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DIANA KRALL Photos: concert on Saturday Oct. 26, 2013 - Bridge School Benefit Concert


Photos:Bridge School Benefit Concert

Posted Oct 27, 2013



Concertgoers packed the house Saturday night for Neil Young’s Bridge School Benefit Concert at Shoreline Amphitheatre. This year’s lineup includes Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, Tom Waits, Arcade Fire, Queens of the Stone Age, My Morning Jacket, Jack Johnson, Elvis Costello, Diana Krall, Fun., Heart and Jenny Lewis. Johnson and Arcade Fire are scheduled to perform only for Saturday’s show. Waits will appear Sunday only. The others are expected to play both days, Saturday and Sunday



Diana Krall performs at Neil Young's Bridge School Benefit concert .
(John Green/Bay Area News Group)



Diana Krall .(John Green/Bay Area News Group)



Diana Krall performs at Neil Young's Bridge School Benefit concert .
(John Green/Bay Area News Group)



Elvis Costello, left, performs with Diana Krall, middle, at Neil Young's Bridge School Benefit
concert at Shoreline Amphitheatre . (John Green/Bay Area News Group)



Neil Young, right, performs with Arcade Fire at his Bridge School Benefit Concert .
(John Green/Bay Area News Group)



Crosby Stills Nash and Young perform.at Shoreline Amphitheatre in Mountain View,
Calif., on Saturday Oct. 26, 2013. (John Green/Bay Area News Group)


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Diana Krall / Elvis Costello (45:52)

1) Intro


2) There Ain't No Sweet Man That's Worth The Salt Of My Tears (DK)

Written by Fred Fisher

Shakin' like a leaf on a tree,
That's coming loose from the stem
Shakin' like a leaf on a tree,
Because I'm coming loose from my man!

I'm like a weeping willow,
Weeping on my pillow,
For years and years,
There ain't no sweet man that's worth the salt of my tears

Down and down he dragged me,
Like a fiend he nagged me,
For years and years,
There ain't no sweet man that's worth the salt of my tears

Although I may be blue,
Still, I'm true,
I must tell him good-bye!
Rather than have that man,
Gonna lay me down and just die!

So broken-hearted sisters,
Aggravating misters, lend me your ears!
There ain't no sweet man that's worth the salt of my tears

Although I may be blue,
Still, I'm true,
I must tell him good-bye!
Rather than have that man,
Gonna lay me down and just die!

So broken-hearted sisters,
Aggravating misters, lend me your ears!
There ain't no sweet man that's worth the salt of my tears



3) We Just Couldn’t Say Goodbye (DK)

    Written by Harry M. Woods

We thought that love was over,
That we were really through,
I said I didn't love him,
That we'd begin anew
And you can all believe me,
We sure intended to,
But we just couldn't say goodbye.

The chair and then the sofa,
They broke right down and cried,
The curtains started waving
For me to come inside.
I tell you confidentially,
The tears were hard to hide,
And we just couldn't say goodbye.

The clock was striking twelve o'clock
It smiled on us below,
With folded hands it seemed to say,
"We'll miss you if you go."

So I went back and kissed him,
And when I looked around,
The room was singing love songs,
And dancing up and down.
And now we're both so happy,
Because at last we've found.
That we just couldn't say goodbye.

People in love are funny
They're mighty hard to explain
One minute they quarrel
Then they're back together again
Take my case for instance
We had a little fuss
Now listen, ladies and gentlemen
Here's what happened to us

I said I didn't love him,
That we'd begin anew

But we just couldn't say goodbye.
The chair and then the sofa,
They broke right down and cried,

I tell you confidentially,
The tears were hard to hide,
And we just couldn't say goodbye.

So I went back and kissed him,
And when I looked around,
The room was singing love songs,
And dancing up and down.
And now we're both so happy,
Because at last we've found.
That we just couldn't say goodbye.




4) A Man Needs A Maid (Neil Young) (DK)


My life is changing
in so many ways
I don't know who
to trust anymore
There's a shadow running
thru my days
Like a beggar going
from door to door.

I was thinking that
maybe I'd get a maid
Find a place nearby
for her to stay.
Just someone
to keep my house clean,
Fix my meals and go away.

A maid. A man needs a maid.
A maid.

It's hard to make that change
When life and love
turns strange.
And old.

To give a love,
you gotta live a love.
To live a love,
you gotta be "part of"
When will I see you again?

A while ago somewhere
I don't know when
I was watching
a movie with a friend.
I fell in love with the actress.
She was playing a part
that I could understand.

A maid. A man needs a maid.
A maid.

When will I see you again?




5) Sulphur To Sugarcane (DK/EC)

Written by    Elvis Costello & T Bone Burnett

It's not very far from Sulphur to Sugarcane
Everywhere I travel the pretty girls call my name
I give them a squeeze and they shoot me a wink
I buy their hard-headed husbands a long cool drink
You better come up smelling sweet 'cos you're a long time stinking
It's a little too late to complain
It's not very far from Sulphur to Sugarcane

Now if you catch my eye and you find that it runs down your leg
It's like striking a match pretty hard upon a powder keg
They tell you from the borders to the waters of the gulf
If you take all the sugar you will end up in the sulphur
And you're burning
Hello baby I'm pleased to meet you
I wouldn't do you wrong, honey
I wouldn't cheat you, honey
When can I see you again?
Wrap you up in cellophane
It's not very far from Sulphur to Sugarcane

It's not very far from Sulphur to Sugarcane
When your eyes fill up with brine
'Cause you're drowning in wine
It's like the last days of Rome
With the despots and divine
And there's no place like home for a little doll from China
It's a little too late to complain
It's not very far from Sulphur to Sugarcane

You can go west to Texas
Go east to Mississippi
You can run out of money
You can run out of pity
Throw open your purse until you're crying for mercy
Go to Alabama
Escape Louisiana
I'm digging like a miner North and South Carolina
And then if you continue you will end up in Virginia

The women in Poughkeepsie
Take their clothes off when they're tipsy
But in Albany, New York
They love the filthy way I talk
Until they gargle with the finest champagne
They can't get the grape and the grain
It's not very far from Sulphur to Sugarcane

It's not very far from Sulphur to Sugarcane
If I could find a piano
Here in Bloomington, Indiana
I would play it with my toes
Until the girls all take their clothes off
The women knock upon my door in odd and even numbers
But none of them as wild as I've discovered in Columbus
I gave up married women 'cause I heard it was a sin
But now I'm back in Pittsburgh, I might take it up again
Because they gargle with the finest champagne
They can't get the grape and the grain
It's not very far from Sulphur to Sugarcane

It's not very far from Sulphur to Sugarcane
Up in Syracuse
I was falsely accused
But I'm not here to hurt you
I'm here to steal your virtue
Down in Bridgeport
The women will kill you for sport
But in Worcester, Massachusetts
They love my sauce

The women in Poughkeepsie
Take their clothes off when they're tipsy
But I hear in Ypsilanti
They don't wear any panties
Once they gargle with the finest champagne
They hitch up their skirts and exclaim
It's not very far, sugar
It's not very far, sugar
Pour a little sugar on me, sugar
It's not very far from Sulphur to Sugarcane




6) Wallflower (Bob Dylan) (DK/EC)

Written by Bob Dylan
Performed by Elvis Costello, Diana Krall & Dennis Crouch

Wallflower, wallflower
Won’t you dance with me?
I’m sad and lonely too
Wallflower, wallflower
Won’t you dance with me?
I’m fallin’ in love with you

Just like you I’m wondrin’ what I’m doin’ here
Just like you I’m wondrin’ what’s goin’ on

Wallflower, wallflower
Won’t you dance with me?
The night will soon be gone

I have seen you standing in the smoky haze
And I know that you’re gonna be mine one of these days
Mine alone

Wallflower, wallflower
Take a chance on me
Please let me ride you home

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