Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Seth MacFarlane
Chant
John Mills
Violon
Charlie Lovell-Jones
Violon
Roberto Ruisi
Violon
Michael Trainor
Violon
Tereza Stanislav
Violon
Jessica Guideri
Violon
Ciaran McCabe
Violon
Jens Lynen
Violon
Steven Wilkie
Violon
Tamara Hatwan
Violon
Michael Siess
Violon
Misha Vayman
Violon
Luke Turell
Alto
Vicci Wardman
Alto
Rob Brophy
Alto
Jonah Sirota
Alto
Jonathan Aasgaard
Violoncelle
Tim Lowe
Violoncelle
Charlie Tyler
Violoncelle
Ben Lash
Violoncelle
Phillip Nelson
Contrebasse
דויד גרוסמן
Contrebasse
Charlotte Ashton
Flûte
Tom Blomfield
Hautbois
Lelie Resnick
Hautbois
Benjamin Mellefont
Clarinette
Rose Corrigan
Basson
Dan Higgins
Saxophone
Sal Lozano
Saxophone
Brian Scanlon
Saxophone
Rusty Higgins
Saxophone
Chad Smith
Saxophone
Dylan Hart
Cor d’harmonie
Laura Brenes
Cor d’harmonie
Teag Reaves
Cor d’harmonie
Russell Bennett
Trompette
James Davison
Trompette
Michael Craig Davis
Trompette
Chris Snead
Trompette
Andy Wood
Trombone
Jon Stokes
Trombone
Tom Dunnett
Trombone
Pete North
Trombone
Douglas Tornquist
Tuba
Marcia Dickstein
Harpe
Wade Culbreath
Percussion
Nicholas Arlondo
Accordéon
George Doering
Guitare
Larry Koonse
Guitare
Chuck Berhofer
Guitare basse
Thomas Ranier
Piano
John Wilson
Direction d’orchestre
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Billy Strayhorn
Composition
Nelson Riddle
Arrangement
Paroles
[Verse 1]
I used to visit all the very gay places
Those come what may places
Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life
To get the feel of life
From jazz and cocktails
[Verse 2]
The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces
With distingué traces
That used to be there, you could see where they'd been washed away
By too many through the day
12:00 tales
[Verse 3]
Then you came along with your siren song
To tempt me to madness
I thought for a while that your poignant smile
Was tinged with the sadness
Of a great love for me
Ah, yes, I was wrong
Again, I was wrong
[Verse 4]
Life is lonely again
And only last year
Everything seemed so sure
[Verse 5]
Now, life is awful again
A trough full of hearts
Could only be a bore
[Verse 6]
A week in Paris will ease the bite of it
All I care is to smile in spite of it
[Verse 7]
I'll forget you, I will
While yet, you are still
Burning inside my brain
[Outro]
Romance is mush, stifling those who strive
I'll live a lush life in some small dive
And there I'll be while I rot with the rest
Of those whose lives are lonely, too
Written by: Billy Strayhorn

