In the last-- the song, I'll read
before I play it, set to music by Allen Toussaint
from New Orleans.
And he introduces a new singer named Clare Bathé.
And it's "Running for the Office of Love"--
is the name of the song.
And so I'll read it and then play it on the machine.
"I'm running for the office of love.
My heart is in the ring.
I'm bad at making speeches.
So I guess I'll have to sing a tune of moons and flowers
and things that go with spring, and things that go with spring.
Love is so political.
I don't remember it this way.
They'll curse you if you play it straight
and kill you if you're gay.
They say that love is dangerous, that it's best to do without.
So somebody has to speak for love.
That's why I'm singing out.
I'm running for the office of love.
My heart is in the ring.
I'm bad at making speeches.
So I guess I'll have to sing a tune of moons and flowers
and things that go with spring, and things that go with spring.
Love is like a loaded gun, a fool who stands in its way.
There was one man who was on the run.
He was trying to get away.
But love took careful aim at him.
She brought him in her sights.
He bought her wine and perfume and all
of her favorite delights.
He hadn't been paying attention and giving love her due.
She took away his peace of mind and plagued him with the blues.
I'm running for the office of love.
My heart is in the ring.
I'm bad at making speeches.
So I guess I'll have to sing a tune of moons and flowers
and things that go with spring, and things that go with spring.
They say that love is dangerous, it's on the radio,
that holding hands is fatal, a kiss can bring you low.
The papers-- they keep shouting that love means doom and gloom.
So love is lying low for a while until the next big bloom,
until her next big bloom.
I'm running for the office of love.
My heart is in the ring.
I'm bad at making speeches.
So I guess I'll have to sing a tune of moons and flowers
and things that go with spring, and things
that go with spring."
This is introducing-- I think this is her first record, Clare
Bathé.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
(SINGING) I'm running for the office of love.
My heart is in the ring.
I'm bad at making speeches.
So I guess I'll have to sing a tune of moons and flowers
and things that go with spring, and things that go with spring.
Love is so political.
I don't remember it this way.
They'll curse if you play it straight
and kill you if you're gay.
They say that love dangerous and best to do without.
So someone has to speak for love.
That's why I'm singing out.
I'm running for the office of love.
My heart is in the ring.
I'm bad at making speeches.
So I guess I'll have to sing a tune of moons and flowers
and things that go with spring, and things that go with spring.
Love is like a loaded gun, a fool who stands in its way.
There was one man who was on the run.
He was trying to get away.
But love took careful aim at him.
She brought him in her sights.
He bought her wine and perfume and all her favorite delights.
He hadn't been paying attention and giving love her due.
She took away his peace of mind and plagued him with the blues.
They say that love is dangerous, it's on the radio,
that holding hands is fatal, a kiss can bring you low.
The papers-- they keep shouting that love means doom and gloom.
So love is lying low for a while until her next big bloom.
I'm running for the office of love.
My heart is in the ring.
I'm bad at making speeches.
So I guess I'll have to sing a tune of moons and flowers
and things that go with spring, and things that go with spring,
and things that go with spring.
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Thanks.
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[INAUDIBLE]
Thank you.
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