I was reminded of this performance by Marlene Dietrich by a post by Reclusive Leftist, who was suggesting Halloween outfits.
I first saw this in 1995 when I rented the movie to watch with my late life partner, Margaret Ardussi, after getting caught up in a biography of Marlene Dietrich that she had listened to from a recording made for the Books on Tape program for people with disabilities. I was happy to learn that Dietrich had lesbian crushes as a teenager and lesbian affairs as an adult — if she hadn’t, I probably wouldn’t find this so, uh, endearing, but she did, so I do. Less is more, Hollywood, less is more!
Reminder: all race cards expired at noon on January 20, 2009.
Did you ever happen to hear of voodoo?
Hear it and you won’t give a damn what you do.
Tom-toms put me under a sort of voodoo.
And the whole night long I don’t know the right from wrong.
Hot voodoo, black as mud.
Hot voodoo, in my blood.
That African tempo, has made a slave.
Hot voodoo, dance of sin.
Hot voodoo, worse than gin.
I’d follow a cave man, right into his cave.
That beat gives me a wicked sensation.
My conscience wants to take a vacation.
Got voodoo, head to toes.
Hot voodoo, burn my clothes.
I want to go dancing, just wearing a smile.
Hot voodoo, I’m aflame.
I’m really not to blame.
That African tempo, is meaner than mean.
Hot voodoo, makes me brave.
I want to misbehave.
I’m beginning to feel like, an African queen.
Those drums bring out the devil inside me.
I need some great big angel to guide me.
Hot voodoo, gets me wild.
Oh fireman, save this child.
I’m going to blazes.
I want to be bad!