SAPORE DI SALE

GINO PAOLI

COMPOSITORE: GINO PAOLI

DOVE: LIVE RSI 1980

PAESE: ITALIA

ALBUM: ‘89 DAL VIVO

ETICHETTA: RCA ITALIANA

GENERE: CANZONI

ANNO: 1963

Sapore di sale è una canzone scritta da Gino Paoli e da questi incisa per la prima volta nel 45 giri Sapore di sale/La nostra casa, del 1963 (pubblicato su etichetta RCA Italiana) e inserita nell'album Basta chiudere gli occhi pubblicato l'anno seguente. È il maggiore successo dell'artista e un classico della musica italiana.

           Il brano partecipò AL Cantagiro 1963. Il 45 giri raggiunse il primo posto delle classifiche in Italia.

Sapore di sale, sapore di mare

Che hai sulla pelle, che hai sulle labbra

Quando esci dall'acqua, e ti vieni a sdraiare

Vcino a me, vicino a me

Sapore di sale, sapore di mare

Un gusto un po'amaro di cose perdute

Di cose lasciate lontano da noi

Dove il mondo è diverso, diverso da qui

Qui il tempo è dei giorni che passano pigri

E lasciano in bocca il gusto del sale

Ti butti nell'acqua e mi lasci a guardarti

E rimango da solo nella sabbia e nel sole

Poi torni vicino e ti lasci cadere

Così nella sabbia e nelle mie braccia

E mentre ti bacio sapore di sale

Sapore di mare, sapore di te

Qui il tempo è dei giorni che passano pigri

E lasciano in bocca il gusto del sale

Ti butti nell'acqua e mi lasci a guardarti

E rimango da solo nella sabbia e nel sole

Poi torni vicino e ti lasci cadere

Così nella sabbia e nelle mie braccia

E mentre ti bacio sapore di sale

Sapore di mare, sapore di te.

HERE'S TO LIFE

SHIRLEY HORN

SONGWRITERS: ARTIE BUTLER & PHYLLIS MOLINARY

COUNTRY: U.S.A.

ALBUM: HERE’S TO LIFE

LABEL: POLY GRAM

GENRE: JAZZ

YEAR: 1992

Here's to Life is a 1992 studio album by Shirley Horn, arranged by Johnny Mandel (also the composer of three of the songs on the album), who received a Grammy Award for Best Instrumental Arrangement Accompanying Vocal(s) on this album.

The title track "Here's to Life" became Horn's signature song. The music was written by Artie Butler and the poignant lyrics were written by Phyllis Molinary. The lyric is known, world-wide, as one of her finest works and the song is considered a "modern day jazz standard."

"If You Love Me" is her interpretation of the passionate "Hymne à l'amour", made famous by Edith Piaf.

Summer is the first English version of the Italian standard "Estate". Horn ordered English lyrics after hearing JoÃo Gilberto's version, which spread the song's worldwide fame.

No complaints and no regrets

I still believe in chasing dreams and placing bets

But I have learned that all you give is all you get, so give it all you got

I had my share, I drank my fill, and even though I'm satisfied I'm hungry still

To see what's down another road, beyond a hill and do it all again

So here's to life and all the joy it brings

Here's to life the dreamers and their dreams

Funny how the time just flies

How love can turn from warm hellos to sad goodbyes

And leave you with the memories you've memorized

To keep your winters warm

There's no yes in yesterday

And who knows what tomorrow brings or takes away

As long as I'm still in the game I want to play

For laughs, for life, for love

So here's to life and all the joy it brings

Here's to life, the dreamers and their dreams

May all your storms be weathered

And all that's good get better

Here's to life, here's to love, here's to you

May all your storms be weathered

And all that's good get better

Here's to life, here's to love, here's to you.

SUMMERTIME

BILLIE HOLIDAY

SONGWRITERS: DUBOSE HEYWARD; GEORGE GERSHWIN & IRA GERSHWIN

COUNTRY: U.S.A.

ALBUM: THE QUINTESSENTIAL BILLIE HOLIDAY, VOL. 2

LABEL: COLUMBIA RECORDS

GENRE: JAZZ

YEAR: 1987

"Summertime" is na aria composed in 1934 by George Gershwin for the 1935 opera Porgy and Bess. The lyrics are by DuBose Heyward, the author of the novel Porgy on which the opera was based, although the song is also co-credited to Ira Gershwin by ASCAP.

The song soon became a popular and much recorded jazz standard, described as "without doubt ... one of the finest songs the composer ever wrote ... Gershwin's highly evocative writing brilliantly mixes elements of jazz and the song styles of blacks in the southeast United States from the early twentieth century". Composer and lyricist Stephen Sondheim has characterized Heyward's lyrics for "Summertime" and "My Man's Gone Now" as "the best lyrics in the musical theater". The song is recognized as among the most covered songs in the history of recorded music, with more than 33,000 covers by groups and solo performers.

Summertime and the livin' is easy

Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is fine

Oh your Daddy's rich and your ma is good lookin'

So hush little baby, don't you cry

One of these mornings

You're goin' to rise up singing

Then you'll spread your wings

And you'll take the sky

But till that morning

There's a nothin' can harm you

With daddy and mammy standin' by.

BLACK COFFEE

SARAH VAUGHAN

SONGWRTTER: SONNY BURKE

COUNTRY: U.S.A.

ALBUM: BLACK COFFEE

LABEL: COLUMBIA RECORDS

GENRE: JAZZ

YEAR: 1949

"Black Coffee" is a song. The music was written by Sonny Burke (based on the 1938 piece "What's Your Story Morning Glory" composed by Mary Lou Williams), the lyrics by Paul Francis Webster. The song was published in 1948. Sarah Vaughan charted with this song in 1949 on Columbia.

Peggy Lee recorded the song on May 4, 1953 and it was included on her debut album Black Coffee.

It was included in the soundtrack for the 1960 Columbia Pictures feature Let No Man Write My Epitaph, recorded on Verve by Ella Fitzgerald, also in 1960. The version by Ella Fitzgerald was a favourite song of Polish Nobel Prize laureate Wisława Szymborska who chose it as the song to be performed at her funeral.

I'm feelin' mighty lonesome

Haven't slept a wink

I walk the floor and watch the door

And in between I drink

Black coffee

Love's a hand-me-down brew

I'll never know a Sunday in this weekday room

I'm talkin to the shadows

One o'clock till four

And Lord, how slow the moments go

When all I do is pour

Black coffee

Since the blues caught my eye

I'm hangin' out on Monday my Sunday dreams to dry

Now a man is born to go a-lovin'

And a woman's born to weep and fret

And stay at home and tend her oven

And down her past regrets

In coffee and cigarettes

I'm moanin' all the morning

Moanin' all the night

And in between it's nicotine

And not much heart to fight

Black coffee

Feelin' low as the ground

It's drivin' me crazy

This waitin' for my baby

To maybe come around

(Sarah Humming)