Perhaps love
As time goes by  
Mack the knife
Smoke gets in your eyes
Selecciones del Gran Cole Porter
Selecciones de West Side Story
Selecciones de Candide
Selecciones de George y Ira Gershwin
Perhaps Love -- John Denver & Placido Domingo
Perhaps love is like a resting place

A shelter from the storm

It exists to give you comfort

It is there to keep you warm

And in those times of trouble

When you are most alone

The memory of love will bring you home
Perhaps love is like a window

Perhaps an open door

It invites you to come closer

It wants to show you more

And even if you lose yourself

And don't know what to do

The memory of love will see you through
Oh, love to some is like a cloud

To some as strong as steel

For some a way of living

For some a way to feel

And some say love is holding on

And some say letting go

And some say love is everything

And some say they don't know
Perhaps love is like the ocean

Full of conflict, full of pain

Like a fire when it's cold outside

Or thunder when it rains

If I should live forever

And all my dreams come true

My memories of love will be of you


As Time Goes By

-- Herman Hupfield from Everybody's Welcome (aka Casablanca)

   You must remember this, 

   a kiss is just a kiss,'

   A sigh is just a sigh,

   The fundamental things apply, 

   as time goes by.


   And when two lovers woo, 

   they still say "I love you,"

   on that you can rely,

   No matter what the future brings, 

   as time goes by.

   Moonlight and love songs, 

   never out of date,

   Hearts full of passion, 

   jealousy and hate,

   Woman needs man, and man must have his mate,

   there's no one can deny.

   It's still the same old story, 

   a fight for love and glory,

   A case of do or die,

   The world will always welcome lovers,

   as time goes by.

Mack the Knife

English by Marc Blitzstein

	Original German by Bert Brecht

	Music by Kurt Weill

	from The Threepenny Opera" (1955)

Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear

And he shows them pearly white.

Just a jack knife has Macheath, dear

And he keeps it out of sight.

When the shark bites with his teeth, dear

Scarlet billows start to spread.

fancy gloves, though, wears Macheath, dear

So there's not a trace of red.

On the side-walk Sunday morning

Lies a body oozing life;

Someone's sneaking 'round the corner.

Is the someone Mack the Knife?

From a tugboat by the river

A cement bag's dropping down;

The cement's just for the weight, dear.

Bet you Mackie's back in town.

Louie Miller disappeared, dear

After drawing out his cash;

And Macheath spends like a sailor.

Did our boy do something rash?

Sukey Tawdry, Jenny Diver,

Polly Peachum, Lucy Brown

Oh, the line forms on the right, dear

Now that Mackie's back in town.


Smoke Gets In Your Eyes

-- Lyric by Otto Harbach

      Music by Jerome Kern

      from Roberta (1933) 	

They asked me how I knew

My true love was true?

I of course replied,

"Something here inside,

Cannot be denied,"

They said some-day you'll find,

All who love are blind.

When your heart's on fire,

You must realize

Smoke gets in your eyes.

So I chaffed them and I gaily laughed,

to think they could doubt my love.

Yet today, My love has flown away.

I am without my love.

Now laughing friends deride,

Tears I cannot hide,

So I smile and say,

~When a lovely flame dies,

Smoke gets in your eyes."

Selecciones del Gran Cole Porter

Down in the Depths

-- Cole Porter

With a million neon rainbows burning below me,

And a million blazing taxis raising a roar,

Here I sit, above the town,

In my pet-paillated gown,

Down in the depths

of the ninetieth floor.

While the crowds in all the nightclubs punish the parquet,

And the bars are packed with couples calling for more,

I'm deserted and depressed

In my regal-eagle nest,

Down in the depths

of the ninetieth floor.

When the only one you wanted wants another,

What's the use of swank and cash in the bank galore?

Why, even the janitor's wife

Has a perfectly good love life,

And here I am, facing tomorrow,

Alone in my sorrow,

Down in the depths

of the ninetieth floor.

So in Love

-- Cole Porter

Strange dear, but true dear,

When I'm close to you, dear,

The stars fill the sky,

So in love with you am I.

Even without you, 

My arms fold about you, 

You know, darling why,

So in love with you am I.

In love with the night mysterious,

The night when you first were there.

In love with my joy delirious, 

The thought that you might care.

So taunt me, and hurt me,

Decieve me, desert me,

I'm yours till I die,

So in love with you am I.

In the Still of the Night

-- Cole Porter

In the still of the night

as I gaze from my window

at the moon in its flight

my thoughts all stray to you.

In the still of the night

while the world is in slumber,

oh, the times without number,

darling, when I say to you

      "Do you love me as I love you?

      Are you my life-to-be, my dream come true?"

      Or will this dream of mine

      fade out of sight

like the moon growing dim

on the rim of the hill

in the chill still of the night?

Night and Day
-- Cole Porter

        from The Gay Divorce (1932) 

Like the beat, beat, beat, of the tom-tom;

	When the jungle shadows fall,

Like the tick, tick, tock of the stately clock, 

	as it stands against the wall,

Like the drip, drip, drip, of the raindrops,

	When the summer show'r is through;

So a voice within me keeps repeating, you, you, you --

Night and day

   you are the one,

Only you 

   beneath the moon 

   And under the sun.

Whether near to me or far,

   It's no matter, 

   darling, where you are

I think of you

Night and day.

Day and night 

    Why is it so,

That this longing for you follows 

    where-ever I go?

In the roaring traffic's boom,

    In the silence of my lonely room,

I think of you,

Night and day.

Night and day

    under the hide of me

There's an 

    Oh, such a hungry yearning,

        burning inside of me.

And its torment won't be through

    'Til you let me spend my life 

        making love to you,

Day and night,

Night and day.

I Get a Kick Out of You

-- Cole Porter

    from Anything Goes

My story is much too sad to be told.

But pracitically ev'rything 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?

sanitized				unsanitized

Some like a bop type refrain.		Some get a kick from cocaine.

I'm sure that if I heard even one riff	I'm sure that if I took even one sniff

That would bore me terrific'ly too.

Yet I get a kick out of you.

I get a kick ev'ry time  I see

You're 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.

You're the Top

-- Cole Porter

    from Anything Goes

You're the top!

You're the Coloseum.

You're the top!

You're the Louvre Museum

You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss.

You're a Bendel bonnet,

A Shakespeare sonnet,

You're Mickey Mouse.

You're the Nile,

You're the Tow'r of Pisa.

You're the smile

On the Mona Lisa.

I'm a worthless check a total wreck a flop,

But if, baby, I'm the bottom

You're the top!

Anything Goes

-- Cole Porter

      from Anything Goes

In olden days a glimpse of stocking

Was looked on as something shocking,

But now, God knows,

Anything goes.

Good authors too who once knew better words

Now only use four-letter words,

Writing prose,

Anything goes.

Sanitized				Unsanitized

The world has gone mad today		If driving fast cars you like,

And good's bad today,			If low bars you like,

And black's white today,		If old hymns you like,

And day's night today,			If bare limbs you like,

When most guys today			If Mae West you like,

That women prize today,			Or me undressed you like,

Are just silly gigolos;			Why, nobody will oppose.

So though I'm not a great romancer	When ev'ry night the set that's smart is in-

I know that you're bound to answer	Truding in nudist parties in 

when I propose,				Studios,

Anything goes.				Anything goes.


Selecciones de West Side Story

--Leonard Berstein & Stephen Sondheim

Something's Coming

Could be!  Who knows?

There's something due any day;

I will know right away,

Soon as it shows.

It may come cannon-balling down thru the sky,

Gleam in its eye,

Bright as a rose!

Who knows?

It's only just out of reach,

Down the block, on a beach,

Under a tree...

I got a feeling there's a miracle due,

Gonna come true,

Coming to me!

Could it be?  Yes it could.

Something's coming, something good,

If I can wait!

Something's coming,

I don't know what it is,

But it is 

Gonna be great!

With a click, with a shock,

Phone'll jingle, door'll knock,

Open the latch!

Something's coming, don't know when--

   but it's soon;

Catch the moon,

One-handed catch!

Around the corner,

Or whistling down the river,

Come on, deliever

To me.

Will it be?   Yes, it will.

Maybe just by holding still,

It'll be there!

Come on something, come on in,

don'tbe shy,

Meet a guy,

Pull up a chair!

The air is humming,

And something great is coming!

Who knows?

It's only just out of reach,

Down the block, on a beach,

Maybe tonight....



Puerto Rico,  You lovely island,

Island of tropical breezes.

Always the pineapples growing,

Always the coffee blossom blowing.


Puerto Rico,  You ugly island,

Island of tropic diseases.

Always the hurricanes blowing,

Always the population growing,

And the money owing,

And the babies crying,

And the bullets flying.

I like the island Manhattan.

Smoke on your pipe and put that in!

Girls sans Rosalia

I like to be in America!

O.K. by me in America!

Ev'rything free in America

For a small fee in America!

R: I like the city of San Juan.

A: I know a boat you can get on.

R: Hundreds of flowers in full bloom.

A: Hundreds of people in each room!

Girls sans Rosalia

Automobile in America.

Chromium steel in America.

Wirespoke wheel in American,

Very big deal in America!

R: I'll drive a Buick through San Juan

A: If there's a road you can drive on.

R: I'll give my cousins a free ride.

A: How you get all of them inside?

Girls sans Rosalia

Immigrants goes to America.

Many hellos in America.

Nobody knows in American,

Puerto Rico's in America!

R: I'll bring a T.V. to San Juan.

A: If there's a current to turn on!

R: I'll give them new washing machine.

A: What have they got there to keep clean?

Girls sans Rosalia

I like the shores of America.

Comfort is yours in America.

Knobs on doors in American,

Wall-to-wall floors in America!

R: When I will go back to San Juan.

A: When you will shut up and get gone!

R: Ev'ryone there will give big cheer!

A: Ev'ryone there will have moved here!


Tonight, tonight,

Won't be just any night,

Tonight there will be no morning star.

Tonight, tonight, 

I'll see my love tonight!

And for us, stars will stop where they are.

Today The minutes seem like hours,

The hours go so slowly,

And still the sky is light.

Oh moon, grow bright,

And make this endless day endless night!

I Feel Pretty


I feel pretty,

Oh so pretty,

I feel pretty and witty and bright,

And I pity Any girl who isn't me tonight.

I feel charming,

Oh so charming,

It's alarming how charming I feel,

And so pretty That I hardly can believe I'm real.

See the pretty girl in that mirror there:

Who can that attractive girl be?

Such a pretty face,  Such a pretty dress,

Such a pretty smile,  Such a pretty me!

I feel stunning

And entrancing,

Feel like running and dancing for joy,

For I'm loved By a pretty wonderful boy!


Have you met my good friend Maria,

The craziest girl on the block?

You'll know her the minute you see her,

She's the one who is in an advanced state of shock.

She thinks she's in love.  She thinks she's in Spain.

She isn't in love,  She's merely insane.

It must be the heat Or some rare disease,

Or too much to eat  Or maybe it's fleas.

Keep away from her,  Send for Chino!

This is not the Maria we know!

Modest and pure, Polite and refined,

Wellbread and mature, And out of her mind!

Miss America!  Speech!  Speech!


I feel pretty, Oh so pretty

That the city should give me its key.

A committee

Should be organized to honor me.

I feel dizzy,  I feel sunny,

I feel fizzy and funny and fine,

And so pretty, Miss America can just resign!


See the pretty girl in that mirror there:	What mirror where?

Who can that attractive girl be?		Which? What? Where? Whom?

Such a pretty face,  Such a pretty dress,	Whommm?  Whommm?

Such a pretty smile,  Such a pretty me!		Whommm?

I feel stunning

And entrancing,

Feel like running and dancing for joy,

For I'm loved By a pretty wonderful boy!


There's a place for us,

Somewhere a place for us.

Peace and quiet and open air

Wait for us Somewhere.

There's a time for us,

Some day a time for us,

Time together with time to spare,

Time to look, time to care,



We'll find a new way of living,

We'll find a way of forgiving


There's a place for us,

A time and place for us.

Hold my hand and we're half way there.

Hold my hand and I'll take you there




Selecciones de Candide
--Leonard Berstein & Richard Wilbur

Glitter and Be Gay

Glitter and be gay,

That's the part I play;

Here I am in Paris, France,

Forced to bend my soul

To a sordid role,

Victimized by bitter, bitter circumstance.

Alas for me!  Had I remained 

Beside my lady mother,

My virtue had remained unstained

Until my maiden hand was gained

By some Grand Duke or other.

Ah, 'twas not to be;

Harsh necessity

Brought me to this gilded cage.

Born to higher things,

Here I droop my wings,

Ah!  Singing of a sorrow nothing can assuage.

And yet of course I rather like to revel, 

	Ha ha!

I have no strong objection to champagne,

	Ha ha!

My wardrobe is expensive as the devil,

	Ha ha!

Perhaps it is ignoble to complain...

Enough, enough

Of being basely tearful!

I'll show my noble stuff

By being bright and cheerful!

	Ha ha ha ha ha!  Ha!

Pearls and ruby rings...

Ah, how can worldly things

Take the place of honor lost?

Can they compensate

For my fallen state,

Purchased as they were at such an awful cost?


Can they dry my tears?

Can they blind my eyes to shame?

Can the brightest brooch

Shield me from reproach?

Can the purest diamond purify my name?

And yet of course these trinkets are endearing,

	Ha ha!

I'm oh, so glad my sapphire is a star,

	Ha ha!

I rather like a twenty-carat earring,

	Ha ha!

If I'm not pure, at least my jewels are!

Enough!  Enough!

I'll take their diamond necklace

And show my noble stuff

By being gay and reckless!

	Ha ha ha ha ha!  Ha!

Observe how bravely I conceal

The dreadful, dreadful shame I feel.

Ha ha ha ha!

I Am Easily Assimilated

I was not born in sunny Hispania,

My father came from Rovno Gubernya.

But now I'm here, I'm dancing a tango;

Di dee di!  Dee di dee di!

I am easily assimilated.

I am so easily assimilated.

I never learned a human language.

My father spoke a High Middle Polish.

In one half-hour I'm talking in Spanish:

Por favor!  Toreador!

I am easily assimilated.

I am so easily assimilated.

It's easy, it's ever so easy!

I'm Spanish, I'm suddenly Spanish!

And you must be Spanish, too.

Do like the natives do.

These days you have to be

In the majority

	Tus labios rubí

	Dos rosas que se abren a mí,

	Conquistan mi corazón,

	Y sólo con

	Una canción.

Mis labios rubí

Dreiviertel Takt, mon très cher ami,

Oui ou, sí sí ja ja ja, yes yes, da da.

Je ne sais quoi!

	Me muero, me sale una hernia!

A long way from Rovno Gubernya!

Mis/Tus labios rubí

Dos rosas que se abren a mí,

Conquistan mi corazón,

Y sólo con

Una divina canción.

De tus labios rubí!

Rubí!  Rubí!


Nothing More Than This

Is it this, the meaning of my life,

The sacred trust I treasure,

Nothing more than this?

All of my hope and pleasure,

No more than this?

The love I dreamed and cried for,

Nothing more than this?

All that I killed and died for,

No more than this?

That smile, that face, that halo around it,

That youth, that charm, that grace,

Behold I have found it,

Nothing more than this,

No more than this.

What did you dream,

Angel face with flaxen hair,

Soul as dead as face was fair?

Did you ever care?

Yes, you cared for what these purses hold,

You cared for gold, you cared for gold.

Take it for my kiss, my bitter kiss,

Since it was this you wanted,

No more than this.

Selecciones de George y Ira Gershwin

They Can't Take That Away from Me

-- George & Ira Gershwin

	   from Shall We Dance (1937)

Our romance won't end on a sorrowful note,

	Though by tomorrow you're gone;

The song is ended, but as the songwriter wrote, 

	"The melody lingers on"

    They may take you from me,

	I'll miss your fond caress.

    But though they take you from me,

	I'll still possess:

    The way you wear your hat,

	The way you sip your tea,

    The mem'ry of all that--

No, no!  They can't take that away from me!

    The way you smile just beams,

	The way you sing off key,

    The way you haunt my dreams --

No, no!  They can't take that away from me!

    We may never, never meet again

	On the bumpy road to love,

    Still I'll always, always keep

	The mem'ry of --

    The way you hold your knife,

	The way we danced till three,

    The way you've changed my life --

No, no!  They can't take that away from me!

No! They can't take that away from me!

But Not for Me

-- George & Ira Gershwin

  from Girl Crazy (1930)

Old Man Sunshine -- listen, you!

Never tell me Dreams Come True!

	Just try it --

    And I'll start a riot.

Beatrice Fairfax -- don't you dare

Ever tell me he will care;

	I'm certain

    It's the Final Curtain.

    I never want to hear

    From any cheer-

	Ful Pollyanans,

    Who tell you Fate

    Supplies a Mate --

	It's all bananas!

They're writing songs of love,

	But not for me;

A lucky star's above,

	But not for me.

With Love to Lead the Way,

I've found more Clouds of Grey

Than any Russian play

	Could guarantee.

I was a fool to fall

	And Get That Way;

Heigh ho! Alas! and al-

	So, Lackaday!

Although I can't dismiss

The mem'ry of his kiss --

	I guess he's not for me.

He's knocking on a door,

	But not for me;

He'll plan a two by four,

	But not for me.

I know that Love's a Game;

Im puzzled, just the same --

Was I the Moth or Flam...?

	I'm all at sea.

It all began so well,

	But what an end!

This is the time a Fell --

	Er Needs a Friend;

When ev'ry happy plot

Ends with the marriage knot --

	and there's no knot for me.

The Back Bay Polka

-- George & Ira Gershwin

	from The Shocking Miss Pilgrim(1946)


	Give up the fond embrace,

	Pass up that pretty face;

	You're of the human race --

	    But not in Boston.

	Think as your neighbors think,

	Make lemonade your drink;

	You'll be the Missing Link --

    If you don't wear spats in Boston.

	Books that are out of key

	    We quickly bury;

	You will find liberty

	    In Mr. Webster's dictionary.

	New York or Philadelph'

	Won't put you on the shelf

	If you would be yourself --

    But you can't be yourself in Boston.


	Don't speak the naked truth --

	What's naked is uncouth;

	It may go in Duluth --

	    But not in Boston.

	Keep up the cultured pose

	By looking down your nose;

	Keep up the status quos --

    Or they'll keep you out of Boston.

	At natural history

	    We are colossal;

	That is because, you see,

	    At first hand we study the fossil.

	Strangers are all dismissed --

	(Not that we're prejudiced)

	You simply don't exist --

    If you haven't been born in Boston.


	Somewhere the fairer sex

	Has curves that are convex,

	and girls don't all wear "specs" --

	    But not in Boston.

	One day it's much too hot,

	Then cold as you-know-what;

	In all the world there's not

    Weather anywhere like Boston.

	You're of the bourgeoisie,

	    And no one bothers --

	Not if your fam'ly tree

	    Doesn't date from the Pilgrim


	Therefore, when all is said,

	Life is so limit-ed,

	You find, unless you're dead,

    You never get ahead in Boston.

	You never get ahead,

	Unless you're dead --

    You never get ahead in Boston.

Fascinating Rhythm

--George & Ira Gershwin

	from Lady, Be Good! (1924)

Got a little rhythm, a rhythm, a rhythm

  That pit-apats through my brain;

    So darn persistent,

    The day isn't distant

  When it'll drive me insane.

    Comes in the morning

    Without any warning,

  And hangs around me all day.

    I'll have to sneak up to it

    Someday, and speak up to it.

 I hope it listens when I say:

    Fascinating Rhythm,

  You've got me on the go!

    Fascinating Rhythm,

      I'm all a-quiver.

    What a mess you're making!

  The neighbors want to know

    Why I'm always shaking

      Just like a flivver.

Each morning I get up with the sun --

      Start a-hopping,

      Never stopping --

To find at night no work has been done.

      I know that

    Once it didn't matter --

  But now you're doing wrong;

    When you start to patter

      I'm so unhappy.

    Won't you take a day off?

  Decide to run along

    Somewhere far away off --

      And make it snappy!

Oh, how I long to be the man I used to be!

    Fascinating Rhythm,

Oh, won't you stop picking on me?

'S Wonderful

-- George & Ira Gershwin

  from Funny Face (1927)

  'S wonderful! 'S marvelous --

     You should care fore me!

  'S awful nice! 'S Paradise --

     'S what I love to see!

You've made my life so glamorous,

You can't blame me for feeling amorous,

  Oh, 's wonderful! 'S marvelous --

  That you should care for me!

Nice Work If You Can Get It

-- George & Ira Gershwin

  from A Damsel in Distress (1937)

  Holding hands at midnight 

    'Neath the starry sky

  It's nice work if you can get it

    And you can get it if you try.

  Strolling with the one girl

    Sighing sigh after sigh

  It's nice work if you can get it

    And you can get it if you try.

Just imagine someone 

    Waiting at the cottage door,

Where two hearts become one

    Who could ask for anything more?

  Lovin' who loves you

    And then taking that vow

  It's nice work if you can get it

    And you can get it, 

  Won't you tell me how?

Let's Call the Whole Thing Off

-- George & Ira Gershwin

	   from Shall We Dance (1937)

Things have come to a pretty pass.

Our romance is growing flat!

For you like this or the other,

and I go for this or that!

Goodness knows what the end will be,

I don't know where I am at (???)

It looks as if we two will never be one.

Something must be done.


You say E-ther and I say I-ther.

You say nE-ther and I say nI-ther.

E-ther, I-ther, 

nE-ther, nI-ther

Let's call the whole thing off!

You like po-tay-to and I like po-tah-to.

You like to-may-to and I like to-mah-to.

Po-tay-to, po-tah-to,

To-may-to, to-mah-to,

Let's call the whole thing off!

But oh, if we call the whole thing off,

then we must part.

And oh, if we ever part 

that would just break my heart.

So if you go for oi-sters and I go fer er-sters,

I'll order oi-sters and cancel my er-sters.

For we know we 

need each other so we

better call the calling off off,

Let's call the whole thing off!


You say a-fter and I say ah-fter,

You say la-fter and I say lah-fter.

A-fter, ah-fter,

La-fter, lah-fter,

let's call the whole thing off!

You say vanilla and I say vanella,

You s'asperilla and I s'asperella.

Vanilla, vanella,

chocoloate, strawberries!

Let's call the whole thing off!

But oh, if we call the whole thing off,

then we must part.

And oh, if we ever part 

that would just break my heart.

You like pajamas and I like pajahmas.

I'll wear pajamas and give up pajahmas.

For we know we 

need each other so we

better call the calling off off,

Let's call the whole thing off!