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The composer confronts his own mortality, and doesn't like what he sees!

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In three score years and 15. I’ve never won a race
Oblivion is beckoning that’s something I must face
or maybe my perception’s been distorted by regret
For all I know this moment is as close as I will get

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Another meal with no Tabasco
Another bubble cruelly burst
Another day, a new fiasco
and here I’d thought I’d seen the worst

At last I’m feeling human but it’s probably a hoax
It’s been so long since anyone got pleasure from my jokes
I squandered many chances always thinking more would come
Now hope’s in short supply. I’m semi-conscious now or numb

The hours pass like glaciers. The years now last a week
My heart, although reluctant, still pumps blood. I mustn’t speak
of existential terror. It’s much better to ignore
the fact that in an eye’s blink we won’t be here anymore

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John Mendelssohn London, UK

John Mendelssohn is a withered old embarrassment from Santa Monica, California, who, n spite of fervent listener indifference, or even antipathy, been writing and recording music for over 50 years. NYC Rock called him “one of our more unique pop personalities, and like no one you have ever heard. From hard jingle-jangles to experimental symphonic pop, his taste roams the landscape.” ... more

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