Тексты песен «Romanovsky And Phillips»

Last night I tasted caviar Drank the best champagne and wine But I acted oh so bored Like I do it all the time (I do it all the time) Last night I met some people Who tried to bring me down With their sharp edged razor...

(A note of thanks to Tom Wilson Weinberg for his lyric "Not Gonna Stop Loving Men" which planted the seed for this song.) We don't have to stop loving each other We don't have to stop loving ourselves There's talk of...

(Language is a barometer of hatred and prejudice. We must be vigilant in recognizing and discontinuing the use of words with which we oppress each other.) When you speak you often use Some racist word or sexist phrase...

I was sixteen Going on twenty-one I called it a relationship You called it having fun We were best friends Doing things kids do And no matter what you'd like to think We were lovers too Chorus: Boys will be boys If...

I walked into the party And there you were again Looking so elusive Looking so pretend You smiled at me across the room Turned away and then Holding up the wall Continued teasing all the men Chorus: Well I'm not...

Working in a suit and tie On the twenty-second floor A wife who cooks and stays at home And children to support And they provide some comfort From your worries and your cares But you get your kicks in tearooms From...

It's not a simple case of breaking up One chapter's closed, another has begun Now I try to learn to call you my ex-lover But how do you ex-love someone? Are you a friend or foe or just a ghost? I see the hurt so deep...

(By an accident of birth, my adolescence took place in the early seventies instead of the early sixties. But now I'm ready to make up for all those beach parties I missed. Let's twist! - RR) Life with you's an...

(To Jay, whom I forgot to thank, and to the previous generation of gay and lesbian people for making my life a little easier. - RR) Were you robbing the cradle? Or was I robbing the rocking chair? All I know is that...

(For all the straight men who think that every gay man is out to seduce them, and for those gay men who indeed are.) With so many gay men and so little time It never has been an obsession of mine To try and pursue...

I gave you my heart To have and to hold You warmed it at first Then you dropped it cold Now you want to be friends Oh isn't that sweet Well maybe I can But first you'll have to go on a retreat Not the kind of a...

(I have no patience left for the Catholic Church. For those who do, it is my hope that you will not compromise yourselves but will aggressively work towards bringing them into the 20th century.) If there's something...

(Ah, the joys of dating...) I met a man with arms of steel He had muscles a-plenty and sex appeal He was hearty and hale The essence of male But his consciousness paled when compared... To a potato Why is it that when...

(The best laid plans of love and support can backfire...) I remember fondly the days when we first met You were shy and awkward, afraid of life and yet You were enchanting and so cute Your innocence was charming as was...

I saw (At least I think I saw) your new boyfriend He seems like a jerk He only said a word or two But I think I saw a smirk on his face When I stopped by your place To say goodbye And now I really don't know why I...

I looked for a reason I looked for the light I looked for some hope But there was none in sight Death and destruction In the minds of men At the push of a button It could be the end My brain's getting cloudy I'm feelin'...

(Dedicated to the memory of John Peterman, and to the future of people with AIDS and ARC.) He's big and he's proud He's abrasive and loud He can roar like a lion or be meek as a lamb God knows he's courageous And...

(Now more than ever, with the far right trying to define the structure of the family for us, we must honor and support the courageous women and men who affirm the true definition of family every day of their lives...

(This song came out of my first public drag experience at the age of 25, which brought back many memories of earlier private experiences. For my mother, who still has more pairs of shoes than any drag queen I know...

(Thanks to Michael Callen and his wonderful book, _Surviving AIDS_, for inspiring this song. Also, a tip of the hat to our friend Alix Dobkin for some general words of wisdom: "There's no payoff in being a pessimist.")...