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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Seth MacFarlane
Vocals
John Mills
Violin
Charlie Lovell-Jones
Violin
Roberto Ruisi
Violin
Michael Trainor
Violin
Tereza Stanislav
Violin
Jessica Guideri
Violin
Ciaran McCabe
Violin
Jens Lynen
Violin
Steven Wilkie
Violin
Tamara Hatwan
Violin
Michael Siess
Violin
Misha Vayman
Violin
Luke Turell
Viola
Vicci Wardman
Viola
Rob Brophy
Viola
Jonah Sirota
Viola
Jonathan Aasgaard
Cello
Tim Lowe
Cello
Charlie Tyler
Cello
Ben Lash
Cello
Phillip Nelson
Double Bass
David Grossman
Double Bass
Charlotte Ashton
Flute
Tom Blomfield
Oboe
Lelie Resnick
Oboe
Benjamin Mellefont
Clarinet
Rose Corrigan
Bassoon
Dan Higgins
Saxophone
Sal Lozano
Saxophone
Brian Scanlon
Saxophone
Rusty Higgins
Saxophone
Chad Smith
Saxophone
Dylan Hart
French Horn
Laura Brenes
French Horn
Teag Reaves
French Horn
Russell Bennett
Trumpet
James Davison
Trumpet
Michael Craig Davis
Trumpet
Chris Snead
Trumpet
Andy Wood
Trombone
Jon Stokes
Trombone
Tom Dunnett
Trombone
Pete North
Trombone
Douglas Tornquist
Tuba
Marcia Dickstein
Harp
Wade Culbreath
Percussion
Nicholas Arlondo
Accordion
George Doering
Guitar
Larry Koonse
Guitar
Chuck Berhofer
Bass Guitar
Thomas Ranier
Piano
John Wilson
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Billy Strayhorn
Composer
Nelson Riddle
Arranger
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I used to visit all the very gay places
Those come what may places
Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life
To get the feel of life
From jazz and cocktails
[Verse 2]
The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces
With distingué traces
That used to be there, you could see where they'd been washed away
By too many through the day
12:00 tales
[Verse 3]
Then you came along with your siren song
To tempt me to madness
I thought for a while that your poignant smile
Was tinged with the sadness
Of a great love for me
Ah, yes, I was wrong
Again, I was wrong
[Verse 4]
Life is lonely again
And only last year
Everything seemed so sure
[Verse 5]
Now, life is awful again
A trough full of hearts
Could only be a bore
[Verse 6]
A week in Paris will ease the bite of it
All I care is to smile in spite of it
[Verse 7]
I'll forget you, I will
While yet, you are still
Burning inside my brain
[Outro]
Romance is mush, stifling those who strive
I'll live a lush life in some small dive
And there I'll be while I rot with the rest
Of those whose lives are lonely, too
Written by: Billy Strayhorn