All good soldiers crack like boulders The sun climbs up to a razor Violins, new boots and numbers on a chain All good soldiers All good soldiers Fall
on the downs, oh please do come they say Rugger is the tops, a game for men they say, they say, good God they say I'm punting, I'm beagling, I'm wining
Work to keep from gettin' jerked Changin' some ways To way back in the better days Raw metaphysically bold Never followed a code Still dropped the load Never question," What I am?" God
SAM: I DON?T KNOW. SCENE FOUR PART 3 ? AUDITIONS ROOM. SCENE OPENS WITH GIRL ONSTAGE PLAYING VIOLIN, AND SAM IS FALLING, BUT CARLY IS ASLEEP. SCENE FOUR
Jean (Sizzla)] Welcome to the East! "Oh my God" "When the East is in the house" sometimes I ask myself will the violence ever cease "Oh my God" (You
at the sun, again Swooping swallows chased by violins again Strafed by Strauss they sulk in crumbling eaves again Oh God Oh God not again Aperitifs
Verse 2) While you cut school cause you ain't feel to good I cut school cause my cuts ain't heal to good the wall of physical abuse my mind escapes through
: (as over-sized file folders emerge) Unngh! I'm good! oh God I'm good! harder! faster! unngh! unngh! this is terrific! boy, I need it so bad... Harry
ass outrageous, Up in the club you could spot her a Dalmatian Say she found God, but to me she found Satan She only gettin' hotter What's good with the
. And my nose been broke so often I might lose it if I sneeze. And, son, you say you still wanna be a winner? My spine is short three vertebrae and my hip is
all good soldiers crack like boulders, the sun climbs up to a razor, violins, new boots, and numbers on a chain, all good soldiers all good soldiers fall
Music by Benny Goodman, Jimmy Mundy, & Charlie Christian Lyric by Alan Paul The jam is jumpin' the drums are pumpin' the groove is lockin' in the rhythm
I love to hear the violin, love to hear the keystroke, love to hear trumpet play Thank God for music, ain't much more that I can say, thank God for music, thank God
' some ways To way back in the better days Raw metaphysically bold Never followed a code Still dropped a load Never question what I am God knows
early morning sun treats Sunset level, suprise sunrises, hell Lay on the couch, while I clip your toenails Dreams of peaches and cream steam secret spells Soft spoken gospel, Barry White acapell Violin, good
this talented man from then on samuel would be allowed within the home of the master who warned him: it is one thing to please a crowd but it is another
