So you'll be an Austrian Nobleman

So you'll be an Austrian Nobleman
Commissioning a symphony in Which defies all earthly descriptions.
You'll be Commissioning a symphony in C.

With money you squeeze 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've entered the room with great caution,
Though no one in the hall is even watching.
They are transfixed,
They are forgetting just to breath,
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 are sitting there, breathing in your breath,
You are seldom breathing life, but mostly death.

So you'll be an Austrian Nobleman
Commissioning a symphony in Which defies all earthly descriptions.
You'll be commissioning
symphony
In C.