whats Mozart doing right now?
Beethoven’s gone, but his music lives on,
And Mozart don’t go shopping no more.
You’ll never meet Liszt or Brahms again,
And Elgar doesn’t answer the door.
Schubert and Chopin used to chuckle and laugh,
Whilst composing a long symphony,
But one hundred and fifty years later,
There’s very little of them left to see.
They’re decomposing composers.
There’s nothing much anyone can do.
You can still hear Beethoven,
But Beethoven cannot hear you.
You can hear the song here.
At least you have a milkshake. We were so poor, we’d have gravel and ditchwater, and we were lucky to get it. 226 of us living in one room in a paper sack.
You were lucky to have dishwater! I used to have to get up out of shoe box at twelve o’clock at night and lick the road clean with tongue. I had two bits of cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for sixpence every four years, and when I got home Dad would slice me in two with a bread knife.
This is what television will look like two weeks from today.
I keep seeing tweets like this:
…and all I can think of is these two Monty Python judges: