Beethoven's Take on Mozart - by TPO

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Beethoven's Take on Mozart

by TPO
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Beethoven: 12 Variations 
for Cello &  Piano in F major
 Ein Mädchen oder Weibchen, Op.66

Only Beethoven could do even greater justice to Mozart's work without losing the magic and serene excellence!

Don't Be Cruel - Elvis

Don't be Cruel
- Elvis -
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"Voi che sapete" - by Hilde Gueden

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"Voi che sapete"
(from: "Marriage of Figaro" by Mozart)

sung by 

Hilde Gueden

In Her Element - by TPO

Eartha Kitt 
- In Her Element -

by TPO

Eartha Kitt sings, "Everything Changes", from Mimi le Duck.

** She name drops ... (Pablo) Picasso, (Jean-Paul) Sartre, Ernest (Hemingway), Truman (Capote), Henry (Miller), and Ezra (Pound).

Long Gone (from Bowlin' Green) - by Eartha Kitt

Long Gone (from Bowlin' Green)

 - by -

 Eartha Kitt

L Y R I C S
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Did you ever hear the story of Long John Dean?
A bold bank robber from Bowlin' Green
Was sent to the jailhouse yesterday
But late last night he made his getaway
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[Refrain with Chorus]
[He's long gone]
From Kentucky
[Long gone]
Ain't he lucky?
Long gone and what I mean
He's  long gone John from Bowlin' Green.
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Long John stood on the railroad tie
A-waitin' for a freight train to come by
Freight train came just puffin' and flyin'
You oughta seen long John grabbin' that blind
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[Refrain with Chorus]
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Now they caught him in 'Frisco and to seal his fate
At San Quentin they jailed him one evening late
Out on the ocean John did escape
'Cause the guards forgot to close the Golden Gate
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[Refrain with Chorus]
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Now they offered a reward to bring him back
Even put bloodhounds on his track
Those doggone bloodhounds lost his scent
Now nobody knows where Long John went.
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[Refrain with Chorus]
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A gang of men tried to capture Dean
So they chased him with a submarine
Dean jumped overboard,  grabbed the submarine
And made that gang catch a flyin' machine
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He was  long gone
From San Quentin
[long gone]
He's still a sprinting
Long gone, I'm telling you
Go shut your mouth
And shut mine too
Ah-ha!
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[Long gone]
From Kentucky
[Long gone]
Oh man he's lucky
[Long gone]
Grab that blind
[Long gone]
Oh, that man is fine
[Long gone]
They tell me he's still a-sprinting
[Long gone]
This cat is gone!
[Long gone]
I hope he finds a pad [long gone]
because it's kind of tough [long gone]
stomping out in the open like that [long gone]
(fading out...) Oh yeaah ,,, [long gone]
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Classic Sinatra - by TPO

Classic Sinatra

by

TPO

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Music    - by -    George Gershwin
Lyrics    - by -    Ira Gershwin
Arranged    - by -    Nelson Riddle

"Why, why, why, Delilah?" - Walken & Sukowa

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" Why, why, why, Delilah? " 
[ Rated  "R"  ]

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 Walken & Sukowa * 

* Christopher Walken and Barbara Sukowa

           "Romance and Cigarettes" (2005)

"Cheek to Cheek" - by Sarah Vaughan

"Cheek to Cheek" 

 by

 Sarah Vaughan

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"The Boxer" - by Krauss & Colvin

"The Boxer" 

 by Krauss & Colvin

(i.e. Alison Krauss / Shawn Colvin)

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"The Boxer" *

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I am just a poor boy

Though my story's seldom told

I've squandered my resistance

For a pocket full of mumbles

Such are promises

All lies and jests

Still a man hears

What he wants to hear

And disregards the rest

When I left my home and my family

I was no more than a boy

In the company of strangers

In the quiet of the railway station

Running scared

Laying low, seeking out

The poorer quarters

Where the ragged people go

Looking for the places

Only they would know

Lie la lie ...

Asking only workman's wages

I come looking for a job

But I get no offers,

Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue

I do declare,

There were times when I was so lonesome

I took some comfort there

Lie la lie ...

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes

And wishing I was gone

Going home

Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me

Bleeding me, going home

In the clearing stands a boxer

And a fighter by his trade

And he carries the reminders

Of ev'ry glove that layed him down

Or cut him till he cried out

In his anger and his shame

"I am leaving, I am leaving"

But the fighter still remains

Lie la lie ...

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* Music and Lyrics by Paul Simon

"The Nightingale" - by Jo Stafford

"The Nightingale"

by

Jo Stafford

She Walks in Beauty - by Lord Byron

She Walks in Beauty

by

Lord Byron (1788-1824)

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She walks in beauty like the night
of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
had half impair'd the nameless grace
which waves in every raven tress,
or softly lightens o'er her face -
where thoughts serenely sweet express
how pure, how dear their dwelling - place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
so soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
the smiles that win, the tints that glow,
but tell of days in goodness spent,
a mind at peace with all below,
a heart whose love is innocent.