No, don't look at me Please. Not just yet Why am I here? This is crazy. No, don't look at me Do something new And they wait for you to fail. Sing something then, Anything. Oh, just look at me Scared. On my own Still singing songs But it's lonely Isnt it awful? God how depressing Me standing here And you there assessing I'm so glad I came

Don't Look at Me, by Stephen Sondheim from Follies

Whenever I feel afraid I hold my head erect And whistle a happy tune Anyone can whistle  That's what they say Easy Anyone can whistle any old day Easy It's oh so simple. Relax. Let go, let fly. Will someone tell me why can't I? Whistle at a dragon, down it will fall Easy Whistle at a hero, trumpets and all Easy What's hard is simple What's natural comes hard Maybe you can show me how to let go Lower my guard Learn to be free  When you feel in trouble  And you don't know right from wrong Give a little whistle Give a little whistle When you feel temptation And the urge is very strong Give a little whistle Give a little whistle Not just a little squeak Pucker up and blow. And if your whistle's weak yell Jiminy Cricket Take the straight and narrow path And if you start to slide Give a little whistle Give a little whistle And always let your conscience be your guide When you feel in trouble And you don't know right from wrong Give a little whistle Give a little whistle When you feel temptation And the urge is very strong Give a little whistle Give a little whistle Not just a little squeak Pucker up and blow And if your whistle's weak

I Whistle a Happy Tune, by Richard Rodgers/Oscar Hammerstein II  from The King and I Anyone Can Whistle, by Stephen Sondheim from Anyone Can Whistle                                 Give a Little Whistle, by Leigh Harline/Ned Washington from Pinocchio

Sing, sing, so Please look at me now Here on stage This is my world Its outrageous Call for the hook Tonight I can duck it This is terrific. Scary but fuck it. I'm so glad I came

reprise of No, Don't Look at Me

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Sometimes you think you've lived before All that you've lived today Things you do come back to you As if they knew the way Oh the tricks the mind can play It seems we stood and talked like this before We looked at each other the same way then But I can't remember where or when The clothes I'm wearing Are the clothes I wore The smile I am smiling I was smiling then But I can't remember where or when Some things that happen for the first time Seem to be happening again And so it seems that we have lived before And laughed before and loved before But who knows where or when Some things that happen for the first time Seem to be happening again And so it seems that we have lived before And laughed before and loved before But who knows where or when

Where or When, by Richard Rodgers/Lorenz Hart from Babes in Arms

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I've been thinking about what I want to share with you this evening. I want to take a journey, a journey through a life. A life that's complex, varied, intriguing as the words and music that surround it. I'm sure that the paths that I'll tread have been well-worn by many others.
 

Blue, songs are like tattoos  You know I've been to sea before Crown and anchor me Or let me sail away Hey Blue, here is a song for you Ink on a pin Underneath the skin An empty space to fill in Well there're so many sinking now You've got to keep thinking You can make it thru these waves Acid, booze, and ass Needles, guns, and grass Lots of laughs, lots of laughs Everybody's saying that hell's the hippest way to go Well I don't think so But I'm gonna take a look around it though Blue, I love you Blue, there is a shell for you Inside you'll hear a sigh A foggy lullaby There is your song from me

Blue, by Joni Mitchell

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It steals to you softly at night And echoes around in your brain So seemingly sweet and polite A tender and placid refrain Seductive, delicious it haunts you You'll  melt as the melody flows Repeated, insistent it taunts you As time and again round it goes Round it goes Always it goes Padam Padam Padam It's the voice of the act you regret Padam Padam Padam You may try but you'll never forget Padam Padam Padam In your heart feel it gouging a hole As it sings of your guilt And the lies you've built This tune, the song of your soul It drags up the love that you spurned It dredges up memories you hate You wear them like chains justly earned You stagger and reel from the weight You stumble for ways to defeat it You strain to restore your repose But still in your sleep you'll repeat it As time and again round it goes Round it goes Always it goes Padam Padam Padam It's the echo of conscience ignored Padam Padam Padam It exposes the fake and the fraud Padam Padam Padam All your fears feed it's fires like coal And it shouts of your shame And it calls your name This tune, the song of your soul. Oh and it's laughing at all of your pain And it knows that you wrote the refrain. So when Destiny's bells start to toll You'll admit that you lost and you paid the cost Cry out the song of my soul Padam!

Padam, Padam, by Norbert Glanzbert/Henri Contet

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Son of the thief  Son of the saint Who is the child Without complaint Son of the brave Son unknown This is a child like your own The same sweet smile The same sad tears The cry at night The nightmare tears Son of the great Or son unknown This is a child like your own So long ago Long long ago Little Pal When Daddy goes away Promise you'll be good From day to day Do as Mummy says And never sin Be the man your Daddy might have been Daddy didn't have an easy start So here is the wish that's in my heart I want you to be Little Pal What I might have been Little Pal I want you to laugh and to sing and to play And be good to Mummy while Daddy's away I'll pray day and night Little Pal That you'll turn out right Little Pal So till we meet again Never knows where or when Pray for me Now and then Little Pal The night is bitter The stars have lost their glitter The wind grows colder And suddenly you're older And all because of the man that got away No more his eager call The writing's on the wall The dreams you dreamed have all gone astray The man that won you Has run off and undone you That great beginning has seen a final inning Don't know what happened. It's all a crazy game No more that old time thrill For you've been through the mill And never a new love will be the same Good riddance Goodbye Every trick of his you're on to But fools will be fools And where's he gone to? The road gets rougher It's lonelier and tougher With hope you burn up Tomorrow he might turn up There's just no let up The live long night and day Ever since this world began There's nothing sadder than A one man woman Looking for the man that got away Good riddance Goodbye

Sons of by Jacques Brel                                 Little Pal, by Al Jolson/DeSylva/Brown/Henderson                                               The Man That Got Away, by Harold Arlen/Ira Gershwin

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If you were the only girl in the world And I were the only boy Nothing else would matter In the world today We could go on loving In the same old way A Garden of Eden Just made for two Nothing will  mar our joy I could say such wonderful things to you There would be such wonderful things to do If I were the only boy in the world And you... The moment you wake up Before you put on your make-up I'll say a little prayer for you While combing your hair now And wondering what dress you'll wear now I'll say a little prayer for you Forever and ever you'll stay in my heart And I will love you Forever and ever we never will part Oh how I love you Together forever That's how it must be To live without you Would only mean heartache for me I run for the bus dear While riding I think of us dear And I say a little prayer for you At work I just take time And all through my coffee break time I say a little prayer for you Forever and ever you'll stay in my heart And I will love you Forever and ever we never will part Oh how I love you Together forever That's how it must be To live without you Will only be heartache for me At night when I'm lonely My thoughts are for you, dear, only And I say a little prayer for you The memories that find me Keep coming back to remind me To say a little prayer for you Forever and ever you stay in my heart And I will love you Forever and ever we never will part Oh how I loved you Together forever That's how it must be To live without you Only means heartache for me So darling believe me For me there is no one but you

If You Were the Only Girl in the World, by Grey/Ayer                         I Say a Little Prayer, by Burt Bacharach/Hal David

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Mother, you left me I never left you I needed you but you didn't want me So I, I just got to tell you Goodbye, goodbye Father, you had me but I never had you I wanted you but you didn't want me So I, I just have to tell you Goodbye, goodbye Mother, Father, look what you've done I couldn't walk but I tried to run So I, I just got to tell you Goodbye, Goodbye Mother, Father

Mother, by John Lennon

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I've got no strings to hold me down To make me fret, to make me frown I had strings but now I'm free There are no strings on me I've got no strings so I have fun I'm not tied to anyone How I love my liberty There are no strings on me Hi Ho the merry-o I'm as happy as can be And I want the world to know Nothing ever worries me

I've Got No Strings, by Leigh Harline/Ned Washington from Pinocchio

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I'll build a stairway to Paradise Wth a new step everyday I'm gonna get there at any price Stand aside I'm on my way I've got the blues And up above is so fair Shoes go on and carry me there I'll build a stairway to Paradise With a new step everyday It's madness to be always sitting around in sadness When you could be looking the steps of gladness You'll be happy when you can do Oh just six or seven Begin today You'll find it nice The quickest way to Paradise When you practice Here's the thing to do Simply say as you go That I'll build a stairway to Paradise With a new step everyday And I'm gonna get there at any price Stand aside I'm on my way I got the blues And up above is so fair Shoes come on and carry me there I'll build a stairway to Paradise With a new step everyday

I'll Build a Stairway to Paradise  by George and Ira Gershwin from An American in Paris

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Happy talk keep talkin' Happy talk Talk about thing you'd like to do You've got to have a dream If you don't have a dream How you gonna have A dream come true? Talk about the moon Floating in the sky Looking like a lily on a lake Talk about a bird Learning how to fly Making all the music he can make Happy talk keep talkin' happy talk Talk about things you'd like to do You've got to have a dream If you don't have a dream How you gonna have A dream come true? Talk about a star Looking like a toy Peeking through the branches of a tree Talk about a girl Talk about a boy Counting all the ripples in the sea Happy talk keep talkin' happy talk Talk about things you'd like to do You've got to have a dream If you don't have a dream How you gonna have A dream come true? If you don't talk happy And you haven't got a dream Then you'll never have a dream come true The best of times is now What's left of summer but a faded rose The best of times is now As for tomorrow Well... So hold this moment fast And live and love as hard as you know how And make this moment last Because the best of times is now, is now, is now Now, not some forgotten yesterday Now, tomorrow is too far away So hold this moment fast And live and love as hard as you know how And make this moment last Because the best of times is now, is now, is now Now, not some forgotten yesterday Now, tomorrow is too far away So hold this moment fast And live and love as hard as you know how And make this moment last Because the best of times is now, is now, is now, is now, is now, is now, is now I remember when I was a very little boy our house burned down.  I'll never forget the look on my mother's face as she gathered me up in her arms and carried me through the burning building out on to the pavement.  I stood there shivering in my pajamas and watched my whole world go up in flames.  And then I said to myself "Is that all there is to a fire?" Is that all there is? Is that all there is? If that's all there is, my friends Then let's keep dancing Let's break out the booze And have a ball If that's all there is And years later when I was 12 years old my mother took me to the circus.  The greatest show on earth - clowns, elephants, dancing bears and a beautiful lady in pink tights who flew high above our heads.  As I sat there watching this marvelous spectacle, I couldn't help but feel that something was missing. I didn't know what it was but when it was over I said to myself "Is that all there is to the circus?" Is that all there is? Is that all there is? If that's all there is, my friends Then let's keep dancing Let's break out the booze And have a ball If that's all there is I fell in love. Head over heels in love with this wonderful person in the world. We used to take long walks along the side of the river. Sit for hours gazing into each other's eyes.  So very much in love. And then one day my love went away. I thought I would die, and when I didn't, when I didn't, I said to myself "Is that all there is to love?" Is that all there is? Is that all there is? If that's all there is, my friends Then let's keep.... Oh, I know what your're thinking to yourself.  If that's the way he feels about it, why doesn't he end it all right now. But no, not me.  I'm not ready for the final disappointment.  Because I know, as sure as I'm standing here talking to you, that when the final moment comes, when I'm breathing my last breath I'll be saying to myself "Is that all there is?" Is that all there is? Is that all there is? If that's all there is my friends Then let's keep dancing Let's break out the booze And have a ball If that's all there is

Happy Talk, by Richard Rodgers/Oscar Hammerstein II from South Pacific                                                                           The Best of Times, by  Jerry Herman from La Cage aux Folles                                             Is That All There Is?, by Jerry Lieber/Mike Stoller

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The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk  Are secretly unhappy men because The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk Get paid for what they do, but no applause They'd gladly bid their dreary jobs goodbye For anything theatrical And why? There's no business like showbusiness Like no business I know Everything about it is appealing Everything the traffic will allow Nowhere can you get that happy feeling When you are stealing that extra bow There's no people like show people They smile when they are low Even with a turkey that you know will fold You may be stranded out in the cold Still you wouldn't change it for a sack of gold Let's go on with the show The costumes, the scenery, the make-up, the props The audience that lifts you when you're down The headaches, the heartaches the backaches, the flops The sheriff who escorts you out of town Oh, the opening when your heart beats like a drum The closing when the customers don't come There's no business like showbusiness Like no business I know You get word before the show has started That you're ailing mother died at dawn Top of that your wife and you just parted Oh you're broken hearted but you go on There's no business like showbusiness Like no business I know Travelling through the country will be thrilling Standing out in front on opening night Smiling as you see the theatre filling There's your billing up there in lights There's no people like show people We smile when we are low Yesterday they told you you would not go far That night you open and there you are Next day on your dressing room they've hung a star Let's go on with the show

There's No Business Like Showbusiness, by Irving Berlin from Annie Get Your Gun