Tales My Mama Told Me

by Diane Nalini

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"Tales My Mama Told Me" is a collection of songs inspired by Diane Nalini's childhood.

In his four-star review of the album, the Montreal Gazette's Irwin Block wrote: "Diane Nalini has the voice, the phrasing, confidence, clarity and control to make a tune her own and turn it into a nuanced thing of beauty. From Harold Arlen’s Blues in the Night, to Charlie Parker’s Moose the Mooch, Rhodes scholar Nalini continues to grow as a true artist of the idiom. Her French on Jacques Prevert’s Les feuilles mortes is elegant, and her Portuguese on Jobim’s Corcovado equally convincing. Her bluesy music to Tennyson’s Cradle Song and the rendition of a Shakespeare song, Come Away – music by pianist Martin Pickett – are among the CD’s highlights. The skilled quartet that surrounds her voice includes Montreal-trained saxophonist Steve Kaldestad."


released September 30, 2002

Diane Nalini - vocals
Steve Kaldestad - tenor saxophone
Martin Pickett - piano
Tim Nolan - double bass
Steve Brown - drums


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Diane Nalini

Diane Nalini sings and composes in four languages. She's sung at festivals around the globe, and given gala performances for President Bill Clinton and Sir Paul McCartney. She was nominated for the Grand Prix de Jazz at the 2002 Montreal International Jazz Festival and won 2nd prize in the UK’s Young Jazz Vocalist of the Year awards for 2001. Her original songs have been featured in several films. ... more

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Track Name: While You're Sleeping

It's that quiet hour of the morning
When no one is stirring
And the frost still blankets the hills
There's a hazy mist lingering
And the birds are barely twittering
It's the moment I like most of all...

While you're sleeping, just a' dreaming
In blissful reverie
Like a child walks for hours
Through a wonderland of flowers
The trace of a smile dances over your lips

While you're dreaming dreams worth keeping
Tomorrow's woes can wait
I'll hold you close
Till the sun comes up
And we'll sleep in late
Track Name: Mickey
MICKEY by Diane Nalini

Creep creep creep along the narrow track
Move those feet and Mickey, don’t look back

The night is still but don’t be fooled by silence
Amongst your enemies there’s some connivence
The trap is set this time there’s no escape

Creep creep creep don’t let them see you sweat
Play it cool now, on your mark, get set

It’s time to prove yourself so keep your wits up
Stay on your toes boy or you’re sure to mess up
Just watch your back I think they’re closing in

Cause it’s cold outside when there’s no place to hide
And no one will take you in
The friends who once fought at your side
Say, “Move on! Give in!”

Creep creep creep towards your final stand
Better pray an angel takes your hand

They’ve got you cornered time to make a break now
You can’t defend yourself, you wouldn’t know how
Just take a chance and go, Mickey go
Track Name: Cradle Song
CRADLE SONG lyrics by Tennyson, music by Diane Nalini

What does little birdie say
In her nest at peep of day?
Let me fly, says little birdie,
Mother, let me fly away.
Birdie, rest a little longer,
Till the little wings are stronger.
So she rests a little longer,
Then she flies away.

What does little baby say,
In her bed at peep of day?
Baby says, like little birdie,
Let me rise and fly away.
Baby sleep, a little longer,
Till the little limbs are stronger,
If she sleeps a little longer,
Baby too shall fly away.
Track Name: Come Away
COME AWAY DEATH Lyrics: William Shakespeare, Music: Martin Picket

Come away, come away, death
And in sad cypress let me be laid
Fly away, fly away, breath
I am slain by a fair cruel maid
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew
O, prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true
Did share it.

Not a flower, not a flower sweet
On my black coffin let there be strown
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown
A thousand thousand sighs to save
Lay me, O, where
Sad true lover never find my grave
To weep there!

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