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It's raining down sorrow and nothing but bad news
You know I've had it up to here
living with these blues
But I won't let it get me down,
it's not the only game in town
In my mind, I'm goin to Swing Street
I'm a dreamer on a rough road
And I need to hear the music once again
When there's nothing but bad news,
I've got a way to beat the blues
I close my eyes, and I go to Swing Street
We can dance there, there's a chance there
Of finding a little romance there
You don't know who you'll meet
When you're down on Swing Street
Lose your blues in a minute
Cop a groove and you're in it
I'm tellin you once, I'm tellin you twice
Better take my advice
If you're weepin and you're wailin'
I've got a cure to fix exactly what is ailin,
Count to four and grab my hand
say I'll meet you by the band
You and I, we're goin' to Swing Street
Give yourself to the rhythm
And every wrong is forgiven
You may even lose the bluest of blues
Get back on your feet
When your best friends turn to strangers
And one more workin' day
don't seem worth all the changes
Just reach out and take my hand
and I'll meet you by the band
You and I, we're goin' to Swing Street
Yes you and I, we're going to go
to Swing Street YEAH!
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(with Full Swing)
The night is glamorous
The weekend is ahead of us
And we're ready for it honey Big Fun
And we're ready for it honey Big Fun
Well I can hardly wait
The skyline shines like heaven's gate
And we're ready for it honey Big Fun
And we're ready for it honey Big Fun
Here comes Big Fun
I'm steppin' out with a special one
Here comes Big Fun
Got through the week somehow
We'll kiss like this
Catch up on all the romance we missed
Here comes Big Fun
We're gonna have it now
The workday's dead and gone
The girls are putting make-up on
And we're ready for it hone Big Fun
And we're ready for it honey Big Fun
Around the neighborhood
We concentrate on looking good
And we're ready for it honey Big Fun
And we're ready for it honey Big Fun
Chorus
A thundering dance beat
Spills into the big street
This is Big Fun
The crowds are peaking
And horns are beeping
This is Big Fun
We run through the door
Stampede the dance floor
This is Big Fun
We're flying non-stop
We'll do it till we drop
This is Big Fun
Chorus
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Let's go, ready or no
Let's take a chance
Let's go, ready or no
Come on let's dance
Gold from long ago
Savoy-The home of sweet romance
Savoy-It wins you at a glance
Savoy-Gives happy feet a chance to dance
Your form
Just like a clingin' vine
Your lips
So warm and sweet as wine
Your cheeks
So soft and close to mine
Divine
How my heart is singin'
While the band is swingin'
Never tired of rompin'
And stompin' with you
At the Savoy
What joy ЁC Tonight's the night
A perfect holiday
Savoy - The mood is right
Where we can glide and sway
Savoy - What a delight
Where we can stomp away with you
Savoy - Stompin' Stompin'
Savoy - Stompin'
Savoy ЁC I'm stompin' at the Savoy, Savoy
Savoy - Stompin¹ with you
Savoy -The home of sweet romance
Savoy-It wins you at a glance
Savoy-Gives happy feet a chance to dance
Oh how my heart is singin' - You and I
While the band is swingin' - Glidin' by
Never tired of rompin' - How I love
And stompin' with you - To dance
At the ЁC Romance
Savoy ЁC Let's dance
A perfect holiday - What a delight
Savoy - Romance
Where we can glide and sway - Into the night
Savoy - We'll be
There let me stomp away - Feelin' so right
Savoy - Baby you and me we're gonna keep
We'll keep on dancin' - On dancin'
What a joy! Savoy YEAH!
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(with Phyllis Hyman & Tom Scott)
BARRY:
There are no stars tonight,
There are no words to say
I feel my soul losing you
PHYLLIS:
Where did the good times go,
Baby what can we do Color our love
BOTH:
Black and blue, Black and blue
PHYLLIS:
When our hearts were young,
Clinging to each other Moonlight used to glow
BOTH:
When our hearts were young,
Then there was no other
BARRY:
Why'd we let it go
Down on the avenue, You can forget your name
BOTH:
Paint pretty pictures, False and true
BARRY:
Picture what we've become
PHYLLIS:
Running is all we do Color our love
BOTH:
Black and blue, Black and blue
Looks like a storm tonight
A storm is overdue
Color our love
Black and blue, Black and blue, Oh
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(with Kid Creole & the Coconuts)
BARRY:
Nobody knew who he really was
But they called him Mambo when he played
KID CREOLE:
He became the King King of Latin Swing
BOTH:
And oh, the music that he made
Hey Mambo
Did your mama teach you that
Hey Mambo
Did she know what she begat
KID CREOLE:
They used to come in their fancy threads
And he always turned them inside out
BARRY:
They would jam the floor
BOTH:
They would beg for more
BARRY:
And when they got it they would shout
Chorus
Take it away Do it again
Hey Mambo
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(with Diane Schuur & Stan Getz)
DIANE:
Summertime and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high
Oh your daddy's rich and your ma is good lookin'
So hush little baby don't you cry
BARRY:
One of these mornin's you're gonna rise up singin'
Then you'll spread your wings
and you'll take to the sky
But 'til that mornin' there's anothin' can harm you
With daddy and mammy standin' by
BOTH:
Oh, Summertime and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high
Oh your daddy's rich and your ma is good lookin'
So hush little baby don't you cry Cry, cry
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(with Tom Scott)
See I flew in from the West Coast
Just the other day.
Yes, I flew in from the West Coast
and we circled J.F.K.
The movie ended and I pulled up the shade,
looked out the window while the Muzak played.
But in my head I'm singin',
singin' the Brooklyn Blues. Oh, yeah
When you're growin' up in Brooklyn
the Bridge is like a friend.
Said when you're growin' up in Brooklyn
that Bridge is sure your friend.
Because that river, looks a hundred miles wide
when all your dreams are on the other side,
and th at can start you singin'
singin' the Brooklyn Blues. Oh, yeah
Now I've got myself some money
a mansion in Bel-aire.
Yes I've spent a lot of money
and I've been most everywhere.
But still there's somethin'
missin' I've got to find,
a part of me I must've left behind,
that makes a guy start feelin',
feelin' those Brooklyn Blues. My my.
I've sung love songs to a princess
more than once or twice.
I"ve sung rock 'n' roll in Paris,
jazz in paradise.
But there's a song of mine I couldn't have sung,
a tune I started back when I was young.
Now I've come home to finish,
finish my Brooklyn Blues.
My Brooklyn Blues.
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(with Uncle Festive)
And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart
High up in the sky the little stars climb
Always reminding me that we're apart
You wandered down the lane and far away
Leaving me a song that will not die
Love is now the stardust of yesterday
The music of the years gone by
Sometimes I wonder why I spend
The lonely night dreaming of a song
The melody haunts my reverie
And I am once again with you
When our love was new
And each kiss an inspiration
But that was long ago
Now my consolation is in the stardust of a song
Beside a garden wall
When stars are bright you are in my arms
The nightingale tells his fairy tale
Of paradise where roses grew
Though I dream in vain
In my heart it will remain
My stardust melody
The memory of love's refrain
Though I dream in vain
In my heart it will remain
My stardust melody
The memory of love's refrain
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Love slips away and we move on
Night becomes the dawn
Words tear us up just like a storm
Now love is gone leaving us strangers
The morning sky fills with rain
Nothing feels the same
Time leaves me remembering dreams
And places we've been
And how it all changes
Once when you were mine
We lived within a world all our own
Once when you were mine
Once there was a time
Love slips away and we move on
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(with Gerry Mulligan)
One more time As we lie by the firelight
Let me hold you Til you have to go away
Don't let it end
Let me pretend you'll stay
One more thrill
While we're still in our solitude
One more moment
I can touch you tenderly
Can this be real?
Doesn't it feel like a fantasy?
When the night moves on
I'm afraid you'll be gone
With no reason or rhyme
So if I borrow A bit of tomorrow
Is that such a crime?
Why can't we make believe
That the evening has just begun
Close your eyes to the rising sun
And hold me one more time
When the night moves on
I'm afraid you'll be gone
With no reason or rhyme
So if I borrow A bit of tomorrow
Is that such a crime?
Why can't we make believe
That the evening has just begun
Close your eyes to the rising sun
And hold me one more time
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