Lyrics

THE LADY OF THE SMOKEY CLUB (FOR LADY DAY)

It hit me like a ton of bricks as soon as I arrived
I had to sit for balance; with a drink to soothe surprise
Had birds flown in, had Cupid died, had Mother Nature lost?
She tempts with such sweet agony no matter what the cost

The orchestra, with tear-filled eyes, follows every sultry tone
Each string is plucked, each snare is brushed, each sin must be atoned
Riveted with pounding hearts, listeners in her hand
Tonight I enter paradise, self-actualized again

They say she got the color right, she re-invented blues
There never was a stronger match of all her varied hues
A soulful cry, a soaring sigh, a heartfelt melody
Her voice wraps secrets into dreams that we could never see

When she sings the angels stir, the wise men stop and stare
Her voice, itself an instrument beyond what man can bear
What promises, what hidden dreams, bounce 'round inside her notes?
The lady of the Smokey Club's become my haunting ghost

What promises, what hidden dreams, bounce 'round inside her notes?
The lady of the Smokey Club's become my haunting ghost
The lady of the Smokey Club's become my haunting ghost
My haunting ghost, my haunting ghost
My haunting ghost, my haunting ghost