Tuesday, Jan 16, 2007 at 10:03
For a small financial consideration I have a CD available of yours trully at the Pamona Theatre Organ... This golden oldie is included....How about some Cole Porter, women of my generation throw their knickers at you for some Night & Day...
I've got you under my skin,
I've got you deep in the heart of me,
So deep in my heart . . . you're really a part of me,
I've got you under my skin!
I tried so . . . not to give in,
I said to myself . . . this affair, never will go so
well!
But why should I try to resist,
When 'Darling' I know so
well,
I've got you under my skin!
I'd sacrifice anything, come what might,
For the sake of having you near!
In spite of the warning voice, that comes in the night,
And repeats, and repeats, in my ear . . .
"Don't you know little fool . . . you never can win!
Use your mentality, wake up to reality!"
But each time I do . . . just the thought of you,
Makes me 'stop' before I begin,
'Cause I've got you . . . Hmm I got you,
I got you . . . under my skin!
Begin the Beguine
When they begin the beguine,
It brings back the sound of music so tender,
It brings back the night of tropical splendour,
It brings back a memory evergreen!
I'm with you once more under the stars,
And down by the shore an orchestra's playin'
Even the palms seems to be swayin'
When they begin the beguine!
To live it again is past all endeavour,
Except when that tune clutches my heart,
And there we are swearin' to love forever,
And promising never, never to part!
What moments divine, what raptures serene,
'Till clouds came along to disperse the joys we had tasted . . .
Now, when I hear people curse the chance that was wasted,
I know but too
well what they mean!
So, don't let them begin the beguine,
Let the love that was once a fire remain an ember . . .
Let it sleep like the dead desire I only remember,
When they begin the beguine!
Oh yes, let them begin the beguine, make them play!
'Till the stars that were there before return above you,
'Till you whisper to me once more, "Darling, I love you!"
And we suddenly know, what heaven we're in,
When they begin the beguine!
When they begin . . . the beguine!
In the Still of the Night
( Do you love me? Do you love me? )
In the still of the night, as I gaze from my window,
At the moon in it's flight, my thoughts all stray to you . . .
In the still of the night, while the world is in slumber,
Oh the times without number, Darling when I say to you,
"Do you love me, as I love you?
Are you my life to be, my dreams come true? ( Will you be my dream come true? )
Or, will this dream of
mine fade out of sight?"
Like the moon growing dim, on the rim of the
hill,
In the chill, still of the night . . . ( Do you love me? )
( Do you love me? )
In the still of the night . .
You Do Something to Me
You do somethin' to me,
Somethin' that simply mystifies me,
Tell me, why should it be?
You have the power to hypnotize me . . .
Let me live 'neath your spell,
Do do that 'voodoo' that you do so
well!
For you do somethin' to me,
That nobody else could do!
You . . . do . . . somethin' to me,
Somethin' that simply mystifies me,
Tell . . . me . . . why should it be?
You have the power to hypnotize me . . .
Let me live 'neath your spell,
Do do that 'voodoo' that you do so
well!
For you do somethin' to me,
That nobody else could do!
That nobody else could do . . .
Like the beat beat beat of the tom-tom
When the jungle shadows fall Like the tick tick tock of the stately clock
As it stands against the wall
Like
the drip drip drip of the raindrops
When the summer shower is through
So a voice within me keeps repeating you, you, you
Night and day, you are the one
Only you beneath the moon or under the sun
Whether near to me, or far It's no matter darling where you are
I think of you Day and night, night and day, why is it so
That this longing for you follows wherever I go
In the roaring traffic's boom
In the silence of my lonely room I think of you Day and night, night and day
Under the hide of me
There's an oh such a hungry yearning burning inside of me
And this torment won't be through
Until you let me spend my life making love to you Day and night, night and day
No not working my end, knickers firmly secure....How about your end Baz?
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