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All Of Me (1931)
02:04
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When I take you out tonight with me,
Honey, here's the way it's goin' to be;
You will set behind a team of snow-white horses
In the slickest gig ya ever see!
Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry
When I take you out in the surrey,
When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top!
Watch that fringe an' see how it flutters
When I drive them high-steppin' strutters
Nosey-folks'll peek through their shutters and their eyes will pop!
The wheels are yeller, the upholstery's brown
The dashboard's genuine leather
With isinglass curtains you can roll right down
In case there's a change in the weather
Two bright side-lights, winkin' and blinkin'
Ain't no finer rig, I'm a thinkin'!
You can keep yer rig if you're thinkin' that I'd care to swap
For that shiny little surrey with the fringe on the top!
[Instrumental Break]
The sun is sittin' on the rim of a hill,
The moon is takin' a header,
And just as I'm thinkin' all the earth is still,
A lark'll wake up in the medder...
Hush! you bird, my baby's a sleepin'
Maybe got a dream worth a keepin'
Whoa, you team, an' just keep a creepin' at a slow clip clop
Don't you hurry with that surrey with the fringe on the top
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[Verse]
The things I used to like
I don't like anymore,
I want a lot of other things
I've never had before.
It's just like mother says,
I sit around and mope,
Pretending I am wonderful,
And knowing I'm a dope!
[Refrain]
I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm,
I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string.
I'd say that i had spring fever,
But I know it isn't spring.
I am starry eyed and vaguely discontented,
Like a nightingale without a song to sing.
Oh, Why should I have spring fever
When it isn't even spring?
I keep wishing I were somewhere else,
Walking down a strange new street,
Hearing words that I have never heard
From a man I've yet to meet.
I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams,
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing,
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud
Or a robin on the wing.
But I feel so gay,
In a melancholy way,
That it might as well be spring...
It might as well be spring.
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Take me beyond the pearly gates
Through a beautiful marble hall,
Take me before the highest throne
And let me be judged by the highest Judge of all!
Let the Lord shout and yell,
And His eyes flash flame,
I promise not to quiver when He calls my name,
Let Him send me to hell,
But before I go,
I feel that I'm entitled to a hell of a show!
Want pink-faced angels on a purple cloud,
Twangin' on their harps till their fingers get red,
Want organ music - let it roll out loud,
Rollin' like a wave, washin' over my head!
Want ev'ry star in heaven
Hangin' in the room,
Shinin' in my eyes
When I hear my doom!
Reckon my sins are good big sins,
And the punishment won't be small;
So take me before the highest throne
And let me be judged by the highest Judge of all.
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You're just too marvellous
Too marvellous for words
Like glorious, glamorous
And that old standby, amorous.
It's all too wonderful
I'll never find the words
That say enough, tell enough
I mean, they're just not swell enough
You're much too much
And just too very, very
To ever be in Webster's Dictionary
And so I'm borrowing
A love song from the birds
To tell you that you're marvellous
Just too marvellous for words
[Instrumental Break]
The sweetest words
In Keats and Shelley's lyrics
Aren't sweet enough to be your panegyrics!
And so I'm borrowing
A love song from the birds
To tell you that you're marvellous
Just too marvellous for words
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Thou Swell (1927)
02:58
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[Verse: Male]
Babe, we are well met
As in a spell met
I lift my helmet
Sandy, You're just dandy
For just this here lad
You're such a fistful
My eyes are mist-ful
Are you too wistful to care
Do say you care to say
"Come near lad."
You are so graceful
Have you wings?
You have a face full of nice things
You have no speaking voice, dear
With ev'ry word it sings:
[Refrain: Male]
Thou swell! Thou witty!
Thou sweet! Thou grand!
Wouldst kiss me pretty?
Wouldst hold my hand?
Both thine eyes are cute too
What they do to me
Hear me holler I choose a sweet lollapaloosa in thee
I'd feel so rich in a hut for two
Two rooms and kitchen I'm sure would do
Give me just a plot of
Not a lot of land
And Thou Swell! Thou Witty! Thou Grand!
[Verse: Female]
Thy words are queer, Sir
Unto mine ear, Sir
Yet thou art a dear, Sir, to me
Thou could'st woo me
Now could'st though try, knight
I'd murmur "Swell", too
And like it well too
More thou wilt tell to Sandy
Thou art dandy
Now art though my knight
Thine arms are martial
Thou hast grace
My cheek is partial to thy face
And if thy lips grow weary
Mine are their resting place
[Refrain: Female]
Thou swell! Thou witty!
Thou sweet! Thou grand!
Wouldst kiss me pretty?
Wouldst hold my hand?
Both thine eyes are cute too
What they do to me
Hear me holler I choose a sweet lollapaloosa in thee
I'd feel so rich in a hut for two
Two rooms and kitchen I'm sure would do
Give me just a plot of
Not a lot of land
And Thou Swell! Thou Witty! Thou Grand!
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[Refrain: Female]
It's got to be love,
It couldn't be tonsillitis.
It feels like neuritis,
but nevertheless it's love.
Don't tell me the pickles
And pie a-la-mode they served me,
Unnerved me,
And made my heart a broken-down pump!
It's got to be love,
It isn't the morning after,
That makes ev'ry rafter
Go spinnin' around above.
I'm sure that it's fatal,
Oh, why do I get that sinking feeling!
I think that I'm dead,
But nevertheless it's only love!
[Refrain: Male]
It's got to be love
It could have been fallen arches,
Or too many starches,
But nevertheless it's love.
Don't tell me the lamp in
The barbershop gave me sun stroke,
With one stroke,
You made me feel like yesterday's hash!
It's got to be love --
It could've been indigestion,
Beyond any question
I'm fluttery as a dove.
I've heard people say it's no worse than a cold
But, oh, that fever!
I'm burned to a crisp,
But nevertheless it's only love
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Say, it's only a paper moon,
Sailing over a cardboard sea.
But it wouldn't be make-believe
If you believed in me
Yes, its only a canvas sky,
Hanging over a muslin tree.
But it wouldn't be make-believe
If you believed in me.
Without your love
It's a honky tonk parade
Without your love
It's a melody played in a penny arcade
It's a Barnum and Bailey world,
Just as phony as it can be
But it wouldn't be make-believe
If you believed in me.
[Instrumental Break]
Without your love
It's a honky tonk parade
Without your love
It's a melody played in a penny arcade
It's a Barnum and Bailey world,
Just as phony as it can be
But it wouldn't be make-believe
If you believed in me.
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[Verse]
You wait little girl on an empty stage
For fate to turn the light on
Your life little girl is an empty page
That men will want to write on
...to write on...
[Refrain: Male]
You are sixteen going on seventeen
Baby, it's time to think
Better beware be canny and careful
Baby, you're on the brink
You are sixteen going on seventeen
Fellas will fall in line
Eager young lads and roués and cads
Will offer you food and wine
Totally unprepared are you
To face a world of men
Timid and shy and scared are you
Of things beyond your ken
You need someone older and wiser
Telling you what to do
I am seventeen going on eighteen
I'll take care of you
[Refrain: Female]
I am sixteen going on seventeen
I know that I'm naive
Fellows I meet may tell me I'm sweet
And willingly I believe
I am sixteen going on seventeen
Innocent as a rose
Bachelor dandies, drinkers of brandies
What do I know of those?
Totally unprepared am I
To face a world of men
Timid and shy and scared am I
Of things beyond my ken
I need someone older and wiser
Telling me what to do
You are seventeen going on eighteen
I'll depend on you
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[Verse]
I touch your hand
And my arms grow strong
Like a pair of birds
That burst with song
My eyes look down
At your lovely face
And I hold the world
In my embrace
[Refrain]
Younger than springtime, are you
Softer than starlight, are you
Warmer than winds of June
Are the gentle lips you gave me
Gayer than laughter, are you
Sweeter than music, are you
Angel and lover, heaven and earth
Are you to me
And when your youth
And joy invade my arms
And fill my heart as now they do, then
Younger than springtime, am I
Gayer than laughter, am I
Angel and lover, heaven and earth
Am I with you!
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[Verse]
So much more than we ever knew
So much more were you born to do
If I draw back the curtain,
This I am certain,
You'll be impressed with you
[Refrain]
On a clear day
Rise and look around you
And you'll see who you are
On a clear day
How it will astound you
When the glow of your being outshines every star
You feel part of ev'ry mountain
Sea and shore
You can hear from far and near
A world you've never heard before
And on that clear day,
On that clear day
You can see forever
And ever, and ever more
[Instrumental Break]
You feel part of ev'ry mountain
Sea and shore
You can hear from far and near
A world you've never heard before
And on that clear day,
On that clear day
You can see forever
And ever, and ever more
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Riddell Productions Wellington, New Zealand
Riddell Productions was founded in 2014 by Stephen & Amanda Riddell.
Stephen is a folk
singer-songwriter and sound engineer who plays piano, guitar and harmonica.
Amanda is a virtuosa guitarist and composer who enjoys playing show music from the golden age of Broadway.
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