Song | Lush Life |
Artist | Donna Summer |
Album | Donna Summer [Geffen] |
Lyrics:Billy Strayhorn Music:Billy Strayhorn | |
I used to visit 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 | |
All the men 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 knew all the while | |
that your poignant smile | |
was tinged with the sadness of a | |
great love for me | |
oh, yes I was wrong | |
again I was wrong | |
Now life is lonely again | |
and only last year everything | |
seemed so sure | |
now life is awful again | |
a troughful of hearts would only | |
be a bore | |
a week in Paris will ease the bite | |
of it | |
but all I really care | |
is to smile in spite of it | |
I'll forget you | |
I will and 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 |
Lyrics: Billy Strayhorn Music: Billy Strayhorn | |
I used to visit 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 | |
All the men 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 knew all the while | |
that your poignant smile | |
was tinged with the sadness of a | |
great love for me | |
oh, yes I was wrong | |
again I was wrong | |
Now life is lonely again | |
and only last year everything | |
seemed so sure | |
now life is awful again | |
a troughful of hearts would only | |
be a bore | |
a week in Paris will ease the bite | |
of it | |
but all I really care | |
is to smile in spite of it | |
I' ll forget you | |
I will and 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 |