Showing posts with label body parts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label body parts. Show all posts

Saturday, January 17

My Funny Valentine (1937)

Rodgers/Hart



But don't change a hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay, little Valentine stay


With Valentine's Day around the corner, and a new bio-pic of Lorenz Hart now out, let's remember Lorenz Hart, who never found love in his own life although he wrote about it so well. Together with his musical partner, Richard Rogers, they wrote over 500 songs together, until Hart's death at age 48. Hart was very self-conscious and insecure about his looks: he was under five feet tall with outsized, facial features and ears. He was also habitually late and alcoholic, which led Richard Rogers to select another lyricist (Oscar Hammerstein) to write the lyrics for Oklahoma!  The 2026 bio-pic Blue Moon, with Ethan Hawke as Hart, focuses on the later part of Hart's life, when he is unemployable and drowning in both drink and sorrow. Sad as his life was, his collaborations with Rogers produced some of the loveliest music of the era. Hart's lyrics, always clever and poetic, often contain a hint of sadness in them. 

VERSE

Behold the way our fine-feathered friend
His virtue doth parade.
Thou knowest not, my dim-witted friend
The picture thou hast made.

Thy vacant brow and thy tousled hair
Conceal thy good intent.
Thou noble, upright, truthful sincere,
And slightly dopey gent - your're --

CHORUS

My funny Valentine
Sweet comic Valentine
You make me smile with my heart
Your looks are laughable
Unphotographable
Yet you're my favourite work of art

Is your figure less than Greek
Is your mouth a little weak
When you open it to speak
Are you smart?

But don't change a hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little Valentine stay
Each day is Valentine's Day

Is your figure less than Greek
Is your mouth a little weak
When you open it to speak
Are you smart?

But don't change one hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little Valentine stay
Each day is Valentine's Day

Wednesday, October 8

Body and Soul (1930)


Green/Heyman/Sour/Eyton


My life's a hell you’re making
You know I'm yours for just the taking
I'd gladly surrender myself to you
Body and soul

Many songs are about the pain of love, sadness, and surrender - but Body and Soul has always seemed especially full of desperation, with some of the most urgent words to a beloved. I would have said that the version I knew for so long, Billie Holiday's version, was the most heartbreaking until Amy Winehouse recorded the song (with Tony Bennett) not long before her death.

VERSE 

You're making me blue
All that you do
Seems unfair
You try not to hear
Turn a deaf ear
To my prayer
It seems you don't want to see
What you are doing to me
My arms are waiting to caress you
And to my heart they long to press you, sweet heart

CHORUS

My heart is sad and lonely
For you I cry
For you, dear, only
I tell you I mean it
I'm all for you
Body and soul

I spend my days in longing
And wondering it's me you're wronging
Why haven't you seen it
I'm all for you
Body and soul

I can't believe it
It hard to conceive it
That you'd turn away romance
Are you pretending
Don't say it's the ending
I wish I could have one more chance to prove, dear

My life a hell you’re making
You know I'm yours for just the taking
I'd gladly surrender
Myself to you
Body and soul

VERSE 2

Life's dreary for me
Day's seem to be long as years
I've looked for the sun
But can see none
Through my tears
Your heart must be like a stone
To leave me like this alone
When you could make my life worth living
By taking what I'm set on giving, sweetheart

Thursday, June 1

Black Coffee (1948)

Webster/Burke




"A woman's born to weep and fret, to stay at home and tend her lovin'
And drown her past regrets, in coffee and cigarettes."


What is it about old coffee cans that makes artists want keep them around for stuff?  They can hold paintbrushes, paint... visit the Pollock-Krasner House and you will see the ones he used. Lee Krasner, no slouch of a painter herself and wife to Pollock certainly must have done a fair amount of "staying home and tendin' her lovin," trying to dry Jackson out and quit the booze. (Sadly, she lost the battle.) Peggy Lee does a knock-out version of this song, a bluesy, caffeine-y, swinging ballad. Her voice is modern, cool and edgy similar to a Pollock painting... or a Krasner, for that matter.


CHORUS

I'm feelin' mightly lonesome, Haven't slept a wink,
I walk the floor and watch the door
and in between I drink.....Black coffee,
Love's a hand me down brew
I'll never know a Sunday
in this weekday room.

I'm talking to the shadows
1 o'clock to four,
and lord how slow the moments go
when all I do is pour Black coffee
Since the blues caught my eye.
I'm hanging out on Monday,
My Sunday dreams to dry.

Now a man is born to go a lovin'
A woman's born to weep and fret
To stay at home and tend her lovin'
And drown her past regrets in coffee and cigarettes.

I'm moonin' all the mornin', mournin' all the night
and in between it's nicotine and not much heart to fight
Black coffee
Feelin' low as the ground,
it's drivin' me crazy, this waitin' for my baby
To maybe come around.

My nerves have gone to pieces
My hair is turnin' grey
All I do is drink black coffee,
Since my man's gone away.

Thursday, September 8

Love is like a cigarette

Jerome/Kent



Then just like a cigarette 
Love seem to fade away
and leave behind ashes of regret...

Ivie Anderson deserves to be better known. One of Duke Ellington's earliest vocalists - and his first full time "girl" singer - her delivery is straightforward and swinging, not a scat to be heard. Love is like a cigarette conjures up a smoky time in the past when cigarettes evoked romance, moodiness, excitement. (Actually, they still have a tinge of glamour about them.) Think of Paul Henreid and Bette Davis in Now, Voyager - where would they have been without cigarettes? Sadly, Ivie suffered from severe asthma her entire life, and both her career and her life were cut short by this breathing disease. Here is she is singing with Ellington in a rare film clip singing I've Got it Bad and That Ain't Good.

VERSE
What is love? You called it heaven above 
Star that shine in the night 
A bird that sings in its flight 
A flower that blooms in the spring 
There's no such thing 

CHORUS
Love is like a cigarette 
You know you had my heart aglow 
Between your fingertips 
And just like a cigarette 
I never knew the thrill of life 
Until you touched my lips 
Then just like a cigarette 
Love seem to fade away and leave behind ashes of regret 
And with a flick of your fingertips 
It was easy for you to forget 
Cause love is like a cigarette 
Then just like a cigarette 
Love seem to fade away and leave behind ashes of regret 
And with a flick of your fingertips 
It was easy for you to forget 
Cause love is like a cigarette


Thursday, August 6

The Very Thought of You (1934)

Ray Noble



"The mere idea of you, the longing here for you..."

I think perhaps it's the melody, but I find this song, especially the Nat King Cole version, to be one of the greatest and sexiest love songs ever written. That said, one of the most tragic, greatest of couples somehow comes to mind: Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald. Yes, it's stream of consciousness, but aren't we all living in a kind of daydream, anyway?

VERSE

I don't need your photograph, to keep by my bed,
your picture is always in my head.
I don't need your portrait, dear, to call you to mind,
for sleeping or waking, dear, I find...


The very thought of you and I forget to do
The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do
I'm living in a kind of daydream
I'm happy as a king
And foolish though it may seem
To me that's everything
The mere idea of you, the longing here for you
You'll never know how slow the moments go till I'm near to you
I see your face in every flower
Your eyes in stars above
It's just the thought of you
The very thought of you, my love

VERSE TWO

I hold you responsible, I'll take it to law,
I never have felt like this before.
I'm suing for damages, excuses won't do,
I'll only be satisfied with you.

Thursday, November 27

Out of Nowhere (1931)

J. Green

"You came to me from out of nowhere. . .
wonderful schemes, wonderful dreams from nowhere . . ."


"Greetings my friend! We are all interested in the future, for this is where you and I are going to spend the rest of our lives!" Immortal words from the Amazing Criswell, who was a famously inaccurate psychic. But this is the kind of lyric to which I can really relate:  less romance and more existential life questions. In what matter does the flow of events occur; why do things often seem to come from nowhere at all, with no rhyme or reason?  Things do seem to come Out of Nowhere, as sung by Lena Horne. 

VERSE

When I least expected
Kindly fate directed
You to make each dream of mine come true.
And if it's clear or raining
There is no explaining
Things just happen and so did you.

CHORUS

You came to me from out of nowhere,
you took my heart and found it free.
Wonderful dreams, wonderful schemes from nowhere
made every hour sweet as a flower for me.

If you should go back to your nowhere,
leaving me with a memory,
I'll always wait for your return out of nowhere,
hoping you'll bring your love to me.