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I knew her why of course And you want me	A
What can I say I don't know how she died	B
I know what people say But if you want	C
To hear about her as I knew the girl	D
Sit down a minute Wait a customer	E
It was a fellow with a bill these fellows	F
Who come for money make me smile Good God	G
Where shall I get the money when pianos	F
Such as I make are devilish hard to sell	H
Now listen to this tune Dumm dumm dumm dumm	I
How's that for quality sweet clear and pure	J
Now listen to these chords I take from Bach	K
Oh no I never played much just for self	L
Well you might say my passion for this work	M
Is due to this I pick the wire strings	N
The spruce boards and all that for instruments	O
That suit my ear at last When I have built	P
A piano then I sit and play upon it	Q
And find forgetfulness and rapture through it	Q
And well I need forgetfulness for the bills	R
Are never paid collectors always come	I
I keep a little lawyer almost busy	A
Lest some one get a judgment levy a writ	Q
Upon my prizes here this one in chief	S
Oh well I pay at last I always pay	T
But I must have my time And in the days	U
When these collectors swarm too much I find	V
Oblivion in music run my hands	W
Over the keys I've tuned I wish I had	X
Some life of Cristofori just to see	A
If he was dodging bills when tuning strings	N
Perhaps that Silberman who made pianos	F
For Frederick the Great had money enough	Y
And needed no oblivion from bills	R
You see I'm getting old now sixty eight	Z
And this I say that life is far too short	A2
For man to use his conquests and his wisdoms	R
This spirit mind is a machine piano	B2
And has its laws of harmony and use	R
Well it seems funny that a man just learns	R
The secrets of his being how to love	C2
How to forget what to select what life	D2
Is natural to him and only living	E2
According to one's nature is increase	R
All else is waste when wind blows on your back	F2
Just as I sit sometimes when these collectors	R
Come in on me and so you find it's Death	G2
Who levies on your life no little lawyer	E
Can keep him off with stays of execution	H2
Or supersedeas I think it is	R
Well as I said a man must live his nature	E
And dump the rules this Christianity	A
Makes people wear steel corsets to grow straight	Z
And they don't grow so for they scarcely breathe	I2
They're laced so tight and all their vital organs	R
Are piled up and repressed until they groan	J2
Then what They lace up tighter till the blood	K2
Stops in the veins and numbness comes upon them	L2
Oblivion it may be but give me music	M2
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Oh yes this girl Elenor Murray well	H
This talk about her home is half and half	N2
Part true part false Her daddy nips a little	O2
Has always done so Like myself the bills	R
Have always deviled him But just the same	P2
That home was not so bad Some years ago	B2
She was a little girl of thirteen maybe	A
Her father rented one of my pianos	R
For Elenor to learn on and of course	R
The rent was always back I didn't care	Q2
Except for my collectors and besides	R
She was so nice So music hungry practiced	R2
So hard to learn I used to let the rent	S2
Run just as long as I could let it run	H2
And even then I used to feel ashamed	T2
To ask her father for it	Q
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As I said	U2
She was thirteen and one Thanksgiving day	T
They asked me there to dinner and I went	S2
Brushed off my other coat and shaved myself	L
I looked all right my shoes were polished too	V2
You'd never think I polished them to look	W2
At these to day And now I tell you what	X2
I saw myself nice linen on the table	O2
And pretty silver plated I suppose	R
Good glass ware and a dinner that was splendid	K2
Wine made from wild grapes spiced with cinnamon	H2
It had a kick too And the home was furnished	Y2
Like what you'd think good carpets chairs a lounge	Z2
Some pictures on the wall all good enough	Y
And this girl was as lively as a cricket	X2
She was the liveliest thing I ever saw	R
And that's what ailed her if you want my word	A3
She had more life than she knew how to use	R
And had not learned her own machine	B3
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And after	E
We had the dinner we came in the parlor	E
And then her mother asked her to play something	E2
And she sat down and played tra la tra la	C3
One of these waltzes I remember now	D3
As pretty as these verses in the paper	E
On love or something sentimental Yes	R
She played it well For I had rented them	L2
One of my pets They asked me then to play	T
And I tried out some Bach and other things	R
And improvised And Elenor stood by	E3
And asked what's that when I was improvising	E2
I laughed and said Sonata of Starved Rock	K
Or Deer Park Glen in Winter anything	E2
She looked at me with eyes as big as that	F3
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Well as I said the home was good enough	Y
Still like myself with these collectors Elenor	E
Was bothered drawn aside and scratched no doubt	G3
From walking through the briars Just the same	P2
The trouble with her life if it was trouble	O2
And no musician would regard it trouble	O2
The trouble was her nature strove to be	A
All fire and subtilize to the essence of fire	E
Which was her nature's law and Nature's law	R
The only normal law as I have found	H3
For so Canudo says as I read lately	A
Who gave me words for what I knew from life	D2
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Now if you want my theories I go on	I3
You do All right What was this Elenor Murray	A
She was the lover do you understand	J3
She had her lovers maybe I don't know	B2
That's not the point with lovers any more	E
Than it's the point to have pianos no	B2
Lovers pianos are the self same thing	E2
Instruments for the soul the source of fire	E
The crucible for flames that turn from red	U2
To blue then white then fierce transparencies	R
Then if the lover be not known by lovers	R
How is she known Why think of Elenor Murray	A
Who tries all things and educates herself	L
Goes traveling would sing and play becomes	R
A member of a church with ritual music	M2
Incense and color things that steal the senses	R
And bring oblivion Don't you see the girl	D
Moving her soul to find her soul and passing	E2
Through loves and hatreds seeking everywhere	E
Herself she loved in others agonizing	E2
For hate of father so they tell me now	D3
But first because she hated in herself	L
What lineaments of her father she saw in self	L
And all the while I think she strove to conquer	E
This hatred every hatred sensing freedom	I
For her own soul through liberating self	L
From hatreds So you see how someone near	E
Repugnant disesteemed may furnish strength	K3
And vision too by gazing on that one	H2
From day to day not to be like that one	H2
And so our hatreds help us those we hate	Z
Become our saviors	R
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Here's the problem now	D3
In finding self the soul it's with ourselves	R
Within ourselves throughout the ticklish quest	L3
From first to last and lovers and pianos	R
Are instruments of salvation yet they take	M3
The self but to the self and say now find	V
Explore and know And then as all before	E
The problem is how much of mind to use	R
How much of instinct phototropic sense	R
That turns instinctively to light green worms	R
More plant than animal are eyes all over	E
Because their bodies know the light no eyes	R
Where sight is centralized I've found it now	D3
What is the intellect but eyes where sight	N3
Is gathered in two spheres The more they're used	O3
The darker is the body of the soul	P3
Now to digress that's why the Germans lost	Q3
They used the intellect too much they took	W2
The sea of life and tried to dam it in	R3
Or use it for canals or water power	E
Or make a card case system of it maybe	A
To keep collectors off have all run smoothly	A
And make a sure thing of it	Q
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To return	S3
How much did Elenor Murray use her mind	V
How much her instincts leave herself alone	J2
Let nature have its way I think I know	B2
But first you have the artist soul and next	T3
The soul half artist prisoned usually	A
In limitations where the soul half artist	R2
Between depressions and discouragements	R
Rises in hope and knocks Why I can tell them	L2
The moment they touch keys or talk to me	A
I hear their knuckles knocking on the walls	R
Insuperable partitions made of wood	U3
When seeking tones or words they have the hint	V3
But cannot open manifest themselves	R
So was it with this girl she was all lover	E
Half artist what a torture for a soul	P3
And what escape for her She could not play	T
Had never played no matter what the chance	R
I think there is no curse like being dumb	I
When every waking moment every dream	W3
Keeps crying to speak out This is her case	R
The girl was dumb like that dumb woman here	E
Whose dress caught fire and in the dining room	X3
Was burned to death while all her family	A
Were in the house to whom she could not cry	E
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You asked about her going to the war	E
Her sacrifice in that and if I think	Y3
She found expression there yes of a kind	V
But not the kind she hungered for not music	M2
She found adventure there excitement too	V2
That uses up the soul's power takes the place	R
Of better self expression But you see	A
I do not think self immolation life	D2
I know it to be death Now look a minute	X2
Why did she join the church why to forget	Z3
Why did she go to war why to forget	Z3
And at the last this thing called sacrifice	R
Rose up with meaning in her eyes You see	A
They tell around here now she often said	U2
I'm going to the war to be swept under	E
Now comes your Christian idea Let me die	E
But die in service of the race in giving	E2
I waste myself for others give myself	L
Let God take notice and reward the gift	A4
This is the failure's recourse often times	R
A prodigal flinging of the self let God	G
Find what He can of good or find all good	U3
I have abandoned all control all thought	B4
Of finding my soul otherwise if here	E
I find my soul a doubt that makes the gift	A4
Not less abandoned	C4
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This is foolish talk	D4
I know you think I think it is myself	L
At least in part I know I'm right however	E
In guessing off the reason of her failure	E
If failure it is But pshaw why talk of failure	E
About a woman born to live the life	D2
She lived which could not have been different	E4
Much different under any circumstance	R
She might have married had a home and children	H2
What of it As it is she makes a story	A
A flute sound in our symphony all right	N3
And I confess in spite of all I've said	U2
The profit the success may not be known	J2
To any but one's self Now look at me	A
By all accounts I am a failure look	W2
For forty years just making poor ends meet	F4
My love all spent in making good pianos	R
I thrill all over picking spruce and wires	R
And putting them together all my love	C2
Gone into this no head at all for business	R
I keep no books they cheat me out of rent	S2
I don't know how to sell pianos when	G4
I sell one I have trouble oftentimes	R
In getting pay for it But just the same	P2
I sit here with myself I know myself	L
I've found myself and when collectors come	I
I can say come to morrow turn about	G3
And run the scale or improvise and smile	H4
Forget the world	I4
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The three arose and left	J4
Llewellyn George said That's a rarity	A
That man is like a precious flower you find	V
Way off among the weeds and rocky soil	K4
Grown from a seed blown out of paradise	R
I want to call again	G4
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So thus they knew	V2
This much of Elenor Murray's music life	D2
But on a day a party talk at tea	A
Of Elenor Murray and her singing voice	R
And how she tried to train it just a riffle	O2
Which passed unknown of Merival For you know	B2
Your name may come up in a thousand places	R
At earth's ends though you live and do not die	E
And make a great sensation for a day	T
And all unknown to Merival for good	U3
This talk of Lilli Alm and Ludwig Haibt	U3