DRAMA I should have known that after the veil awaited another veil covered with the touch of millions of hands which suffered from too much clapping. Laughing or Crying the clown on the stage. The footlights, the boxes, the orchestra pit. The stalls in the middle for the best company. The lines and the verses. Monologues, dialogues, the cues, the alas, the director with sweaty hands reaches for them last. The audience, the little girl, the lolly-pop and the braids. My mother is not there, my love overspilt has found a nest in the middle of the stage. They laugh and they cry as my life passes by. Spectators, recreators of the unending charicature of my part. The curtain never seems to fall. Tony, August'95 If you want to leave a message in my guestbook or view what others have left, click below: This page has been visited times. If you want to download the song you're listening to right now, click on Pretty Good Year
DRAMA
Laughing or Crying the clown on the stage. The footlights, the boxes, the orchestra pit. The stalls in the middle for the best company.
The lines and the verses. Monologues, dialogues, the cues, the alas, the director with sweaty hands reaches for them last.
The audience, the little girl, the lolly-pop and the braids. My mother is not there, my love overspilt has found a nest in the middle of the stage.
They laugh and they cry as my life passes by. Spectators, recreators of the unending charicature of my part.
The curtain never seems to fall.
If you want to download the song you're listening to right now, click on Pretty Good Year
