Kris Delmhorst - Galuppi Balda**are lyrics

Oh Galuppi Balda**are, though I never knew your name, it's thanks to Mr. Browning you are with us just the same. Thanks to Mr. Browning, blowing on the flame... Well here you come with your old music, and here's all the good it brings- you say they lived like this in Venice when the merchants were the kings, and though I never left old Boston, still you showed me everything Did the young folks take their pleasure? Was the ocean warm in May? Did the parties start at midnight, did they roll until midday? And did the ladies bloom like bellflowers, every time you'd start to play? Well I bet that they all loved you, I bet they stood around and cheered, saying "that's what I call music, good for joy and good for tears, now let's stop all this talking, and let it fill our ears." And the minor third so bitter, the six chord like a sigh, suspension, solution, asking must we die, must we die must we die? And the seventh says well fellas, life might not last, but we can try… So were you happy? I was happy. You still happy? Yes, and you? Then more kisses! Why'd we stop them, when a million seemed so few? There's something in that music, lord it must be answered to. Then they left you for their fortune, in due time one by one. Some had lives that came to nothing, some did things they'd better not have done, and then d**h stepped up and took 'em where they'll never see the sun… Oh but you, you ghostly cricket, singing where the house has burned, 'dust and ashes, dead and done with, Venice spent what Venice earned,' but what's left behind I wonder, when the kissing has adjourned? 'Dust and ashes,' so you tell me, and I cannot say you're wrong, still those dear dead dancing ladies with their hair so soft and long stir a little in their slumber, every time we play your song. 'Cause the minor third's still bitter, the six chord makes us sigh, suspension, solution, asking must we die, must we also die? And the seventh still says well, life might not last, but we can try...