The Secret of Music Songtext
von Morrissey

I am out of tune
Violin, the state I′m in
I've lived through many Junes

I am out of tune
The center hole is overgrown
I′m listening face down

Birds sound around
Like a sudden spell or bell
Or orchestrated swells

I am out of tune
Play the flute
For love or loot
That's really up to you

How it clings
Like pinging strings of mandolins
That pluck to your good luck


No trombone
Or glockenspiel could ever feel
The way I feel tonight

Bum, bum, bum, the drum
Cymbals symbolize your mind
I think that you should try

Classical guitar
Love anew, oh yes, you are
Pan pipes save a life

No angelic flute
Can F hold
A harping soul?
Each song ends with a gong

Fat bassoon
Clear as the moon
But nothing now can take away my gloom

Triangle
Fiddle Stradivarius
I'd like to cause a fess

Boo, boo