Some of my best memories are of the stage.
I was only on it for a short time, but I may return yet again....
The elevated platform before the grid of spectators.
The blinding evidence of God in the spotlight.
The memorizing of lines, The eternal replays of emotion,
My character, my character, I am in Love with my character.
I am one with my character:
"...entire years strewn on the cutting room floor of memory..."
And how did no one know that I could sing?
Takis and white keys and
the audition, the competition,
the drive to succeed,
It was home to me...
But Mark Cohen... you were my first choice,
Why did I love you? How come you were a part of me
before everything?
You knew me
before everything...
You left with me
for everything...
The actors, the directors,
the moments where I shivered for reasons
I didn't know... who was saying the lines?
Who knew the pain? Mark? Me?
Or both of us-- As one?
The arguments, the pettiness,
The world was so simple then.
The next day, everything was forgiven,
The next day, everything was forgiven.
"This Yuppie scum," my best friends.
"He's in denial," and "without you... I'd die"
I was my own counselor. I was my own friend.
I broke down each night,
each death, each fight.
I wanted us to stay together,
The 8 of us, the 16 of us,
made no difference. I wanted
to bring peace, to bring love...
To be loved. To find love where
It was most abundant.
"Angel helped us believe in love."
You helped me believe in happiness
In existentialism, in the road not taken [Thank you Frost!]
We're Bohemians, but we sure as hell aren't forsaken!
Your/my pain and fears are the same As mine/yours.
"Will I lose my dignity?
Will someone care?
Will I wake tomorrow From this nightmare?"
I have my own Mimi, my own Roger,
"Facing your failure,
Facing your loneliness
Facing the fact that you're detached from feeling alive."
We are also changing, and shall continue to do so.
We're Dying in America
And while I may not own a notion
ten years after the millennium
and screw with content
and I'm coming into my own,
and emotion? I'll rent!
Larson's death wasn't in vain
And I'm learning who I am,
Thank you, all involved,
The dances, the spills,
The sing-offs, the thrills
Life lessons and life learned
I'm not going to forget you.
"Everything is Rent," Naysayers spew,
"and say Goodbye to the New Lease on Life,
For it's Out Tonight, you'll always be on Life Support."
Well "You'll See Boys,"
Our ways are bohemian
But our compassion Angelican
and I'm not letting anyone stopping me from
Being an US, for once... [think twice before you poo poo it!]
INSTEAD OF A THEM!
So, without, further ado...
Here goes.... here goooooooes...
Here goes.... here goooooooes...
TO DANCE!
[Edna:]
No way to make a living, masochism, pain, perfection,
Muscle spasms, chiropractors, short careers , eating disorders!
FILM!
[Jacob:]
Adventure, tedium, no family, boring locations,
Dark rooms, perfect faces, egos, money, Hollywood and sleaze!
MUSIC!
[Tirage:]
Food of love, emotion, mathematics, isolation,
Rhythm, power, feeling, harmony, and heavy competition!
ANARCHY!
[Alisz and The Wizard:]
Revolution, Justice, Screaming for solutions
Forcing changes, risks and danger,
Making cries and making pleas!
[God:]
To homos, lesbians, Cross-dressers, too!
Don't like it? What're you going to do?
'Cause even if I don't go crazy tonight,
There's no day but today,
And we all know that dawn comes after the twilight,
So I think I'll be okay...:}
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hqpqpH3XWfM
I was only on it for a short time, but I may return yet again....
The elevated platform before the grid of spectators.
The blinding evidence of God in the spotlight.
The memorizing of lines, The eternal replays of emotion,
My character, my character, I am in Love with my character.
I am one with my character:
"...entire years strewn on the cutting room floor of memory..."
And how did no one know that I could sing?
Takis and white keys and
the audition, the competition,
the drive to succeed,
It was home to me...
But Mark Cohen... you were my first choice,
Why did I love you? How come you were a part of me
before everything?
You knew me
before everything...
You left with me
for everything...
The actors, the directors,
the moments where I shivered for reasons
I didn't know... who was saying the lines?
Who knew the pain? Mark? Me?
Or both of us-- As one?
The arguments, the pettiness,
The world was so simple then.
The next day, everything was forgiven,
The next day, everything was forgiven.
"This Yuppie scum," my best friends.
"He's in denial," and "without you... I'd die"
I was my own counselor. I was my own friend.
I broke down each night,
each death, each fight.
I wanted us to stay together,
The 8 of us, the 16 of us,
made no difference. I wanted
to bring peace, to bring love...
To be loved. To find love where
It was most abundant.
"Angel helped us believe in love."
You helped me believe in happiness
In existentialism, in the road not taken [Thank you Frost!]
We're Bohemians, but we sure as hell aren't forsaken!
Your/my pain and fears are the same As mine/yours.
"Will I lose my dignity?
Will someone care?
Will I wake tomorrow From this nightmare?"
I have my own Mimi, my own Roger,
"Facing your failure,
Facing your loneliness
Facing the fact that you're detached from feeling alive."
We are also changing, and shall continue to do so.
We're Dying in America
And while I may not own a notion
ten years after the millennium
and screw with content
and I'm coming into my own,
and emotion? I'll rent!
Larson's death wasn't in vain
And I'm learning who I am,
Thank you, all involved,
The dances, the spills,
The sing-offs, the thrills
Life lessons and life learned
I'm not going to forget you.
"Everything is Rent," Naysayers spew,
"and say Goodbye to the New Lease on Life,
For it's Out Tonight, you'll always be on Life Support."
Well "You'll See Boys,"
Our ways are bohemian
But our compassion Angelican
and I'm not letting anyone stopping me from
Being an US, for once... [think twice before you poo poo it!]
INSTEAD OF A THEM!
So, without, further ado...
Here goes.... here goooooooes...
Here goes.... here goooooooes...
TO DANCE!
[Edna:]
No way to make a living, masochism, pain, perfection,
Muscle spasms, chiropractors, short careers , eating disorders!
FILM!
[Jacob:]
Adventure, tedium, no family, boring locations,
Dark rooms, perfect faces, egos, money, Hollywood and sleaze!
MUSIC!
[Tirage:]
Food of love, emotion, mathematics, isolation,
Rhythm, power, feeling, harmony, and heavy competition!
ANARCHY!
[Alisz and The Wizard:]
Revolution, Justice, Screaming for solutions
Forcing changes, risks and danger,
Making cries and making pleas!
[God:]
To homos, lesbians, Cross-dressers, too!
Don't like it? What're you going to do?
'Cause even if I don't go crazy tonight,
There's no day but today,
And we all know that dawn comes after the twilight,
So I think I'll be okay...:}
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hqpqpH3XWfM
if there was something higher than like, i'd click it. I know it's got more meaning then what i understand, but really appreciate it none the less :)
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