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Art Tatum
Art Tatum was an American jazz pianist and virtuoso who played with phenomenal facility despite being nearly blind since birth. Able to play stride, swing, and boogie-woogie with speed and complexity that could only previously be imagined, Tatum's quick reflexes and boundless imagination kept his improvisations filled with fresh ideas that put him ahead of his contemporaries.
RECORDINGS
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Ain't Misbehavin'
Art Tatum
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Andy Razaf
Fats Waller
Harry Brooks
THEMES
Instrumental
GENRES
Jazz
Instrumental
YEAR
1938
No one to talk with
All by myself
No one to walk with
But I'm happy on the shelf
Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin' my love for you
I know for certain
The one I love
I'm through with flirtin'
It's just you I'm thinkin' of
Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin' my love for you
Like Jack Horner
In the corner
Don't go nowhere
What do I care?
Your kisses are worth waitin' for
Believe me
I don't stay out late
No place to go
I'm home about eight
Just me and my radio
Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin' all my love for you
All by myself
No one to walk with
But I'm happy on the shelf
Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin' my love for you
I know for certain
The one I love
I'm through with flirtin'
It's just you I'm thinkin' of
Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin' my love for you
Like Jack Horner
In the corner
Don't go nowhere
What do I care?
Your kisses are worth waitin' for
Believe me
I don't stay out late
No place to go
I'm home about eight
Just me and my radio
Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin' all my love for you
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Among My Souvenirs
Art Tatum
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Edgar Leslie
Horatio Nicholls
THEMES
Instrumental
GENRES
Jazz
Instrumental
YEAR
1937
There's nothing left for me
Of days that used to be
They're just a memory
Among my souvenirs
Some letters sad and blue
A photograph or two
I see a rose from you
Among my souvenirs
A few more tokens rest
Within my treasure chest
And, though they do their best
To give me consolation,
I count them all apart
And, as the teardrops start,
I find a broken heart
Among my souvenirs
I count them all apart
And, as the teardrops start,
I find a broken heart
Among my souvenirs.
Of days that used to be
They're just a memory
Among my souvenirs
Some letters sad and blue
A photograph or two
I see a rose from you
Among my souvenirs
A few more tokens rest
Within my treasure chest
And, though they do their best
To give me consolation,
I count them all apart
And, as the teardrops start,
I find a broken heart
Among my souvenirs
I count them all apart
And, as the teardrops start,
I find a broken heart
Among my souvenirs.
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Edgar Leslie
Fats Waller
Harry Brooks
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