Patent Ochsner - Razzo Rocchino Epilog lyrics
[Patent Ochsner - Razzo Rocchino Epilog lyrics]
Ladies and gentlemen
This is where our strange little story ends
We very much hope you enjoyed yourselves
And that just for this brief moment
You were able to forget life's
Minor worries we'd like to
Take this opportunity
To thank you all from the
Bottom of our hearts for purchasing this
Work and in doing so
Graciously showing us your appreciation
And respect it
Has unfortunately over the years
Escaped the minds
Of many that musicians earn their living
Through music they don't differ that much
From a baker who sells bread
A shoemaker who offers shoes or a farmer
Who sells milk, meat
Eggs and vegetables brothers and sisters of
Fine arts, companions of culture
Let us simply
And without any false active courtesy
Call a spade a spade mean scumbags
Insatiable bastards are ruining our
Business because they
Have this ridiculous notion that music
Is basically common property, that it should
Always be freely available in never ending
Supply while at the same
Time, they kowtow to their bosses
On their hands and knees
Pleading for more money because
Health insurance premiums have
This year yet again increased which by the
Way my dear dumbarses has also
Increased for musicians anyway
Father forgive them for they know not
What they do we hereby
Bid farewell in the hope that we may see and
Meet again somewhere out there in this
Infinite expansive universe, to collectively
And in a devoted
Manner, celebrate the joys of life and love
In this spirit, look after yourselves
Take care and don't put up
With anything never never never
This is where our strange little story ends
We very much hope you enjoyed yourselves
And that just for this brief moment
You were able to forget life's
Minor worries we'd like to
Take this opportunity
To thank you all from the
Bottom of our hearts for purchasing this
Work and in doing so
Graciously showing us your appreciation
And respect it
Has unfortunately over the years
Escaped the minds
Of many that musicians earn their living
Through music they don't differ that much
From a baker who sells bread
A shoemaker who offers shoes or a farmer
Who sells milk, meat
Eggs and vegetables brothers and sisters of
Fine arts, companions of culture
Let us simply
And without any false active courtesy
Call a spade a spade mean scumbags
Insatiable bastards are ruining our
Business because they
Have this ridiculous notion that music
Is basically common property, that it should
Always be freely available in never ending
Supply while at the same
Time, they kowtow to their bosses
On their hands and knees
Pleading for more money because
Health insurance premiums have
This year yet again increased which by the
Way my dear dumbarses has also
Increased for musicians anyway
Father forgive them for they know not
What they do we hereby
Bid farewell in the hope that we may see and
Meet again somewhere out there in this
Infinite expansive universe, to collectively
And in a devoted
Manner, celebrate the joys of life and love
In this spirit, look after yourselves
Take care and don't put up
With anything never never never