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GROUCHO MARX

El día 19 hizo 29 años que murió el gran Groucho Marx.

Murió el mismo año que yo nací, el 77. Murió 3 días después de Elvis y eso significó que la prensa apenas se hizo eco de la muerte de este gran hombre. Que triste. Un hombre que aportó tanto con su humor ácido, rápido e inteligente, y casi nadie lo mencionó de una manera honorable en las páginas de
los periódicos.
Yo desde aquí, quiero dedicarle mi humilde homenaje (que menos, con todo lo que yo he obtenido de él!). Pongo esta letra 1º porque me hace reír mucho la letra y la manera de cantarla:

HELLO, I MUST BE GOING

Hello, I must be going.
I cannot stay,
I came to say
I must be going.
I'm glad I came
but just the same
I must be going.
For my sake you must stay,
for if you go away,
you'll spoil this party
I am throwing.
I'll stay a week or two,
I'll stay the summer through,
but I am telling you,
I must be going.

Y después, pongo esta porque es una de las canciones que hizo muy famosas y no hay cómico que no la conozca (de hecho Robin Williams la canta en el “Rey Pescador”). Ver a Groucho cantar esta canción, es simplemente maravilloso. Y el trozo del “la la laaa, la la laaaa” , no tiene desperdicio.

LYDIA THE TATTOOED LADY

"Music by Harold Arlen. Lyrics by E.Y. Harburg"

La-la-la...la-la-la.
Lydia, oh Lydia, say, have you met Lydia?
Lydia The Tattooed Lady.
She has eyes that men adore so,
and a torso even more so.
Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclopedia.
Lydia The Queen of Tattoo.
On her back is The Battle of Waterloo.
Beside it, The Wreck of the Hesperus too.
And proudly above waves the red, white, and blue.
You can learn a lot from Lydia!
La-la-la...la-la-la.
La-la-la...la-la-la.
When her robe is unfurled she will show you the world,
if you step up and tell her where.
For a dime you can see Kankakee or Paree,
or Washington crossing The Delaware.
La-la-la...la-la-la.
La-la-la...la-la-la.
Oh Lydia, oh Lydia, say, have you met Lydia?
Lydia The Tattooed Lady.
When her muscles start relaxin',
up the hill comes Andrew Jackson.
... that encyclopedia.
Lydia The Queen of Tattoo.
For two bits she will do a mazurka in jazz,
with a view of Niagara that nobody has.
And on a clear day you can see Alcatraz.
You can learn a lot from Lydia!
La-la-la...la-la-la.
La-la-la...la-la-la.
Come along and see Buffalo Bill with his lasso.
Just a little classic by Mendel Picasso.
Here is Captain Spaulding exploring the Amazon.
Here's Godiva, but with her pajamas on.
La-la-la...la-la-la.
La-la-la...la-la-la.
Oh Lydia, oh Lydia, say, have you met Lydia?
Lydia The Queen of them all.
She once swept an Admiral clear off his feet.
The ships on her hips made his heart skip a beat.
And now the old boy's in command of the fleet,
for he went and married Lydia!
I said Lydia...
He said Lydia...
I said Lydia...
He said Lydia...

Posteado por Jane DiFranco | Agosto 21, 2006 05:30 PM