O chamado American Songbook, ou a riqueza musical produzida pelo rádio, pela Broadway, por Hollywood e pela indústria fonográfica, é muito conhecido – nem tanto na sua importância, mas na sua diversidade, de autores, intérpretes, arranjadores, de infinita riqueza.
No CD Someone like you, aprimorando-se como cantor, Manu descobre raridades, como Hasbrook Heights, de Burt Bacharach e Hal David, e You’re awful (cantada no cinema por Frank Sinatra e aqui contando com a guitarra de John Pizzarelli), além de sucessos esquecidos, como Six jerks in a Jeep (das best sellers Andrew Sisters).
Someone like you foi lançado simultaneamente com Canto casual, e compartilha com seu “irmão”, na capa e no encarte, as ilustrações de Maclise, datadas de 1846, que pertenceram a José Mindlin e foram cedidas ainda em vida por ele para este projeto do neto Manu.
Someone like you
Cures everything gloomy
Turns wrong into right, brightens the night
Brings happiness to me
Makes me luckier than throwing a seven
Takes me nearer to heaven
Than anyone is allowed to do
When your heart is talking
I feel like I’m walking
On a cloud with someone like you
Someday I’ll find
Someone I can boast to
Somebody to hug, a bug in a rug
To snuggle up close to
And whenever I do, do
You know who
I’ll give the most to
You prey on my mind
Stay ‘til l find
Someone like you
Someone like you
Cures everything gloomy
Turns wrong into right, brightens the night
Brings happiness to me
Makes me luckier than throwing a seven
Takes me nearer to heaven
Than any other girl could do
My pockets are burning
To spend all I’m earning
On a whirl with someone like you
Someday I’ll find
Someone I can boast to
Somebody to hug, a bug in a rug
To snuggle up close to
And whenever I do, do
You know who
I’ll give the most to
You prey on my mind
Stay ‘til l find
Someone like you
I may be wrong
But I think you’re wonderful
I may be wrong
but I think you swell
I like your style, say
I think it’s marvelous
I’m always wrong
so how can I tell?
All of my shirts are unsightly
All of my ties are a crime
If dear in you I’ve picked rightly
it’s the very first time
You came along, say
I think you’re marvelous
I thing you’re grand, but
I may be wrong
He:
Those words that everyone knows
But my thoughts get mangled
And all the words get tangled
But since you asked me, here goes:
You’re awful!
Awful good to look at
Awful nice to be with
Awful sweet to have and hold
You’re nothing
Nothing if not lovely
Nothing if not dazzling
Nothing but pure gold
You’re frightening
Frightening me when you say
That you might go away
You’re boring
Boring into my heart to stay
You’re cheap, dear
Cheap at any price, dear
Cheap for such a diamond,
Cheap for such a pearl
What I said before, I’ll say again
You’re awful
Awful nice to be my girl
She:
You’re old, dear,
Old with worldly wisdom
Old like gorgonzola
Old like vintage French champagne
You’re so so
So so kind of charming
So so kind of witty
So I can’t explain
(He)
Can’t stand you
I can’t stand you to give some fellow the eye
Can’t see you in the arms of another guy
Who needs you?
Needs you to distraction
Needs you to this crazy
Needs you rain or shine
(Both)
I’m the one who needs you
And I think you’re awful
Awful nice to say you’re mine
If you ever get out to Hasbrook Heights
And you’re dying to see some sights
Don’t be lonely, just call me
I’ll come and get you
I’ll show you a good time
You won’t need a motel in Hasbrook Heights
No one ever has a sleepless night
Not at my house, it’s your house
Go kick your shoes off
Start having a good time
Each day is like a week’s vacation
Come rest up
Bring along your swim suit
That’s how we get dressed up
You can get away from it all in Hasbrook Heights
If you’re tired of neon lights
We’ve got sun beams and moon beams
And friendly people
They’ll show you a good time
Throw some things in a grip
Take the early train
It’s a beautiful trip
Don’t forget the name
Hasbrook Heights (5x)
Rosetta, my Rosetta,
In my heart, dear, there’s no one but you
You told me that you loved me
Never leave me for somebody new
You’ve made my whole life a dream
And I’ll pray that you’d make it all come true
Rosetta, my Rosetta,
Please say I’m just the one, dear, for you
She:
You’re the kind of a guy poets never write about
You’re the kind of a guy people can’t do without
You’re the kind of a guy who make being alone divine
But I wish you were mine, just mine,
I wish you were mine
He:
You’re the sort of a girl
Who doesn’t know wrong from right
You’re the kind of a girl who likes to stay up all night
You’re the sort of a girl Mr Webster cannot define
But I wish you were mine, all mine,
I wish you were mine
(She)
You’re the opposite kind of a guy from ordinary
Just exactly the type of a guy I shouldn’t marry
(He)
And the only good thing about you that I can see
Quite honestly…is me
(She)
You’re the kind of a duck who always tries to run the show
(He)
Well, you’re the sort of a goose
Who doesn’t know when to go
(Both)
You’re the living example
that true love is blind
(He) ‘Cause I wish you were mine
(She) Just mine
(He) All mine
(She) Yeah, mine
(He) I wish you were mine
(She) Just mine
(Both)
I wish you were mine
‘Cause I wish you were mine
Just mine, I wish you were mine
(He) Just mine
(She) All right
(He) Ok
(She) You win
(He) Moving over
Choo choo to Broadway through Cincinnati
In a jeep that was built for the six of us
This is a taxicab to Hackensack,
We’re going up to camp and back already
We’re six jerks in a jeep
Six creeps in a jeep that leaps
Now here we come
We’re six jerks in a jeep
We’re six wacks in a hack
Six quacks here to send you, Jack
Now, look here, Max, no cracks
We’re six wacks in a hack
The jeep goes jumping and bumping along
Gonna knock you right of your seats
Till we come romping and stomping a song
Or dig it with a repeat
We’re six jerks in a jeep
Six clicks in a jeep that weeps
Now here we go
We’re six jerks in a jeep
The jeep goes jumping along
Gonna knock you right of your seats
Here we come stomping along
Just to romp in along in our jeep
We’re six heels on a wheel
Schlemils on a wheel that will reel
We’re looking, looking for a meal
We’re six heels on a whip
We’re six jerks in a jeep
Six of us wacks in a hat that will leap like a jeep
Now here we come
All hill, schlemils, on the wheel that reel
We’re six jerks in a jeep, bip, bip, bip
Six clicks in a jeep that weeps
Now here we go, here we go
All six jerks in a jeep
Birds, bees, sweet breeze
Gently drifting through the trees
Spring magic is in the air
Spring music is everywhere
Bluebird, blue sky
Lowly with your lullaby
Like a daisy daze
You’re making me lazy
The wheeping willow softly sway above me
Let me daydream
The world’s a may time matinee so lovely
Let me daydream
I lie, watch the clouds roll by
They’re painting pictures in the sky
I am painting pretty pictures too
Daydreaming makes them all come true
So let me find the highest hill
A valley filled with flowers
It will be heavenly to dilly-dally there for hours
Is dreaming such a crazy thing?
How can it be a crime in spring time?
For me to dream my life away
I’m lazy, let me daydream
Circus
Life was a circus
A hectic thing
The moon was a toy balloon
We had on a string
Gay banners unfurled
Lovely confusion
We were in another world
A world of illusion
And as in a circus
Daring young love
On a high trapeze
We certainly flew through the air
With the greatest of ease
We painted the town
Did it up brown, I was the clown
You were the laughter
Echoing after
Yesterday the circus left town
Big top, sky of blue
Stars were happy, too
And on the greatest show on Earth
Front row, paradise
And well worth the price
What more excitement could you know on Earth?
Slowly you wake believing
This wasn’t make believing
No, oh, no!
As you unmask yourself
You only can ask yourself where did it go?
Where did it go?
Oh me! Oh my! Oh you!
No other girl will do
Cares would be forever ended
And this world would be so splendid
If you cared enough, dear, to be true
Oh me! Oh my! Oh you!
Those lips!
Those eyes of blue!
You’re so handsome
You’re so sweet
You simply lift me off my feet
Oh me! Oh my! Oh you!
(He) Here we are together just you and I
(She) There’s a moon above us, stars in the sky
(He) I am too romantic, you are too shy
(She) Guess we’ll have to talk about the weather
(He) If I made a move, dear, near your side
(She) I would be alarmed, dear, and try to hide
(He) I don’t want to lose you, I’m satisfied
(Both) Guess we’ll have to talk about the weather
(He) Relax, why do you worry so?
Relax, I am your friend, you know
Just think of all the fun we miss
Everytime you refuse a kiss
(He) So put your arms around me, then hold me tight
Hold me like you mean it, with all your might
(Both) Tell me that you love me and tonight is the night
And we won’t have to talk about the weather
I wanna be a dancin’ man, while I can
Gonna leave my footsteps on the sands of time
If I never leave a dime
Never be a millionaire, I don’t care
I’ll be rich as old King Midas might have been
Least until the tide comes in
Let other men build mighty nations
And buildings to the sky
I’ll leave a few creations
To show that I was dancing by
I wanna be free as any bird can be, yes Siree
Gonna leave my footsteps on the sands of time
If I never leave a dime
A dancing man
With footsteps on the sands
Of rhythm and rhyme
A.M.O.R., amor
Aprendi soletrar, amei
Chorei, sem aprender com ninguém
Quem aprende a amar
Aprende a chorar também
L is for the way you look at me
O is for the only one I see
V is very, very extraordinary
E is even more than anyone that you adore
Toi qui ne m’avais rien répondu
Je sais que tu ne m’avais pas cru
Doch, seid ein paar tagen
Brauch’ ich nicht mehr nach zu schlagen
Denn, ich lieb’ nur dich allein
Quiero que me expliques, por favor
Lo que encierra la palabra amor
So che non ho nulla da desiderare ancora
Perche per me tu sei la sola donna al mondo
Love wa sekai no kotoba
Love wa futari no takara
Ai shea iba ashita mo akarui
Love, love you, love, I love you (3x)
Each morning a missionary advertises neon sign
He tells the native population that civilization is dying
And three educated savages holler from a bamboo tree
That civilization is a thing for me to see
Oh bongo, bongo, bongo,
I don’t want to leave the Congo
Oh no no no no no
Bingo, bangle, bungle,
I’m so happy in the jungle I refuse to go
Don’t want no bright lights, false teeth, doorbells, landlords, I make it clear
That no matter how they coax me, I ‘ll stay right here
I look through a magazine the missionary’s wife’s concealed
I see how people who are civilized bang you with automobile
At the movies they have got to pay many coconuts to see
Uncivilized pictures that the camera takes of me
Oh bongo, bongo, bongo,
I don’t wanna leave the Congo
Oh no no no no no
Bingo, bangle, bungle
I ‘m so happy in the jungle I refuse to go
Don’t want no penthouse, bathtub, streetcars, taxis, noise in my ear
So, no matter how they coax me, I’ll stay right here
They hurry like savages to get aboard a subway train
And though it’s smoky and it’s crowded, they’re too civilized to complain
When they’ve got two weeks vacation
They hurry to vacation ground
They swim and they fish, but that’s what I do all year ‘round
So bongo, bongo, bongo,
I don’t wanna leave the Congo
Oh no no no no no
Bingo, bangle, bungle,
I’m so happy in the jungle I refuse to go
Don’t want no jailhouse, shotgun, fish-hooks, golf clubs, I got my spears
So, no matter how they coax me
I’ll stay right here
They have things like the atom bomb,
So I think I’ll stay where I “om”
Civilization, I’ll stay right here!