1.It Might As Well Be Spring
Lyricist：Oscar Hammerstein II
Writer(s)：Richard Rodgers
(1945) richard rodgers, oscar hammerstein ii
The things I used to like, I dont like any more,
I want a lot of other things Ive never had before,
Its just like my mamma says, I sit around and mourn
Pretending that I am so wonderful and knowing Im adored
Im as restless as a willow in a windstorm,
Im as jumpy as a puppet on a string,
Id say that I had spring fever,
But I know it isnt spring.
Im as starry eyed and gravely discontented,
Like a nightingale without a song to sing.
Oh, why should I have spring fever,
When it isnt even spring？
I keep wishing I were somewhere else,
Walking down a strange new street,
Hearing words I have never never heard,
From a man Ive yet to meet.
Im as busy as a spider spinning daydreams,
Im as giddy as a baby on a swing,
I havent seen a crocus or a rosebud,
Or a robin or a bluebird on the wing,
But I feel so gay in a melancholy way,
That it might as well be spring,
It might as well be, might as well be,
It might as well be spring.
2.Ces Petits Riens
Lyricist：Serge Gainsbourg
Writer(s)：Serge Gainsbourg
Mieux vaut ne penser à rien
Que ne pas penser du tout
Rien c'est déjà
Rien c'est déjà beaucoup
On se souvient de rien
Et puisqu'on oublie tout
Rien c'est bien mieux
Rien c'est bien mieux que tout
Mieux vaut ne penser à rien
Que de penser à vous
Ça ne me vaut rien
Ça ne me vaut rien du tout
Comme si de rien
N'était je pense à tous
Ces petits riens
Qui me venaient de vous
Si c'était trois fois rien
Trois fois rien entre nous
Évidemment
Ça ne fait pas beaucoup
Ce sont ces petits riens
Que j'ai mis bout à bout
Ces petits riens
Qui me venaient de vous
Mieux vaut pleurer de rien
Que de rire de tout
Pleurer pour un rien
C'est déjà beaucoup
Mais vous vous n'avez rien
Dans le cur et j'avoue
Je vous envie
Je vous en veux beaucoup
Ce sont ces petits riens
Qui me venaient de vous
Les voulez-vous ？
Tenez ! Que voulez-vous ？
Moi je ne veux pour rien
Au monde plus rien de vous
Pour être à vous
Faut être à moitié fou.
3.Postcard Lovers
Lyricist：Kazuo Ishiguro
Writer(s)：Jim Tomlinson
4.If I Were A Bell
Lyricist：Frank Loesser
Writer(s)：Frank Loesser
Ask me how do I feel
Ask me now that we're cosy and clinging
Well sir, all I can say, is if I were a bell I'd be ringing!
From the moment we kissed tonight
That's the way I've just gotta behave
Boy, if I were a lamp I'd light
And If I were a banner I'd wave!
Ask me how do I feel, little me with my quiet upbringing
Well sir, all I can say is if gate I'd be swinging!
And if I were a watch I'd start popping my springs!
Or if I were a bell I'd go ding dong, ding dong ding!
Ask me how do I feel from this chemistry lesson I'm learning.
SKY(spoken) Uh, chemistry？
SARAH(spoken) Yes, chemistry!
Well sir, all I can say is if I were a bridge I'd be burning!
Yes, I knew my moral would crack
From the wonderful way that you looked!
Boy, if I were a duck I'd quack!
Or if I were a goose I'd be cooked!
Ask me how do I feel, ask me now that we're fondly caressing
Well, if I were a salad I know I'd be splashing my dressing
Ask me how to describe this whole beautiful thing
Well, if I were a bell I'd go ding dong, ding dong ding!
5.Corcovado
Lyricist：Gene Lees
Writer(s)：Antonio Carlos Jobim
Quiet nights of quiet stars,
quiet chords from my guitar
Floating in the silence that surrounds us
Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams,
quiet walks by quiet streams,
and a window looking on to Corcovado.
How lovely! this is where i want to be.
Here, with you so close to me,
untill the final flicker of lifes 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.
6.Waters Of March
Lyricist：Antonio Carlos Jobim
Writer(s)：Antonio Carlos Jobim
A stick, a stone
It's the end of the road
It's the rest of a stump
It's a little alone.
It's a sliver of glass
It is life, it's the sun
It is night, it is death
It's a trap, it's a gun.
The oak when it blooms,
A fox in the brush
A knot in the wood
The song of a thrush
The wood of the wind
The cliff, a fall
A scratch, a lump
It is nothing at all.
It's the wind blowing free
It's the end of the slope
It's a beam, it's a void
It's a hunch, it's a hope
And the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March;
It's the end of the strain
It's the joy in your heart.
The foot, the ground
The flesh and the bone
The beat of the road
A slingshot stone
A fish, a flash
A silvery glow.
A fight, a bet
The range of a bow.
The bed of the well,
The end of the line,
The dismay in the face.
It's a loss, it's a find.
A spear, a spike
A point, a nail,
A drip, a drop
The end of the tale.
A truckload of bricks
In the soft morning light,
It's the shot of the gun
In the dead of the night.
A mile, a must
A thrust, a bump
It's a girl, it's a rhyme
It's a cold, it's the mumps.
The plan of the house.
The body in bed.
And the car that got stuck.
It's the mud, it's the mud.
A float, a drift
A flight, a wing
A hawk, a quail
The promise of spring
And the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the joy in your heart
It's the joy in your heart.
A snake, a stick
It is John, it is Joe
It's a thorn in your hand
Or a cut on your toe,
A point, a grain
A bee, a bite
A blink, a buzzard
A sudden stroke of night.
A pin, a needle
A sting, a pain
A snail, a wasp
A riddle, a stain.
A pass in the moutains
A horse and a mule,
In the distance the shelves
Grow three shadows of blue.
And the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the promise of life
In your heart, in your heart.
A stick, a stone,
The end of the load,
The rest of the stump,
A lonesome road.
A sliver of glass,
A life, the sun,
A night, the death,
The end of the run.
And the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March,
It's the end of all strain,
It's the joy in your heart.
It's the joy in your heart.
It's the joy in your heart.
It's the joy in your heart.
7.The Best Is Yet To Come
Writer(s)：Cy ColemanCarolyn Leigh
Out of the tree of life I just picked me a plum
You came along and everything started to hum
Still, it's a real good bet, the best is yet to come
The best is yet to come, and babe, won't it be fine ？
You think you've seen the sun, but you ain't seen it shine
Wait till the warm-up's underway, wait till our lips have met
Wait till you see that sunshine day, you ain't seen nothin' yet
The best is yet to come, and babe, won't it be fine
The best is yet to come, come the day you're mine
I'm gonna teach you to fly, we've only tasted the wine
We're gonna drain the cup dry
Wait till your charms are right for these arms to surround
You think you've flown before, but you ain't left the ground
Wait till you're locked in my embrace, wait till I draw you near
Wait till you see that sunshine place, ain't nothin' like it
here
The best is yet to come, and babe, won't it be fine
The best is yet to come, come the day you're mine
8.O Comboio
Lyricist：Antonio Ladeira
Writer(s)：Jim Tomlinson
9.Dreamer
Writer(s)：Antonio Carlos JobimGene Lees
10.Breakfast On The Morning Tram
Lyricist：Kazuo Ishiguro
Writer(s)：Jim Tomlinson
So here you are in this city
With a shattered heart, it seems
Though when you arrived you thought you'd have
The holiday of your dreams
You'd cry yourself to sleep if you could
But you've been awake all night
Well here's something that you need to do
At the first hint of morning light
Walk right across the deserted city
To the Boulevard Amsterdam
And wait there
For what the citizens here
Refer to as the Breakfast Tram
Climb on board
You'll soon manage
To find at the far end of the carriage
The most wonderful buffet
There's everything you'd want to eat
You can take a feast back to your seat
Whatever you can fit onto your tray
And the mist on the windows will start to fade
As the sun climbs higher in the sky
And you can sit back with your café au lait
While outside the waking city clatters by
So things didn't quite meet expectations
But you're bound to conclude upon reflection
There's no reason you should give a damn
Just treat yourself
To a cinnamon pancake
Very soon you'll forget your heartache
When you have breakfast on the morning tram
It'll be quite quiet when you first get on
But as that tram keeps moving along
It'll fill with people starting on their day
They'll be laughing and joking as they eat
They'll be passing plates along the seats
Your night of heartache will soon seem far away
And even though you're a stranger
They'll make you feel
Right at home
They'll be offering to refill your coffee
They won't have you sitting there alone
They've seen many others just like you
And each one of them has had it happen too
So just enjoy your scrambled eggs and ham
Treat yourself
To a cinnamon pancake
Very soon you'll forget your heartache
When you have breakfast on the morning tram
And even though you're a stranger
They'll make you feel
Right at home
They'll be offering to refill your coffee
They won't have you sitting there alone
'Cause they've seen many others just like you
And each one of them has had it happen too
So just enjoy your fresh croissant and jam
And don't neglect the Belgian waffles
You'll soon forget your troubles
When you have breakfast on the morning tram
11.They Can't Take That Away From Me
Lyricist：Ira Gershwin
Writer(s)：George Gershwin
The way you wear your hat
The way you sip your tea
The memory of all that
No they can't take that away from me
The way your smile just beams
The way you sing off key
The way you haunt my dreams
No they can't take that away from me
We may never never meet again, on
that bumpy road to love
But I'll always, always keep the memory of
The way you hold your knife
The way we danced till three
The way you changed my life
No they can't take that away from me
12.Samba Saravah
Writer(s)：Vinicius De MoraesBaden Powell
ætre heureux, c'est plus ou moins ce qu'on cherche
J'aime rire, chanter et je n'empêche
Pas les gens qui sont bien d'être joyeux
Pourtant s'il est une samba sans tristesse
C'est un vin qui ne donne pas l'ivresse
Un vin qui ne donne pas l'ivresse, non
Ce n'est pas la samba que je veux
J'en connais que la chanson incommode
D'autres pour qui ce n'est rien qu'une mode
D'autres qui en profitent sans l'aimer
Moi je l'aime et j'ai parcouru le monde
En cherchant ses racines vagabondes
Aujourd'hui pour trouver les plus profondes
C'est la samba-chanson qu'il faut chanter
On m'a dit qu'elle venait de Bahia
Qu'elle doit son rythme et sa poésie Ã
Des siècles de danse et de douleur
Mais quels que soient les sentiments qu'elle exprime
Elle est blanche de formes et de rimes
Blanche de formes et de rimes
Elle est nègre, bien nègre, dans son cÅ'ur
Mais quelque soit le sentiment qu'elle exprime
Elle est blanche de formes et de rimes
Blanche de formes et de rimes
Elle est nègre, bien nègre, dans son cÅ'ur
13.Jardin D'hiver
Lyricist：Benjamin BiolayKeren - Ann Zeidel
Writer(s)：Benjamin BiolayKeren - Ann Zeidel
Je voudrais du soleil vert
Des dentelles et des théières
Des photos de bord de mer
Dans mon jardin d'hiver
Je voudrais de la lumière
Comme au Nouvelle Angleterre
Je veux changer d'atmosphère
Dans mon jardin d'hiver
Ma robe à fleurs sous la pluie de novembre
Tes mains qui courent, je n'en peux plus de t'attendre
Les années passent, qu'il est loin l'âge tendre
Nul ne peut nous entendre
Je voudrais du Fred Astère
Revoir un Latécoère
Je voudrais toujours te plaire
Dans mon jardin d'hiver
Je veux déjeuner par terre
Comme au long des golfes clairs
T'embrasser les yeux ouverts
Dans mon jardin d'hiver
Ma robe à fleurs sous la pluie de novembre
Tes mains qui courent, je n'en peux plus de t'attendre
Les années passent, qu'il est loin l'âge tendre
Nul ne peut nous entendre
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