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The Opera's Never Over ('Til The Fat Lady Sings)

by Michael Zaneski

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The Opera's Never Over ('Til the Fat Lady Sings)

Words by W.L. Cooper
Music by Mike Zaneski

Somewhere west of midnight
I woke up in a dream.
Front row at an opera
like none I’d ever seen.
On stage were broken bottles,
a rusty old car door.
A flock of seagulls pecking
on a rotten apple core.

Adam’s garden lay in shambles,
the wilderness ablaze
Mother nature shackled like a slave
Here and there a patch of green,
a spot or two pristine
But the opera's never over ‘til the fat lady sings.

Was dirty baby diapers
scattered on the ground
Soaking up raw sewage
from a ransack’d backwoods town
Evil clouds were rising
from a distant factory.
To feed an acid river
and suffocate the sea

Adam’s garden lay in shambles,
the wilderness ablaze
Mother nature shackled like a slave
Here and there a patch of green,
a spot or two pristine
But the opera's never over ‘til the fat lady sings.

The sky gave way to Vultures
circling over oyster bay
Oil slick on the beaches
a red tide on it's way
I rolled over in my dream,
tried my best to scream
But the opera's never over ‘til the Fat Lady sings.

Adam’s garden lay in shambles,
the wilderness ablaze
Mother nature shackled like a slave
Here and there a patch of green,
a spot or two pristine
But the opera's never over ‘til the fat lady sings.

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released May 28, 2012
Michael Zaneski, music and vocals

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Michael Zaneski San Diego, California

Michael Zaneski is US-based composer and producer who specializes in Modern Classical and Jazz composition.

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