Song | Lush Life |
Artist | Tete Montoliu |
Album | Palau De La Musica Catalana |
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Lyrics:Billy Strayhorn Music:Billy Strayhorn | |
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 grey 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 a while 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 trough full of hearts could only be a bore | |
A week in Paris could 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 | |
So 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 |
Lyrics: Billy Strayhorn Music: Billy Strayhorn | |
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 grey 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 a while 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 trough full of hearts could only be a bore | |
A week in Paris could 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 | |
So 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 |
Lyrics: Billy Strayhorn Music: Billy Strayhorn | |
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 grey 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 a while 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 trough full of hearts could only be a bore | |
A week in Paris could 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 | |
So 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 |