This was a song I wrote while at choir. Aiming for a Pam Ayres / Victoria Wood style, it was just a tongue-in-cheek look at the soprano experience. The intended joke was that this would be sung at soprano pitch, the named notes hit perfectly. Sadly, I lack musicians to set it for me so it languishes as a poem.
Ironically, four months later my new singing teacher told me I wasn’t a soprano but an alto.
Oh Please Let Me Sing With the Altos (A Soprano’s Lament)
Oh please let me sing with the Altos,
I can’t sing as high as I should.
I try but the results are just painful
I can’t sing if I know I’m no good.
Oh let me go down to the altos
I’m tired of scaling the heights.
The sopranos are too high-falluting
I never can quite get it right.
It is a G I see there before me,
Camped out on top of the stave
I need a step-ladder to scale it
Or could we just alter the clef?
It’s not that I don’t like sopranos
I just feel I lack the support
The ledger lines have me entangled
I’ve forgotten all I was taught.
The soloist soars high above me
F-ing, andante, away
Tutti mi hanno lasciato
Long before they get up to the A
Let me come down to earth with the Altos
I really could do with a rest
And, you’ve said it yourself, maestro,
Low company’s often the best.
© 11th March 2015 Julia Lee Dean