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The State of Swing
04:14
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North Dakota, South Dakota, Washington or Idaho.
Pennsylvania, Tennessee, Delaware? Gee, I don’t know!
If you’re from that Show Me state or,
getting’ tired of your Bluegrass state,
follow me to the latest thing:
I just moved up to the State of Swing.
Red states, blue states, in between! That Tar Heel state just ain’t your scene?
Even Lone Stars go real far, when they move to the State of Swing!
The State of the Union’s gotten confusin’,
‘least that’s what I heard in The Man’s address.
I packed my grip; I found a new home;
now every night I dance away that stress!
Think that Empire State’s so great?
The Land of Enchantment might hold your fate?
You’ll learn, Gates! That news is fake!
When you move to the State of Swing.
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Ain't Gonna Be Blue
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Ain’t gonna be lonely, ain’t gonna be gloomy.
Ain’t gonna grow sad an’ old.
Ain’t gonna go walkin’ down the road of life without a hand to hold.
Ain’t Gonna Be Blue, not since that man said, “I love you.”
They’ll say that I’m happy; they’ll say that I’m lucky;
“He started her on her way.”
I’ve found my very best joy — a sweet little boy. It just happened today.
Ain’t Gonna Be Blue, not since that man said, “I love you.”
Oh, I never thought I, no matter how I’d try,
would find myself such a friend.
I didn’t think he, could ever care for me,
but now it’s ‘parently quite plain to see.
We’re gonna be happy. We’re gonna be lucky.
We finally found our way. And now no matter what comes, he’ll be right there with me. It’s gonna be swell, I’ll say.
We ain’t gonna be blue, not since we said I love you.
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The Call of the Cicada
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It’s music haunts me still. I know it always will.
That’s the Call of the Cicada.
A swelt’ring summer’s lust. The heat that starts at dusk.
That’s the Call of the Cicada.
Can you hear that siren song? It sounds so good it can’t be wrong. Follow me where pleasure waits, we’ll climb as one to Heaven’s gates.
Romance that’s never lost. The past is now and not forgot.
That’s the Call of the Cicada.
Saxes and trumpets blast their music sweet or fast.
You’ll hear them all at the Cicada.
Dancers with style and flash, a man with thin mustache.
You’ll see them all at the Cicada.
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Our Own Affair
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Beth and Uncle Lou want us at six, your sister too, and then, a birthday bash for Cousin Sue, that’s just a few....
Don’t be upset if I’m intent to skip our set’s fine fete.
Let’s us don’t fret, let’s send regrets let’s have a tête-à-tête.
The fire’s a-glow, the lamps are low. Our friends are swell, but, “No!”
Our plans aren’t set. We just won’t go. Let’s tell ‘em,
“Heck, we’d rather stay at home and pet!”
The madding crowd can hiss and boo.
I’d rather kiss and bill and coo.
R.S.V.P.s, soirees and teas; won’t you agree, “Not we!”
Love can be ours if we just dare, give them the air and throw our own affair.
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My Friend
03:17
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There’s times the fight won’t go my way; stormy skies are dark and gray. But I know you’ll make it work again ‘cause you’re My Friend.
Now if you call me late at night, bereft of joy, no hope in sight. We’ll talk it out ‘till it shines again ‘cause you’re My Friend.
It’s give and take, you see, this happy harmony of life. And when at last the throngs applaud your song, there’s the joy for me.
Tonight I’ll sing a song or two, ‘bout a love that’s dear and true, but they can’t compare; it’s hardly fair; ‘cause you’re My Friend.
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The Cricket
04:43
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Chasin' the Rabbit
04:19
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A Minor Interruption
04:15
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I’m on my way up. You’re just a speed bump.
I haven’t time for A Minor Interruption.
I’m out for big deals. You’re spinnin’ small wheels.
I haven’t time for A Minor Interruption.
I thought I’d found a star. I thought we’d both go far.
I was wrong now I see. You’re just deadweight to me.
I’m not a cruel one. You won’t have much fun
when I’m on top, and you’re A Minor Interruption.
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Return of the Romantics
04:10
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Phil's Boogie
02:26
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When you’re good, that’s bad.
When You’re Bad, that’s good.
It’s too bad ‘cause you’re really quite nice.
But what good is a boy who ain’t never bad?
Come on do wrong tonight,
‘cause it feels so right,
and I know we’ll never be sad.
It’s no good if we only do what we should.
Some girls like shining knights, heroes that dress in white.
For me there’s just no thrill in all that.
Why not live dangerously? Forget propriety?
If we do it right we won’t look back.
Now I’m mad for you and
I’m glad it’s true.
I’ve forgotten all of the rest.
Because Darling, when you’re bad you’re simply the best!
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My Friend (Instrumental)
03:07
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Jack's Cats Los Angeles, California
Swing clarinetist and saxman Jack Malmstrom and his Cats recently stepped out of the 1940s into present day Los Angeles to the delight and occasional bewilderment of vintage jazz fans and swing dancers. The Cats maintain an active live schedule holding forth for audiences with hand-picked standards, forgotten gems and original tunes. Their 2019 release "The State of Swing" features 14 originals. ... more
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