1. |
Place By the Sea
02:37
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Let's run away
At the end of the day,
Unfold our maps,
And highlight the highway.
Come along with me,
to a little Place By the Sea.
Don't pack a thing,
Cause we've nothing to bring,
We've got all we need,
With our hearts on our sleeves.
Come along with me,
to a little Place By the Sea.
Why do we spend our nights
On opposite ends of the same darkened room?
Remember when it was all we could do
To not make love
From night to noon?
Salt in the air,
The wind in our hair,
We'll sit and quit
And laissez faire.
Come along with me,
to a little Place By the Sea,
By the sea, by the beautiful sea.
Let's run away
At the end of the day,
Unfold our maps,
And highlight the highway.
Come along with me,
to a little Place By the Sea.
Don't pack a thing,
Cause we've nothing to bring,
We've got all we need,
With our hearts on our sleeves.
Come along with me,
to a little Place By the Sea.
Why do we spend our nights
On opposite ends of the same darkened room?
Remember when it was all we could do
To not make love
From night to noon?
Salt in the air,
The wind in our hair,
We'll sit and quit
And laissez faire.
Come along with me,
It's better there you'll see,
to a little Place By the Sea.
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2. |
Not Far From My Heart
03:41
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Something on the breeze
Wakes a quiet memory,
And faint as it may feel,
It suddenly reveals,
You’re always on my mind,
Not far from my heart I find.
If I hear a song
With a tender melody,
I know it won’t be long
Until you’re here with me.
You’re always on my mind,
Not far from my heart I find.
Love turned to grey
When you went away,
Tarnish on my heart
Since we’ve been apart.
I can’t explain
Just why you remain,
This reverie’s constantly
Here in my brain.
As dawn begins to break,
I linger in this dreamy place,
And just before I wake,
I sleep in your embrace.
You’re always on my mind,
Not far from my heart I find.
Love turned to grey
When you went away,
Tarnish on my heart
Since we’ve been apart.
I can’t explain
Just why you remain,
This reverie sings to me
Time and again.
As dawn begins to break,
I linger in this dreamy place,
And just before I wake,
I sleep in your embrace.
You’re always on my mind,
Not far from my heart I find.
You’re always on my mind,
Not far from my heart I find.
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3. |
Spring Has a Lovely Ring
02:33
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A bud, a brook, a bee,
A dream of heaven to me.
A brandished yellow-green,
A branch where winter had been.
Cast off your lonesome chill,
And warm to a wonderful thrill.
Spring such a welcome thing,
Spring has a lovely ring.
A tune, a melody,
A hum in sweet harmony
Among the birds, the trees,
A song in joyous reprise.
How grand to stand and hear
The world sing at this time of year.
This spring thing,
It's swinging,
Spring has a lovely ring.
A bud, a brook, a bee,
A dream of heaven to me.
A brandished yellow-green,
A branch where winter had been.
Cast off your lonesome chill,
And warm to a wonderful thrill.
Spring such a welcome thing,
Spring has a lovely ring.
A tune, a melody,
A hum in sweet harmony
Among the birds, the trees,
A song in joyous reprise.
How grand to stand and hear
The world sing at this time of year.
This spring thing,
It's swinging,
Spring has a lovely ring.
Spring has a lovely ring.
Spring has a lovely ring.
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4. |
Good To You
05:01
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There are some things I cannot do:
A French braid, the moonwalk, certain verses of certain songs,
Lists of words that I seem to always get wrong,
But this I know:
I will always be good to you.
As sure as winter will bring us snow,
As sun follows rain, and light after dark and round again,
As dyed in the wool as my mother's love for me,
This is in my bones:
I will always be good to you
From the moment
That we met,
I am broken in two,
Unable to be for you
Whom I want to,
But that part of me
That's part of you
Will always be my best.
I have faults I hope you'll forgive
Impatience and mood swings, my selfish love of pretty things,
Too many nights away and far too many sings,
But from today,
I will always be good to you.
From the moment
That we met,
I am broken in two,
Unable to be for you
Whom I want to,
But that part of me
That's part of you
Will always be my best.
I have faults I hope you'll forgive
Impatience and mood swings, my selfish love of pretty things,
Too many nights away and far too many sings,
But from today,
I will always be good to you.
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5. |
Just a Show
03:12
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You see these drops upon my cheek,
it's just the morning dew
From having watched
another lonesome dawn anew.
You see this furrow on my brow,
it's simply shade,
Just a shadow from
a time when I walked in sun.
You see the wistful way I gaze
into the empty blue,
I'm certain that I've left
behind a thought or two.
You see this funny smile
that ends before its bow?
Funny now you see,
it was just a show.
You see the wistful way I gaze
into the empty blue,
I'm certain that I've left
behind a thought or two.
You see this funny smile
that ends before its bow?
Funny now you see,
it was just a show.
Funny now you see,
it was just a show.
Funny now you see,
it was just a show.
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6. |
Here in Our Room
03:39
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Here in our room,
Quiet and warm,
Safe within our world,
Let the day recede from our door.
Here in our room,
Suspended in time,
I could build a home
In the spell
Of your smile
And leave our woes behind.
I’ll watch you grow
Though I know
That the day will come
When I must let you go.
But for now in our room,
The future can wait,
Rest here in my arms,
Let me sing you down to sleep.
I’ll watch you grow
Though I know
That the day will come
When I must let you go.
But for now in our room,
The future can wait,
Rest here in my arms,
Let me sing you down to sleep.
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7. |
Hideaway
03:31
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Home is where the heart lies,
And mine belongs with you.
Out of little heart strings
We’ve build a house for two
A hideaway for you and me,
Delighting in our secrecy,
Wherever we may chance to be.
Meet me in St. Louis,
Or holiday in Rome,
As long as you’re beside me
I’m never far from home.
I’ve seen the world in all its charms,
But when you hold me in your arms
There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
Some folks find their thrill in the journey,
I admire their will, but it’s not for me.
When you’re my destination,
I hurry to your door.
If I ever worry,
Or if I ever roam,
If ever I should wander,
I’m never all alone.
I keep your mem’ry close to me,
And revel in your company;
You’ll always be my home sweet home.
Some folks find their thrill in the journey,
I admire their will, but it’s not for me.
When you’re my destination,
I hurry to your door.
If I ever worry,
Or if I ever roam,
If ever I should wander,
I’m never all alone.
I keep your mem’ry close to me,
And revel in your company;
You’ll always be my home sweet home.
And when the world is cold and blue,
I close my eyes and think of you,
You’ll always be my home sweet home.
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8. |
In a World Without Him
04:17
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Rain is falling cold as snow,
Winter birds are quiet,
Traffic keeps its steady din
In a world without him.
Fallen fruit from summer trees,
Buried in the autumn,
Heavy clouds of grey roll in
In a world without him.
If I could I’d raise my hand
And stop the night from dawning.
I would trade a night of dreams
For all these days of longing.
Wind that shakes the willow tree
Just outside my window,
Breaks me like it does her limbs,
In a world without him.
If I could I’d raise my hand
And stop the night from dawning.
I would trade a night of dreams
For all these days of longing.
Wind that shakes the willow tree
Just outside my window,
Breaks me like it does her limbs,
In a world without him.
In a world without him.
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9. |
Island View
02:43
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Well I think I'll have to pack it up,
With city life I've had it up to here,
Cause if I have to spend another minute
In this photograph of everything a life's supposed to be,
May as well turn in my warn out soul for what good is its use to me?
I'd rather be marooned, without a dollar to spend,
An island dwelling recluse beach bum, cynical nun.
Hey gang,
Listen up!
Cause if you wanna leave your cares behind,
I've got
For you a new idea
Of happiness beyond the things in hand.
So just throw down all your shackles and your sad responsibilities,
The answer is beyond the water's beautiful image, brother,
Revolution's simply taking it in.
Well I think I'll have to pack it up,
With city life I've had it up to here,
Cause if I have to spend another minute
In this photograph of everything a life's supposed to be,
May as well turn in my warn out soul for what good is its use to me?
I'd rather be marooned, without a dollar to spend,
An island dwelling recluse beach bum, cynical nun.
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10. |
Oh, Sorrow
03:51
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I sit upon this concrete step
And try to pay my last respects.
The wind is whipping past my ears,
Colder than it’s been in years.
Oh, sorrow, let me go.
My fingers try to make a fist,
As cowards shelter in our midst.
With a lie as big as that,
It’s easier to smell a rat.
Oh, sorrow, let my poor heart go.
Oh sorrow, let your people go.
Run and hide and save your soul.
But, devils come to take their toll.
The phone’s been ringing off the hook,
With condemnations for a crook.
A measure of a man, you see,
Is much more than you’ll ever be.
Oh, sorrow, let me go.
Oh, sorrow, let my poor heart go. Oh, sorrow, take this woe.
Oh, sorrow, leave this world and go.
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11. |
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Have I lost my balance,
Or is the pavement cracked?
Am I walking forwards,
Or am I stepping back?
Why does my breath escape me?
Why am I feeling blue?
Could it be that I’m in love with you?
Do I smell gardenia
And freshly baking bread?
I’d like to scowl at strangers,
But I have to smile instead.
Does my heart always beat this quickly?
Are my cheeks this rosy too?
Could it be that I’m in love with you?
If I had been drinking,
I’d think that I was drunk.
If I had been sinking,
I’d say that I was sunk.
But I’m as sober as a bishop,
As steady as a yacht,
But I can’t help getting tipsy
With these feelings that I’ve got.
Should the day go by so slowly?
Should the birds all sing your name?
Is this a work of art,
Or your picture in a frame?
It’s you that’s making me crazy,
And I don’t know what to do.
Could it be that I’m in love with you?
If I had been drinking,
I’d think that I was drunk.
If I had been sinking,
I’d say that I was sunk.
But I’m as sober as a bishop,
As steady as a yacht,
But I can’t help getting tipsy
With these feelings that I’ve got.
Should the day go by so slowly?
Should the birds all sing your name?
Is this a work of art,
Or your picture in a frame?
It’s you that’s making me crazy,
And I don’t know what to do.
Could it be that I’m in love with you?
Oh,
Could it be that I’m in love with you?
oh, yes,
Could it be that I’m in love with you?
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12. |
Black & White
04:24
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If you've seen me around
your tree,
then you'll know that I like
your company.
You can see how I strut
my stuff,
By night
I run from your light streaked black and white.
Please don't you close your door,
Couldn't you wait to see what's in store?
I've got something so special sure,
to stay with you for ever more.
If you think that I've gone,
you're wrong.
I'm the mem'ry that's
still, but strong.
If you think you're clear
of me,
I'll be hanging around eternally
Oh, Baby,
Please don't you close your door,
Couldn't you wait to see what's in store?
I've got something so special sure,
to stay with you for ever more.
If you think that I've gone,
you're wrong.
I'm the mem'ry that's
still, but strong.
If you think you're clear
of me,
I'll be hanging around eternally.
I'll be hanging around eternally.
I'll be hanging around eternally.
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13. |
Another
04:32
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Another golden dawn
Will come and then it’s gone,
Another night soon forgotten.
Another thought to say,
Before we're drawn away,
And as we barter for to stay,
"Another"
Is just another last delay.
And with the eager march of time,
Another of us left behind,
Following by the shoreline,
We dare not tarry here between
Awake and a dream,
And so we carry on.
Another glass of wine,
Raised up at even time,
Another song to the memory.
Another moment more
Before we close the door,
Another comfort as we part,
It's written,
That with our farewells go our hearts.
We are not merely what has been,
We become the spaces in between,
We are the stars that guide you.
We will be in the great and small,
Another rise another fall,
See in the end,
There is no end at all.
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14. |
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There is a place
we wove our nest,
With our four hands,
Made happiness,
This house
I built
with you.
The crooked door,
The bad decor,
The place you trip on the kitchen floor,
This money pit,
This blessed piece of sh*t.
Well, there are days
I sometimes find
I'd up and leave the whole mess behind,
And I'd never return again.
Just when I think that it’s cursed,
I recall we could be off much worse,
But for this house,
This silly house
I built with you.
There is a place
That we call home,
A perfect mess
That's all our own,
This house I built with you.
I know it’s flawed
And slightly odd,
The drapes are hammered,
The carpet sawed.
With no regrets,
We went straight into debt.
Well, there are days
I often yearn
To walk out the door
And not return,
And start somewhere else anew.
But if I pause to recall
The mem'ries papering these four walls,
How could I leave
This silly house
I built with you.
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15. |
Just a Show (Duo)
02:58
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You see these drops upon my cheek,
it's just the morning dew
From having watched
another lonesome dawn anew.
You see this furrow on my brow,
it's simply shade,
Just a shadow from
a time when I walked in sun.
You see the wistful way I gaze
into the empty blue,
I'm certain that I've left
behind a thought or two.
You see this funny smile
that ends before its bow?
Funny now you see,
it was just a show.
You see the wistful way I gaze
into the empty blue,
I'm certain that I've left
behind a thought or two.
You see this funny smile
that ends before its bow?
Funny now you see,
it was just a show.
Funny now you see,
it was just a show.
Funny now you see,
it was just a show.
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Whitney Ross-Barris Toronto, Ontario
Whitney Ross-Barris is a jazz singer & songwriter who performs regularly around Ontario. In & around a varied career in live theatre, Whitney has released three jazz albums & has appeared as a guest singer & lyricist on additional recordings (notably, "The Art of Breath: Volume One," John MacMurchy). She is currently in development of a new album exclusively featuring her own compositions. ... more
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