September 21, 2004
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I’ve had the lines from an operetta stuck in my mind but I can’t remember which one. it’s bugging me. does this ring a bell?
did you beat her choke her till you made her cry,
did her father take a poker did he hit you in the eye…
was she sad, were you bad, did he make you maaaaaad?
yes? no?
***update***
Primeva she’s good for what ails ya!
Jacques Offenbach’s comic opera, Lo jolie Parfumeuse
the neighbors’ chorus:
Please excuse us, mister, we don’t want to bother, we only want to know
Why do you look so low? Give us all the lowdown,
Did you reach a show-down with your last lady love?
Did she keep you waiting, did she break your date?
Please elucidate, please elaborate
Did she treat you badly, was she very bad?
Did she make you mad? Are you very sad?
Was she a very rich man’s daughter
Who showed that she was not all you thought her?
When with your songs of love you sought her,
Were you dowsed with water poured down from above?
Did you beat her, try to choke her till you made her pout?
Did her father take a poker, did he throw you out?
Did you beat her and choke her and knock her all about? Ah!
mmmmm… how fondly I remember singing this song!
Comments (15)
That would be a “no.”
No clue!!! It would have to be by someone semi-sadistic. Sondheim? Man of La Mancha? I have no idea.
oooh, oooh pick me pick me!
it’s tom and jerry, right?
http://cleave.blogs.com/pomomusings/2004/01/neighbors_choru.html
Offenbach. That figures.
james, I saw on your livejournal where you were listening to scarlatti, also one of my faves.
Unless what ails ya is unsightly toenail fungus.
I think, for me at least, the more important question is why did you have these particular lyrics running though your head? And I think it’s relevant, considering but wanted to know for sure.
Remember…
A) You are not a fool
2) You are beautiful, intelligent and lovable
iii) Not all that happens in life is your fault, such as the thoughts and actions of other people
And also? Remember that you’re loved by more people than just me… but I love you mooooore, my Lara myyyyy prreeeeeeeecccciouuusssss…
Timothy
(sorry, couldn’t resist… you understand, right?)
Primeva’s knowledge scares me.
why the hell do i know that song??? who sang it to me? where did it come from? how long will it now stay in my tiny head??????
Why am I not friggin’ surprised that Primeva knew that?
I may be the doyenne of data, but as maude is my witness, that Primeva is the absolute authority of all things artsy, literary, and musical.
lmao
Oh baybee. Come here and rest your head on my drooping boobs.
resting comfortably there… I shall ever remain Your Faithless Slut.
actually, that song gives me much cheerful mirth, you know, not in an evil way or anything.