She Got to You - Esperanza Spalding

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If I had a penny
For every time I caught you
Undressing me with your eyes
I'd be a rich one and then
I could prove all my senses
Were real all along
You wanted me too

Though now you laugh
And call me a fool
I know you wanted me too
Before she got to you

If I could remember
All the things you used to say
When we were left alone
I'd have a book of sonnets
So inspired
All the muses would cringe
At your denial
At how you wanted me too

Though now you laugh
And call me a fool
I know you wanted me too
Before she got to you

Before she got to you
I would say
That we were something special
To behold
But now it's over, all over
Before she came barging through
We were prime
To make the kind of love
As scarce as four leaf clover
Now, I'm a bit confused
Cos what I felt
I thought was true
Did she barge in
And steal your heart away?
Or did you know
From the first day
I was just someone to play?
If so, damn that's cold

Before she got to you
I would say
That we were something special
To behold
But now it's over, all over
Before she came barging through
We were prime
To make the kind of love
As scarce as four leaf clover
If I could understand
What you have found in her
More than you
Could have had with me
I'd finally understand a mind
As twisted as yours
Must be for you to go
Just when you wanted me too

Though now you laugh
And call me a fool
I know you wanted me too
What kind of spell
Has she put on you?
I know you wanted me too
Before she got to you

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Born in 1984, bassist, singer and composer Esperanza Spalding began playing in small jazz and blues venues around her hometown of Portland, Oregon. Soon after picking up the acoustic bass at the late age of 14, she helped form Noise For Pretend, an eclectic band fusing jazz and pop for which she sang and played bass (often simultaneously). The group signed with indie rock imprint Hush Records, which released two albums of their original compositions.

Spalding continued to branch out, playing with jazz groups as well as leading her own septet and trio. In 2002 she joined the hip-hop group Black Science Tribe, which gained a sizable following touring along the West Coast.

Since moving East to attend the Berklee College of Music, Ms. Spalding has regularly worked as a freelance bassist and singer, both locally and internationally. Ms. Spalding has worked with many notable Grammy-winning artists such as pianist Michel Camilo, vibraphonist Dave Samuels, saxophonist Joe Lovano, violinist Regina Carter, guitarist Pat Metheny, and singer Patti Austin.

She has also performed as a member of the Boston Pops, with drummers Bill Stewart (John Scofield, Chris Potter, Joe Lovano), Terri-Lyne Carrington (Herbie Hancock), Mark Walker (Paquito D'Rivera), as well as guitarist Adam Rogers (Michael Brecker, Chris Potter), saxophonist Seamus Blake (Mingus Big Band, Bloomdaddies), and trumpeter Byron Stripling and performed as an opening act for comedian and sometimes-jazz drummer/vocalist Bill Cosby.

Recently, Ms. Spalding released her debut album as a leader, Junjo on the Barcelona based jazz label Ayva Music. Her CD features pianist Aruan Ortiz, and drummer Francisco Mela.

She is the 2005 recipient of the prestigious Boston Jazz Society scholarship for outstanding musicianship. Spalding holds a B.M. from Berklee College of Music, where she also enjoys the status as the youngest faculty member ever in the history of the College. Esperanza recently became a new artist represented by the Montuno management agency.

In 2009 she played at the Nobel Peace Prize concert in Oslo(Norway), as the Nobel Peace Prize winner,
Barack Obama, artist of choice.

In 2011 she was awarded the Grammy for best new artist, the only Jazz musician to be awarded the Grammy. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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