To lighten and brighten a dreary, somber, and macabre day. THANX S.man. ~~dru~~

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George Gershwein, Summertime

Cab Callaway, Ev’rybody eats when they come to my house.

Gene Krupa, Buddy Rich & Sammy Davis Jr.

two freeform duets Tuba Feedback/Flute & mbira Trumpet… so you can get your odd on.

Danse Macre,

Zig, zig, zig, Death in cadence,
Striking a tomb with his heel,
Death at midnight plays a dance-tune,
Zig, zig, zag, on his violin.

The winter wind blows, and the night is dark;
Moans are heard in the linden trees.
White skeletons pass through the gloom,
Running and leaping in their shrouds.

Zig, zig, zig, each one is frisking,
You can hear the cracking of the bones of the dancers.
A lustful couple sits on the moss
So as to taste long lost delights.

Zig zig, zig, Death continues
The unending scraping on his instrument.
A veil has fallen! The dancer is naked.
Her partner grasps her amorously.

The lady, it’s said…

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