2024 Aves Choir Cabaret
Noah Song, vocal
Sam Bringle, piano
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I heard of a town, it was called Liverpool,
It seemed a good spot to hang out and be cool,
I got there and to my most wretched surprise,
Not one liver there did befall my poor eyes.
I had yet to learn, I was still but a fool,
A name on its own could still cause me to drool,
The plane that I flew that took off from the land,
It was a delta without water or sand.
Such is the treachery,
That you brought unto me,
When you chose all of these names.
Is it too much to ask,
This one quite basic task,
That different things not be titled the same,
Pretty please?
For a broken bone is just what it says,
Just like with men, you hit nails on the head,
If you follow a simple, acute naming scheme,
You will quell my urge to light fires and scream.
Liverpool, I’ve a fact that I think you’ll find great,
The James’s in Jamestown number higher than 8,
So the next time you find yourself naming a cat,
If you call it brickyard…
I’ll call you a brat.
12 сен 2024
