Monday, October 1, 2012

From The Porter To The McCarthy







MADE FOR EACH OTHER makes me yearn for a shade of red, that is, hyperlink red.
This post would be so much simpler if I could just cut & paste the lyrics from a Jack McCarthy website.

This world would be a much better place if such a website existed.








"Porter," in the title, refers to Cole Porter whose controversial LOVE FOR SALE is an adjacent post. The superior reality of the Lewis Carroll School notwithstanding, I could not telephone Mr. Porter for permission to reprint his lyrics. But Jack lives in New York and we talk on the phone quite frequently. I misplaced the copy of lyrics he sent me so I am presently in multiple repeat listening mode as I type what you are reading.
Life is just a smorgasbord of bad news and good news but we are what we eat.

MADE FOR EACH OTHER ©

Slimy little Nicky was a small-time pimp
Short fat Freddy was a drug-dealing wimp
They were a nightmare negavating everybody's dreams
But they shared a common hatred for each other it seems.

They were scuffling in the hall of the Hotel Taft
When they took a little spill down the elevator shaft
Twelve storeys later, it was That's All Brother
Don't it seem like some people were made for each other.

Made for each other like Cain and his brother
Made for each other like Oedipus and his mother
Made for each other...Jul-i-et and Rom-e-o-o
Made for each other...Larry, Curly and Moe.

Morris the landlord didn't have any friends
But he took what he could and drove a Mercedes Benz
Lester the lawyer was always on the attack
He never gave an inch in his Cadillac-lac-lac

The sign said Yield, of course, neither of them would
It was a crunched up fender and a dinged-up hood
Now there were even some aspersions cast about Lester's mother
Oooo weee what a dawning! They were made for each other.
Made for each other like drunkards and wine
Made for each other like the bride and Frankenstein
Made for each other like Dee Dum and Tweedle
Made for each other like dope fiends and needles.

I was standing in church with your cousin Walter
Every bit of my resolve was beginning to falter
Honey getting married is an altered state
Every fiber in my body screams Wait Wait Wait

The relatives are here acting relatively civil
Waiting for the beer when the preacher stops his drivel
Even as they sit distrustfully eyeballing one another
Everybody's in agreement: we were made for each other.

Made for each other...park benches and bums
Made for each other like hammers and thumbs
Made for each other like thorns and roses
Made for each other like rhinestones and noses.


© Curling Smoke Music & No Never Mind





Blogger's Note
The smorgasbord line is the copyrighted property of the Lewis Carroll School of Logic but we granted Mr. McCarthy permission to alter the spelling of Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum.

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