"To Keep My Love Alive" - A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court
"Sir _ had imsonia/he couldn't sleep at night. I bought a little arsenic/he's sleeping now alright."
"Sir _ was a singing bird, a nightingale, that's why/ I tossed him off my balcony to see if he could Fly"
Rosencrantz: "Be happy - if you're not even HAPPY what's so good about surviving? We'll be all right. I suppose we just go on."
- from Tom Stoppard's Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
I've been married, and married, and often I've sighed "I'm never a bridesmaid, I'm always a bride"
I never divorced them, I hadn't the heart Yet remember these sweet words, "`till death do us part"
I married many men, a ton of them Because I was untrue to none of them Because I bumped off every one 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
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 sanitorium And yelled for drinks in my emporium I mixed one drink, he's in memorium 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 Atherton 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 To keep my love alive
Isn't there a song, something like, "Sad was the day when he laid down and died"? Don't know who wrote it or anything but it was funny. I think Marin Mazzie sang it at Sondheim's birthday celebration a few years ago. Perhaps I'm wrong.
I should have eaten the saw and used the cake to bludgeon my way out - Alfred Hitchcock
Rick Abbot's SING ON! features a few funny songa about death to the tune of Foster songs.
"I am ready to disclaim my opinion, even of yesterday, even of 10 minutes ago, because all opinions are relative. One lives in a field of influences, one is influenced by everyone one meets, everything is an exchange of influences, all opinions are derivative. Once you deal a new deck of cards, you've got a new deck of cards."
— Peter Brook