My love is a flame, not an ember!

I came across Tom Lehrer. How can I not have known him! I am evolving a more than serious crush by now! I have listened to most, yet not to all of his music — as I didn’t want to hear all in one rush and thus bereave myself of the fun to yet have another song I haven’t heard.

My favourite so far: The Masochism Tango

Tell me, is there any way of describing that man there that can do without the word “cute?” Don’t mistake me, I think I never used that word to describe a man ever before. But he is cuter than a key chain in that! And, oh my, so overwhelmingly submissive and nerdy — There’s no way to resist this! But, whether normally that type of man brings out the slightly more seme side in me — this display of devoutness only makes me want to hug him, and maybe place ribbons in his hair.

In seriousness, the way he sings that song, you get the impression that whoever the person taking advantage of him is, they must be not only sadists but a total jerks.

Of course, I do know that it is only the stage persona, and only for that specific song; yet, even this taken into account, it made me fall in love with the guy.

I know that Mr. Lehrer has been born in 1928. The only difference that makes, however, is that nowadays  I would hug him even more tenderly than I would have,  had we met back then when the recording was made.

Immortal.

Masochism Tango
Tom Lehrer

I ache for the touch of your lips, dear,
But much more for the touch of your whips, dear.
You can raise welts
Like nobody else,
As we dance to the masochism tango.

Say our love be a flame, not an ember,
Say it’s me that you want to dismember.
Blacken my eye,
Set fire to my tie,
As we dance to the masochism tango.

At your command
Before you here I stand,
My heart is in my hand — yuk!
It’s here that I must be.
My heart entreats,
Just hear those savage beats,
And go put on your cleats,
And come and trample me.
Your heart is hard as stone or mahogany,
That’s why I’m in such exquisite ah-gony.

My soul is on fire,
It’s aflame with desire,

Which is why I perspire
When we tango.

 

You caught my nose
In your left castanet, love,
I can feel the pain yet, love,
Every time I hear drums.
And I envy the rose
That you held in your teeth, love,
With the thorns underneath, love,
Sticking into your gums.

 

Your eyes cast a spell that bewitches;
the last time I needed twenty stitches
To sew up the gash
You made with your lash

As we danced to the masochism tango.

Bash in my brain,
And make me scream with pain,
Then kick me once again,
And say we’ll never part.
I know too well
I’m underneath your spell;
So, darling, if you smell
Something burning, it’s my heart.

Take your cigarette from it’s holder,
And burn your initials in my shoulder.
Fracture my spine,
And swear that you’re mine,
As we dance to the masochism tango.


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