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drew poling - arts of theater كلمات أغنية

[ned emerson]:
are not the arts of theater like the arts of war?
each company musters its troops and parades them in sabers and plumes
to the music of fifes and clarions
her lines are drawn up and fired and hotly returned
drawn up and fired and hotly returned

now here’s the mysterious part:
suppose a dramatic person shoots or stabs another persona dead!
do soldiers rush the stage and apprehend the villain?
oh, i know it’s just a play…
and so it is in war
a brother runs his brother through and yet commits no murder!
a part he plays is part of onе tremendous drama directеd from the wings

good lord! what time is it?
now’s the time!
ned emerson, prepare to act!
ah, ah, ah, ah!

[john wilkes booth]:
hear what that scoundrel did?

[ned emerson]:
scoundrel? pardon, i never forget a face, but your name for the moment!

[john wilkes booth]:
that low scoundrel, lincoln!
he sauntered through a smoldering richmond
and marched his muddy boots into the president’s mansion!
he sits himself into the chair, as he says it
of jefferson davis, and stretching back to tell a sm_tty joke
he squirts his tobacco juice over an heirloom carpet!
a vulgar man, half a fool, oh that old liberator_king!
not fit to shine the boots of president davis!
your cape, sir
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[ned emerson]:
wilkes booth! say, what about my limp?

- drew poling

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