I Get Used to It - Coppelius

We come from a time so different from this

Sometimes your era can be a bliss

Back then to hear the music that we play

Was not that easy as it is today

People had to travel some hundred miles away

But was it really worth the price they had to pay

Without amps we were not loud enough

And our music of that time was not that rough

Modern times throw me in a daze

My eyes are burning from the blaze

Fells like being in a pit — But

I get used to it

Cello Solo

If there was something to celebrate

Something to commemorate

We had much more than a cask of wine

This is why we lost track of time

Klarinettensoli

To court our men had much more to dare

To get the Ladies — it’s so unfair

Two hundred years later, how hace men advanced

It’s all so clear, the ladies lead the dance

Modern times throw me in a daze

My eyes are burning from the blaze

Fells like being in a pit — But

I get used to it