Segue in your head

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Let your heart be light
Everytime we say goodbye, I wonder why a little

Stuck in my head in '78:

My love is strong enough
To last when things are rough
It's magic
You say that I waste my time
But I can't get you off my mind
You should be dancing, yeah
Dancing, yeah

ledge's seamless seque is true to the subtle melancholy aspects, which originally were upfront, via lyrics: in Meet Me In St. Louis, Judy Garland is singing it to her little sister, after their father tells them he's moving the whole family to New York. This will be their last Christmas with their friends here. But the studio decreed the lyrics too Debbie Downer for Christmas, and/or too damn obvious. We do get "next year troubles will be far awaaay"--maybe we'll have put all this behind us, but a distance is involved, however it goes. The composer talks about it in Fresh Air's archive.

seamless *segue*, sorree

ha, nice!

Of freedom and of pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world

D-d-d-danger, watch behind you
There's a stranger out to find you now
When they do I'll be right behind you

So glad we've almost made it
So sad they had to fade it
Everybody wants to rule the world

this is not the first time you've tried to get away
this is not a party where people know your name
this ain't no mudd club or c.b.g.b.
i ain't got time for that now