🎵 Three Hundred and Counting 🎤 Cordelia Baxter 💿 Genre: Lounge Jazz ABOUT THIS SONG Three hundred songs deserve more than a number. They deserve a spotlight, a swinging band, and Cordelia Baxter at the microphone. "Three Hundred and Counting" is Cordelia's glittering supper-club toast to a songwriter who simply will not stop. With walking bass, brushed drums, cheeky piano, and a brass section ready to celebrate, she takes the stage with her trademark wit, elegance, and affectionate mischief. Through playful verses and a jubilant chorus, Cordelia celebrates a musical journey filled with love, heartbreak, laughter, hope, and an ever-growing cast of unforgettable personalities. Odessa, Miss Ophelia, Ragnar, and Cordelia herself all find their way into the festivities. But beneath the laughter lies something deeply personal. As the arrangement softens to piano and upright bass, Cordelia pauses to honor the songs written when hearts were heavy and when hearts were full. Three hundred songs aren't simply a tally. They're stories, memories, emotions, and little pieces of a life expressed through music. Then the brass returns, the celebration resumes, and Cordelia delivers one final observation: She suspects song number 301 is already being written. And darling, somebody really ought to hide those pencils.
Lyrics
[Intro] Well, well, well... Three hundred songs. Darling, I've known men who couldn't manage three hundred words worth remembering. And this one? He just keeps writing. [Piano flourish] Somebody check his warranty. [Verse 1] He wrote about love, he wrote about rain, He wrote about heartbreak and getting through pain. He wrote about heaven, the moon, and the stars, And people who somehow keep raising the bar. He's got singers in velvet and poets in blue, A whole little universe passing on through. And every time somebody says, "That'll do," He grins like a schoolboy and starts something new. [Pre-Chorus] Now, I don't know what keeps that engine alive, But honey, we're lucky the rest of us survive! [Chorus] Three hundred and counting! The numbers keep mounting! The band hasn't finished, He's already announcing! Another grand story, Another refrain, Another poor singer Who's learning his name! Oh, three hundred and counting, And darling, it's true— If he ever stops writing, What WILL we all do? [Verse 2] There's Odessa with thunder, Miss Ophelia with grace, And somebody named Ragnar who's taking up space. There's lovers and dreamers and girls full of sass, And Cordelia Baxter— [Spoken] The absolute class. [Piano flourish] They've danced through his stories, they've cried through his lines, They've argued backstage about rhythm and rhymes. And just when you think that the curtain might fall, He walks in and says— [Spoken] "I've got an idea, y'all." [Chorus] Three hundred and counting! The numbers keep mounting! The band hasn't finished, He's already announcing! Another grand story, Another refrain, Another poor singer Who's learning his name! Oh, three hundred and counting, And darling, it's true— If he ever stops writing, What WILL we all do? [Bridge] Now, between you and me... Three hundred is a mighty big number. But I've watched him write when his heart was heavy. And I've watched him write when his heart was full. And the funny thing is... [Softly sung] The songs that made us laugh, The songs that made us cry, Were little pieces of a life That wouldn't pass us by. [Spoken] Of course, I still think he needs a hobby. [Final Chorus] Three hundred and counting! The whole room is bouncing! The trumpets are laughing, The drummer is pouncing! For every old memory, For dreams still in view, For every sweet story He's carried us through! Oh, three hundred and counting! So raise up the sound! There's room for more music While this world spins around! [Outro] Three hundred songs, darling. And you know what worries me? He's probably writing number three-oh-one right now. Somebody hide the pencils. Oh, who am I kidding? He'll write one about that, too. [Final playful ensemble chord]
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