| Song | Lush Life |
| Artist | Dave Burrell |
| Album | Most Relaxing Jazz Music in Universe |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:Billy Strayhorn Music:Billy Strayhorn | |
| 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 | |
| The girls I knew had sad and sullen grey faces | |
| With distingue traces | |
| That used to be there you could see where they'd been washed away | |
| By too many through the day twelve o'clock tales | |
| 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 | |
| Life is lonely again | |
| And only last year everything seemed so sure | |
| Now life is awful again | |
| A trough full of hearts could only be a bore | |
| A week in Paris could ease the bite of it | |
| All I care is to smile in spite of it | |
| I'll forget you, I will | |
| While yet you are still burning inside my brain | |
| Romance is mush, stifling those who strive | |
| So 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 |
| Lyrics: Billy Strayhorn Music: Billy Strayhorn | |
| 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 | |
| The girls I knew had sad and sullen grey faces | |
| With distingue traces | |
| That used to be there you could see where they' d been washed away | |
| By too many through the day twelve o' clock tales | |
| 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 | |
| Life is lonely again | |
| And only last year everything seemed so sure | |
| Now life is awful again | |
| A trough full of hearts could only be a bore | |
| A week in Paris could ease the bite of it | |
| All I care is to smile in spite of it | |
| I' ll forget you, I will | |
| While yet you are still burning inside my brain | |
| Romance is mush, stifling those who strive | |
| So 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 |
| Lyrics: Billy Strayhorn Music: Billy Strayhorn | |
| 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 | |
| The girls I knew had sad and sullen grey faces | |
| With distingue traces | |
| That used to be there you could see where they' d been washed away | |
| By too many through the day twelve o' clock tales | |
| 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 | |
| Life is lonely again | |
| And only last year everything seemed so sure | |
| Now life is awful again | |
| A trough full of hearts could only be a bore | |
| A week in Paris could ease the bite of it | |
| All I care is to smile in spite of it | |
| I' ll forget you, I will | |
| While yet you are still burning inside my brain | |
| Romance is mush, stifling those who strive | |
| So 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 |