Merle
Noir music and lyrics by Ms. JSome lyrics to Merle Noir...bino
Merle
Noir music and lyrics by Ms. J
Good morning how do you do you take coffee fee fi fo fumble put on your shoes
and what do you know, time to go , say goodbye then hello
Good morning wouldn’t you know thanks without cream please and make it to go
buttered toast, traffic jam , sunny side uptown
La ta de da...
Good morning sleepy-eyed rather be strolling along while early birds sing
but what do you know, time to go, say goodbye then hello
Good morning Merle Noir morning star king of the treetops with nowhere to go
singing his song all the day long
I Don't Like Love Songs music by Ryan Hoffman lyrics by Ms. J
I don't like love songs, I'm sentimentally challenged
No caresses by midnight, keep your kisses by moonlight
I don't like love songs, say what you will
But no promises of love that comes from heaven above
And an evening breeze always ever so gentle...
I don't write the songs that make the young girls cry
What's wrong with that? I'd like to know 'cause I...
Don't write the songs that make the whole world sing
Are my stars not aligned? Is it my aura? My sign?
Yet the evening breeze is ever so gentle...
Something simply mystifies me, your eyes hypnotizing
And it's not surprising foolish things remind me
Something in a subtle glance, add the word romance
And you can't go wrong you've got another love song.
I don't like long songs (baby, baby, whoo hoo)
No long walks in the park, no whispers after dark
I'd love to love love songs, am I too far gone?
I tried to glow my heartlight but it doesn't turn on.
Yet the evening breeze is ever so gentle...
How High the Moon lyrics by Hamilton/Lewis
Somewhere there's music
How faint the tune
Somewhere there's heaven
How high the moon
There is no moon above
When love is far away too
Till it comes true
That you love me as I love you
Somewhere there's music
How near, how far
Somewhere there's heaven
Its where you are
The darkest night would shine
If you would come to me soon
Until you will, how still my heart
How high the moon
Somewhere there's music
How faint the tune
Somewhere there's heaven
How high the moon
The darkest night would shine
If you would come to me soon
Until you will, how still my heart
How high the moon
The Last Serenade music and lyrics Ms. J
Kindness turns to ashes
The cedars, they wave goodbye
With graceful arms they shelter us from tears that fall from the sky
She weeps for what once was and skies that were blue
Though we don't deserve it she will weep for us, too.
The wind whispers,
"remember me, everywhere is where I'll be
If you cannot see, you'll have to believe."
The moon she sings to each and every star,
"Do you know how beautiful you are? If you cannot see, you'll have to believe."
Open your arms to tenderness who will tell you it's not too late
To live the dream of what might be
To reweave the threads of fate
Stop now and listen, the moon sings her last serenade.
She'll cover us in darkness,
So soon it all fades away.
Tango Angela music and lyrics by Hugh Sutton
The bailerina stands like stone behind the curtains all alone
How can she dance without her lover, without him she will have no cover?
She takes a step into the light, discards her loneliness and fright
Arches her back she's poised to start and dances from her heart.
Then suddenly she sees his face, moving around her with such grace
She feels she's dancing on the air, as his hand brushes through her hair
She seems to lose all sense of time, her movements graceful and sublime
Her audience's joyful patter just doesn't seem to matter, she dances on a summer breeze
And then the music fades away, her fragile body starts to sway
She looks around and sees no other but the gleeming crowd above her
She steels herself and stands up tall, bows to the loving cheers of all
She's found her treasure deep inside, the thing no obstacle can hide
The music of her heart.
In the Still of the Night by Cole Porter
In the still of the night
As I gaze from my window
At the moon in its flight
My thoughts all stray to you
In the still of the night
All the world is in slumber
All the times without number
Darling when I say to you
Do you love me, as I love you
Are you my life to be, my dream come true?
Or will this dream of mine fade out of sight?
Like the moon growing dim, on the rim of the hill
In the chill, still, of the night
Like the moon growing dim, on the rim of the hill
In the chill, still, of the night
Menilmontant by Charles Trenet
Ménilmontant mais oui madame
C'est là que j'ai laissé mon cœur
C'est là que je viens retrouver mon âme
Toute ma flamme
Tout mon bonheur...
Quand je revois ma petite église
Où les mariages allaient gaiement
Quand je revois ma vieille maison grise
Où même la brise
Parle d'antan
Elles me racontent
Comme autrefois
De jolis contes
Beaux jours passés je vous revois
Un rendez-vous
Une musique
Des yeux rêveurs tout un roman
Tout un roman d'amour poétique et pathétique
Ménilmontant !
Quand midi sonne
La vie s'éveille à nouveau
Tout résonne
De mille échos
La midinette fait sa dînette au bistro
La pipelette
Lit ses journaux
Voici la grille verte
Voici la porte ouverte
Qui grince un peu pour dire "Bonjour bonjour
Alors te v'là de retour ?"
Ménilmontant mais oui madame
C'est là que j'ai laissé mon cœur
C'est là que je viens retrouver mon âme
Toute ma flamme
Tout mon bonheur...
Quand je revois ma petite gare
Où chaque train passait joyeux
J'entends encor dans le tintamarre
Des mots bizarres
Des mots d'adieux
Je suis pas poète
Mais je suis ému,
Et dans ma tête
Y a des souvenirs jamais perdus
Un soir d'hiver
Une musique
Des yeux très doux les tiens maman
Quel beau roman d'amour poétique
Et pathétique
Ménilmontant !
Bambino lyrics by Nisa
Les yeux battus la mine triste
et les joues blêmes
Tu ne dors plus
Tu n'es plus que l'ombre de toi-même
Seul dans la rue tu rôdes
Comme une âme en peine
Et tous les soirs sous sa fenêtre
on peut te voir
Je sais bien que tu l'adores
Et qu'elle a de jolies yeux
Mais tu es trop jeune encore
Pour jouer les amoureux
Et gratte, gratte sur ta mandoline
mon petit Bambino
Ta musique est plus jolie
que tout le ciel de l'Italie
Et canta, canta de ta voix câline
mon petit Bambino
Tu peux chanter tant que tu veux
Elle ne te prend pas au sérieux
Avec tes cheveux si blonds
Tu as l'air d'un chérubin
Va plutôt jouer au ballon
Comme font tous les gamins
Tu peux fumer comme un Monsieur des cigarettes
Te déhancher sur le trottoir quand tu la guettes
Tu peux pencher sur ton oreille, ta casquette
Ce n'est pas ça, qui dans son cœur, te vieillira
L'amour et la jalousie ne sont pas des jeux d'enfant
Et tu as toute la vie pour souffrir comme les grands
Et gratte, gratte sur ta mandoline
Mon petit Bambino
Ta musique est plus jolie
que tout le ciel de l'Italie
Et canta, canta de ta voix câline
mon petit Bambino
Tu peux chanter tant que tu veux
Elle ne te prend pas au sérieux
Si tu as trop de tourments ne les garde pas pour toi
Va le dire à ta maman les mamans c'est fait pour ça
Et là, blotti dans l'ombre douce de ses bras
Pleure un bon coup et ton chagrin s'envolera