DOMENICO SCARLATTI
AS THE THE
FULLER BRUSH MAN
From Portugal and Spain they used
to know my name, and all across the
Naples Bay as well. I prospered swell :
This tinctured sound of music, fairly
scripted and all resounding. Here the
hallowed lands : boom-boom blast. the
Kingdom's soldiers plodded on.
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If second lives these batteries have,
I lived another in the altogether. I
knocked on doors while whistling
tunes - it was all I could do in this
much more sluggish age. Now, the
radios play ''classical' music, and I
walk, wondering, if everyone in
London who had heard the air-raid
sirens of WWII is not now already
dead. Hear the hollowed land :
boom, boom, blast.
dead. Hear the hollowed land :
boom, boom, blast.
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