Cinephonic No12 Piano Selection

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 23 March 2012
2012

Any time you're Lambeth way
Any evening any day
You'll find us all
Doin' The Lambeth Walk.
Ev'ry little Lambeth gal
with her little Lambeth pal
you'll find 'em all
Doin' The Lambeth Walk.
Ev'rything free and easy
Do as you darn well pleasy
Why don't you make your way there
Go there, stay there,
Once you get down Lambeth way
Ev'ry evening, ev'ry day
You'll find yourself
Doin' The Lambeth Walk.

Oh! The moon always shines on
my heaven in the pines
When the day's work is over
I trip thro' the clover to home.
Rambling roses entwine round
my heaven in the pines,
And two lips by the window sill
tell me I never will roam.
When ever you're out my way
You'll find an open door
It's not far from the highway
there's always room for one more.
Oh! The moon always shines
on my heaven in the pines,
and there's no gold could ever buy
one little room in my home.

Trusting my luck
I've got my fingers crossed
I've got a hunch
my honey bunch cares for me.
I'm trusting my luck
true love is never lost
I've got a heart
and he's got the lock and key.
I'm betting my keep sakes
on the honeymoon sweepstakes
and whenever my luck breaks
it better be good
knock on wood,
I'm trusting my luck
I'll keep my fingers crossed
and I'll almost guarantee
that my honeybunch cares for me.

Lovely one please keep on dancing
each moment you look more entrancing
Be gay and smile while you are dancing
Weep and you dance alone.
You're the one my heart runs after
like music rings round ev'ry rafter.
So let me hear nothing but laughter,
Weep and you dance alone.
Saxophones and violins
playing in a minor key
saxophones and violins
saying you were meant for me.
My lovely one
you are my name of love
and your first smile
kindled the flame of love,
that flame may die
I know the game of love
one little smile and I'm your own,
Weep and you dance alone.

Here they come,
here they come,
Hear the hum of the drum
of the Tin Pan parade
Better run, better run,
'Cause it's some toy trumpet brigade.
Here they are
there's the leader passing by
ain't he grand
he's the star
he's the leader of the band.
There he goes with his trumpet
tootin' high, tootin' low
When he blows
he's a rootin' tootin' dandy.
Tootin' low, tootin' high,
he's the new tooter
in the Tin Pan parade
there they go, passing by.
That as some toy trumpet parade.

So I'm knitting a singlet for Cecil
A nice woolly singlet for Cecil
It will keep him as snug
as a bug in a rug,
as in its embrace he will nestle.
It's fancy where it should be plain,
But I can't pull it all back again,
It's low at the back
and the front is a V
and the arm holes are not
where I meant them to be,
But it's soft,
so it's sure to remind him of me,
That singlet I knitted for Cecil.

I'm sorry I didn't say I'm sorry
for you'd be in my arms tonight.
The dreams I can see
they keep haunting me,
there's somebody else
holding you tight.
I'm sorry I didn't say "Forgive me"
It's funny what two words can do.
Ev'ry day and all night long
I tell myself
that I was wrong,
I'm sorry I didn't tell you.

It's a long, long way to your heart,
but I'm gonna get there
so you'd better beware
it's a long, long way to your arms
tho' you keep me away
I'll be having my day.
I knew you were mine
the very first time I met you.
You'd better unbend
because in the end
I'll get you.
It's a long, long way to your heart,
but I'm gonna get there
and when I get there
I'll be there for a long, long time.

I'm bringing you home
for my souvenir,
My souvenir of love
I'm bringing you home
so I'll have you near
My souvenir of love
I've only one life to live
I've only one heart to give
Only one heart
a lonely old heart
that beats only for you.
I'm bringing you home
it's my lucky year
To have you here
my souvenir of love.

The red hot rythm of a dusky queen
has gone from Harlem up to Aberdeen
where you saw them dance the Highland Fling.
You see them swayin' to the Highland Swing.
The Bag pipes moaning
try to imitate
a low down trumpet
and they syncopate.
They forgot the songs
they used to sing
the day they heard
about the Highland Swing.
Now a body never meets a body
comin' thro' the rye
today a body has become a "buddy"
and the Campbells in the rye
sing Hi de Hi.
The lads and lassies of a Highland clan
will soon go crazy
when they shout "Yeah Man"
and they'll pay for almost anything
when they are swaying
to the Highland Swing.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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sequence by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Friday 23 March 2012 at 21.25
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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Cinephonic No12 Piano Selection 1938
arranged by Ray Terry
© MCMXXXVIII by Cinephonic Music Co.Ltd.  London W1
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Lambeth Walk
My Heaven In The Pines
Trusting My Luck
Weep And You Dance Alone
The Toy Trumpet
I'm Knitting A Singlet For Cecil
I'm Sorry I Didn't Say I'm Sorry
It's A Long Long Way To Your Heart
Souvenir Of Love
The Highland Swing
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