The Love Nest / Ain’t We Got Fun

The Great Gatsby の第五章から。

 When Klipspringer had played The Love Nest he turned around on the bench and searched unhappily for Gatsby in the gloom. “I’m all out of practice, you see. I told you I couldn’t play. I’m all out of prac —” “Don’t talk so much, old sport,” commanded Gatsby. “Play!”

 

In the morning, In the evening, Ain’t we got fun —

 

Outside the wind was loud and there was a faint flow of thunder along the Sound. All the lights were going on in West Egg now; the electric trains, men-carrying, were plunging home through the rain from New York. It was the hour of a profound human change, and excitement was generating on the air

 

One thing’s sure and nothing’s surer The rich get richer and the poor get —children. In the meantime, In between time —

 

As I went over to say good-by I saw that the expression of bewilderment had come back into Gatsby’s face, as though a faint doubt had occurred to him as to the quality of his present happiness. Almost five years! There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams —not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.

 

 

Many builders there have been
Since the world began;
Palace, cottage, mansion, inn,
They have built for man.
Some were small and some were tall:
Long or wide or low.
But the best one of them all
Jack built long ago.
’Twas built in bygone days,
Yet millions sing its praise.

Just a love nest
Cozy with charm,
Like a dove nest
Down on a farm.
A veranda with some sort of clinging vine,
Then a kitchen where some rambler roses twine.
Then a small room,
Tea set of blue;
Best of all, room—
Dream room for two.
Better than a palace with a gilded dome,
Is a love nest
You can call home.

Building houses still goes on
Now as well as then.
Ancient Jack and Jill are gone,
Yet return again.
Ever comes the question old:
Shall we build for pride,
Or shall brick and mortar hold
Warmth and love inside?
The answer you may know:
Jack solved it long ago.

 

 

Every morning, every evening
Ain't we got fun?
Not much money, oh, but honey
Ain't we got fun?
The rent's unpaid, dear
We haven't a car
But in any way, dear
We'll stay as we are
Even if we owe the grocer
Don't we have fun
Tax collector's getting closer
Still we have fun
There's nothing surer
The rich get rich and the poor get poorer
In the meantime, in between time
Ain't we got fun?
Don't we have fun?
Still we have fun
Even if we owe the grocer
Don't we have fun?
Tax collector's getting closer
Ooh, what fun
There's nothing surer
The rich get rich and the poor get poorer
In the meantime, in between time
Don't we have fun?