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About the Song

When the names Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong are mentioned together, a picture of pure musical magic instantly comes to mind. Their collaboration on the classic “Cheek to Cheek” is a shining example of why they are considered two of the greatest jazz vocalists of all time.

Released in 1956 as part of their album “Ella and Louis,” “Cheek to Cheek” is a timeless piece that captures the essence of romance and joy. The song, originally composed by Irving Berlin for the Fred Astaire film Top Hat, found new life in the hands of these two legendary artists.

Ella Fitzgerald’s crystal-clear voice, with its effortless phrasing and impeccable intonation, complements Louis Armstrong’s warm, gravelly tones perfectly. Their voices intertwine like a delicate dance, creating a sound that is both intimate and exhilarating. Armstrong’s signature scat solo adds a playful and improvisational element to the song, while Fitzgerald’s vocal acrobatics showcase her extraordinary range and artistry.

“Cheek to Cheek” is more than just a song; it’s an invitation to lose oneself in the moment, to let go of worries, and to simply enjoy the magic of music. The lyrics, filled with images of happiness and carefree abandon, perfectly capture the spirit of the song. When Fitzgerald sings, “I love to climb a mountain and to reach the highest peak, but it doesn’t really matter, dancing cheek to cheek,” she expresses a sentiment that resonates with listeners of all ages.

Beyond the technical brilliance of the performance, “Cheek to Cheek” is a testament to the enduring power of music to bring people together. The chemistry between Fitzgerald and Armstrong is palpable, and their shared love of the music shines through in every note. It is a performance that transcends generations, a timeless classic that continues to enchant and inspire.

Whether you’re a seasoned jazz aficionado or simply someone who appreciates great music, “Cheek to Cheek” is a song that will leave a lasting impression. It is a reminder of the beauty of human connection and the transformative power of music.

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Lyrics: Cheek To Cheek

Heaven, I’m in heaven
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we’re out together dancing cheek to cheek
Yes, heaven, I’m in heaven
And the cares that hung around me through the week
Seem to vanish like a gambler’s lucky streak
When we’re out together dancing cheek to cheek
Oh I’d love to climb a mountain
And reach the highest peak
But it doesn’t thrill me half as much
As dancing cheek to cheek
Oh I’d love to go out fishing
In a river or a creek
But I don’t enjoy it half as much
As dancing cheek to cheek
Now, mama, dance with me
I want my arms about you
The charms about you
Will carry me through, yes

Heaven, I’m in heaven
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we’re out together dancing cheek to cheek
(Sing it Ella, swing it)

Heaven, I’m in heaven
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we’re out together dancing cheek to cheek

Heaven, I’m in heaven
And the cares that hung around me through the week
Seem to vanish like a gambler’s lucky streak
When we’re out together dancing cheek to cheek
Oh I’d love to climb a mountain
And reach the highest peak
But it doesn’t thrill me half as much
As dancing cheek to cheek
Oh I love to go out fishing
In a river or a creek
But I don’t enjoy it half as much
As dancing cheek to cheek
Come on and dance with me
I want my arm about you
The charm about you
Will carry me through to

Heaven, I’m in heaven
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we’re out together dancing cheek to cheek

Yes, dance with me
I want my arm(s) about you
The charm(s) about you
Will carry me through to

Heaven, I’m in heaven
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we’re out together dancing cheek to cheek
Cheek to cheek
Cheek to cheek
Cheek to cheek

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