Anodyne
Saturday, March 25, 2006
 

When Harpo Played His Harp
Words and music by Mr. Jonathan Richman

When Harpo played his harp, it was a mystery
And all the laughter stopped back to the balcony
Chico, Chico sure to please
Now let’s watch him shoot the keys
But when Harpo played his harp all was still, still.

Well when Harpo played his harp it was a dream, it was
Well if someone else can do it, how come nobody does?
Oh Groucho, Groucho, fast as light, some talk like him, but not quite
When Harpo played his harp all was still, still.

Harpo, Harpo, this is the angels
And where did you get that sound so fine?
Harpo, Harpo, we got to hear it, ooh, one more time.
Oh Harpo, Harpo, we’re in the galaxies, and where did you get that sound so fine?
Harpo, Harpo, we got to hear it, ooh, one more time.

Do you remember what he would do sometimes
Before he played?
Well, he’d look up to the sky
And he’d look the angels’ way
Oh Harpo, Harpo, when you start, tears of joy inside my heart
When Harpo played his harp all was still, still.
- posted by cjb @ 9:45 PM


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