Monday, June 28, 2004

The Lyricist Sings of the much less than "one thousand" (applicants)


SUNG TO THE MELODY FROM "EVITA"
3. ON THIS NIGHT OF A THOUSAND STARS


[CHE-ME SPEAK-SINGS THE INTRO]

SOME PEOPLE COMPLAIN: ...
"What's happened to this blog-space?"
... "Has Veritas been smoking weed?"

"Analysis gone! ... It's crazy Broadway re-writes!"
("She was our clear-eyed 'bitch,'
from the time they hit Keene.")

... "Would the Broadway singers GET OUT?!?
These Broad-way sing-ers...

[SPOKEN] "Lyricist" ... Who is he?
[SUNG]Who has the distinction of being the first
man to
use this form to ... (Fill in this blank space.)


[THE LYRICIST SINGS THE SONG]
Who told you ... there's ... a ... "thousand stars?"
Don't look now ... there's just three ninety-eight.
They've been falling like Chinese with SARS.
They don't like their fate.

In the GLOW ... OF ... THEIR ... video lights ...
where they sought im-mor--tal--i-ty ...
Then signed away ... all ... their... video rights ...
to the powers ... that be.

[BRIDGE]
They never dreamed Cutler would ... cloak his eyes with his hood,
and not see they could shine.

How could it turn this weird... so much worse than they feared...
Cutler crossed the line.

Some pulled down their page ... out of justified rage ...
but most people remain.

The three-ninety eight ... who worked hard just to wait ...
That's insane.

[THE BIG FINISH]
It's not right. ...
It's not right. ...
It's not right ...
they ... chose ... other folks ...
by an arrogant power play.
They treated us ... like ... some mangy jokes.
NO IT'S .... NOT ... O ..... K!

[AND AS THAT HIGH NOTE HOLDS FOREVER ... WE FADE OUT FOR TONIGHT]