Indexing- digital audio readings:
A reading of songs titles containing the word Blue. This list is from the index of Gary Giddins book “Visions of Jazz”. Mixed with the Modern Jazz Quartet the list is read by a voice named ‘Bruce’ found in the Mac speech program. First exhibited in Milan, Italy for the exhibition Americas Re-mixed, at Mostra d’ arte Contemporanea Fabbrica del Vapore in 2003, it has been remastered for presentation here.
This reading of song titles beginning with “I” is also from the index of the book ” Visions of Jazz” by Gary Giddins.
The text below is the 4th line, of every 4th page in the book Reading Lyrics: 1900-1975. The punctuation was kept intact and the stanza breaks occur when I encountered a colon or semicolon, creating a DaDa-esque poem/song, comprised of the entire American Song Book.
Grand piano coming, (p. 4)
But knew she would go,
Cut all the cheap cadenzas out of it.
There is nothing surer,
he’s just my Bill,
but that was before I met you dearie,
Lord, how you can shuffle.
The terrible chances I’m taking:
you made me want you,
love of mine,
and when she’s gone
Tomorrow night at the Dark-town
times are bad and…
But if you’re not the groom they’re not so bad.
He seemed to take a lot of treasure
Keep on smiling through;
she dances will make you fry,
so lets have another cup o’ coffee
the night you said
You must go your way and I must go mine.
You’re laughing at me.
That’s what I claim.
So love, at least, a small percent of me, do,
And the woman you will wow.
Whenever the winter winds become too strong,
if we thought a bit
if you know Garbo, then tell me this news,
I’m feeling swell,
Till somebody else came near.
Whenever your eyes look into mine.
and ev’ry day she counted ‘em a million times.
Far away from night clubs,
What your diamonds cost you,
I’m in a awful tight one,
And that’s when I get,
Even Make the Bed,
You keep winnin’ and I keep loosin’,
That’s one thing your learning,
They gleam there for you and me,
All I do is dream about you nightly.
See how it goes;
Thanks for the memory
And all the world’s all right.
I never put a mud pack on my face.
We’ll save our fares!
Or a man whose voice is alto.
And of the sweet refrain.
Ain’t gonna frown,
And the sky was streaked with white,
The last time I saw Paris
Every song it hears.
Like a pair of birds
For it can take me anywhere
Or I’ll call you down,
Chestnuts in blossom,
I like the likes of you,
Let’s take a walk around the block.
Then I’ll be tired of you.
Don’t let them ride Rhode Island
For ev’ry night the moon is bright
were wearing wings,
The day isn’t distant
You won’t find him
Have felt this cosmic urging:
They laughed at me wanting you.
A drip from leaves,
He said the Belgians and the Greeks do it,
And then she got more bloody-minded
This terrible strain we’ll never know.
I only know
If you but knew.
from a teaspoon;
Sweepin’ the clouds away.
A new day is born.
Shake down the stars.
Oh! Oh! if you want to know the inspiration.
Putting rain in my eyes, tears in my dreams,
A fine romance, my friend, this is!
Never gonna dance.
Two bodies swaying
And wonder why we had to part.
HE: In rain or shine
I see the horizon, the great unknown,
But at a loss for words.
Became impatient to be free.
You can’t make a nylon pocketbook out of a pig’s ear.
Iron, stone cement, or sand.
And still act like a lady.
My heart is hobo,
So, I don’t dare to keep away.
Or candlelight on the mistletoe,
He’s the talk of my heart,
Hooray for Hollywood!
She’s the only one that’ll sound that way
Sitting at the table
But look at Epitaph.
So let’s keep the party polite,
Dreams of Havana,
Won’t you take my hand?
Miracles can happen.
know what to do
And all for all the in-between years,
Go together like a horse and carriage.
While we’re still young.
All that can stir,
Thinks that I am unforgettable, too.
What will be will be!
In other words, I love you!
Two safe deposit boxes,
And I pers’nally guarantee
I walk around with a horseshoe,
What a rare mood I’m in!
And her touch, it was tender;
Arm in arm with their low
The sweetest and,
but everyone around me’s growing old,
A little lopsided,
Or are you not seeing things too clear,
Only a “heart” like Larry might
Is our sine qua non.
And said she loved me so
A little tin box.
Of depression and elation;
You’ll look sweet as a little buttercup
All I need now is the girl!
You got nothing to hit but the heights!
I’m young, I’m beautiful.
The prices are steep,
‘Cause he mixes it with love
my pace is frantic,
What ever happened to class?
I’m gettin’ my kicks
There, right there. p. 618
Reading Lyrics: 1900-1975. edited by Robert Gottlieb & Robert Kimball (published in 2000 by Pantheon.)