torch song

Pocas veces, por no decir ninguna, he leído una descripción tan acertada del asunto. Uno a uno van desgranándose los tópicos de esas noches de alcohol, desamparo y rodada cuesta abajo. Y, claro, cantándola Dinah la cosa se pone seria. El final es apoteósico. Lástima para mí que no me guste la instrumentación, muy de la época y muy poco acorde a lo que ella va llorando hasta el lamento final.

Johnny Mercer sabía de qué hablaba, desgraciado talentoso en manos del alcohol. Análogamente para mi adorada Dinah.

Uuu, it's almost two
Been sittin' here wishing
That I could see you
That's why I'm drinking again
And thinkin' of when
You loved
Me

I'm havin' a few and wishing that you were here
I'm making the rounds and buying the rounds
For strangers
Yes, I'm being a fool just hoping that you'll appear

Sure, I can borrow a smoke
Maybe tell some joker a joke
But who's gonna laugh?
Who's gonna laugh at a broken heart?

That's why it's better
Drinking again
And thinking of when you left
Me

Can't you see I'm trying to make it on home
And we've got nothing but a memory

Maybe I can borrow a smoke
Maybe tell some joker a joke
But who's got the lure, the nerve to laugh at a broken heart?

That's why it's better
Drinking again
And thinking of when you left
Me

I'm trying to make it on home
With just a memory!
I know you heard me the first time!
I said I'm tryin' to make it on home
And ain't got nothing
Nothing but a memory