J.R. August - The Womanizer (Live at Hrvatski glazbeni zavod)

Stream this album here: https://smarturl.it/J.R.AugustHGZ The Womanizer - written and arranged by J.R. August J.R. August – piano, vocals BAND Borko Rupena – drums, percussion Ivan Džajić – double bass Pavle Miljenović – acoustic guitar Lujo Parežanin – tenor saxophone Marko Gudelj – baritone saxophone CHOIR Sebastian Jurić – choir director, bass Alen Vranić – tenor Jasmina Bošnjak – alto Katarina Matković – alto Anja Knezović – alto Lana Veljačić – alto Polonna Oblak – alto Livija Zgurić – soprano Ana Anić – soprano Josipa Šupljika – soprano Tinka Bulić – soprano CONCERT ORGANISATION Hangtime Agency RECORDING ENGINEER Dražen Završki ASSISTANT RECORDING ENGINEER Viktor Grabar MIXING AND MASTERING Goran Martinac MUSIC PRODUCERS Goran Martinac J.R. August DIRECTOR Marko Zeljković EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS Nikolina Mazalin Rajko Pavlović CAMERAMEN Marko Zeljković (main cameraman) Donald Jedvaj Marko Petrović Dario Lepoglavec Ivan Andabak Filip Bašić Marko Urbić Ivan Majić Ivica Vranjić Hrvoje Ramađa (Jimmy Jib) Mladen Sedinić (technician) BLU-RAY AUTHORING Mario Kalendarić COVER PHOTO Roberto Pavić DESIGN Klasja&Zita EDITOR Domagoj Šiljeg FOR THE PUBLISHER Želimir Babogredac PRODUCTION Croatia Records & CMC TV 2020. ---------- (lyrics) The Womanizer (The Story of a Travelling Serial Killer) Momma told me Not to dig her Up, I figure aye? Well, I got news for you, my dear Yes I did I pulled the trigger You go figure And now's the time to taste the fear 'f you've been wondering I been missin' Drinkin', kissin' Yes, people say it suits me well Up in London In Ann's condo With the condom on Drinkin' wine and reading 'Lear' Down in Venice with my Janice Drinkin' coffee on the terrace Livin' life like rich folks do (How 'bout you, boy?) Nah, I won't kill you I will thrill you Oh, fulfill you, babe Obedient is what you do Back to Paris to my Clarice Havin' champaigne with strawberries Polidor, near la Sorbonne (Mr. August- Yes? - Mr. Hemingway on the phone.) Came in late to pop her cherry Actin' like she's Virgin Mary When we both know she's Magdalene Like my Jenny from Kilkenny She had many, many, many She never had someone like me Down in Santa Fe, New Mexico Listenin' to the Mariachis on the radio And drivin' into the sunset ...