In 2004, Diana Krall broke out of the babe-playing-standards routine and recorded an album of modern standards. Of course, Tom was on the list. The regret in this song is not particularly regretful. It's the quickly-discarded regret of, um. lust. The kind you regret in the morning . . . maybe. This version is absolutely flawless.I know that she is made of smoke,but I've lost my way.She knows that I am broke,but I must pay . . .Temptation, . . . oh, whoa, temptation. . . I can't resist.As a bonus to wrap up my Sunday Covers trio, I present Tom himself doing yet another of my long-time piano favorites: San Diego Serenade. I never saw the white line, 'til I was leaving you behind.I never knew I needed you 'til I was caught up in a bind.I never spoke 'I love you' 'til I cursed you in vain,I never felt my heartstrings until I nearly went insane.Y'all have a good one, now.
In 2004, Diana Krall broke out of the babe-playing-standards routine and recorded an album of modern standards. Of course, Tom was on the list. 
The regret in this song is not particularly regretful. It's the quickly-discarded regret of, um. lust. The kind you regret in the morning . . . maybe. This version is absolutely flawless.I know that she is made of smoke,but I've lost my way.She knows that I am broke,but I must pay . . .Temptation, . . . oh, whoa, temptation. . . I can't resist.As a bonus to wrap up my Sunday Covers trio, I present Tom himself doing yet another of my long-time piano favorites: San Diego Serenade. I never saw the white line, 'til I was leaving you behind.I never knew I needed you 'til I was caught up in a bind.I never spoke 'I love you' 'til I cursed you in vain,I never felt my heartstrings until I nearly went insane.Y'all have a good one, now.
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