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Natalie Cole
Natalie Cole


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Настоящее имя Natalie Maria Cole
Дата рождения 6 февраля 1950 г.
Место рождения Los Angeles, California, U.S.
Жанры Soul
Pop
Soft Rock
Jazz
Adult Contemporary
Годы 1955—н.в.
Лейблы Epic Records
Elektra Records
Capitol Records
EMI Group
Rhino Records
Verve Records
Manhattan Records
См. также Nat King Cole
Сайт Website



Альбом Natalie Cole



2002
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I Told You So
8.
Soon
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10.
Better Than Anything (feat. Diana Krall)
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I've Got Just About Everything (Bonus track)
15.
Tell Me All About It (Remix Bonus track)
. . .


I never loved him, he never reached me
He was just someone, someone I knew
I think about him on alternate Thursdays
When I haven't got anything better to do

He's got a problem if he thinks I need him
I couldn't care less now that we're through
I only sit home and I wait for his phone call
When I haven't got anything better to do

Wasn't I awfully smart not to fall and break my heart
He never meant a thing to me, he's gone
I'm glad, I'm free
And when he kissed me, no no he never moved me
Nothing fantastic, thrilling or new
So if I'm crying, I'm only crying
Cause I haven't got anything better
No I haven't got anything better
I haven't got anything better to do…without you
I never loved him, no he never moved me
Nothing fantastic…

. . .


Love, when we touch I shiver
Just body language can you blame it
My love's like a raging river
And I think you're the one to tame it
You
You're the quiet shy type
You always whisper, never shout it
Ooh
Baby you are my type
Why don't you tell me all about it
I got ways to make you
Make you tell me all about it
That's what I'm gonna do
Till you tell me all about it
Making love till you do
Till you tell me all about it
Me
I'm a lousy loner
Just call my number come be near me
Me
I'm a soulful moaner
Stay chez moi so you can hear me
You
You're the quiet shy type
You always whisper never shout it
Ooh
Baby you are my type
Why don't you tell me all about it
I got ways to make you
Make you tell me all about it
That's what I'm gonna do
Till you tell me all about it
Making love till you do
Till you tell me all about it

. . .


By Victor Abrams

He stays out every night

And leaves me all alone

He never tells me where he goes

I'm not the only lonely one

Just ask a woman who knows

We used to share our troubles

And the good times too

Now I'm left with all the woes

I'm not the only sorry one

Just ask a woman who knows

The days are long

Oh, but the nights are longer

I got the lonesomest blues

You know my only consolation

Is I ain't got nothing more to lose

So there you have the story

Of a love gone wrong

That used to blossom like a rose

Oh, I'm not the only broken heart

Just ask a woman who knows

(Musical Interlude)

Well my only consolation

Is that I got nothing more to lose

So there you have the story

Of a love gone wrong

That used to blossom like a rose

But I'm not the only broken heart

Just ask a woman

And I'm a woman

Just ask a woman who knows

Oh, yeah

Ask a woman, ask a woman

And I'm a woman

Who knows

. . .


I jump up at down, shake out the sun
Laugh like a loon, everything is fun
It's crazy, but I'm in love

I act like a fool; what do I care?
I'll be a fool as long as you're there
It's crazy, but I'm in love

I spread my wings and then I fly
All around the city
The world's my sweet potato pie,
And I'm sittin' mighty pretty

I sleep by the stars, chase that old moon,
Fall into of bed hummin' a tune
It's crazy, but I'm in love

. . .


You're mine you
You belong to me, you
I will never free you
You're here with me to stay

You're mine you
You are mine completely
Love me me love me strong or sweetly
I need you night and day

Arm in arm hand in hand
We will be bound together
Heart to heart lips to lips
We're chained and bound together

I own you
I don't need to buy love
You're a slave to my love
In every way you're mine

Arm in arm hand in hand
We will be bound together
Heart to heart lips to lips
We're chained and bound together

I own you
I don't need to buy love
You're a slave to my love
In every way you're mine
You're mine

. . .


From the album Ask A Woman Who Knows

(Sergio Mendes - Alan Bergman - Marilyn Bergman)

The dark is filled with dreams

So many dreams which one is mine

One must be right for me

Which dream of all the dreams

When there's a dream for every star

And there are oh so many stars

So many stars

The wind is filled with songs

So many songs which one is mine

One must be right for me

Which song of all the songs

When there's a song for every star

And there are oh so many stars, so many stars

Along the countless days, the endless nights

That I have searched so many eyes

So many hearts, so many smiles

Which one to choose, which way to go, how can I tell

How will I know, out of, oh

So many stars, so many stars

- Musical Interlude -

Yes, the wind is filled with songs, so many songs

Which one is mine, one must be right for me

Which song of all the songs

When there's a song for every star

And there are, oh, so many stars, so many stars

Along the countless days, the endless nights

That I have searched so many eyes

So many hearts, so many smiles

Which one to choose, which way to go, how can I tell

How will I know, out of, oh, so many stars

So many stars, (so many stars) oh, so many stars

(So many stars) oh, there are so many stars

(So many stars) lots and lots of stars, oh so many (so many)

Oh, so many (stars), many

So many, many (so many) stars (stars)...

. . .

I Told You So

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. . .

Soon

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. . .


Said I, many times, love is illusion,
A feeling result of confusion.
With knowing smile, and blazing sigh,
A cynical so-and-so was i.

I felt so sure, so positive,
So utterly, unchangingly certain.
But I never was aware of love and you,

And suddenly I realized
There was love and you,
And I, and i.

In this world of ordinary people
Extraordinary people
I'm glad there is you

In this world of over-rated pleasures
Of under-rated treasures
I'm so glad there is you

I live to love, I love to live with you beside me
This role so new, I'll muddle through with you to guide me

In this world where many, many play at love
And hardly any stay in love
I'm glad there is you

In this world where many, many play at love
And hardly any stay in love
I'm glad there is you

More than ever, I'm glad there is you

. . .


Better than cream cheese and bagels

Better than honey on bread

Better than champagne and pretzels

Better than breakfast in bed

Better than chili rellenos

Better than chocolate e'clairs

Better than hothouse tomatoes

Better than fresh Bartlett pears

Better than dining a la carte

Or simply gastronomic art

Better than anything except being in love

Better than making a million

Better than being a queen

Better than oil wells and gold mines

Better than pastures of green

Better than finding a horseshoe

Better than losing your head

Better than anything ever thought of

Better than anything ever said

Ah, ha, better than singing right out loud

Or being, ha, spotted in a crowd

Better than (better than anything) anything except being (except being) in love

(Musical Interlude)

Better than elephants, elephants are dancing

Better than clowns on parade

Better than peanuts and popcorn

Better than pink lemonade

Better than rides on the midway

Better than seals blowing horns

Better than men shot through cannons

Better than fresh ears of corn

Ah, better than balancing on a wire

Or watching tigers jump through fire

Better than anything except being in love

Better than driving 'round the park

Or watching fireflies after the dark

Better than anything except being in love

Hey, Diana?

Yeah?

Are you sure that love is even better than shopping?

Well, there's a little sale on late floor up at Barneys but it's still better

Oh, come on, come on

What about that thirty percent sale at Jimmy Chu's

And SaK's Fifth Avenue Friends and Family Day? Ha?

Still better

Well, maybe close second

Very close second

Better, more better

Better, better, better

. . .


I add two and two the most simple addition
Then swear that the figures are lying
I'm a much better comic then mathematican
Cause I'm better on stage than at intermission
And as far as the man is concerned
If I've been burned, well I haven't learn

I know he's around when the sky and the ground starting ringing
I know that he's near by the thunder I hear in advance
His words and his words alone
Are the words that can start me heart singing
And his is the only music that makes me dance

He'll sleep and he lies in the light of two eyes
That adore him
Oh bore him it might, but he won't leave me sight
For a glance

In every way every single day
I need less of myself I need more him, more him
And his is the only music that makes dance
Yes his is the only music that makes dance

. . .


By Robert Telson

Desert road from Vegas to nowhere

Some place better than where you've been

A coffee machine that needs some fixing

In a little cafe' just around the bend

I am calling you, Can't you hear me

I am calling you

A hot dry wind blows right through me

The baby's crying and I can't sleep

But we both know that a change is coming

Coming closer, sweet release

And I am calling you, can you hear me

I am calling you

Oooh, yeah

(Musical Interlude)

Desert road from Vegas to nowhere

Somewhere better than where you've been

But we both know that a change is coming

Coming closer around the bend

And I am calling you, don't you hear me

I am calling you

I, honey, I'm calling, I'm calling, I'm calling you

I know you hear me

I am calling you

Mmm, hmm

. . .


My baby don't care for shows
My baby don't care for clothes
My baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for cars and races
My baby don't care for high toned places
Liz Taylor's not his style
And even Lana Turner's smile
Is something that he just can't see
My baby don't care who knows it
My baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for shows
My baby don't care for clothes
My baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for cars and races
My baby don't care for those high toned places
Liz Taylor's not his style
And even Lana Turner's smile
Is something that he just can't see
My baby don't care who knows it
Cause my baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for shows
My baby don't care for clothes, no
My baby just cares for me
Well I wonder what's wrong with my sweet baby
'Cause my baby just cares for, oh
My baby don't care for cars and races
My baby don't care for fancy high toned places
Liz Taylor's not his style
And even Lana Turner's smile
Is something he can't see
I don't know what's wrong with my pretty pretty baby
'Cause my baby he really just cares for
Oh oh my baby he only only swears for
My baby he only just cares for me
So there!

. . .

I've Got Just About Everything

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. . .


Love, when we touch I shiver
Just body language can you blame it
My love's like a raging river
And I think you're the one to tame it
You
You're the quiet shy type
You always whisper, never shout it
Ooh
Baby you are my type
Why don't you tell me all about it
I got ways to make you
Make you tell me all about it
That's what I'm gonna do
Till you tell me all about it
Making love till you do
Till you tell me all about it
Me
I'm a lousy loner
Just call my number come be near me
Me
I'm a soulful moaner
Stay chez moi so you can hear me
You
You're the quiet shy type
You always whisper never shout it
Ooh
Baby you are my type
Why don't you tell me all about it
I got ways to make you
Make you tell me all about it
That's what I'm gonna do
Till you tell me all about it
Making love till you do
Till you tell me all about it

. . .


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