LORD CHANCELLOR'S NIGHTMARE SONG Tutorial

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LORD CHANCELLOR'S NIGHTMARE SONG
from Iolanthe
by Gilbert and Sullivan
Demo featuring Dave Ross
V1 Demo (start) Accompaniment 2:55
When you're lying awake with a dismal headache
and repose is taboo'd by anxiety,
I conceive you may use any language you choose
to indulge in, without impropriety;
For your brain is on fire, the bed-clothes conspire of usual slumber to plunder you:
First your counter-pane goes, and uncovers your toes,
And your sheet slips demurely from under you
V2 Demo 0:19 Accompaniment 3:14
The blanketing tickles, you feel like mixed pickles,
so terribly sharp is the pricking,
And you're hot and you're cross, and you tumble and
toss
'Til there's nothing 'twixt you and the ticking.
Then the bed-clothes all creep to the ground in a heap
and you pick 'em all up in a tangle;
Next your pillow resigns and politely declines to
Remain at it's usual angle!
V3 Demo 0:35 Accompaniment 3:30
Well, you get some repose in the form of a dose,
with Hot eye-balls and head ever aching,
But your slumbering teems with such horrible dreams
That you'd very much better be waking;
For you dream you are crossing the channel,
and tossing about in a steamer from Harwich,
Which is something between a large bathing machine
and a very small second class carriage
V4 Demo 0:51 Accompaniment 3:46
And you're giving a treat (penny ice and cold meat)
to a party of friends and relations,
They're a ravenous horde, and they all come on board
At Sloane Square and South Kensington stations.
And bound on that journey you find your attorney
(who started that morning from Devon);
He's a bit undersiz'd and you don't feel surpris'd
When he tells you he's only eleven.
V5 Demo 1:07 Accompaniment 4:02
Well you're driving like mad with this singular lad
(by the bye the ship's now a four wheeler),
And you're playing round games, and he calls you bad names
when you tell him that "ties pay the dealer"
But this you can't stand so you throw up your hand,
And you find you're as cold as an icicle;
In your shirt and your socks (the black silk with gold clocks)
Crossing Sal'sbury Plain on a bicycle
V6 Demo 1:24 Accompaniment 4:18
And he and the crew are on bicycles too,
which they've Somehow or other invested in,
And he's telling the tars all the particulars
of a company he's interested in;
It's a scheme of devices, to get at low prices,
all goods from cough mixtures to cables
(which tickled the sailors), by treating retailers
as though they were all vegetables
V7A Demo 1:39 Accompaniment 4:35
You get a good spadesman to plant a small tradesman
(first take off his boots with a boot tree),
And his legs will take root, and his fingers will shoot,
and they'll blossom and bud like a fruit tree;
From the green grocer tree you get grapes and green pea,
cauliflower, pine apple and cranberries,
While the pastry cook plant cherry brandy will grant,
Apple puffs, and three corners, and banburys;
V7B Demo 1:55 Accompaniment 4:53
The shares are a penny and ever so many are taken by
Rothschild and Baring,
And just as a few are allotted to you, you awake
with a shudder despairing
V8A Demo 2:06 Accompaniment 5:02
You're a regular wreck, with a crick in your neck, and no wonder you snore, for your head's on the floor
And you've needles and pins from your soles to your
shins,
and your flesh is acreep, for your left leg's asleep,
And you've cramp in your toes, and a fly on your nose,
And some fluff in your lung, and a feverish tongue,
And a thirst that's intense,
And a general sense that you haven't been sleeping in clover;
V8B Demo 2:25 Accompaniment 5:19
But the darkness has pass'd, and it's daylight at
last,
and the night has been long, ditto, ditto my song,
And thank goodness they're both of them over!

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