BackStage Utah

We have cobalt,
It's full of mercury,
Too many fumes in our oxygen,
And the smog, now
Is killing you and me,
Good Lord, when is it going to end?
Save the Earth! Save the Earth!

Where there's a whip,
There's a way.

Where's there's a whip,
There's a way.

We don't wanna go to war today,
But the Lord of the Nazgul
Says "Nay! Nay! Nay!"
We're gonna march
All day, all day, all day . . .

Where there's a whip there's a way.

    They used to tell me I was building a dream, and so I followed the mob,
    When there was earth to plow, or guns to bear, I was always there right on the job.
    They used to tell me I was building a dream, with peace and glory ahead,
    Why should I be standing in line, just waiting for bread?

    Once I built a railroad, I made it run, made it race against time.
    Once I built a railroad; now it's done. Brother, can you spare a dime?
    Once I built a tower, up to the sun, brick, and rivet, and lime;
    Once I built a tower, now it's done. Brother, can you spare a dime?

       Once in khaki suits, gee we looked swell,
       Full of that Yankee Doodly Dum,
       Half a million boots went slogging through Hell,
       And I was the kid with the drum!

    Say, don't you remember, they called me Al; it was Al all the time.
    Why don't you remember, I'm your pal? Buddy, can you spare a dime?

       Once in khaki suits, gee we looked swell,
       Full of that Yankee Doodly Dum,
       Half a million boots went slogging through Hell,
       And I was the kid with the drum!

    Say, don't you remember, they called me Al; it was Al all the time.
    Say, don't you remember, I'm your pal? Buddy, can you spare a dime?


And no one sings it better than Mandy Patinkin.

Into The West

Lay down,
your sweet and weary head.
Night is falling.
You have come to journey�s end.

Sleep now, and dream
of the ones who came before.
They are calling,
from across a distant shore.

Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see.
All of your fears will pass away.
Safe in my arms,
you�re only sleeping.

What can you see,
on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea,
a pale moon rises.
The ships have come,
to carry you home.

And all will turn,
to silver glass.
A light on the water.
All souls pass.

Hope fades,
Into the world of night.
Through shadows falling,
Out of memory and time.

Don�t say,
We have come now to the end.
White shores are calling.
You and I will meet again.
And you�ll be here in my arms,
Just sleeping.

What can you see,
on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea,
a pale moon rises.
The ships have come,
to carry you home.

And all will turn,
to silver glass.
A light on the water.
Grey ships pass
Into the West.

"Vanilla Ice Cream" by Steven Lynch

Have a seat and listen, please don't say a thing.
In matters of the heart, sometimes the truth will have a sting.
Just don't take it personally, this is no attack,
But we will never last, because I'm white, and you are...

ALSO WHITE!!!

I only like black girls, the brown girls, the cafe ole.
The caramel girls and mocha girls just blow me away.
If you are nubian
I want you to be in
Every fantasy,
But if you're a whitey,
Say nightey-nightey,
You're just not the girl for me.

Oh, I hate vanilla ice cream, I like chocolate instead.
I hope she likes her soul food with a little wonder bread!
Don't call it Jungle Fever, cause that just isn't right.
I am NOT a racist; some of my best friends are white.

I just prefer black girls, and brown girls, the cafe ole.
The caramel girls and mocha girls just blow me away.
If you're a cracker,
You'd better get blacker,
Or else you'd best get out!
It is no mystery,
I like the sisters, see,
That's what I'm talkin' about...

Oh, our wedding song will be "Ebony and Ivory",
And we'll sing Christmas carols 'round the old Quanza tree.
But color is not the issue here; it's dignity, it's class.
It's all about her heart... OK, it's partly about that ass!

I want me some black girls, and brown girls, the cafe ole.
The caramel girls and mocha girls just blow me away.
Get off your knees, honky please! That is SO uncouth.
The skin that she's dwellin' in MUST contain mellanin, that is the fountain of youth.