• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• And - Waterdeep
• And - Ambrosia
• And - King Missile
• And - Headstones
• And - A Chorus Line soundtrack
• And - Heiruspecs
• And - Abacabb

I am haunted by my love for comparison
My fascination with a single common theme
And I am hounded by the fear that I might be losing it
Slipping from reality into dream
When my mind is muddled by the way it seems to work
I start looking for just one connecting Force
Someone to assure me we that didn't lose the war today
That the battle's General's still riding on his horse
In the mornings when I pray, I've often come to You with dreams
Little bits of power that I can't comprehend
And sometimes I can keep my eyes unclosed for long enough
To see the blowing of a distant steady Wind
The distance doesn't take too long for You to cover it
And when You reach me, You just blow these things apart
You clear the crowd that's gathered 'round the crisis of my soul
And whisper to my suffocating heart
And is the juice of the joints of the motion of life
And is the love that is between God and his beautiful wife
And has two hands and two feet and a long, lovely side
And rose three days after he was crucified
So You're the Force of gravity that I feel pulling at my feet
You're the Fuel at the center of the sun
And, it's your Ghost that fills the atmosphere with what we need to breathe
And, everything I've ever wondered, You're the one
Both my hands are stained with blood
And both my lips are stained with tears
From when I kissed the widow of the man I killed
And, yet You're asking me to swallow Your forgivness here today

But if you can want love, you can hide
All the memories inside
And it won't take more than you can give
Just to find a way to live
And as soon as you can look around

And then and then and so and life and see and look I mean like me and feel
and fly and go i mean like you and where and who and how and there and why
and so what
(various noises)
and now and no and yeah and uhh and so i mean like you now and stop and stay

Can we piece it together
Simply want it to work
Right where it's severed
And we can conserve
Well it holds down neatly
Everything that it serves
It belongs to us now
no longer needs to be nursed
Let's not find the weakness
push the bruise
What good would it do
It belongs to us now
We can endure
No televisions
No longer needs to be cured
And when we define it
it seems to conclude
It's right where we find it
It's right beside you
Let's not drag out the details salt the wound
Let's not find the weakness push the bruise

Bobby:
Well, to begin with, I come from this quasi-middle-upper or upper-middle class, family-type-home. I could never figure out which but it was real boring. I mean, we had money - but no taste. You know the kind of house - Astroturf on the patio? Anyway my mother had a lot of card parties and was one of the foremost bridge cheaters in America. My father worked for this big corporation. They used to send him out into the field a lot - to drink. Better that than to find him lying on his office floor… But he was okay… I was the strange one.
Zach:
How strange?
Bobby:
Real, real strange. I used to love to give garage recitals. BIZARRE recitals. This one time I was doing Frankenstein as a musicale and I spray-painted this kid silver - all over. They had to rush him to the hospital. 'Cause he had that thing when your pores can't breathe… He lived 'cause luckily I didn't paint the soles of his feet. And… (He goes into pantomime)
Richie:
And….
What if I'm next?
What if I'm next?
What am I gonna do?
I haven't got a clue.
I gotta think of something.
What does he want?
What does he want?
Stories from the past.
I better find one fast.
Maggie, Greg, Bebe, Richie, Val, Paul
What should I say?
What can I tell him?
Bobby:
(Out of pantomime, spoken) As I got older I kept getting stranger and stranger, I to go down to this Busy intersection near my house rush hour and direct traffic. I just wanted To see if anybody'd notice me. That's when I started breaking people's houses -- oh, I didn't steal anything --just re-arrange their furniture. And… (He goes into pantomime)
Val:
And…
Orphan at three,
Orphan at three.
Mother and dad both gone.
Raised by a sweet ex-con.
Tied up and raped at seven.
Seriously!
Seriously!
Nothing too obscene!
I'd better keep it clean
Don, Connie, Sheila, Richie, Val, Diana:
What should I say?
What can I tell him?
Bobby:
(Out of pantomime, spoken) School? You wanna hear about school? I went to P.S. Shit. See, I was the kind of kid that was always getting slammed into lockers and stuff like that. Not only by students -- by the teachers too. Oh and I hated sports, hated sports. And sports were very big. I mean, it was jock city, but I didn't make one team. See I couldn't catch a ball if it had Elmer's Glue on it. And didn't my father have to be this big ex-football hero, he was so humiliated, he didn't know what to tell his friends. So he told 'em all I had polio. On father's day I'd to limp for him. (He demonstrates) And…. (He goes into pantomime)
Judy:
And….
God, I'm a wreck.
God, I'm a wreck.
I don't know where to start.
I'm gonna fall apart.
Where are my childhood memories?
Who were the boys?
What were my toys?
Gone beyond recall!
And why am I so tall?!!
What should I say?
Val, Richie, Maggie, Connie, Judy, Diana, Mike
What can I tell him?
Judy:
And….
Connie and Maggie:
And….
Richie
And….
Val and Diana:
And….
Bobby
(out of pantomime, spoken) And my mother kept saying: 'If you don't stop setting your brother on fire, we're going to have to send you away.' And I was always thinking up these spectacular ways how to kill myself. But then I realized -- to commit suicide in Buffalo is redundant!

[Verse 1: Felix] In the end you'll find there's nothing wrong You just listen a bit too close You got too comfortable You know who hits the most Without a doubt in any city anywhere we rip it live See if you can ride I do provide a service You can tell me if it's worth it Step on stage and rookie MCs get nervous Rhythm always perfect man we never really had a choice Solid foundation For voice Keep it moist it's always been a dream We've been thrown more curves than a formula one team Consistently stiffing competition On a mission rock blowing up spots Record sales Dick size Marketing Beef Underground mainstream All comic relief Yo the platinum holes all up in the ride You still get criticized Try to make myself wise to the process Slide through the movements Glide through the nonsense Make the improvements Check myself harder than an NHL game I'm not hotter than flame But at the same time who the hell are you I'm not the best at what i do but its cool Hip hop's without a rule book but yo it's got rules This shit's not for fools
[Verse 2: Muad'Dib] Consult a user guide when you decide to use a mic It's suicide to do otherwise since you be stupefied And dumbfounded without no doubt so don't speak you're so weak Go home, b
[Felix] You're like phone beep pecking that shit don't hurt I can break you style down man that shit don't work You can say that we're some jerks and know thats its true But we're better than you
[Maud'Dib] No can do i told you that crew would go back through The looking glass booking fast With no damn clue They be so scared and unprepared For tongue flaring affairs I won fair and square

I have not felt this much energy since I left the surface the sun.
This is a torrent of bile and stomach acid.
This is a rain of blood.