Oh! Broadway’s where famous people go.
Though being famous doesn’t mean that you will get a good review
So Alec, write Ben Brantley if you want “that’s entertaining” too
We’ve got magic to do!
It might
Be a fight
Like you see on the screen
A swain
Getting slain
For the love of a queen
Some great Shakespearean scene
Where a ghost and a prince meet
And everyone ends in mincemeat
The gag
Might be waving the flag
That began
With a Mr. Cohan
Hip hooray
The American way!
The world is a stage
The stage is a world
Of entertainment!
Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Ooh, they’re red, white and blue
And when the band plays “Hail to the chief”
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no senator’s son, son
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate one, no
They hypnotized the summer, Nineteen seventy-nine.
Marched into the capital brooding duplicitous, wicked and able, media-ready,
Heartless, and labeled. Super U.S. citizen, super achiever, mega ultra power dosing. Relax.
Defense, defense, defense, defense. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ignoreland. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ignoreland. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Trump thinks Putin is a very strong leader
Just like him a fascist bottom-feeder
My folks were always putting him down (down, down)
They said he came from the wrong side of town
(Whatcha mean when ya say that he came from the wrong side of town?)
They told me he was bad
But I knew he was sad
That’s why I fell for the leader of the pack
Half elephant and half snake
The swamp monster will devour you before you wake
It doesn’t matter if you’re fat or thin
He will swallow you whole; flesh, bones and skin
If you happened to picnic in front of his cave
Or if in his swamp you decided to bathe
One would have to admit that you’re a pretty big fool
Because you just chose to drown in a pool of monster drool
Sharpen your knives
Lock up your wives
The swamp monster is here
Run for your lives
Oh, someday, girl, I don’t know when,
We’re gonna get to that place.
Where we really wanna go and we’ll walk in the sun.
But 'til then, tramps like us,
Baby, we were born to run.
He’s a tramp, he’s a scoundrel
He’s a rounder, he’s a cad
He’s a tramp but I love him
Yes, even I have got it pretty bad
You can never tell when he’ll show up
He gives you plenty of trouble
I guess, he’s just a no account pup
But I wish that he were double
He’s a poet and he’s a picker, he’s a prophet and he’s a pusher
He’s a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when he’s stoned
He’s a walkin’ contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction
Takin’ every wrong direction on his lonely way back home
And there’s a lot of wrong directions on that lonely way back home.
He’s got to make his own mistakes
And learn to mend the mess he makes
He’s old enough to know what’s right
But young enough not to choose it
He’s noble enough to win the world
But weak enough to lose it
He’s a New World Man
A new world calls across the ocean
A new world calls across the sky
A new world whispers in the shadows
Time to fly, time to fly
It’s about one moment
The moment before it all becomes clear
And in that one moment
You start to believe there’s nothing to fear
We’re together,
What else can matter?
Even though
Half a moment is too few
I shall save it
'Til I have another
Making one whole moment
Filled with you.
Just a moment
One peculiar passing moment
Must it all be either less or more?
Either plain or grand?
Is it always “or?”
Is it never “and?”
That’s what woods are for
For those moments in the woods
Oh, if life were made of moments
Even now and then a bad one!
But if life were only moments
Then you’d never know you had one
Sleep
Until the colors dissolve
Leave the dream to rain-soak forever
In blessed moments
Viewed from trains of half-truths
Monuments burn into moments
Up into other worlds
Other ascensions
Without deep sorrow to endure
I’m a-walkin’ in the rain,
Tears are fallin’ and I feel the pain.
Wishin’ you were here by me,
To end this misery.
Strolling along country roads with my baby
It starts to rain, it begins to pour
Without an umbrella we’re soaked to the skin
I feel a shiver run up my spine
I feel the warmth of her hand in mine
Oh, I hear laughter in the rain,
Walking hand in hand with the one I love
Oh, how I love the rainy days and the happy way I feel inside
Well I love a rainy night; I love a rainy night.
I love to hear the thunder;
watch the lightning when I lights up the sky.
You know it makes me feel good.
Raindrops keep fallin’ on my head,
That doesn’t mean eyes will soon be turning red
Cryin’s not for me…
These eyes, are crying,
These eyes have seen a lot of loves,
But they’re never gonna see another one like I had with you.