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Genre:	Pop-Folk
BPM:	110
Released:	July 2022
URL:	/sndblnd.co/591P

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Shylock's Lament (Merchant Of Venice)

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Composition

	James Fraser ("offthewall") Composition, production. South Shields near Newcastle Tyneside United Kingdom	More
	Nigel Robinson ("Gemini") Vocals Scotland United Kingdom	More
	Kris Pride ("KrisPride") Vocals. Bay City MI USA	More
	elizabeth auzan ("elizabethauzan") Lyrics lausanne Vaud Switzerland	More

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Sound Recording

	Nigel Robinson ("Gemini") Vocal Scotland United Kingdom	More
	James Fraser ("offthewall") Composition, nylon guitar, low whistle, production. South Shields near Newcastle Tyneside United Kingdom	More
	Kris Pride ("KrisPride") Backing vocals. Bay City MI USA	More
	elizabeth auzan ("elizabethauzan") Lyrics lausanne Vaud Switzerland	More

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Artist's Notes

Another chapter in our Twist And Shake(speare) Project.

Lyrics

Shylock's Lament
Lyrics by Elizabeth Auzan

In the eyes of Venetian law
I always draw the shortest straw
I'm considered an alien
I'm a second-class citizen

Am I not warmed and cooled
By summer and winter like you?
Have I not hands like yours?
Have I not eyes, likewise?
If you poison me, Do I not die?

You judge me by my face and nose
You mock my religion and my clothes
You call my people scavengers
Avaricious and envious

Am I not warmed and cooled
By summer and winter like you?
Have I not hands like yours?
Have I not eyes, likewise?
If you poison me, Do I not die?

Too hot, too cold
Too young, too old
Too black, too white
Too dumb, too bright
Too fat, too thin
Too kind, too mean
A rose by any other name
Would smell lovely all the same
From a genetic point of view
There's no difference 'tween me and you

Am I not warmed and cooled
By summer and winter like you?
Have I not hands like yours?
Have I not eyes, likewise?
If you poison me, Do I not die?