Verse: Beethoven's gone but his music lives on,
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And Mozart don't go shoppin' no more,
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You'll never meet Liszt or Brahms again,
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And Elgar doesn't answer the door.
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Schbert and Chopin used to chuckle and laugh,
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Whilst composing a long symphony,
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But one hundred and fifty years later,
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There's very little of them left to see.
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Chorus: They're decomposing composers,
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There's nothing much anyone can do,
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You can still hear Beethoven,
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But Beethoven cannot hear you.
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Verse: Hndel and Haydn and Rachmaninov,
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Enjoyed a nice drink with their meal,
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But nowadays no-one will serve them,
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And their gravy is left to congeal.
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Verdi and Wagner delighted the crowds,
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With their highly original sound,
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The pianos they played are still working,
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But they're both six feet underground.
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Chorus: They're decomposing composers,
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There's less of them every year,
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You can say what you like to Debussy,
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But there's not much of him left to hear.
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Finish: Claude Achille Debussy, died 1918.
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Christophe Willebaud Gluck, died 1787.
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Carl Maria von Weber, not at all well
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1825, died 1826. Giacomo Meyerbeer,
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still alive 1863, not still alive 1864.
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Modeste Mussorgsky, 1880 going to parties,
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no fun anymore 1881. Johan Nepomuck
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Hummel, chatting away nineteen to the
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dozen with his mates down the pub every
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evening 1836, 1837 nothing.
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Decomposing Composers
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