Sentimental Me

2008

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Sentimental Me

Lyrics

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In a sentimental mood
I can see the stars come through my room
While your loving attitude
Is like a flame that lights the gloom
On the wings of every kiss
Drifts a melody so strange and sweet
In this sentimental bliss
You make my paradise complete
Rose petals seem to fall
It's all I could dream to call you mine
My heart's a lighter thing
Since you made this night a thing divine
In a sentimental
I'm within a world so heavenly
For I never dreamt that you'd be loving sentimental me

Now out of the night
New as the dawn into the light
Oh this child, innocent child
Soft as a fawn
This child is born
One small heart
One pair of eyes
One work of art
Here in my arms
Here he lies
Trusting and warm
Blessed this bond
A child is born

Now out of the night
New as the dawn into the light
Oh this child, innocent child
Soft as a fawn
This child is born
One small heart
One pair of eyes
One work of art
Here in my arms
Here he lies
Trusting and warm
Blessed this bond
A child is born

You don't know what love is
Until you've learned the meaning of the blues
Until you've loved a love you've had to lose
You don't know what love is

You don't know how lips hurt
Until you've kissed and had to pay the cost
Until you've flipped your heart and you have lost
You don't know what love is

Do you know how a lost heart feels
The thought of reminiscing
And lips that taste of tears
Lose their taste for kissing

You don't know how hearts burn
For love that cannot live yet never dies
Until you've faced each dawn with sleepless eyes
You don't know what love is

Do you know how a lost heart feels
The thought of reminiscing
And lips that taste of tears
Lose their taste for kissing

You don't know how hearts burn
For love that cannot live yet never dies
Until you've faced each dawn with burning eyes
You don't know what love is
What love is

I’ve got you under my skin
I’ve got you deep in the heart of me
So deep in my heart, that you’re really a part of me
I’ve got you under my skin

I’ve tried so not to give in
I’ve said to myself this affair never will go so well
But why should I try to resist, when baby will I know than well
That I’ve got you under my skin

Id sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of having you near
In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night
And repeats, repeats in my ear

Don’t you know you fool, you never can win
Use your mentality, wake up to reality
But each time I do, just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
Cause I’ve got you under my skin

It isn't by chance that I happen to be
A boulevardier, the toast of Pari
And through all the noise and the talk and the smoke I'm good for a laugh and a drink and a joke I go to a room, a party, a ball Come sit over here somebody will call A drink for M'sieur, a drink for us all But how many times, do I stop and recall

Ah the apple trees
Blossoms in the breeze
That we walk among
Lying in the hay
Games we used to play
While the rounds were sung
Only yesterday, when the world was young

Wherever I go they call me by name
And that in itself is some kind of fame
Im good for a laugh and a drink and a game Where ever I go they're glad that I came The life that I live, I like it just fine Music and romance and glamour and wine And beautiful girls and some of them mine But often my eyes see a different shine

Ah the apple trees
Sunlit memories
Where the hammock swung
On our backs we'd lie
Looking at the sky
Till the stars were strong, only last July When the world was young When the world was young

Love, when we touch I shiver
Just body language can you blame it
My love’s like a raging river
And I think you’re the one to tame it
You, you’re the quiet, shy type
You always whisper never shout it
Ooh, Baby, you are my type

Why don’t you tell me all about it
I got ways to make you
Make you tell me all about it
That’s what I’m gonna do
Till you tell me all about it
Making love till you do
Till you tell me all about it
(Musical Interlude)

Me, I’m a lousy loner
Just call my number come be near me
Me, I’m a soulful moaner
Stay chez moi so you can hear me
You, you’re the quiet shy type
You always whisper never shout it
Ooh, Baby, you are my type

Why don’t you tell me all about it
I got ways to make you, make you tell me all about it
That’s what I’m gonna do, till you tell me all about it
Making love till you do, till you tell me all about it)
I got ways
I got some special ways
I got some very special ways to make you tell me
Baby, baby
(Scat)
Tell me, tell me
I got ways to make you
Make you love me
(Background singers change to:
That’s exactly what I’m
That’s what I’m gonna do, till you tell me all about it
We won’t stop making love
Making love till you do, till you tell me all about it
I got some ways
I got ways to make you, make you tell me all about it)
Ooh, tell me that you love me
Tell me all about it, Baby
(Scat)
Tell me, Baby, that you love me...

When lonely feelings chill the meadows of your mind
Just think if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
Beneath the deepest snows, the secret of a rose
Is merely that it knows you must believe in spring!

Just as a tree is sure its leaves will reappear
It knows its emptiness is just a time of year
The frozen mountain dreams of april's melting streams
How crystal clear it seems, you must believe in spring!

You must believe in love and trust it's on its way
Just as the sleeping rose awaits the kiss of may
So in a world of snow, of things that come and go
Where what you think you know, you can't be certain of
You must believe in spring and love

The summer wind, came blowin in - from across the sea
It lingered there, so warm and fair - to walk with me
All summer long, we sang a song - and strolled on golden sand
Two sweethearts, and the summer wind

Like painted kites, those days and nights - went flyin by
The world was new, beneath a blue - umbrella sky
Then softer than, a piper man - one day it called to you
And I lost you, to the summer wind

The autumn wind, and the winter wind - have come and gone
And still the days, those lonely days - go on and on
And guess who sighs his lullabies - through nights that never end
My fickle friend, the summer wind

Said I many times, love is illusion
A feeling result of confusion
With knowing smile and blasé sigh
A cynical so and so, am I

I feel so sure, so positive
So utterly unchangeably certain
Though I never was aware of loving you
'Til I suddenly realised there was love in you and oh

In this world of ordinary people
Extraordinary people
I'm glad there is you

In this world of overrated pleasures
And underrated treasures
I'm glad there is you

I live to love
I love to live with you beside me
This role, so new
I'll muddle through with you
If you'll guide me through

In this world where many, many play at love
And hardly any stay in love
I'm glad there is you

More than ever, I'm glad there is you
Said I many times, love is illusion

Take a letter Miss Jones if you please
Begin it, my dearest Louise
This may not surprise you but I idolise you Miss Jones please cover your knees

Take a letter Miss Jones if you will
Tell her that I've little skill
In ways of romancing and dining and dancing Miss Jones please try to sit still

Ahh tell her how much I love her
Hope that she feels the same
My goodness Miss Jones I've just realised I don't even know your first name

Take a letter and frame it as such
and give it your own special touch
Reword it, revise it and capitalise it
Miss Jones your already too much

Take a letter Miss Jones like your tone
and forgive me if I'm acting bold
You know I never make passes but without your glasses Miss Jones your asight to be hold

Ahh tell her how much I love her
tell her how much I care
My goodness Miss Jones I really must say that’s exciting perfume that you wear

Take a letter Miss Jones get it right
and fill it with words of delight
And after you style it you may as well file it Miss Jones your clear out of sight Miss Jones are you busy tonight Have you met Miss Jones

Lonely girl in silk and satin
Love has never known you
Lonely girl all dressed in sadness
Love will never own you
Your afraid to stop look and surrender
Your afraid of love torrid and tender
Once I dreamed we'd share moments of splendor Wish that I could have shown you x 2

Lonely girl in silk and satin
Wish that I had known you!

It seems we stood and talked like this before
We looked at each other in the same way then
But I cant remember where or when

The clothes youre wearing are the clothes you wore
The smile you are smiling you were smiling then
But I cant remember where or when

Some things that happen for the first time
Seem to be happening again
And so it seems that we have met before
And laughed before and loved before
But who knows where or when

The lady with the mandolin plays on a velvet stool
Tears well up inside me I'm reduced to a simple fool
Her dog barks out the window at the drunkers on the street
They shout abuse at jesus christ as his tail begins to sweep

And she plays me to sleep in the blistering heat of the summer night
She plays me a tune that wraps up the moon
She plays me to sleep in the blistering heat of the summer time. Floored by the neon light, she danced

One day she stopped to say to me, how long have lived downstairs
And with one eye on my sanity, and one running through her hair, I thought about the lonely nights but might stretch out ahead, Her lips were carved with lipstick a deep volcanic red

And she plays me to sleep, in the blistering heat of a summer night
She plays me a tune that wraps up the moon
She plays me to sleep in the blistering heat of the summer time. Floored by the neon light she danced, oh how she danced

As the chinese restaurant clears away from a busy night below
Hands work upon her body, there in the warmth of the afterglow
The angels call my name to me through the flickering of a flame
Where shadows seem to rise and fall
And the smoke rings blow again

Chorus..................Out

Credits

The Team

Musicians:

Piano: Jim Watson
Percussion: Hugh Wilkinson
Drums: Chris Dagley
Bass: Jeremy Brown
Guitar: John Parricelli
Vibes: Anthony Kerr
Trumpet: Simon Finch
Trombone: Trevor Mires
Saxophone: Finn Peters

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