What's Your Tale, Nightingale?
INHERENT TO EXISTENCE
(Lyrics by F. Vignati)
At the root of our misery
Anger, greed and inanity
No retreat or distraction
The content of our illusions
Incapable of perceiving reality
Out of control desires immoderate
To attach unnecessarily
Is the reason of insanity
Envy and greed are both the functions of non-creativity
Incapable of perceiving reality
Insatiable desire of our greed
But if we stop and face our own suffering
We'll see a Universe that stands alone
All our fears will cease, see our lives advance
Kindness, beauty and benefits will appear
In the state of unhappiness, we don't know who's right or wrong
Jealousy, envy and dislike won’t give us a single rest
Incapable of perceiving reality
It’s the anger of our mixed-up souls
Solo
But if we stop and face our own suffering
We’ll see a Universe that stands alone
All our fears will cease,
see our lives advance
Kindness, beauty and benefits will appear
In the world of ignorance
It's a game on which we depend
When condemned to a world of darkness
We eliminate capacity
Incapable of perceiving reality
Spinning around in a circle of stupidity
Incapable of perceiving reality
It’s the greed, the anger and inanity
JE NE SUIS PAS COMME TOI (TU N’EST PAS COMME MOI)
(Lyrics by T. Vignati)
Je ne suis pas comme toi
Tu n’es pas comme moi
Opposites attract, that’s what they say
I’m herb tea and you’re cafe’ au lait
Je ne suis pas comme toi
Tu n’est pas comme moi
Some things you do drive me insane, but,
You know I’d never leave you standing out in the rain
Pondering “le menu”, you don’t know what to eat
I choose quickly because I don’t eat meat
(You say) “Too much TV is gonna rot my head!”
I say, “It’s better than too much butter and bread!”
Je ne suis pas comme toi
Tu n’es pas comme moi
Opposites attract, that’s what they say
I’m herb tea and you’re cafe’ au lait
Je ne suis pas comme toi
Tu n’es pas comme moi
Some things you do drive me insane, but,
You know I’d never leave you standing out in the rain
Solo
I file my spices alphabetically
You have stacks of paper as far as the eye can see
Scary movies, I like the blood and gore
You would rather get an ice cream at the grocery store
Je ne suis pas comme toi
Tu n’es pas comme moi
Opposites attract, that’s what they say
I’m herb tea and you’re cafe’ au lait
Je ne suis pas comme toi
Tu n’es pas comme moi
Some things you do drive me insane, but,
You know I’d never leave you standing out in the rain
Always glued to your cellular telephone
I turn mine off as soon as I get home
Well it’s 10:00 PM and you haven’t eaten yet
You would trade me for another baguette
Je ne suis pas comme toi
Tu n’es pas comme moi
Opposites attract, that’s what they say
I’m herb tea and you’re cafe’ au lait
Je ne suis pas comme toi
Tu n’es pas comme moi
Some things you do drive me insane, but,
You know my life without you would never, ever be the same
13.5
(Lyrics by F. Vignati)
On etait quatre bon copains
On s’amusait comme des chiens
Nos quatres bieres a la main
Pour rassembler nos chemins
Tous rendez-vous au 13.5
Pour y chanter soir et matin
Avec Zicos, guitare en main
Et ca c’est bien.
Le premier du lot, on le surnommait “Tito”
C’etait la star du melo
L’acteur du caveau
Le beau parleur du 13.5
Foulard et pipe a la Moulin
Ainsi presenter mon copain
Et ca c’est bien.
Le second sur le ring
C’etait mon ami “Looping”
Le king du discuting
Sa folie du shopping
Le tresorier du 13.5
Le fou furieux et l’homme-pantin
Ainsi presenter mon copain
Et ca c’est bien.
Solo
Le suivant au tableau
C’etait mon ami “Goulot”
Le boss du meursault
Le vaillant du dodo
Le Rambo du 13.5
Le nettoyeur des p’tits recoins
Ainsi presenter mon copain
Et ca c’est bien.
Le dernier du troupeau
C’etait mon ami Zicos
Le virtuose du tempo
Le commis de Berlioz
Le ravioli du 13.5
L’homme qui s’oubliait des petits riens
Ainsi presenter mon copain
Et ca c’est bien.
Vivement le jour
Ou les quatre copains
Se retrouveront sur le meme chemin
Unis comme les doigts de la main.
Oui ce sera bien.
FOR YOU I’D GO TO THE MOON
(Lyrics by T. Vignati)
When I was a young
Love seemed for those in the movies, the willing and able
Gone With The Wind sent me into a spin
Landing into the arms of Clark Gable
Dear Diary,
I’m longing to meet him in person, oh what should I do?
Should I write a letter so he’ll know me better
With all of the things I would do
For you, I’d go to the moon
Climb Kilimanjaro in June
I’d swim to Japan or even Thailand
Just to get back to you
I would canoe in the rain
Learn to Flamenco in Spain
All of this I would do
For you, I’d go to the Moon
Dear Diary,
I haven’t heard from him in weeks now. I hope he’s ok.
Should I go to Hollywood? I would if I could.
But I can’t even pay my own way...oh...
Dear Diary,
I can’t even sleep, play or study. Oh, what should I do?
Did he read a letter he liked a lot better
With other things he’d rather do?
Solo
The mailman’s here
Mr. Gable just sent me a letter, and a signed photo too
(He said) “Thanks for your letter now I know you better
And here is my message to you”
For you, I’d go to the moon
I’d hum Tchaikovsky in tune
Paint the Empire State and the Golden Gate
Just to get back to you
You know I'd feel like king for a day
If I could just hear you say
All this I would do
For you, I’d go to the moon
GEORGIA ROAD
(Lyrics by F. Vignati)
It’s a beautiful day, I just want to fly away
On board in LA, Atlanta on the way
Four hours and a half and my suitcase is out
Just a little way to go, a great day no doubt
Now I‘m drivin’ on a long and narrow country road
Radio on playin’ old country songs
Let the good times roll from Warner Robins to Madison
Yeah! That’s alright baby
Let the burnin’ wheels spin around
That’s alright, baby
We‘re gonna have some fun
Crusin’ on the interstate, big trucks passin’ by
Welcome sweet Georgia, check out the coolest signs
Short stop at a local bar, Hillbillies wearing hats
Let's get back on the road, feelin’ like wildcats
Now I‘m drivin’ on a long and narrow country road
Radio on playin’ old country songs
Let the good times roll from Warner Robins to Madison
Yeah! That’s alright baby
Let the burnin’ wheels spin around
That’s alright, baby
We‘re gonna have some fun.
I tell you what, there ain’t nothing like the South
I tell you what, you cain’t stop feeding your mouth
Everywhere you go, on a Georgia road
Solo
Now I‘m drivin’ on a long and narrow country road
Radio on playin’ old country songs
Let the good times roll from Warner Robins to Madison
Yeah! That’s alright baby
Let the burnin’ wheels spin around
Yeah, that’s alright baby
We‘re gonna have some fun
BUILD A WORLD OF PEACE
(Lyrics by T. Vignati)
No sun shining, the traffic wining
An ordinary Monday
Cell phones ringing, no birds are singing
They haven’t anything to say
Late to a meeting, forget the greeting
I need a cafe latte
Confrontation and tribulation
Is this all worth the price we pay?
Like Martin Luther King
Let’s have a dream and make the change we wish to see
Take responsibility
From the words of Ghandi, King, Ikeda we must
Build a World of Peace
News is awful, just ask Ted Koppel
Another twenty soldiers dead
Global warming we’re all ignoring
How can we ever get ahead?
Determination across the nation
The recipe for global change
Take the action, a simple fraction
Our future we can rearrange
Like Martin Luther King
Let’s have a dream and make the change we wish to see
Take responsibility
From the words of Robbins, Gore, Mandela we must
Build a World of Peace
Solo
Like Martin Luther King
Let’s have a dream and make the change we wish to see
Take responsibility
From the words of Ghandi, King, Ikeda, we must
Build a World
Like Martin Luther King
Let’s have a dream and make the change we wish to see
Take responsibility
From the words of Robbins, Gore, Mandela we must
Build a World of Peace
SOMEHOW, SOMEDAY
(Lyrics by F. Vignati)
I get chills when I’m passing by
From my head down to my shoes
I get thrills when I look into your eyes
That’s why I sing the blues
Darling, the sunny side of my heart is singing
Like the birds in the sky
You just put me out of my mind
I feel fine when I talk to you
Even if it's been a long time
I'd get down right on my knees
If you'd ever think about me
Darling, the smooth side of my lips is whistling
Like the birds in the sky
You just put me out of my mind
Somehow, someday
You're gonna be mine
Somehow, someday
You’ll be mine, you'll be mine
I’m delighted everytime I take your hand
When you’re walking by my side
I’m amazed when you let your hair down
Even if you rather have it tied
Darling, the sweet side of my feelings are flying
Like the birds in the sky
You just put me out of my mind
Somehow, someday
You're gonna be mine
Somehow, someday
You’ll be mine
And if you need time
Time like the flowers need to grow
Baby, a kiss, a smile from you
Would just keep me alive
Somehow, someday
You're gonna be mine
Somehow, someday
You’ll be mine
You’ll be mine
UN JOUR DE BONHEUR
(Lyrics by F. Vignati)
Un matin d’un hiver froid
Le clocher sonne, huit heures et demi je crois,
Un ciel bleu, une douce brise d’amour
Les oiseaux chantent, le pain dans le four
Un jour tout nouveau, un jour de bonheur
Une après-midi bien commence
L’horloge fait tick.tock, les feuilles mortes des pommiers
Tombent dispersees, au gre du vent bruyant
L’ecureil mange si patiemment
Encore un jour de bonheur.
La joie de vivre est un bienfait
Un jour de plus, qui laisse une trace
Cette vie qui passe est un extrait
D’ un long chemin que l’on preface
Une soiree calme bien apprecie
Bougies allumees, devant un feu de cheminee,
Une nuit sombre, clarte d’une pleine lune
Le silence siffle, la bonne fortune
D’ un jour passé, un jour de bonheur.
JUST FOR A DAY
(Lyrics by F. Vignati)
Woke up on that summer day
I saw the birds fly away
So many hopes and dreams, and a smile on my face
No plans on that summer day
Living my life day to day
Cherish the love she gives me, sitting around the fireplace
So I’m gonna let her go
Today anyway
Cuz Baby “I love you”
Oh! You know that it's true
But for now, my little darling, I’ve got to let you go
Just for a day
So fast the news came my way
Forget about yesterday
My fate in this mess, thought I barely stood a chance
No luck for a kiss that day
Not even a goodbye honey”
I still care for you baby, even in this circumstance
So I’m gonna let her go
Today anyway
Cuz Baby “I love you”
Oh! You know that it's true
But for now, my little darling, I’ve got to let you go
Just for a day
But with life you never know
What to expect all along
There’s a chance she won’t be back
But there’s no chance I will leave her alone
Solo
So I’m gonna let her go
Today anyway
Cuz Baby “I love you”
Oh, you know that it's true
But for now, my little darling, I’ve got to let you go
Just for a day
But for now, my little darling, I’ve got to let you go
Just for a day
THE STREETS OF MANHATTAN
(Lyrics by T. Vignati)
Just arrived here from L.A.
Been here only for a day
It already feels like home
I'll be livin' in a box off of coffee, bagels and scotch
But, it doesn't matter to me cuz...
I love the Streets of Manhattan
There is nowhere else I know
to have dinner, see a show
Beginning at 1 AM
Hail a taxi in the rain
All the drivers are insane
But, it doesn't matter to me cuz...
I love the Streets of Manhattan
Take the 1 Line up to Alice Tulley Hall
for the Lincoln Center Jazz Orchestra
And Marsalis, he's the one and only man
to turn Freddie Kruger into a big jazz fan
Solo
Upper East Side to the West
Greenwich Village is the best
The Blue Note is alright by me
Take a walk in Central Park but don't think it after dark
but it doesn't matter to me cuz...
I love the Streets of Manhattan
Take the 1 Line all the way to Times Square
for the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade
There is one thing you should know, wherever you may go
You will never find a better pizza made
Than in the Streets of Manhattan
LES QUARTIERS DE PARIS
(Lyrics by F. Vignati)
A Montmartre, en haut de ses 130 mètres
J’me ballade sur les trottoirs des artistes
Sacre Coeur, le Chat Noir, Moulin Rouge, Place de Tertre
Et puis voila, Amelie existe
A L’opera, c’est le luxe et puis la mode
Folies Bergeres, ou caviar chez Maxime
Aux Printemps , Les Galleries Lafayettes, les commodes
Et la Voila, la Josephine
Aux Champs-Elysees, entre l’arc et la concorde
Moi j’tourne en rond , je cherche Clebert ou Monceaux
Le Traffic, Coffre-forts, le grand Louvre, les pieces d’or,
Et qui marchait, Le Napoleon
Place Bastille, il ne reste que des vestiges
L’accordeon joue, la valse “ Reine de musette”
Ponts des Arts, Rue de Lappe, l’opera de prestige
Et le Marquis De Lafayette
Quartier Latin, sur les bancs de la Sorbonne
Mai 68, revolt’au vieux village de Paris
St Michel, Odeon, le Senat, megaphones
A la Huchette, le Count Basie
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A St Germain, j’me la joue intellectuel
J’prends mon café, sur la terrasse des “Deux Magot”
Les caveaux ou ca jazz, musiciens qui ruisellent,
Il est plus la, le gypsy Django
A Belleville, je sort “Porte des Lilas”
Bourgeois-Boheme, genre le Gaston Lagaffe
Africains, les chinois, les bazaars ou brailla
A la taverne, la mome Piaf
THE LITTLE PINK CLARINET
(Lyrics by T. Vignati)
She was born an ugly duckling
They said she would amount to nothing
Forget that dream of marching in the Rose Parade!
All the trumpets put her down
Ssaid, “Your sound is too dark and round!
Now go on and go back to the factory where you were made!”
One day after beginning band
A tuba took her by the hand
Put a mirror in front of her so she could see
He said, “I don’t know but I think
That your body’s turning pink.
For your musical future, this may hold the key.”
She is the Little Pink Clarinet
And if you haven’t seen her yet
You won’t believe your eyes
With her sound she’ll mesmerize
Bringing you something new
And with looks like the lovely Rita Hayworth too
She is the Little Pink Clarinet
And if you haven’t seen her yet
She’s making history
In any key from A to G
The one and only
Little Pink Clarinet
Solo
One year later she’s a star
Fine hotels and fancy cars
Making music she loves to make all the people smile
Now she’ll never be ignored
Received another Grammy Award
We all know she’s gonna be here for a while
She is the Little Pink Clarinet
And if you haven’t seen her yet
You won’t believe your eyes
With her sound she’ll mesmerize
Bringing you something new
And with looks like the lovely Rita Hayworth too
She is the Little Pink Clarinet
And if you haven’t seen her yet
She’s making history
In any key from A to G
The one and only
You gotta see her she's
The Little Pink Clarinet
BECOME STRONG
(Lyrics by F. Vignati)
You’ve got to build a ladder to the sky
Climb it to the top and feel the wind on your face
So many things you’ve got to try
So many trials you’ve got to go through to reach this place
Become strong day after day
Do the very thing that no one else has been able to do
Become strong everyday
Let some love into your life and become strong
You’ve got to build a bridge to the other side
Walk carefully on it and just dry the rain of your mind
Only the right choice you can decide
Even if the world and day-to-day life looks so unkind
Become strong day after day
Do the very thing that no one else has been able to do
Become strong everyday
Let some love into your life and become strong
Don’t let anyone define your worth
Or buy what anyone thinks of you
Don’t let anyone take pride away from you
Anything and everything will come your way
Again and again
Solo
Become strong day after day
Do the very thing that no one else has been able to do
Become strong everyday
Let some love into your life and become strong
You’ve got to build a purpose for your life
Choose carefully the pieces be wise to not make it wrong
Don’t ever be defeated in your strife
Just achieve your dreams
Become strong
Become strong
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