Duke Ellington - Prelude to a kiss

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If you hear
A song in blue
Like a flower crying
For the dew
That was my heart serenading you
My prelude to a kiss

If you hear a song that grows
From my tender sentimental woes
That was my heart trying to compose
A prelude to a kiss

Though it s just a simple melody
With nothing fancy
Nothing much
You could turn it to a symphony
A Shubert tune with a Gershwin touch

Oh how my love song gently cries
For the tenderness within your eyes
My love is a prelude that never dies
A prelude to a kiss

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Though it s just a simple melody
With nothing fancy
Nothing much
You could turn it to a symphony
A Shubert tune with a Gershwin touch

Oh how my love song so gently cries
For the tenderness within your eyes
My love is a prelude that never dies
A prelude to a kiss

Inne utwory

  • Day dream
  • Satin doll
  • Rocks in my bed
  • I got it bad
  • Sophisticated lady
  • Caravan
  • Azure
  • Everything but you
  • All too soon
  • I let a song go out of my heart
  • My little brown book
  • In a mellow tone
  • Drop me off in harlem
  • Solitude
  • Bli-blip
  • In a sentimental mood
  • Just squeeze me
  • Lush life
  • Lost in meditation

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    I m a young robin way up hig,
    too old for the nest, too young to die,
    watching the jays and the grackles sail by,
    calling me bad names.
    I know I could fly if I wanted to,
    I know I could fly if I wanted to,
    I know I could fly if I wanted to,
    I...

    Big old bang

    Female flies in a plastic glass
    Take the Waltz with ice cube boys
    How long it s anybody s guess
    It s just a suicide toy in a bony hand
    Pistol in a bony hand
    Lies in hiding down below
    We could do with some bang bang bang
    To end...

    Diamonds in the coal

    My Name Is Jackson Jameson, a Coal Miner By Trade
    From a Part of Pennsylvania Even Jesus Couldn t Save
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    It s Nowhere in Particular But Everywhere in General

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    O Pamela

    This a page from my diary
    The fifteen day of November
    This a page from my diary
    What happened that day
    I don t remember

    But I do remember when
    I wrote these words and then
    And then reread them
    Slowly to myself
    Without emotion

    And although the feelings changed
    The words still sound the same
    O Pamela
    Tell everyone
    Hang my head in...

    Kiedyś

    Kiedyś
    Gdy zmądrzejemy
    Gdy świat się zmieni
    Gdy nadejdzie dzień
    Modlę się
    By kiedyś już umieć
    Tak dobrze żyć
    By dać żyć innym

    Kiedyś
    Gdy będzie uczciwiej
    I dużo mnie już
    Będziemy chcieć
    Będzie tak
    Że...