Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Musical Phan

     Call me a romantic, but I am a fan of musicals.  I wish life was a musical.  But I also understand the literal, logical, boring people who complain that nobody would sing like that in real life.  For those people, I have written my own anti-musical words, but they are to the tune of "Phantom of the Opera" so you have to have heard that musical to fit the lyrics with the melody.  This way I can gratify and irritate the anti-musical at the same time.

     Why do we sing our words, instead of talk?
Why should we dance our way, when we could walk?
Wouldn't it save us time if we could say
a homicidal madman's after us
let's run away?

How often do you see in real life
songs burst spontaneously
from man and wife?
What dire emergency would not get worse
by s-t-o-p-p-i-n-g to compose a melody
or write a verse?
   Now for the big finish:
I t-h-i-n-k that death itself would be more fun
if it was sung.
Oh no, I'm singing much too high now.
No, I'm singing much too high now.
O-o-h, n-o-o
 too high.

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