JUST GRAVITY’S TUG
(It Was Just One Of Those Things)
It was just gra/vi/ty’s tug//Ac/tual/ly, not ev/en a hug
A bend in the beam //Of star/light a/bove
Just gra/vi/ty’s tug
So small, like an inch//At four miles a/way, not a cinch
Ce/le/brity came, to Al from that sight
Pub/li/ci/ty, fam/ous/ly right.
I’m Sir Ar/thur Ed/ding/ton
Un/der/stood rel/a/tiv/i/ty then
It was such fun//It was just one of those things.
Einstein complains of “Celebrity Fatigue”.
Wher/ev/er I go, and wher/ev/er I stay//
There’s al/ways a pic/ture of me on dis/play//
On top of the desk, or out in the hall//
Tied round my neck, or hung on the wall//
Some/times, sur/round/ed by all this good cheer//
I’m puzz/led by some of the things that I hear//
And won/der, my mind for a mo/ment, not hazy//
If I, and not they, could really be cra/zy.
* English translation of doggerel he wrote in German, 1927.
“WHY DO YOU FALL DOWN?”*
Why do you fall down?
In/stead of falling up?
Ar/is/tot/le says, you want to go home
New/ton says it’s grav/i/ta/tion
Ein/stein says it’s curv/ing space-time
Dar/win thinks a lot
About this ques/tion too
His an/swer, so true:
“Those who fall up, up, up high”
“Do not re/pro/duce … that’s why.”
*(“Why Do I Love You?” Kern & Hammerstein)