CRUISING WITH RUBEN & THE JETS Later That Night Notes and Comments |
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You surely must be trying To break this heart of mine I thought you knew I loved you And we'd share a love so fine But later that night (You threw a) padlock on my door (My) clothes out on the street ('Cause you) don't want my love no more And I cryyyd I-I-I cryyyd Oh, I cried (I cried) My heart out Cried (I cried) My heart out Later that night |
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And I cryyyd I-I-I cryyyd I cried (I cried) My heart out Cried My heart out Later that night (Spoken) Don't go baby, don't put me out on the street. You threw my best sharkskin suit out on the lawn, right on top of some dog waste (I hold in my hand three letters from the stages of your fine, fine, super-fine career . . . ) and my best white shirts with the Mr. B collar laying all over the front lawn. Where's my cuff links? Lemme back in dere. Dere? Ha! |
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Velvetones: "Glory Of Love" (1957) I hold in my hand, dear, three letters Three letters from the stage of your fine, fine, super-fine career The first began "Eddie, darling, sweetheart, my wonderful one, I will always be grateful for the things that you've done" The second letter came right after I gave you your start Yes, it came from your pen, dear, but not from your heart The third became the joker of the deck You ended your letter enclosed "please sign my cheque" Why you fool! You poor, sad, worthless, foolish fool If you think that money can pay me For the hard years I've suffered till things broke your way Yes, I'm answering your last letter that says we must part I'm tearing it to pieces the way you tore up my heart I smile when you kiss me and I thrill at your touch My only sin was, I love you much too much |
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Several teams mentioned that this is for the most part the same monologue that had already appeared in Larry Darnell's two-part version of "I'll Get Along Somehow", which was a #2 R&B hit for him in 1949/50. However, the real originator of these lyrics was Bobby Marshall, another singer from Columbus, Ohio. As Darnell later related to Pete Grendysa: "I used to sneak into the Club Regal where he was working in Columbus before I was old enough to walk in the front door, and he was doing the song even then." | ||
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Foolish fool also mentioned in Frank song "Carol, You Fool" | ||
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And as some kind of intermission number I | ||
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"The Mr. B. collar refers to shirts patented by Billy Eckstine, bandleader, ballader and trumpeter, who devised a method of buttoning that would give his nexk room to swell (a necessity for trumpet-players) without popping the top button." | ||
And as some kind of intermission number II | ||
Lawrence Welk: | ||
Born 11 March 1903, Strasburg, North Dakota Died 17 May 1992, Santa Monica, Calif |
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"Huffa puffa, Huffa puffa There's no room to breathe in here" "That's alright honey. You can come out of the closet now" |
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