Into the Fucking Woods Plus 20 Other Songs

just a quick sample of what I'm typing out for myself to try and remember words for We're Still Here!

Invocation and Instructions/Putting It Together

Throat

pointing out the subtext by inflection

to the way he’s handling the direction

Art isn’t easy, every minor detail is a major decision

have to keep things in scale

Art isn’t easy every word every line, every glance

every movement you improve and refine

then refine each improvement

Bit by bit, putting it together

peice

working out the vision night and day, what it takes is time and perseverance

dealing with the details along the way

hoping for a thunderous ovation

the art of making art, is putting it together

Bit

Fit

Start, Stride, By, Glide,

By Side by side by side by side by side and that

is the state - of the art!

Who’s That Fellow

Who’s that fellow I know him well

All decked out head to toe, he lives life like a carousel

Beau after beau after beau, nightly daily, always laughing gaily

seems I see him every where I go, oh

who’s that fellow I know I know, that fellow so clever but ever so sad

Love, he said was a fad. The kind of love that he couldn’t make fun of he had none of

Who’s that fellow? That cheery weary fellow, who’s dressing for yet one more spree?

Each day I see him pass, in my looking glass, Lord, Lord, Lord that fellow is me.

Mirror, Mirror on the wall who’s the saddest guy in town?

Who’s been riding for fall? Whose Lothario let him down?

Mirror Mirror, answer me: Who is he who plays the clown?

Is he out each night till three? Does he laugh with too much glee?

On reflection, he’d agree.

Mirror, mirror - Mirror, mirror - Mirror, mirror

Who’s that fellow I mean I’ve seen that fellow who’s joking but choking back tears.

All those glittering years he thought that love was a matter of Hi, there! Kiss Me! By There!

Who’s that fellow that cheery weary fellow who’s dressing for yet one more spree?

The visions getting blurred. Isn’t that absurd?

Lord, Lord, Lord - Lord, Lord, Lord that fellow is me. That fellow is me. That fellow is me.

Mirror!

Can That Boy Fox-Trot

We know this grocery clear, unprepossessing.

Some think the boy’s a jerk, they have our blessing

But when he starts to move, he aims to please

Which only goes to prove that sometimes in a clerk you find a Hercules.

He hasn’t much that’s plus. You might describe him thus, a false alarm.

an imitation Hitler and with the little charm

But oh can that boy FFFF ox-trot

his mouth is mean, he’s not too clean, what makes him look reptilian is the brilliantine

But oh can that boy FFFF ox-trot

Who knows what I saw in him, I took a chance

Oh yes, one more flaw in him, he can’t dance,

as dumbbells go And as for being saintly even faintly no!

But who needs Albert Schweitzer when the lights are low

and oh boy, oh boy, can that boy FFFF ox-trot

Right now as I speak of him, I hear those drums

Oh the technique of him He’s all thumbs

His jokes are quaint, and fairly faint.

He maybe full of hokum but I’ve no complaint

He often is a bore but on the floor he ain’t and oh boy oh boy

can that boy - - Fox-trot

I Never Do Anything Twice

When I was young and simple, I don’t recall the date

I met a handsome captain of the guard

He visited my chamber one evening, very late

In tandem with a musky St. Bernard.

At first I was astonished, and tears came to my eyes.

But later when I asked him to resume. He said to my surprise,

my dear it isn’t wise where love is concerned, one must freshen the bloom

Once yes, once for a lark, twice though, looses the spark

One must never deny it but after you try it you vary the diet

Said my handsome young guard, Yes I know that it’s hard.

But no matter how nice I never do anything twice

Encore! Aaah

murmured caressingly whatever for?

Once yes once is a lark, twice though looses the spark.

Once yes once is a delicious but twice would be vicious or just repetitious

Someone’s bound to be scared, yes I know that it’s hard.

But no matter the price, I never do anything twice

Oh Once yes, once can be nice. Love requires some spice.

If you’ve something in view, something to do, totally new,

I’ll be there in a trice but I never do anything twice except…

No I never do anything twice

Where Do I Belong?

Home sweet home

home days, wish I knew my place

Oh, where do I belong

Am I the only one who finds the sun too bright?

too revealingly strong? Am I the only one

who waits and looks and waits and contemplates

the night feeling lonely?

In the night, when the worlds asleep

I can let my mask slip.

But the light brings the world of people

asking, looking, looking, asking

where do I belong?

I know I shouldn’t care

But why can't I be part of something, someone

somewhere

Little Things

It’s the little things you do together, do together do together that make perfect relationship the

hobbies you pursue together, savings you accrue together, looks you misconstrue together that make marriage a joy. mmm hmmm

It’s the little things you share together, swear together, wear together that make perfect relationships.

It’s not so hard to be married, when two maneuver as one.

It’s not so hard to be married and jesus christ is it fun!

it’s sharing little winks together, that make marriage a joy it’s bargains that you shop together

that make perfect relationships. Uh Huh. mmm hmmm.

It’s not talk of god and the decade ahead that allows you to get through the worst.

It’s i do and you don't and nobody said that and who brought the subject up first.

it’s the little things. the little things the little things the little things.

The little things you try together, that make perfect relationships. becoming a cliche together

that make marriage a joy. it’s not so hard to be married it’s much the simplest of crimes. it’s not so hard to be married.

Date together, that makes marriage a joy. it’s things like using force together

shouting till you’re hoarse together, getting a divorce together, that make perfect relationships.

uh huh. kiss kiss. mm hmmm

I’ve Got You To Lean On

Start at 21

Whenever things hopelessly hopelessly gray

You make me feel eager and gay so gay!

There isn’t a sing great things I can’t do

not with you to lean darling you!

With you to depend on, I’ll never quit

There isn’t a murder I couldn’t commit

whenever I falter Gibraltar comes through

You’re my rock I mean I lean on you

Whenever my world turns to dust,

I’ve always got someone to trust.

Whatever the sort of support that I need, I ‘ve got you to lean on.

When everythings hollow and black. You’ll always have me at your back

No matter how hollow, I’ll follow your lead, and with you I’ll succeed.

What comfort it is to have always known. That if they should catch me I won’t go alone

I’ll always give credit where credit is due, I’ve got you to lean on

You’re the one I’m keen on, high low in between I lean on you!

Into the Fucking Woods Motherfucking Medley

Into the woods it’s time to go, I hate to leave, I have to though. Into the woods it’s time and so I must begin my journey. Into the woods and through the trees to where I am expected please.

Into the woods to grandmother’s house.

That one’s especially lush, delicious. MMmmm

There’s no possible way to describe what you feel. When you’re talking to your meal.

Greens, greens and nothing but greens. Parsley, peppers, cabbages and celery, asparagus and watercress and fiddle ferns and lettuce. He said all right, but it’s wasn’t quite. Cause I caught him in the autumn in my garden one night. He was robbing me, raping me, rooting through my rutabaga raiding my arugula and ripping up the rampion my champion, my favorite I should have laid a spell on him, right there, could have turned him into stone or a dog or a chair or a

There are giants in the sky. There are big tall terrible awesome scary wonderful giants, in the sky! Who minds what dangers? I know we’ll get pas the woods, and once we’re past, let’s hope the changes last beyond the woods. beyond witches and slippers and hoods. JUst the two of us beyond lies. Am I not sensitive, clever, well mannered, considerate, passionate, charming as kind as I’m handsome heir to the throne? Then why no? The girl must be mad! Till you’re climbing her hair and you see her up there as you’re nearing her, all the while hearing her. Ahhh

Agony Misery! Though it’s different for each. Oh, if life were made of moments, even now and then a bad one. But if life were only moments then you’d never know you had one. And to get what you wish, these are dangerous woods. Let the moment go, don’t forget it for a moment though, Just remembering you’ve had an, when you’re back to, makes thee, mean more than it, did before. Squish! There are giants in the sky! Mother cannot guide you, now you’re on you’re own. Only me beside you, still you’re not alone. No one is alone, truly, no one is alone. Sometimes people leave you, halfway through the wood. Others may deceive you, you decide what’s good. You decide alone. But no one is alone. People make mistakes, mothers, people make mistakes. Holding to their own. Thinking they’re alone. Honor their mistakes. Everybody makes one another’s terrible mistakes. Witches can be right, Giants can be good. You decide what’s right. You decide what’s good, just remember careful the things you say, children will listen. Careful the things you do, children will see. And learn. Children may not obey, but children will listen. Children will look to you, for which way to turn, to learn what to be. Children will listen, so...Into the woods you again, you have to every now and then. Into the woods no telling when be ready for the journey. Into the woods to find there’s hope of getting through the journey. Into the woods, it’s nearing midnight. To heed the witch, to think, To go to the festival! Into the woods! Into the woods. Into the woods and out of the woods and happy ever after. I wish.

Saturday Night

Home is a place where the future looks black, alone. I like the sunday times alright but not in bed.

Alive and alone on a saturday night is dead! What can you do on a saturday nighT alone? Who needs a view on a saturday night, alone? If it’s a saturday single, You sit with a paper and fight the urge to mingle. Home is a place where you gotta go back, alone. Home is a place where the future looks black, alone. Things’d be different any other night instead. But we’re on our own on a Saturday night. (whistle, whistle) and when you’re alone on a saturday night, you might as well be dead.