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Karaoke

Somewhere in Japan

Somebody hired a band

But the singer didn’t show up for the thing

So the others hatched a plan

That the world considered grand:

They’d make the audience get up and sing.

The result, as you’d expect

Was not a pretty song

But a bunch of office workers all off-key.

The band all stood erect

As everything went wrong

And now this is a favorite globally.

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Jazz

I’ve got a great idea

For a really catchy song.

We’ll play the tune for the first minute

But it’s eleven minutes long

So the rest of it will be me

Playing a random sexy lick

Until you forget that you were listening…

Yeah, that’ll do the trick!

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Thus, Metal Was Born

I wonder who the first guy was

Who picked up a guitar

And swung his hand so randomly

With the amp amped-up too far

And made that overdriven sound

Whose chord’s identity is gone

And said, “Instead of writing songs

“Just play that from now on.”

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Piano Tuning Saves Lives

If you sit at a piano

And you plink out A-C-E

Then you played an A Minor chord

So very easily.

But if you sit at a piano

That is really out of tune

Then you might screw up A Minor

And the cops will show up soon.

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Yes, I Owned A Walkman. Why Do You Ask?

Let me walk you through a moment

Of what I call “being me.”

Instead of streaming music

And paying a monthly fee

I plugged in my computer

From around 2008,

Pressed power on at 6:15

And it booted up by 8:00,

Loaded up my iTunes

From before it was an app

Then uploaded some files

That will make my right foot tap,

Plugged in my phone and synced it

For an hour and a half

Then enjoyed my music free of charge

With a joyful millennial laugh.

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Songwriting Tip #5678

If your chorus is just one sentence

Repeated exactly four times

That song isn’t actually music

And one day you’ll pay for your crimes.

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When Your Child Is A “Musician”

To make a student concert go

There are some things you need to know.

Just like a wedding, what you hear

May cause you to shed a tear.

They’ll play a tune you know by heart,

Beloved favorite, devoid of art

And then a piece that’s written so

The talentless might play a show.

This will go on for several hours

And won’t be cancelled due to showers

To gird your loins and plug your ears;

You’ll have one for the next ten years.

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What I Want For Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas

And in every shop

The employees were praying

For the music to stop.

Then over the speakers

There came a great roar

Of earsplitting guitar,

Bass, and four on the floor.

The singer was screaming

About who-on-Earth-knows

And the customers shopping

For last minute clothes

Stood still in the aisles

And heard the hard rock

And were grateful to that guy

Who turned off the schlock.

An employee was fired

For changing the playlist

But the customers rallied

And described him as “A-list”

And as he departed

And the carols returned

The shoppers revolted…

Firing overturned!

So the metal resumed

And the shoppers came back

And they purchased roast beef

And sang “Back In Black”.

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Legitimate Question For The Floridians (Sending Love From Washington State)

So in the warm parts of the world

Where the snow never falls in December

Do they still play the same Christmas carols

Or some songs Northerners don’t remember

Like “I want a gator for Christmas”

Or “Chestnuts roasting in a forest fire”

Or my particular favorite:

“There’s no snow to shovel when I retire”?

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Jazz

Some music tells a story

Through its lyrics and its tune

While other songs can set a mood

Akin to Clair de Lune,

But gather up some saxophones

And play the notes you shouldn’t

And enjoy the kind of angry zen

That other music couldn’t.

You play between the melody

And skip around the beat,

Lighting cigars from wreckage

Of that old Chernobyl heat,

Not thinking of the church or state

Or fighting that good fight

But hearing without listening

And feeling things be right.

When every chord is almost sweet

And every stab of pain

Invites the opportunity

For dancing in the rain

You’ll know you’ve found the answer

And a chill runs down your spine

Because your call’s important

So please stay on the line.

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