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Jane Siberry( Jane Stewart )
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Act 9: Imagine a World
ACT 9
Imagine a world Where the columns of the temple come to life At first stiff and then flexible and flowing Striding down the street a perfect reflection Of our inner beauty, our inner glory Reaching here, helping there Until separation from our brother Is just a puzzling memory Instead of quietly sitting in our cubicles at work Wondering how this came to be
So all the people that you've heard me Talk about up until now
There was the girl walking village to village There was the man who was unclear There was the couple ... The girl just wanting to learn about integrity There was the woman in the garden Or the person who leaned forward and said 'How beautiful!' And then by the end you knew all these voices They were just like family. I hope. To me, anyway.
Well, let me go on and talk to you About this fellow who worked at the comer store People called him 'Moose', you can imagine ... If you talked to him about spirituality He'd shrug his huge shoulders and say 'What for?' Anyway, he's everything you would not want In a refined, romantic cavalier, I suppose But when they came over the hill that day He out-Thorred Thor
Imagine a world Where the columns of the temple come to life At first stiff and then flexible and flowing Striding down the street a perfect reflection Of our inner beauty, our inner glory Reaching here, helping there Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Until separation from our brother Is just a puzzling memory Instead of quietly sitting in our own apartments Five feet from each other with our own tv
And then there was Pauline, we all agreed That she was cold in some way, unfeeling Well, one wintry day she took me aside And she was unsympathetic to anything I had to say about my problem (In which I took pride, I guess) And for years I wouldn't talk to her Even though she tried, I couldn't see That kindness could come to me in such a way And when I went to say I saw, it was too late
And Quincy, he's a hard-assed kid Who lives under the overpass downtown When he comes at you with a squeegee Well, you kinda sorta wanta duck down But if a baby bird, a cry unheard A struggling flower, a teen unseen Should fail to take to song, to take wing He's the first one to their side He has that healing thing
Imagine a world Where the columns of the temple come to life At first stiff and then flexible and flowing Striding down the street a perfect reflection Of our inner beauty, our inner glory Reaching here, helping there Until separation from our brother Is just a puzzling memory Instead of quietly sitting at the family reunion Saying 'Oh gosh! You don't want a picture of me!' Well, actually we do.
And Ramona She works the library cart in the Third Ward.
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