Notec, if only I still had the vim vigor and vitality to hang at those nightclubs which were anything but "melancholy". Visions of beautiful jazzy ladies still dance in my head, while the live sounds of saxophones, trumpets, drums and many other melodic instruments haunt my memories; they remind me of nights of a thousand dreams that are no more. Have you ever been on the street of dreams?
Love laughs at a king
Kings don't mean a thing
On the street of dreams
Dreams broken in two
Can be made like new
On the street of dreams
Gold, silver and gold
All you can hold
Is in the moonbeam
Poor, no one is poor
As long as love is sure
On the street of dreams
Gold, silver and gold
All you can hold
Is in the moonbeam
Poor, no one is poor
As long as love is sure
On the street of dreams
Or walked the street of sorrow on the boulevard of broken dreams?
I walk along the street of sorrow -
The boulevard of broken dreams -
Where Gigolo and Gigolette -
Can take a kiss without regret -
and so forget their broken dreams.
You laugh today and cry tomorrow -
When you behold your shattered schemes -
And Gigolo and Gigolette wake up to find
their eyes are wet with tears that tell of
broken dreams.
Here is where you'll always find
me -
Always walking up and down -
But I left my soul behind me
in an old cathedral town "
The joy that you find here, you borrow -
You cannot keep it long it seems -
But Gigolo and Gigolette -
Still sing a song and dance along -
The boulevard of broken dreams.
They are both flip sides of the same coin, where Gigolo and Gigolette can take a kiss without regret and so forget their broken dreams. Gigolo and Gigolette can always be found in those, not so "melancholy" jazz clubs where they are destined to meet and once again to walk the street of dreams, a street that leads to the boulevard of sorrow.
Enjoy the music.