Tuesday, May 31, 2011

 

Blogging

The thing about blogging.
Partly because of Facebook, partly because I've grown out of wanting to explicitly say how I feel.

So I let a lot of what I feel drift away.

Maybe it's time.
Time to blog again.

My religion still needs a god.

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(It Couldn't Please Me More)

Love you lots :)

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It Couldn't Please Me More

[FRAULEIN SCHNEIDER (spoken)]
Herr Schultz. Can I believe what I see?
But this is too much to accept.
It's so rare... so costly... so luxurious...

If you brought me diamonds,
If you brought me pearls,
If you brought me roses
Like some other gents
Might bring to other girls,
It couldn't please me more
Than the gift I see;
A pineapple for me.

[SCHULTZ]
If in your emotion
You begin to sway
Went to get some air
Or grabbed a chair
To keep from fainting dead away,
It couldn't please me more
Than to see you cling
To the pineapple I bring.

[BOTH]
Ah...

[FRAULEIN SCHNEIDER]
I can hear Hawaiian breezes blow

[BOTH]
Ah...

[SCHULTZ]
It's from California

[FRAULEIN SCHNEIDER]
Even so.
How am I to thank you?

[SCHULTZ]
Kindly let it pass,

[FRAULEIN SCHNEIDER]
Would you like a slice?

[SCHULTZ]
That might be nice,
But frankly, it would give me gas.

[FRAULEIN SCHNEIDER]
Then we shall leave it here,
Not ot eat, but see:

[BOTH]
A pineapple...

[FRAULEIN SCHNEIDER]
For me.

[SCHULTZ]
From me.

[BOTH]
Ah...

[FRAULEIN SCHNEIDER (spoken)]
But you must not bring me any more pineapples.
Do you hear?
It is not proper.
It is a gift a young man would bring to his lady-love.
It makes me blush.

[SCHULTZ (spoken)]
But there is no-one... no-one in all of Berlin who is more deserving.
If I could, I would fill your entire room with pineapples!

A pineapples
For you,

[FRAULEIN SCHNEIDER]
From you.

[BOTH]
Ah...

[FRAULEIN SCHNEIDER (spoken)]
I think I will lie down for a few moments. My head is spinning!

[SCHULTZ]
Fraulein Schneider... good evening.

[FRAULEIN SCHNEIDER]
Good evening, Herr Schultz.
I am... overwhelmed!

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