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Showing posts with label classical. Show all posts
Showing posts with label classical. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 10, 2024

NO TOCK, SO I BACH

I went today to see my heart specialist doc,
He said my heart had a tick, but seldom a tock, 
It made me both sad and happy,
I would soon see my dead pappy,
Soon dad's fiddle I'll hear playing, Johan S. Bach.

Friday, December 1, 2023

SOMETIMES MOZART HELPS, SOMETIMES MOZART DON'T

Ron sat on the toilet while listening to Mozart,
Ron thought through osmosis, it would make him real smart,
Ron had a chemistry test,
Yet, if Ron did his best,
He'd still end up growing old at an all night gas-mart.

Saturday, October 28, 2023

WAGNER AIN'T NO BRAHMS

I went to the Symphony to hear me some Brahms,
When I get really stressed out, the Brahms music calms,
But, as the Valkyries roared,
My blood pressure soared,
Both armrests got all wet, from my tight gripping palms.

Sunday, September 10, 2023

MOZART ON THE DIDGERIDOO

I heard Mozart played on a didgeridoo,
It was something different, something quite new,
I heard The Magic Flute,
On a doo, not a toot,
The doo played an encore, it was Love Is Blue.





#Love Is Blue, composed by by Paul Mauriat




Sunday, October 2, 2022

All Alone Turkish March by Mozart

Lyrics by Leigh Collin Brandt, draft

All Alone I just sit in darkness, thinking all about you,
Like a stone, my heart is sinking for I dread a life alone,
In my head, I wish I'd not let you know that I could doubt you,
And I fear for all the things I said that I cannot atone, 

Still I know that I saw you kiss him with romantic passion,
And I felt as you embraced him you were pushing me away,
It made me feel like a habit that has fallen out of fashion,
Yet I still wish you'd return to me, when this night turns into day,

All alone I know I'll be sitting, as this darkness lasts forever,
No point in going out into a world that's grown ugly, cold
And my phone will lie lifeless, for it hears your sweet voice, never,
Only fading thoughts of yesterday, is the love I tightly hold.

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Tuesday, August 16, 2022

The Little Tit Did Mozart's Magic

The little tit had it's toot,
Chirping out The Magic Flute,
It did not depart
From original Mozart,
But the owl didn't give a hoot.