Saturday, June 30, 2012

Music to Be Silly, Very Silly

 Both these songs were very popular and dearly beloved in the 1940's; they were sung by the best singers, Bing Crosby and Frank Sinatra.  But Spike Jones, the very talented--I guessed you'd called him a musical comedian--sent these up in the most hilarious way. I remember listening to Dr. Demento in the 70s and hearing these. Still funny. Check out the lyrics, then with the 'musical depreciation.' 

Spike Jones Love in Bloom and That Old Black Magic

 Love in Bloom (originally sung by Bing Crosby)

 Can it be the trees that fill the breeze with rare and magic perfume?
Oh, no, it isn't the trees, it's love in bloom
Can it be the spring that seems to bring the stars right into this room?
Oh, no, it isn't the spring, it's love in bloom

My heart was a desert
You planted a seed
And this is the flower
This hour of sweet fulfillment

Is it all a dream, the joy supreme that came to us in the gloom?
You know it isn't a dream, it's love in bloom

 That Old Black Magic (originally sung by Frank Sinatra)

That old black magic has me in its spell, that old black magic that you weave so well.
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
That same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.
The same old tingle that I feel inside, and then that elevator starts its ride
And down and down I go, round and round I go, like a leaf that's caught in the tide.
I should stay away, but what can I do?
I hear your name and I'm aflame
Aflame with such a burning desire that only your kiss can put out the fire.
For you're the lover I have waited for, the mate that fate had me created for.
And every time your lips meet mine, darling, down and down I go, round and round I go
In a spin, loving the spin I'm in, under that old black magic called love.

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