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From: mxb@arbortext.com (Mark Bernstein)
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Subject: New Song: Cerebellum Serenade
Date: Tue, 28 Jan 1997 17:53:20 GMT
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I just finished and premiered this one at ConFusion this past weekend.
With the tune, I was aiming for a Tin Pan Alley feel--Rodgers and
Hart, George and Ira Gershwin, Cole Porter, that sort of thing.

				Cerebellum Serenade
		Music and Lyrics Copyright  1997 by Mark Bernstein
				All Rights Reserved

When it comes to women, I've dated a few, dear
Blonde and brunette, fat and thin
But I never found one until I met you, dear
Who could solve this dilemma we humans are in
Before, I would always confuse love and lust, dear
Of my motives, I never was sure
But since we're together, I know I can trust, dear
That all of my feelings are totally pure
Those other relationships were mostly sexual
But with you, dear, I know that it's all intellectual

Though you're only a brain in a jar, I love you, dear
I've no wish to kiss you for you're all gray tissue
It's just not an issue at all
There's no hormonal pain to mar my thoughts of you, dear
I've put that behind me and you don't remind me
Of what used to bind me in thrall
Though our spirits may meld my libido's been quelled
I'm no longer enspelled by that hex
I've climbed from that vortex, I just watch your cortex
Pulsating under Pyrex

Though you're only a brain in a jar, I adore you, dear
I think it quite grand that I can't hold your hand
Guys who live by their glands are all saps
There's no way to explain just how far I'd go for you, dear
I get lost in admiring your implanted wiring
And treasure each firing synapse
Yes, I'll be your beau and I'll never let go
Long as you produce no pheromones
As I change your fluid I sometimes think, who would have known
That someday I'd find true love with a mind of my own

Mark Bernstein
mxb@arbortext.com