Standard Jazz, Swing, Manouche, Bossa…

I don't know why but I'm feeling so sad I long to try something I never had Never had no kissin' Oh, what I've been missin' Lover man, oh, where can you be?

Love me tender, love me sweet, never let me go. You have made my life complete, and I love you so.

When the only sound on the empty street is the heavy tread of the heavy feet that belong to a lonesome cop I open shop

The moon was all aglow But heaven was in your eyes The night that you told me Those little white lies

And those weird China blues Never go away Sad, mad blues For all the while they seem to say

Dans tes grands yeux noirs Je me suis perdu J'attends un regard Le coeur suspendu Je t'aime tellement fort

Deux tziganes sans répit Grattent leur guitare Ranimant du fond des nuits Toute ma mémoire Sans savoir que roule en moi

Parle plus bas Car on pourrait bien nous entendre Le monde n'est pas prêt pour tes paroles tendres Le monde n'est pas prêt pour nous

Standard jazz manouche

We fit together like two birds of a feather The perfect combination and it couldn't be better If you just say the word, I'll leave my lonely world

Standard valse jazz manouche

La mer Qu'on voit danser Le long des golfes clairs A des reflets d'argent La mer

Standard valse jazz manouche

Standard jazz manouche

Standard jazz manouche

Don't even go to a movie show If you're not by my side, I stay home by my radio, But I'm satisfied! All my flirtin' days are gone, On the level from now on!

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 en Nouvelle-Angleterre, Je voudrais changer d'atmosphère, dans mon jardin d'hiver,

It was just one of those things Just one of those crazy flings One of those bells that now and then rings Just one of those things

Standard jazz manouche

Just friends, lovers no more Just friends but not like before To think of what we've been And not to kiss again

Standard jazz manouche

A certain maid I know, is so afraid her boy Will never ask her, will she name the day He calls on her each night, and when she dims the light

Standard jazz manouche

The night is getting on The band is getting slow The crowd is almost gone But here we are still dancing

They call it that Jersey bounce A rhythm that really counts The temperature always mounts

Jeepers creepers Where'd you get those peepers? Jeepers creepers

Here's the Japanese Sandman sneaking on with the dew Just an old second-hand man, he'll buy your old day from you

Ja Da, Ja Da, Ja Da Ja Da, Jing Jing Jing Ja Da, Ja Da, Ja Da Ja Da, Jing Jing Jing That's a funny little bit of melody

Le vent m'apporte des bruits lointains, guettant ma porte j'écoute en vain Hélas, plus rien, plus rien ne vient

Say it is only a paper moon Sailing over a cardboard sea, But it wouldn't be make believe