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They're tellin' me how to grunt and groan, it's supposed to be fun, | They're tellin' me how to grunt and groan, it's supposed to be fun, | ||
My bearskin fashion statement's really | (My bearskin fashion statement's really itching') | ||
And pick my teeth with a mammoth bone if I could only find one, | And pick my teeth with a mammoth bone if I could only find one, | ||
I'm wearin' tree shoes with Jurassic | (I'm wearin' tree shoes with Jurassic stitching'.) | ||
The ceiling's low, I bump my head | The ceiling's low, I bump my head | ||
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My chair's a rock, my bed's a stone, | My chair's a rock, my bed's a stone, | ||
So do I have to call it home? | So do I have to call it home? | ||
So when remodellers came knockin' one day, | So when remodellers came knockin' one day, | ||
We took their money and then quietly went away.}} | We took their money and then quietly went away.}} |
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- Editor: Michael Gray (submitted 2013-02-09). Score information: Letter (landscape), 12 pages, 254 kB Copyright: CC BY NC ND
- Edition notes: Voicing is actually Soprano, Mezzo, Alto, Tenor, Bass. Part of a larger collection called Modern Living.
General Information
Title: Cave
Composer: Michael Gray
Number of voices: 5vv Voicing: SSATB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
{{Published}} is obsolete (code commented out), replaced with {{Pub}} for works and {{PubDatePlace}} for publications.
Description: Original for 5 voices
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Original text and translations
English text
Our apartment was a good place to live, yeah!
The toilet sputter'd and the roof was a sieve,
So when remodellers came knockin' one day,
We took their offer and decided to stay;
We got a little nervous when they ripp'd our the lights, yeah!
Then lin'd the ceiling with some green stalactites,
Ev'ry room was fifty on the thermostats,
They promis'd it'd be warmer when they brought in the bats!
We're livin' in an air condition'd
We're livin' in an ultra retro
We're livin' in a chic and sassy
We're livin' in a cave!
They took away our stove and left a fire pit, yeah!
And then made sure the limestone on the walls would drip,
Some moss and fungus pass'd as authentic shrubs,
And Nat'nal Georgraphic came to verify our clubs!
They're tellin' me how to grunt and groan, it's supposed to be fun,
(My bearskin fashion statement's really itching')
And pick my teeth with a mammoth bone if I could only find one,
(I'm wearin' tree shoes with Jurassic stitching'.)
The ceiling's low, I bump my head
I'd rather have some air instead,
My chair's a rock, my bed's a stone,
So do I have to call it home?
So when remodellers came knockin' one day,
We took their money and then quietly went away.