To play to get rich
And die baroque is wrong
If you write a song for god
Will he sing along
While rows of robot
symphonies read on
Is that the way you wanted
it played
Manuscripted memories
Sound with no electricity
Concentration line on the
face of serious music
Manuscripted memories
Sound but no electricity
Concentration lines on the
face of serious music
You brought a bit of jazz to
the concert hall
But you won't hear violins
at the darkies' ball
Your rhapsody in blue will
outlive us all
I wish I was there the night
you played it
Manuscripted memories
Sound with no electricity
Concentration line on the
face of serious music
Manuscripted memories
Sound but no electricity
Concentration lines on the
face of serious music