Ornette Coleman - Lonely Woman (1959)

From the album The Shape of Jazz to Come in 1959



[Instrumental]

Gerry Mulligan - The Lady is a Tramp (1953)

From the album The Original Quartet With Chet Baker in 1953



[Instrumental]

Charlie Parker - Ornithology (1946)

From a single in 1946



[Instrumental]

Art Ensemble of Chicago - Theme de Yoyo (1970)

From the soundtrack Les Stances a Sophie in 1970



Your head is like a yoyo,
your neck is like the string,
Your body's like a camembert
oozing from its skin.

Your fanny's like two sperm whales
floating down the Seine
Your voice is like a long fuck
that's music to your brain.

Your eyes are two blind eagles
that kill what they can't see
Your hands are like two shovels
digging in me.

And your love is like an oil-well
Dig, dig, dig, dig it,
On the Champs-Elysees.

Abbey Lincoln - Strong Man (1957)

From the album That's Him in 1957



[No Lyrics]

Cannonball Adderley & Miles Davis - Autumn Leaves (1958)

From the album Somethin' Else in 1958



[Instrumental]

Wes Montgomery - Full House (1962)

From the album Full House in 1962



[Instrumental]

Thelonious Monk - Blue Monk (1952)

From the album Thelonious Monk Trio in 1952



[Instrumental]

Oscar Peterson - Nigth and day (1951)

From the album Oscar Peterson Plays Cole Porter in 1951



[Instrumental]

Herbie Hancock - Watermelon Man (1994)

From the album Cantaloupe Island in 1994



[Instrumental]

Bill Evans - Midnight Mood (1968)

From the album Bill Evans Alone in 1968



[Instrumental]

John Coltrane - Blue Train (1957)

From the album Blue Train in 1957



[Instrumental]

Horace Silver - Song For My Father (1964)

From the album Song For My Father in 1964



[No Lyrics]

Sade - Smooth Operator (1984)

From the album Diamond Life in 1984



Diamond life, lover boy.
We move in space with minimum waste and maximum joy.
City lights and business nights.
When you require streetcar desire for higher heights.

No place for beginners or sensitive hearts
When sentiment is left to chance.
No place to be ending but somewhere to start.

No need to ask.
He's a smooth operator,
smooth operator,
smooth operator,
smooth operator.

Coast to coast, LA to Chicago, western male.
Across the north and south, to Key Largo, love for sale.

Face to face, each classic case.
We shadow box and double cross,
Yet need the chase.

A license to love, insurance to hold.
Melts all your memories and change into gold.
His eyes are like angels but his heart is cold.

No need to ask.
He's a smooth operator,
smooth operator,
smooth operator,
smooth operator.

Coast to coast, LA to Chicago, western male.
Across the north and south, to Key Largo, love for sale.

Smooth operator,
smooth operator,
smooth operator,
smooth operator,
smooth operator...

Tony Bennet - Fly Me To The Moon (1965)

From a single in 1965



Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On a-Jupiter and Mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby, kiss me

Fill my heart with song
And let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you

(instrumental - first verse)

Fill my heart with song
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, in other words

I love you

Mel Torme - Blue Moon (2003)

From the album The Ultimate Mel Torme in 2003



Blue moon
You saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
Blue moon
You know just what i was there for
You heard me saying a prayer for
Someone i really could care for

And then there suddenly appeared before me
The only one my arms will hold
I heard somebody whisper please adore me
And when i looked to the moon it turned to gold

Blue moon
Now i'm no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own

And then there suddenly appeared before me
The only one my arms will ever hold
I heard somebody whisper please adore me
And when i looked the moon had turned to gold

Blue moon
Now i'm no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own

Blue moon
Now i'm no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own

Billie Holiday - Strange Fruit (1939)

She died on July 17, 1959, 50 years ago.

"Strange Fruit" is a song performed by Billie Holiday. It condemned American racism, particularly the lynching of African Americans that had occurred chiefly in the South but also in all regions of the United States.





Southern trees bear strange fruit, (Los árboles del sur tienen un fruto extraño)
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, (Sangre en las hojas y sangre en la raíz,)
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze, (Cuerpos negros balanceándose en la brisa del sur,)
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. (Extraño fruto que cuelga de los álamos.)

Pastoral scene of the gallant south, (Escena pastoral del galante sur,)
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth, (Los ojos abultados, la boca torcida,)
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh, (El aroma de las magnolias, dulce y fresco,)
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh. (Y de pronto el olor de la carne quemada.)

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck, (Aquí está el fruto que arrancarán los cuervos,)
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck, (Para que reciba la lluvia, para que chupe el viento,)
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop, (Para que el sol la madure, para que los árboles la suelten,)
Here is a strange and bitter crop. (Aquí está una extraña y amarga cosecha.)

John Coltrane - Part 1: Acknowledgement (1965)

Coltrane died in Long Island, NY on July 17, 1967

From the album A Love Supreme in 1965



No lyrics [Instrumental]

Frank sinatra - That's Life (1966)

From the album That's Life in 1966



That's life, that's what all the people say.
You're riding high in April,
Shot down in May
But I know I'm gonna change that tune,
When I'm back on top, back on top in June.

I said that's life, and as funny as it may seem
Some people get their kicks,
Stompin' on a dream
But I don't let it, let it get me down,
'Cause this fine ol' world it keeps spinning around

I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate,
A poet, a pawn and a king.
I've been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing:
Each time I find myself, flat on my face,
I pick myself up and get back in the race.

That's life
I tell ya, I can't deny it,
I thought of quitting baby,
But my heart just ain't gonna buy it.
And if I didn't think it was worth one single try,
I'd jump right on a big bird and then I'd fly

I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate,
A poet, a pawn and a king.
I've been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing:
Each time I find myself laying flat on my face,
I just pick myself up and get back in the race

That's life
That's life and I can't deny it
Many times I thought of cutting out
But my heart won't buy it
But if there's nothing shakin' come this here july
I'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball and die
My, My