作词 : Bitner, Oates To play to get rich And die baroque is wrong If you write a song for god Will he sing along While rows of robot symphonies read on Is that the way you wanted it played Manuscripted memories Sound with no electricity Concentration line on the face of serious music Manuscripted memories Sound but no electricity Concentration lines on the face of serious music You brought a bit of jazz to the concert hall But you won't hear violins at the darkies' ball Your rhapsody in blue will outlive us all I wish I was there the night you played it Manuscripted memories Sound with no electricity Concentration line on the face of serious music Manuscripted memories Sound but no electricity Concentration lines on the face of serious music
作词 : Bitner, Oates To play to get rich And die baroque is wrong If you write a song for god Will he sing along While rows of robot symphonies read on Is that the way you wanted it played Manuscripted memories Sound with no electricity Concentration line on the face of serious music Manuscripted memories Sound but no electricity Concentration lines on the face of serious music You brought a bit of jazz to the concert hall But you won't hear violins at the darkies' ball Your rhapsody in blue will outlive us all I wish I was there the night you played it Manuscripted memories Sound with no electricity Concentration line on the face of serious music Manuscripted memories Sound but no electricity Concentration lines on the face of serious music
