The Misanthrope (1992)
v4
@Fredy Grosser
The Misanthrope (1992)
v4
@Fredy Grosser
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There was once a misanthrope
who lived in a plainly furnished flat.
Nobody took much notice of him,
he was silent in a studious way.
Yet sometimes you saw him laugh,
madly, like someone in trouble.
If you talk to him gladly responsed,
gave a witty retort.
And after hitting the bars,
he didn’t come alone.
A girl, red cheeks, loudly he made fun
of existence.
She listened, fascinated and afraid,
wanted to say some thing.
With his carpet bombing
her questions went up in flames.
[chorus]
There was once a misanthrope
who lived in a plainly furnished flat.
Nobody took much notice of him,
he then soon died of frustration.
who lived in a plainly furnished flat.
Nobody took much notice of him,
he was silent in a studious way.
Yet sometimes you saw him laugh,
madly, like someone in trouble.
If you talk to him gladly responsed,
gave a witty retort.
And after hitting the bars,
he didn’t come alone.
A girl, red cheeks, loudly he made fun
of existence.
She listened, fascinated and afraid,
wanted to say some thing.
With his carpet bombing
her questions went up in flames.
[chorus]
There was once a misanthrope
who lived in a plainly furnished flat.
Nobody took much notice of him,
he then soon died of frustration.
Stijl van muziek
ambient, male, melodic, oboe
