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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>346</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-4579410372852030253</id><published>2012-01-15T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T12:02:45.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wanted Man</title><content type='html'>Dear Wyatt Earp&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be bad&lt;br /&gt;All I want to be&lt;br /&gt;Is a wanted man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-4579410372852030253?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/4579410372852030253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=4579410372852030253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/4579410372852030253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/4579410372852030253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2012/01/wanted-man.html' title='A Wanted 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href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2011/11/hair.html' title='Hair...'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/t3cQLFab9Ok/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-4637121731043857263</id><published>2011-08-14T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T12:05:06.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Both Sides Now</title><content type='html'>Ok, first post in a while... back to writing --- this is a classic.  Again, something to aspire towards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tKQSlH-LLTQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-4637121731043857263?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/4637121731043857263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=4637121731043857263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/4637121731043857263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/4637121731043857263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2011/08/both-sides-now.html' title='Both Sides Now'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tKQSlH-LLTQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-3748043025055902697</id><published>2010-12-04T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T08:25:36.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh How Will You Find Your Way?</title><content type='html'>I really liked this movie, and blog readers know I'm a fan of Elfman.  One of the critiques I read about this film was that it was not true to the book.  To that, I reply, well, obviously... have you read the book?  I still can't believe they push "Alice" as reading for elementary schoolers at the bookstore.  Any movie that is both a tad bit odd and about self-discovery will almost inevitably appeal to me.  And you know how I like these sort of epic songs... :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kFjTbnMJf9k" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-3748043025055902697?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/3748043025055902697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=3748043025055902697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/3748043025055902697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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much?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Y' know I love y'&lt;br /&gt;(But do y' know how much?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[intro]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y’ know I love ya’&lt;br /&gt;But do y’ know how much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than a little bit&lt;br /&gt;More than a simple crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love y’ more&lt;br /&gt;Than my ole’ pick up truck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know how I care for that truck&lt;br /&gt;So can I get an “Awwwww shucks”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music--- following lyrics with greater emphasis]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y’ know I love y’&lt;br /&gt;But do y’ know how much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than a billionaire&lt;br /&gt;Loves a billion bucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I wouldn’t trade you&lt;br /&gt;For a trillion bucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s cause I love y’&lt;br /&gt;But did you know that much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather be with you&lt;br /&gt;Than be on the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather be with you&lt;br /&gt;Than be a great tycoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather be with you&lt;br /&gt;Than be a raccoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I know you’d laugh&lt;br /&gt;At such a loony tune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love&lt;br /&gt;Numerically &lt;br /&gt;Would be infinite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Geometrically&lt;br /&gt;Two joined vertices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask me why&lt;br /&gt;All I knows they rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y’ know I love y’&lt;br /&gt;I chime that all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y’ know I love y’&lt;br /&gt;But do y’ know how much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than infinite&lt;br /&gt;More than a billion bucks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than all bunnies&lt;br /&gt;Love to pluck &lt;br /&gt;(their eyelashes of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y’ know I love y’&lt;br /&gt;But did y’ know that much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s ‘cause I love y’&lt;br /&gt;I love y’ so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re so much more&lt;br /&gt;Than any simple crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re my mornin’ sunshine&lt;br /&gt;And my evenin’ rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you in my life&lt;br /&gt;Heck, life is plush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y’ know I love y’&lt;br /&gt;But did y’ know this much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than Daisy Duck&lt;br /&gt;Loves her Donald Duck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than a Red Sox fan&lt;br /&gt;Loves to scream&lt;br /&gt;“Yankees suck”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y’ know I love y’&lt;br /&gt;Ready for the “I love y’” chorus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love y’, Love y’, Love’ y’, Love y’&lt;br /&gt;Like a trillion bucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love y’, Love y’, Love y’, Love y’&lt;br /&gt;Like my pick up truck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love y’, Love y’, Love y’, Love y’&lt;br /&gt;Like a girl loves a nip and tuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even more than all that&lt;br /&gt;See? That’s the crux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You erase my ughs&lt;br /&gt;With your big bear hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my teddy bear&lt;br /&gt;And my favorite pin-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if at the end&lt;br /&gt;I had to round it all up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d say I love you&lt;br /&gt;As you’re my lady luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than a fitness freak&lt;br /&gt;Loves to do push ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than all bunnies&lt;br /&gt;Love to pluck&lt;br /&gt;(Their eyelashes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s it…&lt;br /&gt;That’s all…&lt;br /&gt;So again to sum it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y’ know I love y’&lt;br /&gt;That’s “what’s up”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[end]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-4938245811930014753?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/4938245811930014753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=4938245811930014753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/4938245811930014753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/4938245811930014753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/11/y-know-i-love-y-but-do-y-know-how-much.html' title='Y&apos; know I love y&apos; (But do y&apos; know how much?)'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-615695166948609855</id><published>2010-11-07T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T16:56:28.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Code Name Poop</title><content type='html'>New rule: I'm not apologizing to anyone until Christmas.  So I hope you enjoy this song!!! ;-P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Code Name Poop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who’s on my mind?&lt;br /&gt;Who’s on my mind?&lt;br /&gt;Someone stinky&lt;br /&gt;Watch your behind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who’s that I smell?&lt;br /&gt;Who’s that I smell?&lt;br /&gt;Someone pungent&lt;br /&gt;Goin’ down the well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is her name? &lt;br /&gt;What is her name?&lt;br /&gt;Pull out a stool&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll show you her name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is that name?&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain...&lt;br /&gt;Lend me thy ear&lt;br /&gt;But look to thy rear. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Code name poop!&lt;br /&gt;(Here you go here’s another scoop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Code name poop!&lt;br /&gt;(Here you go here’s another scoop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Code name poop!&lt;br /&gt;(Here you go here’s another scoop!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Code name poop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I told you &lt;br /&gt;What she means to me&lt;br /&gt;You might say me a wee bit mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I told you&lt;br /&gt;What I think of she&lt;br /&gt;You might call me a little ornery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I told you &lt;br /&gt;How she smells to me&lt;br /&gt;It’d be fair to say my mouth’s potty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I told you&lt;br /&gt;What she did to me&lt;br /&gt;You might join me in this great reprise…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For code name poop!&lt;br /&gt;(Here you go here’s another scoop!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Code name poop!&lt;br /&gt;(Here you go here’s another scoop!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Code name poop!&lt;br /&gt;(Here you go here’s another scoop!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Code name poop!&lt;br /&gt;(Here you go here’s another scoop!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As no song is more logical&lt;br /&gt;Than of our femme scatological&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl has the nom de plume&lt;br /&gt;Of what you’d find in a rank bathroom &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So go ahead and turn your nose aside&lt;br /&gt;To avoid her nose-icide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know that noxious smell&lt;br /&gt;Is a product of the ex from hell…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phhhhheeeeeeeeeeewwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s code name poop!&lt;br /&gt;(Here you go here’s another scoop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Code name poop!&lt;br /&gt;(Here you go here’s another scoop!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Code name poop!&lt;br /&gt;(Here you go here’s another scoop!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Code name poop!&lt;br /&gt;(Here you go here’s another scoop!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the species&lt;br /&gt;Of every feces!&lt;br /&gt;She is the girl &lt;br /&gt;That deserves this reprise&lt;br /&gt;She is the species&lt;br /&gt;Of every feces!&lt;br /&gt;She is the girl&lt;br /&gt;That deserves this reprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this bird&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice behind&lt;br /&gt;And we all know what it left behind&lt;br /&gt;Was a turd&lt;br /&gt;Of the most sordid kind&lt;br /&gt;The sort of turd&lt;br /&gt;To make one lose one mind…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am&lt;br /&gt;The most jealous kind&lt;br /&gt;Cause she fell in love&lt;br /&gt;With a wookie’s pine&lt;br /&gt;And though marriage&lt;br /&gt;Weren’t a thought of mine&lt;br /&gt;I say she’s shit&lt;br /&gt;And that’s being kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Code name poop!&lt;br /&gt;(Here you go here’s another scoop)&lt;br /&gt;Code name poop!&lt;br /&gt;(Here you go here’s another scoop)&lt;br /&gt;Code name poop!&lt;br /&gt;(Here you go here’s another scoop)&lt;br /&gt;Code name poop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you say I’m a misogynist?&lt;br /&gt;You never met her&lt;br /&gt;Do you get my gist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you say I’m a misogynist?&lt;br /&gt;You never met her&lt;br /&gt;Do you get my gist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you say I’m a misogynist?&lt;br /&gt;You never met her&lt;br /&gt;Do you get my gist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you say I’m a misogynist?&lt;br /&gt;You never met her&lt;br /&gt;And she’s worse than pissssssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Code name poop&lt;br /&gt;(Here you go here’s another scoop!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Code name poop&lt;br /&gt;(Here you go here’s another scoop!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Code name poop&lt;br /&gt;(Here you go here’s another scoop!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Code name poop&lt;br /&gt;(Here you go here’s another scoop!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the species&lt;br /&gt;Of every feces&lt;br /&gt;She is the girl&lt;br /&gt;That deserves this reprise&lt;br /&gt;She is the species&lt;br /&gt;Of every feces&lt;br /&gt;She is the girl&lt;br /&gt;That deserves this reprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the only name that’s logical&lt;br /&gt;Is of le femme scatological&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you see her nom de plume&lt;br /&gt;Is a product of the rank bathroom&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead and roll your eyes aside&lt;br /&gt;But don’t dare open those nostrils wide&lt;br /&gt;For I gave you the inside scoop&lt;br /&gt;On the femme whose name is&lt;br /&gt;Code name pooooop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Code named poop&lt;br /&gt;(Here you go here’s another scoop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Code named poop&lt;br /&gt;(Here you go here’s another scoop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Code named poop&lt;br /&gt;(Here you go here’s another scoop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Code named poop &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still think I’m a misogynist?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you’re right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't give a shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get my gist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(End)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-615695166948609855?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/615695166948609855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=615695166948609855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/615695166948609855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/615695166948609855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/11/code-name-poop.html' title='Code Name Poop'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-1586534537377799608</id><published>2010-10-20T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T18:47:05.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Blue Eyes!!!</title><content type='html'>As many of you may have guessed through some of my songs on this blog, I can be moody sometimes.  I oftentimes write about things that have meaning to me.  Sometimes I just write silly rhymes that are catchy and probably lucrative.  But mostly, if you get anything from this blog, it’s that I really believe that love is the most important thing in life (and beyond if there is such a place).  Whenever I am blue, (as in feeling down) which happens sometimes, I will almost always think of my sisters… though if they ever read this, I think of them often when I am happy too.  Anyway, my sisters are two people who I know with complete confidence love me no matter what and it is impossible to emphasize just how important that is to me.  If you ever find a person like that, or perhaps I am a person like that --- just enjoy it.  Really, truly, enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song below is a bit different than the typical angst-ballads I have been writing recently.  This one was inspired a while ago when I was sitting by my lonesome on an airplane and thinking of my sisters.  One way to identify the three of us is that we each have different colored eyes: one sister has brown, the other blue, and I have hazel eyes.  So I thought to myself… Blue eyes… you’re beautiful… and after a few subsequent thoughts like that… and a few months… this song was born.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my Blue Eyes’s birthday --- HAPPY BIRTHDAY Blue Eyes!!!  If she heard this song on the radio she probably wouldn’t like it much, because it’s kind of an oldie… slow and melodic like an ole’ Frank Sinatra or Cole Porter song…  But if she knew that she inspired it… she’d probably down a glass of wine in my honor.  I love her so much.  My sisters bring me smiles, happiness--- to me they define the whole point of life.  Happy Birthday, Wonderful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blue eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[musical intro]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue eyes, you’re beautiful&lt;br /&gt;As beautiful as the full moon aglow&lt;br /&gt;As beautiful as all the stars I know&lt;br /&gt;Blue eyes, you’re beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s that in your hair?&lt;br /&gt;A butterfly pin flying through your hair&lt;br /&gt;The many soft things that we softly share&lt;br /&gt;Blue eyes, you’re beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music builds]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whenever I am blue&lt;br /&gt;Blue eyes I think of you&lt;br /&gt;With your laughter and your smiles&lt;br /&gt;You change my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For when it’s as dark as night &lt;br /&gt;As the sun you make it light&lt;br /&gt;With your comfort and your warmth&lt;br /&gt;My sky turns blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause when I look to that sky&lt;br /&gt;Blue eyes you’re all I find&lt;br /&gt;A million trillion stars in bind&lt;br /&gt;You’re on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what else a guy to do&lt;br /&gt;When his heart is feelin’ blue &lt;br /&gt;You are the best, the greatest &lt;br /&gt;And yes… I love you, blue&lt;br /&gt;(Yes I do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue eyes, you’re beautiful&lt;br /&gt;As beautiful as the full moon aglow&lt;br /&gt;As beautiful as all the stars I know&lt;br /&gt;Blue eyes, &lt;br /&gt;I love you, &lt;br /&gt;Blue…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music – end]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-1586534537377799608?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/1586534537377799608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=1586534537377799608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/1586534537377799608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/1586534537377799608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday-blue-eyes.html' title='Happy Birthday, Blue Eyes!!!'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-1778098150244495718</id><published>2010-10-10T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T10:54:00.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you God...</title><content type='html'>Another one of my wonderful temper-tantrums converted into music.  The chorus is classic and something just about everyone can probably relate to.  Have a great holiday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you God (for the ones that got away!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen hours in a day &lt;br /&gt;Make it twenty when you dream her way&lt;br /&gt;Endless days become endless nights&lt;br /&gt;When it’s close to three&lt;br /&gt;And still on that fight&lt;br /&gt;Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;What did you say?&lt;br /&gt;Some more rhetorical&lt;br /&gt;Q and A&lt;br /&gt;The longer it goes&lt;br /&gt;The more it stays the same&lt;br /&gt;Until one day she’s left&lt;br /&gt;Then later wow, how lame…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m older now&lt;br /&gt;And all I’ve gotta say&lt;br /&gt;Is Thank you God!&lt;br /&gt;For the ones that &lt;br /&gt;Got away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohohhohhh ohhohohhhh&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh yea Yeahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhohh ohhhh ohhohhohh&lt;br /&gt;Helllll yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropped me a note&lt;br /&gt;Dropped me a line&lt;br /&gt;Did what she did&lt;br /&gt;Until my thoughts weren’t mine&lt;br /&gt;Introduced me to the love of my life&lt;br /&gt;Reality&lt;br /&gt;A second hand of the night&lt;br /&gt;There were good times&lt;br /&gt;Can’t say a lie&lt;br /&gt;Lying, Lying,&lt;br /&gt;Well, by and by,&lt;br /&gt;On the subway I saw her face&lt;br /&gt;A little tension, then a lot of space&lt;br /&gt;Do I love her? &lt;br /&gt;Well, who can say&lt;br /&gt;All I know&lt;br /&gt;Is get the hell away&lt;br /&gt;Get the hell away&lt;br /&gt;Oh get the hell away&lt;br /&gt;You crazy bitch &lt;br /&gt;Get the hell away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m older now&lt;br /&gt;And all I gotta say&lt;br /&gt;Is thank you God&lt;br /&gt;For the ones that got away!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohohhohhh bpbopbpop ohho bpbopbp&lt;br /&gt;Ohohhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhohh ohhhh ohhohhohh&lt;br /&gt;Helllll yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sympathy&lt;br /&gt;Do not have it for me&lt;br /&gt;This is my symphony&lt;br /&gt;Of what love did to me&lt;br /&gt;Was it one&lt;br /&gt;D’ twat&lt;br /&gt;Or two&lt;br /&gt;D’ twat&lt;br /&gt;Yes, deux d’twats&lt;br /&gt;Of the love voila&lt;br /&gt;Fool me once&lt;br /&gt;Well, shame on you&lt;br /&gt;Fool me again&lt;br /&gt;By George, it’s a bush!&lt;br /&gt;At the time &lt;br /&gt;I thought it rather hot&lt;br /&gt;But in retrospect&lt;br /&gt;The bloody love robot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addicted dick, emotional wreck&lt;br /&gt;So very slick when I paid the check&lt;br /&gt;Enough to speak of she who wreaks&lt;br /&gt;To be sleepless on her bloody fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Cocaine it’s plain&lt;br /&gt;And heroine too&lt;br /&gt;By George, it’s girls&lt;br /&gt;Who undo the screws&lt;br /&gt;But now I’m stronger&lt;br /&gt;Like a hurricane&lt;br /&gt;Writing a song&lt;br /&gt;To blow away those pains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s enough, in retrospect&lt;br /&gt;To make me sick&lt;br /&gt;But at least I’m now&lt;br /&gt;Not an addicted dick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m older now…&lt;br /&gt;And all I gotta say&lt;br /&gt;Is thank you God &lt;br /&gt;For the ones that got away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh Ohhh  ah ah ah ah&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh Ohhh ah ah ah ah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh Ohhh ah ah ah ah&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh Ohhh ah ah ah ah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m older so I start to realize&lt;br /&gt;That true love&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t found in someone’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;Fickle tears they only paralyze&lt;br /&gt;It’s that “lovin” tongue&lt;br /&gt;For false idol eyes&lt;br /&gt;Religious fervor&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that prize?&lt;br /&gt;Some heaven waits&lt;br /&gt;When you see the light&lt;br /&gt;What’s that answer&lt;br /&gt;What is true love? &lt;br /&gt;I know what it ain’t&lt;br /&gt;Through someone else’s eyes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m older now&lt;br /&gt;And all I gotta say&lt;br /&gt;Is thank you, God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh thank you God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh thank you God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, thank you Loooooorrrrrrrd…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those two…&lt;br /&gt;Insert expletives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That got away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music--- end]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-1778098150244495718?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/1778098150244495718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=1778098150244495718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/1778098150244495718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/1778098150244495718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/10/thank-you-god.html' title='Thank you God...'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-5070833908863724982</id><published>2010-09-26T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T12:33:40.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissed by a Dramatist!</title><content type='html'>This one is pretty darn great.  Female voice with intensity (like Roger Moore). I guess it could be written for a dude's voice, but what would be the point in that?  :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kissed by a Dramatist!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and save me&lt;br /&gt;Protect my honor&lt;br /&gt;Rescue me from my&lt;br /&gt;Evil step mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a hero&lt;br /&gt;I need a fighter&lt;br /&gt;I need you by my side&lt;br /&gt;When it’s gettin’ hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No forget-me-nots&lt;br /&gt;I need a Lancelot!&lt;br /&gt;Someone who can bring&lt;br /&gt;A modern Camelot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you to be&lt;br /&gt;More than reality!&lt;br /&gt;I need you to be&lt;br /&gt;My bed-time fantasy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you’ve been &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you’ve been &lt;br /&gt;So now you’re innnnnnn….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed by a dramatist!&lt;br /&gt;(Kissed by a dramatist!)&lt;br /&gt;Kissed by a dramatist&lt;br /&gt;(Kissed by a dramatist!)&lt;br /&gt;Kissed by a dramatist&lt;br /&gt;(Kissed by a dramatist!)&lt;br /&gt;Kissed by a dramatist…&lt;br /&gt;(tis…. tis…. tis… tis…. tis… tis… tis… tis…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s one true destiny&lt;br /&gt;And that is you and me&lt;br /&gt;Intertwined in fate&lt;br /&gt;For all eternity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For when I’m in your arms&lt;br /&gt;I have to believe&lt;br /&gt;That even when you die&lt;br /&gt;You will never leave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you’re my hero&lt;br /&gt;From every fable&lt;br /&gt;You hold me close&lt;br /&gt;Like Clark Gable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in your eyes, I &lt;br /&gt;I know my prize&lt;br /&gt;Is a man whom Darcy&lt;br /&gt;Would idolize &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause, you’ve been&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you’ve been&lt;br /&gt;So now we’re in…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed by a dramatist&lt;br /&gt;(Kissed by a dramatist!)&lt;br /&gt;Kissed by a dramatist&lt;br /&gt;(Kissed by a dramatist!)&lt;br /&gt;Kissed by a dramatist) &lt;br /&gt;(Kissed by a dramatist!)&lt;br /&gt;Kissed by a dramatist&lt;br /&gt;(Tis tis tis tis tis tis tis tis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re my Jack&lt;br /&gt;And… I’m your Rose&lt;br /&gt;So…. when I’m captured&lt;br /&gt;You sock ‘em in the nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Batman&lt;br /&gt;Hello Superman&lt;br /&gt;You don’t hold a candle&lt;br /&gt;To my man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For we’re forever&lt;br /&gt;And ever!&lt;br /&gt;Follows me to hell &lt;br /&gt;Or wherever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine this?&lt;br /&gt;Eternity&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped in true love’s kiss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ophelia&lt;br /&gt;Lady of Shallot&lt;br /&gt;Those feelings, yes&lt;br /&gt;That water, not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cry &lt;br /&gt;And I wanna lie, but&lt;br /&gt;I need I need &lt;br /&gt;A man by my side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you listen,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you listen,&lt;br /&gt;I am now your mission&lt;br /&gt;And your sole volition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you don’t want this&lt;br /&gt;Do not touch these lips&lt;br /&gt;For what a woman needs&lt;br /&gt;Is a soul that’s lit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I want…&lt;br /&gt;And ….I need…&lt;br /&gt;So…. you better be…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music builds...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed by a dramatist!&lt;br /&gt;(Kissed by a dramatist!)&lt;br /&gt;Kissed by a dramatist!&lt;br /&gt;(Kissed by a dramatist!)&lt;br /&gt;Kissed by a dramatist!&lt;br /&gt;(Kissed by a dramatist!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh… ohhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ki-ki-ki-ki-ki-ki-ki-ki-ki-ki-ki-ki-ki-ki-ki-ki-ki- kissed!&lt;br /&gt;Kissed by a dramatist!&lt;br /&gt;(By a dramatist!)&lt;br /&gt;Kissed by a dramatist!&lt;br /&gt;(By a dramatist!)&lt;br /&gt;Kissed by a dramatist!&lt;br /&gt;(By a dramatist!)&lt;br /&gt;Kissed by a dramatist….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is love biology?&lt;br /&gt;The body’s chemistry?&lt;br /&gt;The lonely cure&lt;br /&gt;Until the month strikes three?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pricks the nerves&lt;br /&gt;And steals the sleep&lt;br /&gt;Gives you no choice&lt;br /&gt;To neither keep nor weep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it even more&lt;br /&gt;Than all insanity&lt;br /&gt;Perchance, that ring&lt;br /&gt;For all eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What simple lyrics&lt;br /&gt;What naivety&lt;br /&gt;Up here a girl&lt;br /&gt;Who wants eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know of love&lt;br /&gt;And it’s not chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Nor biology&lt;br /&gt;Nor even liberty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what love is&lt;br /&gt;Is my reality&lt;br /&gt;And so what if that happens to be&lt;br /&gt;The greatest fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause he was&lt;br /&gt;And will be&lt;br /&gt;So I need you to be…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed by a dramatist&lt;br /&gt;Kissed by a dramatist!&lt;br /&gt;Missed by a dramatist&lt;br /&gt;Kissed by a dramatist!&lt;br /&gt;Missed by a dramatist&lt;br /&gt;Kissed by a dramatist!&lt;br /&gt;Missed by a dramatist&lt;br /&gt;(tis tis tis tis tis tis tis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;Reality?&lt;br /&gt;They’re all yours&lt;br /&gt;It’s up to you, you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oooo oooo ooo oooo ooo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[musical flurry]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[end]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-5070833908863724982?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/5070833908863724982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=5070833908863724982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/5070833908863724982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/5070833908863724982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/09/kissed-by-dramatist.html' title='Kissed by a Dramatist!'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-5278146024452527372</id><published>2010-09-26T11:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T11:43:24.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding out for a Hero</title><content type='html'>This song/ scene seems suitable.  From the film "Footloose", Bonnie Tyler performs "Holding out for a Hero" by Jim Steinman and Jim Pitchford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JA1wrvqDRNw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JA1wrvqDRNw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-5278146024452527372?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/5278146024452527372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=5278146024452527372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/5278146024452527372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/5278146024452527372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/09/holding-out-for-hero.html' title='Holding out for a Hero'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-8144970482789355024</id><published>2010-09-04T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T12:07:22.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotties with Pilates</title><content type='html'>Ok, so one day at work my co-worker rhymed "hotties" and "pilates"--- I immediately told her there was a song in that... and set out to prove it.  See below... this song is ridiculous and juvenile, but it's also extremely catchy (and I think rather funny).  I hope you enjoy!  I considered entitling it "Peyton's Wet Dream"...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, the beat is fast.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hotties with Pilates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up in the evening&lt;br /&gt;With a fever in my body&lt;br /&gt;And a mind that’s goin’ dotty&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause the reel is showin’ hotties &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a feeling that’s alarming&lt;br /&gt;And often quite disarming&lt;br /&gt;What else a guy to do&lt;br /&gt;But write a song that’s sweet and charming…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music] [music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at all those bodies&lt;br /&gt;On those hotties with pilates&lt;br /&gt;It is futile &lt;br /&gt;It is simple&lt;br /&gt;I have pimples&lt;br /&gt;They, butt dimples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my body&lt;br /&gt;Just a slave to all that’s Hottie&lt;br /&gt;Always asking Shakespeare’s question&lt;br /&gt;To be &lt;br /&gt;Or not be&lt;br /&gt;Hottie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidence&lt;br /&gt;You know it rhymes with&lt;br /&gt;Common sense…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have one…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidence&lt;br /&gt;You know it rhymes with&lt;br /&gt;Common sense…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And which one’s fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I’m goin’ to the party&lt;br /&gt;With those hotties with pilates&lt;br /&gt;Gonna beat their boy toy armies&lt;br /&gt;Whose Bugattis &lt;br /&gt;And Ferarris…&lt;br /&gt;Cannot beat what looms inside me&lt;br /&gt;Like the great illuminati&lt;br /&gt;Sure, they are&lt;br /&gt;Summa cum laudes&lt;br /&gt;But I’ll teach &lt;br /&gt;Some “come” a laude!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Uh uh uh uh…&lt;br /&gt;uh uh uh uh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Some “come” a laude!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh uh uh…&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh uh uh…&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh!!  Ahhh! Ahhhh!})&lt;br /&gt;[if it is not clear to my dear, innocent, readers--- this should be sung so it is clear he is referring to “coming” loudly—and the “uhs” should be mimicking the sound of orgasm--- though not quite actual orgasm for that would not be permitted on the radio ;-P ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidence&lt;br /&gt;You know it comes from&lt;br /&gt;Common sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that’s right…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidence&lt;br /&gt;You know it comes from&lt;br /&gt;Common sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause just look at all those bodies&lt;br /&gt;On those hotties with pilates&lt;br /&gt;It’s a smokin’ promenade&lt;br /&gt;Of some Lady Marmelades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I ask them the real question&lt;br /&gt;Of “To be or not be hottie”&lt;br /&gt;Or do we just go and rock our bodies&lt;br /&gt;Lighting rod &lt;br /&gt;Shocked in a body! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music] (Yaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!) [music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electricity&lt;br /&gt;It’s a sin&lt;br /&gt;For you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh please, tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electricity&lt;br /&gt;It’s a sin&lt;br /&gt;So let it’s synergy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light up this night…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(uh uh uh uh-uh uh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(could you tell me anything any more fun?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music] [music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it’s playtime for the body&lt;br /&gt;To inspire literati&lt;br /&gt;It’s the playtime for the body&lt;br /&gt;To make our faces hottie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the playtime for the body&lt;br /&gt;So let’s do dual pilates&lt;br /&gt;It’s the playtime for the body&lt;br /&gt;It’s what makes these lyrics dotty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are these lyrics really dotty?&lt;br /&gt;Do you still release in potty?&lt;br /&gt;I think your mind is dotty&lt;br /&gt;Who couldn’t with those hotties?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this song is shoddy!&lt;br /&gt;I think you rhymed with body!&lt;br /&gt;Could I win the lottery&lt;br /&gt;To be smokin’ in those hotties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wooooooooo)&lt;br /&gt;[music] [music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’m goin’ to the party&lt;br /&gt;With those hotties with pilates&lt;br /&gt;I feel little&lt;br /&gt;I feel stupid&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause just look&lt;br /&gt;You don’t need cupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m goin’ to that party&lt;br /&gt;With those hotties with pilates&lt;br /&gt;But the truth&lt;br /&gt;Is sadly simple&lt;br /&gt;I have pimples&lt;br /&gt;They, butt dimples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if this is what it seems&lt;br /&gt;Just one teenager’s wet dream&lt;br /&gt;You should know that what represses&lt;br /&gt;Is at its best when one undresses !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let free those pretty tresses&lt;br /&gt;And let loose with thou who addresses&lt;br /&gt;You as a perfect hottie&lt;br /&gt;And begin to scream “Oh Lawdy!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lawdy! Oh Lawdy! Oh Lawwwwwwdy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause believe it or not&lt;br /&gt;This boy is a&lt;br /&gt;Summa hubba hubba hubba &lt;br /&gt;Lova’ lova’ lova’, lova'&lt;br /&gt;When you come-a’ come-a’ come-a’&lt;br /&gt;Very, very, verrrrrry&lt;br /&gt;Lauuuuuuuude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ohhhhh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[end]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-8144970482789355024?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/8144970482789355024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=8144970482789355024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/8144970482789355024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/8144970482789355024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/09/hotties-with-pilates.html' title='Hotties with Pilates'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-3015647614084032456</id><published>2010-09-04T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T11:37:55.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tara's Theme</title><content type='html'>I wonder if my sister knows such a beautiful song bears her name...  if only I could write such a beautiful song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the year 1939 by Max Steiner... if you haven't seen the film, you probably should...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ikVeY0brtXU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ikVeY0brtXU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-3015647614084032456?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/3015647614084032456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=3015647614084032456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/3015647614084032456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/3015647614084032456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/09/taras-theme.html' title='Tara&apos;s Theme'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-7113942849420135460</id><published>2010-08-29T10:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T11:50:04.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fuel of Music</title><content type='html'>Ok, enough of my rants... back to songs.  In my opinion, this song is also good and has a lot of potential--- though similar in subject matter (and lyrics) to one of my recent ones--- "Infuse Your Body to the Music".  I guess I have been in a dancing mood lately (though not really).  Yeah, the "Yum Yum Yum" lyrics are kind of dumb--- but I think it's good to have dumb lyrics, it makes the song fun....  I hope you enjoy it; and if you don't, there's always next weekend...  :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Fuel of Music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Intro of Music beat similar to heartbeat] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step into your heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;Join it to the beat&lt;br /&gt;As there’s a party starting&lt;br /&gt;But the moment ain’t complete&lt;br /&gt;Until you let the music move you&lt;br /&gt;And liberate your feet&lt;br /&gt;Until you’re steppin’ to the tune&lt;br /&gt;That you alone own your heartbeat…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Transition Music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the news, kid&lt;br /&gt;There’s freedom in music&lt;br /&gt;That the more you lose it&lt;br /&gt;The more you gain, kid&lt;br /&gt;It’s a strange expression&lt;br /&gt;But there’s nothin’ to it&lt;br /&gt;Just move your body&lt;br /&gt;With the fuel of music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the beat &lt;br /&gt;And meet the heat&lt;br /&gt;And taste the feast &lt;br /&gt;Of freedom&lt;br /&gt;(Yum Yum Yum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the beat&lt;br /&gt;And meet the heat&lt;br /&gt;And taste the feast&lt;br /&gt;Of freedom&lt;br /&gt;(Yum Yum Yum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Dance! [fast paced music] &lt;br /&gt;Treat each moment like it might be your last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Dance!  [fast paced music]&lt;br /&gt;Each second is yours to romance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out and Dance! [fast paced music]&lt;br /&gt;No last stands in the movement of dance!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Freedom in Dance! [fast paced music]&lt;br /&gt;Too much fighting leads to no fighting chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything more core…&lt;br /&gt;To our beings than the great dance floor?&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything more core…&lt;br /&gt;To happiness than the sweat from our pores?&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything more core…&lt;br /&gt;To our bodies than what these limbs are for?&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything more core…&lt;br /&gt;To our lives than the great dance floor!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We’re all meant to move&lt;br /&gt;With the fuel of music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So start your engines&lt;br /&gt;With that tune that moves y’)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re all meant to move &lt;br /&gt;With the fuel of music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Energize your life&lt;br /&gt;With that sound that moves y’)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re all meant to move&lt;br /&gt;With the fuel of music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So start your engines&lt;br /&gt;With that tune that moves y’)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re all meant to move&lt;br /&gt;With the fuel of music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So get filled up&lt;br /&gt;With that sound that fuels y')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom in dance&lt;br /&gt;Freedom in dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each second is yours to romance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom in dance&lt;br /&gt;Freedom in dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat each second like it might be your last! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom in dance&lt;br /&gt;Freedom in dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No last stands in the movement of dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom in dance&lt;br /&gt;Freedom in dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music of love is in the movement of dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music music]&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh--- Oh Oh--- Oh Oh- --- Oh Oh--- Oh Ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fuel of music..  the fuel of music…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music music]&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh--- Oh Oh--- Oh Oh- --- Oh Oh--- Oh Ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get filled up… with the tune that moves y’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music music]&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh--- Oh Oh--- Oh Oh- --- Oh Oh--- Oh Ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fuel of music… the fuel of music…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music music]&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh--- Oh Oh--- Oh Oh- --- Oh Oh--- Oh Ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get filled up… let the music fuel y’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-d-d-d-d-Dance, D-d-d-d-d- Dance [fast paced music]&lt;br /&gt;Treat each moment like it might be your last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-d-d-d-d-Dance, D-d-d-d-d- Dance [fast paced music]&lt;br /&gt;Each second is yours to romance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-d-d-d-d-Dance, D-d-d-d-d- Dance  [fast paced music]&lt;br /&gt;No last stands in the movement of dance!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;D-d-d-d-d-Dance, D-d-d-d-d- Dance [fast paced music]&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes there’s… freedom in dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re never found&lt;br /&gt;Until your lost&lt;br /&gt;So make a sound&lt;br /&gt;At any cost!&lt;br /&gt;You’re never found&lt;br /&gt;Until your lost&lt;br /&gt;So shake you body&lt;br /&gt;At any cost!&lt;br /&gt;You’re never found&lt;br /&gt;Until you’re lost&lt;br /&gt;So lose yourself&lt;br /&gt;Or else the moment’s lost!&lt;br /&gt;You’re never found&lt;br /&gt;Until your lost&lt;br /&gt;Get loose, kid&lt;br /&gt;For there’s freedom in music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom in music&lt;br /&gt;Freedom in music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music] [music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom in music&lt;br /&gt;Freedom in music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music] [music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music’s the fuel&lt;br /&gt;That will always move y’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music] [music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just get lost&lt;br /&gt;And let the music free y’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the beat&lt;br /&gt;And meet the heat&lt;br /&gt;And taste the feast&lt;br /&gt;Of freedom&lt;br /&gt;(Yum Yum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the beat&lt;br /&gt;And meet the heat&lt;br /&gt;And taste the feast&lt;br /&gt;Of freedom&lt;br /&gt;(Yum Yum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Fuel with music…&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;Fuel with music…&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;Fuel with music…&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the news kid… [music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment’s never complete... [music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you lose yourself... [music}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what you’ll find is.. [music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you alone…  [music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Own your heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yum Yum}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[end]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-7113942849420135460?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/7113942849420135460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=7113942849420135460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/7113942849420135460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/7113942849420135460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/08/fuel-of-music.html' title='The Fuel of Music'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-8656923803427098642</id><published>2010-08-28T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T10:55:07.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Razzle Dazzle</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately, I think this is the most honest song I've ever heard, and it sums up my view of the world.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the musical "Chicago" by Kander and Ebb.  I promote it today because of 1) the "Restoring Honor" rally on the anniversary of Dr. King's march a few blocks from where I write this, 2) the joke that is all-things politics and life: see the CEO of World Wrestling Entertainment as Republican senate candidate bordering the state that just elected a Republican pin-up boy-- and just life---the more I experience, the more comic it seems, and 3) learning that Obama's cabinet has zero people with business experience at a time of economic recession-- including people like the Fed Reserve Chairman--- basically they're Harvard grads (hmmm...).  They're all professors, crooks (e.g., lawyers) or former actors (e.g., congresmen).  And the more I learn about the bail-out, the more criminal I think that whole thing was.  If you see the film "The Other Guys", stay for the credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is led by actors, and because people love conflict/drama (it's easier than knowledge), and because it's both easier and more effective to lie with statistics than to actually create meaningful statistics, it will always be led by actors.  This song makes me think especially of Glenn Beck and Sarah Palin, because they're obviously both comic and scary.  We have all of this media, all of this knowledge, and yet, we will always be governed by whoever is the best in this show-biz. That sadly is the truth as I have come to experience it.  I think the best any of us can manage is to be people with integrity and play this game to have a meaningful impact.  That, however, is easier said then done, as the best actors/dramatists tend to be people with huge egos (see people like me), not those who you would want leading anything of importance.  I think the ideal leader is one who cares about a group more than his/her personal benefit, but that the most "effective" leaders tend to be those who "act" with the primary motive of personal benefit.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I think what Bill Gates is doing is fantastic, and I also want to give particular kudos to Mayor Michael Bloomberg of NYC who is not only part of the "Giving Pledge" but was one of the few leaders to give unequivocal support to building the mosque in NYC.  Those acts are both selfless and courageous.  I think Warren Buffett's &lt;a href="http://givingpledge.org/#warren_buffett  "&gt;letter &lt;/a&gt;as part of the "Giving Pledge" is particularly moving--- these are all people who played the game--- but are now giving back, and perhaps that's the best that anyone can do.  Their donations are helping out my sister's school and will hopefully accomplish a ton of good (even after they've been filtered through the show-biz nonsense of many of these non-profits and charities).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, thanks for reading my rant... as I said, I am a dramatist, and I think people want to be "good guys", so it's not all that bad, it's just comic.  For example, even the best intentioned of us have to employ "show biz", it's just that, when the whole world is this "show biz" it is very difficult to make informed decisions or ever really know the truth.  Enjoy the song-- it's a great one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rn5-VN3SH1o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rn5-VN3SH1o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-8656923803427098642?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/8656923803427098642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=8656923803427098642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/8656923803427098642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/8656923803427098642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/08/razzle-dazzle.html' title='Razzle Dazzle'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-9144065698658303246</id><published>2010-08-15T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T13:42:10.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Clown</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm not sure about this one... it has it's moments, but I'm not sure about it... it probably doesn't have a market, and it's definitely not nearly as good as Sondheim's "Send in the Clowns" (see post below).  It's not bad though... basically, a harsh rap, balanced by a soft chorus--- the chorus is bracketed out with these things (----).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Clown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Starts with chorus--- think slow and soft]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know a clown&lt;br /&gt;When he’s feeling down&lt;br /&gt;Will make a frown&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, he’ll sneak a frown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the same with him&lt;br /&gt;He too will frown &lt;br /&gt;When he’s feeling down&lt;br /&gt;Except his come in…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Into harsh rap]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;So you all go away&lt;br /&gt;Oh that’s right, you can’t&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you’re in my poetry&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I see how it is&lt;br /&gt;All up in my biz&lt;br /&gt;What do you think this is&lt;br /&gt;Psychoanalysis?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But that’s okay&lt;br /&gt;We’ll do this anyway&lt;br /&gt;What the hell’s my choice&lt;br /&gt;This lonely Saturday&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So here it goes&lt;br /&gt;All you want to know&lt;br /&gt;Instead of play by play&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give blow by blow…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here you see a clown&lt;br /&gt;Who is feelin’ down&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause she’s not around&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she let him down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s an old story&lt;br /&gt;And we all know how&lt;br /&gt;It can get one down&lt;br /&gt;His just comes in…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then&lt;br /&gt;Let’s start with&lt;br /&gt;This girl I loved&lt;br /&gt;Let’s call her “the bitch”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh stop that&lt;br /&gt;Don’t say that&lt;br /&gt;Try to be kind&lt;br /&gt;Don’t point out she’s fat&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But she is well&lt;br /&gt;Ok, hell&lt;br /&gt;She is pretty&lt;br /&gt;Fat like a prize hen&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;With those brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;Like French Fries&lt;br /&gt;Good looks and all&lt;br /&gt;But with Godzilla thighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, stop&lt;br /&gt;Or I’ll call the cops&lt;br /&gt;Just like she’d do&lt;br /&gt;While drugged out on pot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it&lt;br /&gt;Surcease it&lt;br /&gt;Think of her well&lt;br /&gt;Don’t demean those tits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were nice&lt;br /&gt;Can’t say a vice&lt;br /&gt;But that was before&lt;br /&gt;They were bit off by mice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough! Enough!&lt;br /&gt;Of tits, thighs, and bellies&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got it wrong&lt;br /&gt;It was how… she’s smelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;Or roses&lt;br /&gt;Maple syrup&lt;br /&gt;When laced with cow dung!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s it, stop&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had enough of this&lt;br /&gt;Was this all it was  &lt;br /&gt;Senor hurt penis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cease it&lt;br /&gt;Don’t bleed more&lt;br /&gt;It’s clear the need&lt;br /&gt;But that’s deceased… so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Release her&lt;br /&gt;And free this mind&lt;br /&gt;She had a nice behind, &lt;br /&gt;Damn it, behind y’!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you see a clown&lt;br /&gt;His world upside down&lt;br /&gt;Because he built a mound&lt;br /&gt;On lovey dovey ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s an old story&lt;br /&gt;And we all know how&lt;br /&gt;Love is shaky ground&lt;br /&gt;His love just comes in…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do over&lt;br /&gt;Let’s go back again&lt;br /&gt;There was once a time&lt;br /&gt;When we were best friends&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What happened?&lt;br /&gt;I’ll tell y’ honestly&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m thinking now&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been jipped, you see&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She moved up&lt;br /&gt;She moved on&lt;br /&gt;Made me care&lt;br /&gt;Then ooops she’s gone&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Got new friends&lt;br /&gt;Got better friends&lt;br /&gt;Followed her heart&lt;br /&gt;When it meant ascent&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But that’s alright&lt;br /&gt;I’m over that&lt;br /&gt;As I said before&lt;br /&gt;She was a tad bit fat&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And what I’ve learned&lt;br /&gt;Is when you get burned&lt;br /&gt;Don’t share your heart&lt;br /&gt;To that point of no return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For we were friends&lt;br /&gt;Yes, best friends&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a joke&lt;br /&gt;She was my heart’s extent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved her&lt;br /&gt;I mean I love her&lt;br /&gt;Hell, she was the one&lt;br /&gt;Who pointed out past tense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now she’s with&lt;br /&gt;A loser&lt;br /&gt;A pretty boy&lt;br /&gt;Who just likes to do her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, do her&lt;br /&gt;That means screw her&lt;br /&gt;Oh screw it&lt;br /&gt;I mean nothing to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it’s over&lt;br /&gt;All over&lt;br /&gt;In love that way&lt;br /&gt;So even “friends” is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a clown&lt;br /&gt;When he’s feeling down&lt;br /&gt;Is allowed to pout&lt;br /&gt;To let it all come out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s this time for him&lt;br /&gt;This is just his pout&lt;br /&gt;From a clown in love&lt;br /&gt;Learning to live with…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was months ago&lt;br /&gt;One heart ago&lt;br /&gt;One life ago&lt;br /&gt;Four friends ago &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lately,&lt;br /&gt;I’m great see&lt;br /&gt;My parents hate me&lt;br /&gt;And no girl will date me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been anointed&lt;br /&gt;Most disappointing&lt;br /&gt;Won’t you join me&lt;br /&gt;When there’s no point, see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sitting&lt;br /&gt;And writing&lt;br /&gt;What else is there&lt;br /&gt;When a heart is writhing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m insane&lt;br /&gt;And in pain&lt;br /&gt;That’s what it says&lt;br /&gt;Right here on the meds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha Ha&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;Red nose is what&lt;br /&gt;Gin will get y’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha Ha Ha&lt;br /&gt;Ha Ha Ha&lt;br /&gt;Love’s the joke&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t she tell y’?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha Ha Ha&lt;br /&gt;Ha Ha Ha&lt;br /&gt;This downtown clown&lt;br /&gt;Heard “foreva”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha Ha Ha&lt;br /&gt;Ha Ha Ha&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t it plain&lt;br /&gt;Love is the clown’s refrain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now stop it&lt;br /&gt;Forget it&lt;br /&gt;Time is the cure&lt;br /&gt;Aye professor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one person&lt;br /&gt;That’s what she said&lt;br /&gt;But the memories&lt;br /&gt;Have an extended run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you see&lt;br /&gt;So I see&lt;br /&gt;When no one’s here&lt;br /&gt;Just split personalities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talking&lt;br /&gt;And walking&lt;br /&gt;Memory lane&lt;br /&gt;That poison!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you &lt;br /&gt;Get over&lt;br /&gt;When a heart has&lt;br /&gt;Been run over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you&lt;br /&gt;Get over&lt;br /&gt;When the truth is&lt;br /&gt;There’s no dooooo overs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a clown&lt;br /&gt;When he’s feeling down&lt;br /&gt;Can’t get her out&lt;br /&gt;And that love’s a rout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t feel bad for him&lt;br /&gt;He’s just learning now&lt;br /&gt;Love is a great story&lt;br /&gt;His just is bled in sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a drink now&lt;br /&gt;Not a pow wow&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;If it’s called “ode to cow”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that will have to wait&lt;br /&gt;Until I find a date&lt;br /&gt;But what will I say&lt;br /&gt;Love’s only meant for gays? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe&lt;br /&gt;Are you in love?&lt;br /&gt;Well, just you wait, see…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For love is&lt;br /&gt;The greatest&lt;br /&gt;But what do I know&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never even been kissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, what,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it’s true&lt;br /&gt;Is love in a kiss?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just, well,&lt;br /&gt;Well, you know,&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe you don't&lt;br /&gt;It's just... well, I miss her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-9144065698658303246?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/9144065698658303246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=9144065698658303246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/9144065698658303246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/9144065698658303246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/08/clown.html' title='A Clown'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-838633947097825499</id><published>2010-08-15T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T12:26:51.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Send in the Clowns</title><content type='html'>From the great Stephen Sondheim--- you probably know his work from "West Side Story" or "The Ballad of Sweeney Todd"--- comes this gem.  Clearly, Michael Douglas is perhaps the luckiest man in the world.  This is from the musical "A Litle Night Music".  You may recognize this as a song by Frank Sinatra, and though I'm a big fan of his, I think this song sounds better with its intended female voice. 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So... I happened upon the one for "Step Up 3D" (posted below).  It reminded me of a friend of a friend named Q who I greatly respect.  You see, Q is part of "&lt;a href="http://www.capitalfunk.com/about-us"&gt;Capital Funk&lt;/a&gt;", and they do amazing dancing like the type featured in the film.  Perhaps the trait I admire most in people (and also probably one of the rarest I ever see) is genuine courage.  And, well, I think the guts and ability to go up in front of people and to pull off these dance routines is simply amazing--- Q gets extra props because he not only dances, but also mentors.  Plus they're just doing what they love... only because they love it... and I, obviously, am really impressed by that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this train of thought got me into thinking about the last time I danced in public (Niko's party), and it was perhaps the freest I have ever felt-- I danced for one song but it felt heavenly--- it really felt like my body was completely free for one moment--- that only the music compelled me--- and I was at one with it...  So... well, given all of these wonderful thoughts...I was inspired to write the following song--- I think it's pretty darn good, and it's meant to be danced to at a fast pace.  Thanks Q, Capital Funk, and whoever made the Step Up 3D movie (perhaps I'll go see it)... oh, and Niko, for inviting me to his party...  :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Infuse Your Body To The Music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the moment moves y’&lt;br /&gt;Don’t refuse it&lt;br /&gt;Infuse your body to the music--- ic--- ic--- ic--- ic--- ic--- ic---ic—ic- ic…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you think you’re a pop star&lt;br /&gt;A rock star, a wish upon a star star&lt;br /&gt;Whose dream prince and souped car&lt;br /&gt;Go to the tune of “Hello On-Star”&lt;br /&gt;But out here star, that dream card&lt;br /&gt;Won’t take you past that cash bar&lt;br /&gt;Each trance, girl, each glance, girl&lt;br /&gt;Belongs to each true dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you want it, and you feel it&lt;br /&gt;But first you gotta free it&lt;br /&gt;All the nerves girl&lt;br /&gt;And the feelings&lt;br /&gt;Just let ‘em hit the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;For it wants you and it taunts you&lt;br /&gt;That beat to make you art whom&lt;br /&gt;Can live it and breathe it&lt;br /&gt;The music beats so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music beats so be it&lt;br /&gt;The music beats so be it&lt;br /&gt;The music beats so be it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[flurry of fast music—into chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your body down, with it&lt;br /&gt;Oh get it down, with it&lt;br /&gt;Infuse your body to the music&lt;br /&gt;Infuse it to the music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your body down, with it&lt;br /&gt;Oh get it down, with it&lt;br /&gt;Infuse your body to the music&lt;br /&gt;Infuse it to the music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your body down, with it&lt;br /&gt;Oh get it down, with it&lt;br /&gt;Infuse your body to the music&lt;br /&gt;Infuse it to the music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your body down, with it&lt;br /&gt;Oh get it down, with it&lt;br /&gt;Infuse your body to the music&lt;br /&gt;Infuse it to the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok its step two&lt;br /&gt;And who knew&lt;br /&gt;Your moves would get you through to&lt;br /&gt;The being a being&lt;br /&gt;Whose gravity deceiving&lt;br /&gt;Not a pop star&lt;br /&gt;Not a rock star&lt;br /&gt;Not a wish upon a star star&lt;br /&gt;A real star&lt;br /&gt;A true star&lt;br /&gt;A just who you truly are star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shake it and break it&lt;br /&gt;The sound barrier&lt;br /&gt;Make it&lt;br /&gt;It’s your turn&lt;br /&gt;So move it&lt;br /&gt;You’re a fire set to music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s your turn &lt;br /&gt;So move it&lt;br /&gt;As a fire set to music&lt;br /&gt;Just move it&lt;br /&gt;And use it&lt;br /&gt;You’re a fire set to music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[flurry of music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your body down, with it&lt;br /&gt;Oh get it down, with it&lt;br /&gt;Infuse your body to the music&lt;br /&gt;Infuse it to the music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your body down, with it&lt;br /&gt;Oh get it down, with it&lt;br /&gt;Infuse your body to the music&lt;br /&gt;Infuse it to the music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your body down, with it&lt;br /&gt;Oh get it down, with it&lt;br /&gt;Infuse your body to the music&lt;br /&gt;Infuse it to the music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your body down, with it&lt;br /&gt;Oh get it down, with it&lt;br /&gt;Infuse your body to the music&lt;br /&gt;Infuse it to the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoah it’s hot here&lt;br /&gt;So what’s clear&lt;br /&gt;Is you have impressed this man here&lt;br /&gt;For I take cues&lt;br /&gt;From my man Q&lt;br /&gt;And he says your dancing is… “coo”&lt;br /&gt;For your moves, dear&lt;br /&gt;This space here&lt;br /&gt;It holds me like I’ve lost fear&lt;br /&gt;And that’s dancing&lt;br /&gt;That singing&lt;br /&gt;That’s living like&lt;br /&gt;A damn king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the beat has&lt;br /&gt;The heat has&lt;br /&gt;Transformed me as a cheetah&lt;br /&gt;I release it&lt;br /&gt;Unleash it&lt;br /&gt;With the bounce of double d’s and&lt;br /&gt;It’s got me&lt;br /&gt;Forgot me&lt;br /&gt;No longer a robot me&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause your moves dear&lt;br /&gt;This place here&lt;br /&gt;Heaven is without fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes heaven is without fear&lt;br /&gt;Oh heaven is without fear…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[musical flurry]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your body down, with it&lt;br /&gt;Oh get it down, with it&lt;br /&gt;Infuse your body to the music&lt;br /&gt;Infuse it to the music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your body down, with it&lt;br /&gt;Oh get it down, with it&lt;br /&gt;Infuse your body to the music&lt;br /&gt;Infuse it to the music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your body down, with it&lt;br /&gt;Oh get it down, with it&lt;br /&gt;Infuse your body to the music&lt;br /&gt;Oh move it to the music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your body down, with it&lt;br /&gt;Oh get it down, with it&lt;br /&gt;Infuse your body to the music&lt;br /&gt;Infuse it to the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the ending&lt;br /&gt;So send me&lt;br /&gt;Your last rights&lt;br /&gt;By air bending&lt;br /&gt;For your style&lt;br /&gt;And your smile&lt;br /&gt;Have caught me&lt;br /&gt;No pretending&lt;br /&gt;So do it&lt;br /&gt;And move it&lt;br /&gt;You’re something hot&lt;br /&gt;You prove it&lt;br /&gt;So groove it&lt;br /&gt;And move it&lt;br /&gt;You are a star&lt;br /&gt;And now you’re moon lit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music beats&lt;br /&gt;You be it&lt;br /&gt;Your heart beats&lt;br /&gt;And you feel it&lt;br /&gt;A star is born&lt;br /&gt;You see it&lt;br /&gt;And now it’s time&lt;br /&gt;So free it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[musical flurry]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your body down, with it&lt;br /&gt;Oh get it down, with it&lt;br /&gt;Infuse your body to the music&lt;br /&gt;Infuse it to the music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your body down, with it&lt;br /&gt;Oh get it down, with it&lt;br /&gt;Infuse your body to the music&lt;br /&gt;Infuse it to the music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your body down, with it&lt;br /&gt;Oh get it down, with it&lt;br /&gt;Move that body, nothing to it&lt;br /&gt;Just move it to the music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your body down, with it&lt;br /&gt;Oh get it down, with it&lt;br /&gt;You’re a star, no more to prove it&lt;br /&gt;You know it; never lose it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative process:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) First I saw this: Step Up 3D Trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/89TLbK6o-og&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/89TLbK6o-og&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Remembered this: Capital Funk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0VVx6IRx7JM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0VVx6IRx7JM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Remembered the feeling the last time I danced (at a skill level much worse than above--- but still awesome)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Wrote the above song!!! Hurrah!  :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-211512085253277534?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/211512085253277534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=211512085253277534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/211512085253277534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/211512085253277534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/08/infuse-your-body-to-music.html' title='Infuse Your Body To The Music'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-3591006447025257588</id><published>2010-07-25T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T11:25:53.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Use Your Voice!</title><content type='html'>So… I promised you something a bit "nicer" this weekend.  I would say rap artists such as Eminem are my inspiration for this one (as well as art such as the film below). You should read it/ (maybe sing it?) as a rap song.  As always, I hope you enjoy!  I hope you had a great weekend too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Use Your Voice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you&lt;br /&gt;What are you made of&lt;br /&gt;Are you, well,&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of&lt;br /&gt;Speaking up&lt;br /&gt;Standing up&lt;br /&gt;Showing your class&lt;br /&gt;With your hand up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s violence&lt;br /&gt;In silence&lt;br /&gt;The sort of violence&lt;br /&gt;Met with silence&lt;br /&gt;We know it &lt;br /&gt;We feel it&lt;br /&gt;But most of us&lt;br /&gt;Don’t go near it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But truth is&lt;br /&gt;It’s coming&lt;br /&gt;And justice&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t running&lt;br /&gt;Inside us&lt;br /&gt;There’s fighters&lt;br /&gt;Inside us&lt;br /&gt;There’s righters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So feel it&lt;br /&gt;And be it&lt;br /&gt;That lion&lt;br /&gt;Release it&lt;br /&gt;Not lyin’&lt;br /&gt;Not cheatin’&lt;br /&gt;Your truth needs now&lt;br /&gt;Believin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stand up&lt;br /&gt;And be it&lt;br /&gt;So stand up&lt;br /&gt;And free it&lt;br /&gt;Just get up&lt;br /&gt;Release it&lt;br /&gt;This is your time&lt;br /&gt;Believe it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let go--- what no one knows&lt;br /&gt;Let go--- what no one knows&lt;br /&gt;Let go--- what no one knows&lt;br /&gt;For you’ll never know what you are made of&lt;br /&gt;Until you shout what you’re afraid of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has a choice to use that voice&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has a choice to use that voice&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has a choice to use that voice&lt;br /&gt;So c’mon now, c’mon use your voice!&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has a choice to use that voice&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has a choice to use that voice&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has a choice to use that voice&lt;br /&gt;So c’mon now just use your voice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You man enough?&lt;br /&gt;Woman enough?&lt;br /&gt;Are you tough enough?&lt;br /&gt;To confront your stuff&lt;br /&gt;Get knocked down&lt;br /&gt;Do you stand up?&lt;br /&gt;And say aloud&lt;br /&gt;Now that’s enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you fight for?&lt;br /&gt;And make right for?&lt;br /&gt;Those neighbors&lt;br /&gt;Most don’t give a damn for&lt;br /&gt;Will you get up&lt;br /&gt;Will you step up&lt;br /&gt;And say “damn it&lt;br /&gt;Life is my cause!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you find it?&lt;br /&gt;And fight it?&lt;br /&gt;That evil &lt;br /&gt;Will you help right it?&lt;br /&gt;Will you stand up?&lt;br /&gt;Will you be it?&lt;br /&gt;Who you are inside&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s haters&lt;br /&gt;There’s doubters&lt;br /&gt;There’s those who just&lt;br /&gt;Try to down us&lt;br /&gt;Will you shake ‘em?&lt;br /&gt;Will you break ‘em?&lt;br /&gt;This is your truth&lt;br /&gt;Now take it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while many are lying awake in bed&lt;br /&gt;Going over every little thing that’s said&lt;br /&gt;And they can’t control their burning eyes of red&lt;br /&gt;And they can’t control the many tears they’ve shed&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna stand back and let that plight&lt;br /&gt;Consume the bullied as they cry the night&lt;br /&gt;Or are you gonna speak up and make it right&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna stand up and join that fight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For there are so many wrongs that are goin’ on&lt;br /&gt;It’s amazing how we all can’t get along&lt;br /&gt;But will you explore what your own love is for&lt;br /&gt;Or will you let your fears stop you from becoming more&lt;br /&gt;So while some are lying... lying, lying!&lt;br /&gt;And others are crying, crying!&lt;br /&gt;Because who they are might not be flying&lt;br /&gt;They know their place.... can’t be defying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna stand up and say “enough!”&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna stand up and say “enough!”&lt;br /&gt;Whenever times are gettin’ tough&lt;br /&gt;Will you back down to some bully’s fluff&lt;br /&gt;Or will you feel your stomach stirrin&lt;br /&gt;And will you find that inner courage&lt;br /&gt;That who you are is for a reason&lt;br /&gt;And it’s well past time you start believin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has a choice to use that voice&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has a choice to use that voice&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has a choice to use that voice&lt;br /&gt;So c’mon now.... c’mon use your voice!&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has a choice to use that voice&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has a choice to use that voice&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has a choice to use that voice&lt;br /&gt;You know your heart, so now use your voice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexism?&lt;br /&gt;Racism?&lt;br /&gt;And plenty other&lt;br /&gt;Isms&lt;br /&gt;Glass ceilings&lt;br /&gt;Hurt feelings&lt;br /&gt;That make our&lt;br /&gt;Hearts go reeling&lt;br /&gt;Got fired?&lt;br /&gt;Admired?&lt;br /&gt;Or lost in “bad” &lt;br /&gt;Desire?&lt;br /&gt;Red faces&lt;br /&gt;Closed spaces&lt;br /&gt;Wrong side&lt;br /&gt;Of god's good graces&lt;br /&gt;Ask out her&lt;br /&gt;But doubt her&lt;br /&gt;Answer won’t&lt;br /&gt;Be disaster&lt;br /&gt;With doozies&lt;br /&gt;And floozies&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin’ they&lt;br /&gt;Define beauty&lt;br /&gt;You know it&lt;br /&gt;You feel it&lt;br /&gt;This pain of life&lt;br /&gt;You can’t heal it&lt;br /&gt;It’s stirrin’&lt;br /&gt;It’s burnin’&lt;br /&gt;But right now&lt;br /&gt;It needs courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a little time to think... No, Let it Go!&lt;br /&gt;I need a little time to think... No. Let it Go!&lt;br /&gt;I need a little time to think... No, Let it Go! No, Let it Go! Just let it Go!&lt;br /&gt;I need a little time to think… No let it Go!&lt;br /&gt;Just a little time to think… No let it Go!&lt;br /&gt;Well what do you think?  Just let it go! I say let it go! Just let it go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For we all hide something deep inside&lt;br /&gt;We call it perhaps our own dark side&lt;br /&gt;And a friend of mine says we all have fear&lt;br /&gt;But in my life it wasn’t worth the tears&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause we all have a love that’s burnin,’  burnin&lt;br /&gt;Within our guts most call it courage&lt;br /&gt;And it demands from every woman, man&lt;br /&gt;To speak up for those who maybe can’t&lt;br /&gt;So will you reach deep inside yourself&lt;br /&gt;And grab those fears most never get&lt;br /&gt;And will you shout them as your truth&lt;br /&gt;And let them go, just  cut em’ loose!&lt;br /&gt;For life is way too short to cover&lt;br /&gt;All those truths you could discover&lt;br /&gt;When life has pain there is a truth&lt;br /&gt;That who you are&lt;br /&gt;Is no one other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes who you are&lt;br /&gt;Is no one other!&lt;br /&gt;Yes who you are &lt;br /&gt;Is no one other!&lt;br /&gt;That was my fear&lt;br /&gt;And I was smothered&lt;br /&gt;When I lived my life&lt;br /&gt;As some one other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has a choice to use that voice&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has a choice to use that voice&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has a choice to use that voice&lt;br /&gt;So c’mon now, c’mon use your voice!&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has a choice to use that voice&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has a choice to use that voice&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has a choice to use that voice&lt;br /&gt;So learn from me and use your voice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead now and free that mind&lt;br /&gt;And leave those icky fears behind&lt;br /&gt;Cause that’s the time we all discover&lt;br /&gt;That who we are is no one other&lt;br /&gt;So take that thing that no one knows&lt;br /&gt;And cut it loose, just let it go&lt;br /&gt;For you’ll never know what  you are made of&lt;br /&gt;Until you shout what you’re afraid of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ll never know what you are made of&lt;br /&gt;Until you shout what you’re afraid of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ll never know what you are made of&lt;br /&gt;Until you shout what you’re afraid of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ll never know what you are made of&lt;br /&gt;Until you shout what you’re afraid of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let It go,&lt;br /&gt;So let it go,&lt;br /&gt;So let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that thing that no one knows&lt;br /&gt;Just tear it up&lt;br /&gt;And let all that truth in beauty show…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music—end]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-3591006447025257588?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/3591006447025257588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=3591006447025257588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/3591006447025257588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/3591006447025257588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/07/use-your-voice.html' title='Use Your Voice!'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-3432104813681535394</id><published>2010-07-25T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T11:21:50.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Poet's Society</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I post this scene from the great film "Dead Poet's Society" for two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) It really bothered me when my work was criticized for its "poor meter".  But the more I think of it... the more idiotic I think those "experts" were... if poetry has to be limited to some prescribed meter--- doesn't that by definition limit the amount of creativity and meaning that an author has?  Isn't that almost contrary to the very nature of poetry?  So this film gives my self-confidence a lift... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I love this scene.  And it helped inspire the above song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please do not watch this clip if you have not seen the film.&lt;/strong&gt;  As it is the final scene, it may ruin the film for you... SEE THE FILM!!!  I just posted it, because I often post things for their meaning, and I think this scene has quite a lot of that. -P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s8UL_9R_W-Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s8UL_9R_W-Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-3432104813681535394?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/3432104813681535394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=3432104813681535394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/3432104813681535394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/3432104813681535394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/07/dead-poets-society.html' title='Dead Poet&apos;s Society'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-7365796397663422730</id><published>2010-07-18T11:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T18:06:24.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An honest youth</title><content type='html'>Alright, so this one has a whole lot of angst.  Perhaps upon rewrite I'll make it a bit nicer.  But it really has a lot of potential; I think the chorus is especially good.  This is probably one of my better songs... I owe a lot to Bob Dylan on it... I hope to bring you next weekend a song that's a bit nicer and sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Honest Youth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t play with that dress&lt;br /&gt;When your mind’s a mess&lt;br /&gt;Don’t play with that hair&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you don’t really care&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give him that eye&lt;br /&gt;When all y’ do is lie&lt;br /&gt;This boy don’t need&lt;br /&gt;You and your practiced smiles&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Woman! Woman! Woman!&lt;br /&gt;You’re not what he needs&lt;br /&gt;And you men with&lt;br /&gt;Your touchy come-ons&lt;br /&gt;Some space please&lt;br /&gt;What this boy needs&lt;br /&gt;Is not what you need&lt;br /&gt;He needs a world that gives a damn&lt;br /&gt;about honesty&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;‘Cause he’s an honest youth&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a land of bigotry&lt;br /&gt;Searching for some truth&lt;br /&gt;That might set him free&lt;br /&gt;He don’t know who you are&lt;br /&gt;Or even who he be&lt;br /&gt;He’s just an honest youth&lt;br /&gt;Searching for some truth&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They say this world’s in pain&lt;br /&gt;Their dreams are in vain&lt;br /&gt;This is my epic “come on”&lt;br /&gt;To their trite refrains&lt;br /&gt;I know very few&lt;br /&gt;Better off than you&lt;br /&gt;A house, two kids,&lt;br /&gt;Keep on playin’ that game&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sure, people suffer&lt;br /&gt;And so the world is rote&lt;br /&gt;Because we’re playing apart&lt;br /&gt;Within our narrow scopes&lt;br /&gt;And we end up&lt;br /&gt;With that same ole’ song&lt;br /&gt;Of injustice through greed&lt;br /&gt;Did the boy get that wrong?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What is a wish&lt;br /&gt;If it ain’t selfish?&lt;br /&gt;And what is a dream&lt;br /&gt;If it ain’t crazy?&lt;br /&gt;What is our world&lt;br /&gt;Without these crazy tiers?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I heard you’re broke&lt;br /&gt;May this boy spare his tears&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;‘Cause he’s an honest youth&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a land of bigotry&lt;br /&gt;Searching for some truth&lt;br /&gt;That might set him free&lt;br /&gt;He don’t know who you are&lt;br /&gt;Or even who he be&lt;br /&gt;Just a boy lookin’ for&lt;br /&gt;Some honesty&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh look at them&lt;br /&gt;Those people in charge&lt;br /&gt;With their false gods&lt;br /&gt;Convicts at large&lt;br /&gt;Their livin’ off&lt;br /&gt;The same words of fear&lt;br /&gt;I can’t think of anything&lt;br /&gt;Any more queer&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So this boy now&lt;br /&gt;He lives alone&lt;br /&gt;He’s afraid to hurt&lt;br /&gt;When his truth’s unknown&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of himself&lt;br /&gt;With his body of lies&lt;br /&gt;What’s the use to a youth&lt;br /&gt;Who can't read his own eyes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The hurt, the hurt, the hurt&lt;br /&gt;He self inflicts&lt;br /&gt;Because he cannot realize&lt;br /&gt;He’s worth more than shit&lt;br /&gt;And so he lives&lt;br /&gt;All alone&lt;br /&gt;Life has shown him one truth&lt;br /&gt;He is on his own&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;‘Cause he’s an honest youth&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a land of bigotry&lt;br /&gt;Searching for some truth&lt;br /&gt;That might set him free&lt;br /&gt;He don’t know who you are&lt;br /&gt;Or even who he be&lt;br /&gt;He’s just an honest youth&lt;br /&gt;Scared of this god-damn bigotry&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And so you say&lt;br /&gt;This boy’s diseased&lt;br /&gt;I think you missed the point&lt;br /&gt;Of this tragedy&lt;br /&gt;When a boy’s life&lt;br /&gt;Is built up in lies&lt;br /&gt;It takes a lot of false words&lt;br /&gt;To destroy a rise&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Right now he’s free&lt;br /&gt;Cause he’s out there dancing&lt;br /&gt;Cause this poetry shit&lt;br /&gt;It’s not the freeing lit&lt;br /&gt;It’s the dying cry&lt;br /&gt;It’s the bloodied call&lt;br /&gt;Just the inky remains&lt;br /&gt;Of one young lad’s fall&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So you know who you are&lt;br /&gt;You know better than him&lt;br /&gt;Or do you really&lt;br /&gt;Or is your mind just dim&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you forgot about&lt;br /&gt;True reality&lt;br /&gt;Love, poverty?&lt;br /&gt;No, stupid,&lt;br /&gt;It’s the economy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you’re privileged shit&lt;br /&gt;In a world of luxury&lt;br /&gt;Not caring for those&lt;br /&gt;Who live different than thee&lt;br /&gt;You pretend to care&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you pretend to care&lt;br /&gt;But you simply do not&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever compared?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No stupid&lt;br /&gt;Cause it’s the economy&lt;br /&gt;No stupid&lt;br /&gt;Cause it’s the economy&lt;br /&gt;No stupid&lt;br /&gt;Cause it’s the economy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s the truth&lt;br /&gt;Of a youth&lt;br /&gt;Who sought honesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll admit&lt;br /&gt;You shits&lt;br /&gt;Are doin’ better than he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you are &lt;br /&gt;Yes you are&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Harsh, strong, music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[End]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-7365796397663422730?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/7365796397663422730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=7365796397663422730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/7365796397663422730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/7365796397663422730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/07/honest-youth.html' title='An honest youth'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-4803811874810520707</id><published>2010-07-18T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T00:16:16.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in July!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so if this one offends... you take Christmas too seriously!  :-P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly, it is a rather "different" Christmas song.  I think it's rather catchy and funny though.  I hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Santa! Santa!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am below the mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;It is that time of year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Santa&lt;br /&gt;Did you miss?&lt;br /&gt;I asked you for&lt;br /&gt;A Christmas wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa, I’ve been good this year&lt;br /&gt;I’ve given hope, good cheer&lt;br /&gt;I’ve given love&lt;br /&gt;I’ve given hugs&lt;br /&gt;And up above&lt;br /&gt;Mistletoe is hung…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa, Santa&lt;br /&gt;Where’s my answer&lt;br /&gt;Coming from your lips&lt;br /&gt;It’s getting late&lt;br /&gt;And I’m afraid&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna miss my Christmas wish…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa, Santa,&lt;br /&gt;Where’s that answer&lt;br /&gt;Where’s my Christmas wish….&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Santa&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t’ have to&lt;br /&gt;Know my Christmas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(speed up the music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Santa&lt;br /&gt;Did you happen to miss?&lt;br /&gt;On my list&lt;br /&gt;Is a Christmas wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Santa&lt;br /&gt;Did you happen to miss?&lt;br /&gt;I need your lips&lt;br /&gt;For a Christmas kiss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all year long, &lt;br /&gt;I’ve been very good&lt;br /&gt;Been a saint&lt;br /&gt;Given to charities&lt;br /&gt;I’ve helped the poor&lt;br /&gt;And fed the needy&lt;br /&gt;And all I ask is you&lt;br /&gt;So don’t call me greedy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa, Santa&lt;br /&gt;Did you happen to miss?&lt;br /&gt;On my list&lt;br /&gt;Is a Christmas kiss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Santa&lt;br /&gt;Did you happen to miss&lt;br /&gt;I need your lips&lt;br /&gt;For that Christmas kiss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For there is no bliss&lt;br /&gt;At Christmas time&lt;br /&gt;Like you, my hunk, Saint Nick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I’ve been so nice&lt;br /&gt;As I said all year&lt;br /&gt;But my lips are dry &lt;br /&gt;By that Christmas tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Santa&lt;br /&gt;Did you happen to miss&lt;br /&gt;On my list &lt;br /&gt;Is a Christmas kiss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Santa&lt;br /&gt;Did you happen to miss&lt;br /&gt;I need your lips for&lt;br /&gt;That Christmas kiss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’ve been so nice&lt;br /&gt;As I said, all year&lt;br /&gt;Been so full of Christmas cheer &lt;br /&gt;And ‘cause I’ve been so good&lt;br /&gt;Oh so very good&lt;br /&gt;I’m only asking if you could be…. &lt;br /&gt;Naughty…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there is no hunk, at Christmas time&lt;br /&gt;Like you, my hunk, Saint Nick&lt;br /&gt;You have lots of chunk&lt;br /&gt;And a great big trunk&lt;br /&gt;With a belly to bounce in me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Santa, baby&lt;br /&gt;Can I be your lady&lt;br /&gt;Just one night with you, Saint Nick?&lt;br /&gt;Because Santa, baby, &lt;br /&gt;If you’re running late&lt;br /&gt;I will make it quick, you’ll see….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Santa&lt;br /&gt;Can I be your lady&lt;br /&gt;Just one night&lt;br /&gt;Each Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;Because I talked to Adam&lt;br /&gt;And he said that snakes&lt;br /&gt;Always like to come&lt;br /&gt;Each Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa, Santa&lt;br /&gt;I saw you lately&lt;br /&gt;While purring in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;And under your belly&lt;br /&gt;Was a big roll of jelly&lt;br /&gt;That was creeping&lt;br /&gt;Up each peep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I cannot sleep&lt;br /&gt;Though I will always keep&lt;br /&gt;My mouth shut&lt;br /&gt;Each kissed Eve&lt;br /&gt;For Mrs. Santa&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t have to&lt;br /&gt;Know what’s down &lt;br /&gt;In my chimney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Santa&lt;br /&gt;Oh I’ve been so good&lt;br /&gt;Oh so very very good&lt;br /&gt;And now it would be so nice&lt;br /&gt;Oh so very nice&lt;br /&gt;If you could bring not coal, but your wood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Santa!&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Santa!&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Santa!&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Santa Santa&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Santa&lt;br /&gt;Did you get my list?&lt;br /&gt;All I need&lt;br /&gt;Is a Christmas kiss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa, Santa&lt;br /&gt;Did you happen to miss?&lt;br /&gt;All I need&lt;br /&gt;Is a Christmas kiss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Tis’ the season&lt;br /&gt;For all good girls&lt;br /&gt;Tis’ the season&lt;br /&gt;For a girl like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though I’m talkin’ naughty&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been so good&lt;br /&gt;And it was all &lt;br /&gt;For you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need you present&lt;br /&gt;For my Christmas present&lt;br /&gt;Just wrapped&lt;br /&gt;In fat and fleece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this is one Miss&lt;br /&gt;Who just can’t miss&lt;br /&gt;That bliss&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Eve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be waiting all night&lt;br /&gt;For you, that’s right&lt;br /&gt;To come ho ho- i-ng down my&lt;br /&gt;Chimney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine us snug&lt;br /&gt;Lying on my rug&lt;br /&gt;I have cookies&lt;br /&gt;Perked and ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Santa&lt;br /&gt;I am your lady&lt;br /&gt;I am your Christmas treat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though I’ve been so good&lt;br /&gt;Oh so very good&lt;br /&gt;It’s time for&lt;br /&gt;Milk and honey&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa Santa&lt;br /&gt;Did you happen to miss&lt;br /&gt;I need your lips&lt;br /&gt;For a Christmas kiss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Santa &lt;br /&gt;Did you happen to miss&lt;br /&gt;I need your lips&lt;br /&gt;For that Christmas kiss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Santa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Santa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s Christmas time&lt;br /&gt;It’s naughty time&lt;br /&gt;Tis the season &lt;br /&gt;For you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause’ Santa baby&lt;br /&gt;I am your lady&lt;br /&gt;And I’m feeling&lt;br /&gt;Quite horny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come get your present&lt;br /&gt;Get your &lt;br /&gt;Christmas present&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;By that tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Santa baby&lt;br /&gt;Even kids know&lt;br /&gt;How good you are at&lt;br /&gt;Chimneys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come get your present&lt;br /&gt;Get your Christmas present&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been waiting &lt;br /&gt;Patiently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For tis the season&lt;br /&gt;For all good girls&lt;br /&gt;Tis the season&lt;br /&gt;For you in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Santa  Santa&lt;br /&gt;Oh Santa Santa&lt;br /&gt;Oh Santa Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on down&lt;br /&gt;And make love to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[spoken]&lt;br /&gt;Do you want some milk&lt;br /&gt;With these cookies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[End]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-4803811874810520707?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-4683025957180842339</id><published>2010-07-02T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T13:38:46.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Birthday Resolution</title><content type='html'>Yay!!! It’s my birthday (well, tomorrow)!!!  Time to assess how I did in the past year, and what goals I have for this upcoming year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Year’s Goals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Write a musical.&lt;br /&gt;2. Write a book of kid’s animal poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year’s Resolution:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have musical on Broadway within 5 (now 4.5) years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assessment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am really proud of myself.  I did a lot of good work this past year.  I have written a musical that is funny, sad, entertaining, important, meaningful… and of very high quality… in short, it’s very possibly the best musical in the past 20 years (or I at least feel it has that potential).  It certainly measures up very well against other recent Tony Winners like “Spring Awakening”, “Billy Elliott”, and “In the Heights”.  Trust me, although I sound a bit delusional here, I am very confident it’s that good.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;As for the animal poetry, well, that took a bit of a set-back.  I went to this SCBWI conference in NY where I paid a lot of money to get feedback from “experts”.  They told me there was virtually no market for rhyming animal poetry.  One expert told me “Think of China… where they would translate your poems into that language… it’s just not going to work.”  Another one of the work-group members wrote this colorful snippet: “If you read your poems aloud and S-L-O-W-L-Y you will find problems”--- and yes she really did put the hyphens in between "SLOWLY".  I must say it was not the most positive experience in my life.  But, oh well, has that ever stopped me?  I think my animal poetry needs some edits, and could serve to be less preachy and more silly/informative at times, but I’m still proud of it--- and the “Know Them Through Poems” series is still something I hope to achieve in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for this coming year’s Goals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Find a composer for the musical: “The Animals”.  As I said, this musical has a tremendous amount of potential.  Yes, it’s partly about homophobia and is strictly for adults (which will hurt its box office compared to say “Wicked”)… but in terms of quality it truly does measure up very well with what has been released in recent years .  Towards this goal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. This month, become a member of the Dramatists Guild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. Make a targeted effort to send a draft of musical to composers, musical professors, agents, theatres, maybe even bands that might be interested.  I have three requirements for a composer--- 1) Has to be able to produce Broadway-caliber music; 2) Has to be passionate about gay rights/ marriage equality, and 3) Has to believe in this musical as much as I do.  I will probably be making a trip to NYC to make in-person visits, and will also probably make in-person visits to just about every theatre in DC.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. If I can find a composer and have music by January (huge Ifs), submit musical for consideration to the New York Music Theater festival:  http://www.nymf.org/Page.70.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d. Don’t give up!!!  At this point the musical’s future is not entirely in my hands… but I cannot give up on this musical--- ever.  I really, truly, believe in it--- both in its message and quality.   If by the same time this year, nothing has happened, my goal is to keep working on it, and keep investing in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e. To that end…. If I get desperate… I may post these songs acapella via youtube--- and have considered buying a keyboard and trying to learn the basics—this would not be my first choice, though…  at the same time, I have received very few comments on this blog, and I have gotten the impression that people just can’t translate words into songs without being shown…and it’s really my job to show people… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have to start a new project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. I just took part in a 24-hour musical called “Next Stop Zombie Love”, of which I was the primary lyricist of this song called “Zombie Love”…  my friend John was saying how there might be a market for a musical about zombies… and when I was in elementary school  I wrote this story about werewolves, Frankenstein’s monster, and Dracula invading the elementary school--- I have been thinking (considering some of my juvenile music like “Arrested by Her Breasts”) that I could write a 90-minute musical spoof about monsters attacking a high school… and make it extremely silly and ridiculous---  basically like the “Scary Movie” spoofs except in song--- what do you think?  :-P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure definitively if that’s my next project, but this sort of project would require about 10 songs--- and I hope to have something written up by this time next year.  Plus, it will be a nice breather from “The Animals”--- when I wrote that musical--- strangers would actually come up to me and ask me if I were okay—it was rather intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I can’t wait until "Next Stop Zombie Love" is on Youtube--- I wrote most of the lyrics for “Zombie love” and the chorus for another song “Don’t Sing a Song If It Ain’t About Love” (basically I wrote that line--- though “if it” was changed to “that” :-) )… and although the music was completely different than what I envisioned when I wrote the lyrics--- I think the group did an extremely good job--- and am really proud of my participation and the group’s product.  I learned a whole lot about musical production from that experience.  I hope you watch it if it’s ever posted online--- I will link to it on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. More progress on “Know Them Through Poems” series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Ideally, I would like to develop a website called “knowthemthroughpoems.com” so that people could look at my kids’ stuff without also viewing some of my adult-lyrics on this blog.  In addition to establishing a website, I would like to clean up some of the existing poems, and work on additional series about birds, American Presidents, mythology, and other stuff I’m really interested in--- I may start with “monsters” and then transition some of those ideas into this potential high school themed musical--- just as I did with some of the animal poetry into "the Animals".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I would like to get in better shape--- I started this month with people calling me “fat”.  As a bit of a perfectionist, that just wasn’t acceptable.  I’ve lost about 5 pounds this month… and would like to be at least 10 pounds lighter than I started this month by next year--- and maintain that for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Thanks God.  I always want to be humble.  Yes, calling my musical maybe the best in 20 years isn’t exactly humble, but I’m also trying to sell this musical now, and well, I honestly do believe it is that good.  I know a lot of you like to mock Jesus and God and the rest… and well… I am quite the comedian myself… but I do believe in a higher being--- in a higher purpose--- and I am so grateful, truly grateful, for everything God has provided for me… I still pray about my family, friends, and even this musical every night.  I really am a very lucky guy… Ok… onto year number 27!!!! Wish me luck, y’all!!!  I really do appreciate all of you who read this blog and have supported me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-4683025957180842339?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/4683025957180842339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=4683025957180842339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/4683025957180842339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/4683025957180842339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/07/2010-birthday-resolution.html' title='2010 Birthday Resolution'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-1442665396654030608</id><published>2010-07-02T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T13:20:38.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I, Don Quixote</title><content type='html'>"I, Don Quixote" lyrics by Joe Darion, music by Mitch Leigh... from the musical "Man of La Mancha". Performed by Brian Stokes Mitchell and Ernie Sabella... As you all know, Don Quixote is da' man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vS8rpt1y6lk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vS8rpt1y6lk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-1442665396654030608?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/1442665396654030608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=1442665396654030608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/1442665396654030608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/1442665396654030608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-don-quixote.html' title='I, Don Quixote'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-1557724792484073668</id><published>2010-06-18T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T18:02:40.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrested By Her Breasts</title><content type='html'>Ok, if this one offends anyone please let me know... one of my friends said that when I turn 40 I will be "that creepy guy with a blog".  I sincerely hope she's wrong.  This one is really meant to be funny, ridiculous, and also, obviously, catchy.  I hope it brings a smile.  If it really makes you uncomfortable... know that I am not writing about anyone in particular (unless your man-boobs really look this good). :-P&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrested By Her Breasts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was arrested by her breasts&lt;br /&gt;When she came in the room&lt;br /&gt;My heart went “Yes, Yes, Yes”&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes went “Zooooom”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, “my darling&lt;br /&gt;Let me guess&lt;br /&gt;What you have in those tombs&lt;br /&gt;How many dead men’s chests&lt;br /&gt;Went&lt;br /&gt;Ooo Ooo Oooooooooooooooooo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those breasts&lt;br /&gt;Those breasts&lt;br /&gt;They are the best!&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the very, very, very , very verrrrry&lt;br /&gt;Best!&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One look at them&lt;br /&gt;And my mind&lt;br /&gt;Is put to the test!&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say &lt;br /&gt;“Down boy&lt;br /&gt;That ain’t your chest”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Though he wish it were&lt;br /&gt;Oh he wish it were)&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some girls&lt;br /&gt;They rock my world&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With their pretty calves&lt;br /&gt;And pretty pearls&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some girls&lt;br /&gt;Are such a treat&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With their pretty smiles,&lt;br /&gt;And waists petite&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some girls&lt;br /&gt;Rock a mighty ass&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tilt their bottoms like&lt;br /&gt;Time in an hour glass&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you, babe, &lt;br /&gt;You are the best&lt;br /&gt;For with those magic breasts&lt;br /&gt;You give my heart no rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Music]  Ohhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was arrested by her breasts&lt;br /&gt;When she came in the room&lt;br /&gt;My heart said “Yes, Yes, Yes”&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes went “Zooooom”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh how can I express&lt;br /&gt;How my pants went kaBoooooom&lt;br /&gt;When I saw that chest with&lt;br /&gt;Two boom boom booms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom Boom Boom &lt;br /&gt;Boo-boo booooooooooobs!&lt;br /&gt;[music}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom Boom Boom&lt;br /&gt;Boo- boo booooooooooobs!&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wish my boo&lt;br /&gt;Had those boobs&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you might &lt;br /&gt;Become my boo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh could you be my boo&lt;br /&gt;So I could feel your boobs?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some folks my might say&lt;br /&gt;This song is bad&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, sir, are not a&lt;br /&gt;Gentleman&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want them&lt;br /&gt;In my shoes&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For then they might be&lt;br /&gt;Singings boobs&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sirs I am one lucky man&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;And like to dream when I can&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must a poet go through hoops&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;When he just loves to look at boooooooobs?&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was arrested by her breasts&lt;br /&gt;When she came in the room&lt;br /&gt;My heart went “Yes, Yes, Yes”&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes went “Zooooooom”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how can I express&lt;br /&gt;How my mind went “Kaboom”&lt;br /&gt;When I saw those breasts&lt;br /&gt;And went Coo-coo Kooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(music) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuckoo Cuckoo! Coo-coo-KOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuckoo Cuckoo! Coo-coo KOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine eyes have never seen such beauty&lt;br /&gt;As what makes up your perfect boobies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I have never seen such beauty&lt;br /&gt;As what makes up your perfect boobies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wish my boo &lt;br /&gt;Had your boobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like dudes&lt;br /&gt;How I like boooooobs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you see me&lt;br /&gt;How I see your boobs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh could you ever love me&lt;br /&gt;How I love those boooooobs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music] [end]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-1557724792484073668?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/1557724792484073668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=1557724792484073668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/1557724792484073668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/1557724792484073668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/06/arrested-by-her-breasts.html' title='Arrested By Her Breasts'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-8550676467016583853</id><published>2010-06-13T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T18:18:50.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Animals" (a musical): Act 2</title><content type='html'>Ok, y'all, so here it is... it's my first draft (so be very critical)... Now I will go about the process of acting it out (over and over and over again), timing it, correcting its flaws, and trying to make it the best musical possible.  I doubt any of you will read it (and that's perfectly okay), but I just wanted to show you that I'm trying. :-P  If any of you are interested in reading it, I would be happy to send you the full draft in MS Word--- though I will be constantly editing it from here on out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Peyton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Animals &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book and Lyrics by Peyton Charles Ware&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACT 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Pope’s visit just a few days away, I wanted to share a few words on family values.  What do we mean when we say family values?  I think it comes down to love, to trust, to knowing, without a doubt, no matter what, I will support you, love you, and be there for you.  That’s what I mean when I say family values.  And as your senator, for the past 17 years, I have come to regard you all as my extended family.  And just as I would for my wife, or my son, when the going got tough, who was there for you? When you needed a voice, who spoke up for you?  And when you needed a man to get the job done, who got the job done? With the pope’s visit just a few days away; I think it’s a good time to remember what’s most important. I am your Senator Edward Wolfe, and I ask for your continued support next Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Song # 16: The Action of Passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights, Camera, Action…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coming attraction&lt;br /&gt;To the latest attraction&lt;br /&gt;Is the action of passion&lt;br /&gt;The action of passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only beat&lt;br /&gt;To the heat&lt;br /&gt;Of two bodies&lt;br /&gt;Is the action of passion&lt;br /&gt;The action of passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take your clothes&lt;br /&gt;Take your clothes&lt;br /&gt;Take your clothes&lt;br /&gt;All off&lt;br /&gt;So we can touch you&lt;br /&gt;We can feel you&lt;br /&gt;In the natural buff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take your clothes&lt;br /&gt;Take your clothes&lt;br /&gt;Take your clothes &lt;br /&gt;All off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we will&lt;br /&gt;Dance&lt;br /&gt;Dance &lt;br /&gt;Dance&lt;br /&gt;In the natural buff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the only beat&lt;br /&gt;Of the heat of two bodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the action of passion&lt;br /&gt;The action of passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only heat&lt;br /&gt;From the beat of two bodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the action of passion&lt;br /&gt;The action of passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way we breathe&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of two bodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the action of passion&lt;br /&gt;The action of passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the animal needs&lt;br /&gt;Is the gift of two bodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the action of passion&lt;br /&gt;The action of passion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music and dancing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The action of passion&lt;br /&gt;The action of passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music and dancing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The action of passion&lt;br /&gt;The action of passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music and dancing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The action of passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the physics&lt;br /&gt;Of physical action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is every touch&lt;br /&gt;Has an equal and warm&lt;br /&gt;Reaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the physics&lt;br /&gt;Of physical action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is while you &lt;br /&gt;Shake it&lt;br /&gt;Shake it&lt;br /&gt;Shake it&lt;br /&gt;You will get a reaction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the physics&lt;br /&gt;Of physical action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that you my, babe&lt;br /&gt;Are the main attraction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the physics&lt;br /&gt;Of physical action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is gravity don’t exist&lt;br /&gt;When I see you in action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[uh uh uh uh uh uh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The physics&lt;br /&gt;Of physical passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[uh uh uh uh uh uh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passion&lt;br /&gt;In a moment of action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[uh uh uh uh uh uh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every touch&lt;br /&gt;Is a state of reaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[uh uh uh uh uh uh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the action &lt;br /&gt;Of physical passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #2&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Can you imagin’?&lt;br /&gt;A moment of passion’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagin’&lt;br /&gt;A bed frame smashin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagin’?&lt;br /&gt;A moment of passion’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you you imagin’?&lt;br /&gt;A monster mashin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagin’?&lt;br /&gt;A moment of passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is this&lt;br /&gt;You have plenty to ration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the beat &lt;br /&gt;Of the heat&lt;br /&gt;Is some magical stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to meet you, meet you, meet you&lt;br /&gt;In some handcuffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the beat&lt;br /&gt;Of the heat&lt;br /&gt;Is some magical stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I‘d like you when you shake-a, shake-a, shake-a&lt;br /&gt;Shake-a that butt! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[uh uh uh uh uh uh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The physics&lt;br /&gt;Of physical passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[uh uh uh uh uh uh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passion&lt;br /&gt;Of a moment of action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[uh uh uh uh uh uh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every touch&lt;br /&gt;Is a state of reaction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[uh uh uh uh uh uh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the action &lt;br /&gt;Of physical passion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene Changes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Honey, what did you think of the play we saw tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; HUSBAND [ENSEMBLE #1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Waves his hand]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what did you like about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; HUSBAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Shows he’s reading a book]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked the lead… he was really handsome and sexy… I would do him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; HUSBAND &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[silent]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you look at me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song #17 I want something more today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love me&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you show it?&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t you say "I had a really good time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know it&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel it&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of livin' out the same crappy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want something more today&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;I want someone who will feeel it myyyyy wayyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;Oh I want something more today&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;Oh I want something more today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a poet&lt;br /&gt;Didn't you know it?&lt;br /&gt;And, you ass, this is my answering rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see it&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel it&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of screaming to your fucking behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I want something more today&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;I want someone who will feeel it myyyyy wayyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;I want something more today&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;I want something more today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this you inspired?&lt;br /&gt;Are you too tired&lt;br /&gt;Here's a calculator, just go jack off to that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say I'm wired!&lt;br /&gt;Your heart's expired!&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason I have to go see a quack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I want something more today&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;I want someone who will feeel it myyyyy wayyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;Oh… I want something more today (music)&lt;br /&gt;I want something more today (music)&lt;br /&gt;I want something more today (music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m leaving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Door slams]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene Change]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACOB &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you thinking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh nothing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh c’mon, you’re in one of those deep, deep, the world is on my shoulder modes… it would give Socrates a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you must know, I’ve just been giving a lot of thought… to us, about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it’s strange.  I was just thinking how in every movie, the whole point is, you know, “to just be yourself”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I always thought that was a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it’s a good thing.  Obviously, everyone should be themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just that… It’s just that… I have come to realize I am 27 years old and have no idea who I am.  They always say “Just be yourself”, but I have no idea who that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that’s no big deal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you say that? Just a few months ago I thought I was in love with Natasha… and now I’m in love with you.  How would you feel if you lived a lie for most of your life…  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate, you’re one of the most generous, kindest, men I know.  Not to mention handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s not what I meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  Ok.  It’s just that I don’t think any of us really know 100% who we are.  We’re each told who we can be and who we can’t be from birth.  You’re not alone in that.  But by conquering walls, by living, by loving, I think we can ultimately learn, and more importantly, become who we truly are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not everyone has your courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh c’mon…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what…  What is it that you don’t know about yourself?  What is it that you doubt?  Do you doubt this?  Do you doubt us?  Do you not think my love for you is real?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don’t doubt this.  This I know is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how do you know? How do you know that this is something true… to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I’ve never felt freer in my entire life… I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song #18 Unlocked the Box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For so long,&lt;br /&gt;I lived in movies&lt;br /&gt;And only thought of&lt;br /&gt;Some plastic beauties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not object&lt;br /&gt;To a life of objects&lt;br /&gt;A world of fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Was my reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know how much&lt;br /&gt;A guy could use some touch&lt;br /&gt;I did not know how much&lt;br /&gt;A kiss could mean so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived a live untrue&lt;br /&gt;A life afraid of you&lt;br /&gt;And lost my beauty&lt;br /&gt;By ignoring beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then you came to me&lt;br /&gt;And what you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Was back this freedom&lt;br /&gt;That burns inside of me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music accelerates] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You unlocked the box&lt;br /&gt;And set my beauty free&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m flying&lt;br /&gt;f-f-f-f flying free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You unlocked the box&lt;br /&gt;That they had made for me&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m flying&lt;br /&gt;f-f-f-f flying free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You unlocked the box…&lt;br /&gt;You unlocked the box…&lt;br /&gt;You unlocked the box…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you&lt;br /&gt;Who showed me&lt;br /&gt;All the love in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you&lt;br /&gt;Who made me want&lt;br /&gt;To be &lt;br /&gt;Just me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you&lt;br /&gt;who took&lt;br /&gt;all that misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you&lt;br /&gt;Who made me&lt;br /&gt;Free to be&lt;br /&gt;Just me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh c’mon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told to watch it as you’re getting old&lt;br /&gt;I was told to watch it, what you’re being told&lt;br /&gt;I was told to watch it and obey their rules&lt;br /&gt;I just sat and watched it as my soul was used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told to behave just a certain way&lt;br /&gt;I was told to be wary of all you creepy gays&lt;br /&gt;I was told to be sure that you’re not too weak&lt;br /&gt;I was told the worst thing is to be a freak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then you showed me and my world’s forever changed&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special, just that you told me plain&lt;br /&gt;That to love somebody&lt;br /&gt;Is to let them be&lt;br /&gt;You were the first one happy to let me be just me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why thanks Nate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You unlocked the box&lt;br /&gt;And set my beauty free&lt;br /&gt;And now a part of you&lt;br /&gt;Is now inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You unlocked the box&lt;br /&gt;Society made for me&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m flying&lt;br /&gt;f-f-f-f flying free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a diagram&lt;br /&gt;Nor am I the fuckin’ pox&lt;br /&gt;Just a man walkin’ in his clean white socks&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what&lt;br /&gt;If you’re trans or gay&lt;br /&gt;Never ever ever let ‘em set y; straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For they speak of god&lt;br /&gt;In their haughty tones&lt;br /&gt;And they preach of hate&lt;br /&gt;With their holy moans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while I suffered&lt;br /&gt;Stuffed inside a man-made box&lt;br /&gt;I lost sight of love&lt;br /&gt;Within their holy hoax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what I’ve learned in life is that there’s a basic truth&lt;br /&gt;It came more from pain than from any sleuth&lt;br /&gt;And what that truth is--- is that life can rock&lt;br /&gt;When I am free and not trapped inside some box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You unlocked this box&lt;br /&gt;Society made for me&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m flying&lt;br /&gt;f-f-f-f flying free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You unlocked the box&lt;br /&gt;And set my beauty free&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m flying&lt;br /&gt;f-f-f-f flying free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh we are all blessed&lt;br /&gt;With an illness&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps our love&lt;br /&gt;Is some sort of illness&lt;br /&gt;But if 1 in 10 are so truly blessed&lt;br /&gt;Then this illness brings out in me my best  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’m dancing on to a unique tune&lt;br /&gt;Though some might say that we’re just two loons&lt;br /&gt;But let me give to you a big thank you&lt;br /&gt;For you’ve set free with a love that’s true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You unlocked the box&lt;br /&gt;Society made for me&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m flying&lt;br /&gt;f-f-f-f flying free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You unlocked the box&lt;br /&gt;And set my beauty free&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m flying&lt;br /&gt;f-f-f-f flying free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you&lt;br /&gt;who made me&lt;br /&gt;want to be just me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you&lt;br /&gt;showed me&lt;br /&gt;all the love in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you&lt;br /&gt;who set my spirit&lt;br /&gt;flying free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you who&lt;br /&gt;whose love&lt;br /&gt;is in my energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you who&lt;br /&gt;Taught me&lt;br /&gt;How to be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you&lt;br /&gt;Who told me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing’s wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you&lt;br /&gt;Who told me&lt;br /&gt;It’s society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you who&lt;br /&gt;Made me&lt;br /&gt;Want to be just me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you&lt;br /&gt;Who with this bright honesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manifested love&lt;br /&gt;And all its energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is you&lt;br /&gt;To whom I owe a big thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it is you&lt;br /&gt;Whose love comes both pure and true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is you&lt;br /&gt;Whom with complete honesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say &lt;br /&gt;Who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is love&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[They embrace]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So… with all that said… do you think you’re ready to tell your dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell no.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh… c’mon… he’s coming by this afternoon… you can do it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ok, I’ll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want me with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene Changes… pick up with Nathan in front of his dad and Jacob to the side]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So son, how’s your job going?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s still going good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I could really use you in the office on the campaign trail, especially in the next couple of weeks.  Do you think you could get some time off to help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good. Let me know when.  It was good to see you, son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, there’s something I need to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is really not easy for me to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just that Jake and I…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead…&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad,I am…&lt;br /&gt;                [knocking]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am…&lt;br /&gt;                [Knocking on the Door]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone’s knocking at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am…                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh… hold on a bit…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, oh Senator Wolfe, is Nathan here?&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he’s right over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking over these past few months.  And I realize… well, I realize … I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Thank God.  &lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But Natasha…  you’re married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never that easy is it? [to himself---looking to heavens]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but I left him, Nate.  I realized, probably 4 years too late, but I realized that he wasn’t right for me.  It’s you I want to be with.  Only you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I messed up, and I know my track history isn’t great, and I know I really messed things up… and I know you might need some time to think things over…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha… I do love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh… I love you so much, Nathan [embraces him].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, Nate, but this is not acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes definitely not! [sarcastically]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan, you’re the son of a United States senator, you don’t need to be falling for married women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senator, let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sir, I swear, I love your son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;If you really loved him, perhaps you would think of him for a moment…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, Natasha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE and NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’m not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really, I’m gay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you’re not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATASHA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, no you’re…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you are in love with… [points to Natasha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do love her, but I’m in love with… Jake [points to Jake]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No son, you’re just confused… he’s tricked you… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No he hasn’t, dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he has.  Who are you going to obey, your father or some stranger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pause] There is a group at church that can help you.  This is just a sickness, Nathan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senator, he’s your son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m his father, damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re not gay.  You hear me.  You’re not gay.  I want you to think of the pain you are causing me.  I want you to think of the pain you are causing your mother.  Just think about the lives you are ruining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better be sorry.  Next time I talk to you, I want a full apology.  And I don’t want you hanging around with scum like this.  Excuse me [passes Natasha] [slams door]…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that really true, Nathan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry, Natasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you said you loved me, was that just a lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.  Part of me really does love you.  But not that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody now.  Do you realize that? I have nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha, it’s not his fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then who’s fault is it? Can you tell me that?  Who’s fault is it?  [exits]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pause] Well, that went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I think it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You weren’t the one disowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t that bad… do you remember what happened with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah… dancing animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly, he just has to find his truth; he’ll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Natasha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she’s free now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t we all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song #19 The World is Just a Zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;So many different stages&lt;br /&gt;All filled with different cages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are we to do?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, what are we to do…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo ooo oooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo ooo oooo&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pope and all his minions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father and his opinions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They offer us God’s news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we subscribe to hate-filled views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo ooo oo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo ooo oo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want us all to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They think that we are strange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, aren’t we a bit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not I, but you’re cuckoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN and JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACOB and NATHAN and ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many different stages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All filled with different cages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is it to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s everything… as you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s me and it is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s you and it is me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encaged within this zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encaged within their zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how can we begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If our love is just a sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh if our love’s a sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a cage they’ve placed us in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s me and it is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s you and it is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encaged within this zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encaged within their zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what there’s good news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I could use good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cage was made for two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, that is good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[JACOB and NATHAN kiss]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how can we change your dad’s mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s busy campaigning and getting ready for the pope’s visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes, tomorrow’s the big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, right now, he’s going to give a speech on his “family values” at City hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like the sound of that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C’mon…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[End of scene]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, our great state will welcome his holiness, the pope. And I am proud of all of the work and effort that has been put in to prepare for this historic visit. I am especially proud…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over here!  It’s the pope! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pope is here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s not the pope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song #20: I Am the Pope &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[JACOB arrives in Pope costume.  He is accompanied by NATHAN, ENSEMBLE #1, ENSEMBLE #2, and ENSEMBLE #4 all in Bishop costumes}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the pope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the pope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hopes you listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to go to heaven&lt;br /&gt;And glisten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the pope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the pope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you listen&lt;br /&gt;To the words of the soul’s&lt;br /&gt;Nutrition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lived so many years&lt;br /&gt;With God within my ears&lt;br /&gt;Telling me the ways to live&lt;br /&gt;In this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you want to go to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Between now and Armageddon&lt;br /&gt;There’s a few rules you need &lt;br /&gt;To know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number One!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the pope&lt;br /&gt;What else did you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the pope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s the pope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no sex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you meet a few conditions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re married&lt;br /&gt;It’s okay&lt;br /&gt;To have sex &lt;br /&gt;Anyway &lt;br /&gt;At least two times a month&lt;br /&gt;Is okay&lt;br /&gt;She will want you to have sex&lt;br /&gt;And as a husband &lt;br /&gt;Such is sex&lt;br /&gt;Part of your God-given mission!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s definitely not okay&lt;br /&gt;To have sex, anyway&lt;br /&gt;If you’re not married&lt;br /&gt;Or if you are gay&lt;br /&gt;For you see that is a sin&lt;br /&gt;And that sex will get you in&lt;br /&gt;That place that we call hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all is never well&lt;br /&gt;If you’re going down to hell&lt;br /&gt;So listen to me, you see.&lt;br /&gt;For hell is hell&lt;br /&gt;And hell is hell&lt;br /&gt;I tell you hell is hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell is hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you want to burn&lt;br /&gt;Listen to what you yearn&lt;br /&gt;When you see someone you like&lt;br /&gt;For I’ve seen so many guys&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been lost within their eyes&lt;br /&gt;But I have resisted, why oh why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I don’t want to go to hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, he don’t want to go to hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God’s told me so many years&lt;br /&gt;Have him right between my ears&lt;br /&gt;And he told me not to go to hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you don’t want to go to hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you don’t want to go to hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you have sex&lt;br /&gt;What else can you expect&lt;br /&gt;But a one way ticket to hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For hell is passion’s spell&lt;br /&gt;It’s the lining of her well&lt;br /&gt;So don’t be listening to your flaws&lt;br /&gt;Or your body’s lurid laws&lt;br /&gt;Suppression is God’s holy lesson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are young&lt;br /&gt;And you are urgin’&lt;br /&gt;To have sex&lt;br /&gt;Just stay a virgin&lt;br /&gt;You may not, but God will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sex&lt;br /&gt;Is so much better&lt;br /&gt;If you’re married&lt;br /&gt;It is better&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never had it&lt;br /&gt;But God told me so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say they don’t fit&lt;br /&gt;But once you’re married that is it&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t fit&lt;br /&gt;Be content&lt;br /&gt;And forget it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For love is greater than sex&lt;br /&gt;Unless it is gay sex&lt;br /&gt;Because gay sex&lt;br /&gt;Precludes love, you get it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am the pope&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hopes you get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t&lt;br /&gt;Heaven… forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the pope&lt;br /&gt;I hope you get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hopes you get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t&lt;br /&gt;Hell, you get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to rule number 2&lt;br /&gt;I’m telling you real true&lt;br /&gt;I am the pope&lt;br /&gt;So I know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And rule Number 2&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[drum roll]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condoms are dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb D-Dumb D-Dumb D-Dumb &lt;br /&gt;Dumb D-Dumb D-Dumb D-Dumb &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condoms are dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb D-Dumb D-Dumb D-Dumb&lt;br /&gt;Dumb D-Dumb D-Dumb D-Dumb  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have to be rappin’&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be usin’ that plastic wrappin’&lt;br /&gt;Just be tap, tap, tappin&lt;br /&gt;The real way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For condoms are dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb D-Dumb D-Dumb D-Dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, condoms are dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb D-Dumb D-Dumb D-Dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said condoms are dumb!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb D-Dumb D-Dumb D-Dumb D-Dumb D-Dumb D-Dumb&lt;br /&gt;Dumb D-Dumb D-Dumb D-Dumb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when it comes to sex&lt;br /&gt;No condoms&lt;br /&gt;Just abstinence&lt;br /&gt;To God &lt;br /&gt;Nothing else makes sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God wants babies&lt;br /&gt;And condoms be like rabies&lt;br /&gt;If you have sex&lt;br /&gt;You were meant&lt;br /&gt;For punishment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[A flurry of music]   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Enter into a kick-line]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We are!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We are!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACOB, NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rich, white men&lt;br /&gt;Of the Vatican!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACOB, NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rich, white men &lt;br /&gt;of the Vatican!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout Amen &lt;br /&gt;NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACOB, NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the rich, sexless men &lt;br /&gt;Of the Vatican!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout Amen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACOB, NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the rich, sexless men of the Vatican!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One kick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One kick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another kick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another kick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACOB, NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a shot&lt;br /&gt;For the men of the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For if you need heaven&lt;br /&gt;Between now and Armageddon&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to we men from the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For heaven when Armageddon&lt;br /&gt;Is the reward we will be gettin’&lt;br /&gt;For not gettin’&lt;br /&gt;Any&lt;br /&gt;At all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [Break kick line]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am the pope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s the pope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB, NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hopes you listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to go to heaven&lt;br /&gt;And glisten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the pope &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the pope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hopes you listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the words of the &lt;br /&gt;Soul’s nutrition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[JACOB turns to ENSEMBLE #3 (in disguise) who was at the Senator’s rally}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you see this boy right here&lt;br /&gt;So angry and so queer&lt;br /&gt;Why do you think that he is so angry?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because of the church?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doo-doo-doo-doo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because of a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doo-doo-doo-doo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it because&lt;br /&gt;Behind that stern&lt;br /&gt;And uptight frame&lt;br /&gt;This boy right here&lt;br /&gt;Is maybe&lt;br /&gt;A little bit &lt;br /&gt;Gay…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“YOU FUCKIN FAGGOT”&lt;br /&gt;“YOU FUCKIN FAGGOT”&lt;br /&gt;“YOU FUCKIN FAGGOT”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[ENSEMBLE #3 attacks JACOB, mounts him and starts beating the crap out of him… NATHAN and ENSEMBLE #1, #2, and #4 come to JACOB’s aid and pull ENSEMBLE #3 off of him.  NATHAN looks over JACOB who is lying on stage unconscious, perhaps dead…]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake!  Jake!  Wake up Jake!  Please… wake up…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Stage black….Scene change] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Back at the zoo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, what happened to a young man, Jacob Wilde, was very unfortunate.  My prayers go out to his family at this time of sadness.  There are some issues that divide us in this country, and sometimes the actions we take do not represent the people we are.  It is important for us to reflect and remember that those people like young Jacob need our love and compassion.  Being gay, is a mental illness, and we need to, as a country, treat this with love and compassion, not with anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad. How can you say this?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son, we can go over this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dad.  I am gay.  And I love Jacob.  How can you say that after you saw what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son is just a little distressed and confused.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll go over this later.  As you can see, even my own son can be confused… but with the right family values… together, we can be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my son. But what the tragedy that happened yesterday shows us is that being different, is not always good.  Being different can be different.  Being different is just not natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re not.  I said you’re not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not hear anything…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song #21: Love Above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are y’ gonna place today&lt;br /&gt;Above the power of your love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are y’ gonna take today&lt;br /&gt;Above the power of your love? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes… some folks are crazy&lt;br /&gt;and others are lazy &lt;br /&gt;and others just don’t give a damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what often amazes&lt;br /&gt;Is how some people are spacey&lt;br /&gt;While others just live out a scam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while your pointing your fingers&lt;br /&gt;With your war mongering bringers&lt;br /&gt;And your holey logic thinkers…&lt;br /&gt;And you’re judging all gays&lt;br /&gt;With your hypocritical ways&lt;br /&gt;Only caring about talk of some money… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’m asking you now &lt;br /&gt;I’m asking you clear&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m sick of it now&lt;br /&gt;Sick of hate and fear... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you gonna place today&lt;br /&gt;Above the power of your love? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you gonna take today&lt;br /&gt;Above the power of your love? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you just try to place love above&lt;br /&gt;The sins of your bigotry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pleas… p-p-p please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you just try to place love above&lt;br /&gt;The nature of your greed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pleas… p-p-p please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you just try to place love above&lt;br /&gt;Your 1st grade philosophies &lt;br /&gt;pleas… p-p-p please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause can’t you see him&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you feel him?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you know him?&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you hear him?&lt;br /&gt;When he’s bleeeeeeeeeeeeeediiiiiiiiiiiiiiing…… [fast, harsh music] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear what he’s saying&lt;br /&gt;Or see the price that he’s paying&lt;br /&gt;When he’s listening to your crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When some people are dying&lt;br /&gt;And others are crying&lt;br /&gt;Whether emotionally or through your crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we’re forced to entertain &lt;br /&gt;While your causing more pain&lt;br /&gt;Spillin’ suicide on your lap &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what do we get in response?&lt;br /&gt;Is that, well, you’ve been ensconced&lt;br /&gt;To a vacant face and Rush Limbauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh (fast, harsh music) (screaming) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the life of me…&lt;br /&gt;Why your bigotry&lt;br /&gt;What’s your problem with all gays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the life of me…&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you bloody see&lt;br /&gt;That you’re driving him insane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause he really cares&lt;br /&gt;About the views that you share&lt;br /&gt;Even though you come across as a Nazi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the pope’s a dope&lt;br /&gt;And the Catholics are shit&lt;br /&gt;And you pricks talk of God&lt;br /&gt;But throw demonic spit&lt;br /&gt;I can see the source&lt;br /&gt;But, hell, there’s a better course… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music] [music] [in crescendo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[with an energy that would make even the pope tremble]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s place love above&lt;br /&gt;Traditional values &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s place love above&lt;br /&gt;The people we fear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s place love above&lt;br /&gt;When hope seems impossible &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s place love above&lt;br /&gt;Even thoughts of career &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA and NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s place love above &lt;br /&gt;The forces of bigotry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s place love above&lt;br /&gt;The fears that are in here [pointing to heads]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s place love above&lt;br /&gt;Our silly traditions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s place love above&lt;br /&gt;And love those most dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATASHA, NATHAN, ENSEMBLE #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s place love above&lt;br /&gt;The fences we’re building (music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA, NATHAN, ENSEMBLE #2, ENSEMBLE #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s place love above &lt;br /&gt;And make it our song (music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATASHA, NATHAN, ENSEMBLE #2, ENSEMBLE #3, ENSEMBLE #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s place love above&lt;br /&gt;Our own silly vanities (music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATASHA, NATHAN, ENSEMBLE #2, ENSEMBLE #3, ENSEMBLE #1, ENSEMBLE #5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’ place love above&lt;br /&gt;When we are not strong (music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATASHA, NATHAN, ENSEMBLE #2, ENSEMBLE #3, ENSEMBLE #1, ENSEMBLE #5, ENSEMBLE #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s place love above&lt;br /&gt;When love is inside us (music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh…Let’s place love above&lt;br /&gt;So that all can belong (music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause a man cannot escape&lt;br /&gt;When he looks across our landscape&lt;br /&gt;And sees the rhetoric of fear &lt;br /&gt;Above the power of love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a woman cannot escape&lt;br /&gt;When she looks across our landscape&lt;br /&gt;And sees the rhetoric of fear &lt;br /&gt;Above the power of love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask you once again,&lt;br /&gt;what are you gonna place &lt;br /&gt;today, above the power of your love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I really wanna know&lt;br /&gt;How are you gonna waste&lt;br /&gt;When you refuse to have the taste&lt;br /&gt;Of your own God-given love? (music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause it’s easy for me to see&lt;br /&gt;That we can finally be happy&lt;br /&gt;If we place the power of love&lt;br /&gt;Above the power of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it’s easy for us to see&lt;br /&gt;That we can all be quite happy&lt;br /&gt;If we place the power of love&lt;br /&gt;Above the power of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Music) (Music) (Music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all I’m asking of you, you see&lt;br /&gt;Is to love all humanity&lt;br /&gt;And to place the power of love&lt;br /&gt;Above the power of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Love your son” I beg,&lt;br /&gt;Even if I be gay, or just&lt;br /&gt;Stop, because you’re&lt;br /&gt;not showing love at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NATHAN collapses in tears]  [NATASHA grabs him and brings him up]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN, NATASHA, AND ENEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there’s beauty in our dance&lt;br /&gt;And there’s love in our romance&lt;br /&gt;And all we really need is your acceptance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there’s beauty in our dance&lt;br /&gt;And there’s love in our romance&lt;br /&gt;And all we really need is your acceptance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there’s beauty in our dance&lt;br /&gt;And there’s love in our romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all we really need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we really need &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN and NATASHA and ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we really need, we really need, we really need…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your acceptance [NATHAN in front}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[In Shock, SENATOR WOLFE departs the stage… the lights go out]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[At the hospital]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Jake, how are you feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends… who is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes… this is Natasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been in the hospital one day and you decide to go straight on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m kidding. C’mon give me a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch ouch ouch ouch… I’m kidding…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss. [Small kiss]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what brings you here, Natasha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She helped me out at the rally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way, you went to the Pope’s rally…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we practically drove the Senator from the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh…How is that going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what compelled you to go to the rally? [to NATASHA] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No not like that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I realized, from you two actually, is what love is.  My whole life I thought it was just, well, sex.  Yes, well when I was really young it was about princes.  But then reality… and it was about sex… especially when marriage hit… well, then it was just… well, not much of anything…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song #22: Love’s Serenity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger&lt;br /&gt;My life was tragic&lt;br /&gt;This once romantic&lt;br /&gt;On my own Titanic&lt;br /&gt;I had these friends&lt;br /&gt;I lost those friends&lt;br /&gt;Within the movies&lt;br /&gt;Love never ends&lt;br /&gt;But it did&lt;br /&gt;It does&lt;br /&gt;Love ends&lt;br /&gt;And when I gave up&lt;br /&gt;On…  &lt;br /&gt;My Love&lt;br /&gt;That’s when I lost&lt;br /&gt;The best&lt;br /&gt;Of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;br /&gt;I hated life &lt;br /&gt;I hated men&lt;br /&gt;I hated me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;br /&gt;Could not see&lt;br /&gt;Any beauty&lt;br /&gt;This side of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Would exercise&lt;br /&gt;Day and night&lt;br /&gt;Just to remove the stains from&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;br /&gt;These eyes of sadness&lt;br /&gt;Those wells of madness&lt;br /&gt;That darkness without&lt;br /&gt;Any&lt;br /&gt;Light&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I was dying&lt;br /&gt;From all that crying&lt;br /&gt;I was dying&lt;br /&gt;Because I had&lt;br /&gt;Lost&lt;br /&gt;Oh I had lost&lt;br /&gt;All Hope&lt;br /&gt;My Light&lt;br /&gt;And so&lt;br /&gt;When I lost&lt;br /&gt;My Love&lt;br /&gt;That’s when &lt;br /&gt;I lost the&lt;br /&gt;Best of Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In so much anger&lt;br /&gt;And with a stranger&lt;br /&gt;He did not know me &lt;br /&gt;I did not know me&lt;br /&gt;But with each tear&lt;br /&gt;I had to fear me&lt;br /&gt;For what’s a woman&lt;br /&gt;Without a husband&lt;br /&gt;And this cage&lt;br /&gt;That awful cage&lt;br /&gt;Oh it held&lt;br /&gt;The worst&lt;br /&gt;Of me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried for freedom&lt;br /&gt;I cried for freedom&lt;br /&gt;But I was so dumb&lt;br /&gt;Caught in his kingdom&lt;br /&gt;I cried for freedom&lt;br /&gt;I cried for freeeeee-dom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw &lt;br /&gt;You two&lt;br /&gt;And your love&lt;br /&gt;And I remembered &lt;br /&gt;That best of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t life fantastic?&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t life fantastic?&lt;br /&gt;When who you are&lt;br /&gt;Is not just plastic&lt;br /&gt;He never knew me&lt;br /&gt;He saw knew me&lt;br /&gt;And then those men&lt;br /&gt;Who nightly screwed me&lt;br /&gt;I was a manic&lt;br /&gt;In a panic&lt;br /&gt;The Titanic&lt;br /&gt;But when I surrendered&lt;br /&gt;To true love’s &lt;br /&gt;Serenity&lt;br /&gt;That’s when I found&lt;br /&gt;The best of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it’s inside me&lt;br /&gt;Yes, just inside me&lt;br /&gt;No it’s not sex, or&lt;br /&gt;That man beside me&lt;br /&gt;But it is freeedom&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is freeeedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;That love you share&lt;br /&gt;Well, it’s also the best of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For love is comfort&lt;br /&gt;And love is trusting&lt;br /&gt;But most of all &lt;br /&gt;It is freeeedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, sure, it’s attachment&lt;br /&gt;But the type that makes us free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I surrendered&lt;br /&gt;To love’s &lt;br /&gt;Serenity &lt;br /&gt;That’s when&lt;br /&gt;I found&lt;br /&gt;The best &lt;br /&gt;Of meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Kisses and hugs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene change]&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Senator Wolfe alone]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, why did he have to be gay? Couldn’t he have been anything else? Like Jewish? Even Muslim? I would have maybe been okay with that.  But gay, it’s just weird… How do they even… do it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song #23: Fear of the Mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE [from backstage--- as conscience]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the fear of the mirror&lt;br /&gt;When you look in those eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know… let him go his own path&lt;br /&gt;But does that path have to be so different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the fear of the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Never comes as a surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why did it have to be so close to the election?&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t this have come at a better time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the fear of the mirror&lt;br /&gt;It ain’t tellin you no lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I love him&lt;br /&gt;But does love have to include acceptance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the fear of the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And the glare in the mirror’s eyes!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay God, I get it.  Thank you, I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[SCENE CHANGE]  [Senator Wolfe at the Podium]  [NATHAN, JACOB, and NATASHA by his side]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; DAD (formerly known as SENATOR WOLFE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we welcome the Pope to our great state.  And with my own election just a week away, I wanted to clear up a certain disagreement I have with his holiness.  I believe that love and family are the most important things that any man can have, and on these two counts, I count myself as one of the luckiest men in the world.  With that said, I have for too long let fear get the best of me. But as my son has recently shown me, just as fear builds when we suppress it, so too, does courage build when we express it. [pause]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to apologize to everyone who is gay, lesbian, bisexual or transgendered. I have always stood for people’s freedom to do with their money what they choose, but I have stood silent, as we as a society have denied people’s ability to love whom they choose.  Today, I want to say, love is love is love. This isn’t about politics, but about the love I have for my son, the love he has for his partner, and the love we must have for all humanity, despite our differences. If you elect me on Tuesday, I promise stand for love, because it’s the right thing to do.  That’s all. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senator, do you still think you’ll win, Tuesday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; DAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know, but there are more important things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, sir. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; DAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, thank you.  Really, thank all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song #24: Elope with Hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news is playing with the radio on&lt;br /&gt;In New York a murder, maybe war in Iran&lt;br /&gt;My ex-boyfriend is gay, and my husband is gone&lt;br /&gt;And I have no friends, except for you and your man&lt;br /&gt;But this ain’t no time for me to sing my swan&lt;br /&gt;For I’ve eloped with hope&lt;br /&gt;And we are gonna go far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I’ve eloped with hope&lt;br /&gt;And we are gonna go far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The record’s playing with an old time saying&lt;br /&gt;Just be living life or be decaying&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be waiting, when you can be changing&lt;br /&gt;Just be yourself, ain’t that the saying&lt;br /&gt;And this new found freedom has got me swaying&lt;br /&gt;To the musical beat &lt;br /&gt;Of celebrating&lt;br /&gt;And on this day we will all be praying&lt;br /&gt;To the newest prayer&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for swaying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I’ve eloped with hope&lt;br /&gt;And we are gonna go far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I’ve eloped with hope &lt;br /&gt;And we are gonna go far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Natasha&lt;br /&gt;For being my friend&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s not easy&lt;br /&gt;With the things I did&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;You can always count on me&lt;br /&gt;Because I know who I am now&lt;br /&gt;And your love has helped me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this life is tough&lt;br /&gt;It sure ain’t easy&lt;br /&gt;Just finding myself&lt;br /&gt;Well, it drove me crazy&lt;br /&gt;But one thing’s for sure&lt;br /&gt;And this I want to tell thee&lt;br /&gt;Every time you smile&lt;br /&gt;It always thrills me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the radio’s on&lt;br /&gt;But there’s hope in it&lt;br /&gt;For friends like you&lt;br /&gt;Keep my spirit lit&lt;br /&gt;And Jake and I&lt;br /&gt;We have battled through it&lt;br /&gt;And I love my dad&lt;br /&gt;Although an elephant&lt;br /&gt;And yes it’s clear&lt;br /&gt;I’m also married to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I’ve eloped with hope&lt;br /&gt;And we are gonna go far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I’ve eloped with hope&lt;br /&gt;And we are gonna go far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I’m Jake&lt;br /&gt;I’m your favorite jaywalker&lt;br /&gt;Am I a smooth criminal&lt;br /&gt;Or just your favorite talker&lt;br /&gt;I love you all&lt;br /&gt;It’s my only true state&lt;br /&gt;For this love thing&lt;br /&gt;Well, it’s my favorite trait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been beaten&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you thought I was dead&lt;br /&gt;But how could I be dead&lt;br /&gt;When I have such a strong head&lt;br /&gt;But love, you know, &lt;br /&gt;Is the only true road&lt;br /&gt;The one I chose&lt;br /&gt;So long ago [Embraces Nathan]&lt;br /&gt;And to this day, it is still true…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN and JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That we’ve eloped with hope&lt;br /&gt;And we are gonna go far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That we’ve eloped with hope&lt;br /&gt;And we are gonna go far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; DAD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I’m the dad&lt;br /&gt;Your least favorite, the villain&lt;br /&gt;But you know I’m not&lt;br /&gt;Just lost in tradition&lt;br /&gt;For my son, I know&lt;br /&gt;Is more important to me&lt;br /&gt;Than all the votes in the world&lt;br /&gt;He means the world to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my love for him&lt;br /&gt;Has shown me the way&lt;br /&gt;That love is meant for all&lt;br /&gt;Both straight and gay&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;I love you today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; DAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And always [They embrace]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN and DAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For we’ve eloped with hope&lt;br /&gt;And we are gonna go far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh we’ve eloped with hope &lt;br /&gt;And we are gonna go far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooo yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ALL [Natasha stretches and embellishes the oh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve eloped with hooooooope &lt;br /&gt;And we are gonna go far &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Quicken up the music--- bring out the full cast]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say nope to the pope&lt;br /&gt;There’s a new way to cope&lt;br /&gt;And we elope with hope&lt;br /&gt;We elope with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say nope to the scope&lt;br /&gt;That’s too narrow for hope&lt;br /&gt;And we elope with hope&lt;br /&gt;We elope with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We elope &lt;br /&gt;We elope &lt;br /&gt;We elop-a with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-4-3-2&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye misanthro-popes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We elope &lt;br /&gt;We elope&lt;br /&gt;We elopa- with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-4-3-2&lt;br /&gt;There’s a new way to hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God’s scope&lt;br /&gt;Is a kaleidoscope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every sister &lt;br /&gt;Every brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God’s scope&lt;br /&gt;Is a kaleidoscope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan, White, Black&lt;br /&gt;Or even Purple Taupe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God’s scope&lt;br /&gt;Is a kaleidoscope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love each other &lt;br /&gt;Or just be a dope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God’s scope&lt;br /&gt;Is a kaleidoscope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every color&lt;br /&gt;There’s a new way to hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Elopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We elope with hope&lt;br /&gt;We elope with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Elopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We elope with hope&lt;br /&gt;We elope with hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Elopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We elope with hope&lt;br /&gt;We elope with hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Elopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa with hope&lt;br /&gt;We elope with hope&lt;br /&gt;Oh we elope with hope&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every sister&lt;br /&gt;Every brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every brother&lt;br /&gt;From every color!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the new religion &lt;br /&gt;Is the old religion&lt;br /&gt;Just love us all&lt;br /&gt;For we’re all God’s children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether straight or gay&lt;br /&gt;Or young or old&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe even both&lt;br /&gt;If you are so bold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s this golden rule&lt;br /&gt;Or so I’ve been told&lt;br /&gt;Just love thy neighbor&lt;br /&gt;With all your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ALL together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you can’t handle it&lt;br /&gt;Then just take your shit&lt;br /&gt;And leave us alone&lt;br /&gt;You fucking hypocrites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; DAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We elopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We elope with hope&lt;br /&gt;We elope with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; DAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We elopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We elope with hope&lt;br /&gt;We elope with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; DAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We elopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We elope with hope&lt;br /&gt;We elope with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; DAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We elopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God &lt;br /&gt;For the best way to hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love’s around&lt;br /&gt;No microscopes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just elopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love’s around&lt;br /&gt;No Misanthropopes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just elopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When’s love’s around&lt;br /&gt;Just go for broke&lt;br /&gt;And eloooooope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL [in crescendo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;With hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elope &lt;br /&gt;Elope &lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;With hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elope &lt;br /&gt;Elope &lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;With hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elope &lt;br /&gt;Elope &lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;With hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elope &lt;br /&gt;Elope &lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;With hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elope &lt;br /&gt;Elope &lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;With hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elope &lt;br /&gt;Elope &lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;With hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;With hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;With hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;With hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;With hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;With hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;With hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Love is God&lt;br /&gt;And God is Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; DAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musical flurry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa------ Meeeeeeeeeeeeen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(musical end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you!  All of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(END)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hopefully, there is audience applause--- if so, give following encore]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song #25 Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my world&lt;br /&gt;All my life&lt;br /&gt;Can be summed and drummed&lt;br /&gt;In just a word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my pain&lt;br /&gt;All my strife&lt;br /&gt;I have learned to face&lt;br /&gt;With just a word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB [enters] and NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love! &lt;br /&gt;Is just a word&lt;br /&gt;It’s our whole world&lt;br /&gt;In just a word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;Is just a word&lt;br /&gt;It is the harmony&lt;br /&gt;That defeats the harm in we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA [enter] &amp; JACOB &amp; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;Is just a word&lt;br /&gt;It’s our whole world&lt;br /&gt;In just a word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;Is just a word&lt;br /&gt;It is the harmony&lt;br /&gt;That defeats the harm in we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ALL [enter]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there’s beauty in our dance&lt;br /&gt;And there’s love in our romance&lt;br /&gt;And all we really need is your acceptance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there’s beauty in our dance&lt;br /&gt;And there’s love in our romance&lt;br /&gt;And all we really need is your acceptance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there’s beauty in our dance&lt;br /&gt;And love in our romance&lt;br /&gt;And all we really need&lt;br /&gt;All we really need&lt;br /&gt;All we really neeeeeeeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN and JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[End--- Final--- Take bows]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-8550676467016583853?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/8550676467016583853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=8550676467016583853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/8550676467016583853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/8550676467016583853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/06/animals-musical-act-2.html' title='&quot;The Animals&quot; (a musical): Act 2'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-2072570273454126768</id><published>2010-06-13T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T17:57:32.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Animals" (a musical) Plot Summary</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Animals (a musical)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peyton Charles Ware&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bare Bones Cast (9):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathaniel Wolfe: Protagonist, Son of Senator, Shy, Sexually Confused&lt;br /&gt;Sara/ Natasha Fox: Sexy, Attracted to Nathaniel, Married, &lt;br /&gt;Jacob Wilde: Bi-sexual, Self-aware, Co-worker of Nathan's at Zoo&lt;br /&gt;Edward Wolfe: United States Senator, Father to Nathan Wolfe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male Ensemble 1: Hippo 1, Assist on “Pope”, Backup on Group numbers &lt;br /&gt;Male Ensemble 3: Cuttlefish, Backup on Group Numbers, &lt;br /&gt;Male Ensemble 5: Hippo 2, Conservative boy, &lt;br /&gt;Female Ensemble 2: Assist on “Criminal Charge”, Backup on Group Numbers,&lt;br /&gt;Female Ensemble 4: Assist on Criminal Charge, Backup on Group Numbers, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACT 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot opens with Senator Edward Wolfe giving a speech during the Zoo’s Annual Dance Party. He is celebrating his son Nathaniel’s position at the Zoo and the Pope’s upcoming visit. At the conclusion of his speech, the Zoo’s dance party begins--- &lt;strong&gt;“It’s Just the Manual to be the Animal”&lt;/strong&gt;. Nathaniel seems out of place during the party. He is invited by Jacob Wilde, a coworker, to dance but Nathan declines. Sara makes her entrance... singing &lt;strong&gt;“Youth I have It”, &lt;/strong&gt;and seducing just about every guy on the stage (and audience). Nathaniel, alone and pathetic, engages in a moment of self-pity: &lt;strong&gt;“Sometimes I’m Alone Like the Lone Wolf&lt;/strong&gt;”. Sara takes an interest in Nathan and slips him her number. He is overjoyed, but Jacob isn’t as happy. Jacob sings &lt;strong&gt;“JayWalker”. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathaniel and Sara are together on an intimate date… She teases his ridiculous, conservative demeanor… in response he sings &lt;strong&gt;“I Don’t Wanna Be Rude, But I think you’re Cute”&lt;/strong&gt;… She thinks this is rather cute, but raises the stakes with &lt;strong&gt;“I Want So much to Touch You&lt;/strong&gt;” which becomes a steamy duet… Passionate love making ensues… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the passionate evening, Nathaniel and Sara walk into Jacob Wilde. He sings &lt;strong&gt;“Love is the Only Thing that Turns Me On &lt;/strong&gt;... As Jacob leaves, Nathaniel professes his love for Sara &lt;strong&gt;“You Can Count On Me”. &lt;/strong&gt;Once she leaves, Nathan is informed that Sara is married and named Natasha: &lt;strong&gt;“Miss Manipulative”. &lt;/strong&gt; Enraged, Nathaniel confronts Sara &lt;strong&gt;“I had a kiss for the Miss”&lt;/strong&gt; and leaves her abruptly. The stage darkens and Sara sings about how love is a cock of shit in the stormy dance number &lt;strong&gt;“Love is a Criminal Charge”.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devastated, Nathaniel tries to find comfort at the Zoo where he finds Jacob. Instead of comfort, he comes to the realization he’s gay. Nathan freaks out… He collapses in the zoo… and in a bizarre dream state reminiscent of a twisted Alice in Wonderland, dancing zoo animals start to hit on him… a sexy Tigress &lt;strong&gt;“This girl is a tiger”, &lt;/strong&gt;two gay hippos &lt;strong&gt;“Get Hippo Down”, &lt;/strong&gt;and a bi-sexual Cuttlefish &lt;strong&gt;“Cuddle with the Cuttlefish”… &lt;/strong&gt;(yes… this is meant to be rather comedic). At the point of breakdown, Jacob finally finds Nathaniel and comforts him, revealing his love for the poor bloke. &lt;strong&gt;“You’re Okay”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a brief family values speech by Senator Wolfe, the second Act opens with the sexy dance number &lt;strong&gt;“The Action of Passion&lt;/strong&gt;”.  The scene then changes to Natasha who is not happy with her husband--- &lt;strong&gt;“I Want Something More Today” &lt;/strong&gt;--- she decides to leave him.  Nathan discusses with Jacob the nature of his sexuality, describing how the hardest thing to determine is “who I am”.  He follows with &lt;strong&gt;“Unlocked the box"&lt;/strong&gt;.  Nathan decides it’s time to confront his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan tries to “come out of the closet” to his father.  Just when he is about to reveal his sexuality, Natasha arrives to express her love for Nathan.  During this comedy, Nathan finally opens up that he is gay.  His father storms out-- stating that Nathan must think things over if he wants to remain his son.  Natasha also leaves, devastated…  Nathan and Jacob lament their fate… &lt;strong&gt;“The World is Just a Zoo”.   &lt;/strong&gt;Natasha witnesses this scene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob and Nathan show up to the Senator’s rally for the pope &lt;strong&gt;“I am the Pope”&lt;/strong&gt;...Jacob takes it too far with an insecure dude and is nearly beaten to death…    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senator Wolfe gives a speech to a crowd regarding the tragedy at his previous rally.  Nate, distressed by the speech, confronts his father.  Senator Wolfe proceeds to bludgeon his son with words, telling him he can’t be gay.  Natasha comes to Nathan’s rescue.  Natasha leads the full cast sans Jacob in the climax of the musical: &lt;strong&gt;“Let’s Place Love Above”&lt;/strong&gt;. Senator Wolfe exits, clearly shaken.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audience finds out Jacob is still alive.  Nathan and Natasha meet him at the hospital.  Natasha sings about what she’s learned from love: &lt;strong&gt;“Love’s Serenity”&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone, Senator Wolfe comes to grips with what he must do and also what he’s learned from love: &lt;strong&gt;“Fear of the Mirror”&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senator Wolfe gives a speech stating that he is for gay rights and love.  Everyone rejoices... &lt;strong&gt;“Elope with Hope” &lt;/strong&gt;. As an encore, the full cast sings &lt;strong&gt;“Love"&lt;/strong&gt;--- because that’s what it’s all about. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song Listing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The Manual to be the Animal--- Full Ensemble&lt;br /&gt;2) Youth I Have It, I’m Gonna Use It--- Sara&lt;br /&gt;3) Sometimes I’m Alone Like the Lone Wolf--- Nathan&lt;br /&gt;4) JayWalker--- Jacob&lt;br /&gt;5) I Don’t Wanna Be rude--- Nathan&lt;br /&gt;6) I Want So Much To Touch You--- Sara and Nathan&lt;br /&gt;7) Love is the Only Thing That Turns Me On--- Jacob&lt;br /&gt;8) You Can Count On Me--- Nathan&lt;br /&gt;9) Miss Manipulative--- Ensemble&lt;br /&gt;10) I Had a Kiss For the Miss--- Nathan and Sara&lt;br /&gt;11) Love Is a Criminal Charge--- Sara/Natasha and Female Ensemble&lt;br /&gt;12) This Girl is a Tiger--- Female Ensemble 2&lt;br /&gt;13) Hip Hippo Down—Male Ensemble 1 and 3&lt;br /&gt;14) Cuddle with the Cuttlefish—Male Ensemble 5&lt;br /&gt;15) You’re okay--- Jacob &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) The Action of Passion--- Ensemble (Jacob and Nathan in background) &lt;br /&gt;17) I Want Something More Today--- Natasha&lt;br /&gt;18) Unlocked the Box--- Nathan&lt;br /&gt;19) The World is Just a Zoo---  Jacob and Nathan&lt;br /&gt;20) I am the Pope--- Jacob , Nathan and Ensemble&lt;br /&gt;21) Let’s Place Love Above— Natasha, Nathan, and Ensemble&lt;br /&gt;22) Love’s Serenity--- Natasha&lt;br /&gt;23) Fear of the Mirror--- Ensemble&lt;br /&gt;24) Elope with Hope—Full Cast&lt;br /&gt;25) Love--- Full Cast&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-2072570273454126768?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/2072570273454126768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=2072570273454126768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/2072570273454126768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/2072570273454126768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/06/animals-musical-plot-summary.html' title='&quot;The Animals&quot; (a musical) Plot Summary'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-8526753789255426703</id><published>2010-06-13T16:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T17:07:01.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar!</title><content type='html'>My dad recently got me a free month subscription to Netflix.  I have used it mostly to watch the television series "Avatar", perhaps my favorite television series of all time. If you love Miyazaki films--- I recommend "Castle in the Sky", "Howl's Moving Castle", "Princess Mononoke", "Spirited Away", "Nausicaa: Valley of the Wind"--- just to start--- then you MUST see this series.  The blend of goofiness, strong characters, and love that goes into this series is amazing. I HIGHLY recommend it.  I can identify with the characters, they are all great, and well, I just really like this show--- who knew a kids' show could get me teary eyed... :-) I'm going to watch another episode after this series of posts. I think this series will be around for a long time... just like the Disney animation I grew up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. Night Shyamalan is making "Avatar" into a movie coming out July 2nd.  I must admit I really disliked the last two movies I saw by him: "The Village" and "Lady in the Water"... so he better not mess this up!!!  Nonetheless, I will certainly see the film... here's the trailer to the upcoming film version:  And definitely see the show--- or when you have kids--- have them see the show!!! It really is great (in my humble opinion).  :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="520" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.paramount.com/webmaster/player/paramount_epk.php" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.paramount.com/webmaster/player/paramount_epk.php" flashVars="cid=db286c834ce06b78dcb5c0f963bb0fc9abb32c8e" wmode="transparent" width="520" height="325" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-8526753789255426703?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/8526753789255426703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=8526753789255426703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/8526753789255426703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/8526753789255426703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/06/avatar.html' title='Avatar!'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-3517734982364141288</id><published>2010-05-22T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T15:51:35.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere Out There</title><content type='html'>"Somewhere Out There" by the great James Horner ("Titanic"), Barry Mann, and Cynthia Weil.  From the adorable movie "An American Tail"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XRjb8sMjYu8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XRjb8sMjYu8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-3517734982364141288?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/3517734982364141288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=3517734982364141288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/3517734982364141288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/3517734982364141288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/05/somewhere-out-there.html' title='Somewhere Out There'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-1296521742155995850</id><published>2010-05-22T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T19:07:14.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lesson</title><content type='html'>Imprints on the whiteboard&lt;br /&gt;Markers on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Empty sneakers, open books&lt;br /&gt;No crayons in that drawer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter in the hallway&lt;br /&gt;But stubborn by the book&lt;br /&gt;What's the matter? What's this word?&lt;br /&gt;He gives me that "book" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future is not sleeping&lt;br /&gt;His energy has no brakes&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to words or math&lt;br /&gt;Play games &lt;br /&gt;For tutor's sake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-1296521742155995850?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/1296521742155995850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=1296521742155995850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/1296521742155995850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/1296521742155995850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/05/lesson.html' title='A Lesson'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-64441622180233641</id><published>2010-05-16T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T11:36:07.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which of these 26 letters...</title><content type='html'>I am grateful to the two new followers of this blog.  I do not know who you are, but the support is sincerely appreciated (really, truly). I would never forgive myself if I didn't finish the musical, but it is nice to know somebody out there likes my work. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I hope you like this song--- I think it's one of my better ones, though sad.  It's meant as a piano solo.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Peyton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which of these 26 letters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of these 26 letters &lt;br /&gt;And 88 notes&lt;br /&gt;Could ever express&lt;br /&gt;How much I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of these 26 letters&lt;br /&gt;And 88 notes&lt;br /&gt;Could ever impress&lt;br /&gt;How much I care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I’m sorry I hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I pressed every button&lt;br /&gt;But now I’m here&lt;br /&gt;On the keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to write you a love song&lt;br /&gt;To make it all better&lt;br /&gt;With every note&lt;br /&gt;Asking please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I’m sorry I hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry I need you&lt;br /&gt;But at a moment like this&lt;br /&gt;You’re all I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there are so many questions&lt;br /&gt;With too little notes&lt;br /&gt;I know nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;But this is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of these 26 letters&lt;br /&gt;And 88 notes&lt;br /&gt;Could ever express&lt;br /&gt;How much I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of these 26 letters&lt;br /&gt;And 88 notes &lt;br /&gt;Could ever impress&lt;br /&gt;How much I care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a lonely profession&lt;br /&gt;Being a mad man&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll agree&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ever suggest you&lt;br /&gt;Were one to forget, well,&lt;br /&gt;That wasn’t a well&lt;br /&gt;Thought out plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my sun &lt;br /&gt;And my rainbow&lt;br /&gt;My light in the night&lt;br /&gt;You’re everything&lt;br /&gt;I cannot control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though I’m sorry I hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry I need you&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty is etched&lt;br /&gt;Into my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m here on the keyboard&lt;br /&gt;Now banging the keys&lt;br /&gt;Lost because &lt;br /&gt;You are not here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is strung into letters&lt;br /&gt;And bled into notes&lt;br /&gt;Every word&lt;br /&gt;Writ with those tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of these 26 letters&lt;br /&gt;And 88 notes&lt;br /&gt;Could ever express&lt;br /&gt;How much I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of these 26 letters &lt;br /&gt;And 88 notes&lt;br /&gt;Could ever impress&lt;br /&gt;How much I care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words may flow as a river&lt;br /&gt;These notes may tap as rain&lt;br /&gt;But I’m now alone&lt;br /&gt;With just your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my passion&lt;br /&gt;My spirit, and every note screams it&lt;br /&gt;This energy&lt;br /&gt;How I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your popcorn cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Those wings in your hair&lt;br /&gt;The way that you look&lt;br /&gt;In disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though I know you don’t know it&lt;br /&gt;That you may not feel it&lt;br /&gt;This poor man’s voice&lt;br /&gt;Is in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I’m trying to scream it&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying to beam it&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying to get you back to me&lt;br /&gt;And though I know it is useless&lt;br /&gt;I know that I’m useless &lt;br /&gt;I hate getting used&lt;br /&gt;To just these keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of these 26 letters&lt;br /&gt;And 88 notes&lt;br /&gt;Could show you the truth&lt;br /&gt;Of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of these 26 letters&lt;br /&gt;And 88 notes&lt;br /&gt;Could transform this pain&lt;br /&gt;Into some art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I’ll end without sending&lt;br /&gt;You any more pain&lt;br /&gt;I’ll end with just&lt;br /&gt;These few notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to thank you&lt;br /&gt;For being&lt;br /&gt;My friend&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;And that will not end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of these 26 letters&lt;br /&gt;And 88 notes&lt;br /&gt;Did ever express&lt;br /&gt;How much I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of these 26 letters&lt;br /&gt;And 88 notes&lt;br /&gt;Did ever address you&lt;br /&gt;As my one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[end]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-64441622180233641?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/64441622180233641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=64441622180233641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/64441622180233641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/64441622180233641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/05/which-of-these-26-letters.html' title='Which of these 26 letters...'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-1862928061278869099</id><published>2010-05-12T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T17:31:53.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Stars</title><content type='html'>I love movie music :-P  From the movie "DragonHeart", composed by Randy Edelman--- entitled "To the Stars"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kXwrmgENwq0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param 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Some brief comments: 1) It's a musical for adults similar to Cabaret or Chicago-- read with that in mind 2) The formatting on a blog is really not ideal, if anyone really wants to read it, I could send it in MS Word Format.  For those who have offered their support, thank you... especially, my sisters... I hope to get you Act 2 in the near future.  Comments are always appreciated (though please remember this is just the first Act!!!) -P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Animals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book and lyrics by Peyton Charles Ware&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The musical opens at a Dance Party at a Zoo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, gentlemen, and fellow party animals.  It is my great honor to be here tonight for the Zoo’s Annual Charity Dance Party.  For 17 years, most of you have known me as your United States Senator, but one lucky man among you, for 27 long years, has had the unique distinction of calling me “dad”.  Nathan, where are you, come up here and give your dad a bear hug.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NATHAN enters stage while SENATOR WOLFE and ENSEMBLE clap.  He stands next to SENATOR WOLFE and gets a one armed hug]  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud to be able to serve this great state, I am so proud of some of the accomplishments that we, together, have achieved over the past 17 years, but what I am most proud of, is this young man, my son, who only one month ago, took his passion for animals, for education, for the environment, and made it into a career at what I believe is the finest zoo in all of America.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [ENSEMBLE claps]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his holiness, the pope, coming to visit this zoo in just five short months, let us remember the family values of honesty, of trust, of integrity, and love, that have kept my son and I so close for 27 amazing years, and are, in my mind, at the core of what makes America the greatest nation in the entire world.  I know I am in good company when I say this, but it’s our core values that separate us from these caged animals here, and it’s our core values that will keep America the greatest country in the world. I know you are in the best of hands with my son here in your Education Department, and when the world is watching, I know you will make our great state proud, and show the pope, and the world, not only what quality animals we have here, but also what quality people.  God bless you, and without further ado… let the party begin.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The stage brightens, revealing a company of scantily clad, sexy young people in dance position. Dancing ensues] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song #1: The Manual to be The Animal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just the manual&lt;br /&gt;To be the animal&lt;br /&gt;And when I feel it&lt;br /&gt;I want to be it... be it...be it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just the manual&lt;br /&gt;To be the animal&lt;br /&gt;And when I feel it&lt;br /&gt;I want to be it... be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinkin' heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;You take off all those clothes&lt;br /&gt;You lookin' mighty fine&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make y' mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s when I use my eyes&lt;br /&gt;To send y' all those lies&lt;br /&gt;Because what is love&lt;br /&gt;But what my eyes define&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I’m at the club&lt;br /&gt;And I just want some love&lt;br /&gt;I look for décolleté&lt;br /&gt;Because that means some play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I use the booze&lt;br /&gt;To get us both so loose&lt;br /&gt;What did my sensei say?&lt;br /&gt;But to let those senses play!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s just the manual&lt;br /&gt;To be the animal&lt;br /&gt;And when he feels it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be it... be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s just the manual&lt;br /&gt;To be the animal&lt;br /&gt;And when he feels it&lt;br /&gt;He wants to be it... be it... be it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All y' want some love&lt;br /&gt;And I'm like MJ's glove&lt;br /&gt;Meanin' I'm so fly&lt;br /&gt;My dancin' makes 'em cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the men just long&lt;br /&gt;For the girl that makes ‘em long&lt;br /&gt;For what they see in me&lt;br /&gt;Makes em’ wet their briefs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For while I’m on the floor&lt;br /&gt;What I’m asking for&lt;br /&gt;Is all the finest moves&lt;br /&gt;And then I’ll show ‘em more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For even the dullest dudes&lt;br /&gt;Make me wet when nude&lt;br /&gt;For what a girl desires&lt;br /&gt;Is a man whose ass inspires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s just the manual&lt;br /&gt;To be the animal&lt;br /&gt;And when she sees it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to free it, free it, free it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s just the manual&lt;br /&gt;To be the animal&lt;br /&gt;And when she feels him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE  #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel it... feel it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hotties want the most&lt;br /&gt;Is my body oh so close&lt;br /&gt;'Cause what they feel in me&lt;br /&gt;Is just a bull in heat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I'm on the floor&lt;br /&gt;The ladies want some more&lt;br /&gt;And I take that desire&lt;br /&gt;And turn it into fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm the U.S.S.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Prometheus&lt;br /&gt;Goin’ down below&lt;br /&gt;Until her cheeks aglow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what my body’s for&lt;br /&gt;Is to cause a roar&lt;br /&gt;In her I trust&lt;br /&gt;That’s what this man is for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        ENSEMBLE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id's just the manual&lt;br /&gt;To be the animal&lt;br /&gt;And when he feels id&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        ENSEMBLE #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be id, be id.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id's just the manual&lt;br /&gt;To be the animal&lt;br /&gt;And when he feels id&lt;br /&gt;He wants to be it… be it… be it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello I’m Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;And my philosophy&lt;br /&gt;Is really deep&lt;br /&gt;That’s deep inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what I love to do&lt;br /&gt;Is just get close to you&lt;br /&gt;And shake you up&lt;br /&gt;Until your mind is blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For when I want some love&lt;br /&gt;I want it like a drug&lt;br /&gt;And that drug is stiff&lt;br /&gt;If it’s gonna come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I’m just a girl&lt;br /&gt;Who wants you in my world&lt;br /&gt;For this body chasm&lt;br /&gt;Is built for an orgasm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s just the manual&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ENSEMBLE #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be the animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when she wants you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna get you, get you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just the manual&lt;br /&gt;To be animal&lt;br /&gt;And when she feels it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENSEMBLE #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna be it, be it, be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENSEMBLE #5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, my name is Pan&lt;br /&gt;You can call me Peter Pan&lt;br /&gt;And you may understand&lt;br /&gt;In Never-ever land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause tonight y' gonna fly&lt;br /&gt;Wit' dust b'tween y' thighs&lt;br /&gt;That's right, the second star&lt;br /&gt;Is hidden deep inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when y' go with me&lt;br /&gt;Oh babe, y' gonna see&lt;br /&gt;That babe, these Captain Hooks&lt;br /&gt;Are driven by y' looks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So babe, now here's the key&lt;br /&gt;All sweet and syrupy&lt;br /&gt;And there's no place to hide&lt;br /&gt;When this animal's let loose inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENSEMBLE [crawling toward audience] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re just the manuals&lt;br /&gt;To be the animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re just the manuals&lt;br /&gt;To be the animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re just the manuals&lt;br /&gt;To be the animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re just the manuals&lt;br /&gt;To be the animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ENSEMBLE Up and dancing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re just the animals&lt;br /&gt;Within you animals&lt;br /&gt;And though you hide us&lt;br /&gt;You can’t deny us, eye us, eye us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re just the animals&lt;br /&gt;Within you animals&lt;br /&gt;And though you hide us&lt;br /&gt;You know you want us, you want us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhwhoooooooooo's the animal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I’m the animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhwhoooooooooo's the animal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I’m the animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhwhoooooooooo's the animal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re all the animals.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #1&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhwhoooooooooo's the animal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just the manual&lt;br /&gt;To be the animal&lt;br /&gt;And when we feel it&lt;br /&gt;We want to be it… be it… be it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just the manual&lt;br /&gt;To be the animal&lt;br /&gt;And when we feel it&lt;br /&gt;We want to be it… be it… be it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Passionate dancing ensues]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENSEMBLE #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENSEMBLE #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENSEMBLE #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENSEMBLE #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENSEMBLE #5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just the manual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son, look at all those young people on the dance floor.  Surely, a man like yourself, should be able to find a young lady out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just saying.  Your mother and I really love you and want what’s best for you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I understand. Remember to call your mother?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR WOLFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[SENATOR WOLFE exits… NATHAN walks across stage]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [JACOB enters]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hey Nathan, that was an interesting speech your father gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So… are you going to dance tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh… um… no… I don’t think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, c’mon…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not like, well, you know, I just don’t dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we could do some modern art then… you stand in one place.  And I dance around you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well… thanks… but ummm… um no… I think I’m just gonna take it easy tonight… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, no one out here interests you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [SARA enters] &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song #2: Youth… I’m Gonna Use It&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on ladies&lt;br /&gt;Come on men&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the main attraction&lt;br /&gt;Can I hear an Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A--- Men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of style&lt;br /&gt;And I’m built for sex&lt;br /&gt;So impress me now&lt;br /&gt;Ok, move those pecs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth&lt;br /&gt;I have it&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna use it&lt;br /&gt;Youth&lt;br /&gt;I have it&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna use it&lt;br /&gt;Youth&lt;br /&gt;I have it&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna use it&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I’m gonna&lt;br /&gt;Use it on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I’m gonna&lt;br /&gt;Use it on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on impress me&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m feelin’ sexy&lt;br /&gt;I’m a holy roller&lt;br /&gt;I’m a swingin’ sex bomb&lt;br /&gt;And with those eyes&lt;br /&gt;Just you try to undress me&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m gonna use thee&lt;br /&gt;With great aplomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a slit&lt;br /&gt;Right along this thigh&lt;br /&gt;And I have a slit&lt;br /&gt;Right between these thighs&lt;br /&gt;I have slits&lt;br /&gt;Right within these eyes&lt;br /&gt;For yeah, babes,&lt;br /&gt;I’m a bit feline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth&lt;br /&gt;She has it&lt;br /&gt;She’s gonna use it&lt;br /&gt;Youth&lt;br /&gt;She has it&lt;br /&gt;She’s gonna use it&lt;br /&gt;Youth&lt;br /&gt;She’s has it&lt;br /&gt;She’s gonna use it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I’m gonna&lt;br /&gt;Use it on you.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I’m gonna&lt;br /&gt;Use it on you&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I’m gonna&lt;br /&gt;Use it on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start your swingin’&lt;br /&gt;Start your singin’, babies&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna impress &lt;br /&gt;This sexy lady&lt;br /&gt;You better bring it&lt;br /&gt;You better swing it, baby&lt;br /&gt;For only the best, &lt;br /&gt;Will ever wet me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, open up that chest&lt;br /&gt;And, yeah, pound a bit of your breast&lt;br /&gt;For if you wanna be my everyday Tarzan&lt;br /&gt;Then you better go where only Mars can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now, show me all of your moves&lt;br /&gt;And, now, show me all of those steps&lt;br /&gt;For my view, is that I’m only the best&lt;br /&gt;And if you’re not... these just ain’t your breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth&lt;br /&gt;She has it&lt;br /&gt;She’s gonna use it&lt;br /&gt;Youth&lt;br /&gt;She has it&lt;br /&gt;She’s gonna use it&lt;br /&gt;Youth&lt;br /&gt;She has it&lt;br /&gt;She’s gonna use it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I’m gonna&lt;br /&gt;Use it on you&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I’m gonna&lt;br /&gt;Use it on you&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I’m gonna &lt;br /&gt;Use it on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I’m a lady&lt;br /&gt;So you call me crazy&lt;br /&gt;Because y’ can’t explain &lt;br /&gt;Passion in a lady&lt;br /&gt;And I am&lt;br /&gt;One passionate soul&lt;br /&gt;And tonight, boys,&lt;br /&gt;I want your egg rolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I have&lt;br /&gt;A certain aesthetic&lt;br /&gt;I want him &lt;br /&gt;To be strong, athletic&lt;br /&gt;And, sometimes &lt;br /&gt;I want him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sees NATHAN]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you have this&lt;br /&gt;You might just get this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna impress me&lt;br /&gt;So if&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna to possess me&lt;br /&gt;So if&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna arrest me&lt;br /&gt;Well, sinners,&lt;br /&gt;There’s that test to wet me&lt;br /&gt;And I’m gonna&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’m gonna arrest thee&lt;br /&gt;And I’m gonna&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’ve already impressed thee&lt;br /&gt;So I’m gonna&lt;br /&gt;So I’m gonna possess thee&lt;br /&gt;If I wanna &lt;br /&gt;Or you’re in the trash heap &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bring it&lt;br /&gt;C’mon bring it, babies&lt;br /&gt;For I be... a sexy lady&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna, wanna man to please me&lt;br /&gt;So your moves, well they better seize me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now, don’t give me no prance&lt;br /&gt;For I want.... a special kind of dance&lt;br /&gt;For I have youth, and I’m gonna use it&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna move it, like a fire to music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARA      ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth     Youth&lt;br /&gt;I have it     She has it&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna use it   She’s gonna use it&lt;br /&gt;Youth     Youth&lt;br /&gt;I have it     She has it&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna use it   She’s gonna use it&lt;br /&gt;Youth     Youth&lt;br /&gt;I have it     She has it&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna use it   She’s gonna use it&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I’m gonna   Tonight, she’s gonna&lt;br /&gt;Use it on you.    Use it on you.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I’m gonna   Tonight, she’s gonna&lt;br /&gt;Use it on you    Use it on you&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I’m gonna   Tonight, she’s gonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use it on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [NATHAN has walked off alone to the side]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oy… so many beautiful women?&lt;br /&gt;But none of them interested in me&lt;br /&gt;What am I to do, God?&lt;br /&gt;What am I to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song #3 Alone Like The Lone Wolf&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I’m alone&lt;br /&gt;While everyone is at the party&lt;br /&gt;Alone is my own home&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell my dad I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just not meant&lt;br /&gt;For this party atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I want true love&lt;br /&gt;But must it come from lots of beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call to the moon&lt;br /&gt;And ask him where is my true love?&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I am so lonely&lt;br /&gt;God, do I ask you too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want somebody&lt;br /&gt;Someone special I can hold&lt;br /&gt;God, please find this one&lt;br /&gt;Before my passion has gone cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I’m alone &lt;br /&gt;Like the lone wolf&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I roam&lt;br /&gt;It’s my own truth&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I howl&lt;br /&gt;At the sight of the moon&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness surrounds&lt;br /&gt;The sound of my own tune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I&lt;br /&gt;Oh what have I become?&lt;br /&gt;Am I just a martyr&lt;br /&gt;Of my own romantic kingdom?&lt;br /&gt;I just need a body&lt;br /&gt;Someone special I can hold&lt;br /&gt;Lookin’ for that one&lt;br /&gt;Let my destiny unfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talkin’ in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Always talkin’ in this mind&lt;br /&gt;Imagining that one&lt;br /&gt;One that’s out for me to find&lt;br /&gt;I think I can see her&lt;br /&gt;She is perfect, she is fair&lt;br /&gt;With that curvaceous body&lt;br /&gt;And some soft and comfy, hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there is destiny&lt;br /&gt;It’s me and it is she&lt;br /&gt;Locked in a union&lt;br /&gt;We fit so perfectly&lt;br /&gt;I want this dream&lt;br /&gt;The dream that comes from every movie&lt;br /&gt;Me with a woman&lt;br /&gt;Together, perfect union&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead I sit here&lt;br /&gt;Covering my tears&lt;br /&gt;With a famous dad&lt;br /&gt;And a momma so austere&lt;br /&gt;They don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;What it’s like to be a man&lt;br /&gt;Who has a dream&lt;br /&gt;But doesn’t stand a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always, I’m alone&lt;br /&gt;Like the lone wolf&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I roam&lt;br /&gt;It’s my own truth&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I howl&lt;br /&gt;At the sight of the moon&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness surrounds the sound&lt;br /&gt;Of my own tune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so tonight I’ll sit&lt;br /&gt;I’ll sit alone and dream&lt;br /&gt;Of that dreamy woman&lt;br /&gt;With kiss by movie screen&lt;br /&gt;We’ll have three children&lt;br /&gt;We’ll have a perfect life&lt;br /&gt;We’ll be the perfect couple&lt;br /&gt;Just me and perfect wife…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what are you doing out here by yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh… ummm… I was just taking a break from the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, really, do you mind if I have a seat then? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh… Nathan… What’s yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Sara… what books do you like to read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well… my favorites are Madame Bovary, A Handful of Dust… other chick lit… you know, sometimes vampire books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I think it’s good to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why haven’t you complimented me yet? Don’t you like me? Don’t you find me attractive?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course I do…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, it’s kind of cold out here, and you’re sitting way over there… you haven’t even touched me… yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh… [approaches Sara] is this good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not good.  But it’s better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm… how about now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you’re going to call me, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh… yeah, that sounds like a good idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intimate, your place, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be waiting… &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; [SARA kisses NATHAN on the cheek]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impatiently…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[SARA exits]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, God!  Thank you, God!  Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NATHAN gets up and walks briskly back to the main stage]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like her&lt;br /&gt;I like her a lot&lt;br /&gt;The moment I saw her&lt;br /&gt;Something hit me in that spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[With “In that spot” NATHAN’s hands first go for his groin, but then he remembers to place them near his heart]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her &lt;br /&gt;I know she’s the one&lt;br /&gt;The way that she just moved me&lt;br /&gt;It was as though I felt the…&lt;br /&gt;Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NATHAN walks back to main floor]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so you’ve decided to dance after all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No… I have just fallen in love…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh… really… who’s the lucky… one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Sara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to call her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that’s what people do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit.  I didn’t get her number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate me&lt;br /&gt;I hate me a lot&lt;br /&gt;Every time I think of me&lt;br /&gt;I want to shoot me on the spot&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait… wait… was it that girl that followed you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that’s her!  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you could check your pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s her number!  Oh… Isn’t she smart!  I’ll talk to you later, Jake!  Enjoy the rest of the dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [NATHAN exits]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake, you need to get over him… this isn’t like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s in love… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s a repressed, ewok, who’s in love with sentimental movies…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh c’mon noq, don’t you think everyone wants to, has the right to, be in love like that, at least once? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, he’s a 20 something with the emotional maturity of a 12 year old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, he’s a butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Jake, you’re the butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I’m no butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, what are you then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[singing] I’m a Jaywalker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[singing] I’m a Jaywalker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t get it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[singing] I’m a Jaywalker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, tell us then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song #4 Jaywalker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I’m a Jaywalker&lt;br /&gt;Heavyweight talker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a Jaywalker &lt;br /&gt;Featherweight walker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a Jaywalker&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful stalker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For when times are impossibly hard…&lt;br /&gt;There’s just some laws you have to&lt;br /&gt;(mmm) (mmm)&lt;br /&gt;Disregard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty boy came out in front of my yard&lt;br /&gt;He said he heard I was a bit of a bard&lt;br /&gt;I replied my boy that’s what I am&lt;br /&gt;I’ve written songs for both the ladies and men&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He said well sir I have a big issue&lt;br /&gt;And I’m not sure what else there is I can do&lt;br /&gt;For my times are impossibly hard&lt;br /&gt;And because of that I’m really quite scarred&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I said my boy there is no need for tears&lt;br /&gt;Have a beer my solution is near&lt;br /&gt;For whenever times are ever so hard&lt;br /&gt;There’s just some laws one has to disregard&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Just be &lt;br /&gt;Jaywalking &lt;br /&gt;No need for talking&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Just be &lt;br /&gt;Jaywalking&lt;br /&gt;Not crying or squawking&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Just be &lt;br /&gt;Jaywalking&lt;br /&gt;And good times you’ll be hawking&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For when times are impossibly hard&lt;br /&gt;There’s just some laws you have to&lt;br /&gt;(mmm) (mmm)&lt;br /&gt;Disregard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was confused&lt;br /&gt;Mistreated and used&lt;br /&gt;A hard-knock life&lt;br /&gt;In the pants of that youth&lt;br /&gt;His reality was&lt;br /&gt;As hard as it long&lt;br /&gt;I said “hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Can I see what is wrong?”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That pretty boy&lt;br /&gt;Whose life was so hard&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed his hand&lt;br /&gt;To make it so less hard&lt;br /&gt;We all need a lift&lt;br /&gt;Now and often&lt;br /&gt;God’s gift to men&lt;br /&gt;Amen. Amen.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And so that night &lt;br /&gt;We both broke the law&lt;br /&gt;A few careful steps&lt;br /&gt;Until our weapons were drawn&lt;br /&gt;Peace and love&lt;br /&gt;Are the holiest laws&lt;br /&gt;The doors open&lt;br /&gt;Until Wow! it’s less hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause we were&lt;br /&gt;Jaywalking&lt;br /&gt;Up the walls he was clawing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were &lt;br /&gt;Jaywalking&lt;br /&gt;Until the neighbors were talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were &lt;br /&gt;Jaywalking&lt;br /&gt;Every night until morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For when times are impossibly hard&lt;br /&gt;There’s just some laws one has to&lt;br /&gt;(mmm) (mmm)&lt;br /&gt;Disregard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s my life&lt;br /&gt;It is free from strife&lt;br /&gt;A criminal&lt;br /&gt;In these pants&lt;br /&gt;It’s alright&lt;br /&gt;It stands strong&lt;br /&gt;It stands upright&lt;br /&gt;It stands for love&lt;br /&gt;Both day and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don’t be cruel&lt;br /&gt;With your words and your laws&lt;br /&gt;God gave me grace&lt;br /&gt;If you knew you’d applaud&lt;br /&gt;For my mission&lt;br /&gt;Is not a selfish cause&lt;br /&gt;There’s always two&lt;br /&gt;With the applause in “awws” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so let’s all say Amen Amen&lt;br /&gt;To a scene a la men a men&lt;br /&gt;For if one never crosses that street&lt;br /&gt;A hard knock life is the curse he will keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many of us think we have these flaws&lt;br /&gt;Unaware of God’s beautiful cause&lt;br /&gt;Boxed in these stupid human cupid laws&lt;br /&gt;I say cross the street, don’t keep it too hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a soul has a sexual part&lt;br /&gt;To have sex is a part of God’s art&lt;br /&gt;And to deny it is to tear one apart&lt;br /&gt;And that’s why I be a work of art &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see my nature, you see my style&lt;br /&gt;You heard my song, I hope it makes you smile&lt;br /&gt;And if you dare ever cross my street&lt;br /&gt;I promise you my smile you’ll meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I’m a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaywalker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavyweight talker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaywalker &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featherweight walker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaywalker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Stalker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For when times are impossibly hard&lt;br /&gt;Oh when times are impossibly hard&lt;br /&gt;I say when times are impossibly hard&lt;br /&gt;There’s just some laws you have to…&lt;br /&gt;(mmm..) (mmm…) &lt;br /&gt;Disregard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s a Jaywalker&lt;br /&gt;Just moving along&lt;br /&gt;Just walking to the beat&lt;br /&gt;Of his own true song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s a Jaywalker&lt;br /&gt;Just moving along&lt;br /&gt;Just walking to the beat&lt;br /&gt;Of his own true song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s a Jaywalker&lt;br /&gt;Just moving along&lt;br /&gt;Just walking to the beat&lt;br /&gt;Of his own true song…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [JACOB exits] [Change of Scene]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[At Nathan’s condominium.  Nathan and Sarah are sitting.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So… Sarah… umm… what books do you like to read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit, I already asked that.  Sorry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your favorite hobbies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like talking about what people are interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. So… what are you interested in at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my dad’s reelection campaign is really picking up, and the cuttlefish have really been displaying a lot of…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan, I am in this room with you, alone… and you’re interested in cuttlefish? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, of course not!  I’m interested in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then show me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you said you liked vampires, which one is your favorite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you really the dumbest man alive?  Are you looking at me?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re not interested in something a little more… immediate… then vampires… I’m going to just assume you’re gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh….ok…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song #5 I Don’t Wanna Be Rude&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I like your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like your shoes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I’m really impressed&lt;br /&gt;Is by your choice of dress&lt;br /&gt;And how it’s a little see through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you’re singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yeah, I like your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the makeup that you use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[glares]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, how you’ve managed to harness&lt;br /&gt;The very best of your chest&lt;br /&gt;For a guy like me to view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So will you understand&lt;br /&gt;If I ask of you&lt;br /&gt;Something a bit taboo&lt;br /&gt;Because I just met you&lt;br /&gt;But you’re such a wonderful view…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don’t want to be rude&lt;br /&gt;But I think you’re cute&lt;br /&gt;So can I sing you nude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to be rude&lt;br /&gt;But I think you’re cute&lt;br /&gt;So can I sing you nude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohhh… Keep singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the clothes you wear&lt;br /&gt;I like your underwear&lt;br /&gt;For inside there are “oohs” and “ahs”&lt;br /&gt;When you show that bra&lt;br /&gt;You know that’s a little unfair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much  better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the way you smile&lt;br /&gt;And that way you laugh&lt;br /&gt;But could I see what’s below&lt;br /&gt;Would you dare to show&lt;br /&gt;God’s marvelous craft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see your legs&lt;br /&gt;You know that something begs&lt;br /&gt;To see “what’s up”?&lt;br /&gt;Like I’m saying hello&lt;br /&gt;Except it’s down below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(laughs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I touch your arms&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I’m out on a farm&lt;br /&gt;Being milked by cows&lt;br /&gt;Well, that doesn’t work&lt;br /&gt;But you give me quirks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(laughs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can you hear me say&lt;br /&gt;How much I want you today&lt;br /&gt;Could you give them the slip&lt;br /&gt;And do a little dip&lt;br /&gt;So I can see you that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause’ I don’t want to be rude&lt;br /&gt;But I think you’re cute&lt;br /&gt;So can I sing you nude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooo! Oooo! Oooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don’t want to be rude&lt;br /&gt;But I think you’re cute&lt;br /&gt;So can I sing you nude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I’d like to see&lt;br /&gt;All you have beneath&lt;br /&gt;Just the valleys and hills&lt;br /&gt;Which like viagra pills&lt;br /&gt;Are now an uplifting treat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No… that was just a metaphor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean… really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NATHAN covers up]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, please excuse&lt;br /&gt;But you’re a mighty fine view&lt;br /&gt;And I’m just a dude&lt;br /&gt;Just a singing dude&lt;br /&gt;Who really likes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So could you take it off&lt;br /&gt;And let this poor boy scoff&lt;br /&gt;At the utility of clothes&lt;br /&gt;For every boy does know&lt;br /&gt;How they’re much better off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don’t wanna be rude&lt;br /&gt;But I think you’re cute&lt;br /&gt;So can I sing you nude?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don’t wanna be rude&lt;br /&gt;But I think you’re cute&lt;br /&gt;So can I sing you nude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooooooo… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan… you just met me, and you ask me to strip?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh… fuck… I’m so sorry, Sara.  That was so inappropriate.  I really, really apologize.  I’ve never done anything like that before.  I’m really not like that… I swear…  I’m really, truly sorry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan, you’re really cute and all.  But I think you could step it up a notch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it’s nice to be admired.  But I want something a bit more. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song #6 I Want So Much To Touch You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to touch you&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to make you smile&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to feel you, feel you&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to feel your spine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to taste you&lt;br /&gt;To lick that tongue inside your mouth&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to taste you, taste you&lt;br /&gt;And free that tongue that once was chaste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to smell you&lt;br /&gt;To smell that scent of inner sense&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to smell you, smell you&lt;br /&gt;And smell the cream that’s pleasure sent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to hear you&lt;br /&gt;To hear you roar from every pore&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to hear you, hear you&lt;br /&gt;Until you learn what that body’s for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll touch your all five senses&lt;br /&gt;Until it drives you senseless… senseless…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll touch your all five senses&lt;br /&gt;It’ll be relentless… relentless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to touch you &lt;br /&gt;I want so much to make you smile&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to feel you, feel you&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to make you mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to explore you&lt;br /&gt;Search every crevice, tour every pore&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to explore you, tour you&lt;br /&gt;Explore that valley until you roar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to hear you&lt;br /&gt;To stir you up until you purr&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to hear you, hear you&lt;br /&gt;Until both our minds are just a blur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to taste you&lt;br /&gt;From that source that brings your waste&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to taste you... taste you&lt;br /&gt;With this tongue that once was chaste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve touched my all five senses &lt;br /&gt;And it drives me senseless... senseless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve touched my all five senses&lt;br /&gt;And it’s just relentless... relentless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve gone past all defenses&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m just defenseless... defenseless!&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a horny feeling&lt;br /&gt;And well it’s just relentless... relentless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARA        &amp;    NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to touch you  &lt;br /&gt;I want so much to make you smile&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to feel you, feel you&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to make you mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to hear you  &lt;br /&gt;I want so much to hear your roar  &lt;br /&gt;       (Hear your purr)&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to hear you, hear you&lt;br /&gt;As I come    &lt;br /&gt;        (warm down your fur)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to feel you&lt;br /&gt;To seal the deal and steal your heart&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to feel you... feel you...&lt;br /&gt;I want to peel your v apart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the want that haunts me&lt;br /&gt;That’s haunts my nerves &lt;br /&gt;And feels your curves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the want that haunts me&lt;br /&gt;That rips me inside&lt;br /&gt;And begs for more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the want that haunts me&lt;br /&gt;That haunts my mind&lt;br /&gt;And my insides &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes this want will haunt you&lt;br /&gt;Despite all you have&lt;br /&gt;It’s you me you want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Suggestion they are going to have sex}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene changes] [Back at the Zoo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Good morning, Nathan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hi, Jake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you brought a visitor, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, this is Sara.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh is this the girl you’re in love with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re Sara, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know Nate’s the son of Senator Wolfe?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Jake… What do you think… do you think our little Nate’s in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think love’s an inner energy that only that person can truly know.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? Have you ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. That’s a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the only thing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right [sarcastic]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the only thing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the only thing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell it how it is…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the only thing&lt;br /&gt;That turns me on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song #7 Love is the Only Thing… That turns me On&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Love is the only thing &lt;br /&gt;That turns me on&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds kind of strange&lt;br /&gt;But it’s the road I’m on&lt;br /&gt;Some may say my way&lt;br /&gt;Is once upon upon&lt;br /&gt;But love is the only thing&lt;br /&gt;That really turns me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, a well place slit&lt;br /&gt;Can make my heartbeat tick&lt;br /&gt;And a guy like me enjoys &lt;br /&gt;A little tongue and spit&lt;br /&gt;But beauty better come with some smarts and wit&lt;br /&gt;Or else my manly bone will moan&lt;br /&gt;Nope, Not it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, indeed, a man like me enjoys a graceful body&lt;br /&gt;David and ballet are two of my favorite hobbies&lt;br /&gt;But my soul needs more than just these skin deep hotties&lt;br /&gt;It craves that strong emotion that can shake a body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For, yes, sweet attraction causes me reaction&lt;br /&gt;The sort of reaction that puts a heart in action&lt;br /&gt;But I’m telling you here that it’s not attraction&lt;br /&gt;That has overcome my soul with the greatest traction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those butts, boobs and woodies&lt;br /&gt;May have some allure&lt;br /&gt;But they’re not the human features&lt;br /&gt;That can rock my core&lt;br /&gt;They cannot understand&lt;br /&gt;With both a woman and man&lt;br /&gt;But my reality is real&lt;br /&gt;So probably God--- He can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the only thing&lt;br /&gt;That turns me on&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds kind of strange&lt;br /&gt;But it s the road I’m on&lt;br /&gt;Soe may say my way is once upon upon&lt;br /&gt;But to me it is the road&lt;br /&gt;That God has put me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, you know most men&lt;br /&gt;Have these one through tens&lt;br /&gt;Saying she’s a Four&lt;br /&gt;And over there a Seven&lt;br /&gt;And so they go about like Pavlov’s dogs&lt;br /&gt;While Hollywood equips them with their manly logs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet most look me down&lt;br /&gt;When I see all around&lt;br /&gt;Beauty, beauty, beauty, how it dances, abounds?&lt;br /&gt;Wrap yourself in chains&lt;br /&gt;And they’ll give you a crown&lt;br /&gt;Because they are afraid&lt;br /&gt;Of beauty’s muted sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know this is no time&lt;br /&gt;For me to pout and frown&lt;br /&gt;I am one lucky man&lt;br /&gt;In either suit or gown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh… that’s right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this my friend&lt;br /&gt;I tell you&lt;br /&gt;Is the true low-down&lt;br /&gt;That love is the only thing&lt;br /&gt;That really turns me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love (music) (dance)&lt;br /&gt;Love (music) (dance)&lt;br /&gt;Love (music) (dance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the only thing &lt;br /&gt;That really turns me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, a pretty face&lt;br /&gt;Can make my heart beat race&lt;br /&gt;And sure a little touch&lt;br /&gt;Can make my pants dance (uh)&lt;br /&gt;And cleavage is a privilege&lt;br /&gt;That is such a rush&lt;br /&gt;But in the end it all doesn’t matter much…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For when I see a man who is handsome and tan&lt;br /&gt;I may feel a little tweak in my libido plan&lt;br /&gt;And when I see a woman who is hot and movin’&lt;br /&gt;My face may burn hot while these pants start cooin’&lt;br /&gt;But these feelins don’t contain my identity&lt;br /&gt;I’m probably not the one for either he or she&lt;br /&gt;If they don’t produce that inner, inner energy&lt;br /&gt;I’m better off jackin’ off to MTV &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michaelangelo had his David&lt;br /&gt;And Homer Achilles&lt;br /&gt;Proust and Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;Were genius embodied&lt;br /&gt;And Shakespeare, if you read him&lt;br /&gt;You would think he were queer&lt;br /&gt;And yet the modern world&lt;br /&gt;Wants to destroy what is dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For we all have this &lt;br /&gt;Curiosity&lt;br /&gt;And some try to hide it &lt;br /&gt;With insecurities&lt;br /&gt;But everybody has &lt;br /&gt;That necessity&lt;br /&gt;That strong emotion&lt;br /&gt;That can shake a body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though I might be different&lt;br /&gt;May not have your range&lt;br /&gt;Still, that sweet emotion&lt;br /&gt;Rocks me the same&lt;br /&gt;My scope is in the hope&lt;br /&gt;Of every woman and man&lt;br /&gt;It seeks that strong emotion&lt;br /&gt;That no body can stand&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love is the only thing that turns me on&lt;br /&gt;Love is the only thing that turns me on&lt;br /&gt;Love is the only thing that turns me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns me on&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love is the only thing&lt;br /&gt;That turns me on&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds kind of strange&lt;br /&gt;But it’s the road I’m on&lt;br /&gt;Some may say my way&lt;br /&gt;Is once upon upon&lt;br /&gt;But love is the one emotion&lt;br /&gt;It’s the road I’m on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t care about when I get old&lt;br /&gt;Some love for this reason, or so I am told&lt;br /&gt;I love because it puts my whole body in motion&lt;br /&gt;It chills my brain and skin-- causes sweet emotion&lt;br /&gt;So never be afraid to love a man&lt;br /&gt;Never be afraid to love a strong woman&lt;br /&gt;Never be afraid to love who you love&lt;br /&gt;For life is pain and hardship--- answered in this love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though a sexy strip&lt;br /&gt;May make me go drip, drip&lt;br /&gt;And though some lingerie&lt;br /&gt;Suggests a beautiful trip &lt;br /&gt;Let me leave you &lt;br /&gt;With this one hard earned tip&lt;br /&gt;If you want to live in life&lt;br /&gt;Just be lookin’ for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because a pretty face&lt;br /&gt;Can make a heartbeat race&lt;br /&gt;But it’s only that emotion&lt;br /&gt;That can make me chase&lt;br /&gt;I cannot quite explain how it comes about&lt;br /&gt;All I know is this&lt;br /&gt;It’s what it’s all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though some might answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C’mon, C’mon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unwilling to listen&lt;br /&gt;To this road I’m on&lt;br /&gt;I tell them there’s no choice&lt;br /&gt;That this is my voice&lt;br /&gt;God gave us all a choice&lt;br /&gt;To speak in love’s one voice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the only thing&lt;br /&gt;It’s what we’re all about&lt;br /&gt;Love is the only thing&lt;br /&gt;It’s what we need to feel&lt;br /&gt;Love Is the only thing&lt;br /&gt;So if you feel it, come out&lt;br /&gt;Because to deny it&lt;br /&gt;Is to be without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that was delightful Jake!  Utterly absurd!  But delightful.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know.  Some truths just aren’t that easy.  If you would all excuse me, I have some cages to clean.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [JACOB exits]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara, I feel exactly as he feels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be stupid.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really… I think my attraction to you is so much greater… because well… because I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re just naïve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No… you’re wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me Nathan, you’re not in love.  Life is cruel and hard, and the only thing that’s kept you this way is too many Disney movies and a rich and privileged lifestyle.  You’re just… you’re just…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara, You don’t understand… I know there are troubles.  I know that at this moment little kids in Haiti are eating cookies of mud because they can’ afford anything else… I’m aware of the struggles of homeless people because I serve them food at the soup kitchen, I’m aware of how the earth suffers because of human greed, why else do you think I work here at the zoo… but how I feel for you right now, it’s so much greater than that… it’s beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan, you know, but you haven’t experienced.  Trust me. You just don’t know. Anything.  Not anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song #8 You Can Count on Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara, I’m aware there are troubles&lt;br /&gt;I’m aware there is pain&lt;br /&gt;But I’m here if there doubled&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause my love will remain&lt;br /&gt;No matter the amount&lt;br /&gt;Or ever how it came&lt;br /&gt;There’s never cause for doubt&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you can count on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know my story&lt;br /&gt;Ok, you know it well&lt;br /&gt;I’m a spoiled boy &lt;br /&gt;Gifts by a father’s pen&lt;br /&gt;And you could go on and on&lt;br /&gt;Tellin’ me how you were then&lt;br /&gt;But why bother with that&lt;br /&gt;When you can count on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you’ve been wrongfully tried&lt;br /&gt;Or thought of suicide&lt;br /&gt;Or, perhaps, you’ve been abused&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I know that I’ve been used&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t really care&lt;br /&gt;About any pain you may share&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause when I’m next to you&lt;br /&gt;My world’s a brighter hue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now trust in me&lt;br /&gt;I will make things right&lt;br /&gt;For I’m in love with you&lt;br /&gt;And I intend to hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;For this love I have&lt;br /&gt;It’s so easy to see&lt;br /&gt;That it’s only you that counts&lt;br /&gt;And you can count on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you can count on me&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you can count on me&lt;br /&gt;Through these urban jungles &lt;br /&gt;Or the seven seas&lt;br /&gt;You can count on me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you can count on me&lt;br /&gt;It’s only you that counts&lt;br /&gt;And you can count on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I ain’t no angel&lt;br /&gt;I have done some wrongs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of doubt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not a stranger&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you see by this song?&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause my love for you&lt;br /&gt;Makes me as strong as I get&lt;br /&gt;And so may you never forget&lt;br /&gt;How you can count on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while the clocks are ticking&lt;br /&gt;And some thieves are hissing&lt;br /&gt;And the moon light’s shining&lt;br /&gt;While all hope is flicking&lt;br /&gt;It’s just up to us&lt;br /&gt;To keep on kissing&lt;br /&gt;Because when that count is full&lt;br /&gt;You can count on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, you may have problems&lt;br /&gt;You may have your flaws&lt;br /&gt;But you know, I have issues&lt;br /&gt;I don’t obey all laws&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you straight&lt;br /&gt;What you can see in me&lt;br /&gt;Is a man in love&lt;br /&gt;And you can count on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can count on me&lt;br /&gt;You can count on me&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, can’t you see&lt;br /&gt;That you can count on me&lt;br /&gt;Oh you can count on me&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you can count on me&lt;br /&gt;It’s only you that counts&lt;br /&gt;And you can count on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you question&lt;br /&gt;Will it last forever?&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve heard that love&lt;br /&gt;Is a brutal endeavor&lt;br /&gt;But my love for you&lt;br /&gt;Is beyond ingénue&lt;br /&gt;It’s these lives we share&lt;br /&gt;That bind it true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I’m just a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of a special team or&lt;br /&gt;I’m just a crazy man&lt;br /&gt;Who’s a victim of schemes&lt;br /&gt;But whatever this is&lt;br /&gt;If it’s just a fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;When I look at you&lt;br /&gt;My world’s a brigher hue  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me end &lt;br /&gt;By saying what’s on my mind&lt;br /&gt;This love for you&lt;br /&gt;Is always on my mind&lt;br /&gt;As the road is long&lt;br /&gt;And the road is tough&lt;br /&gt;But with you I’m strong&lt;br /&gt;And you can count on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you can count on me&lt;br /&gt;You can count on me&lt;br /&gt;Oh Sara can’t you see&lt;br /&gt;That you can count on me?&lt;br /&gt;Through this urban jungle &lt;br /&gt;Or the seven seas&lt;br /&gt;It’s only you that counts&lt;br /&gt;And you can count on me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yes.  You can count on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan, that was really… that was really… lovely… anyway, I have to go.  We’ll talk later, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENSEMBLE #5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Nate, what did you say her name was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s Sara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? I could almost swear that was Natasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was contracted to some housework for her husband a couple of months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh… I don’t know.  She has a face that’s pretty impossible to forget.  Just try to be careful, Nate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [ENSEMBLE #5 leaves]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No… that’s impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara, a Natasha.  Impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Song #9 MISS MANIPULATIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Off Stage or Edge of Stage, Simulating mind]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are y’ gonna give to Miss Manipulative?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are y’ gonna live without Miss Manipulative? (music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are y’ gonna miss her&lt;br /&gt;Like she wants you to, Mister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How y’ gonna live without Miss Manipulative? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else y’ gonna give to Miss Manipulative? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y’all go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How y’ gonna live without Miss Manipulative?&lt;br /&gt;Did she seduce y?&lt;br /&gt;Suck your dick and use y’?&lt;br /&gt;Or was it somethin’ more &lt;br /&gt;That she abused, huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her head on your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Did it make you feel bolder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when she held your hand&lt;br /&gt;Did you understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you, my boy&lt;br /&gt;Were just her latest toy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I bet&lt;br /&gt;You weren’t this coy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when she winked at you&lt;br /&gt;What else did you think, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That she was all lovey dovey&lt;br /&gt;Sure, when not screwin her hubby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when she looked in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Did you see those lies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or were they stuck on these&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps bare thighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don’t worry, friend&lt;br /&gt;We don’t criticize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know what it’s like&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a woman’s thighs&lt;br /&gt;So cheer up, boy&lt;br /&gt;All is not lost&lt;br /&gt;There are so many more&lt;br /&gt;To give you a rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No!  No!  I love her! This can’t be! [NATHAN dials his phone and storms off in pursuit of SARA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan, you seemed a little upset on the phone, you look upset.  What’s wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh… nothing is wrong. I mean… this is going to sound crazy… but I need to ask you a stupid question.  Are you married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just answer the question, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain.  I, he, I don’t really love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your name Natasha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No… you’re a liar. You’re a… you’re a bitch.  I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry, Nathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song #10: I HAD a KISS FOR THE MISS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a kiss for the Miss&lt;br /&gt;But there’s no kisses for the Mrs.&lt;br /&gt;Because though I know he’s not it&lt;br /&gt;That doesn’t make me it&lt;br /&gt;Just because the Mrs. Needs kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in no rush for the crush&lt;br /&gt;That has to be hush, hush&lt;br /&gt;Because though I know he’s not it&lt;br /&gt;That doesn’t make me it&lt;br /&gt;Just because the Mrs. Needs kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because though you told me of your love&lt;br /&gt;You hid “it” with your tongue [NATHAN “it” means ring]&lt;br /&gt;And though with him you may not get it&lt;br /&gt;With me you can forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a kiss for the Miss&lt;br /&gt;But there’s no kisses for the Mrs.&lt;br /&gt;Because though I know he’s not it&lt;br /&gt;That doesn’t make me it&lt;br /&gt;Just because the Mrs. Needs kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in no rush for the crush&lt;br /&gt;That has to be hush, hush&lt;br /&gt;Because though I know he’s not it&lt;br /&gt;That doesn’t make me it&lt;br /&gt;Just because the Mrs. Needs kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For when a Mrs. Needs her kisses&lt;br /&gt;There’s only one reply&lt;br /&gt;And that’s “oh no”&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, Oh no, Hell no”&lt;br /&gt;Because if you give that Mrs. Her kisses&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye to the world you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I had a kiss for the Miss&lt;br /&gt;But there’s no kisses for the Mrs.&lt;br /&gt;For how could I expect&lt;br /&gt;Just a little respect&lt;br /&gt;From a woman who said she loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I miss you Miss?&lt;br /&gt;Who happens to be a Mrs.&lt;br /&gt;Does a man miss a kiss&lt;br /&gt;That tastes like piss&lt;br /&gt;Does a man love a Mrs. sans kisses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot understand the Agony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot understand the Agony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot understand the Agony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN    NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a kiss for the miss&lt;br /&gt;But there’s no kisses for the Mrs.  [you &lt;br /&gt;Because though I know he’s not it [cannot &lt;br /&gt;That doesn’t make me it [understand&lt;br /&gt;Just because the Mrs. Needs kisses [the agony]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in no rush for the crush [You cannot&lt;br /&gt;That has to be hush, hush [understand the agony]&lt;br /&gt;Because though I know he’s not it [You cannot&lt;br /&gt;That doesn’t make me it [understand &lt;br /&gt;Just because the Mrs. Needs kisses [the agony]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you, my former “love”&lt;br /&gt;I hate you and your tongue&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you never get it&lt;br /&gt;For with me &lt;br /&gt;Bitch&lt;br /&gt;You can forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Stormy music--- a last ditch appeal--- and angry emotions on stage--- music ends--- he storms off--- she’s left crying on stage ENSEMBLE’s #2 and #4 approach her]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENSEMBLE #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s wrong, sweetie?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must me a man.  Look at her. Pouring out those love tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENSEMBLE #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t waste your tears on a man.  He’s never worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, love… that’s what he said.  Love…  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, good riddance then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all a pack of lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG #11 Love Is A Criminal Charge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;Is a criminal charge&lt;br /&gt;Every man is at large&lt;br /&gt;So take care of that heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;It will rip you apart&lt;br /&gt;So when every man is at large&lt;br /&gt;Take good care of that heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to be a victim?&lt;br /&gt;Then just go with him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will fill you with lies&lt;br /&gt;Until you’re filled to the brim…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you’re lying there…&lt;br /&gt;Only thinking of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s thinking of Bonnie or Ruth&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe even Tim…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So watch out, boys&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’ve had enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough! Enough! Enough!&lt;br /&gt;Of this love “snuff”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of love&lt;br /&gt;That which raises a prick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because trust me, loves&lt;br /&gt;Love is a cock of shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;Is a criminal charge&lt;br /&gt;Every man is at large&lt;br /&gt;So take care of that heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;It will rip you apart&lt;br /&gt;So when every man is at large&lt;br /&gt;Take good care of that heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENSEMBLE #2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once in love&lt;br /&gt;I was a beautiful dove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innocent,&lt;br /&gt;White as a winter glove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just him and me&lt;br /&gt;For all eternity &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how did I feel?&lt;br /&gt;Just like a movie reel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then he “came” one day&lt;br /&gt;All smiles and glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetly comforting me&lt;br /&gt;The sweet “nothings”, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I found a text&lt;br /&gt;From a friend named Suzanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next you know, I’m his ex&lt;br /&gt;Love’s not meant for a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATASHA and ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;Is a criminal charge&lt;br /&gt;Every man is at large&lt;br /&gt;So take care of that heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;It will rip you apart&lt;br /&gt;So when every man is at large&lt;br /&gt;Take good care of that heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENSEMBLE #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was young and foolish&lt;br /&gt;At the end of high school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a Romeo&lt;br /&gt;With the body of Zeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a boy&lt;br /&gt;He said “I love you, my joy”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Roy? Oh Roy? Oh Roy?&lt;br /&gt;What became of you, Roy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as the months passed&lt;br /&gt;As did the years…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times changed&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn’t careers…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For oh Roy, oh Roy,&lt;br /&gt;My first lover boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After five years, six months, and two days,&lt;br /&gt;He was no longer a boy&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; NATASHA and ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;Is a criminal charge&lt;br /&gt;Every man is at large&lt;br /&gt;So take care of that heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;It will rip you apart&lt;br /&gt;So when every man is at large&lt;br /&gt;Take good care of that heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, sisters, &lt;br /&gt;I had it worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And so I am cursed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to dance&lt;br /&gt;Lookin’ pretty and fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopin’ a special someone&lt;br /&gt;Might show me a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so one came&lt;br /&gt;And so one “came”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first boy to approach me&lt;br /&gt;I was young and insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he loved me&lt;br /&gt;He loved the way that I looked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we’re married&lt;br /&gt;So I’m still on his hook…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For ladies, ladies,&lt;br /&gt;Please listen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen! Listen!&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He might smell of money&lt;br /&gt;He might treat you with wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He might buy you flowers&lt;br /&gt;And say you are “mine”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He might use “love”&lt;br /&gt;He might abuse you with “love”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the name of love&lt;br /&gt;Love is a fuckin’ hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA and ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;Is a criminal charge&lt;br /&gt;Every man is at large&lt;br /&gt;So take care of that heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;It will rip you apart&lt;br /&gt;So when every man is at large&lt;br /&gt;Take good care of that heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[A full set of music without lyrics featuring lots of extremely sexy, but angry, dancing]&lt;br /&gt;(music) (music) (music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen them all&lt;br /&gt;Handsome and tall&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen them all&lt;br /&gt;Both the big and the small&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrap you in their arms&lt;br /&gt;Hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The screen fades to black&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause love happens at night!&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that’s right&lt;br /&gt;It’s time for love’s call&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up as the cock&lt;br /&gt;Hard as the cannonball&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuckoo cuckoo&lt;br /&gt;Love pours into you&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until his genetic code&lt;br /&gt;Points to, well, get a clue…&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the truth about love&lt;br /&gt;Listen close, my dears&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is love’s time is up&lt;br /&gt;When he doesn’t  get “it” up.&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s sad,&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, it’s true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the cock sings “Bonjour”&lt;br /&gt;So too the “Love Adieu”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENSEMBLE #2&lt;br /&gt;Love….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENSEMBLE #4&lt;br /&gt;Love….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;Love…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA &amp; ENSEMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[All together]&lt;br /&gt;Love!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;Is a criminal charge&lt;br /&gt;Every man is at large&lt;br /&gt;So take care of that heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;It will rip you apart&lt;br /&gt;So when every man is at large&lt;br /&gt;Take good care of that heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don’t be a sucker&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give into his shit&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be a sucker&lt;br /&gt;Love is a cock of shit&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENSEMBLE #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s his fantasy way&lt;br /&gt;Of whetting your clit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you think it’s more&lt;br /&gt;You’re as naïve as shit.&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, honey&lt;br /&gt;Wet with those words of honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you find it funny&lt;br /&gt;When he’s gone, you dummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For his prick, my dear,&lt;br /&gt;Has lost interest in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s mean&lt;br /&gt;But that’s the love adieu….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;[extremely fast paced]&lt;br /&gt;Love! Love!  Love!  Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love!  Love!  Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love!  Love!  Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love!  Love!  Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love!  Love!  Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! &lt;br /&gt;Love! Love!  Love!  Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love!&lt;br /&gt;Bulllshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[All together]&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be a victim?&lt;br /&gt;Then just go with him!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna get ripped up?&lt;br /&gt;Then just go with him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna lose your mind…&lt;br /&gt;Then just go with him!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because as you’re lying there&lt;br /&gt;Only thinking of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’ll be lying, lying, lying,&lt;br /&gt;Lying, Lying, Lying….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, to a man…&lt;br /&gt;Love is the penis’s whim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[a few sexy/angry dance moves--- Music Finishes]&lt;br /&gt;[Scene changes… Back at Zoo, Nathan runs into Jacob]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey what are you doing here so late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get away. Sara… I mean Natasha… whoever she is… she’s… she’s… married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that’s it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean that’s it! ...  I love her!  I mean… I loved her!  This… this is… terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re funny… trust me, you’ll get over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I won’t. I’ll never get over her.  I feel like all life has been sucked out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think is so funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan, c’mon, have you ever thought you were maybe a bit different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean like right now, or whenever you look at me, how you can’t hold my eyes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just… you’ll get over her.  Trust me, you’ll get over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I want to know what you meant right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax.  The whole zoo knows, and we love you anyway.  Especially me.  We all love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way.  That’s not true.  I’m in love with Sara… I mean Natasha… Fuck… Fuck…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan… my timing… well, it wasn’t ideal here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NATHAN runs off through the zoo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not possible… What does he mean how I can’t look at him.  Though I can’t look at him.  But I love Sara.  And I worked.  You know, I worked.  I worked, dammit!  I can’t be that way, because I worked.  I am not gay.  You know I’m not gay.  I can’t be gay, because I love her.  Fuck, I hate her fucking guts … And yet… oh fuck… what’s going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nathan collapses] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song #12 This Girl Is A Tiger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;          TIGER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ENSEMBLE #4 in Tiger Costume]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a stirring through the jungle&lt;br /&gt;In the setting urban zoo&lt;br /&gt;And though try deny it&lt;br /&gt;There’s that animal in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don’t try to fight it&lt;br /&gt;Because it’s coming now for you&lt;br /&gt;I’m a girl with ziggy stripes&lt;br /&gt;And these claws are meant for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl&lt;br /&gt;Is a tiger&lt;br /&gt;I am a pretty Asian girl&lt;br /&gt;With a &lt;br /&gt;Fire &lt;br /&gt;And if you look up&lt;br /&gt;Desire &lt;br /&gt;You’ll see this pretty Asian girl &lt;br /&gt;With a &lt;br /&gt;Fire! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;TIGER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you want me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know just how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come and get me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My might my night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just come and touch me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ll feel alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life was never the same&lt;br /&gt;Once you stuck your tricky dick into my space&lt;br /&gt;You had that warm smile for a pretty face&lt;br /&gt;And my pretty witty purr sent you through my space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what’s as good as doing what you should&lt;br /&gt;And this pretty tempting cat does give you wood&lt;br /&gt;So just think of me and you’ll want to be&lt;br /&gt;A grinning Cheshire cat whose inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wakka wakka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coochy oww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and get me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you want me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh come and get me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my meow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll show you how&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As this girl&lt;br /&gt;Is a Tiger&lt;br /&gt;I am a pretty Asian girl&lt;br /&gt;With a fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you look up&lt;br /&gt;Desire&lt;br /&gt;You’ll see a pretty Asian girl&lt;br /&gt;With a fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song #13 Hippopotamus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Hippos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ENSEMBLE #1 and 3 in hippo costume]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh watch out cat&lt;br /&gt;This boy is sick of thou&lt;br /&gt;He doesn’t need your porn&lt;br /&gt;Or those sick meows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he really needs&lt;br /&gt;Is his inner stuff&lt;br /&gt;That calls inside&lt;br /&gt;And calls for manly stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get hip&lt;br /&gt;Get hip hippo down&lt;br /&gt;Get hip&lt;br /&gt;Shake that booty round&lt;br /&gt;Get hip&lt;br /&gt;Let the beat take you down&lt;br /&gt;For there’s no one as hip&lt;br /&gt;Or likes to take a dip&lt;br /&gt;As much as we&lt;br /&gt;In hip hippo town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get hip&lt;br /&gt;Be purple proud&lt;br /&gt;Get hip&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be asking how&lt;br /&gt;Get hip&lt;br /&gt;Just be going to town&lt;br /&gt;For there’s no one as hip&lt;br /&gt;Or likes to take a dip&lt;br /&gt;As much as we&lt;br /&gt;In hip hippo town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should want to be&lt;br /&gt;A hip hippopotamus&lt;br /&gt;For how will you learn to dance&lt;br /&gt;This is a must!&lt;br /&gt;For we hippos dance off that booty floor&lt;br /&gt;We are happiest in him!&lt;br /&gt;That’s no folklore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just move your hips&lt;br /&gt;And do the hippo dip&lt;br /&gt;Meaning dip that butt to the floor!&lt;br /&gt;And then get it back up&lt;br /&gt;And shake it again&lt;br /&gt;And then dip it down low some more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For if you want to be hip&lt;br /&gt;In hip hippo town&lt;br /&gt;Then you have to learn how to dance&lt;br /&gt;This is a must!&lt;br /&gt;For the only rhyme&lt;br /&gt;In hip hippo time&lt;br /&gt;Is the splash of that booty’s sound&lt;br /&gt;So bring it down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get hip&lt;br /&gt;Get hip hippo down!&lt;br /&gt;Get hip&lt;br /&gt;Swing those hips around!&lt;br /&gt;Get hip&lt;br /&gt;Bring those buns low down!&lt;br /&gt;For there’s no one as hip&lt;br /&gt;Or likes to take a dip&lt;br /&gt;As much as we&lt;br /&gt;In hip hippo town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get hip&lt;br /&gt;Make the music proud!&lt;br /&gt;Get hip&lt;br /&gt;Shake that ass around!&lt;br /&gt;Get hip&lt;br /&gt;Shake it while you go down!&lt;br /&gt;For there’s no one as hip&lt;br /&gt;Or likes to take a dip&lt;br /&gt;As much as we&lt;br /&gt;In hip hippo town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you want to dance&lt;br /&gt;Give yourself half a chance&lt;br /&gt;And dance as a hippo knows&lt;br /&gt;For we hip hippo goes&lt;br /&gt;Like a song no one knows&lt;br /&gt;We are booties without control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you dance &lt;br /&gt;Upon the great dance floor&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be a stick in mud&lt;br /&gt;No... let it go!&lt;br /&gt;For the dance that’s in&lt;br /&gt;Is the dance within!&lt;br /&gt;Just shake that booty without control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And get hip&lt;br /&gt;Get hip hippo down&lt;br /&gt;Get hip&lt;br /&gt;Shake it all around!&lt;br /&gt;Get hip&lt;br /&gt;Make we hippos proud!&lt;br /&gt;For there’s no one as hip&lt;br /&gt;Or likes to take a dip&lt;br /&gt;As much as we&lt;br /&gt;In hip hippo town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song #14 Cuttlefish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ENSEMBLE #5 in Cuttlefish costume]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Nathan&lt;br /&gt;Poor Nathan&lt;br /&gt;You’re not a tiger&lt;br /&gt;Nor a hippo&lt;br /&gt;You know what you are…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're dancing on the ocean floor&lt;br /&gt;And you're wondering what your life is for&lt;br /&gt;There's one fish to grant your every wish&lt;br /&gt;Come up and cuddle with the cuttlefish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come up and cuddle with the cuttlefish&lt;br /&gt;I'm the fish to grant your every wish&lt;br /&gt;I'm the genie of the ocean floor&lt;br /&gt;Because to me you seem a tasty dish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if you're a girl or boy&lt;br /&gt;Purple proud or a busty coy&lt;br /&gt;I've got a place for both the lad and dame&lt;br /&gt;It's the palace of my pants domain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you’re the type of fish like to eat&lt;br /&gt;I'm the type of fish you'd want to meet&lt;br /&gt;Because a cuttlefish is awfully sweet&lt;br /&gt;And after dinner--- always my treat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come up and cuddle with the cuttlefish&lt;br /&gt;I'm the fish to grant your every wish&lt;br /&gt;I'm the genie of the ocean floor&lt;br /&gt;Because to me all seem a tasty dish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm swimming near the sea floor ground&lt;br /&gt;I like to think of a tiger growl&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm swimming through a plant life scene&lt;br /&gt;I like to think of hippos--- you know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I bet that you all never knew&lt;br /&gt;That my tastes can turn to every hue&lt;br /&gt;The beauty that I may see is no mirage&lt;br /&gt;Chromosomes are not a camouflage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For didn't I tell you I'm the sea's genie&lt;br /&gt;And that's because you all may never see&lt;br /&gt;That what I define as great beauty&lt;br /&gt;Lives in the form of both a he and she&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come up and cuddle with the cuttlefish&lt;br /&gt;I'm the fish to grant your every wish&lt;br /&gt;I'm the genie of the ocean floor&lt;br /&gt;Because to me all seem a tasty dish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come up and cuddle with the cuttlefish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIGER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Girl is a Tiger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUTTLEFISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come up and cuddle with the cuttlefish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIPPOPOTAMUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Hip Get Hippo Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIGER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a pretty Asian Girl with a Fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUTTLEFISH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come up and cuddle with the cuttlefish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIPPOPOTAMUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Hip Get Hippo Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Musically arrange it so all of them are singing together--- and they approach him as a combined nightmare singing team —as JACOB enters stage they depart]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Wake up… Wake up… you’re having a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake… Jake… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake, what the hell is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing wrong with you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m fucked up.  I don’t know who the hell I am.  I don’t have any clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax.  Relax.  I know who you are. You’re one of the kindest, most passionate, good people I know.  Everyone knows that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t… I just can’t… be like you… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song #15 You’re okay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could tell you how I feel&lt;br /&gt;If I could open up your brain&lt;br /&gt;If I could borrow a little sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And kiss away this pain...&lt;br /&gt;If I could tell you of your smile&lt;br /&gt;And how it makes me feel&lt;br /&gt;I would wipe this all away&lt;br /&gt;And would tell you you're ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could walk the path you follow&lt;br /&gt;If I could comprehend these stars&lt;br /&gt;If I could shine your light upon you&lt;br /&gt;And let it dissipate the rain...&lt;br /&gt;If I could tell you of your light&lt;br /&gt;And the brightness of your glow&lt;br /&gt;I would stay with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Because Nate, you're ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're ok. You're ok. Nate, you're ok.&lt;br /&gt;For all your pain and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you here today&lt;br /&gt;You're ok. You're ok. Nate, you're ok.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every time I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;You always make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm just a silly poet&lt;br /&gt;I have no room for lies&lt;br /&gt;And every time I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I see beauty in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Oh I know you have this sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Mine is written, in each note&lt;br /&gt;But for every tear we borrow&lt;br /&gt;It helps our spirits float&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the beauty of your smile&lt;br /&gt;For the beauty of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;For the beauty of those tears&lt;br /&gt;For that way you stare aside&lt;br /&gt;For all within your head&lt;br /&gt;For all the beauty in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You have to say I love you&lt;br /&gt;This should come as no surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're ok. You're ok. Nate, you're ok.&lt;br /&gt;You know I’ve always loved you&lt;br /&gt;Could always see it in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You're ok. You're ok. Nate, you're ok.&lt;br /&gt;This is why I truly love you&lt;br /&gt;For this rhythm in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pause]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad’s going kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh he’ll see… there’s nothing that can’t be fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thinking]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want to keep my penis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[They both laugh… They embrace… End Act 1]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-3893451955402382389?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/3893451955402382389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=3893451955402382389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/3893451955402382389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/3893451955402382389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/05/animals-musical-act-1.html' title='The Animals (a musical)--- Act 1'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-9123921506931579460</id><published>2010-05-04T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T21:32:46.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Animals" Cast &amp; Act 1 Plot Summary/ Song Listing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Animals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peyton Charles Ware&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bare Bones Cast (9):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathaniel Wolfe: Protagonist, Son of Senator, Shy, Sexually Confused&lt;br /&gt;Sara/ Natasha Fox: Sexy, Attracted to Nathaniel, Married, &lt;br /&gt;Jacob Wilde: Bi-sexual, Self-aware, Co-worker of Nathan's at Zoo&lt;br /&gt;Edward Wolfe:  United States Senator, Father to Nathan Wolfe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male Ensemble 1: Hippo 1, Assist on “Pope”, Backup on Group numbers  &lt;br /&gt;Male Ensemble 3: Cuttlefish, Backup on Group Numbers, &lt;br /&gt;Male Ensemble 5: Hippo 2, Conservative boy,  &lt;br /&gt;Female Ensemble 2: Assist on “Criminal Charge”, Backup on Group Numbers,&lt;br /&gt;Female Ensemble 4:  Assist on Criminal Charge, Backup on Group Numbers, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACT 1 Synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot opens with Senator Edward Wolfe giving a speech during the Zoo’s Annual Dance Party.  He is celebrating his son Nathaniel’s position at the Zoo and the Pope’s upcoming visit.   At the conclusion of his speech, the Zoo’s dance party begins--- &lt;strong&gt;“It’s Just the Manual to be the Animal”.  &lt;/strong&gt;Nathaniel seems out of place during the party.  He is invited by Jacob Wilde, a coworker, to dance but Nathan declines.    Sara makes her entrance... singing &lt;strong&gt;“Youth I have It”&lt;/strong&gt;, and seducing just about every guy on the stage (and audience).  Nathaniel, alone and pathetic, engages in a moment of self-pity: &lt;strong&gt;“Sometimes I’m Alone Like the Lone Wolf”&lt;/strong&gt;.  Sara takes an interest in Nathan and slips him her number.  He is overjoyed, but Jacob isn’t as happy.  Jacob sings &lt;strong&gt;“JayWalker”.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathaniel and Sara are together on an intimate date… She teases his ridiculous, conservative demeanor… in response he sings &lt;strong&gt;“I Don’t Wanna Be Rude, But I think you’re Cute”&lt;/strong&gt;…  She thinks this is rather cute, but raises the stakes with &lt;strong&gt;“I Want So much to Touch You”&lt;/strong&gt; which becomes a steamy duet…  Passionate Love Making ensues…  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the passionate evening, Nathaniel and Sara walk into Jacob Wilde.  He sings &lt;strong&gt;“Love is the Only Thing that Turns Me On&lt;/strong&gt;”…  As Jacob leaves, Nathaniel professes his love for Sara &lt;strong&gt;“You Can Count On Me”.  &lt;/strong&gt;Once she leaves, Nathan is informed that Sara is married and named Natasha: &lt;strong&gt;“Miss Manipulative”&lt;/strong&gt;.  Enraged, Nathaniel confronts Sara &lt;strong&gt;“I had a kiss for the Miss”&lt;/strong&gt; and leaves her abruptly.  The stage darkens and Sara sings about how love is a cock of shit in the stormy dance number &lt;strong&gt;“Love is a Criminal Charge”.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devastated, Nathaniel tries to find comfort at the Zoo where he finds Jacob.  Instead of comfort, he comes to the realization he’s gay.  Nathan freaks out…  He collapses in the zoo… and in a bizarre dream state reminiscent of a twisted Alice in Wonderland, dancing zoo animals start to hit on him… a sexy Tigress &lt;strong&gt;“This girl is a tiger”&lt;/strong&gt;,  two gay hippos &lt;strong&gt;“Get Hippo Down&lt;/strong&gt;”, and a bi-sexual Cuttlefish &lt;strong&gt;“Cuddle with the Cuttlefish&lt;/strong&gt;”… (yes… this is meant to be rather comedic).   At the point of breakdown, Jacob finally finds Nathaniel and comforts him, revealing his love for the poor bloke. &lt;strong&gt;“You’re Okay”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Act 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act 1 Song Listing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The Manual to be the Animal--- Full Ensemble&lt;br /&gt;2) Youth I Have It, I’m Gonna Use It--- Sara&lt;br /&gt;3) Sometimes I’m Alone Like the Lone Wolf--- Nathan&lt;br /&gt;4) JayWalker---  Jacob&lt;br /&gt;5) I Don’t Wanna Be rude---   Nathan&lt;br /&gt;6) I Want So Much To Touch You--- Sara and Nathan&lt;br /&gt;7) Love is the Only Thing That Turns Me On--- Jacob&lt;br /&gt;8) You Can Count On Me--- Nathan&lt;br /&gt;9) Miss Manipulative--- Ensemble&lt;br /&gt;10) I Had a Kiss For the Miss--- Nathan and Sara&lt;br /&gt;11) Love Is a Criminal Charge--- Sara/Natasha  and Female Ensemble&lt;br /&gt;12) This Girl is a Tiger--- Female Ensemble 2&lt;br /&gt;13) Hip Hippo Down—Male Ensemble 1 and 3&lt;br /&gt;14) Cuddle with the Cuttlefish—Male Ensemble 5&lt;br /&gt;15) You’re okay--- Jacob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-9123921506931579460?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/9123921506931579460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=9123921506931579460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/9123921506931579460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/9123921506931579460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/05/animals-cast-act-1-plot-summary-song.html' title='&quot;The Animals&quot; Cast &amp; Act 1 Plot Summary/ Song Listing'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-6074032384251508206</id><published>2010-05-04T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T21:34:47.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Lil' Uno!!!</title><content type='html'>Everyone that knows me knows how much I love my sisters.  At least ten times a day, and almost always when I’m feeling down, I will say to myself “I love my sisters”, and will think of them, and this always cheers me right up.  It is a most valuable comfort to know that someone will always love you, no matter what, and I am truly grateful for my two wonderful sisters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What some of you might not know is that my baby sister, the lil’ uno, always calls me “Pedro”.  She calls me this because when I was in high school, my favorite baseball player was Pedro Martinez of the Boston Red Sox.  I watched almost every single Red Sox game that he played in, made sure that he was on all of my fantasy baseball teams, and cheered for him fanatically.  Of course, my sister, clearly sensing that I wanted to be Pedro Martinez, just started calling me “Pedro”… the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I show these photos of a T-Rex, I can assure you that it was not stolen from Pedro Martinez’s basement, or from the movie Napoleon Dynamite, or from my next door neighbor Chuck, who also happens to go by the name Pedro--- no, this is a piece of art, painted by my wonderful sister--- who I love to the infinite power (and beyond)… and who is one of the greatest human beings alive… and has a universe of warmth and love swirling out of her heart and into me and probably just about everyone she knows… and made this piece of art just for me…  I love you too, Lil’ Uno!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday and Cinco de Mayo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons I wanted to post Act 1 today was because my sister is extremely supportive… a few weeks ago she asked me--- What’s up with your musical??? And that reminded me to get back to work…  I love her very very very very very very much.  Anyone who has a person in their life like my baby sister should know how lucky they are…  Life is so much more precious with a person who says they love you, but extends the v... "I Lovvvvvvvvvvv U"  I love you, Lil' Uno!  -#1 Bro &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/S-Dqhvt4m9I/AAAAAAAAEzM/jV96mUOaPTs/s1600/100_4387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/S-Dqhvt4m9I/AAAAAAAAEzM/jV96mUOaPTs/s320/100_4387.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467627813093284818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/S-DrCv8eF8I/AAAAAAAAEzU/s8moQsvbYmI/s1600/100_4383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/S-DrCv8eF8I/AAAAAAAAEzU/s8moQsvbYmI/s320/100_4383.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467628380090144706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-6074032384251508206?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/6074032384251508206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=6074032384251508206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/6074032384251508206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/6074032384251508206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-lil-uno.html' title='Happy Birthday Lil&apos; Uno!!!'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/S-Dqhvt4m9I/AAAAAAAAEzM/jV96mUOaPTs/s72-c/100_4387.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-5120958732810713202</id><published>2010-04-30T17:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T18:09:25.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life As It Is</title><content type='html'>Hey all, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of posts in a while.  I would like it if I did better sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope to get a draft of Act 1 to you by next week (hopefully on my sister's birthday)--- because she always believes in me and I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really busy in terms of work (big thing going on where I work), anxiety(partially regarding writing the musical), and other stuff, but I'm constantly inspired by the preacher of the church I go to (I go to Foundry Methodist in DC)... it's a church that equates God with love and justice, which is beautiful.  Many thanks to my friends and people I love.  This clip is from "Man of La Mancha"; Miguel de Cervantes speaks about the sort of madness that I think we all should aspire to.  This is one of the most influential speeches in my life (and it's from a musical, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MhE7xY6r9pM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MhE7xY6r9pM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-5120958732810713202?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/5120958732810713202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=5120958732810713202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/5120958732810713202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/5120958732810713202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-as-it-is.html' title='Life As It Is'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-7755986212084500258</id><published>2010-02-14T09:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T09:36:44.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elope With Hope</title><content type='html'>Ok... so here's the epic finale to the musical... the first part is classic musical--- story-telling lyrics with a standard chorus... the second part is a more modern-like dance number "elopa-lopa-lopa-lopa with hope" with a small rap built in, and the finale is a thrilling anthem with a constant musical buildup as they sing "Elope With Hope".  Thank you, God.  Anyway, I can't expect you to hear it, but I think it's really, truly, good...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elope with Hope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news is playing with the radio on&lt;br /&gt;In New York a murder, maybe war in Iran&lt;br /&gt;My ex boyfriend is gay, and my husband is gone&lt;br /&gt;And I have no friends, except for you and your man&lt;br /&gt;But this ain’t no time for me to sing my swan&lt;br /&gt;For I’ve eloped with hope&lt;br /&gt;And we are gonna go far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I’ve eloped with hope&lt;br /&gt;And we are gonna go far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The record’s playing with an old time saying&lt;br /&gt;Just be living life or be decaying&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be waiting, when you could be changing&lt;br /&gt;Just be yourself, ain’t that the saying&lt;br /&gt;And this new found freedom has got me swaying&lt;br /&gt;To the musical beat &lt;br /&gt;Of celebrating&lt;br /&gt;And on this day we will all be praying&lt;br /&gt;To the newest prayer&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for staying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I’ve eloped with hope&lt;br /&gt;And we are gonna go far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I’ve eloped with hope &lt;br /&gt;And we are gonna go far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Sara&lt;br /&gt;For being my friend&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s not easy&lt;br /&gt;With the things I did&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;You can still count on me&lt;br /&gt;Because I know who I am now&lt;br /&gt;And your love has helped me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this life is tough&lt;br /&gt;It sure ain’t easy&lt;br /&gt;Just finding myself&lt;br /&gt;Made me want to kill me&lt;br /&gt;But one thing’s for sure&lt;br /&gt;And this I want to tell thee&lt;br /&gt;Every time you smile&lt;br /&gt;It always thrills me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the radio’s on&lt;br /&gt;But there’s hope in it&lt;br /&gt;For friends like you&lt;br /&gt;Keep my spirit lit&lt;br /&gt;And Jake and I&lt;br /&gt;We have battled through it&lt;br /&gt;And I love my dad&lt;br /&gt;Although an elephant&lt;br /&gt;And yes it’s clear&lt;br /&gt;I’m also married to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I’ve eloped with hope&lt;br /&gt;And we are gonna go far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I’ve eloped with hope&lt;br /&gt;And we are gonna go far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I’m Jake&lt;br /&gt;I’m your favorite jaywalker&lt;br /&gt;Am I a smooth criminal&lt;br /&gt;Or just your favorite talker&lt;br /&gt;I love you all&lt;br /&gt;It’s my only true state&lt;br /&gt;For this love thing&lt;br /&gt;Well, it’s my favorite trait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been beaten&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you thought I was dead&lt;br /&gt;But how could I be dead&lt;br /&gt;When I have such a strong head&lt;br /&gt;But love, you know, &lt;br /&gt;Is the only true road&lt;br /&gt;The only one I chose&lt;br /&gt;So long ago&lt;br /&gt;And to this day, it is still true…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I’ve eloped with hope&lt;br /&gt;And we are gonna go far&lt;br /&gt;Ooo ooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I’ve eloped with hope&lt;br /&gt;And we are gonna go far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I’m the dad&lt;br /&gt;Your least favorite, the villain&lt;br /&gt;But you know I’m not&lt;br /&gt;Just lost in tradition&lt;br /&gt;For my son, I know&lt;br /&gt;Is more important to me&lt;br /&gt;Than all the votes in the world&lt;br /&gt;He means the world to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my love for him&lt;br /&gt;Has shown me the way&lt;br /&gt;That love is meant for all&lt;br /&gt;Both straight and gay&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;I love you today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I love you too, dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For we’ve eloped with hope&lt;br /&gt;And we are gonna go far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh we’ve eloped with hope and we are gonna go far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooo yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve eloped with hooooooope &lt;br /&gt;And we are gonna go far &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(quicken up the music--- bring out the full cast)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say nope to the pope&lt;br /&gt;There’s a new way to cope&lt;br /&gt;And we elope with hope&lt;br /&gt;We elope with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say nope to the scope&lt;br /&gt;That’s too narrow for hope&lt;br /&gt;And we elope with hope&lt;br /&gt;We elope with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God’s scope&lt;br /&gt;Is a kaleidoscope&lt;br /&gt;Every sister &lt;br /&gt;Every brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God’s scope&lt;br /&gt;Is a kaleidoscope&lt;br /&gt;Tan, White, Black&lt;br /&gt;Or Purple Taupe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God’s scope&lt;br /&gt;Is a kaleidoscope&lt;br /&gt;Love each other &lt;br /&gt;Or be a dope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God’s scope&lt;br /&gt;Is a ray of hope&lt;br /&gt;Just be accepting&lt;br /&gt;And not a dope &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Elopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa with hope&lt;br /&gt;We elope with hope&lt;br /&gt;We elope with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Elopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa with hope&lt;br /&gt;We elope with hope&lt;br /&gt;We elope with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Elopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa with hope&lt;br /&gt;We elope with hope&lt;br /&gt;We elope with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Elopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa with hope&lt;br /&gt;We elope with hope&lt;br /&gt;Oh we elope with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every sister&lt;br /&gt;Every brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every brother&lt;br /&gt;From every color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Love God&lt;br /&gt;And Love is God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the new religion &lt;br /&gt;Is the old religion&lt;br /&gt;Just love us all&lt;br /&gt;For we’re all God’s children&lt;br /&gt;Whether straight or gay&lt;br /&gt;Or young or old&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe even both&lt;br /&gt;If you are so bold&lt;br /&gt;There’s this golden rule&lt;br /&gt;Or so I’ve been told&lt;br /&gt;Just love thy neighbor&lt;br /&gt;With all your soul&lt;br /&gt;And if you can’t handle it&lt;br /&gt;Then take your shit&lt;br /&gt;And leave us alone&lt;br /&gt;You fucking hypocrites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We elopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa with hope&lt;br /&gt;We elope with hope&lt;br /&gt;We elope with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We elopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa with hope&lt;br /&gt;We elope with hope&lt;br /&gt;We elope with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We elopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa with hope&lt;br /&gt;We elope with hope&lt;br /&gt;We elope with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We elopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa with hope&lt;br /&gt;We elope with hope&lt;br /&gt;We elope with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love’s around&lt;br /&gt;No microscopes&lt;br /&gt;Just elopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love’s around&lt;br /&gt;No Misanthropopes&lt;br /&gt;Just elopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa-lopa with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When’s love’s around&lt;br /&gt;Just go for broke&lt;br /&gt;And elope&lt;br /&gt; Elope&lt;br /&gt; Elope&lt;br /&gt;With hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elope &lt;br /&gt;Elope &lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;With hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elope &lt;br /&gt;Elope &lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;With hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elope &lt;br /&gt;Elope &lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;With hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elope &lt;br /&gt;Elope &lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;With hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elope &lt;br /&gt;Elope &lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;With hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elope &lt;br /&gt;Elope &lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;With hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;With hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;With hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;With hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;With hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;With hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;Elope&lt;br /&gt;With hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Love is God&lt;br /&gt;And God is Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musical flurry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa------ Meeeeeeeeeeeeen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(musical end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you!  All of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wrap up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Curtain close]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-7755986212084500258?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/7755986212084500258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=7755986212084500258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/7755986212084500258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/7755986212084500258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/02/elope-with-hope.html' title='Elope With Hope'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-7004760928734707134</id><published>2010-02-12T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T15:16:33.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No day but today</title><content type='html'>As we approach Valentine's day, I can honestly say that everyone I have ever said "I love you" I still love, deeply, and I thank God for the friends and family I have.  I am truly fortunate.  And this song is inspiring.  I hope to get you maybe a plot outline of my musical by this weekend or maybe next week... I really, really, want it to be good.  Please God!!!  I ask this just about every night along with saying thanks for all the people I love (and who love me).  I am truly grateful.  Ok... here's the song... from the musical "Rent" by Jonathan Larson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Peyton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jbljhS4xDlU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jbljhS4xDlU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-7004760928734707134?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/7004760928734707134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=7004760928734707134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/7004760928734707134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/7004760928734707134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-day-but-today.html' title='No day but today'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-7256998999063384406</id><published>2010-02-11T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:40:24.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Action of Passion</title><content type='html'>Some day maybe I'll go see a therapist... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then... enjoy this bit of ridiculousness... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to use this song to open Act 2... it's fast paced, silly, and catchy--- and just as it reads, it sounds absolutely ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you might imagine, it involves a crazy, sexy, and wild dance number... I think both acts should start with a bang.  &lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Action of Passion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights, Camera, Action…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(music) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coming attraction&lt;br /&gt;To the latest attraction&lt;br /&gt;Is the action of passion&lt;br /&gt;The action of passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only beat&lt;br /&gt;To the heat&lt;br /&gt;Of two bodies&lt;br /&gt;Is the action of passion&lt;br /&gt;The action of passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take your clothes&lt;br /&gt;Take your clothes&lt;br /&gt;Take your clothes&lt;br /&gt;All off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we will&lt;br /&gt;Dance&lt;br /&gt;Dance &lt;br /&gt;Dance&lt;br /&gt;In the natural buff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;Take your clothes&lt;br /&gt;Take your clothes&lt;br /&gt;Take your clothes&lt;br /&gt;All off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we will&lt;br /&gt;Dance &lt;br /&gt;Dance &lt;br /&gt;Dance&lt;br /&gt;While you shake that butt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;br /&gt;Take your clothes&lt;br /&gt;Take your clothes&lt;br /&gt;Take your clothes &lt;br /&gt;All off&lt;br /&gt;Because you my babe&lt;br /&gt;Are real hot stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take your clothes&lt;br /&gt;Take your clothes&lt;br /&gt;Take your clothes &lt;br /&gt;All off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we will&lt;br /&gt;Shake &lt;br /&gt;Shake &lt;br /&gt;Shake it&lt;br /&gt;Til’ the dragon puffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the physics&lt;br /&gt;Of physical action&lt;br /&gt;Is every touch&lt;br /&gt;Has an equal and warm&lt;br /&gt;Reaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the physics&lt;br /&gt;Of physical action&lt;br /&gt;Is while you &lt;br /&gt;Shake it&lt;br /&gt;Shake it&lt;br /&gt;Shake it&lt;br /&gt;You will get a reaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the physics&lt;br /&gt;Of physical action&lt;br /&gt;Is that you my, babe&lt;br /&gt;Are the main attraction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the physics&lt;br /&gt;Of physical action&lt;br /&gt;Is gravity don’t exist&lt;br /&gt;When I see you in action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[uh uh uh uh uh uh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The physics&lt;br /&gt;Of physical passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[uh uh uh uh uh uh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passion&lt;br /&gt;Of a moment of action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[uh uh uh uh uh uh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every touch&lt;br /&gt;Is a state of reaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[uh uh uh uh uh uh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the action &lt;br /&gt;Of physical passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagin’?&lt;br /&gt;A moment of passion’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagin’&lt;br /&gt;A bed frame smashin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagin’?&lt;br /&gt;A moment of passion’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you you imagin’?&lt;br /&gt;A monster mashin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagin’?&lt;br /&gt;A moment of passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagin’?&lt;br /&gt;A nudie pageant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagin’&lt;br /&gt;A moment of passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is this&lt;br /&gt;You have plenty to ration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the beat &lt;br /&gt;Of the heat&lt;br /&gt;Is some magical stuff&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to meet you, meet you, meet you&lt;br /&gt;In some handcuffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the beat&lt;br /&gt;Of the heat&lt;br /&gt;Is some magical stuff&lt;br /&gt;I‘d like to have it, have it, have it, &lt;br /&gt;Have it a little rough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the beat&lt;br /&gt;Of the heat&lt;br /&gt;Is some magical stuff&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to see you, see you, see you&lt;br /&gt;Bouncing in the buff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the beat&lt;br /&gt;Of the heat&lt;br /&gt;Is some magical stuff&lt;br /&gt;So just move, move, move&lt;br /&gt;Oh shake that butt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this simple&lt;br /&gt;This simple attraction&lt;br /&gt;Can always produce in me&lt;br /&gt;That seismic action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this simple&lt;br /&gt;This simple attraction&lt;br /&gt;Is a nuclear bomb&lt;br /&gt;Exploding with a passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this simple&lt;br /&gt;This simple attraction&lt;br /&gt;Is related to you&lt;br /&gt;And your boody’s action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this simple&lt;br /&gt;This simple attraction&lt;br /&gt;Is found in you&lt;br /&gt;So c’mon and kiss me with passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[uh uh uh uh uh uh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The physics&lt;br /&gt;Of physical passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[uh uh uh uh uh uh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passion&lt;br /&gt;Of a moment of action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[uh uh uh uh uh uh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every touch&lt;br /&gt;Is a state of reaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[uh uh uh uh uh uh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the action &lt;br /&gt;Of physical passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exploding bombs&lt;br /&gt;Flying spears&lt;br /&gt;It’s just you, babe&lt;br /&gt;Your ass between my ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Civil war&lt;br /&gt;Violent plague&lt;br /&gt;All this and more&lt;br /&gt;Is when you’re away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh come to me&lt;br /&gt;So come with me&lt;br /&gt;And share the physics&lt;br /&gt;Of this physical glee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh come to me&lt;br /&gt;So come with me&lt;br /&gt;I’m not complete&lt;br /&gt;Until you’re next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the passion&lt;br /&gt;That can cause a reaction&lt;br /&gt;Is the passion of a &lt;br /&gt;Physical action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the passion&lt;br /&gt;That can cause a reaction&lt;br /&gt;Is the passion of a &lt;br /&gt;Dual attraction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the passion&lt;br /&gt;That can cause a reaction&lt;br /&gt;Is the passion &lt;br /&gt;Written in your ass (uh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the passion&lt;br /&gt;That can cause a reaction&lt;br /&gt;Is the passion&lt;br /&gt;In a moment of passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(crazy dance jammin music)&lt;br /&gt;(crazy music)&lt;br /&gt;(crazy dancing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come with me &lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Move with me&lt;br /&gt;And together&lt;br /&gt;We will make&lt;br /&gt;Sweet History&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh come with me and&lt;br /&gt;Oh move with me&lt;br /&gt;But with protection&lt;br /&gt;So we don’t make it&lt;br /&gt;Literally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh come with me&lt;br /&gt;Oh move with me&lt;br /&gt;And together we are one&lt;br /&gt;With synergy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh come with me&lt;br /&gt;Oh come with me&lt;br /&gt;Oh come, come, come, come, come&lt;br /&gt;With glee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the coming attraction&lt;br /&gt;To the latest attraction&lt;br /&gt;Is the action of passion&lt;br /&gt;The action of passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only beat&lt;br /&gt;To heat of two bodies&lt;br /&gt;Is the action of passion&lt;br /&gt;The action of passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we’re off&lt;br /&gt;Now we’re off&lt;br /&gt;Now we’re  off off off&lt;br /&gt;Like flying rockets&lt;br /&gt;With our shirts torn off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we’re off&lt;br /&gt;Now we’re off &lt;br /&gt;Now we’re off off off&lt;br /&gt;Just pretend I look like&lt;br /&gt;David Hasselhoff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we’re off&lt;br /&gt;Now we’re off&lt;br /&gt;Now we’re off off off &lt;br /&gt;And with you, that means&lt;br /&gt;Less jackin’ off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we’re off&lt;br /&gt;Now we’re off&lt;br /&gt;Now we’re off off off&lt;br /&gt;Hurrah hurrah&lt;br /&gt;For gettin’ off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-7256998999063384406?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/7256998999063384406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=7256998999063384406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Special thanks to Mel Brooks for this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am The Pope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[My favorite character and a few buddies come to the party dressed as the pope and bishops]&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the pope&lt;br /&gt;I hope you listen&lt;br /&gt;If you want to go to heaven&lt;br /&gt;And glisten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the pope&lt;br /&gt;I hope you listen&lt;br /&gt;To the words of the soul’s&lt;br /&gt;Nutrition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lived so many years&lt;br /&gt;With God within my ears&lt;br /&gt;Telling me the ways to live&lt;br /&gt;In this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you want to go to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Between now and Armageddon&lt;br /&gt;There’s a few rules you need &lt;br /&gt;To know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number One&lt;br /&gt;(Number One)&lt;br /&gt;No sex!&lt;br /&gt;(No sex)&lt;br /&gt;I am the pope&lt;br /&gt;What else did you expect?&lt;br /&gt;I am the pope&lt;br /&gt;(He’s the pope)&lt;br /&gt;So no sex!&lt;br /&gt;(No sex!)&lt;br /&gt;Unless you meet a few conditions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re married&lt;br /&gt;It’s okay&lt;br /&gt;To have sex &lt;br /&gt;Anyway &lt;br /&gt;At least two times a month&lt;br /&gt;Is okay&lt;br /&gt;She will want you to have sex&lt;br /&gt;And as a husband &lt;br /&gt;Such is sex&lt;br /&gt;Part of your God-given mission!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s definitely not okay&lt;br /&gt;To have sex, anyway&lt;br /&gt;If you’re not married&lt;br /&gt;Or if you are gay&lt;br /&gt;For you see that is a sin&lt;br /&gt;And that sex will get you in&lt;br /&gt;That place that we call hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all is never well&lt;br /&gt;If you’re going down to hell&lt;br /&gt;So listen to me, you see.&lt;br /&gt;For hell is hell&lt;br /&gt;And hell is hell&lt;br /&gt;I tell you hell is hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you want to burn&lt;br /&gt;Listen to what you yearn&lt;br /&gt;When you see someone you like&lt;br /&gt;For I’ve seen so many guys&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been lost within their eyes&lt;br /&gt;But I have resisted, why oh why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I don’t want to go to hell&lt;br /&gt;(No, he don’t want to go to hell)&lt;br /&gt;God’s told me so many years&lt;br /&gt;Have him right between my ears&lt;br /&gt;And he told me not to go to hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you don’t want to go to hell&lt;br /&gt;(No you don’t want to go to hell)&lt;br /&gt;And if you have sex&lt;br /&gt;What else can you expect&lt;br /&gt;But a one way ticket to hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For hell is passion’s spell&lt;br /&gt;It’s the lining of her well&lt;br /&gt;So don’t be listening to your flaws&lt;br /&gt;Or your body’s lurid laws&lt;br /&gt;Suppression is God’s holy lesson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are young&lt;br /&gt;And you are urgin’&lt;br /&gt;To have sex&lt;br /&gt;Just stay a virgin&lt;br /&gt;You may not, but God will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sex&lt;br /&gt;Is so much better&lt;br /&gt;If you’re married&lt;br /&gt;It is better&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never had it&lt;br /&gt;But God told me so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say they don’t fit&lt;br /&gt;But once you’re married that is it&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t fit&lt;br /&gt;Be content&lt;br /&gt;And forget it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For love is greater than sex&lt;br /&gt;Unless it is gay sex&lt;br /&gt;Because gay sex&lt;br /&gt;Precludes love, you get it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am the pope&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t&lt;br /&gt;Heaven… forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the pope&lt;br /&gt;I hope you get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t&lt;br /&gt;Hell, you get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to rule number 2&lt;br /&gt;I’m telling you real true&lt;br /&gt;I am the pope&lt;br /&gt;So I know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And rule Number 2&lt;br /&gt; [drum roll]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condoms are dumb&lt;br /&gt;Dumb D-Dumb D-Dumb D-Dumb &lt;br /&gt;Dumb D-Dumb D-Dumb D-Dumb &lt;br /&gt;Condoms are dumb&lt;br /&gt;Dumb D-Dumb D-Dumb D-Dumb&lt;br /&gt;Dumb D-Dumb D-Dumb D-Dumb  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have to be rappin’&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be usin’ that plastic wrappin’&lt;br /&gt;Just be tap, tap, tappin&lt;br /&gt;The real way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because condoms are dumb&lt;br /&gt;How else will she say “Yum”&lt;br /&gt;If you never ever let her&lt;br /&gt;Feel you come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when it comes to sex&lt;br /&gt;No condoms&lt;br /&gt;Just abstinence&lt;br /&gt;To God &lt;br /&gt;Nothing else makes sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God wants babies&lt;br /&gt;And condoms be like rabies&lt;br /&gt;If you have sex&lt;br /&gt;You were meant&lt;br /&gt;For punishment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For condoms are dumb&lt;br /&gt;(Dumb, D-dumb, d-dumb, d-dumb)&lt;br /&gt;Yes, condoms are dumb&lt;br /&gt;(Dumb, D-dumb, d-dumb, d-dumb)&lt;br /&gt;Condoms are dumb!&lt;br /&gt;(Dubya dubya dubya dumb)&lt;br /&gt;Condoms are dumb!&lt;br /&gt;(Dumb, D-dumb, d-dumb, d-dumb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[A flurry of music]   [Enter into a kick-line]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For we are&lt;br /&gt;(We are!)&lt;br /&gt;We are&lt;br /&gt;(We are!)&lt;br /&gt;The rich, white men&lt;br /&gt;Of the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are&lt;br /&gt;(We are!)&lt;br /&gt;We are&lt;br /&gt;(We are!)&lt;br /&gt;The rich, white men of the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout Amen&lt;br /&gt;(Amen!)&lt;br /&gt;Shout Amen &lt;br /&gt;(Amen!)&lt;br /&gt;For we rich, sexless men of the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout Amen&lt;br /&gt;(Amen!)&lt;br /&gt;Shout Amen &lt;br /&gt;(Amen!)&lt;br /&gt;For we rich, sexless men of the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One kick&lt;br /&gt;(One kick)&lt;br /&gt;Another kick&lt;br /&gt;(Another kick)&lt;br /&gt;Take a shot&lt;br /&gt;For the men of the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For if you need heaven&lt;br /&gt;Between now and Armageddon&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to we men from the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For heaven when Armageddon&lt;br /&gt;Is the reward we will be gettin’&lt;br /&gt;For not gettin’&lt;br /&gt;Any&lt;br /&gt;At all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am the pope&lt;br /&gt;(He’s the pope)&lt;br /&gt;I hope you listen&lt;br /&gt;(He hopes you listen)&lt;br /&gt;If you want to go to heaven&lt;br /&gt;And glisten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the pope &lt;br /&gt;(He is the pope)&lt;br /&gt;I hope you listen&lt;br /&gt;(He hopes you listen)&lt;br /&gt;To the words of the &lt;br /&gt;Soul’s nutrition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you see this boy right here&lt;br /&gt;So angry and so queer&lt;br /&gt;Why do you think that he is so angry?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because of the church&lt;br /&gt;(doo-doo-doo-doo)?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because of a girl?&lt;br /&gt;(doo-doo-doo-doo)&lt;br /&gt;Or is it because&lt;br /&gt;Behind that stern&lt;br /&gt; And uptight frame&lt;br /&gt;This boy right here&lt;br /&gt;Is maybe&lt;br /&gt;A little bit &lt;br /&gt;Gay…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“YOU FUCKIN FAGGOT”&lt;br /&gt;“YOU FUCKIN FAGGOT”&lt;br /&gt;“YOU FUCKIN FAGGOT”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[This author’s favorite character has overstepped his bounds at this part of the play--- the young man whom he has just taunted with this song--- has flipped out over suggestion that he’s gay--- and attacks the singer--- a brawl ensues--- my favorite character is left lying on the stage--- perhaps dead]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-6599855688351867104?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/6599855688351867104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=6599855688351867104' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/6599855688351867104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/6599855688351867104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-pope.html' title='I am the Pope...'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-6818902354096727816</id><published>2010-02-08T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T08:30:24.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Street Savoir Faire...</title><content type='html'>For those curious about how this blog was named... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why Should I Worry?" by Billy Joel from the film "Oliver and Company"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L3xafme2PWA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L3xafme2PWA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-6818902354096727816?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/6818902354096727816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=6818902354096727816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/6818902354096727816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/6818902354096727816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/02/street-savoir-faire.html' title='Street Savoir Faire...'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-7907576033455461344</id><published>2010-02-07T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T07:20:44.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World is Just a Zoo</title><content type='html'>Ok... two things about my musical:  1) It's set, in part, in a zoo... 2) The working title is "The Animals"... I think that's an appropriate title, because the musical explores some of the instincts and drives that makes us both people and animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is a duet between the two lead male characters... the lyrics may seem rather simple, because this is very "classic music" based--- when I sing it in my head there's a lot of strings--- unlike "Love is the Only Thing" which is piano... Imagine this song much like a Wagner opera--- the music builds, and like most of these songs here, it is based on just pure emotion--- I worry that if this musical ever becomes a reality if the music will be too emotionally draining for the lead cast.  Oh--- and the ( ) means second person singing-- as I said, it's a duet-- sometimes they're both singing-- particularly towards the end.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Peyton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The World Is Just a Zoo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;(The world is just a zoo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what are we to do?&lt;br /&gt;(Oh what are we to do?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many different stages&lt;br /&gt;(All filled with different cages)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what is it to you?&lt;br /&gt;(It’s everything… as you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;(The world is just a zoo)&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;(The world is just a zoo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want us all to change&lt;br /&gt;(They thing that we‘re all strange)&lt;br /&gt;Well aren’t we a bit?&lt;br /&gt;(Not I, but you’re cuckoo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;(The world is just a zoo)&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;(The world is just a zoo)&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;(The world is just a zoo)&lt;br /&gt;(The world is just a zoo)&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pope and all his minions&lt;br /&gt;(My father and his opinions)&lt;br /&gt;They offer us God’s news&lt;br /&gt;(If we subscribe to hate filled views).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They think that we’re deranged&lt;br /&gt;(They call us ill and strange)&lt;br /&gt;And welcome us to their cage&lt;br /&gt;(Just smiling to their cage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;(Oh what else can we do)&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;(The world is just our zoo)&lt;br /&gt;If love is just a sin&lt;br /&gt;(What a stage we thus begin)&lt;br /&gt;If our love is just a sin&lt;br /&gt;(What a cage that we are in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s me and it is you&lt;br /&gt;(It’s me and it is you)&lt;br /&gt;Encaged within this zoo&lt;br /&gt;(Encaged within this zoo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like bigotry&lt;br /&gt;(Grows out here like a weed)&lt;br /&gt;When love is all we need&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, love is all we need)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo  &lt;br /&gt;(Ooo-ooo-ooo)&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo &lt;br /&gt;(Ooo-ooo-ooo)&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music is building]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music is building]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we animals, that’s all?&lt;br /&gt;(Are we animals, that’s all?)&lt;br /&gt;Stuck with in our zoos&lt;br /&gt;(Stuck within our zoos)&lt;br /&gt;Saying what to do&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be true to you&lt;br /&gt;Is this as selfish as we be&lt;br /&gt;What would Jesus think&lt;br /&gt;Would he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music explodes—passion reigns]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;What would Jesus do?&lt;br /&gt;Have they ever thought it through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music climax--- like an opera]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;(Ohhh Ohh Ohhh)&lt;br /&gt;The world is just  a zoo&lt;br /&gt;(Ohh Ohh Ohhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[music quiets down]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is just a zoo&lt;br /&gt;(The world is just a zoo)&lt;br /&gt;Just me and just you&lt;br /&gt;(At least our cage was made for two)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ends with a stage kiss]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Zoo'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-7168816208125546932</id><published>2010-02-06T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T16:35:16.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is the Only Thing...</title><content type='html'>In the spring of my senior year of high school, one of my teachers, Mr. Curtis, pulled me aside.  He asked me, rather bluntly,  "Peyton, have you ever thought of what you could achieve if you actually tried?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Mr. Curtis, now I'm trying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is the Only Thing&lt;br /&gt;That Turns Me On&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the only thing &lt;br /&gt;That turns me on&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds kind of strange&lt;br /&gt;But it’s the road I’m on&lt;br /&gt;Some may say my way&lt;br /&gt;Is once upon upon&lt;br /&gt;But love is the only thing&lt;br /&gt;That really turns me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the only thing &lt;br /&gt;That turns me on&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds kind of strange&lt;br /&gt;But it’s the road I’m on&lt;br /&gt;Some may say my way&lt;br /&gt;Is once upon upon&lt;br /&gt;But love is the only thing&lt;br /&gt;That really turns me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, a well placed slit&lt;br /&gt;Can make my heartbeat tick&lt;br /&gt;And a guy like me enjoys &lt;br /&gt;A little tongue and spit&lt;br /&gt;But beauty better come with some smarts and wit&lt;br /&gt;Or else my manly bone will moan&lt;br /&gt;Nope, Not it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, indeed, a man like me enjoys a graceful body&lt;br /&gt;David and ballet are two of my favorite hobbies&lt;br /&gt;But my soul needs more than just these skin deep hotties&lt;br /&gt;It craves that strong emotion that can shake a body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For, yes, sweet attraction causes me reaction&lt;br /&gt;The sort of reaction that puts a heart in action&lt;br /&gt;But I’m telling you here that it’s not attraction&lt;br /&gt;That has overcome my soul with the greatest traction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those butts, boobs and woodies&lt;br /&gt;May have some allure&lt;br /&gt;But they’re not the human features&lt;br /&gt;That can rock my core&lt;br /&gt;They cannot understand&lt;br /&gt;With both a woman and man&lt;br /&gt;But my reality is real&lt;br /&gt;So probably God--- He can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the only thing&lt;br /&gt;That turns me on&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds kind of strange&lt;br /&gt;But it’s the road I’m on&lt;br /&gt;Some may say my way is once upon upon&lt;br /&gt;But to me it is the road&lt;br /&gt;That God has put me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, you know most men&lt;br /&gt;Have these one through tens&lt;br /&gt;Saying she’s a Four&lt;br /&gt;And over there a Seven&lt;br /&gt;And so they go about like Pavlov’s dogs&lt;br /&gt;While Hollywood equips them with their manly logs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet they look me down&lt;br /&gt;When I see all around&lt;br /&gt;Beauty, beauty, beauty, how it dances, abounds?&lt;br /&gt;Wrap yourself in chains&lt;br /&gt;And they’ll give you a crown&lt;br /&gt;Because they are afraid&lt;br /&gt;Of beauty’s muted sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know this is no time&lt;br /&gt;For me to pout and frown&lt;br /&gt;I am one lucky man&lt;br /&gt;In either suit or gown&lt;br /&gt;And this my friend&lt;br /&gt;I tell you&lt;br /&gt;Is the true low-down&lt;br /&gt;That love is the only thing&lt;br /&gt;That really turns me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love (music) (dance)&lt;br /&gt;Love (music) (dance)&lt;br /&gt;Love (music) (dance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the only thing &lt;br /&gt;That really turns me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, a pretty face&lt;br /&gt;Can make my heart beat race&lt;br /&gt;And sure a little touch&lt;br /&gt;Can make my pants dance (uh)&lt;br /&gt;And cleavage is a privilege&lt;br /&gt;That is such a rush&lt;br /&gt;But in the end it all doesn’t matter much…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For when I see a man who is handsome and tan&lt;br /&gt;I may feel a little tweak in my libido plan&lt;br /&gt;And when I see a woman who is hot and movin’&lt;br /&gt;My face may burn hot while my pants start cooin’&lt;br /&gt;But these feelins don’t contain my identity&lt;br /&gt;I’m probably not the one for either he or she&lt;br /&gt;If they don’t produce that inner, inner energy&lt;br /&gt;I’m better off jackin’ off to MTV &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michaelangelo had his David&lt;br /&gt;And Homer Achilles&lt;br /&gt;Proust and Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;Were genius embodied&lt;br /&gt;And Shakespeare, if you read him&lt;br /&gt;You would think he were queer&lt;br /&gt;And yet the modern world&lt;br /&gt;Wants to destroy what is dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For we all have this curiosity&lt;br /&gt;And some try to hide it with insecurities&lt;br /&gt;But everybody has that necessity&lt;br /&gt;That strong emotion&lt;br /&gt;That will shake my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though I might be different&lt;br /&gt;May not have your range&lt;br /&gt;Still, that sweet emotion&lt;br /&gt;Rocks me the same&lt;br /&gt;My scope is in that hope&lt;br /&gt;Of every woman and man&lt;br /&gt;It seeks that strong emotion&lt;br /&gt;That no body can stand&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love is the only thing that turns me on&lt;br /&gt;Love is the only thing that turns me on&lt;br /&gt;Love is the only thing that turns me on&lt;br /&gt;Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love&lt;br /&gt;It turns me on&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love is the only thing&lt;br /&gt;That turns me on&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds kind of strange&lt;br /&gt;But it’s the road I’m on&lt;br /&gt;Some may say my way&lt;br /&gt;Is once upon upon&lt;br /&gt;But love is the only thing&lt;br /&gt;That really turns me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t care about when I get old&lt;br /&gt;Some love for this reason, or so I am told&lt;br /&gt;I love because it puts my whole body in motion&lt;br /&gt;It chills my brain and skin-- causes sweet emotion&lt;br /&gt;So never be afraid to love a man&lt;br /&gt;Never be afraid to love a strong woman&lt;br /&gt;Never be afraid to love who you love&lt;br /&gt;For life is pain and hardship--- answered in this love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though a sexy strip&lt;br /&gt;May make me go drip, drip&lt;br /&gt;And though some lingerie&lt;br /&gt;Suggests a beautiful trip &lt;br /&gt;Let me leave you &lt;br /&gt;With this one hard earned tip&lt;br /&gt;If you want to live in life&lt;br /&gt;Just be looking for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because a pretty face&lt;br /&gt;Can make a heartbeat race&lt;br /&gt;But it’s only that emotion&lt;br /&gt;That can make me chase&lt;br /&gt;I cannot quite explain how it comes about&lt;br /&gt;All I know is this&lt;br /&gt;It’s what it’s all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the only thing&lt;br /&gt;That turns me on&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds kind of strange&lt;br /&gt;But it’s the road I’m on&lt;br /&gt;Some may say my way&lt;br /&gt;Is once upon upon&lt;br /&gt;But love is the only thing&lt;br /&gt;That really turns me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though some might answer&lt;br /&gt;C’mon, C’mon&lt;br /&gt;Unwilling to listen&lt;br /&gt;To this road I’m on&lt;br /&gt;I tell them there’s no choice&lt;br /&gt;That this is my voice&lt;br /&gt;God gave us all a choice&lt;br /&gt;To speak in love’s one voice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the only thing&lt;br /&gt;It’s what we’re all about&lt;br /&gt;Love is the only thing&lt;br /&gt;It’s what we need to shout&lt;br /&gt;Love Is the only thing&lt;br /&gt;So if you feel it, come out&lt;br /&gt;Because to deny it&lt;br /&gt;Is to be without&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-7168816208125546932?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/7168816208125546932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=7168816208125546932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Like the lone wolf&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I roam&lt;br /&gt;It’s my own truth&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I howl&lt;br /&gt;At the sight of the moon&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness surrounds&lt;br /&gt;The sound of my own tune&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-2108068873714467591?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/2108068873714467591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=2108068873714467591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/2108068873714467591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/2108068873714467591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/02/lone-wolf.html' title='The Lone Wolf'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-238167379801031175</id><published>2010-01-24T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:26:55.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaywalker</title><content type='html'>This song is dedicated to Clarice.  When I was in Philadelphia, Clarice and I talked about doing a musical with a song about Jaywalking.  The more I thought about the idea, the more I liked it--- especially when I realized that the idea of "jaywalking" fit perfectly in the theme of my musical.  This song is pretty simple, but I think it has what will be regarded as one of the great lines in the history of musical theater.  I warn you that it's really quite dirty, but it's meant to be in good fun... the character who sings this song is really a hoot.  I know it's not anything like what you were expecting, Clarice--- but it's going to be a really funny song and a perfect introduction for this character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jaywalker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I’m a Jaywalker&lt;br /&gt;Heavyweight talker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a Jaywalker&lt;br /&gt;Featherweight walker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a Jaywalker&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful stalker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For when times are impossibly hard…&lt;br /&gt;There’s just some laws you have to&lt;br /&gt;(mmm) (mmm)&lt;br /&gt;Disregard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty boy came out in front of my yard&lt;br /&gt;He said he heard I was a bit of a bard&lt;br /&gt;I replied my boy that’s what I am&lt;br /&gt;I’ve written songs for both the ladies and men&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He said well sir I have a big issue&lt;br /&gt;And I’m not sure what else there is I can do&lt;br /&gt;For my times are impossibly hard&lt;br /&gt;And because of that I’m really quite scarred&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I said my boy there is no need for tears&lt;br /&gt;Have a beer my solution is near&lt;br /&gt;For whenever times are ever so hard&lt;br /&gt;There’s just some laws one has to disregard&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Just be &lt;br /&gt;Jaywalking &lt;br /&gt;No need for talking&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Just be &lt;br /&gt;Jaywalking&lt;br /&gt;Not crying or squawking&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Just be &lt;br /&gt;Jaywalking&lt;br /&gt;And good times you’ll be hawking&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For when times are impossibly hard&lt;br /&gt;There’s just some laws you have to&lt;br /&gt;(mmm) (mmm)&lt;br /&gt;Disregard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was confused&lt;br /&gt;Mistreated and used&lt;br /&gt;A hard-knock life&lt;br /&gt;In the pants of that youth&lt;br /&gt;His reality was&lt;br /&gt;As hard as it long&lt;br /&gt;I said “hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Can I see what is wrong?”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That pretty boy&lt;br /&gt;Whose life was so hard&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed his hand&lt;br /&gt;To make it so less hard&lt;br /&gt;We all need a lift&lt;br /&gt;Now and often&lt;br /&gt;God’s gift to men&lt;br /&gt;Amen. Amen.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And so that night &lt;br /&gt;We both broke the law&lt;br /&gt;A few careful steps&lt;br /&gt;Until our weapons were drawn&lt;br /&gt;Peace and love&lt;br /&gt;Are the holiest laws&lt;br /&gt;The doors open&lt;br /&gt; Until Bam! it’s less hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause we were&lt;br /&gt;Jaywalking&lt;br /&gt;Up the walls he was clawing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were &lt;br /&gt;Jaywalking&lt;br /&gt;Until the neighbors were talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were &lt;br /&gt;Jaywalking&lt;br /&gt;Every night until morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For when times are impossibly hard&lt;br /&gt;There’s just some laws  one has to&lt;br /&gt;(mmm) (mmm)&lt;br /&gt;Disregard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s my life&lt;br /&gt;It is free from strife&lt;br /&gt;A criminal&lt;br /&gt;In the pants&lt;br /&gt;It’s alright&lt;br /&gt;It stands strong&lt;br /&gt;It stands upright&lt;br /&gt;It stands for love&lt;br /&gt;Both day and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don’t be cruel&lt;br /&gt;With your words and your laws&lt;br /&gt;God gave me grace&lt;br /&gt;If you knew you’d applaud&lt;br /&gt;For my mission&lt;br /&gt;Is not a selfish cause&lt;br /&gt;There’s always two&lt;br /&gt;With the applause in “awws” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so let’s all say Amen Amen&lt;br /&gt;To a scene a la men a men&lt;br /&gt;For if one never crosses that street&lt;br /&gt;A hard knock life is the curse he will keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many of us think we have these flaws&lt;br /&gt;Unaware of God’s beautiful cause&lt;br /&gt;Boxed in these stupid human cupid laws&lt;br /&gt;I say cross the street, don’t keep it that hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a soul has a sexual part&lt;br /&gt;To have sex is a part of God’s art&lt;br /&gt;And to deny it is to tear one apart&lt;br /&gt;And that’s why I be a work of art &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve see my nature, you’ve see my style&lt;br /&gt;You heard my song, I hope it made you smile&lt;br /&gt;And if you dare ever cross that street&lt;br /&gt;I promise you my smile you’ll meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I’m a &lt;br /&gt;Jaywalker&lt;br /&gt;Heavyweight talker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a &lt;br /&gt;Jaywalker &lt;br /&gt;Featherweight walker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a &lt;br /&gt;Jaywalker&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Stalker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For when times are impossibly hard&lt;br /&gt;Oh when times are impossibly hard&lt;br /&gt;I say when times are impossibly hard&lt;br /&gt;There’s just some laws you have to…&lt;br /&gt;(mmm..) (mmm…) &lt;br /&gt;Disregard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;He’s a Jaywalker&lt;br /&gt;Just moving along&lt;br /&gt;Just walking to the beat&lt;br /&gt;Of his own true song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s a Jaywalker&lt;br /&gt;Just moving along&lt;br /&gt;Just walking to the beat&lt;br /&gt;Of his own true song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s a Jaywalker&lt;br /&gt;Just moving along&lt;br /&gt;Just walking to the beat&lt;br /&gt;Of his own true song…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-238167379801031175?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/238167379801031175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=238167379801031175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/238167379801031175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/238167379801031175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/01/jaywalker.html' title='Jaywalker'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-4563211252892309108</id><published>2010-01-18T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T07:37:16.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a kiss for the Miss...</title><content type='html'>Continuing on with the musical... this is another song that is rather angry.  I decided it would be a good idea (considering my musical is about overcoming homophobia in society) to add some of the reality of heterosexual marriage.  Again, it's important to remember that these characters turn out okay... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had a kiss for the Miss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[He starts]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a kiss for the Miss&lt;br /&gt;But there’s no kisses for the Mrs.&lt;br /&gt;Because though I know he’s not it&lt;br /&gt;That doesn’t make me it&lt;br /&gt;Just because the Mrs. needs kisses&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in no rush for the crush&lt;br /&gt;That has to be hush, hush&lt;br /&gt;Because though I know he’s not it&lt;br /&gt;That doesn’t make me it&lt;br /&gt;Just because the Mrs. needs kisses&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because though you told me of your love&lt;br /&gt;You hid “it” with your tongue&lt;br /&gt;And though with him you may not get it&lt;br /&gt;With me you can forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a kiss for the Miss&lt;br /&gt;But there’s no kisses for the Mrs.&lt;br /&gt;Because though I know he’s not it&lt;br /&gt;That doesn’t make me it&lt;br /&gt;Just because the Mrs. needs kisses&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in no rush for the crush&lt;br /&gt;That has to be hush, hush&lt;br /&gt;Because though I know he’s not it&lt;br /&gt;That doesn’t make me it&lt;br /&gt;Just because the Mrs. needs kisses&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For if a Mrs. needs her kisses&lt;br /&gt;There’s only one reply&lt;br /&gt;And that’s “oh no”&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, Oh no, Hell no”&lt;br /&gt;Because if you give that Mrs. her kisses&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye to the world you know.&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a kiss for the Miss&lt;br /&gt;But there’s no kisses for the Mrs.&lt;br /&gt;For how could I expect&lt;br /&gt;Just a little respect&lt;br /&gt;From a woman who said she loved me&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I miss you Miss?&lt;br /&gt;Who happens to be a Mrs.&lt;br /&gt;Does a man miss a kiss&lt;br /&gt;That tastes like piss&lt;br /&gt;Does a man love a Mrs. sans kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Her turn--- each note is extended like the opera---- each line is sung at a higher note and with even more passion--- the key here is not the lyrics but the emotion]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot understand the Agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot understand the Agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot understand the Agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Back to his turn--- she joins in so that they are both singing with intense emotional depth—he with anger and her with pure emotion--- ideally they each are trying to “sing” over each other, but their voices are beautiful, so again, the audience is left stunned with both beauty and anger] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a kiss for the miss&lt;br /&gt;But there’s no kisses for the Mrs.  [you &lt;br /&gt;Because though I he’s not it [cannot &lt;br /&gt;That doesn’t make me it [understand&lt;br /&gt;Just because the Mrs. needs kisses [the agony]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in no rush for the crush [You cannot&lt;br /&gt;That has to be hush, hush [understand the agony]&lt;br /&gt;Because though I know he’s not it [You cannot&lt;br /&gt;That doesn’t make me it [understand &lt;br /&gt;Just because the Mrs. needs kisses [the agony]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Just him]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you, my former “love”&lt;br /&gt;I hate you and your tongue&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you never get it&lt;br /&gt;For with me bitch&lt;br /&gt;You can forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Stormy music--- a last ditch appeal--- and angry emotions on stage--- music ends--- he storms off--- she’s left crying]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-4563211252892309108?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/4563211252892309108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=4563211252892309108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/4563211252892309108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/4563211252892309108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-had-kiss-for-miss.html' title='I had a kiss for the Miss...'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-246714183619018044</id><published>2010-01-18T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T06:02:50.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quote to learn from...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"When our days become dreary with low-hovering clouds of despair, and when our nights become darker than a thousand midnights, let us remember that there is a creative force in this universe, working to pull down the gigantic mountains of evil, a power that is able to make a way out of no way and transform dark yesterdays into bright tomorrows. Let us realize the arc of the moral universe is long but it bends toward justice." &lt;/strong&gt;- Martin Luther King, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm asked which way MLK, Jr. would have stood on gay marriage... it's sort of the same reaction as to which way Jesus Christ would stand... Acceptance, Equality and Love means Acceptance, Equality, and Love--- no exceptions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-246714183619018044?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/246714183619018044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=246714183619018044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/246714183619018044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/246714183619018044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/01/quote-to-learn-from.html' title='A quote to learn from...'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-3099858361256883995</id><published>2010-01-18T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T05:55:41.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tribute to Lady Gaga...</title><content type='html'>On Martin Luther King, Jr. day I post a Lady Gaga song.  Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I love her music, 2) This video is amazing, and 3) she was the only A-list celebrity to show up to the National March for Equality event last October and speak in support of marriage equality... I truly respect her for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qrO4YZeyl0I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qrO4YZeyl0I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-3099858361256883995?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/3099858361256883995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=3099858361256883995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/3099858361256883995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/3099858361256883995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/01/tribute-to-lady-gaga.html' title='A tribute to Lady Gaga...'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-6038371976542913141</id><published>2010-01-16T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T10:57:47.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love... is a criminal charge</title><content type='html'>Ok.  So I promised you about a song a week, so let's start with a particularly strong song (in my opinion).  Now, if you're a friend of mine and you're reading this--- please don't kill me or ditch me!!!  I know the lyrics of this song are rather angry and negative... but trust me, it works in the overall scheme.  As I currently envision the musical.. all of the characters, including this one, turn out okay--- with the exception of the Pope--- who gets eaten by an alligator. ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, although I don't agree with the overall theme of the song, I think many can identify with it... heck, I've had days when I can identify with it, and well, there is quite a bit of honesty to it (in my experience).  I think this is probably the most intense song ever written for Broadway, but I think it works quite well.  This is one of those songs where the audience goes "wow"... after they recover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're trying to fit it to music... look at the chorus...  extend "Love" so that the time to sing that one word is the same time it takes to sing the next line... and envision it sung by a female singer who can really belt a note and sing with crescendo.  It's hard for me to write how you transition to the following stanzas, but it should make sense if you're rhythmically inclined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Luuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhv&lt;br /&gt;Is a criminal charge"&lt;br /&gt;Every man is at large&lt;br /&gt;So take care of that heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Two intense musical beats]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhv&lt;br /&gt;It will rip you apart&lt;br /&gt;So when every man is at large&lt;br /&gt;Take good care of that heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... here it is... the chorus and beat are excellent--- secondary lyrics are bound to change a bit.  Lady actresses must be sexy, dressed sexy, and dancing high quality and sexy throughout--- and be able to sing. This is not sexist-- it's entertainment....  See "Cell Block Tango" ;-P&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love... Is a Criminal Charge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;Is a criminal charge&lt;br /&gt;Every man is at large&lt;br /&gt;So take care of that heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;It will rip you apart&lt;br /&gt;So when every man is at large&lt;br /&gt;Take good care of that heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to be a victim?&lt;br /&gt;Then just go with him…&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will fill you with lies&lt;br /&gt;Until you’re filled to the brim…&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you’re lying there…&lt;br /&gt;Only thinking of him&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s thinking of Bonnie or Ruth&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe even Tim…&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So watch out, boys&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’ve had enough&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough! Enough! Enough!&lt;br /&gt;Of this love “snuff”&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of love&lt;br /&gt;That which raises a prick&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because trust me, loves&lt;br /&gt;Love is a cock of shit&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;Is a criminal charge&lt;br /&gt;Every man is at large&lt;br /&gt;So take care of that heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;It will rip you apart&lt;br /&gt;So when every man is at large&lt;br /&gt;Take good care of that heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once in love&lt;br /&gt;I was a beautiful dove&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innocent,&lt;br /&gt;White as a winter glove&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just him and me&lt;br /&gt;For all eternity &lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how did I feel?&lt;br /&gt;Just like a movie reel&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then he “came” one day&lt;br /&gt;All smiles and glow&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetly comforting me&lt;br /&gt;The sweet “nothings”, you know&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I found a text&lt;br /&gt;From a friend named Suzanne&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next you know, I’m his ex&lt;br /&gt;Love’s not meant for a man&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Joined by dancers]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;Is a criminal charge&lt;br /&gt;Every man is at large&lt;br /&gt;So take care of that heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;It will rip you apart&lt;br /&gt;So when every man is at large&lt;br /&gt;Take good care of that heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Dancer 1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was young and foolish&lt;br /&gt;At the end of high school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a Romeo&lt;br /&gt;With the body of Zeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I met a boy&lt;br /&gt;He said “I love you, my joy”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Roy? Oh Roy? Oh Roy?&lt;br /&gt;What became of you, Roy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as the months passed&lt;br /&gt;As did the years…&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times changed&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn’t careers…&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For oh Roy, oh Roy,&lt;br /&gt;My first lover boy&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After five years, six months, and two days,&lt;br /&gt;He was no longer a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[All together]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;Is a criminal charge&lt;br /&gt;Every man is at large&lt;br /&gt;So take care of that heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;It will rip you apart&lt;br /&gt;So when every man is at large&lt;br /&gt;Take good care of that heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Dancer 2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, sisters, &lt;br /&gt;I had it worse&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And so I was cursed&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to dance&lt;br /&gt;Lookin’ pretty and fine&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopin’ a special someone&lt;br /&gt;Could show me a time&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so one came&lt;br /&gt;And so one “came”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first boy to approach me&lt;br /&gt;I was young and insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he loved me&lt;br /&gt;He loved the way that I looked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two STDs later&lt;br /&gt;And I’m still on his hook…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For ladies, ladies,&lt;br /&gt;Please listen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen! Listen!&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He might smell of money&lt;br /&gt;He might treat you with wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He might buy you flowers&lt;br /&gt;And say you are “mine”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He might use “love”&lt;br /&gt;He might abuse you with “love”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the name of love&lt;br /&gt;Love is a fucking hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;Is a criminal charge&lt;br /&gt;Every man is at large&lt;br /&gt;So take care of that heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;It will rip you apart&lt;br /&gt;So when every man is at large&lt;br /&gt;Take good care of that heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[A full set of music without lyrics featuring lots of extremely sexy, but angry, dancing]&lt;br /&gt;(music) (music) (music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen them all&lt;br /&gt;Handsome and tall&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen them all&lt;br /&gt;Both the big and the small&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrap you in their arms&lt;br /&gt;Hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The screen fades to black&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause love happens at night!&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that’s right&lt;br /&gt;It’s time for love’s call&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up as the cock&lt;br /&gt;Hard as the cannonball&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuckoo cuckoo&lt;br /&gt;Love pours into you&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until his genetic code&lt;br /&gt;Points to, well, get a clue…&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the truth about love&lt;br /&gt;Listen close, my dears&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is love’s time is up&lt;br /&gt;When he doesn’t  get “it” up.&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s sad,&lt;br /&gt; But sadly, it’s true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the cock sings “Bonjour”&lt;br /&gt;So too the “Love Adieu”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Dancer 1]&lt;br /&gt;Love….&lt;br /&gt;(Music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Dancer 2]&lt;br /&gt;Love….&lt;br /&gt;(Music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lead Actress]&lt;br /&gt;Love…&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[All together]&lt;br /&gt;Love!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;Is a criminal charge&lt;br /&gt;Every man is at large&lt;br /&gt;So take care of that heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;It will rip you apart&lt;br /&gt;So when every man is at large&lt;br /&gt;Take good care of that heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lead Actress]&lt;br /&gt;So don’t be a sucker&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give into his shit&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Dancer 1]&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be a sucker&lt;br /&gt;Love is a cock of shit&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Dancer 2]&lt;br /&gt;It’s his fantasy way&lt;br /&gt;Of whetting your clit&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lead actress]&lt;br /&gt;And if you think it’s more&lt;br /&gt;You’re as naïve as shit.&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For tell me, honey&lt;br /&gt;Wet with those words of honey&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you find it funny&lt;br /&gt;When he’s gone, you dummy&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For his prick, my dear,&lt;br /&gt;Has lost interest in you&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s mean&lt;br /&gt;But that’s the love adieu….&lt;br /&gt;(music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;[extremely fast paced]&lt;br /&gt;Love! Love!  Love!  Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love!  Love!  Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love!  Love!  Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love!  Love!  Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love!  Love!  Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! &lt;br /&gt;Love! Love!  Love!  Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love!&lt;br /&gt;Bulllshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[All together]&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be a victim?&lt;br /&gt;Then just go with him!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna get ripped up?&lt;br /&gt;Then just go with him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna lose your mind…&lt;br /&gt;Then just go with him!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because as you’re lying there&lt;br /&gt;Only thinking of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’ll be lying, lying, lying,&lt;br /&gt;Lying, Lying, Lying….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, to a man…&lt;br /&gt;Love is the penis’s whim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[a few sexy/angry dance moves--- Music Finishes]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-6038371976542913141?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/6038371976542913141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=6038371976542913141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/6038371976542913141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/6038371976542913141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-is-criminal-charge.html' title='Love... is a criminal charge'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-5135724141712504305</id><published>2010-01-16T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T09:53:51.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another tribute to Kander and Ebb... and Bob Fosse</title><content type='html'>This is "Cell Block Tango" from the film version of the musical "Chicago".  My song above owes a lot to this song in terms of 1) costume hopes, 2) dancing, and 3) inspiration.  Of course, the lyrics and beat are completely different, so don't have this song playing while trying to find the beat of the above song--- however, Chicago is one of the ten greatest musicals in my opinion, and definitely worth seeing if you haven't.  My upcoming work owes a lot to it (and to the musical Cabaret which they also did).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GoCZEmfnE-M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GoCZEmfnE-M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-5135724141712504305?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/5135724141712504305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=5135724141712504305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/5135724141712504305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/5135724141712504305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-tribute-to-kander-and-ebb-and.html' title='Another tribute to Kander and Ebb... and Bob Fosse'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-1971211742512824760</id><published>2010-01-13T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T17:58:34.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I gotta feelin'</title><content type='html'>In honor of Clarice--- who said I needed to have a song as catchy and upbeat as this one in my musical--- I will try!!!  This is the Black Eyed Peas and their song "I Gotta Feelin'"  FYI to Clarice and others, my musical, if you did not yet guess, is, in large part about overcoming homophobia in this society... I think that this is a cause that everyone should promote and fight for whether straight or gay, and goes to the heart of being a good, compassionate person.  Frankly, I couldn't imagine anything more "Christian" or frankly "decent", regardless of faith, than loving everyone and ensuring everyone is given the same rights and protection from emotional abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my own pastor said, if churches do not accept gay marriage, they are seriously jeopardizing their place in society--- because I, like many others, simply cannot see any connection between these churches' view of love and the love Jesus spoke about as documented in the Bible.  And when people preach bigotry, it's really hard for me (and others) to view them seriously on just about anything else.  So my musical will be about revealing much of this hypocrisy, but will also just be about life--- both the good and the bad--- it will have as much in common with "Chicago" as it does with "Wicked".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you read my blog I am speaking to the choir here--- and I know I owe you lots of songs here to prove to you I am only mildy insane about my goals, but I get inspired over the course of the day for various reasons-- and Clarice pumped me up today.  If you watch the video, I hope you watch the entire video.  The lone girl that dances is quite beautiful. I hope something like what happens to her happens to me.  :-P  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1aSbKvm_mKA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1aSbKvm_mKA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-1971211742512824760?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/1971211742512824760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=1971211742512824760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/1971211742512824760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/1971211742512824760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-gotta-feelin.html' title='I gotta feelin&apos;'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-4945740407994582711</id><published>2010-01-09T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T12:03:06.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe This Time</title><content type='html'>From the film version of the musical Cabaret: a must-see for anyone interested in musicals.  It is interesting that this film was done in 1972 and yet features the same themes that my musical will have...  I think Liza Minnelli is just fantastic, and the music from Kander and Ebb ("Chicago" &amp; "New York, New York") is definitely something I'm going to borrow from.  In short, this movie is inspirational to me.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought this film home for Thanksgiving for my family to see, and I was amazed when my dad started singing along to the music (truly amazed).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: I'm going to try to publish about a song a week for the next few weeks.  Some of the songs I am going to post are going to be filled with angst and some of these are going to have strong messages that I do not endorse.  I just hope that you realize these are songs for my musical, and that, as in any plot, the characters must make mistakes--- so please don't judge me or rush to my aid thinking I'm going through a rough time... it's just me writing a musical.  And by the way, thanks for reading... it may not make sense until I post the plot (maybe in February), but it helps having readers--- it keeps me motivated. So thanks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E3rkLRJ0m0k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E3rkLRJ0m0k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-4945740407994582711?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/4945740407994582711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=4945740407994582711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/4945740407994582711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/4945740407994582711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/01/maybe-this-time.html' title='Maybe This Time'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-8688049185469459456</id><published>2010-01-09T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T10:59:23.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolution</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't posted in a while. These are two of my goals for 2010:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) To write the story and lyrics for a Broadway caliber musical.  The first draft is to be finished by my birthday (July 3).  I will also, before the end of the year, be actively looking for an individual who shares its vision to partner with me in adding the music to it. I hope to have it on Broadway by 2015.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) To publish some kids poetry.  Eventually, my goal is to publish a kids book: "Know Them Through Poems: The Illustrated Book of Animals", and hopefully have a "Know Them Through Poems" series where kids learn about various subjects through rhyme.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these are two good goals for this coming year which will be fairly easy to measure.  In early July, I'll assess just how successful the musical is.  I know the Broadway by 2015 goal sounds unrealistic, but it's my goal, and I'm going to work my butt off to make it happen.  Wish me luck! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Peyton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-8688049185469459456?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/8688049185469459456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=8688049185469459456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/8688049185469459456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/8688049185469459456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolution'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-5408084727795820258</id><published>2009-12-18T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T05:24:16.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kori Bustard: Animal Poem #102</title><content type='html'>The story of the Kori Bustard&lt;br /&gt;Is of a bird who follows the great big herd&lt;br /&gt;Of all the birds he is the biggest flying bird&lt;br /&gt;But instead of people, he eats bugs&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t that absurd?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-5408084727795820258?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/5408084727795820258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=5408084727795820258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/5408084727795820258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/5408084727795820258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2009/12/kori-bustard-animal-poem-102.html' title='Kori Bustard: Animal Poem #102'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-1491747227304901670</id><published>2009-12-18T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T05:18:18.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Stop Believin'...</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Matt for making me aware of this on his blog, and to Katie, whose ringtone always cracks me up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="276"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x9d28q&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" 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href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/1491747227304901670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=1491747227304901670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/1491747227304901670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/1491747227304901670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-stop-believin.html' title='Don&apos;t Stop Believin&apos;...'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-5032741656276707448</id><published>2009-12-04T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T05:35:23.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's make Love our case</title><content type='html'>When life seems dark and strange&lt;br /&gt;And you’re told people do not change&lt;br /&gt;Read Love upon a face&lt;br /&gt;And see the power to change this place.&lt;br /&gt;I know, in any case,&lt;br /&gt;It took a lot for me to change&lt;br /&gt;So to every face in every place&lt;br /&gt;Let’s make Love our case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-5032741656276707448?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-8258041679581857824</id><published>2009-12-04T05:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T05:33:39.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog: Animal Poem #101</title><content type='html'>Everybody needs a buddy &lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs a friend &lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs somebody &lt;br /&gt;Whose love does not depend &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So when hard times are upon us &lt;br /&gt;Or unhappy tears descend &lt;br /&gt;You can always call on me &lt;br /&gt;For I will always be your friend &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs a buddy &lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs a friend &lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs somebody &lt;br /&gt;Who will be there in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as fears may come upon us &lt;br /&gt;And the clouds of doubt surround &lt;br /&gt;There's one path that’s never muddied &lt;br /&gt;It’s the peace that love has found! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs a buddy &lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs a friend &lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs somebody &lt;br /&gt;Whose compassion has no end &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So on days when life seems funny &lt;br /&gt;And when no one seems around &lt;br /&gt;Know of what your love has done for me &lt;br /&gt;So that my love now has no bounds! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs a buddy &lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs a friend &lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs somebody &lt;br /&gt;Whose love will never end &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So when hard times are upon us&lt;br /&gt;Or unhappy tears descend&lt;br /&gt;You can always call me “Buddy”&lt;br /&gt;Because you named me that, my friend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I modified a previous poem---  because when I think of dogs, I think of a "buddy" who is always by one's side.  I hope you like this modification--- if not, please let me know.  -P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-8258041679581857824?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/8258041679581857824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=8258041679581857824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/8258041679581857824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/8258041679581857824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2009/12/dog-animal-poem-101.html' title='Dog: Animal Poem #101'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-3015216391962938403</id><published>2009-11-25T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T08:56:46.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Badger: Animal Poem #100</title><content type='html'>The badger is not bad&lt;br /&gt;Don’t say that&lt;br /&gt;It makes him sad!&lt;br /&gt;For some of the best times I have had&lt;br /&gt;Have been with my badger lad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The badger is just mad&lt;br /&gt;That beavers are the fad!&lt;br /&gt;He’s jealous&lt;br /&gt;(just a tad)&lt;br /&gt;But that does not mean he’s bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For he is my favorite lad&lt;br /&gt;As furry as my dad!&lt;br /&gt;And I am always glad&lt;br /&gt;To be with&lt;br /&gt;My badger lad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-3015216391962938403?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/3015216391962938403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=3015216391962938403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/3015216391962938403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/3015216391962938403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;The jitters&lt;br /&gt;Going rat-a-tat-tat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She waited and she sat&lt;br /&gt;With her big, brown, bat&lt;br /&gt;Tightening her grip&lt;br /&gt;With every rat-a-tat-tat&lt;br /&gt;She blathered and she blithered&lt;br /&gt;“Oh come out, rat!”&lt;br /&gt;As she was quite mad&lt;br /&gt;With that big, brown, bat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day&lt;br /&gt;She bought our sixteenth cat!&lt;br /&gt;He was quite mean&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to catch fat rats&lt;br /&gt;But I remember the day&lt;br /&gt;When I heard that “splat”!&lt;br /&gt;Another cat off the roof&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen flat cats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now she had &lt;br /&gt;Had enough of cats&lt;br /&gt;The same as she had &lt;br /&gt;Had enough of rats!&lt;br /&gt;And so she sat there&lt;br /&gt;With her baseball bat&lt;br /&gt;Blathering and blithering&lt;br /&gt;“Oh come out, rat!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just then out&lt;br /&gt;Came that big, fat, rat&lt;br /&gt;Out popped her veins&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine that?&lt;br /&gt;She swung and she swung&lt;br /&gt;That baseball bat&lt;br /&gt;All around the house&lt;br /&gt;She chased that rat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She swung that bat&lt;br /&gt;Off the rack went the hats!&lt;br /&gt;She swung that bat&lt;br /&gt;Knocked the couch off the mat!&lt;br /&gt;She swung that bat&lt;br /&gt;Now our TV is flat!&lt;br /&gt;She swung that bat&lt;br /&gt;Mortal rat combat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just as she had &lt;br /&gt;Finished smashing our beds&lt;br /&gt;Afraid I was&lt;br /&gt;That my rat was dead!&lt;br /&gt;That was until &lt;br /&gt;My favorite rat&lt;br /&gt;Snuck up and gave me&lt;br /&gt;A toe love pat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now as she sits on the floor complaining&lt;br /&gt;Of how it’s cold or how it’s raining&lt;br /&gt; I’m whisked by the whiskers of my big fat rat&lt;br /&gt;For just the thought of him&lt;br /&gt;Is so entertaining!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-6193883045686718292?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/6193883045686718292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=6193883045686718292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/6193883045686718292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/6193883045686718292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2009/11/rat-animal-poem-99.html' title='Rat: Animal Poem #99'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-1332443103864994072</id><published>2009-11-23T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T19:42:56.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brown Bear: Animal Poem #98</title><content type='html'>Outside in calm and peaceful air&lt;br /&gt;There walks a very special bear&lt;br /&gt;So special we all stop and stare&lt;br /&gt;As the brown haired bear walks here&lt;br /&gt;To there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we all stop and stare?&lt;br /&gt;At the sight of this peculiar bear&lt;br /&gt;It has little to do with just the bear&lt;br /&gt;And everything to do with what&lt;br /&gt;He wears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For have you ever seen a bear&lt;br /&gt;Who walks around in underwear?&lt;br /&gt;And not just any underwear&lt;br /&gt;But bright, pink hearted,&lt;br /&gt;Underwear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For his underwear is colored white&lt;br /&gt;But bright pink hearts are really bright!&lt;br /&gt;And thus he wears those hearts so tight&lt;br /&gt;His butt is pink, and in a blink,  &lt;br /&gt;So Tight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we can’t help but sit and stare&lt;br /&gt;And wink at this pink hearted bear&lt;br /&gt;For that’s a peculiar thing he wears&lt;br /&gt;And we wonder if he says,&lt;br /&gt;“Who cares!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was until he came one day&lt;br /&gt;To the place we often sit and stay&lt;br /&gt; He looked at us in a funny way&lt;br /&gt;And he told us he had this&lt;br /&gt;To say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You there make me so antsy!&lt;br /&gt;First, I am a she not he,&lt;br /&gt;And, two, to mention, obviously,&lt;br /&gt;They’re not underwear, but my best&lt;br /&gt;Panties!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ever since we’ve called him she&lt;br /&gt;Though some still think that she’s a he&lt;br /&gt;To this you won’t hear a peep from me&lt;br /&gt;But to say pink hearts have such&lt;br /&gt;Beauty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-1332443103864994072?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/1332443103864994072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=1332443103864994072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/1332443103864994072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/1332443103864994072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2009/11/brown-bear-animal-poem-98.html' title='Brown Bear: Animal Poem #98'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-606427005179092803</id><published>2009-11-23T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T19:40:23.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ferret: Animal Poem #97</title><content type='html'>Do not even try us!&lt;br /&gt;You cannot get it by us!&lt;br /&gt;We know you have a bias!&lt;br /&gt;We can see it in your iris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see someone who’s tall&lt;br /&gt;Do you think of basketball?&lt;br /&gt;And when you see someone who’s small&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the munchkin ball?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see someone who’s black&lt;br /&gt;Do you think perhaps of rap?&lt;br /&gt;And when you see someone who’s white&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that guy’s uptight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have our perceptions&lt;br /&gt;They come without exception&lt;br /&gt;It’s a personal deception&lt;br /&gt;That has plagued us since conception!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do not even try us&lt;br /&gt;We know you have a bias&lt;br /&gt;The best we can do is try to&lt;br /&gt;Recognize each bias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For when we realize&lt;br /&gt;The first thoughts that come to mind&lt;br /&gt;Only then can we realize&lt;br /&gt;The bias in our eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For someone who is tall&lt;br /&gt;May not be good at sports at all&lt;br /&gt;And someone who is small&lt;br /&gt;May be the best at basketball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is black&lt;br /&gt;May listen to opera tracks&lt;br /&gt;And someone who is white&lt;br /&gt;On the dance floor may be “tight”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For when we get to know &lt;br /&gt;An individual&lt;br /&gt;Then we get to learn&lt;br /&gt;That looks can’t tell us all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may look like he or she&lt;br /&gt;But a personality&lt;br /&gt;Is not like a he or she&lt;br /&gt;They are as different as can be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you now can bear it&lt;br /&gt;This bias, we all wear it!&lt;br /&gt;Try to be like the ferrets&lt;br /&gt;They only judge us on our merits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-606427005179092803?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-5682518040925519476</id><published>2009-11-23T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T19:37:01.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ram: Animal Poem #96</title><content type='html'>Rams love slamming heads&lt;br /&gt;It’s the first thing they do when they get out of bed!  &lt;br /&gt;They go “WHAM!” and “BAM!” and “SLAM!”…“K’BAM!” &lt;br /&gt;It’s as though their heads were made of lead! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I once asked a ram if he needed a break &lt;br /&gt;But the ram replied that they don’t have brakes! &lt;br /&gt;He told me that when he begins his charge &lt;br /&gt;He’s energized like an electric charge! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And then I asked him of the blows he takes &lt;br /&gt;After so many blows will those big horns break?&lt;br /&gt;He looked up and said, “they will never break!”&lt;br /&gt;But then had to leave me, because, &lt;br /&gt;He had the worst headache!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-5682518040925519476?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/5682518040925519476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=5682518040925519476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/5682518040925519476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/5682518040925519476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2009/11/ram-animal-poem-96.html' title='Ram: Animal Poem #96'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-3043033263260274249</id><published>2009-11-23T19:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T19:23:46.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeti: Animal Poem #95</title><content type='html'>“Is it time to come out?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But I want to come out!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not yet!&lt;br /&gt;I’ve told you times too plenty!&lt;br /&gt;Until you finish your mom’s spaghetti!&lt;br /&gt;You are not allowed outside,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Yeti!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-3043033263260274249?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/3043033263260274249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=3043033263260274249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/3043033263260274249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/3043033263260274249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2009/11/yeti-animal-poem-95.html' title='Yeti: Animal Poem #95'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-6074416828758278666</id><published>2009-11-23T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T19:21:33.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Octopus: Animal Poem #94</title><content type='html'>One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight&lt;br /&gt;Look at my tentacles, aren’t they great?&lt;br /&gt;You are really lucky that I have just ate&lt;br /&gt;As my suckers as utensils are really first rate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! What a spectacle are my long tentacles!&lt;br /&gt;And my egg-shaped head is just exceptional!&lt;br /&gt;Yellow, brown, orange, and even types of red&lt;br /&gt;There are so many different colors I like to change my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As who is all the fuss?&lt;br /&gt;Why it’s me, the octopus! &lt;br /&gt;Who should you discuss?&lt;br /&gt;Why not me, the octopus?&lt;br /&gt;Who is venomous?&lt;br /&gt;Well, that’s me, the octopus!&lt;br /&gt;Is it bad we’re venomous?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for you, but not for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we, the octopus, use our venom as a plus&lt;br /&gt;It helps us to eat; clams taste really good to us!&lt;br /&gt;So with a jet stream, we drive strong just like a bus&lt;br /&gt;Sailing with eight arms, the ocean’s good to us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’m sure you have guessed it, but you know we’re really smart&lt;br /&gt;We are a work of art: eight arms, three hearts!&lt;br /&gt;And before you blink, I could fill your face with ink&lt;br /&gt;Because if you try to eat me, my ink is what you’ll drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excuse me now, for I really have to go&lt;br /&gt;It’s getting late, and I see little clams below&lt;br /&gt;And as you are not a sucker and won’t get stuck inside my suckers&lt;br /&gt;I will go shuck some clams; my beak loves those tasty suckers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-6074416828758278666?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/6074416828758278666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=6074416828758278666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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geeks&lt;br /&gt;Or so that’s what they say&lt;br /&gt;And if this is true&lt;br /&gt;We wouldn’t want it another way&lt;br /&gt;For if being a geek&lt;br /&gt;Is being creative when we play&lt;br /&gt;Then we’re happy being geeks&lt;br /&gt;Every single happy day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-5773686435333591853?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/5773686435333591853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=5773686435333591853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/5773686435333591853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/5773686435333591853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2009/11/goose-animal-poem-93.html' title='Goose: Animal Poem #93'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-3723990071546643644</id><published>2009-11-23T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:58:17.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying Mantis: Animal Poem #92</title><content type='html'>The men are hiding, praying&lt;br /&gt;As the women keep on slaying&lt;br /&gt;For the ladies’ hungry preying&lt;br /&gt;Keep the men all run away-ing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you praying men&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from lady beds&lt;br /&gt;As those pretty women preying&lt;br /&gt;Like to feed before egg-laying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may want to kiss her&lt;br /&gt;But if you do watch out your head&lt;br /&gt;For at the moment you do kiss her&lt;br /&gt;She may bite right off your head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just the ladies’ nature&lt;br /&gt;They say “off with all their heads”!&lt;br /&gt;But most men are just so stupid&lt;br /&gt;They keep visiting their beds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So listen to me, Mister&lt;br /&gt;I am your favorite sister!&lt;br /&gt;And I do not want to miss you&lt;br /&gt;So don’t be kissing pretty Misses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She might promise you some bliss&lt;br /&gt;At the moment of that kiss&lt;br /&gt;But before you even know it&lt;br /&gt;It’s your own head you will miss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s beautiful, but,&lt;br /&gt;She’s the one you can’t kiss!&lt;br /&gt;Watch out, boys,&lt;br /&gt;For the praying mantis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYp_Xi4AtAQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYp_Xi4AtAQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-3723990071546643644?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/3723990071546643644/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-134649552482542442</id><published>2009-11-23T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:55:07.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earthworm: Animal Poem #91</title><content type='html'>Earthworms squirm throughout the earth&lt;br /&gt;They have been squirming since their birth&lt;br /&gt;A lot of secrets they unearth&lt;br /&gt;When all they have is a lot of dirt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-134649552482542442?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/134649552482542442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-7796033985557285853</id><published>2009-11-21T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T11:07:32.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Bear: Animal Poem #90</title><content type='html'>Somewhere, far away,&lt;br /&gt;Some say there lives these bears&lt;br /&gt;With fur as black as coal&lt;br /&gt;But a beauty pure and fair&lt;br /&gt;Some say all be aware&lt;br /&gt;Of what is happening to these bears&lt;br /&gt;There is a horrible disease&lt;br /&gt;And it’s killing many bears!&lt;br /&gt;We may not have a cure&lt;br /&gt;But we have the smarts and wares&lt;br /&gt;If only we just cared&lt;br /&gt;We could save these good black bears!&lt;br /&gt;So though you may never meet one&lt;br /&gt;And they live so far away&lt;br /&gt;Some black bears need your help&lt;br /&gt;Do you care about these bears?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-7796033985557285853?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/7796033985557285853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=7796033985557285853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/7796033985557285853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/7796033985557285853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2009/11/black-bear-animal-poem-90.html' title='Black Bear: Animal Poem #90'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-8260549245098148788</id><published>2009-11-21T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T19:11:19.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Komodo Dragon: Animal Poem #89</title><content type='html'>Leathery scales from head to tail&lt;br /&gt;And a dignified black snout&lt;br /&gt;Curly claws on massive paws&lt;br /&gt;And sharp teeth within that snout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see him, take refuge!&lt;br /&gt;For this lizard is real huge!&lt;br /&gt;He’s really big, like &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;big&lt;br /&gt;Just one bite can kill a pig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s as though a wizard &lt;br /&gt;Made a lizard&lt;br /&gt;But this lizard is no myth!&lt;br /&gt;He’s just the biggest lizard of all&lt;br /&gt;Of the greatest length and greatest width!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from his snout&lt;br /&gt;A tongue is sprung&lt;br /&gt;It’s fork-like as two prongs&lt;br /&gt;It’s sticky strong&lt;br /&gt;And really long&lt;br /&gt;As in over one foot long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He points his head into the air&lt;br /&gt;To prove he doesn’t care&lt;br /&gt;For he knows he’s cool&lt;br /&gt;Has lizard rule&lt;br /&gt;Is sharp and debonair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A leathery neck, black eyes to check&lt;br /&gt;If animals grace the scene&lt;br /&gt;His saliva will not keep you alive&lt;br /&gt;It’s poisonous and it’s mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For just a bite will kill all right!&lt;br /&gt;Bad bacteria in every bite!&lt;br /&gt;And if you die out of his sight&lt;br /&gt;He’ll smell you in the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that’s okay, it’s just his way&lt;br /&gt;All animals have to eat&lt;br /&gt;And as his tail has massive sway&lt;br /&gt;He crawls to dragon beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so he crawls, and so he moves&lt;br /&gt;To the beat of the Komodo groove&lt;br /&gt;So move to the groove, I do approve&lt;br /&gt;Of the bandwagon of the Komodo dragon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-8260549245098148788?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/8260549245098148788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=8260549245098148788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/8260549245098148788'/><link 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does and sees&lt;br /&gt;As she sees a whole lot living high in the trees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up in those trees, Suzi sees&lt;br /&gt;Okapi, topi, and manatees!&lt;br /&gt;And she’s hears a lot of “thanks” and “please”&lt;br /&gt;Though monkeys are not as polite as chimpanzees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She jumps around and she swings around&lt;br /&gt;She is glad of all the things she’s found!&lt;br /&gt;In school she learns how to make new tools&lt;br /&gt;And with her friends she studies frogs that drool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in those trees, Suzi swings &lt;br /&gt;She swings as though she came with wings!&lt;br /&gt;One-handed, huge leaps, amazing things!&lt;br /&gt;As chimpanzees are like trapezes--- swinging to them is soooo easy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after each amazing day&lt;br /&gt;Suzi thinks of what she did that day&lt;br /&gt;And whether it caused her fright or glee&lt;br /&gt;She writes about it in her diary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Suzi sees so many things&lt;br /&gt;You can’t help but see as a chimpanzee!&lt;br /&gt;And that’s why she likes her diary&lt;br /&gt;It’s a place to express all her curiosity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before she rests to get her zzzzs&lt;br /&gt;She opens up that diary&lt;br /&gt;And writes some words just like these:&lt;br /&gt;“This chimpanzee does not like cheese!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-8658009702972426095?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/8658009702972426095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=8658009702972426095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;br /&gt;Is a fish &lt;br /&gt;On a mission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To save&lt;br /&gt;The human race&lt;br /&gt;From its own volition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now&lt;br /&gt;Gather around&lt;br /&gt;And listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a message&lt;br /&gt;More powerful&lt;br /&gt;Than nuclear fission!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love! Love! Love! Love! Love!&lt;br /&gt;All you really need is Love!&lt;br /&gt;Love! Love! Love! Love! Love!&lt;br /&gt;Say it again!&lt;br /&gt;Just Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love your friends and family&lt;br /&gt;Love your neighbors too&lt;br /&gt;Love can’t be a stranger&lt;br /&gt;When there’s so much Love in you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the crocodiles&lt;br /&gt;Love the fishes too&lt;br /&gt;Spread your Love for miles&lt;br /&gt;So the earth is happy too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love! Love! Love! Love! Love!&lt;br /&gt;All you really need is Love!&lt;br /&gt;Love! Love! Love! Love! Love!&lt;br /&gt;Say it again!&lt;br /&gt;Just Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time a human litters&lt;br /&gt;A neon fish loses a bit of its glitter&lt;br /&gt;And each time one over-fishes&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye to ocean riches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time human love doesn’t show up&lt;br /&gt;The blowfish wants to throw up!&lt;br /&gt;But one can’t, so until we grow up&lt;br /&gt;The blowfish has to blow up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let’s respect our friends and family&lt;br /&gt;Let’s respect the earth we have&lt;br /&gt;For each time the blowfish blows up&lt;br /&gt;That makes a blowfish sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s listen to her mission&lt;br /&gt;And have a new volition&lt;br /&gt;To Love this earth we live in&lt;br /&gt;And make Love the human mission!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love! Love! Love! Love! Love!&lt;br /&gt;All we really need is Love!&lt;br /&gt;Love! Love! Love! Love! Love!&lt;br /&gt;Say it every day:&lt;br /&gt;Just LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a blowfish is on a race&lt;br /&gt;To save our human race&lt;br /&gt;And if we don’t listen to her mission&lt;br /&gt;We may lose this earth, our place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let’s listen to her mission&lt;br /&gt;And save the human race&lt;br /&gt;LOVE the earth! Our friends! Our family! &lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to live in outer space!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-8445977775183530979?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/8445977775183530979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=8445977775183530979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/8445977775183530979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/8445977775183530979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2009/11/blowfish-animal-poem-87.html' title='Blowfish: Animal Poem #87'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-5793699766908755383</id><published>2009-11-18T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T18:49:22.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viper: Animal Poem #86</title><content type='html'>Over there and yonder&lt;br /&gt;Where the tree line meets the clover&lt;br /&gt;And the neighbors’ dog named Rover&lt;br /&gt;Likes to knock over the roses&lt;br /&gt;A nasty, rancid odor&lt;br /&gt;Of the type most malodorous&lt;br /&gt;Is reaching for our noses&lt;br /&gt;And its grip just won’t ignore us!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Phew! and Eww! and Oooh!&lt;br /&gt;It smells a lot like poo!&lt;br /&gt;What is one to do&lt;br /&gt;With a smell like stinky shoes?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And so the village gathered&lt;br /&gt;All the girls and all the boys&lt;br /&gt;They came with great ideas&lt;br /&gt;But we spoke in quiet voice&lt;br /&gt;We debated, but decided&lt;br /&gt;On an idea both right and true&lt;br /&gt;We would write her mother&lt;br /&gt;To repel that smell like poo!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We tried to be decorous &lt;br /&gt;To be gentle in our views&lt;br /&gt;But the smell was so odorous&lt;br /&gt;That we had to break the news!&lt;br /&gt;So after much discussion&lt;br /&gt;We had an idea to put to use&lt;br /&gt;And so we thus did write her:&lt;br /&gt;“Baby viper needs a diaper!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-5793699766908755383?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/5793699766908755383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=5793699766908755383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/5793699766908755383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/5793699766908755383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2009/11/viper-animal-poem-86.html' title='Viper: Animal Poem #86'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-5341296271290941528</id><published>2009-11-16T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T18:09:06.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wombat: Animal Poem #85</title><content type='html'>Wombat butt!&lt;br /&gt;Wombat butt!&lt;br /&gt;Rock hard &lt;br /&gt;As a coconut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open door!&lt;br /&gt;Close it shut!&lt;br /&gt;The butt’s the door&lt;br /&gt;For the wombat hut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hut! Hut! Hut!&lt;br /&gt;Wombat butt!&lt;br /&gt;Hut! Hut! Hut!&lt;br /&gt;Wombat butt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it’s 4th and Goal&lt;br /&gt;You know what’s up?&lt;br /&gt;The call of the play&lt;br /&gt;Of the wombat butt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dingoes go to the wombat hut&lt;br /&gt;Because they like to chew on wombat guts&lt;br /&gt;But the hole to the hut’s been specially cut&lt;br /&gt;Just the size of a wombat’s butt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though dingoes have canine teeth&lt;br /&gt;The wombat butt’s too hard to eat!&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the shell of a coconut&lt;br /&gt;Even harder is that wombat butt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the dingoes come to eat&lt;br /&gt;The butt’s the door those dingoes meet&lt;br /&gt;And if one knocks the butt might greet&lt;br /&gt;With a knockout butt and a knockout beat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A butt to the face&lt;br /&gt;Puts dingoes in their place!&lt;br /&gt;A butt to the face&lt;br /&gt;Is like a dingo mace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A butt to the face&lt;br /&gt;Not allowed in this place!&lt;br /&gt;A butt to the face&lt;br /&gt;Go away dingo face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you know of the strongest butt&lt;br /&gt;I’m referring to the wombat’s butt!&lt;br /&gt;For wombat’s butts are hard and tough&lt;br /&gt;They act just like a door slammed shut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you see the wombat strut&lt;br /&gt;With a butt as hard as a coconut&lt;br /&gt;Know that is one cocky strut&lt;br /&gt;For a wombat is proud of a wombat butt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-5341296271290941528?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/5341296271290941528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=5341296271290941528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/5341296271290941528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/5341296271290941528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2009/11/wombat-animal-poem-85.html' title='Wombat: Animal Poem #85'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-5855018001411062114</id><published>2009-11-16T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T18:05:05.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly: Animal Poem #84</title><content type='html'>Butterflies &lt;br /&gt;Are the flowers of the sky&lt;br /&gt;Their wings are petals&lt;br /&gt;They bring life to where they settle&lt;br /&gt;They pollinate,&lt;br /&gt;Which means new flowers they create&lt;br /&gt;Their beauty’s great&lt;br /&gt;It’s joy they thus create.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies &lt;br /&gt;Have a power in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;They stretch for freedom&lt;br /&gt;They are bright without disguise&lt;br /&gt;With those antennas&lt;br /&gt;They have all of my attention&lt;br /&gt;For in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Beauty is a butterfly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-5855018001411062114?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/5855018001411062114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-5016611016709299384</id><published>2009-11-14T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T11:08:03.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pony: Animal Poem #83</title><content type='html'>Have you met&lt;br /&gt;Anyone&lt;br /&gt;As fortunate as me?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Not me!”&lt;br /&gt;“Not I!”&lt;br /&gt;“You’re one lucky pony!”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Have you met&lt;br /&gt;Anyone&lt;br /&gt;Who is richer than me?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Not me!”&lt;br /&gt;“Not I!”&lt;br /&gt;“You’re one wealthy pony!”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No, I don’t have gold&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t have cash&lt;br /&gt;No, I don’t have silver&lt;br /&gt;Nor a secret stash!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don’t have money&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t have dimes&lt;br /&gt;I am one broke pony&lt;br /&gt;Who is broke all the time!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And yet&lt;br /&gt;I bet&lt;br /&gt;You have never met&lt;br /&gt;A pony as lucky as me!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For you see&lt;br /&gt;What I lack&lt;br /&gt;I get a billion times back&lt;br /&gt;From the riches in the love&lt;br /&gt;Of my friends and family!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And a love that comes&lt;br /&gt;From my friends and family&lt;br /&gt;Is worth all the gold in the world&lt;br /&gt;It’s invaluable, but free!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-5016611016709299384?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/5016611016709299384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=5016611016709299384' title='0 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#82</title><content type='html'>Eat lots and lots and lots of cake&lt;br /&gt;As long as you don't have to bake!&lt;br /&gt;But know what’s in that fluffy dough&lt;br /&gt;I heard in cakes there lives a snake!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Drake the snake did not mistake&lt;br /&gt;The day he woke within a cake&lt;br /&gt;Most snakes partake in rats and mice&lt;br /&gt;But Drake the snake prefers good cake!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He hides within each fluffy cake&lt;br /&gt;Each flavor gives him happy shakes&lt;br /&gt;Of every model, of every make&lt;br /&gt;He loves to eat; he loves those cakes!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So before you stick a plastic fork&lt;br /&gt;Into a “Happy Birthday” cake&lt;br /&gt;Look out for that fork-like tongue&lt;br /&gt;Drake the snake hides in those cakes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-8438454466499697589?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-8026682652897714446</id><published>2009-11-14T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T10:58:55.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea Anemone: Animal Poem #81</title><content type='html'>Don’t be my enemy&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Sea anemone!&lt;br /&gt;Just be my friend&lt;br /&gt;I am nice and friendly!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At every single party&lt;br /&gt;You’re always in one place!&lt;br /&gt;I ask you to come dance&lt;br /&gt;But it’s hard to read your face!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You wave those funny tentacles&lt;br /&gt;When I just want to snuggle!&lt;br /&gt;I hope one day eventually&lt;br /&gt;A smile I might smuggle!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But, nope, you just wave those arms&lt;br /&gt;And tell me manly things&lt;br /&gt;I know of sports you’re really smart&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to be daring!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For how can you say you’re really fun&lt;br /&gt;Always sitting on that bun?&lt;br /&gt;I can’t imagine how much fun&lt;br /&gt;One could have upon one’s bun!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So come on now and dance with me!&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Sea anemone!&lt;br /&gt;Dance and shake your body free!&lt;br /&gt;Fun is a bun on a shaking spree!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But no? You still won’t dance with me?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Sea Anemone&lt;br /&gt;One day I hope you’ll dance with me&lt;br /&gt;I’m a lady---Not your enemy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-8026682652897714446?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/8026682652897714446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=8026682652897714446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/8026682652897714446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/8026682652897714446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2009/11/sea-anemone-animal-poem-81.html' title='Sea Anemone: Animal Poem #81'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-1173664338379659352</id><published>2009-11-11T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T18:50:02.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My door is open...</title><content type='html'>My door is open&lt;br /&gt;To camels and llamas&lt;br /&gt;To chimpanzee mommas&lt;br /&gt;And beavers with problems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My door is open&lt;br /&gt;To aye-ayes in trees&lt;br /&gt;To snakes without knees&lt;br /&gt;And bugs that eat pee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My door is open&lt;br /&gt;To heavyweight whales&lt;br /&gt;To ugly brown snails&lt;br /&gt;And shower-less males!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My door is open&lt;br /&gt;To kittens and puppies&lt;br /&gt;To tadpoles and guppies&lt;br /&gt;And even some yuppies!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My door is open&lt;br /&gt;To all sorts of critters&lt;br /&gt;To those that cause jitters&lt;br /&gt;Or poop in the litter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all&lt;br /&gt;It’s open to you&lt;br /&gt;For as my dear friend&lt;br /&gt;I truly love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In September, I started exclusively writing animal poems, because I realized that my "serious" poems can hurt people I deeply care about. It doesn't matter if one is the greatest artist in the world, if one doesn't have friends, that person doesn't have much of anything. For the record, to those I have said I love, or to those who believe I love them, I still love you--- I don't stop loving people, it's probably impossible for me to do so--- the people I love I love for a strong reason--- acceptance, friendship, support, xoxo, just the fact that they truly care about me and I care about them, or that their influence helped change my life... it's not just emotional... it's more than that... there is something strong I have gained from my relationships--- over the past year or two alone I have matured dramatically as a person, and much of it's because of my friends and family.  Anyway, I want to save the "thank you" friends post for a later date... but I am truly grateful for my friends (and family), and given very recent information I felt compelled to write this now.  Every night, as in, about an hour from now, I always pray--- you know me, I believe in God--- and well, I always, always, always focus on the people I love, and I don't think anything has ever comforted me as much as knowing that I am not alone in this world, because good people have entered or are currently in my life, and these are the people I get my hope and inspiration from.  Seriously, if I am ever in a down mood, I say inside "I love ____" and this really picks me up.  I am grateful for the community of people who have given me their love and support... truly grateful for you. Thanks. :-)     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Peyton   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We go back to back to back when the wolves attack&lt;br /&gt;Because we know back to back to back is how we send them back"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-1173664338379659352?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/1173664338379659352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=1173664338379659352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/1173664338379659352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/1173664338379659352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-door-is-open.html' title='My door is open...'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-3979948799975219077</id><published>2009-11-11T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T06:02:34.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thank You To Our Veterans</title><content type='html'>This month I would like to post about some people I am truly grateful for.  Today, on veterans' day, I offer huge thanks to the veterans of our country. I personally owe a huge debt to those who have fought for my freedom... my freedom to be safe, my freedom to be happy, my freedom to even write this silly poetry.  I offer the greatest thanks to disabled veterans-- words cannot describe my debt to you.  Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following song is entitled "I Saw What I Saw" by Sara Groves.  I believe the video is a poignant tribute to our men and women who have served or are currently serving in the armed forces.  To those veterans I personally know (although I don't know if you read this blog), a big and special thank you to you.  And for those who have died for our country, I will be thinking of your sacrifice today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k5vKKAGttC4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k5vKKAGttC4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I saw what I saw and I can't forget it&lt;br /&gt;I heard what I heard and I can't go back&lt;br /&gt;I know what I know and I can't deny it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something on the road, cut me to the soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your pain has changed me&lt;br /&gt;your dream inspires&lt;br /&gt;your face a memory&lt;br /&gt;your hope a fire&lt;br /&gt;your courage asks me what I'm afraid of&lt;br /&gt;(what I am made of)&lt;br /&gt;and what I know of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've done what we've done and we can't erase it&lt;br /&gt;we are what we are and it's more than enough&lt;br /&gt;we have what we have but it's no substitution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something on the road, touched my very soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say what I say with no hesitation&lt;br /&gt;I have what I have and I'm giving it up&lt;br /&gt;I do what I do with deep conviction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something on the road, changed my world"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-3979948799975219077?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/3979948799975219077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-3155146194739542524</id><published>2009-11-08T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T11:32:59.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spider: Animal Poem #80</title><content type='html'>No insect is wiser than the spider&lt;br /&gt;She is tricky with that very sticky web&lt;br /&gt;You may think you are flying right by her&lt;br /&gt;But before you know it you are stuck within her web!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That icky, sticky, silky, spider web&lt;br /&gt;Is not the place you want to call your bed!&lt;br /&gt;For it’s sticky, and it’s icky, and it’s tricky&lt;br /&gt;Before you know it there’s a spider in that bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That spider web is truly beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Miles of thread woven has a magic pull&lt;br /&gt;But no matter if your life is plain or dull&lt;br /&gt;It won’t get better in a web that’s magical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For not all beauty is meant to be seen&lt;br /&gt;And if you get stuck, you’ll know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;A spider’s web is meant to catch dummies&lt;br /&gt;And if a dummy, you’ll feel crummy and be yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do not be the very yummy fly!&lt;br /&gt;Do not sing my dummy lullaby!&lt;br /&gt;For no insect is wiser than a spider&lt;br /&gt;The last words of the last great house-fly writer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-3155146194739542524?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/3155146194739542524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-4863923017147054546</id><published>2009-11-08T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T11:09:37.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frog: Animal Poem #79</title><content type='html'>On an early morning jog&lt;br /&gt;I ran into a fog&lt;br /&gt;As black as black gunpowder&lt;br /&gt;And as thick as Boston chowder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a lonely sob&lt;br /&gt;My heart began to throb&lt;br /&gt;For if the sound was from a slob&lt;br /&gt;It was a very lovely slob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hastened up my jog&lt;br /&gt;Ran straight into the bog&lt;br /&gt;Fell over a big log&lt;br /&gt;It hurt… so now &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;sobbed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then it came again&lt;br /&gt;Resounding from that log&lt;br /&gt;“Rib-bit” “Rib-bit” again!&lt;br /&gt;Ripped my heart that “Rib-bit” sob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man of all my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Was hiding near that log!&lt;br /&gt;I could not see in foggy cream&lt;br /&gt;So I snorted as a hog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is when he came&lt;br /&gt;Out hopping to my side&lt;br /&gt;“Rib-bit”, “Rib-bit” again&lt;br /&gt;My dream-man is a frog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117172318883294648-4863923017147054546?l=streetsavoirware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/feeds/4863923017147054546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117172318883294648&amp;postID=4863923017147054546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/4863923017147054546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117172318883294648/posts/default/4863923017147054546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetsavoirware.blogspot.com/2009/11/frog-animal-poem-79.html' title='Frog: Animal Poem #79'/><author><name>Peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11917829855792991482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-N-NbpjT3A/SiqkOsvE_WI/AAAAAAAADjY/tcCb1g2L0EI/S220/100_3284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117172318883294648.post-1898642753196545915</id><published>2009-11-08T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T10:24:02.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mongoose: Animal Poem #78</title><content type='html'>The snakes are on the loose&lt;br /&gt;So call on the mongoose&lt;br /&gt;As she is quick and loose&lt;br /&gt;She will give those snakes the boot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For we all have to root&lt;br /&gt;For the very brave mongoose&lt;br /&gt;As she is strong and brave&lt;br /&gt;We made mistakes, but she forgave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, we birds were bad&lt;br /&gt;It made the mongoose very sad&lt;br /&gt;We were not quite honest&lt;br /&gt;If not honest, what’s a promise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially, with all she gives&lt;br /&gt;And the way she bravely lives&lt;br /&gt;So when those snakes came in&lt;br /&gt;We were afraid--- how could we live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because to our friend, the mongoose&lt;br /&gt;We told her a white lie&lt;br /&gt;We told her we weren’t friends&lt;br /&gt;So that for her we wouldn’t cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know of what she does?&lt;br /&gt;Fighting snakes for us?&lt;br /&gt;If the snakes someday defeat her&lt;br /&gt;We break to teary rivers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the snakes came in&lt;br /&gt;We were sad of what we said!&lt;br /&gt;For though we love our buddy&lt;br /&gt;Snakes eat birds like us in bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, our mongoose came&lt;br /&gt;She forgave to save our butts&lt;br /&gt;And though we couldn’t believe it&lt;br /&gt;She kicked all those bad snakes’ butts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said “no sir!” to a cobra&lt;br /&gt;And then bit him on the head&lt;br /&gt;She said “bye sir!” to a viper&lt;br /&gt;And then bit his tail bright red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said “hi you” to my friend&lt;br /&gt;And hugged him really tight&lt;br /&gt;She said “howdy” and hugged me&lt;br /&gt;So that my face burned reddish bright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one can give and give&lt;br /&gt;And be strong and be real brave&lt;br /&gt;But until one can forgive&lt;br /&gt;One cannot be mongoose brave!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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