Thought I’d update this Renaissance madgrigal by Thomas Morley (c. 1600) by adding some of my own lyrics and giving it a punky/fuzztone treatment. Will add stems. Lyrics:

[“April Is In My Mistress’ Face”, madrigal by Thomas Morley, d. 1602]

April is in my Mistress’ face
And in her eye July hath place
Within her bosom is September
But in her heart a cold December
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April is in my Mistress’ face
April is in my Mistress’ face …
bobbed hair a la louise brooks
nose stuck in some brainy books
winks and gives me funny looks
thinks it’s cool to cock a snook
*
And in her eye July hath place
And in her eye July hath place …
yawns at all my priceless jokes
pulls off some amazing strokes
love for her is one big hoax
babbles on bout other blokes
*
Within her bosom is September
Within her bosom is September …
sports a three-piece whistle & flute
struts like a gangsta minus the loot
jumps without a parachute
one day she’ll give me the boot
*
But in her heart a cold December
But in her heart a cold December …
she don’t care for steely dan
listens to von karajan
thinks that I’m not much of a man
she prefers italians
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April is in my Mistress’ face
And in her eye July hath place
Within her bosom is September
But in her heart a cold December
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