For a song I was bought Now I lie when I talk With a careful eye on the cue card. Onto a stage I was pushed, With my sorrow well rehearsed. So give me all your pity and your money, now (all of it).

Everything that happens is supposed to be And it's all pre-determined, can't change your destiny Guess I'll just keep moving, someday maybe I'll get to where I…

If I could act like This was my real life, And not some cage where I've been placed, Well then, I could tell you The truth like I used to And not be afraid of …

But now I've got to crawl to get anywhere at all I'm not as strong as I thought.

She was a soprano of the kind often used for augmenting grief at a funeral.

The music industry is a cruel and shallow money-trench. A long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free and good men die like dogs. There is also a neg…

There's a kind of silliness in the theater about what one contributes to a show. The producer obviously contributes the money... but must the actor contribute …