The Scala Choir's version of the Radiohead classic burns its way into the soul. It got me thinking about a variety of images and characters & here is the result, which I hope will do the song justice, a word that carries more than a hint of irony in this context. Dedicated to anyone who has had to put up with a tyrant's injustice, domestic or political, factual or fictitious.
Epitaph on a tyrant - W.H. Auden
Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.
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