My story is much too sad to be told,
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
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
I'm sure that if I took even one sniff
That would bore me terrifically too
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 really mean it)
Yes. . .
I
get
a
kick
out
of
you.
Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book
It took me years to write, will you take a look
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This was a kick.
ReplyDelete"Some get a kick from cocaine" got taken out at some point, maybe when they took the cocaine out of Coca-Cola.
ReplyDeleteProbly after Harry Anslinger became the first Bureau of Narcotics commissioner in 1930 and went batshit crazy to eradicate marijuana and cocaine. The Bureau's propaganda films - Reefer Madness and Coke Anyday - are hilarious attempts to scare the crap out of the good citizenry (and did) and sent people to prison for life for possession of a seed or two of marijuana.
ReplyDeleteThis must've been around the same time the Hays Office took all the fun out of Hollywood. Even Betty Boop had to cover up. I LOVE the movie Flying Down to Rio with all the girls balanced on the wings of airplanes. At one point it looks as if their dresses "somehow" blow off them, and in long shot they look nude. Obviously that was pre-Code (along with the infamous nude Tarzan and Jane swim).
ReplyDeleteHoover. Brought on the Great Depression.
ReplyDelete...in more ways than one!
ReplyDeleteHe Hoovered up all the fun.
ReplyDeleteRemember the song on All in the Family:
ReplyDelete"Mister, we could use a man like Herbert Hoover again." Why?
Irony. He was the big disappointment. Who but Hoover? Chicken in every pot. Great Depression. Booomp.
ReplyDeleteShould've put pot in every chicken.
ReplyDeleteYeah, and hired Sly Stone to do the campaign anthem: Gonna take you high-yer...
ReplyDeleteAppropos of almost nothing, watched the original King Kong tonite - what a scorcher! So obviously pre-code, with Faye Wray's little slip-dress slipping off her like a banana peel in the great ape's gigantic, sweaty hand. Umph umph.
ReplyDeleteSaw Wray in one of her first films -- The Most Dangerous Game -- a couple weeks ago. She made it with Joel McCrae a couple of years (1932?) before Kong. Awful movie but based on a classic story. Played it in an English class where I was subbing. The kids laffed at lines like "He's got me," spoken earnestly by a guy as he's being pulled under by a shark.
ReplyDeleteSeveral times during the movie I had to hit the mute button, Wray's screaming was so bad. It literally went on for half the movie. Makes you long for subtitles: Earsplitting scream! Earsplitting scream! Closed captioning or something. There was really no need, we got the idea, he was scary. Also there was a distinct feeling as she writhed around in his big sweaty hand that she was turned on, which is creepy even by today's standards. I think Wray was badly typecast in this and I don't think ever screamed again in a movie. Maybe she blew a vocal cord.
ReplyDeleteCan't remember the title of it, but I recently saw (on Turner Classics again: God, I'm getting old) the first fully-talking drama from 1929, a gangstah pictcha which had the immortal line in it, "Take. . . him. . . for. . . a. . . ride."