Influences

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Fifth-Rate Idea I say, I just had this incredibly fifth-rate idea If we get hold of some really tenth-rate people We could be into something really small Oh Calcutta! Oh Calcutta where the wind goes Whistling round your- The Critics Man 1: Hart's Prelude in A Minor for four strings Stretched over the mercy, Damian Damian: What I think we must remember is that, uh We can in no way compare the violent contrasting in Hart's work With the, say, the avuncular hedonistic elements As found in, for example, Schoenberg Man 2: Quite, quite Damian: He does seem to me at any rate To be consistently titillating one's quantum fantasies Man 2: Titillating, right? Damian: Most people when quoting Schoenberg do tend As I think you and I know only too well to prove For a surrealistic element which very often doesn't exist Man 2: Quite, quite I can't help but agree Damian: What I'm trying to say, basically Is that Hart's station to the metaphysical cannot possibly be compared With, say, the prosaic and ethereal qualities of, for example, Dillwater Man 2: Or even Waverley Station Man 3: Absolutely, John? John: Well I agree in principle, of course But you must realize, Damian, is it? Damian, that Dillwater's early work bears very little Very li- uh, little relation to anything Whereas most of Hart's earlier work was done, was done in the morning Which seems to me, at any rate, to give it that peculiar non-Latish flavour Damian: No, no, no, no, I do see what you mean It's just that his use of the iambic crotchet As a metaphor as opposed to crochet Would seem to me to suggest some form of intoxicating new influence John: Well I do see your point Do you think we could hear those last few bars again? Overheard Sitting Next To A Beautiful Girl In A Bar In Paris Uh, excuse me, uh, excuse me, ma'am I wonder if I might trouble you for a few moments You see, your friend has left you Can I buy you a cup of coffee or something? Uh, look, I don't quite know how to put this But see, uh, I'm going out to fight in Vietnam tomorrow I was, uh, uh, wondering, well You see, the thing is, uh, um While I'm a virgin and before I die I was wondering if, if you'd, uh, uh Hello, cheeky drawers I'm an incredibly sensuous man I've been hanging around here all my life How's about a little tickle up now? Uh, hello, sensuous woman I'm an incredibly cheeky driver I've been fucking around all my life How about waiting for it? Uh, I was, I just happened to be passing And I was, uh, I noticed you sitting there at the table, you know And your noodles was out and everything I thought, so I thought, well you know, I mean, you know If you're not doing anything, I'm not going now, well I mean, I know you have continental ways and all that But I was wondering if, uh Man: Thompson Thompson: Yes, sir Man: Have you finished searching the manor house? Thompson: Oh yes, sir We went over it with a fine tooth comb, sir Man: Did you find anything? Thompson: Yes, sir Two hundred by the flying teeth
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Credits
- Writers
- Derek O’Connor
- Richard Rodgers
- Kenneth Tynan
- Bob Hamilton
- John Shrapnel
- Tony Haygarth