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Deeply rooted in the jazz tradition, Diana Krall‘s repertoire is not much different than what Ella or Sarah were singing a generation ago. This may sound like the safe choice, but it isn’t.
A thousand vocalists have ended up on the boulevard of broken dreams by trying to resuscitate «‘S Wonderful» or «Let’s Fall in Love.» These songs have been so picked over that there is hardly any meat left on their bones. But Krall avoids all the traps here. She doesn’t lapse into imitation of her predecessors. She doesn’t try to out-scat Ella or hit higher notes than Sarah. She doesn’t get cutesy or treat the song with museum-like reverence. Instead she does just what we want her to do—namely probe the emotional insides of these melodies. She lives the song, and does it with such honesty and immediacy, that we forget whether the song was written in 1938 or 1968. It sounds like she composed it on the piano this afternoon before showing up at the gig.
¤ Diana Krall←
∇ ‘I Love Being Here With You’ ⇓ [Rio_2008]
Anthony Wilson + John Clayton + Jeff Hamilton (drums!) + Paulinho da Costa
I love the East, I love the West
North and South, their both the best
But I only want go there as a guest
Cause I love being here with you
I love the sea, I love the shore
I love the rocks and what is more
You and they never be a bore
Cause I love being here with you
Singing in the shower
Laughing by the hour
Life is such a breezy game
I love all kinds of weather
As log as we’re together
Oh I love to hear you say my name
I love good wine, fine cuisine
Candle light I love the scene
Cause baby if you know just what I mean
I love being here with you
∇ ‘Let’s Fall In Love’ ⇓
I have a feeling, it’s a feeling,
I’m concealing, I don’t know why
It’s just a mental, sentimental alibi
But I adore you – So strong for you
Why go on stalling – I am falling
Our love is calling – Why be shy?
Let’s fall in love! Why shouldn’t we fall in love?
Our hearts are made of it
Let’s take a chance! Why be afraid of it
Let’s close our eyes and make our own paradise
Little we know of it, still we can try to make a go of it
We might have been meant for each other
To be or not to be – Let our hearts discover
Let’s fall in love
Why shouldn’t we fall in love
Now is the time for it, while we are young
Let’s fall in love
We might have been meant for each other
To be or not to be – Let our hearts discover
Let’s fall in love! Why shouldn’t we fall in love?
Now is the time for it, while we are young
Let’s fall in love . . .
∇ ‘Devil May Care’ ↓ [2001]
No cares for me – I’m happy as I can be
I learn to love and to live – Devil may care
No cares and woes – Whatever comes later goes
That’s how I’ll take and I’ll give – Devil may care
When the day is through, I suffer no regrets
I know that he who frets, loses the night
For only a fool, thinks he can hold back the dawn
He was wise to never tries to revise what’s past and gone
Live love today, love come tomorrow or May
Don’t even stop for a sigh, it doesn’t help if you cry
That’s how I live and I’ll die
Devil may care
∇ Temptation ⇓ [T. Waits]
Rusted brandy in a diamond glass
Everything is made from dreams
Time is made from honey slow and sweet
Only the fools know what it means
Temptation, temptation, temptation
Oh, temptation, temptation, I can’t resist
Well I know that she is made of smoke
But I’ve lost my way
He knows that I am broke
But I must play
Temptation, oh temptation, temptation, I can’t resist
Dutch pink and Italian blue
He is there waiting for you
My will has disappeared
Now confusion is so clear
Temptation, temptation, temptation
I can’t resist
Temptation, temptation, temptation
I can’t resist
East of the sun and west of the moon
We’ll build a dream house of love dear
Close to the sun in the day
Near to the moon at night
We’ll live in a lovely way dear
Sharing our love in the pale moonlight
Just you and I, forever and a day
Love will not die; we’ll keep it that way
Up among the stars we’ll find a harmony of life to a lovely tune
East of the sun and west of the moon dear
East of the sun and west of the moon
∞ ‘When The Curtain Comes Down’ ↓ [feat. Steve Buscemi]
Come on bring up the curtain and let the play being
We are actors and here’s our gig
Life’s a stage where it takes your best to win
So give it your all folks while you may
Too soon the shadows they call
And someday that curtain will fall
If you are rich , if you are poor
It’s all the same I’m sure
When the curtain comes down
Just go along doing your best
And you’ll find peace and rest
When the curtain comes down
What if everything goes wrong
What if sorrow comes along
Hide your feelings from the throne
Life can’t always be a song
While you are here if you play fair
You will be welcomed up there
When the curtain comes down
While the heroes are applauded
The villain is hist
The heroin’s happy
She’s fond of and pissed
We smile at the ending
We’ll laugh at the clown
And when it’s all over
The curtain, the curtain comes down
Diana Krall + Anthoni Wilson + Robert Hurst + Karriem Riggins
01_’Jockey Full Of Bourbon’ ⇑ [T Waits]
Edna Million in a drop dead suit – Dutch pink pink on a downtown train
Two dollar pistol but the gun won’t shoot – I’m in the corner in the pouring rain
16 men on a deadman’s chest and I’ve been drinking from a broken cup
2 pairs of pants and a mother vest – I’m full of bourbon; I can’t stand up.
Hey little bird, fly away home …
Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan’s head and I’ve been stepping on the devil’s tail
Across the stripes of full moon’s head through the bars of a Cuban jail
Bloody fingers on a purple knife – A flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass
I’m on the lawn with someone else’s wife – Come admire the view from up on top of the mast
Hey little bird, fly away home …
Yellow sheets in Hong Kong bed – Stazybo horn and a Singerland ride
To the carnival is what she said – A hundred dollars makes it dark inside.
Edna Million in a drop dead suit – Dutch pink pink on a downtown train
Two dollar pistol but the gun won’t shoot – I’m in the corner in the pouring rain
Hey little bird, fly away home …
02 – ‘Just Found Out About Love’
I just found out about love and I like it, I like itI like what love has been doing to me
I hold you close in my arms and I like it, I like it
Oh, what a beautiful future I see It’s a one time only – It’s a lifetime deal
And I know it’s real, I can tell by the way that I feel Right now I’m livin’ it up and I like it, I like it
Hey you, give me a clue, What’s love doing to you
Looks like you could be liking it too …
There’s a sound in the wind, blowing down the road I’ve been
I can hear it cry while shadows steal the Sun
But I cannot look back now, come too far to turn around
And there’s still a race ahead, I must run
I’m only half way home – I got a journey on,
Where I’ll find the things I have lost
I’ve come a long, long road – Still I’ve got miles to go
I’ve got a wide, wide river to cross
I have stumbled, I have strayed
You can trace the tracks I’ve made
All across the memories, why aren’t we gone
But I’m just a refugee, won’t you sing a prayer for me
Cause sometimes even the strongest soldiers falls
I’m only half way home – I got a journey on . . .
04_’Simple Twist Of Fate’ [B Dylan]
They sat together in the park as the evening sky grew dark,
She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones.
‘Twas then he felt alone and wished that he’d gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate.
They walked along by the old canal, a little confused, I remember well
And stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burnin’ bright.
He felt the heat of the night hit him like a freight train
Moving with a simple twist of fate.
A saxophone someplace far off played as she was walkin’ by the arcade.
As the light bust through a beat-up shade where he was wakin’ up,
She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate.
He woke up, the room was bare – He didn’t see her anywhere.
Told himself he didn’t care, pushed the window open wide,
Felt an emptiness inside to which he just could not relate
Brought on by a simple twist of fate.
He hears the ticking of the clocks and walks along with a parrot that talks,
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailers all roll in.
Maybe she’ll pick him out again, how long must he wait
Once more for a simple twist of fate.
People tell me it’s a sin to know and feel too much within.
I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring.
She was born in spring, and I was born too late
Blame it on a simple twist of fate.
Heaven, I’m in heaven
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we’re out together dancing cheek to cheek
Heaven, I’m in heaven
And the cares that hung around me through the week
Seem to vanish like a gambler’s lucky streak
When we’re out together dancing cheek to cheek
Oh I love to climb a mountain and reach the highest peak
But it doesn’t thrill me half as much as dancing cheek to cheek
Oh I love to go out fishing . . .
06_‘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 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
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
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 when you said goodbye
Walk on by – Walk on by
- * * *
⇒ w/ Natalie Cole: ‘Better Than Anything’ ⇐
Better than cream cheese and bagels
Better than honey on bread
Better than champagne and pretzels
Better than breakfast in bed
Better than chili rellenos
Better than chocolate e’clairs
Better than hothouse tomatoes
Better than fresh Bartlett pears
Better than dining a la carte
Or simply gastronomic art
Better than anything except being in love
Better than making a million
Better than being a queen
Better than oil wells and gold mines
Better than pastures of green
Better than finding a horseshoe
Better than losing your head
Better than anything ever thought of
Better than anything ever said
Ah, ha, better than singing right out loud
Or being, ha, spotted in a crowd
Better than (better than anything) anything except being (except being) in love
Better than elephants, elephants are dancing
Better than clowns on parade
Better than peanuts and popcorn
Better than pink lemonade
Better than rides on the midway
Better than seals blowing horns
Better than men shot through cannons
Better than fresh ears of corn
Ah, better than balancing on a wire
Or watching tigers jump through fire
Better than anything except being in love
Better than driving ‘round the park
Or watching fireflies after the dark
Better than anything except being in love
«OK, now, Diana, are you sure that love is better than shopping?»
«I cannot … I cannot tell a lie, er … Better.»
«I know those shoes are kicking your mind…»
«I’ve only come down from Barneys to here but it’s still better»
Oh, come on, come on
[ . . . ]
Still better
Well, maybe close second
Very close second
Better, more better . . . Better, better, better …
Better than anything except being in love
∞ ‘Route 66’ ⇐
. . . Natalie Cole: «…Oh yeah. This is my kind of party, yeah! Hu, hu… All right. We’re gonna just do a little song, sung here for you, a tribute to the sounds of Mr Nat King Cole, you should all know this one, very cool, very easy, let’s go! Take a little journey, all right?»
Well if you ever plan to motor west
Just take my way that the highway that the best
Get your kicks on Route 66
Well it winds from Chicago to L.A.
More than 2000 miles all the way
Get your kicks on Route 66
Well it goes from St Louis, Joplin Missouri
Oklahoma city looks mighty pretty
Youl see Amarillo and Gallup, New Mexico
Flagstaff, Arizona dont forget Winona
Kingsman, Barstaw, San Bernadino
Would you get hip to this kindly tip
And go take that California trip
Get your kicks on Route 66
Well it goes from St. Louis, Joplin Missouri
Oklahoma city looks mighty pretty
Youl see Amarillo and Gallup, New Mexico
Flagstaff, Arizona dont forget Winona
Kingsman, Barstaw, San Bernadino
Would you get hip to this kindly tip
When you make that California trip
Get your kicks on Route 66
Get your kicks on Route 66?
Crazy, crazy for feeling so lonely
I’m crazy, crazy for feeling so blue
I knew you’d love me as long as you wanted
And then some day you’d leave me for somebody new
Worry, why do I let myself worry?
Wondering what in the world did I do?
I am crazy for thinking that my love could hold you
I’m crazy for trying and crazy for crying
And I’m crazy for loving you . . .
÷ ÷ ÷ ÷ ÷ ÷
♣ Emilie-Claire Barlow
Emilie-Claire leads her stellar band through innovative arrangements of American-Songbook treasures, rhythmic bossa novas, and elegant ballads… A voice of unforgettable beauty.
◊ The beat goes on soul bossa nova ↓
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain
La de da de de, la de da de da
Charleston was once the rage, uh huh
History has turned that page, uh huh
The mini skirts the current thing, uh huh
Teenybopper is our newborn king, uh huh
And the beat goes on, the beat goes on
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain
La de da de de, la de da de da . . .
The grocery store’s the super mart, uh huh
Little girls still break their hearts, uh huh
And men still keep on marching off to war
Electrically they keep a baseball score
And the beat goes on . . .
Grandmas sit in chairs and reminisce
Boys keep chasing girls to get a kiss
The cars keep going faster and faster all the time
Bums still cry «hey buddy, have you got a dime»
And the beat goes on. . .
∇ ‘All I Do Is Dream Of You’ ⇓ [«Haven’t We Met»]
All I do is dream of you
The whole night through
With the dawn I still go on
Dreamin’ of you
You’re every thought, you’re everything
You’re every song I ever sing
Summer, winter, autumn, and spring
And were there more than twenty-four hours in day
Well They’d be spent in sweet content dreaming a way
When skies are grey, when skies are blue
Morning, noon, and night-time too
All I do the whole day through is dream of you
•→ What a Little Moonlight Can Do
Ooh, ooh, ooh – What a little moonlight can do
Ooh, ooh, ooh – What a little moonlight can do to you
You’re in love – Your heart is fluttering all day long
You only stutter ‘cause your poor tongue just cannot utter the words
‘I love you’
Ooh, ooh, ooh – What a little moonlight can do
Wait a while till a little moonbeam comes peepin’ through
and you’ll get bored – You can’t resist him
And all you’ll say when you’ve kissed him is
Ooh, →, ooh – What a little moonlight can do
∇ ‘Sunshine Superman’ ⇓ [Tokyo_2013]
Could’ve tripped out easy a but I’ve a changed my ways
It’ll take time, I know it but in a while
You’re gonna be mine, I know it, and we’ll do it in style
‘Cause I made my mind up you’re going to be mine
Any trick in the book oh, baby, all that I can find
But I can make like a turtle and dive for your pearls in the sea, oh
You can just sit there a-thinking on your velvet throne
‘Bout all the rainbows that you can a-have for your own
When you’ve made your mind up that you’re going to be mine
When I say we’ll be cool I think that you know what I mean
We stood on a beach at sunset, do you remember when
I know a beach where, baby, a-it never ends
When you’ve made your mind up you’re going to be mine
‘Cause I made my mind up you’re going to be mine
Any trick in the book oh, baby, all that I can find
∇ ‘Sweet Thing’ ⇓ [2015]
And I will drink the clear clean water, just to quench my thirst
And I will watch the fairy birds and then get high
On a blue ocean against tomorrow sky
And I will walk and talk in gardens on way with rain
And I will never ever grow so old again
Hu-ohh, ooo, my sweet sweet thing
Hey, it’s me I’m dynamite and I don’t know why
You should take me strongly in your arms again, again, again, and I will not remember that I even felt the pain
And I will walk and talk in gardens of misty and wet with rain
And I will never ever, never ever never ever, never ever grow so old again
Hu-ohh, my, my, my, my, my sweet thing
Fah-fah, fa-oo, fe-ah, fo-la-de-doo, do-do, oh-la-oo, oo-do, oo-do-do
Bah-da, de, fe-fe-oo-do, bah-ah, do-oo-mm
Ha-oh, my sweet sweet thing
Ha-oh, oo-do, my, my, my, my sweet thing
Ha-oh, oo-oo, my sweet thing
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