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I’m ok with Frank Yanovic as tradition, but how about balancing it with another real classic? Say,for instance:
Margy, in “State Fair”:
The things I used to like
I don’t like anymore.
I want a lot of other things
I’ve never had before.
It’s just like mother says…
I sit around and mope.
Pretending I am wonderful.
And knowing I’m a dope.
I’m as restless as a willow in a windstorm,
I’m as jumpy as a puppet on a string.
I’d say that I had spring fever,
But I know it isn’t spring.
I’m starry-eyed and vaguely discontented
Like a nightingale without a song to sing.
Oh, why should I have spring fever
When it isn’t even spring?
I keep wishing I were somewhere else,
Walking down a strange new street.
Hearing words that I have never heard
From a man I’ve yet to meet.
I’m as busy as a spider spinning daydreams,
I’m as giddy as a baby on a swing.
I haven’t seen a crocus or a rosebud
Or a robin on the wing.
But I feel so gay,
In a melancholy way,
That it might as well be spring,
It might as well be spring.
J,
I do love that song and really didn’t think about it for today. Maybe I should use it when Phil predicts more winter as he did today-it works perfectly for that.
I have it by Astrud, Rosemary Clooney with Harry James and also Sarah Vaughan. I have played the Astrud before as she is a big favorite of mine.
The only problem is I don’t have spring fever yet-I’m stuck in the winter doldrums!
February 2, 2012 at 11:22 am
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February 2, 2012 at 1:16 pm
I’m ok with Frank Yanovic as tradition, but how about balancing it with another real classic? Say,for instance:
Margy, in “State Fair”:
The things I used to like
I don’t like anymore.
I want a lot of other things
I’ve never had before.
It’s just like mother says…
I sit around and mope.
Pretending I am wonderful.
And knowing I’m a dope.
I’m as restless as a willow in a windstorm,
I’m as jumpy as a puppet on a string.
I’d say that I had spring fever,
But I know it isn’t spring.
I’m starry-eyed and vaguely discontented
Like a nightingale without a song to sing.
Oh, why should I have spring fever
When it isn’t even spring?
I keep wishing I were somewhere else,
Walking down a strange new street.
Hearing words that I have never heard
From a man I’ve yet to meet.
I’m as busy as a spider spinning daydreams,
I’m as giddy as a baby on a swing.
I haven’t seen a crocus or a rosebud
Or a robin on the wing.
But I feel so gay,
In a melancholy way,
That it might as well be spring,
It might as well be spring.
Thanks Kat! Enjoy the spring!
February 2, 2012 at 2:24 pm
J,
I do love that song and really didn’t think about it for today. Maybe I should use it when Phil predicts more winter as he did today-it works perfectly for that.
I have it by Astrud, Rosemary Clooney with Harry James and also Sarah Vaughan. I have played the Astrud before as she is a big favorite of mine.
The only problem is I don’t have spring fever yet-I’m stuck in the winter doldrums!