“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
I ache for the touch of your lips, dear, But much more for the touch of your whips, dear, You can raise welts like nobody else As we dance to the Masochism Tango
Let our love be a flame not an ember Say it's me that you want to dismember Blacken my eye, set fire to my tie As we dance to the Masochism Tango
At your command, before you here I stand My heart is in my hand……eeeaalluch It's here that I must be My heart entreats, just hear those savage beats And go put on your cleats, And come and trample me.
Your heart is hard as stone or mahogany That's why I'm in such exquisite agony My soul is on fire; it's aflame with desire Which is why I perspire when we tango
You caught my nose in your left castanet, love, I can feel the pain yet, love, Every time I hear drums And I envy the rose, that you held in your teeth, love, With the thorns underneath, love Sticking into your gums
You eyes cast a spell that bewitches The last time I needed 20 stitches To sew up the gash you made with your lash As we danced to the Masochism Tango
Bash in my brain, and make me scream with pain Then kick me once again And say we'll never part I know too well, I'm underneath your spell, So, darling, if you smell something burning it's my heart….hic…excuse me…
Take your cigarette from its holder And burn your initials in my shoulder Fracture my spine And swear that you're mine As we dance to the Masochism Tango. Olé!
_________ The Lord of the Dance _________ _ I danced in the morning when the world was begun I danced in the Moon and the Stars and the Sun I came down from Heaven and I danced on Earth At Bethlehem I had my birth:
Dance then, wherever you may be I am the Lord of the Dance, said He! And I'll lead you all, wherever you may be And I'll lead you all in the Dance, said He! (...lead you all in the Dance, said He!)
I danced for the scribe and the pharisee But they would not dance and they wouldn't follow me I danced for fishermen, for James and John They came with me and the Dance went on:
I danced on the Sabbath and I cured the lame The holy people said it was a shame! They whipped and they stripped and they hung me high And they left me there on a cross to die!
I danced on a Friday when the sky turned black It's hard to dance with the devil on your back They buried my body and they thought I'd gone But I am the Dance and I still go on!
They cut me down and I leapt up high I am the Life that'll never, never die! I'll live in you if you'll live in Me –– I am the Lord of the Dance, said He!
Boy, that Greek thing is going to get 'nil points'!
ReplyDeleteI just found the song title interesting..."Utopian land". And all that running, running, never stopping.... how was he supposed to "enjoy" his utopia?
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ReplyDeleteI ache for the touch of your lips, dear,
But much more for the touch of your whips, dear,
You can raise welts like nobody else
As we dance to the Masochism Tango
Let our love be a flame not an ember
Say it's me that you want to dismember
Blacken my eye, set fire to my tie
As we dance to the Masochism Tango
At your command, before you here I stand
My heart is in my hand……eeeaalluch
It's here that I must be
My heart entreats, just hear those savage beats
And go put on your cleats,
And come and trample me.
Your heart is hard as stone or mahogany
That's why I'm in such exquisite agony
My soul is on fire; it's aflame with desire
Which is why I perspire when we tango
You caught my nose in your left castanet, love,
I can feel the pain yet, love,
Every time I hear drums
And I envy the rose, that you held in your teeth, love,
With the thorns underneath, love
Sticking into your gums
You eyes cast a spell that bewitches
The last time I needed 20 stitches
To sew up the gash you made with your lash
As we danced to the Masochism Tango
Bash in my brain, and make me scream with pain
Then kick me once again
And say we'll never part
I know too well, I'm underneath your spell,
So, darling, if you smell something burning
it's my heart….hic…excuse me…
Take your cigarette from its holder
And burn your initials in my shoulder
Fracture my spine
And swear that you're mine
As we dance to the Masochism Tango. Olé!
~ Tom Lehrer (1928 - ? )
_________ The Lord of the Dance _________
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I danced in the morning when the world was begun
I danced in the Moon and the Stars and the Sun
I came down from Heaven and I danced on Earth
At Bethlehem I had my birth:
Dance then, wherever you may be
I am the Lord of the Dance, said He!
And I'll lead you all, wherever you may be
And I'll lead you all in the Dance, said He!
(...lead you all in the Dance, said He!)
I danced for the scribe and the pharisee
But they would not dance and they wouldn't follow me
I danced for fishermen, for James and John
They came with me and the Dance went on:
I danced on the Sabbath and I cured the lame
The holy people said it was a shame!
They whipped and they stripped and they hung me high
And they left me there on a cross to die!
I danced on a Friday when the sky turned black
It's hard to dance with the devil on your back
They buried my body and they thought I'd gone
But I am the Dance and I still go on!
They cut me down and I leapt up high
I am the Life that'll never, never die!
I'll live in you if you'll live in Me ––
I am the Lord of the Dance, said He!
~ Sydney Carter (1915-2004)
Keep on dancin'... ;)
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