After one whole quart of brandy Like a daisy I'm awake With no Bromo Seltzer handy I don't even shake Men are not a new sensation I've done pretty well I think But this half pint imitation Put me on the blink But I'm wild again, beguiled again Simpering, whimpering child again Bewitched, bothered and bewildered, am I I could not sleep and wouldn't sleep Till love came and told me I shouldn't sleep Bewitched, bothered and bewildered, am I Oh I lost my heart, but what of it? He is cold I agree They can laugh, but I love him And so the laugh's on me I'll sing to him, bring spring to him And long for the day when I cling to him Bewitched, bothered and bewildered, am I He's a fool and don't I know it But a fool can have his charms I'm in love and don't I show it Like a babe in arms Oh! I've sinned a lot, I mean a lot But now I'm sweet seventeen a lot Bewitched, bothered and bewildered, am I Bewitched! Bothered! And bewildered, am I
not a fan of her at all but when she sang with tony bennet she blow my mind she is a natural jazz singer there is where she is great she should record a jazz album i would be the first to run and get it
I fully agree with z from 2 years ago about his/her comments about the greatness of Lady Gaga when performing from the Great American Songbook. Incidentally, I love her duets with Tony Bennett, especially when singing from the Cole Porter songbook.
Does anyone know if any other artists recorded an upbeat swing version of this song? I thought for sure I heard this version before but I can't find it
Couldnt agree more. I think we got a new voice again already with chromatica. She sounds very different and experimental there. She is the definition of versatile and of a performance artist as well
As her early critics have all fallen off by the wayside, it's great to see how fully she can handle the Great American Songbook classics, worthy of comparisons with the Vaughans, Bakers, Fitzgeralds, and Clooneys, who she matches in subtle nuances, jazzy embellishments, and range, entirely avoiding the trite, irritating nasal autotuned voices passed off as singers today. No machine-gun runs, trilling to impress while disguising a wandering pitch in search of a key. No screaming pyrotechnics, wasted in artificial crescendos that go nowhere, in contemporary tunes that say nothing, with no emotional depth, no memorable lyrics, no resonant melody. God bless Tony for having an influence, certainly, in her stylistic choices and respect for great, timeless music.
