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Harry Connick Jr.
Harry Connick Jr.


Background information
Birth name Joseph Harry Fowler Connick, Jr.
Born September 11, 1967
Origin New Orleans, Louisiana, United States
Genre(s) Swing
Traditional pop
Big band
Jazz-Funk
Years active 1977—present
Label(s) Columbia Records
Website Website



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Harry Connick Jr. Album


Come By Me (06/01/1999)
06/01/1999
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Next Door Blues
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Parle Plus Bas (French release only)
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In a way, I really don't know much at all
And if you say that I'm simple, you're on the ball
On the ball to say that I'm going nowhere
But I'm going nowhere with love

They all say that I'm not impressive at best
That's O.K., I've got nobody to impress
My impression is they'd rather be elsewhere
Oh, I'm staying nowhere with love

Well, it's better to be happy in a cardboard shack
Than to be alone in a castle
All you get for your money is a heart attack
I'd just as soon alleviate the hassle

Every day, I watch the go-getters go by
Even they say the ladder is much too high
Why should I go high, I'm happy below there
Right here in nowhere with love

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Come by me, come talk to me baby
Tell me how we can combine
Will you be my sunshine forever
Will you be a friend of mine

Try me out and if you get excited
Take me home, I'd love to be invited
Once we're there, I'm sure you'll be delighted
We can rock all night

Wait and see, we might fit together
That would be my lucky day
Come by me, come love with me baby
Maybe we could run away

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When we played our charade
We were like children posing
Playing at games, acting out names
Guessing the parts we played

Oh, what a hit we made
We came on next to closing
Best on the bill, lovers until
Love left the masquerade

Fate seemed to pull the strings
I turned and you were gone
While from the darkened wings
The music box played on

Sad little serenade
Song of my hearts composing
I hear it still, I always will
Best on the bill, charade

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Must you dance every dance
With the same fortunate man
You have danced with him since the music began
Why don't you change partners and dance with me

Must you stand quite so close
With your lips touching his face
Can't you see I'm longing to be in his place
Why don't you change partners and dance with me

Ask him to sit this one out
And while you're alone
I'll tell the waiter to tell him
He's wanted on the telephone

You've been locked in his arms
Ever since heaven knows when
Why don't you change partners and then

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The sentimental sun in his teary sky
Says he doesn't want to shine today
You tell me to imagine myself with another lover
That's easy for you to say

The April that I knew with her cool soft rain
Has turned into a flowerless May
You tell me to go on with my life as if nothing's happened
That's easy for you to say

Maybe I should quote the letters that you wrote
I was your Mr. Right, if you recall
You tell me not to do it, but you're not going through it
I guess I'm not so right after all

The melancholy moon is awfully pale
And while his light is dim you seem OK
You tell me there are plenty of fish in the deep blue sea
That's easy for you to say

The melancholy moon is awfully pale
And while his light is dim you seem OK
You tell me there are plenty of fish in the deep blue sea
But the only one I caught just got away
It's easy for you, easy for you

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I only know what I know
The passing years will show
You've kept my love so young, so new
And time after time
I tell myself that

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Next Door Blues

[No lyrics]

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You'd be so easy to love
So easy to idolize all others above
So worth the yearning for
So swell to keep every home fire burning for

We'd be so grand at the game
So happy together that it does seem a shame
That you can't see your future with me

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The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk
Are secretly unhappy men because
The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk
Get paid for what they do but no applause
They'd gladly bid their dreary jobs goodbye
For anything theatrical and why

There's no business like show business
Like no business I know
Everything about it is appealing
Everything the traffic will allow
Nowhere could you get that happy feeling
When you are stealing that extra bow

There's no people like show people
They smile when they're low
Even with a turkey that you know will fold
You may be stranded out in the cold
Still you wouldn't change it for a sack of gold
Let's go on with the show

The costumes, the scenery, the makeup, the props
The audience that lifts you when you're down
The headaches, the heartaches, the backaches, the flops
The sheriff that escorts you out of town
The opening when your heart beats like a drum
The closing when the customers won't come

There's no business like show business
Like no business I know
You get word the show has started
That your favorite uncle died at dawn
Top of that your pa and ma have parted
You're broken hearted but you go on

There's no people like show people
They never ever run out of dough
Yesterday they told you you would not go far
That night you opened and there you are
Next day on your dressing room they hung a star

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You choose drawn curtains instead of light
Your airy demeanor becomes polite
All the things you adore don't mean all that much anymore
Well there's really no mystery
You just need someone to listen
So come and spend a moment with me

It isn't so easy to walk alone
Especially knowing you're on your own
The secret you've kept so well is much better with someone to tell
We can speak confidentially
I'll tell you what you've been missing
Come and spend a moment with me

You feel your heartache as bad as it's been
It's finally beaten you down
You don't want to partake but you want to win
And there's no other party in town

It's much too early to say goodnight
Just one more moment and you just might
See that a moment with me is more than you thought it could be
We don't have to make history
We can start with some kisses

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Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the roses falling
It's you, It's you must go and I must bide

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
It's I'll be here in sunshine, or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so

But when ye come and all the flowers are dying
If I am dead, and dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me

And I shall hear tho' soft you tread above me
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be
For you will bend and tell me that you love me

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Now you say you're lonely
You cry the whole night through
Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried a river over you

Now you say you're sorry
For being so untrue
Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried a river over you

You drove me, nearly drove me out of my head
You never shed a tear
Remember, I remember all that you said
Told me love was too plebeian, told me you were through with me

And now you say you love me
Well, just to prove you do
Come on and cry me a river, cry me a river

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When the only sound on the empty street
Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet
That belong to a lonesome cop
I open shop

When the moon so long has been gazing down
On the wayward ways of this wayward town
That her smile becomes a smirk
I go to work

Love for sale
Appetizing young love for sale
Love that's fresh and still unspoiled
Love that's only slightly soiled
Love for sale

Who, who will buy
Who would like to sample my supply
Who's prepared to pay the price
For a trip to paradise
Love for sale

Let the poets pipe of love in their childish way
I know every type of love better far than they
If you want the thrill of love, I've been through the mill of love
Old love, new love, every love but true love

Love for sale
Appetizing young love for sale
Well, if you want to buy my wares
Follow me and climb the stairs

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Parle plus bas
Car on pourrait bien nous entendre
Le monde n'est pas prêt pour tes paroles tendres
Le monde n'est pas prêt pour nous
Il dirait tout simplement que nous sommes fous
Parle plus bas mais parle encore
De l'amour fou de l'amour fort
Parle plus bas
Car on pourrait bien nous surprendre
Tu sais très bien
Qu'il ne voudrait jamais comprendre
Que dans nos coeurs moi, j'ai trouvé
Ce que le monde refusait de nous donner
Parle plus bas mais parle encore
De l'amour fou de l'amour fort
Parle plus bas
Car on pourrait bien nous entendre
Tu sais très bien que nous ne pouvons rien attendre
De ceux qui ont fait des chansons

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