Lirik Lagu The Talkative Woman And The Two-star General - Dory Previn
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Some other night, my loveSome other night you say?Of course, you’re right, dear GeneralBut before you go awayMay I please continue just a moment moreBefore you close the doorAnd goodbyeLet’s see, where was I?What had I just said?Oh yes, I was going on about colours,The different kinds of redSome reds are like familiar friends,They spring from the growing earthThey flow with the moon and tidesSome reds are the badges of brides and birthPlease don’t lose patience, General,Stay just a little while,I’m merely speaking of colours,Perhaps I’ll make you smile,Some reds are unnatural enemiesThey crawl out of open veinsThey creep and slide from gaping woundsLike medals of pride and painSome reds are close to purpleOh my darling, what do I mean?Please, don’t put on your jacket yet,Some reds are closer to greenSome other night my love,Some other night, you say?Of course, you’re right, dear General,You’re right to turn awayBut you recoil is something soilTo stain a sensitive soul such as yoursWould never be my goalBut I digress,Where was I?Oh yes…Back to the subject of coloursPerhaps if someone tried to wear the reds of birth and bridesIf one could lose his prideAnd see the other sidePerhaps he’d have less need to spillThe rude the crude the crawling reds that killYou’d better put on your jacket nowThere’s beginning to be a chillSuch a silly talkative woman am IForgive me if you willFor keeping you, dear General, sir,You have a quota to fillWhile I carry on about coloursPurple, green and redThe badges of the living,The medals of the dead
