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Michael Bublé
Michael Bublé


Background information
Birth name Michael Steven Bublé
Born September 9, 1975
Origin Burnaby, British Columbia, Canada
Genre(s) Vocal
Big band
Jazz
Easy Listening
Soft Rock
Years active 1996—present
Label(s) Reprise Records
143 Records
Associated acts Naturally 7
Jann Arden
Laura Pausini
Boyz II Men
Chris Botti
Website Website



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Michael Bublé Album


Special Delivery (02/01/2010)
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A cigarette that bears a lipsticks' traces
An airline ticket to romantic places
And still my heart has wings
These foolish things remind me of you

A tinkling piano in the next apartment
Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant
A fairgrounds' painted swing
These foolish things remind me of you

I know that this was bound to be
These things have haunted me
For you, my dear, enchanted me

The winds of March that make my heart a dancer
A telephone that ring, but whose to answer?
Oh, how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things remind me of you

The smile of Garbo
And the scent of roses
The waiters' whistlin' as the last bar closes
The songs that Crosby sings
These foolish things remind me of you

Babe, these things remind me of you

. . .



Softly, I will leave you softly
For my heart would break if you should wake and see me go
So I leave you softly, long before you miss me
Long before your arms beg me stay
For one more hour or one more day
After all the years, I can't bear the tears to fall
So, softly as I leave you there

Softly, long before you kiss me
long before your arms can beg me stay
For one more hour or one more day
After all the years, I can't bear the tears to fall
So, softly as I leave you there
As I leave I you there

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Stars shining bright above you, night breezes seem to whisper, "I love you".
Birds singing in the sycamore tree, "Dream a little dream of me".
Say "nighty-night" and kiss me. Just hold me tight and tell me you'll missme.
While I'm alone and blue as can be, dream a little dream of me.

Stars fading, but I linger on, dear.
Still craving your kiss, I'm longing to linger till dawn, dear.
Just saying this: Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you.
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you.
But in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me.

Stars fading, but I linger on, dear.
Still craving your kiss, I'm longing to linger till dawn, dear.
Just saying this: Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you.
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you.

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I never cared much for moonlit skies,
I never winked back at fireflies,
But now that the stars are in your eyes,
I'm beginning to see the light.

I never went in for afterglow,
Or candle light on the Mistletoe,
But when you turn the lamp down low,
I'm beginning to see the light.

I used to ramble through the park,
Shadow boxing in the dark,
Then you came and caused a spark,
That's a four-alarm fire now.

I never made love by lantern shine,
I never saw rainbows in my wine,
But now that your lips are burning mine,
I'm beginning to see the light.

I never went in for afterglow,
Or candle light on the Mistletoe,
But when you turn the lamp down low,
I'm beginning to see the light.

I used to ramble through the park,
Shadow boxing in the dark,
Then you came and caused a spark,
That's a four-alarm fire now.

I never made love by lantern shine,
I never saw rainbows in my wine,
But now that your lips are burning mine,
I'm beginning to see the light.

I used to ramble through the park,
Shadow boxing in the dark,
Then you came and caused a spark,
That's a four-alarm fire now.

I never made love by lantern shine,
I never saw rainbows in my wine,
But now that your lips are burning mine,
I'm beginning,
Oh I'm beginning,
I'm beginning to see the light.
Ooh that light,

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Oh, the shark has pearly teeth dear
And it shows them, pearly whites
Just a jack knife has Macheath dear
And it keeps it way out of sight

You know when that shark bites
With its teeth, dear
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves though has Macheath dear
So there's never, never a trace of red

One Sunday morning
Lies a body, just oozin' life
Someone's sneaking 'round the corner
Tell me, could that someone be Mack the Knife

There's a tugboat, on the river, don't you know
With a cement bag just dropping on down
Oh, that cement is there for the weight dear
You can make a large bet Mackie's back in town

Did you hear about Louis Miller, he disappeared babe
After drawing out all his hard-earned cash
Now Macheath spends just like a sailor
Tell me could that boy, have done something rash

Old Bobby Darrin and Louis Armstrong
They made a record, oh but they didn't
Now Mike and Marky with Lou, Kimmy, Ridley and Danny
Are making a record, oh what a rec of Mack the Knife

Just a Jack Knife has Macheath dear

So you heard it
Yes we swung it
Oh we tried to
Yes we sung it
You may not recognize it
For it's a Alla and Babalu hit
Oh, this tune called Mack the Knife

And so we leave you
From this Vancouver town
Where we took old Macheath
And we swom down

All the Darin bands
And for the Ella bands too
We told you 'Look out', 'Look out', 'Look out'
Old Macheath's back in town

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I was walking along minding my business, when out of an orange coloured sky
Flash, bam, alakazam, wonderful you came by, I was humming a tune,
Drinking in sunshine, when out of that orange colored view

Wham, bam, alakazam, I got a look at you
One look and I yelled timber, watch out for flying glass
cause the ceiling fell in and the bottom fell out, I went into a spin

And I started to shout, I've been hit, this is it, this is it
I was walking along minding my business, when love came and hit me in the eye
Flash, bam, alakazam, out of an orange coloured sky

Well, one look and I yelled timber, watch out for flying glass
cause the ceiling fell in and the bottom fell out, I went into a spin
And I started to shout I've been hit, this is it, this is it

I was walking along, minding my business, when love came and hit me in the eye
Flash, bam, alakazam, out of an orange, coloured, purple stripes
Pretty green polka dot sky, flash, bam, alakazam, went the sky

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