Perception

‘Tis true my form is something odd,
But blaming me is blaming God;
Could I create myself anew
I would not fail in pleasing you.

If I could reach from pole to pole
Or grasp the ocean with a span,
I would be measured by the soul;
The mind’s the standard of the man.

Dreams

SANTA FE from NEWSIES
Music by Alan Menken
Lyrics by Jack Feldman
Performed by Jeremy Jordan

They say folks is dyin' to get here. Me, I'm dyin' to get away,
To a little town out west that's spankin' new.
And while I ain't never been there, I can see it clear as day.
If you want, I bet'cha you could see it, too.

Close your eyes, come with me, where it's clean and green and pretty.
And they went and made a city outta clay.
Why, the minute that ya get there, folks'll walk right up and say,
"Welcome home, son, welcome home to Santa Fe!"

Plantin' crops, splittin' rails, swappin' tales around the fire,
'Cept for Sunday when you lie around all day.
Soon your friends are more like family, and they's beggin' you to stay!
Ain't that neat? Livin' sweet in Santa Fe.

Don't you know that we's a family? Would I let you down? No way.
Just hold on, kid, till that train makes Santa Fe.

Fate

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find, you and I collide

-"Collide" by Howie Day

Writing Letters

Write a letter, be inventive
Tell you everything is fine.
Be attentive to the distance,
Send my love with every line.
Every word should bring you closer
And caress you with its tone.
Nothing should remind you
That I am here alone.

-"Here Alone" from Little Women
  by Jason Howland and Mindi Dickstein

Routine

LITTLE BOXES
Music and Lyrics by Malvina Reynolds
Performed by Walk Off The Earth

little boxes on the hillside
little boxes made of ticky tacky
little boxes on the hillside
little boxes all the same

there’s a pink one and a green one
and a blue one and a yellow one
and they’re all made out of ticky tacky
and they all look just the same

and the people in the houses
all went to the university
where they were put in boxes
and they came out all the same

and there’s doctors and lawyers
and business executives
and they’re all made out of ticky tacky
and they all look just the same

and they all play on the golf course
and drink their martinis dry
and they all have pretty children
and the children go to school

and the children go to summer camp
and then to the university
where they are put in boxes
and they come out all the same

and the boys go into business
and marry and raise a family
in boxes made of ticky tacky
and they all look just the same

there’s a pink one and a green one
and a blue one and a yellow one
and they’re all made out of ticky tacky
and they all look just the same.

P. S. Not unrelated--if anyone has an extra cigar box laying around the house, if you're trying to quit or if grandpa left it behind or something, you can generously donate it to me... I'm looking at making a cigar box guitar for myself.

Potential

BEAUTIFUL CITY from GODSPELL

Music and Lyrics by Stephen Schwartz

Performed by Hunter Parrish

Out of the ruins and rubble,
Out of the smoke,
Out of our night of struggle
Can we see a ray of hope?
One pale thin ray reaching for the day...

We can build a beautiful city.
Yes, we can.  Yes,we can.
We can build a beautiful city.
Not a city of angels,
But we can build a city of man.

We may not reach the ending,
but we can start.
Slowly but surely mending,
brick by brick,
heart by heart.
Now, maybe now,
We start learning how.

We can build a beautiful city.
Yes we can.  Yes, we can.
We can build a beautiful city.
Not a city of angels,
But we can build a city of man.

When your trust is all but shattered.
When your faith is all but killed.
You can give up bitter and battered,
Or you can slowly start to build!

A Beautiful City.
Yes,we can.  Yes,we can.
We can build a beautiful city,
Not a city of angels,
But finally a city of man.

Tale As Old As Time

You know you've got theater in your blood when...

       You have to sing through the words of "Beauty and the Beast" to remember which direction the sun rises from.

...the answer is East.