Billie Holiday (Lady Day para os fãs, e por muitos considerada a maior de todas as cantoras de jazz), morreu há precisamente 50 anos e um dia (17 de Julho de 1959) , com 44 anos.
Aqui fica (de novo..) uma homenagem a essa mulher que soube transportar para o jazz e os blues toda a dor, a melancolia, o sofrimento que sempre marcaram a sua vida..
Billie Holiday's official site on Legacy Recordings: aqui
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All of me
Why not take all of me?
Can’t you see
I’m no good without you?
Take my lips,
I want to loose them.
Take my arms,
I’ll never use them.
Your goodbye left me with eyes that cry..
How can I go on, dear, without you?
You took the part that once was my heart,
So why not take all of me?
All of me..
Why not take all of me?
Can’t you see
I’m no good without you?
Take my lips,
I want to loose them.
Take my arms,
I’ll never use them.
Your goodbye left me with eyes that cry..
How can I go on, dear, without you?
You took the best,
So why not take the rest?
So why not take all of me?
The very thought of you
I forget to do
Those little ordinary things
That everyone ought to do
I’m livin’ in a kind of a daydream
I’m happy as a queen
And foolish though it may seem
To me that’s everything
The mere idea of you
The longing here for you
You’ll never know
How slow the moments go
Till I’m near to you
I see your face in every flower
Your eyes in stars above
It’s just the thought of you,
The very thought of you, my love
Aqui está uma mulher com uma voz e interpretações fantásticas! Merci.
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