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Bette Midler
Bette Midler


Информация
Дата рождения 1 декабря 1945 г.
Место рождения Honolulu, Hawaii, United States
Жанры Vocal
Pop
Adult Contemporary
Comedy
Годы 1965—н.в.
Лейблы Columbia Records
Atlantic Records
См. также Barry Manilow
Сайт Website



Альбом Bette Midler


Broken Blossom (1977)
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I've got some records here
to put you in the mood.
The phone is off the hook
so no one can intrude.
I feel romantic
and the record changes automatic, baby.

Sweetheart, we hurried through the dinner
and we hurried through the dance.
We left before the picture show was through.
Why did we hurry through the dinner
and hurry through the dance?
To leave some time for this.
To hug and hug and kiss and kiss.

Take off your shoesies, dear,
and loosen up your tie.
I got some kisses here.
Let's try one on for size.
Turn the lights low. Oooh, turn 'em low.
Whoa, baby.

Don't lead me on, pretty baby,
don't get me wrong, pretty baby.
I can get comfortable.
Bop bop do wadda wadda wadda, baby,
your perfume is driving me crazy.
Ooh, to hug and hug and kiss and kiss.

Now, baby, take off your shoes
and loosen up you tie.
I got some kisses here.
Let's try one on for size.
Turn the lights low. Come on, turn 'em low.
Ohh, baby.

Sha boomp boomp bah dah boomp bah dah boomp.
Bah ba dah ba wee eeh bah ba dweeb bah pretty baby.
You know I just wanna take you up with me to paradise.
Boy ya da bah do bah do do bah buh bah da.
Please pour a little bit of wine, will ya pretty baby?
Pretty baby, why don't you come on over here
and get comfortable? Make yourself comfortable.
All I really wanna hear is that
ya really like what I'm givin'.
And I hope that you know I love you.
Darlin'! Look how much time
it took me to say I love you!
Look what I went through to say I love you!

. . .


You give your hand to me
and then you say, "Hello."
And I can hardly speak,
my heart is beating so.
And anyone can tell
you think you know me well.
Hell, you don't know me.
You don't know me.

You don't know the one
who dreams of you at night;
longs to kiss your lips
and longs to hold you tight.
To you I'm just a friend.
That's all I've ever been.
You don't know me.

You, you just don't know me,
'cause I never knew the art of making love,
though my heart, oh my heart, oh my heart
is aching just for you.
Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by.
The chance that you might learn to love me too.

You give your hand to me,
and then you say, you say, "Goodbye."
I watch you walk away,
wishing you were mine.
You'll never ever know the girl who loves you so.
You don't know me. No, no, baby.

You don't know me.
No, no, no, no, no, no, baby, baby.
You don't know me, know me, know me.
Please know me.
Late in the midnight hour
I dream of you only.
But I am lonely.
Please know me.
Be my baby. C'mon, be my baby.
Late in the midnight hour
I live for you, baby.
Why don't you know me?
Be my baby.
Why you mean to me?
Mean to me . . .

. . .


Bobby's driving through the city tonight,
through the lights in a hot new rent-a-car.
He joins the lovers in his heavy machine.
It's a scene down on Sunset Boulevard.

Say goodbye to Hollywood.
Say goodbye, my baby.
Say goodbye to Hollywood.
Say goodbye, my baby.

Johnny's taking care of things for a while,
and his style is so right for troubadours.
They caught him running with his face to the door,
now he won't be my fast gun anymore.

Say goodbye to Hollywood.
Say goodbye, my baby.
Say goodbye to Hollywood.
Say goodbye, my baby.

Moving on is a chance that you take
everytime you try to stay together.
whoa-oa-ho-ho-hoo.
Say a word out of line
and you find that the friends you had are gone forever, forever.

So many faces in and out of my life.
Some will last,
some will just be now and then.
Life is a series of hellos and goodbyes.
I'm afraid it's time for goodbye again.

Say goodbye to Hollywood.
Say goodbye, my baby.
Say goodbye to Hollywood.
Say goodbye to Hollywood.
Say goodbye to Hollywood.
Say goodbye, my baby.
Yeah, say goodbye.
Yeah, say goodbye.
Yeah, he's gotta say goodbye.
He's gotta say goodbye.
He's gotta say goodbye.
Say goodbye.
Yeah, say goodbye,
say goodbye, say goodbye.
You gotta say goodbye.
Say goodbye, say goodbye, say goodbye . . .

. . .


B: "Bartender, I'd like a Manhattan, please."

T: Um, stop me if you've heard this one,
but I feel as though we've met before.
Perhaps I am mistaken.
B: But it's just that I remind you of
someone you used to care about.
Oh, but that was long ago.
Now tell me, do you really think
I'd fall for that old line?
I was not born just yesterday.
Besides, I never talk to strangers anyway.

T: Hell, I ain't such a bad guy
once you get to know me.
Just thought there ain't no harm.
B: Hey-e-yeh, just try minding your own business, bud.
Who asked you to annoy me
with your sad, sad repartee?
Besides, I never talk to strangers anyway.

Your life's a dime store novel.
This town is full of guys like you.
And you're looking for someone
to take the place of her.

T: You must be reading my mail.
'N' you're bitter 'cause he left you.
That's why you're drinkin' in this bar.
B&T: Well, only suckers fall in love
with perfect strangers.

B: It always takes one to know one, stranger.
T: Maybe we're just wiser now.
B: Yeah, 'n' been around the block
so many times
T: that we don't notice
B&T: that we're all just perfect strangers
as long as we ignore
that we all begin as strangers
just before we find
we really aren't strangers
anymore.

B: "Aw, you don't look like such a chump."

T: "Aw, hey babe."

. . .


Daybreak.
How can I ever leave this place beside you?
You were the only one I ever cried to.
The night is through.

Now it's heartache.
I got to get home before he sees it's daybreak.
Light from the sky is shining through the curtain lace.
I never really meant to stay.

And now it's daybreak.
We were just sitting and talking.
Oh, who would have thought we'd be spending the night
dreading the light of daybreak?

How can I leave this place beside you?
How can I leave you, baby, leave you?
I don't want to go.

And now it's daybreak.
We were like storybook children.
Hey, but, like all good fairytales, this one must end.
Here is the end. It's daybreak.

How can I ever leave this place beside you?
You were the only one I ever cried to.
The night is through.

Lord knows it's daybreak.
And it feels like heartbreak.
I don't want to leave you,
I don't want to leave you, I need you!
Looks like it's daybreak,
but it feels like it's heartache.
I don't want to leave you,
don't make me leave you, I need you!
Daybreak.
Sunlight shining through the lace.
I need you.
Sun is smiling on your face.
I need you.
Don't make me leave you!
Lord! . . .

. . .


I read that it's all black and white.
Oooh, the spectrum made a shade I like!
Ooh, those crinsom rays of ruby bright.
Ah! The technicolor li-i-ight!

Red! Red! I want red!
There's no substitute for red!
Red! Paint it red!
Green ain't mean compared to red!

You don't know what it does to me.
Yeah, that crimson sin intensity!
I'm haunted by the mystery,
yeah, yeah, the mystery of red, red, red!

Red! Red knocks 'em dead!
Some like it hot-tah!
I like it red!

Red's my lover, got me covered!
Red's my number and he's a commer!
Red's my drummer. I hear his thunder!
Move over, brother!
Red is a mother!
He's a mother!

Red! Red knocks 'em dead!
Red, red, red, red!
Red! Red! I want red!
Move over, brother!
Move over, brother!

Go bop-bop, go bop-bop.
Go bop-bop, go bop! Ahhh!
Go bop-bop, go bop-bop.
Go bop-bop, go bop! Uhh! Ahhh!
Uhh! Ahhh! Uhh! Ahhh!
Uhh! Uhhh!

Whoa! Red! Red! I want red!
That's what I said! That's what I said!
Gimme red, red, 'cause I want red!
Some like it hot, I like it red!
Red! Red! I want red!
Gimme red! Gimme, gimme, gimme!
Gimme red, red! I want red!
Some like it hot, I like it red!

Red! Red! I want red!
Move over brother, move over brother!
Red! Red! Red! I want red!
Red!
Gimme red!
Gimme red!
Gimme red!
Gimme red, red, red!

. . .


Woke up this mornin'
with an awful achin' head.
Woke up this mornin'
with an awful achin' head.
My new man left me.
I'm just a bloom in an empty bed.

Now, when my bed gets empty
I get to feelin' kind of mean and blue.
When my bed gets empty,
get to feelin' awful mean and blue.
The springs are gettin' rusty
sleepin' single like I do.

I bought me a coffee grinder,
the best one I could find.
You know that I bought me a brand new coffee grinder,
the best one I could find,
so he could grind my coffee.
Babe, I got a brand new grind.
You gotta try, girl, you gotta try.

He was a deep sea diver
with a stroke that could not go wrong.
Deep, deep sea, deep sea diver
with a stroke that just could not go wrong.
He could touch the bottom,
and his wind held out so long.

Oh, he boiled my cabbage,
and he made it awful hot,
tsch, tsch, tsch, tsch, tsch, tsch, tsch, mmmm.
He boiled it, I got to tell you
that he made it, made it awful hot.
But when he slipped the bacon in,
he overflowed the pot!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
What a sweet man he was.
I went and told my girlfriend Lou.
Remember that old rag of a girl named Lou?
Real sweet man.
I went and told my girlfriend Lou.
That way that girl is, baby,
she must have had a piece of it, too.

And now when you get good lovin',
don't you, don't you spread the news.
Don't you spread the news.
When you get it and it's good, good, good,
you really ought not to,
you ought not to spread the news.
Because those gals will doublecross you and leave you,
those gals will doublecross you, and they do,
those gals will doublecross you
and leave you, leave you, leave you,
leave you with the empty bed blues!
Zah!

. . .


A dream is a wish your heart makes
When you're fast asleep
In dreams you will lose your heartache
Whatever you wish for you keep

Have faith in your dreams
and someday, your rainbow will come shining through
No matter how your heart is grieving
If you just keep believing
The dream that you wish will come true

A dream is a wish your heart makes
when you’re feeling small.
Alone in the night you whisper
think no one can hear at all.
You wake with morning sunlight to find fortune that smile on you.
Don’t let your heart be filled with sorrow
for all you know tomorrow the dream you wish will come true.

The dream is a wish your heart makes
The dream is a wish your heart makes
You wake with the morning sunlight to find fortune that smile on you.
Don’t let your heart be filled with sorrow
for almost in tomorrow the dream you wish will come true.
No matter how your heart is grieving
If you just keep believing
The dream that you wish will come true

. . .


There is a land I know
where lovers go and flowers grow
forever more;
where time is standing still
and lovers fill the quiet places
by the shore.

We will cross the rainbow
to a place where we'll be free,
and he'll give his love to me.
So I wait for the day
when he takes me away to

Paradise.
He'll take me by my hand.
We'll walk along the sand.
It's never-never land.
Whoa-oo, whoa-oo, whoa.

We'll build a castle there
where we can share the happiness
we've waited for.
Where white flamingos fly
a-way up high and play above
the ocean floor.

We will climb a mountain
to see our wonderland.
Maybe know you'll understand
why I wait for the day
when he takes me away to

Paradise.
He'll take me by my hand.
We'll walk along the sand.
A never-never land.
Whoa-oo, whoa-oo, whoa.

I'll stand by him,
do right by him
and I swear that I would die for him.
Ohh, die for him.

Paradise.
He'll take me by my hand.
We'll walk along the sand.
It's never-never land.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'll stand by him,
do right by him.
Oh, yeah. Oh-oh, oh, yeah.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.

I'm gonna stand, I'm gonna stand by him.
Gonna do right, gonna do right by him.
Oh-oh, oh-oh, yeaeaeaeaheah.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah . . .

. . .


When I am a flyer, I'll fly down to Miami,
get a room in one of those big resort hotels.
And nobody there will ever get to know me well.
And nobody there will ever get to know me well.

I'll be just another yellow beach umbrella
on the shore of the southern sea.
I'll be a mystery to everyone.
I won't take you along with me.

When I am a driver, I'll drive to Pensacola,
sleep in the sand whether the weather
brings sunshine or rain.
And nobody there will ever get to know my name, oh no.
And nobody there will ever get to know my name.

I'll be just another yellow beach umbrella
on the shore of the southern sea.
Mmm, I'll be a mystery to everyone.
I won't take you along with me.

When I am a rider, I'll ride up to Tempico.
Ohh, don't telephone honey,
your money'd be wasted on a telegram
'cause nobody there will ever find out who I am.
Nobody there will ever find me!

I'll be just another big bright umbrella
on the shore of the southern sea.
Gonna be a mystery to everyone.
I won't take you along with me.

Alone. All alone. On my own.
So happy to be gone, gone, gone, gone
to new news and new faces,
new feuds and new places.

Underneath my yellow umbrella.
Won't be holdin' hands
with a mobster fella.
Mmm, I'm in the mood to be
swimmin' in the nude,
sinnin' too. Too bad you
won't be there to see.

Grand. Feels so grand
lying in the sand.
Just working on this tan of mine.
Ohh, you know I think that life
is just the greatest thing.

Goodbye!!
It's goodbye, darling.
Your turn to cry.
And you know good and well why, darling.
Why you got the gong.
I was into you to long.

Underneath my big bright umbrella
I'll be breaking hearts with a
buff young fella.
Woo-oo-oo, whoo-oo-oo.
How was I to know?
Plop plop, fizz fizz, oh what a relief it is.

. . .


Hold me close and hold me fast,
The magic spell you cast
This is La vie en rose.
When you kiss me heaven sighs,
And though I close my eyes
I see La vie en rose.
When you press me to your heart...
I'm in a world apart...
A world where roses bloom.
And when you speak... angels laugh from above,
Everyday words seem to turn into love songs.
Give your heart and soul to me,
And babe it's gonna be
La vie en rose.

When you press me to your heart...
I'm in a world apart...
A world where roses bloom.
And when you speak... angels laugh from above,
Everyday words seem to turn into love songs.
Give your heart and soul to me,
And babe it's gonna be
La vie en rose.

. . .


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