Pinwheel of Death

Billie Holiday


SONGS

Writers Billie Holiday

Genres Standard, Ballad, Blues, Food

Recorded 1956

Lyrics I LOVE MY MAN,
I'M A LIAR
IF I SAY I DON'T.
I LOVE MY MAN,
I'M A LIAR
IF I SAY I DON'T.
BUT I'LL QUIT MY MAN,
I'M A LIAR
IF I SAY I WON'T.

I'VE BEEN YOUR SLAVE,
BABY,
EVER SINCE I'VE BEEN YOUR BABE.
I'VE BEEN YOUR SLAVE,
EVER SINCE I'VE BEEN YOUR BABE.
BUT BEFORE I'D BE YOUR DOG,
I'D SEE YOU IN YOUR GRAVE.

MY MAN WOULDN'T GIVE ME NO BREAKFAST,
WOULDN'T GIVE ME NO DINNER,
SQUAWKED ABOUT MY SUPPER,
THEN HE PUT ME OUTDOORS.
HAD THE NERVE
TO LAY A MATCHBOX ON MY CLOTHES
I DIDN'T HAVE SO MANY,
BUT I HAD A LONG,
LONG WAYS TO GO.

I AIN'T GOOD LOOKIN',
AND MY HAIR AIN'T GOT CURLS.
I AIN'T GOOD LOOKIN',
AND MY HAIR AIN'T GOT CURLS.
BUT MY MOTHER GIVE ME SOMETHING
IT'S GOING TO CARRY ME
THROUGH THIS WORLD.

LORD, I LOVE MY MAN,
TELL THE WORLD I DO,
I LOVE MY MAN,
TELL THE WORLD I DO
BUT WHEN HE MISTREATS ME,
MAKES ME FEEL SO BLUE.

SOME MEN LIKE ME
'CAUSE I'M HAPPY,
'CAUSE SOME I'M SNAPPY,
SOME CALL ME HONEY,
OTHERS THINK I'VE GOT MONEY,
SOME TELL ME,
BABY, YOUR BUILT FOR SPEED.
NOW,
IF YOU PUT THAT ALL TOGETHER,
MAKES ME EVERYTHING
A GOOD MAN NEEDS!
Writers Billie Holiday

Genres Standard, Ballad, Jazz Standard, Jazz, Blues

Recorded 1940

Lyrics MY MAN DON'T LOVE ME,
TREATS ME OH, SO MEAN,
MY MAN HE DON'T LOVE ME,
TREATS ME OH, SO MEAN.
HE'S THE LOWEST MAN
THAT I'VE EVER SEEN.

HE WEARS HIGH DRAPED PANTS,
STRIPES ARE REALLY YELLOW
HE WEARS HIGH DRAPED PANTS,
STRIPES ARE REALLY YELLOW.
BUT WHEN HE STARTS IN
TO LOVE ME,
HE'S SO FINE AND MELLOW.

LOVE WILL MAKE YOU
DRINK AND GAMBLE,
MAKE YOU STAY OUT
ALL NIGHT LONG,
LOVE WILL MAKE YOU
DRINK AND GAMBLE,
MAKE YOU STAY OUT
ALL NIGHT LONG.
LOVE WILL MAKE YOU
DO THINGS
THAT YOU KNOW IS WRONG.

BUT IF YOU TREAT ME RIGHT
BABY,
I'LL STAY HOME EV'RY DAY.
IF YOU TREAT ME RIGHT
BABY,
I'LL STAY HOME EV'RY DAY.
BUT YOU'RE SO MEAN TO ME,
BABY,
I KNOW
YOU'RE GONNA DRIVE ME AWAY.

LOVE IS JUST LIKE A FAUCET,
IT TURNS OFF AND ON.
LOVE IS LIKE A FAUCET,
IT TURNS OFF AND ON.
SOMETIMES
WHEN YOU THINK IT'S ON,
BABY,
IT HAS TURNED OFF AND GONE.
Alt. Title Fooling Myself

Writers Jack Lawrence, Peter Tinturin

Genres Standard, Ballad

Recorded 1937

Lyrics verse:
I TRY TO KEEP YOU
OUT OF MY HEART,
BUT SOMEHOW I FIND
TRYING TO KEEP YOU
OUT OF MY HEART,
I'M OUT OF MY MIND.

Chorus:
I TELL MYSELF
I'M THROUGH WITH YOU
AND I'LL HAVE NOTHING MORE
TO DO WITH YOU.
I STAY AWAY,
BUT EV'RY DAY
I'M JUST FOOLIN' MYSELF!
I TELL MY FRIENDS
THAT I DON'T CARE,
I SHRUG MY SHOULDERS
AT THE WHOLE AFFAIR
BUT THEY ALL KNOW
IT ISN'T SO,
I'M JUST FOOLIN' MYSELF.

AND EV'RY TIME I PASS
AND SEE MY FACE
IN THE LOOKING GLASS,
I TIP MY HAT AND SAY,
HOW DO YOU DO,
YOU FOOL
YOU'RE THROWING
YOUR LIFE AWAY.

I'M ACTING GAY,
I'M ACTING PROUD,
AND EV'RY TIME
I SEE YOU
IN A CROWD
I MAY PRETEND,
BUT IN THE END,
I'M JUST FOOLIN' MYSELF.
TERRITORIAL RESTRICTIONS
MAY APPLY TO THIS TITLE.

Writers Joe Burke, Edgar Leslie

Genres Standard

Recorded 1937

Lyrics MY BABY'S LIKE ME,
WANTS TO DO THIS,
WANTS TO DO THAT.
AND SO WE DO
JUST AS WE PLEASE.
WE HATE TO BE TOLD
NOT TO GO HERE,
NOT TO GO THERE,
BECAUSE OUR SENTIMENTS
ARE THESE.

WHEN WE WANT TO LOVE,
WE LOVE.
WHEN WE WANT TO KISS,
WE KISS.
WITH A LITTLE PETTING,
WE'RE GETTING SOME FUN OUT OF LIFE.
WHEN WE WANT TO WORK,
WE WORK.
WHEN WE WANT TO PLAY,
WE PLAY.
IN A HAPPY SETTING,
WE'RE GETTING SOME FUN OUT OF LIFE.

MAYBE WE DO
THE RIGHT THING,
MAYBE WE DO
THE WRONG,
SPENDING EACH DAY
JUST WINDING OUR WAY
ALONG.

WHEN WE WANT TO SING,
WE SING.
WHEN WE WANT TO DANCE,
WE DANCE.
YOU CAN DO YOUR BETTING,
WE'RE GETTING SOME FUN OUT OF LIFE!
Writers Arthur Herzog Jr., Irene Kitchings

Genres Standard, Ballad

Recorded 1940

Lyrics GHOST OF YESTERDAY,
STALKING AROUND MY ROOM,
ALL NIGHT LONG YOU STAY,
WALK AROUND
IN PROFOUND GLOOM.
WHEN THE DARKNESS FALLS,
WHEN IVE GONE TO BED,
WEIRDLY COME YOUR CALLS,
MOURNFULLY,
SCORNFULLY,
DEAD.

FOLLY OF A LOVE
IVE STRANGLED,
PULSING HEART
I THOUGHT WAS GONE,
GIVES NO PEACE,
WILL NOT CEASE
PROWLING AROUND
UNTIL DAWN.

GHOST OF YESTERDAY,
EVERY NIGHT
YOURE HERE.
WHISPERING AWAY:
MIGHT-HAVE-BEEN,
MIGHT-HAVE-BEEN,
OH, MY DEAR!
FOOLISH HEART MUST PAY
GHOST OF YESTERDAY.

GHOST OF YESTERDAY,
STALKING IN MY ROOM,
ALL NIGHT LONG YOU STAY.
WHEN THE SHADOWS FALL,
WHEN I TRY TO SLEEP,
WEIRD,
I HEAR YOUR CALL,
MOURNFULLY,
SCORNFULLY,
WEEP.

GHOST OF YESTERDAY,
SHADOW OF MY DOOM,
EVERY NIGHT YOU STAY,
STRAY AROUND
IN PROFOUND GLOOM,
WONT LET ME ALONE.
EERIE,
WEIRD YOU CREEP,
WEEP
AND WAIL
AND MOAN,
TAUNTING MY,
TAUNTING MY
SLEEP.

FOLLY WAS IT LOVE
TO SQUANDER?
WANDER,
WHILE YOU
KEPT THE FAITH,
NOW IM HOST
TO A GHOST,
MOURNING WITH A WRAITH.

GHOST OF YESTERDAY,
GROAN,
LAMENT AND JEER,
WEARILY YOU SAY:
MIGHT-HAVE-BEEN,
MIGHT-HAVE-BEEN,
OH, MY DEAR!
EVERY NIGHT YOU PREY
GHOST OF YESTERDAY.
Writers Arthur Herzog Jr., Irene Kitchings

Genres Standard, Ballad, Seasons

Recorded 1939

Lyrics SOME OTHER SPRING
I'LL TRY TO LOVE,
NOW, I STILL CLING
TO FADED BLOSSOMS,
FRESH WHEN WORN,
LEFT CRUSHED
AND TORN,
LIKE THE LOVE AFFAIR
I MOURN.
SOME OTHER SPRING
WHEN TWILIGHT FALLS,
WILL THE NIGHT
BRINGS ANOTHER TO ME.
NOT YOUR KIND
BUT LET ME FIND,
IT'S NOT TRUE
THAT LOVE IS BLIND.

SUNSHINE'S AROUND ME,
BUT DEEP IN MY HEART
IT'S COLD AS ICE.
LOVE,
ONCE YOU FOUND ME,
BUT CAN THAT STORY
UNFOLD TWICE?

SOME OTHER SPRING,
WILL MY HEART WAKE,
STIRRING TO SING
LOVE'S MAGIC MUSIC?
THEN FORGET
THE OLD DUET
FIND LOVE
IN SOME OTHER SPRING.
Writers Arthur Herzog Jr., Billie Holiday

Genres Standard, Ballad

Recorded 1949

Lyrics SOMEBODY'S ON MY MIND
LIKE AN OLD SWEET SONG,
THE LASTING KIND.
SOMEBODY IS ON MY MIND,
SO I'M WALKING ON CLOUDS
ALL SILVER-LINED.

TO DREAM MY DREAM
COULD BE MY MISTAKE,
BUT I'D RATHER BE WRONG
AND SLEEP RIGHT ALONG
THEN WAKE.

LOVE MAY BE BLIND,
I WILL TAKE MY CHANCE
THAT HE CARES.
THIS AFFAIR
IS MY REAL ROMANCE,
THAT'S WHY YOU WILL FIND
SOMEBODY'S ON MY MIND!
TERRITORIAL RESTRICTIONS
MAY APPLY TO THIS TITLE.

Writers Lewis Allan

Genres Standard, Ballad, Food

Recorded 1939

Lyrics SOUTHERN TREES
BEAR A STRANGE FRUIT,
BLOOD ON THE LEAVES
AND BLOOD ON THE ROOT,
BLACK BODY SWINGING
IN THE SOUTHERN BREEZE,
STRANGE FRUIT HANGING
FROM THE POPLAR TREES.
PASTORAL SCENE
OF THE GALLANT SOUTH
THE BULGING EYES
AND THE TWISTED MOUTH,
SCENT OF MAGNOLIA
SWEET AND FRESH,
AND THE SUDDEN SMELL
OF BURNING FLESH!
HERE IS A FRUIT
FOR THE CROWS TO PLUCK,
FOR THE RAIN TO GATHER,
FOR THE WIND TO SUCK,
FOR THE SUN TO ROT,
FOR A TREE TO DROP,
HERE IS A STRANGE
AND BITTER CROP.
Writers Billie Holiday

Genres Standard

Recorded 1940

Lyrics TELL ME MORE AND MORE,
AND THEN SOME!
YOU KNOW WHAT I LONG TO HEAR.
I WANT MORE AND MORE,
AND THEN SOME!
OF THAT
I LOVE YOU ONLY DEAR.
TELL ME MORE AND MORE,
AND THEN SOME!
THE WAY YOU FEEL
AND THEN
WHEN YOU'VE TOLD
THAT OLD SWEET STORY
AND YOU'RE THROUGH,
START RIGHT IN AGAIN.
I'VE MADE THAT OLD MISTAKE,
KNOW THE AWFUL ACHE
OF A HEART
THAT'S DOUBLE-CROSSED.
THE WAITIN'S
BEEN SO LONG,
HARD TO BE BELIEVIN'
IF I'VE MISSED MY GUESS,
HAPPINESS IS LOST.
TELL ME MORE AND MORE,
AND THEN SOME!
YOU KNOW
HOW I LOVE THAT STUFF.
WHISPER ON
FROM NOW 'TIL DOOMSDAY,
BUT I NEVER WILL HEAR ENOUGH.
Writers Arthur Herzog Jr., Irene Kitchings

Genres Standard

Recorded 1940

Lyrics WHAT IS THIS GOING TO GET US,
WHERE ARE WE HEADING IN,
WHEN DO WE START
TO LIVE, DEAR,
WHEN DO WE REALLY BEGIN?
WHAT IS THIS GOING TO GET US,
HANGING AROUND TILL FOUR,
SAYING GOODNIGHT
AT DAYBREAK,
KISSING GOODBYE
IN THE DOORWAY?

WE CANT GO ON
THE WAY WEVE GONE,
IM AT THE END
OF MY ROPE.
I CANT LIVE ON LOVE,
IVE SO MUCH OF,
AND I CANT KEEP LIVING
ON HOPE.

WHAT IS THIS GOING TO GET US?
ONLY AN ACHING HEART.
WHEN IS THIS GOING
TO GET US,
TOGETHER,
NEVER TO PART.