But practically everything leaves me totally cold
The only exception I know is the case
When I'm out on a quiet spree
Fighting vainly the old ennui
And I suddenly turn and see
Your fabulous face…
I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me why should it be true
That I get a kick out of you
Some get a kick from cocaine
I'm sure that if I took even one sniff
That would bore me terrifically too
But I get a kick out of you
I get a kick every time I see you
Standing there before me
I get a kick though it's clear to me
You obviously don't adore me
I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high with some guy in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do
Yet I get a kick out of you
I get a kick every time I see you
Standing there before me
I get a kick though it's clear to me
You obviously don't adore me
I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high with some guy in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do
Yet I get a kick out of you
I get a kick out of you.
As composed by the one and only Cole, and sung by the unforgettable Ella…
Montgomery Clift in Memoriam
(Thank you very much, Rob!)
3 comentários:
"My story is much too sad to be told." I assure you!
Ooops! no English. Sensibilidade , gosto disso.
Beijos,
Deixa lá, quero dizer, não será só a tua história, querida Tina, garanto-te, a minha também será...
Gosto MUITO do teu blog e do que lá encontro! Obrigado!
Beijinhos alfacinhas para a simpática paulista! :-)
It happened the dame to me, Hans. I watched a few films featuring him when I was a teen, and I only knew about him being gay a few years later. To be honest, I took that piece of news as a trophy: another great one belonging to the «group»!
Gute Nacht!
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