The heart may freeze, or it can burn. The pain will ease and I can learn. There is no future, there is no past. I live this moment as, my last.
Jonathan Larson
Born: February 4, 1960 Died: January 25, 1996
Jonathan Larson (4 February 1960 – 25 January 1996) was an American composer and playwright, famous as a writer of musicals, including tick, tick... BOOM! (1990) and Rent (1996).
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December 24, 9pm Eastern Standard Time. From here on in, I shoot without a script. See if anything comes of it, instead of my usual shit.
Just don't let go or you may drown.
VIVA LA VIE BOHEME!
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Louder than words
Why do we play with fire?
Why do we run our finger through the flame?
Why do we leave our hand on the stove
Although we know we're in for some pain?
Oh, why do we refuse to hang a light
When the streets are dangerous?
Why does it take an accident
Before the truth gets through to us?
Cages or wings
Which do you prefer?
Ask the birds
Fear or love, baby?
Don't say the answer
Actions speak louder than words
Why should we try to be our best
When we can just get by and still gain?
Why do we nod our heads
Although we know
The boss is wrong as rain?
Why should we blaze a trail
When the well worn path
Seems safe and so inviting?
How as we travel, can we
See the dismay
And keep from fighting?
Cages or wings?
Which do you prefer?
Ask the birds
Fear or love, baby?
Don't say the answer
Actions speak louder than words
What does it take
To wake up a generation?
How can you make someone
Take off and fly?
If we don't wake up
And shake up the nation
We'll eat the dust of the world
Wondering why, why
Why do we stay with lovers
Who we know, down deep
Just aren't right?
Why would we rather
Put ourselves through Hell
Than sleep alone at night?
Why do we follow leaders who never lead?
Why does it take catastrophe to start a revolution?
If we're so free, tell me why?
Someone tell me why
So many people bleed?
Cages or wings?
Which do you prefer?
Ask the birds
Fear or love, baby?
Don't say the answer
Actions speak louder than
Louder than, louder than
Louder than, louder than
Cages or wings?
Which do you prefer?
Ask the birds
Fear or love baby?
Don't say the answer
Actions speak louder
Louder than, louder than, ooh
They speak louder
Louder than, louder than, ooh
Actions speak louder than
The tick-tick-booms are softer now. I can barely hear them, and I think if I play loud enough, I can drown them out completely.
What binds the fabric together when the raging, shifting, winds of change keep ripping away?
And when you're living in America
At the end of the millennium
You're what you own
So I own not a notion
I escape and ape content
I don't own an emotion -
I rent
She always said how lucky were to be friends... but it was us baby who were the lucky ones
525,600 minutes, 525,600 moments so dear, 525,600 minutes, how do you measure, measure a year
Forget Regret, or life is yours to miss
There is no future, there is no past. I live this moment as my last. There's only us. There's only this. Forget regret, or life is yours to miss. No other road. No other way. No day but today.
I can't control my destiny. I trust my soul, my only goal is just to be.
There's only now, there's only here. Give into love, or live in fear. No other course, no other way.
NO DAY but TODAY
Forget regret, or life is yours to miss. No other path, no other way, no day but today.
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How you do you leave the past behind when it keeps finding ways to get to your heart?
It reaches way down deep and tears you up till you're torn apart.
How do you know when it's time to let go?