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  • Текст песни Tom Lehrer - Alma

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    Last December 13th, there appeared in the newspapers the juiciest, spiciest, raciest obituary it has ever been my pleasure to read. It was that of a lady named Alma Mahler Gropius Werfel, who had, in her lifetime, managed to acquire as lovers practically all of the top creative men in central Europe. And, among these lovers, who were listed in the obituary, by the way, which is what made it so interesting, there were three whom she went so far as to marry: One of the leading composers of the day, Gustav Mahler, composer of "Das Lied von der Erde" and other light classics, one of the leading architects, Walter Gropius, of the "Bauhaus School of Design", and one of the leading writers, Franz Werfel, author of the "Song of Bernadette" and other masterpieces.

    It's people like that who make you realize how little you've accomplished. It is a sobering thought, for example, that when Mozart was my age, he had been dead for two years!

    It seemed to me, on reading this obituary, that the story of Alma was the stuff of which ballads should be made, so here is one:

    The loveliest girl in Vienna
    Was Alma, the smartest as well
    Once you picked her up on your antenna
    You'd never be free of her spell
    Her lovers were many and varied
    From the day she began her beguine
    There were three famous ones whom she married
    And God knows how many between . . .

    Alma, tell us:
    All modern women are jealous
    Which of your magical wands
    Got you Gustav and Walter and Franz?

    The first one she married was Mahler
    Whose buddies all knew him as Gustav
    And each time he saw her he'd holler:
    „Ach, that's the fraulein I must have!“
    Their marriage, however, was murdah
    He'd scream to the heavens above:
    „I'm writing Das Lied von der Erde
    Snd she only wants to make love!“

    Alma, tell us:
    All modern women are jealous
    You should have a statue in bronze
    For bagging Gustav and Walter and Franz

    While married to Gus she met Gropius
    And soon she was swinging with Walter
    Gus died and her teardrops were copious
    She cried all the way to the altar
    But he would work late at the Bauhaus
    And only came home now and then
    She said: „What am I running, a chow house?
    It's time to change partners again!“

    Alma, tell us:
    All modern women are jealous!
    Though you didn't even use Ponds
    You got Gustav and Walter and Franz

    While married to Walt she met Werfel
    And he too was caught in her net
    He married her but he was careful
    'Cause Alma was no Bernadette
    And that is the story of Alma
    Who knew how to receive and to give
    The body that reached her embalmah
    Was one that had known how to live!

    Alma, tell us:
    How can they help being jealous?
    Ducks always envy the swans
    Who get Gustav and Walter
    You never did falter
    With Gustav and Walter and Franz!

    I know some people feel that marriage as an institution is dying out, but I disagree. And the point was driven home to me rather forcefully not long ago by a letter I received which said: „Darling, I love you, and I cannot live without you. Marry me, or I will kill myself.“ Well, I was a little disturbed at that until I took another look at the envelope, and saw that it was addressed to "Occupant"...

    Speaking of love, one problem that recurs more and more frequently these days, in books and plays and movies, is the inability of people to communicate with the people they love: husbands and wives who can't communicate, children who can't communicate with their parents, and so on. And the characters in these books and plays and so on, and in real life, I might add, spend hours bemoaning the fact that they can't communicate. I feel that if a person can't communicate, the very least he can do is to shut up!

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