The Racing Horse Winner reprise (excerpt)
YOU BET ON A HORSE, AND ANOTHER, AND THEN
YOU KEEP BETTING ON HORSES AGAIN AND AGAIN.
YOU’RE UP ON A HIGH, AND YOU’LL NEVER COME OFF IT,
YOUR PROBLEMS ARE HIDDEN BY PILES OF PROFIT.
YOU FEEL LIKE A PRINCE, BUT YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND
THAT YOUR CASTLE IS BUILT ON A BASEMENT OF SAND.
A CASTLE WITH SAND AS THE BASEMENT PERHAPS IS
PRECISELY THE REASON YOUR CASTLE COLLAPSES.
YOU BET ON A HORSE, AND ANOTHER, AND THEN
YOU KEEP BETTING ON HORSES AGAIN AND AGAIN.
YOU’RE UP ON A HIGH, AND YOU’LL NEVER COME OFF IT,
YOUR PROBLEMS ARE HIDDEN BY PILES OF PROFIT.
YOU FEEL LIKE A PRINCE, BUT YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND
THAT YOUR CASTLE IS BUILT ON A BASEMENT OF SAND.
A CASTLE WITH SAND AS THE BASEMENT PERHAPS IS
PRECISELY THE REASON YOUR CASTLE COLLAPSES.
The Racing Horse Winner reprise - clip (from The Rocking Horse Winner) Lyrics by David Rackoff, Music by Sahara Sunday Spain
The Music Box (excerpt)
I ONCE GOT A PRESENT. A SMALL METAL BOX.
YOU LIFT UP THE LID AND A TIN HORSEY ROCKS.
INSIDE WAS A BARREL WHERE PINS PLUCKED A COMB,
AND MUSIC FILLED UP ALL THE HOLES IN MY HOME.
THE MUSIC FILLED MY HOME.
I ONCE GOT A PRESENT. A SMALL METAL BOX.
YOU LIFT UP THE LID AND A TIN HORSEY ROCKS.
INSIDE WAS A BARREL WHERE PINS PLUCKED A COMB,
AND MUSIC FILLED UP ALL THE HOLES IN MY HOME.
THE MUSIC FILLED MY HOME.
The Music Box - clip (from The Rocking Horse Winner) Lyrics by David Rackoff, Music by Sahara Sunday Spain
Wonderland, Wonderland reprise (excerpt)
WHEN I WAS LITTLE, I’D STARE IN THE MIRROR,
AND ENVY THE BOY LOOKING OUT FROM THE GLASS.
HE WAS A PROPHET WHOSE VISION WAS CLEARER.
NOW ALL THAT HE TOLD ME IS COMING TO PASS.
A BEAUTIFUL GIANT WOULD CRIPPLE OUR LAND,
REQUIRING THE AID OF A SINGULAR MASCULINE HAND.
SEE THEM COMPARING THE SIZE OF THEIR PECKERS,
WHILE SQUATTING AROUND IN A POOL OF THEIR MESS.
THINKING THEY’RE SMART IN THEIR BATTLES OF CHECKERS,
WHILE UNDER THEIR NOSE IS A MAN PLAYING CHESS.
THE VISION I VISIONED FEELS MORE LIKE A PLAN.
THE BOY IN THE MIRROR LOOKS OUT FROM THE GLASS AT A MAN!
WHEN I WAS LITTLE, I’D STARE IN THE MIRROR,
AND ENVY THE BOY LOOKING OUT FROM THE GLASS.
HE WAS A PROPHET WHOSE VISION WAS CLEARER.
NOW ALL THAT HE TOLD ME IS COMING TO PASS.
A BEAUTIFUL GIANT WOULD CRIPPLE OUR LAND,
REQUIRING THE AID OF A SINGULAR MASCULINE HAND.
SEE THEM COMPARING THE SIZE OF THEIR PECKERS,
WHILE SQUATTING AROUND IN A POOL OF THEIR MESS.
THINKING THEY’RE SMART IN THEIR BATTLES OF CHECKERS,
WHILE UNDER THEIR NOSE IS A MAN PLAYING CHESS.
THE VISION I VISIONED FEELS MORE LIKE A PLAN.
THE BOY IN THE MIRROR LOOKS OUT FROM THE GLASS AT A MAN!
Wonderland, Wonderland reprise - clip (from The Tyrant of Wonderland) Lyrics by David Rackoff, Music by Sahara Sunday Spain