Funeral Blues (feat. NicolaOffidani) Smooth Jazz

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Funeral Blues
Lyrics by W. H. Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Album Art (CCO License) by Ryan Sebastian

Additional Information

Genre Smooth Jazz Key D minor BPM 85.0

Collaboration started January 23, 2016 by RyanLucas
Last upload 4yr+9mo ago

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Copyright © 2016 by RyanLucas, All Rights Reserved.
Effective on Jan 23, 2016

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RyanLucas Ryan Lucas
San Francisco Bay Area California USA
NicolaOffidani Nicola Offidani
Massignano AP Italy