Song | Lush Life |
Artist | Johnny Hartman |
Album | Priceless Jazz Collection: Johnny Hartman |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I used to visit all the very gay places | |
Those come-what-may places | |
Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life | |
To get the feel of life | |
From jazz and cocktails | |
The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces | |
With distingué traces | |
That used to be there | |
You could see where they'd been washed away | |
By too many through the day | |
Twelve o' clock tales | |
Then you came along with your siren song | |
To tempt me to madness | |
I thought for awhile that your poignant smile | |
Was tinged with the sadness | |
Of a great love for me | |
Ah, yes, I was wrong | |
Again I was wrong | |
Life is lonely again and only last year | |
Everything seemed so sure | |
Now life is awful | |
Again a troughful of hearts | |
Could only be a bore | |
A week in Paris would ease the bite of it | |
All I care is to smile in spite of it | |
I'll forget you I will | |
While yet you are still | |
Burning inside my brain | |
Romance is mush | |
Stifling those who strive | |
I'll live a lush life in some small dive | |
And there I'll be | |
While I rot with the rest | |
Of those whose lives are lonely too | |
Romance is mush | |
Stifling those who strive | |
I'll live a lush life in some small dive | |
And there I'll be | |
While I rot with the rest | |
Of those whose lives are lonely too |
I used to visit all the very gay places | |
Those comewhatmay places | |
Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life | |
To get the feel of life | |
From jazz and cocktails | |
The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces | |
With distingue traces | |
That used to be there | |
You could see where they' d been washed away | |
By too many through the day | |
Twelve o' clock tales | |
Then you came along with your siren song | |
To tempt me to madness | |
I thought for awhile that your poignant smile | |
Was tinged with the sadness | |
Of a great love for me | |
Ah, yes, I was wrong | |
Again I was wrong | |
Life is lonely again and only last year | |
Everything seemed so sure | |
Now life is awful | |
Again a troughful of hearts | |
Could only be a bore | |
A week in Paris would ease the bite of it | |
All I care is to smile in spite of it | |
I' ll forget you I will | |
While yet you are still | |
Burning inside my brain | |
Romance is mush | |
Stifling those who strive | |
I' ll live a lush life in some small dive | |
And there I' ll be | |
While I rot with the rest | |
Of those whose lives are lonely too | |
Romance is mush | |
Stifling those who strive | |
I' ll live a lush life in some small dive | |
And there I' ll be | |
While I rot with the rest | |
Of those whose lives are lonely too |
I used to visit all the very gay places | |
Those comewhatmay places | |
Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life | |
To get the feel of life | |
From jazz and cocktails | |
The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces | |
With distingué traces | |
That used to be there | |
You could see where they' d been washed away | |
By too many through the day | |
Twelve o' clock tales | |
Then you came along with your siren song | |
To tempt me to madness | |
I thought for awhile that your poignant smile | |
Was tinged with the sadness | |
Of a great love for me | |
Ah, yes, I was wrong | |
Again I was wrong | |
Life is lonely again and only last year | |
Everything seemed so sure | |
Now life is awful | |
Again a troughful of hearts | |
Could only be a bore | |
A week in Paris would ease the bite of it | |
All I care is to smile in spite of it | |
I' ll forget you I will | |
While yet you are still | |
Burning inside my brain | |
Romance is mush | |
Stifling those who strive | |
I' ll live a lush life in some small dive | |
And there I' ll be | |
While I rot with the rest | |
Of those whose lives are lonely too | |
Romance is mush | |
Stifling those who strive | |
I' ll live a lush life in some small dive | |
And there I' ll be | |
While I rot with the rest | |
Of those whose lives are lonely too |