Daggers of moonlight
Murder the sheets
And the stink of a four dollar room
And Daddy's gone a hunting
For a dime bag schoolboy
Tied up with a yellow balloon

So hush little baby, Daddy must go
I cover you up with a blanket of snow
By the time I make Jersey
You'll be in heaven
In a pretty blue shoe box I know

So sing a song of ten grand
With a pocket full of dough
And I can't take you to Baltimore
Wake God up in Heaven
Have him look down below
There's a little lost angel
Blooming in the snow

The amazing "talking" player piano of Peter Ablinger.

Ablinger's documentation on A Letter From Schoenberg

The documentation of Quadraturen has a lot of background on the piano mechanism.

This is so inspiring.

[ thx matt ]

Madagascar Institute, I love you.

[ thx matt ]

[ thx ubuweb ]

I don't want to be destroyed
I just want to lay on this block of ice
I am one you are two we are three
What for?  What for?

I don't want to be destroyed
I just want to be left on this block of ice
I am one you are two we are three
What for?  What for?

My connection is your connection,
The sun is shining I see your face
Turning it over I see the clover
The things that I love dear are taking shape.

I don't want to be destroyed
I just want to be left on this block of ice
I am one you are two we are three
What for?  What for?

My connection is your connection,
The sun is shining I see your face
Turning it over I see the clover
The things that I love dear are taking shape.

[ The Oh Sees ]