
You're the top!
You're Napoleon Brandy.
You're the purple light
Of a summer night in Spain,
You're the National Gallery
You're Garbo's salary,
You're cellophane.
You're sublime,
You're turkey dinner,
You're the time, the time of a Derby winner
I'm a toy balloon that's fated soon to pop
But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
You're the top!
You're an arrow collar
You're the top!
You're a Coolidge dollar,
You're the nimble tread
Of the feet of Fred Astaire,
You're an O'Neill drama,
You're Whistler's mama!
You're camembert.
You're a rose,
You're Inferno's Dante,
You're the nose
On the great Durante.
I'm just in a way,
As the French would say, "de trop".
But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
You're the top!
You're a dance in Bali.
You're the top!
You're a hot tamale.
You're an angel, you,
Simply too, too, too diveen,
You're a Boticcelli,
You're Keats,
You're Shelly!
You're Ovaltine!
You're a boom,
You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon,
Over Mae West's shoulder,
I'm the nominee of the G.O.P.
Or GOP!
But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
You're the top!
You're a Waldorf salad.
You're the top!
You're a Berlin ballad.
You're the boats that glide
On the sleepy Zuider Zee,
You're an old Dutch master,
You're Lady Astor,
You're broccoli!
You're romance,
You're the steppes of Russia,
You're the pants, on a Roxy usher,
I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,
But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
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12. _ Come Back to Me
Hear my voice, where you are, take a train, steal a car,
Hop a freight, grab a star, come back to me.
Catch a flame, catch a breeze, on your hand, on your knees,
Swim up high, only please come on back to me.
On a mule, in a jet, with your hair in a net,
In a shower wet, I don't care.
This is where you should be, from the hills to the shore,
By the wind to my door, raise the highway dust,
Break the law if you must, throw the world, only just
Come back to me.
Blast your hide, you recall, must I fight City hall
Here and now, damn it all, come on back to me,
Where on earth must I be, still I yell till I'm blue,
In control then when you come on back to me.
Have you gone to the moon, or the corner saloon
And to crack and to croon, oh my girl, where in hell can you be?
In a crate, in a trunk, on a horse, on a junk,
In a road or a van, wrapped in mink or saran,
Anyway that you can, came back to me,
Come back to me, come back to me, come back,
Come back to me, me!
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13. _ Weren't We Fools
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14. _ Which?
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15. _ After You
Though with joy I should be reeling
That at last you came my way,
There's no further use concealing
That I'm feeling far from gay,
For the rare allure about you
Makes me all the plainer see
How inane, how vain, how empty life without you would be.
After you, who
Could supply my sky of blue?
After you, who
Could I love?
After you, why
Should I take the time to try,
For who else could qualify
After you, who?
Hold my hand and swear
You'll never cease to care,
For without you there what could I do?
I could search years
But who else could change my tears
Into laughter after you?
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16. _ Do I Hear a Waltz?
Do I hear a waltz?
Very odd but I hear a waltz
There isn't a band and I don't understand it at all
I can't hear a waltz
Oh my lord, there it goes again
Why is nobody dancing in the street?
Can't they hear the beat?
Magical, mystical, miracle
Can it be, is it true?
Things are impossibly lyrical
Is it me, no it's you
I do hear a waltz
I see you and I hear a waltz
It's what I've been waiting for all my life
To hear a waltz
Do I hear a waltz?
La-da-de-da-da
Such lovely Blue Danubey music
How can you be still?
I do hear a waltz
There it goes again
There's no dancing in the street
Can't they hear the beat?
Roses are dancing with peonies
Yes it's true, don't you see
Everything's suddenly Viennese
Can't be you, must be me
Do I hear a waltz?
I want more than to hear a waltz
I want you to share it, but oh my
Do I hear a waltz?
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17. _ Let's Fly Away
Let's fly away
And find a land that's warm and tropic,
Where Roosevelt is not the topic
All the live long day!
Let's fly away
And find a land that's so provincial,
We'll never hear what Walter Winchell
Might be forced to say!
I'll make your life sublime,
Far across the blue.
I'll take up all your time
Compromising you!
Let's not delay,
Make Mother Nature our Messiah,
New York is not for us,
Let's fly away!
I'll make your life sublime,
Far across the blue.
I'll take up all your time
Compromising you!
Let's not delay,
Make Mother Nature our Messiah,
New York is not for us,
Let's fly away,
Let's fly away!
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18. _ Looking at You
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19. _ Tell Me More
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20. _ It's Bad for Me
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