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"Like a sleepy golden storm"




E logo a seguir: After Hours, Jeanne Lee (v) e Mal Waldron (p), OWL records, 830993 2

Especialmente, "You go to my head" (a da Jeanne Lee é a melhor interpretação deste standard, de longe, de muito longe):

You go to my head
And you linger like a haunting refrain
And I find you spinning round in my brain
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
You go to my head
Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew
And I find the very mention of you
Like the kicker in a julep or two
The thrill of the thought
That you might give a thought
To my plea
Casts a spell over me
Still I say to myself
Get a hold of yourself
Can’t you see that it never can be
You go to my head
With a smile that makes my temperature rise
Like a summer with a thousand Julys
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
Though I’m certain
That this heart of mine
Hasn’t a ghost of a chance
In this crazy romance
You go to my head

Logo a seguir vem I could write a book, outra maravilha.

E depois oiçam Every time we say goodbye, e depois ponham o disco em random e oiçam, como se fosse o único disco na terra.