| Intro: Right ho, darling. |
| Yeh, be home
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| (spoken) about 8:30. |
| No, no I’ll go on a bike.
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| Verse: Beethoven’s gone but his music lives on,
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| And Mozart don’t go shoppin’no more,
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| You’ll never meet Liszt or Brahms again,
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| And Elgar doesn’t answer t he door.
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| Schbert and Chopin used to chuckle and laugh,
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| Whilst composing a long symphony,
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| But one hundred and fifty years later,
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| There’s very little of them left to see.
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| Chorus: They’re decomposing composers,
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| There’s nothing much anyone can do,
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| ou can still hear Beethoven,
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| But Beethoven cannot hear you.
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| Verse: Hndel and Haydn and Rachmaninov,
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| Enjoyed a nice drink with their meal,
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| But nowadays no-one will serve them,
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| And their gravy is left to congeal.
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| Verdi and Wagner delighted the cro
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| wds,
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| With their highly original sound,
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| The pianos they played are still working,
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| But they’re both six feet underground.
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| Chorus: They’re decomposing composers,
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| There’s less of them every year,
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| You can say what you like to Debussy,
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| But there’s not m uch of him left to hear.
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| Finish: Claude Achille Debussy, died 1918.
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| Christophe Willebaud Gluck, died 1787.
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| Carl Maria von Weber, not at all well
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| 1825, died 1826. Giacomo Meyerbeer,
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| still alive 1863, not still alive 1864.
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| Modeste Mussorgsky, 1880 g oing to parties,
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| no fun anymore 1881. Johan Nepomuck
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| Hummel, chatting away nineteen to the
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| dozen with his mates down the pub every
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| evening 1836, 1837 nothing. |