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At a Parisean restaurant In a quarter undisclosed Unaware of everything The diners sat exposed As Clara and the Prince sat down And prepared to eat their meal Backstage the musician equipped himself The theft who had yet to steal As menus and music case opened The scene was set for all And as Rigo Jancsi took the stage The crowd fell quiet, enthralled The gyspy was a showman His weapon a violin A tune danced out across the room As the strings began to sing Playing notes of tales untold His melody charmed her soul The music pulled her heart to his Over her husband's buttered roll Captivated, entranced and mesmerised Seduced by another life And when the gypsy left that night He took the Prince's wife They ran away and married A scandalous affair Society was most surprised But our story does not end there... Hungarian tales tell of the man Whose music stole a heart Remembered in a chocolate cake And puppets, songs and art One hundred long years later The guitar boy from the band Strummed his notes and stole the girl Heartstrings were played by hand Two stories a century apart What makes these stories the same? Because the boy's band of musicians Used the Hungarian gypsy's name
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Dec 9, 2009
Dec 9, 2009 at 6:23 AM UTC
Johnny Blackbird
At a Parisean restaurant In a quarter undisclosed Unaware of everything The diners sat exposed As Clara and the Prince sat down And prepared to eat their meal Backstage the musician equipped himself The theft who had yet to steal As menus and music case opened The scene was set for all And as Rigo Jancsi took the stage The crowd fell quiet, enthralled The gyspy was a showman His weapon a violin A tune danced out across the room As the strings began to sing Playing notes of tales untold His melody charmed her soul The music pulled her heart to his Over her husband's buttered roll Captivated, entranced and mesmerised Seduced by another life And when the gypsy left that night He took the Prince's wife They ran away and married A scandalous affair Society was most surprised But our story does not end there... Hungarian tales tell of the man Whose music stole a heart Remembered in a chocolate cake And puppets, songs and art One hundred long years later The guitar boy from the band Strummed his notes and stole the girl Heartstrings were played by hand Two stories a century apart What makes these stories the same? Because the boy's band of musicians Used the Hungarian gypsy's name
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Dec 9, 2009
Dec 9, 2009 at 6:23 AM UTC
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