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Lyrics for Pro Musica Antiqua by Unknown:
| | | Artist: | Unknown |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Pro Musica Antiqua | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 164 | | | | Lyrics: | The Pro Musica Antiqua
(From a Julius Monk Revue ca.1955)
I'll sing you a song of
the Cloisters if you hark.
I'll sing of the Cloisters in Fort Tryon Park.
Where I used to
go in the month of June
To listen to the riddle of an ancient tune
At a concert given in
the afternoon
By the Pro Musica Antiqua, the Pro Musica Antiqua
The Pro Musica, the
Pro Musica, the Pro Musica Antiqua.
It was at precisely such a recital I recall
That
I met a young man, like an oak tree, straight and tall.
As we sat there together, and we spoke
no word
As within our hearts ---Ah, something stirred
As we listened there to Buxtehude,
Purcell and Byrd
At the etc.
He invited me to his flat
For a cup of tea and
a chat.
For he said he had a batch of recordings to play
Of Dufy and Dupres, so what could
I say, but "Yes"!
What a fool I was to go.
What an idiot from tippy-top to toe.
For
behind that face and charming smile
Lay a motive base and a manner vile.
What a fool I was
to go!
But how could I nonny nonny nonny know?
Well he took me up to his flat as he
had said
And he locked the door and he sat on his great double bed
And he looked at me
with eyes that lied
And I knew when I saw that look in his eye
That he had no recordings
of Dupres and Dufy
From the etc.
Well there I stood. I was rooted in my
place.
As I viewed with dread my deceitful lover's face.
For I knew from the lovesick look
in his eye,
He could lay me low with a single sigh
Well he laid me low...and he laid me
high
At the etc.
Now if you go to concerts on the grass
And you're overfond
of Gabrielli brass
Or a gay Bonsel, Beware! Beware!
Of what may come to pass.
Of what
may come to pass.
Now the sound of a consort of viols makes me ill,
And the lute and
the zither make me sicker still.
And every morning at the crowing of the cocks
I wash my
face and I comb my locks
And I brush my teeth and I put a pox
On the
etc.
Now maidens take fair warning from my tale.
Beware! Beware of the music-loving
male.
You can go to the Cloisters if you choose
And seek enchantment in the muse
But
I hate to tell you what you might lose
At the etc.
@seduction
@music
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