A little Sondheim for DUers

[longship]

Could be!
Who knows?
There's something due any day;
I will know right away,
Soon as it shows.
It may come cannonballing down through the sky,
Gleam in its eye,
Bright as a rose!

Who knows?
It's only just out of reach,
Down the block, on a beach,
Under a tree.
I got a feeling there's a miracle due,
Gonna come true,
Coming to me!

Could it be? Yes, it could.
Something's coming, something good,
If I can wait!
Something's coming, I don't know what it is,
But it is
Gonna be great!

With a click, with a shock,
Phone'll jingle, door'll knock,
Open the latch!
Something's coming, don't know when, but it's soon;
Catch the moon,
One-handed catch!

Around the corner,
Or whistling down the river,
Come on, deliver
To me!
Will it be? Yes, it will.
Maybe just by holding still,
It'll be there!

Come on, something, come on in, don't be shy,
Meet a guy,
Pull up a chair!
The air is humming,
And something great is coming!
Who knows?
It's only just out of reach,
Down the block, on a beach,
Maybe tonight . . .

[Berserker]

1. That was good longship

Thanks

[For PaisAn]

2. Love it!!

West Wing Story

[longship]

3. ROFL

Thanks for helping me to laugh tonight. It's been difficult with the stress.

[For PaisAn]

6. Just returning the favor

since your post brought me a huge smile and laugh

[SeattleGirl]

4. Perfect! n/t

[The Velveteen Ocelot]

5. And may I add: Tonight

Tonight, tonight, I know they will indict. We’ll see Karl, Dick and George go away.
Tonight, tonight, Karl finally knows we’re right -- what we claim, what we charge, what we say.
Today, all day I had the feeling a miracle would happen; I know now I was right.
For Bush is toast, and what was once a leak is alight --tonight!

Tonight, tonight won't be just any night; tonight they frog-march Karl out the door.
Tonight, tonight. the jury will indict, and for us, stars will stop where they are.
Today the minutes seem like hours, the hours go so slowly, and still the sky is light.
Oh, moon, grow bright, and make this endless day endless night: indict!

[LittleClarkie]

7. A Little Night Music for us and for them

(for us as we wait for Fitzmas)

MRS. NORTSTROM:
Perpetual anticipation is good for the soul
But it's bad for the heart.
It's very good for practicing self-control,
It's very good for morals, but bad for morale.
It's very bad.
It can lead to going quite mad.
It's very good for reserve and learning to do what one should.
It's very good.
Perpetual anticipation's a delicate art,
Playing a role,
Aching to start,
Keeping control
While falling apart.
Perpetual anticipation is good for the soul
But it's bad for the heart.

MRS. SEGSTROM:
Perpetual anticipation is good for the soul
But it's bad for the heart.
It's very good for practicing self-control,
It's very good for morals, but bad for morale.
It's too unnerving.
It's very good, though, to have things to contemplate.
Perpetual anticipation's a delicate art,
Aching to start,
Keeping control
While falling apart.
Perpetual anticipation is good for the soul
But it's bad for the heart.

MRS. ANDERSSEN:
Perpetual anticipation is good for the soul
But it's bad for the heart.
It's very good, though, to learn to wait.
Perpetual anticipation's a delicate art,
Keeping control
While falling apart.
Perpetual anticipation is bad for the heart.



Send In the Clowns (for obvious reasons)

DESIREE:
Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air.
Send in the clowns.
Isn't it bliss?
Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can't move.
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns.
Just when I'd stopped opening doors,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours,
Making my entrance again with my usual flair,
Sure of my lines,
No one is there.
Don't you love farce?
My fault, I fear.
I thought that you'd want what I want--
Sorry, my dear.
But where are the clowns?
Quick, send in the clowns.
Don't bother, they're here.

Isn't it rich?
Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late
In my career?
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns.
Well, maybe next year.

I'm too pooped to parody. But someone else can if they wanna.