Len Cariou Now/Later/Soon Lyrics

FREDRIK:
Now, as the sweet imbecilities
Tumble so lavishly
Onto her lap,
Now, there are two possibilities:
A, I could ravish her,
B, I could nap.
Say
It's the ravishment, then we see
The option
That follows, of course:
A,
The deployment of charm, or B,
The adoption
Of physical force.
Now, B might arouse her,
But if I a__ume
I trip on my trouser
Leg crossing the room...
Her hair getting tangled,
Her stays getting snapped,
My nerves would be jangled,
My energy sapped...
Removing her clothing
Would take me all day,
And her subsequent loathing
Would turn me away,
Which eliminates B
And which leaves us with A.

Now, insofar as approaching it,
What would be festive
But have its effect?
Now, there are two ways of broaching it:
A, the suggestive,
And B, the direct.
Say
That I settle on B, to wit,
A charmingly
Lecherous mood,
A,
I could put on my nightshirt or sit
Disarmingly,
B, in the nude.
That might be effective;
My body's all right--
But not in perspective
And not in the light.
I'm bound to be chilly
And feel a buffoon,
But nightshirts are silly
In mid-afternoon.
Which leaves the suggestive,
But how to proceed?
Although she gets restive,
Perhaps I could read.
In view of her penchant
For something romantic,
De Sade is to trenchant
And d___ens too frantic,
And Stendhal would ruin
The plan of attack,
As there isn't much blue in
"The Red and the Black."
De Maupassant's candour
Would cause her dismay,
The Brontes are grander
But not very gay,
Her taste is much blander,
I'm sorry to say,
But is Hans Christian Ander-
Sen ever risque?
Which eliminates A...

Now, with my mental facilities
Partially muddied
And ready to snap,
Now, though there are possibilities
Still to be studied,
I might as well nap.
Bow
Though I must
To adjust
My original plan,
How
Shall I sleep
Half as deep
As I usually can,
When now I still want and/or love you,
Now as always,
Now, Anne?

HENRIK:
Later...
When is later?
All you ever hear is "Later, Henrik, Henrik, later."
"Yes, we know, Henrik,
Oh, Henrik,
Everyone agrees, Henrik,
Please, Henrik!"
You have a thought you're fairly bursting with,
A personal discovery or problem, and it's:
"What's your rush, Henrik?
Shush, Henrik!
Goodness, how you gush, Henrik!
Hush, Henrik!"
You murmur:
"I only--
It's just that--"
"For God's sake, later, Henrik!"
"Henrik...
Who is Henrik?
Oh, that lawyer's son, the one who mumbles.
Short and boring,
Yes, he's hardly worth ignoring,
And who cares if he's all dammed--"
I beg your pardon--
"Up inside?"
As I've often stated,
It's intolerable being tolerated.
"Reassure Henrik,
Poor Henrik.
Henrik, you'll endure
Being pure, Henrik."
Though I've been born, I've never been!
How can I wait around for later?
I'll be ninety on my deathbead
And the late, or, rather, later, Henrik Egerman.
Doesn't anything begin?

ANNE:
Soon, I promise,
Soon, I won't shy away,
Dear old--
Soon, I want to.
Soon, whatever you say.
Even now,
When you're close and we touch,
And you're kissing my brow,
I don't mind it too much.
And you'll have to admit I'm endearing,
I help keep things humming,
I'm not domineering--
What's one small shortcoming?
And think of how I adore you,
Think of how much you love me.
If I were perfect for you,
Wouldn't you tire of me
Soon,
All too soon,
Dear old--

ANNE: HENRIK: FREDRIK [asleep]:
Soon, Later... Now,
I promise. When is later? As the sweet imbecilities
Soon, All you ever hear is Trip on my trouser leg,
I won't shy away, "Yes, we know, Henrik, Stendhal elimanates A...
Oh, Henrik,
Dear old-- Everyone agrees,
Henrik, please,
Henrik..."
Soon, As I've
I want to. Often stated,
Soon,
Whatever you say. When? But when?
Even now, Maybe Maybe

When you're close Soon, soon, Later,
And we touch, I'll be ninety When I'm kissing your brow
And you're kissing And dead.
My brow And I'm stroking your head,
I don't mind it I don't mind it
Too much. Too much. You'll come into my bed.
And you'll have to Since I have to And you have to
Admit Admit Admit
I'm endearing, I find peering I've been hearing
I help Through life's All those tremulous cries,
Keep things humming, Grey windows
Impatiently Patiently
I'm not Not Not
Domineering-- Very cheering. Interfering
What's one Do I fear death? With those tremulous thighs.
Small shortcoming? Let it come to me Come to me
And think of Now, Soon,
How I adore you,
Think of Now, Soon,
How much you love me.
If I were perfect Now, Soon,
For you,
Wouldn't you Now... Soon...
Tire of me
Later? Come to me soon, Come to me soon,
We will, If I'm dead Straight to me,
Later. I can wait. Never mind how.
We will, How can I live Darling, now--
Soon... Until later? I still want and/or
Later... Love you,
Soon...
Later... Now as always,
Now...
Desiree!