So you’ll be an Austrian nobleman
Commissioning a symphony in C Which defies all earthly descriptions
You’ll be commissioning a symphony in C With money you squeezed from the peasants
To your nephew you can give it as a present
This magnificent symphony in C You’ll be commissioning a symphony in C Completely filling the palace concert hall
It’s warm and golden like an oven that’s wide open
It has a melody both happy and sad
Built on victorious young triads
You enter the room with great caution
Though no one in the hall is even watching
They are transfixed, they are forgetting just to breathe
They are so taken by your symphony in C You’re sitting there thinking your thoughts
They are not about what is, but what is not
You’re sitting there breathing in your breath
1.50 in:
"You are sitting there thinking your thoughts,
they are not about what it is, but what is not,
You are sitting there breathing your in your breath,
you are seldom breathing life, but mostly death..."
Perfect synopsis of every hater on earth, neatly wrapped into a catchy tune about defunct Hapsburg/Prussian aristocracy. How can you not love Cake?