Story Behind the Song
Spending eight years in Paris was a life changing experience. I threw myself into the culture and embraced all that Parisian life had to offer. I made lifelong friends, learned new skills and was exposed to the kinds of situations that would never present themselves to the typical American tourist. I came back home with a deep abiding love and respect for French life, its culture and its people.
I am a singer and I express myself best through song. I put together a group of songs that would share my experiences with the listener. I tried to create my own 'mini-musical' that followed the arc of my discoveries, joys, sorrows and rebirth. I had so many songs to choose from; so many of which illuminated the funny, the ironic, the poignant and sometimes, the French bombastic point of view. A few are original, rarely sung jewels. They each help tell my story. It's Paris through my eyes and heart.
Much has been written about Paris being the most romantic of European cities. However,hardly anyone talks about the pain and loneliness of losing love in "The City of Lights". The orchestrations for this lovely arrangment were done by the late, great Peter Matz. It was one of the last projects he worked on before his untimely death in 2003.
Lyrics
Lonely Paris Blues
Left bank café, strolling the quays,
Watching the boats on the Seine,
Come back again!
Where is that man I met?
That man that made me get those Paris blues and wonder?
Why did I have to roam?
I was so much at home
Every lovely evening in a cozy café.
The glamour’s gone, the shades are down,
Paris is only a lonely town. Lonely!
When love’s a laugh and you’re the clown
Paris is only a dreary town. Dreary!
For the loveless clown, this town’s a weary merry-go-round,
and round and round!
The chestnut, the willow, the colors of Utrillo
Turn to gray, gray hues.
The band playing Bizet along the Champs Elysees
Sounds like way down home blues.
Paris is a dreary, lonely, oh so lonely town.
Sipping champagne along the main boulevards,
He was so fine just like the wine.
Where’s that shining flower ‘neath the Eiffel Tower?
Where’s that fairyland of gold?
Isn’t it a pity that this magic city
turned suddenly cold!
The chimneys moan, the river cries,
Each glamorous bridge is a bridge of sighs.
Now ev’ry day is black.
Please, someone, send him back
So I can lose those Paris. …Blues!
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