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Diana Krall


Background information
Birth name Diana Jean Krall
Born November 16, 1964
Born place Nanaimo, British Columbia, Canada
Genre(s) Jazz
Traditional pop
Years active 1990—present
Label(s) Verve Records
GRP Records
Associated acts Elvis Costello
Website Website



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Diana Krall Album


Quiet Nights (03/31/2009)
03/31/2009
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I See Your Face Before Me (iTunes bonus track)
. . .


It seems we stood and talked like this before,
We looked at each other in the same way then,
But i can't remeber where...
Or when.

The clothes you're wearing are the clothes you wore,
The smile you are smiling you where similing then,
But I can't remeber where...
Or when.

Some things that happened for the first time
Seem to be happening again.

And so it seems that we have met before,
And laughed before and loved before,
But who knows where or when.

And so it seems that we have met before,
And laughed before and loved before,
But who knows where or when...
Who knows where or when.

. . .


I search for phrases to sing your praises
But there aren't any magic adjectives
To tell you all you are

You're just too marvelous, too marvelous
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 just aren't 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 marvelous
Too marvelous for words

. . .


I've grown accustomed to his face,
He almost makes the day begin,
I've grown accustomed to the tune he whistle night and noon.
His smiles, his frowns,
His ups his downs are second nature ot me know
Like breathing out and breathing in.

I was so really independent and content before we met,
Surely i could always be that way again and yet
I've grown accustomed to his looks,
Accustomed to his voice,
Accustomed to his face.

I've grown accustomed to his face,
He almost makes the day begin.
I've gotten used to hear him say good morning everyday.
His joys, his woes, his highs, his lows
Are sencond nature to me know
Like breathing out, breathing in

I'm very glad he's a man and so easy to forget
Rather like a habit one can always break and yet
I've grown accustomed to the trace of something in the air
Accustomed to his face

. . .


Oh how I love him
But he just doesnґt see

Tall and tan and young and handsome
The boy from Ipanema goes walking
And when he passes
Each girl he passes goes - ah

When he walks
Heґs like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when he passes each girl
He passes goes - ah

Ooh but I watch him so sadly
How can I tell him I love him
Yes I would give my heart gladly
But each day
When he walks to the sea
He looks straight ahead not at me

Tall and tan and young and handsome
The boy from Ipanema goes walking
And when he passes goes - ah

I smile - but he doesnґt see (doesnґt see)
He just doesnґt see he never sees me

. . .


If you see me walking ddown the street
And i start to cry each time we meet
Walk on by
Walk on by
Make believe that you don't see the tears
Just let me grieve in private
Cause each time i see you i break down and cry
Walk on by.

I just can't get over losing you and so if i seem broken and blue
Walk on by
Walk on by
Foolish pride that's all that i have left
So let me hide the tears and the sadness you gave me when you said goodbye
Walk on by.

If you see me walking down the street and i start to cry each time we meet
Walk on by
Walk on by
Make believe that you don't see the tears
Just let me grieve in private
Cause each tim i see you i break down and cry
Walk on by

I just can't get over losing you an so if I seem broken and blue walk on by
Walk on by
Foolish pride is all I have left so let me hide
The tears and the sadness you gave me whe nyou said goodbye
Walk on by
Walk on by

. . .


The torch I carry is handsome
It's worth its heartache in ransom
And when the twilight steals
I know how the lady in the harbor feels

When I want rain I get sunny weather
I'm just as blue as the sky
Since love is gone, can't pull myself together
Guess I'll hang my tears out to dry

Friends ask me out, I tell them I'm busy
I must get a new alibi, I stay at home
And ask myself where is he?
Guess I'll hang my tears out to dry

Dry little teardrops hanging on a string of dreams
Fly little memories, my little memories
Remind him pf our crazy schemes

Somebody said just forget about him
So I gave that treatment a try
Strangely enough I got along without him
Then one day he passed me right by
Oh well, I guess I'll hang my tears out to dry

. . .


Este seu olhar
Quando encontra o meu
Fala de umas coisas
Que eu
Não posso acreditar
Doce é sonhar
É pensar que você
Gosta de mim
Como eu de você

Mas a ilusão
Quando se desfaz
Dói no coração
De quem sonhou
Sonhou demais
Ah
Se eu
Pudesse entender
O que dizem
Os seus olhos

. . .


Someone to hold me tight
That would be very nice
Someone to love me right
That would be very nice
Someone to understand each little dream in me
Someone to take my hand and be a team with me
So nice life would be so nice
If one day i find
Someone who would take my hand and samba through life with me

Someone to cling to me stay with me right or wrong
Someone to sing to me some little samba song
Someone to take my heart and give his heart to me
Someone who's ready to give love a start with me
Oh yes that would be so nice, nice
Should it be you and me
I could see it would be nice

Someone to cling to me stay with me right or wrong
Someone to sing to me some little samba song
Someone to take my heart and give his heart to me
Someone who's ready to give love a start with me
Oh yes, life would be so nice, nice
Should it be you and me
I could see it would nice

. . .


Quiet nights of quiet stars
Quiet cords from my guitar
Floating on the silence that surrounds us

Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams
Quiet walks by quiet streams
And the window looking on the mountains and the sea how lovely
This is where i want to be
Here with you so close to me
Until the final flicker of life's ember

I who was lost and lonely
Believing life was only
A bitter tragic joke
Have found with you
The meaning of existence
Oh my love

This is where i want to be
Here with you so close to me
Until the final flicker of life's ember
I who was lost and lonely
Believing life was only
A bitter tragic joke
Have found with you
The meaning of existence
Oh my love

. . .


You're my thrill
You do something to me
You send chills right through me
When I look at you
Cause you're my thrill

You're my thrill
How my pulse increases
I just go to pieces
When I look at you
Cause you're my thrill

Nothing seems to matter
Here's my heart on a silver platter
Where's my will
Why this strange desire
That keeps mounting higher
When I look at you
I can't keep still

You, my thrill
You know you are my thrill

Nothing seems to matte
Here's my heart on a silver platter
Where's my will
Why this strange desire
That keeps mounting higher
When I look at you
I can't keep still

You, my thrill
You know you are my thrill

. . .


I walk along the street of sorrow
The boulevard of broken dreams
Where gigolo and gigolette
Can take a kiss without regret
So they forget their broken dreams

You laugh tonight and cry tomorrow
When you behold your shattered dreams
And gigolo and gigolette
Awake to find their eyes are wet
With tears that tell of broken dreams

Here is where you'll always find me
Always walking up and down
But I left my soul behind me
In an old cathedral town

The joy that you find here you borrow
You cannot keep it long it seems
But gigolo and gigolette
Still sing a song and dance along
Boulevard of broken dreams

Here is where you'll always find me
Always walking up and down
But I left my soul behind me
In an old cathedral town

The joy that you find here you borrow
You cannot keep it long it seems
But gigolo and gigolette
Still sing a song and dance along
Boulevard of broken dreams

. . .


Everytime we say goodbye, I die a little,
Everytime we say goodbye, I wonder why a little,
Why the gods above me, who must be in the know.
Think so little of me, they allow you to go.
When you're near, there's such an air of spring about it,
I can hear a lark somewhere, begin to sing about it,
There's no love song finer, but how strange the change from major to minor,
Everytime we say goodbye.

When you're near, there's such an air of spring about it,
I can hear a lark somewhere, begin to sing about it,
There's no love song finer, but how strange the change from major to minor,
Everytime we say goodbye.

. . .

I See Your Face Before Me

[No lyrics]

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