The Alley of the Black Cat

[Verse 1]
The alley of the black cat
Hasn’t vanished into oblivion.
In that Genoese quarter
They still remember, two hundred years on.

[Chorus]
Well, today in the web’s embrace
They’re ours as if a treasured prize —
All of Paganini’s concerts, and
Every one of his caprices.

[Verse 2]
There Niccol; Paganini
Was a musician blessed by God;
On the whole, in E;flat major
His talent grew and came to bloom.

[Chorus]
Well, today in the web’s embrace
They’re ours as if a treasured prize —
All of Paganini’s concerts, and
Every one of his caprices.

[Verse 3]
Even if a Guarneri masterpiece
Lies hidden away in a safe,
The many;voiced Internet
Shouts out, straining at the leash!

[Chorus]
Well, today in the web’s embrace
They’re ours as if a treasured prize —
All of Paganini’s concerts, and
Every one of his caprices.

[Verse 4]
Of the Maestro’s history,
And his game of fate and skill,
With careless virtual touch,
A digital gadget weeps.

[Chorus]
Well, today in the web’s embrace
They’re ours as if a treasured prize —
All of Paganini’s concerts, and
Every one of his caprices.

[Verse 5]
In rock ’n’ roll, three flats
On the staff beside the clef —
The best monument to Niccol;
Is the Internet, for the Violinist!

[Chorus]
Well, today in the web’s embrace
They’re ours as if a treasured prize —
All of Paganini’s concerts, and
Every one of his caprices…
Every one of his caprices.