Alcohol for 4 B-flat clarinets



Close harmony clarinet quartet based on my vocal setting of a poem by Gavin Ewart.

The words of the original poem (limerick) are:
O, so slowly the brain starts to go
as the cells are burned out row by row
and they’re never replaced
So we’re certainly faced
with oblivion – the last thing we know!


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