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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
[Basso buffoon soloist: On this day, I amend
for your good, I upend.
Everything that you had
I tore down! Ah, too bad.
For this pain, you should praise
he who brought your malaise.
Though it hurts, you’ll survive
just be glad you’re alive.]
[Chorus]
[Oratorio chorus: Don’t complain. You’re to blame
for this mess I reclaim.
I’ve now freed for its health.
All your banks of my wealth.
I now don my gold gown
Kiss my ring; bring my crown!
Bow down low! On your knee!
Kneel, you serf! You serve me!]
[Verse 2]
[Basso buffoon soloist: Get your butts back to work!
There’s no break for a clerk.
When you loaf, you force me
to announce this decree:
Everyone must obey
all my rules every day.
Those who don’t will regret
all the meals they won’t get.]
[Chorus]
[Opera
Details
GeneratedMar 21, 2025
Duration4:00
LanguageEnglish
Style
A royal cortège for oratorio chorus, basso buffo soloist and opera quartet, Baroque, opera comique, male
Credits
Prompt by
Lyrics, Bill Graham
Lyrics, Bill GrahamModelAria v4
