I'v grown accustomed to the trace,
of something in the air...

We must think of a test
That sounds fair,
And looks fair,
And seems fair,
And ISN'T fair...

I'm holier than thou
I've got the spirit now.
I feel like I'm in heaven
Cause I'm holier than thou.


(another one of my favorite roles!)

Oh, Toto, there's no place like home.

"Bohemia is dead..."

More?!? You want more?!?

There's only us
There's only this
Forget regret
Or life is yours to miss

Attend the Tale of Sweeny Todd.

No other road
No other way
No day but today




(just to continue with the song :D)

"I fart in your general direction..."

"Here she is, from South America...Senorita Lolita...uhh...Banana!!!"

As you will someday doubtless write in that damned journal of yours,
elementary, my dear Watson.



-From Baker Street (1962)
Seems as though many of these lines were from
musicals staged before I was born.

Masquerade
Paper faces on parade
Masquerade
Hide your face so the world will never find you
Masquerade
Every face a different shade
Masquerade
Look around there's another mask behind you

Twice in every show
There comes a song like this
It starts off soft and low
And ends up with a kiss
Oh, this is the scene
That ends like this

It was red and yellow and green and brown
And scarlet and black and ochre and peach
And ruby and olive and violet and fawn
And lilac and gold and chocolate and mauve
And cream and crimson and silver and rose
And azure and lemon and russet and grey
And purple and white and pink and orange
And red and yellow and green and brown and
Scarlet and black and ochre and peach
And ruby and olive and violet and fawn
And lilac and gold and chocolate and mauve
And cream and crimson and silver and rose
And azure and lemon and russet and grey
And purple and white and pink and orange
And blue