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

M !@#*cripted memories
Sound with no electricity
Concentration line on the face of serious music

M !@#*cripted 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
M !@#*cripted memories
Sound with no electricity

Concentration line on the face of serious music
M !@#*cripted memories
Sound but no electricity

Concentration lines on the face of serious music