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Bei Mir Bist Du Schoen
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This little tin pan alley gem may well have brought the U.S. into the second world war if the Japs hadn't brought us first.
vinyl jazz honkytonk vintage old ukulele amateur cover nostalgic weill 20s
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Eugene Ionesco Wrote My Soul!
I've learned, from 63 years of life's bitter lessons and the fleetingness of beauty and the absurdity of the human condition, how to croon.
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Jazz • Cover Songs
Charts
Peak #117
Peak in subgenre #5
Author
Some jewish fella'
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copy...right?
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June 11, 2006
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MP3 2.5 MB • 128 kbps • 2:13
Story behind the song
Wont be Spared By Rocky Cartwright There was a real pretty woman in Dunwoody who called me on my manhood. She introduced me to pancakes. I wouldve asked her to be my wife but we must maintain standards: Lonesome Whistles Blacking out in public toilets Turning on mayors daughters, Gutting horses Breaking hearts. There was a stellar lay in Mobile. I almost thought of settling down. But a man has to play the role assigned him: loner rebel emotional vampire spiritual rapist solitary man There was a certain young lady in Toulouse who bathed me in lavender and fancied me up in a suit and tie and took me to her debutante ball. It might have been nice roasting a pig and drinking sweet tea in her big back yard with her by my side and a gulf breeze easing our perspirating. But I discovered as a very young man what hides beneath the immaculate veneer of a good woman: temper tamtrums teetotaling tidy bureaus persian kittens cold shoulders staying put tending to things leafy greens, and, worst of all, women tend to get disenchanted when they realize that you cant always find the words. I made it north to Indy. They demonstrated the proper ideologies until they were faced with the realities. After that, there wasnt much difference between a woman from Evansville and a woman from Tallahassee. Hardly at all. But a buddy of mine, the only Jewish fella in Lee County, told me that if I truly wanted to test my resistance Id give a New York City woman a run for the money. He said a New York City woman would break me down so fast Id be praying nightly for the sort of Southern Hospitality Id grown accustomed to. And I figured: Well, hell, if I can handle th putas you find in El Paso I can take on any sweet smelling cosmopolitan honey that comes my way and emerge victorious with a few scratches on my back at worst. And thats how I found myself, broke and smelling like urine, in front of the Brill Building with nothing but a bus ticket to Wildwood and a ukulele with a missing string...
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