Lyrics (what I could catch anyway): ANNOUNCER: (spoken) October 24, 1962. The Cuban missile crisis still shows no signs of subsiding. President Kennedy has signed a proclamation authorizing a navy blockade to stop an approaching fleet of Russian ships bound for Cuba, loaded with lethal nuclear warheads. Today, Pope John himself sent a message to the Soviet embassy in Rome pleading, and I quote “we beg all governments not to remain deaf to this cry of humanity and”- MARIE: That’s enough of that. (sung) Two forks, one knife. Two kids, one wife. Serving life to the Week and weary. Napkins folded, Jellos molded, Dinner’s cold did No one hear me? We sit at seven-thirty. That’s not an idle threat. The world might be slightly suicidal And unstable, But at least the table’s set For dinner. (spoken) Dinner! (sung) My mind stays pure. Am I strict? Sure. And the picture of Modern etiquette. Manners rank you. Please and thank you, Or I’ll spank you. Alright, I’ve spurned and Yet, what’s the other option? Give up? And make a bigger mess? Put both the kids up for adoption? Maybe, because lately, no one knows the stress Of dinner. (spoken) Dinner! (sung) I don’t have the answers for everything. Especially now, especially today. How do I tell you how everything Might be blown away? People aren’t perfect. We’re just pretending to be. And nothing is ending. We’re just trying to see. Who will back down first? And to what degree? We want to be free. But how do I tell you What won’t even sound true to me? I cook, I clean I drink caffeine I think routines are Close to holy From nine till 5, I’m still alive. Then they arrive. I die slowly. He pulls into the driveway, And all my freedom fades away. Take in the laundry from the clothesline, Clean the dishes until all of them shine. No time to whine. It’s time to dine. So forget who else you were, Because they’re here and you’re her And it’s Dinner! Dinner! (spoken) What?
Her voice is just so animated, expressive and full of character. She's like 8 different, fully fledged voices in one powerful package.
wow so im in love with grace mclean
This will always be my mood with everything going on
I need an hour loop of this. This is how I calm down
Lyrics (what I could catch anyway):
ANNOUNCER:
(spoken)
October 24, 1962. The Cuban missile crisis still shows no signs of subsiding. President Kennedy has signed a proclamation authorizing a navy blockade to stop an approaching fleet of Russian ships bound for Cuba, loaded with lethal nuclear warheads. Today, Pope John himself sent a message to the Soviet embassy in Rome pleading, and I quote “we beg all governments not to remain deaf to this cry of humanity and”-
MARIE:
That’s enough of that.
(sung)
Two forks, one knife.
Two kids, one wife.
Serving life to the
Week and weary.
Napkins folded,
Jellos molded,
Dinner’s cold did
No one hear me?
We sit at seven-thirty.
That’s not an idle threat.
The world might be slightly suicidal
And unstable,
But at least the table’s set
For dinner.
(spoken)
Dinner!
(sung)
My mind stays pure.
Am I strict? Sure.
And the picture of
Modern etiquette.
Manners rank you.
Please and thank you,
Or I’ll spank you.
Alright, I’ve spurned and
Yet, what’s the other option?
Give up? And make a bigger mess?
Put both the kids up for adoption?
Maybe, because lately, no one knows the stress
Of dinner.
(spoken)
Dinner!
(sung)
I don’t have the answers for everything.
Especially now, especially today.
How do I tell you how everything
Might be blown away?
People aren’t perfect.
We’re just pretending to be.
And nothing is ending.
We’re just trying to see.
Who will back down first?
And to what degree?
We want to be free.
But how do I tell you
What won’t even sound true to me?
I cook, I clean
I drink caffeine
I think routines are
Close to holy
From nine till 5,
I’m still alive.
Then they arrive.
I die slowly.
He pulls into the driveway,
And all my freedom fades away.
Take in the laundry from the clothesline,
Clean the dishes until all of them shine.
No time to whine. It’s time to dine.
So forget who else you were,
Because they’re here and you’re her
And it’s Dinner!
Dinner!
(spoken)
What?
omg i’m back and i realized this has the same energy as i’m breaking down skdhdjak
I'm gay & I wish I could be like half as good of a singer as her one day
tessa meg this is my current mood
Weird question: is that Patrick Page at the beginning?
Brenna G NOW that you mention it
Starts at 0:31
I'm so gay for this woman wow
daisy-may vincent Oh, hi Daisy 😂