Rus (A Love Song for Vlad)
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Tune: “The Moose Song”
Lyrics: c 1992 Karen Kahan I have known Norsemen and Mongols and Celts, Barbarians wearing naught else but their pelts, Frenchmen and Spaniards, Muslims and Gauls; Then I met a Russian with really big… shoulders. Yes, he’s Rus, Rus; I love a Rus. I’ve never met anyone quite like my Rus. If you offer another and tell me to choose, The other will always lose out to my Rus. As a worldly woman, I’d venture to say I’d conducted my trysts in a most discreet way And I never have acted the doxy or slut Till I gazed on my Rus and his fine Russian… eyes. Yes, he’s Rus, Rus; I love a Rus. I’ve never met anyone quite like my Rus. If you bring me Mel Gibson, I’ll firmly refuse; Braveheart himself can’t compare with my Rus. I vowed I’d be single the rest of my life And not met the man who could make me his wife. But I knew I’d stay with him through thin and through thick When I first saw my Rus and his great, massive… beard. Yes, he’s Rus, Rus; I love a Rus. I’ve never met anyone quite like my Rus. He’s big and he’s gruff but he’s never obtuse. I’ll never love anyone else but my Rus. This is my tale and I swear it is true. And now there is but one thing I must do: To give thanks to the gods in both story and song For my Russian true love and his wondrous… sense of humor! Yes, he’s Rus, Rus; I love a Rus. I’ve never met anyone quite like my Rus. Some may find heaven with sheep, or a moose, But I’ll look no further than my own dear Rus. Wyndreth's note--Kvetch the Uncivil has been the subject of some mystery and controversy. Is she my alter-ego? Perhaps. Perhaps she's simply a bad habit. Or an excuse to write things I don't want to put my own name on. :) I don't know. But she exists someplace even if only in a dimly-lit corner of my mind, and her name is on this--the only love song I've ever written. For the record, Vlad has no comment. |
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