Por petición especial del señor Zenone (de vez en cuando hay que darle un capricho, al pobre) incluyo otra genial composición de Cole Porter: Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today, cuya versión más popular tiene la voz de Ella Fitzgerald. Los pelos del cogote como escarpias, se me han quedado después de leer la letra, oigan, como escarpias:
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today, madam.
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today.
She is sorry to be delayed,
But last evening down in Lover's Lane she strayed.
Madam.
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today.
When she woke up and found, that her dream of love was gone.
Madam.
She ran to the man who had lead her so far astray.
And from under a velvet gown,
She drew a gun and shot her lover down,
Madam.
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today.
When the mob came and got her and dragged her from the jail,
Madam,
They strung her from the old willow cross the way.
And the moment before she died,
She lifted up her lovely head and cried,
Madam.
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today.
Miss Otis regrets... she's unable to lunch today
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¿Acabou a vosa breve relación de amor na que vos cantabades cancións de Col Porter ao oído ou vas facer unha web de letras?
Ben, nadador, se me pasas algunha letra de Beck, non tería ningún problema en cantarcha no oído... dun xeito casto e pudoroso, claro está.
Aquí tes unha letra de Beck:
Beck - Lost Cause Lyrics
Your sorry eyes, they cut through bone.
They make it hard to leave you alone.
Leave you here wearin your wounds
Waving your guns at somebody new.
Baby you're a lost
Baby you're a lost
Baby you're a lost cause.
There's too many people you used to know
They see you coming they see you go.
They know your secrets and you know theirs
This town is crazy, but nobody cares.
Baby you're a lost
Baby you're a lost
Baby you're a lost cause.
I'm tired of fighting
I'm tired of fighting
Fighting for a lost cause
There's a place where you are going
You ain't never been before
There's no one laughing at your back now
No one standing at your door
Is that what you thought love was for?
Baby you're a lost
Baby you're a lost
Baby you're a lost cause
I'm tired of fighting
I'm tired of fighting
Fighting for a lost cause.
Lo de "lost cause" me ha llegao...
En serio.
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