Ev'ry Time We Say Goodbye
Maxine Sullivan & Teddy Wilson and His Quartet Lyrics
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Every time we say goodbye, I wonder why a little,
Why the gods above me, who must be in the know.
Think so little of me, they allow you to go.
When you're near, there's such an air of spring about it,
I can hear a lark somewhere, begin to sing about it,
There's no love song finer, but how strange the change from major to minor,
Every time we say goodbye.
When you're near, there's such an air of spring about it,
I can hear a lark somewhere, begin to sing about it,
There's no love song finer, but how strange the change from major to minor,
Every time we say goodbye.
The song "Every Time We Say Goodbye" by Maxine Sullivan is a poignant and melancholic expression of the emotions that arise when a loved one has to depart. The opening line, "Every time we say goodbye, I die a little," is a powerful poetic expression of the pain felt when a relationship is cut short, and the heartache that comes with its inevitable end. The line is notable for the way it conveys the finality of the situation, and the way it elicits empathy from the listener.
The song continues with an expression of perplexity and questioning, "Every time we say goodbye, I wonder why a little," which highlights the mystery and complexity of love and the feelings that arise when it is taken away. The subsequent lines contrast the joy and lightness of being in love with the sadness and despair that inevitably comes with separation. When the singer is near their loved one, "there's such an air of spring about it," and "there's no love song finer," but every time they say goodbye, there is a "strange change from major to minor," which is a reference to the shift from the bright, major key to the darker, minor key. This metaphorical shift emphasizes the different emotional states that are evoked by being with someone versus being without them.
Line by Line Meaning
Every time we say goodbye, I die a little,
The pain of saying goodbye to you slowly kills me inside.
Every time we say goodbye, I wonder why a little,
Each farewell makes me question why fate has to be so cruel to take you away from me.
Why the gods above me, who must be in the know.
I wonder why the higher powers, who are supposed to have all the answers, allow us to be separated.
Think so little of me, they allow you to go.
Perhaps these beings don't think much of me, since they allow you to leave without a second thought.
When you're near, there's such an air of spring about it,
Your presence makes my surroundings come alive, just like the arrival of springtime.
I can hear a lark somewhere, begin to sing about it,
Your presence fills my heart with joy, much like the sound of a lark's melodious singing.
There's no love song finer, but how strange the change from major to minor,
Our love is so beautiful and sweet, yet every time we depart, it feels like a sad and mournful ending.
Every time we say goodbye.
Even though we part ways frequently, it doesn't get any easier or less painful.
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: COLE PORTER
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@BuckshotLaFunke1
Cole Porter was sheer genius. And Teddy was a truly great pianist.
@igortorales918
Teddy Wilson and his amazing Left hand!!! amazing version!
@Arqueiroify
Why do I like this kind of music ? I ask to myself , of course !!! I am so far in the geographic world were TEDDY was born !!! in time too ... One day, I will hear Teddy , in the Heaven , touching the white notes of piano , whith his black fingers ... and I will claps my white hands to him... ( sorry my kind of English )
@JuanFecit
Bellísima grabación, muchas gracias por compartirla.
@fromthesidelines
Originally introduced in Billy Rose's 1944 Broadway revue, "The Seven Lively Arts". Recorded on January 15, 1945, and originally released on Musicraft 317.
@phaasch
Beautiful 3 minutes- just wish Maxine and Teddy had recorded more together. Is that not Lionel Hampton on vibes? It certainly sounds like his style- Red Norvo was a xylophone player
@fromthesidelines
UPDATED INFORMATION: Recorded on December 18, 1944. The Teddy Wilson Quintet on this side are as follows: Wilson, piano Charlie Shavers, trumpet Red Norvo, vibes Billy Taylor, bass Morey Feld, drums
@alanbull3857
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@fromthesidelines
Recorded on January 8, 1945.