Continuamos con nuestra sección de canciones sobre los lunes con este tema escrito por John Phillips
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apuntes innecesarios y caprichosos
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Música: Richard Rodgers
Letra: Lorenz Hart
viernes, 4 de octubre de 2024
Canciones que cuentan una historia - Hoy: To Keep My Love Alive - Para mantener vivo mi amor
Música: Richard Rodgers
Letra: Lorenz Hart
(Verse)
I've been
married and married
And often I've
sighed
I'm never a
bridesmaid
I'm always the
bride
I never
divorced them
I hadn't the
heart
Yet remember
these sweet words:
"Till
Death do us part."
(Chorus 1)
I've married
many men, a ton of them
And yet I was
untrue to none of them
Because I
bumped off everyone of them
To keep my
love alive
Sir Paul was
frail, he looked a wreck to me
At night he
was a horse's neck to me
So I performed
an appendectomy
To keep my
love alive
Sir Thomas had
insomnia
He couldn't
sleep at night
I bought a
little arsenic
He's sleeping
now all right
Sir Philip
played the harp, I cussed the thing
I crowned him
with his harp to bust the thing
And now he
plays where harps are just the thing
To keep my
love alive
To keep my
love alive
(Chorus 2)
I thought Sir
George had possibilities
But his
flirtations made me ill at ease
And when I'm
ill at ease, I kill at ease
To keep my
love alive
Sir Charles
came from a sanatorium
And yelled for
drinks in my emporium
I mixed one
drink, he's in memoriam
To keep my
love alive
Sir Francis
was a singing bird
A nightingale,
that's why
I tossed him
off my balcony
To see if he
could fly
Sir Athelstane
indulged in fratricide
He killed his
dad, and that was patricide
One night I
stabbed him by my mattress side
To keep my
love alive
To keep my
love alive