But that bloody dawn coming up like thunder is driving me crackers
Oley Speaks' popular setting of "Mandalay" and Kurt Weill's "Und was bekam des Soldaten Weib" are melodically similar enough that I can sing them interleavingly, but not such that I think, even taking into account Brecht's well-tracked admiration for Kipling, it means anything.
This has been your useless realization for the night.
This has been your useless realization for the night.
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It's about the only thing that I can trust myself to sing to you. it's only about five notes, and all in a range I can handle.