Doing some research for a magazine piece, I came across the last lyric ever written by the brilliant Lorenz Hart. “To Keep My Love Alive” is a caustic and funny song about a woman’s reasons for doing away with her various lovers. Here’s a sample:
I thought Sir George had possibilities,
but his flirtations made me ill at ease,
and when I’m ill at ease
I kill at ease
To keep my love alive.
Sir Charles came from a sanatorium
and yelled for drinks in my emporium
I mixed one drink
He’s in memorium
To keep my love alive.
Sir Francis was a singing bird
A nightingale. That’s why
I tossed him off my balcony
To see if he could fly
Sir Athelstane indulged in fratricide;
He killed his dad and that was patricide
One night I stabbed him at my mattress side
To keep my love alive,
To keep my love alive.