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©2004 Jeff Bohnhoff

Some say songs, they are a river
That flows to soothing meads.
Some say songs, they are but razors,
That leave your ears to bleed.
And amidst the bardic circle,
An endless aching need,
I see those who find the power,
Of songs in minor keys.

It’s the voice that’s always breaking
That never learns to scan.
It’s the song of grim war-making
The ever-crying man.
It’s the one who won’t be cheerful
Who cannot find the tune.
And the fan, afraid of smiling
Who sings of wreck and ruin.

When the filk has gone ‘til morning
And the verse goes on too long,
And you think that joy is only
For the mundane, or just wrong.
Just remember in the circle
When they’ve sung their songs of woe,
There’s no need to spill your life’s blood.
After all, it’s just the ose.

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from Grated Hits, released March 12, 2010
Maya Bohnhoff - Lead Vocal, Background Vocals
Michelle (vixy) Dockrey - Background Vocals
Mary Crowell - Piano
Jeff Bohnhoff - Orchestration

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Jeff and Maya Bohnhoff San Jose, California

Jeff and Maya have an identity crisis. Their music is sometimes uproariously funny parody (like their spot-on "Bohemian Rhapsody" parody "Midichlorian Rhapsody", or hauntingly beautiful, like "Road to Jerusalem" or "Manhattan Sleeps". One way or another, their music will create strong emotions. Jeff and Maya have been creating music together since 1979, and plan to continue for some time to come. ... more

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