viernes, 15 de noviembre de 2024

viernes, 1 de noviembre de 2024

Canciones que cuentan una historia - Hoy: La vaca estudiosa

 Para terminar este primer ciclo de canciones que cuentan una historia, un clásico de aquellos con letra y música de María Elena Walsh. 


viernes, 11 de octubre de 2024

Canciones que cuentan una historia - Hoy: Ten cents a dance

Música: Richard Rodgers

Letra: Lorenz Hart


 
I work at the Palace Ballroom 
But, gee, that Palace is cheap 
When I get back to my chilly hall room 
I'm much too tired to sleep 
I'm one of those lady teachers 
A beautiful hostess, you know 
The kind the Palace features 
At exactly a dime a throw 
Ten cents a dance 
That's what they pay me 
Gosh, how they weigh me down 
Ten cents a dance 
Pansies and rough guys 
Tough guys who tear my gown 
Seven to midnight 
I hear drums 
Loudly the saxophone blows 
Trumpets are breaking my eardrums 
Customers crush my toes 
Sometime I think I've found my hero 
But it's a queer romance 
All that you need is a ticket 
Come on, big boy, ten cents a dance 
Fighters and sailors and bowlegged tailors 
Can pay for their ticket and rent me 
Butchers and barbers and rats from the harbors 
Are sweethearts my good luck has sent me 
Though I've a chorus of elderly beaux 
Stockings are porous with holes at the toes 
I'm here till closing time 
Dance and be merry, it's only a dime 
Ten cents a dance 
That's what they pay me 
Gosh, how they weigh me down 
Ten cents a dance 
Pansies and rough guys 
Tough guys who tear my gown 
Seven to midnight I hear drums 
Loudly the saxophone blows 
Trumpets are breaking my eardrums 
Customers crush my toes 
Sometime I think I've found my hero 
But it's a queer romance 
All that you need is a ticket 
Come on, big boy, ten cents a dance

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