Fantastic Rhythm

Rain Check

Lush Life .......... Dianne Reeves

Satin Doll

Something to Live For .......... Dianne Reeves

Johnny Come Lately

Day Dream .......... Dianne Reeves

Tonk

Chelsea Bridge

My Little Brown Book .......... Dianne Reeves

Valse

Blood Count (My Flame Burns Blue) .......... Elvis Costello

The Flowers Die of Love

Lotus Blossom

So This Is Love

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I used to visit all the very gay places
Those come what may places
Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life
To get the feel of life...
From jazz and cocktails.

The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces
With distant gay traces
By too many through the day...
That used to be there you could see where they'd been washed away
Twelve o'clock tales.

To tempt me to madness!
Then you came along with your siren of song
I thought for a while that your poignant smile was tinged with the sadness

Of a great love for me.
I was wrong.
Ah yes! I was wrong...
Again,

And only last year everything seemed so sure.
Now life is awful again,
Life is lonely again,
A troughful of hearts could only be a bore.
A week in paris will ease the bite of it,
All I care is to smile in spite of it.

I'll forget you, I will
While yet you are still burning inside my brain.
Romance is mush,
Stifling those who strive.
And there I'll be, while I rot
I'll live a lush life in some small dive...
With the rest of those whose lives are lonely, too..

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I have almost ev'rything
A human could desire
Car and houses, bear skin rugs
To lie before my fire

But there's something missing
Something isn't there there
It seems I'm never kissing
The one whom I could care for

I want something to live for
Someone to make my life
An adventurous dream

Oh what wouldn't I give for
Someone to take my life
And make it seem
Great as they say it ought to be
Why-why can't I have love like that brought to me
My eye is watching the new crowd
Searching the promenade
Seeking a clue to the one
Who'll someday be mine
Something to live for

My eye is watching the new crowd
Searching the promenade
Seeking a clue to the one
Who will someday be mine
Be mine...Be mine...
Something to live for!

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Day dream, why do you haunt me so
Deep in a rosy glow
The face of my love you show

Day dream, I walk along on air
Building a castle there
For me and my love to share

Don't know the time
Lordy, I'm in a daze
Sun in the sky
While I moon around, feeling hazy

Day dream, why do you haunt me so
Deep in a rosy glow
Bring back my love of all
Bring back my love
Bring back my love to me

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My little brown book
With the silver binding
How it keeps reminding me
Of a memory
That's haunting me.
In some quiet nook
I go thru its pages
And peruse this ageless tale
Of a love that failed
To ever become true.
On this page is the date
Of that fateful night at eight
When I found you were no longer in love.
After that there's nothing more
Just a dark and futile door
That shuts out the stars above.
In my little book
I inscribed your heart vow
But since we're apart now
This and that last sweet kiss
Is all that's left of you
Is all that's left of you.

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As the last light glimmers
And the evening hours dim
Maybe I'm too proud to utter it out loud
Even though my flame burns blue

As the night's descending
Once again I find I'll tarry and pretend
My confidential friend
Will suddenly appear in view

All my might
Between velvet and dynamite
Blow out the doors
Let in the light
Falling dust in the beam
And a small stifled scream

Alibis and decoys
Were his eyes so turquoise?
Covered with a lash
They flatter and they flash
Even though my flame burns blue

If I seem a stranger
I feel far from danger
We tamper and we toy
With passion over joy
Even though my flame burns blue

Even though the fire that once was desire
Doesn't look for trouble or dare to flare
Look now
And I won't be there

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