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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Billie Holiday
Billie Holiday
Performer
Elise Bretton
Elise Bretton
Soprano
Ray Ellis
Ray Ellis
Conductor
Miriam Workman
Miriam Workman
Soprano
Lois Sylvin
Lois Sylvin
Soprano
Barry Galbraith
Barry Galbraith
Guitar
Phil Kraus
Phil Kraus
Percussion
Mal Waldron
Mal Waldron
Percussion
Osie Johnson
Osie Johnson
Drums
George Ockner
George Ockner
Violin
Milt Hinton
Milt Hinton
Bass
David Sawyer
David Sawyer
Cello
Janet Putnam
Janet Putnam
Harp
Danny Banks
Danny Banks
Woodwinds
Phil Bodner
Phil Bodner
Woodwinds
Romeo Penque
Romeo Penque
Woodwinds
Mel Davis
Mel Davis
Trumpet
Urbie Green
Urbie Green
Trombone
J.J. Johnson
J.J. Johnson
Trombone
Tom Mitchell
Tom Mitchell
Trombone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
E. Redding
E. Redding
Composer
Ray Ellis
Ray Ellis
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Irving Townsend
Irving Townsend
Producer
Rene Arsenault
Rene Arsenault
Assistant Producer
Fred Plaut
Fred Plaut
Engineer
Debra Parkinson
Debra Parkinson
Mastering Engineer
Mark Wilder
Mark Wilder
Mastering Engineer
Phil Schaap
Phil Schaap
Mastering Engineer

Lirik

So I walk a little too fast So I, so I, so I walk, so I walk So I walk a little too fast And I drive a little too fast And I'm reckless, it's true But what else can you do? At the end of a love affair? At the end of a love affair? I don't know it Now please try and play as much noise as you can And loud as you can, I don't know the tune Only announcement needed from here Overall, mix this in with a lot of effect and positives Take one, quiet in the studio I don't want anybody comin' in So I walk a little too fast And I drive a little too fast And I'm reckless, it's true But what else can you do? At the end of a love affair? So I talk (no) I can't hear, phrase is so loud, and... (Let's just take two) So I walk a little too fast And I drive a little too fast And I'm reckless, it's true But what else can you do At the end of a love affair? So I talk a little too much And I laugh a little too much And my voice is too loud When I'm out in a crowd So that people are apt to stare Do they know, do they care That it's only that I'm lonely And low as can be? And the smile on my face Isn't really a smile at all So I smoke a little too much And I joke a little too much And the tunes I request Are not always the best But the ones where the trumpets blare So I go at a mad, I can't hear the band at all
Writer(s): Edward Redding Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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