Music Circus
Music circus is an American theatrical form begun in Lambertville, New Jersey, by St. John Terrell in 1949. Established as summer stock, the new theatre venues primarily housed light operas and operettas, produced in the round, under a circus-style big top.
History
Actor and adventurer St. John Terrell was born in Chicago, Illinois. He started in show business with a carnival act and later starred on the radio show Jack Armstrong, All American Boy. Referred to as "Sinjun", he served in the Philippines with the USO. When a visiting touring company of an Irving Berlin musical needed performing space, Terrell suggested bulldozing a large pit for a stage in the center and audience on sloping and rising seating all around covered by a tent. This became the genesis to his original New Jersey Music Circus in 1949. Although rejected by the USO, he used his back pay, war bonds and loans after the war, to do it himself. Inspired by Greek amphitheaters, audience members sat in folding chairs no further back than 15 or 16 rows. Although a full orchestra was used, the sets were simple and low to keep sight lines clear. Props were carried on and off by stagehands, in clear view, running up and down aisles. Within 8 years, 30 separate canvas-topped theatres had opened in the US.
My Music
[Psycho Les]
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Twist that baby up in here
[Armaretta]
'Ey yo Big Psych
[Psycho Les]
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[Armaretta]
get on the mic and rock the M.I.C.
[Psycho Les]
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when it comes to the green we got hell up
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heavy rotation like a propeller
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never heard before
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(art-core) (art-core) (art-core) (art-core)
yo, yo next up
[Armaretta]
yo I believe that's me
[Psycho Les]
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[Armaretta]
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spittin'
host to your cat man, as long being tapped man
in the club my niggaz never left me
go be getting out with knives cuz security ain't
checking
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hot licks no ice, everything look right
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build and see life's about getting paid
about getting laid, at the hard getting sprayed
BK build up, white fox silled up
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six hundred a crib
now who's next
[Problemz]
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passing the tree to Armaretta ripping it constantly
I specialize in distributing raw sixteens, tokem faries
sending emcees out the frame
like pigeons of my x-game
intoxicated demon over skeemon
only hit the key to club jumping
niggaz in there trucks dumping
mammis look that jump and then they truck humping
jumping in my whip
all on my dick
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jump on her producers
hit the exit, the tunes is dumb soft
my lungs cough
opens allergies and metaphoric
parafurnelly or lyrically taking care of you
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alias capping camons with the flif up in your feelings
be easy and fall back like an extra
and don't be extra, or catch extras
and see your extra large fitted
whenever I spit it automaticly
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next up
(Work that shit, that shit baby
Problemoz, Armaretta, Big Psych
Bounce, just bounce, come on bounce
that's my music, that's my music
come on that's my music
hip hop that's my music)