Tuesday, May 31, 2011


by David Yazbek
from Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown  (2010)

You think that Cupid’s got a bow?
Well no, Cupid’s got a needle.
It’ll find a vein -
Careful, ‘cause you’ll bleed a little.
But pretty soon romance will marinate your brain.
Then watch the temp’rature go up ...

You hardly sleep, because
Your sheets are wet -
Toss and turn for hours
And your sweat is sweet -
Smells like dying flowers.
You’ve got
Pain in your stomach like a long-neglected tooth,
Dilated pupils that refuse to see the truth
And that’s -

You’re sick, you’re sick.
You might not get through it.
Your aching heart is racing
And your brain can’t catch up to it.
That’s how you diagnose
An overdose of love.

You feel the itching on your skin
Then in — right down to your skeleton.
You seize, you freeze,
Knees turn into gelatin.
Then you’re on them, praying that
You’ll keep some self-respect,
But out of nowhere comes another side-effect.

Like when you see his face
You feel it in your eyes.
They start to water
Like the place between your thighs.
Whenever he gets close—
That’s an overdose of love.

You’re sick of what you’re saying.
You’re sick of what you’re thinking.
You’d have another drink
Except you’re sick of what you’re drinking.
While sitting there alone,
Longing for his touch
A little is elixir,
But too much is much too much.
You’re burning up.

The spark that started it
Became a raging fire.
The cobwebs in your head
Turned into razor wire.
It’s like a puzzle that you’ll never get the trick of —
The trick is you admitting
You’re sick of what you’re sick of.

You feel it on your tongue.
You feel it in your lips.
You feel it from your fingers
To the thing between your hips.
You collapse on the floor,
You shudder, you tingle.
The paramedic comes —
You wonder if he’s single.

You are sick sick sick.
You’re falling to pieces.
And the curse is the cure
Is worse than the disease is.
You’re dead, you’re toast,
You’ve overdosed on love.

Baby, you're sick.

I'm a great fan of the work of David Yazbek, composer and lyricist for The Full Monty and Dirty Rotten Scoundrels - two WONDERFUL musicals.  This past fall he opened his newest musical, the black comedy Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown, based on Pedro Almodovar's 1988 film.  He has completely captured the sensuality and passion of Madrid in Almodovar's film, and he's underscored the events with a distinctive and infectious Latin beat.  This was another one of my new cast albums and I've listened to it over and over and over ... it STILL has me laughing out loud at the darkly comic songs like this one and sighing at some beautfully tender ballads.

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