When I first meet Hammer, I stumble and stammer, 'Cause that's what it says to do in the script. But whenever I practice That was just an act, This is all so real, He's so well-equipped!
Falling into Nathan's eyes is easy, I don't even realize he's cheezy, 'Cause, jeez, he's so great-- Wait!
But it's not about Nate, Gotta concentrate, 'Cause I'm looking for internal truth And not a date. No, it's not about Nate, 'Cause it's all about the art.
Perfect, mysterious, Comes from above. Magic is a magic thing, And lovely as love. A gift from Olympus, Whose sent me a muse and shoes (?)
If I walk with a twitch In the scene in the kitchen First day jitters aren't to blame! 'Cos all Penny feels Are these 9-inch heels Which are gonna make me fall and die And aren't in frame. But my death scene pumps are really dreamy... Right when Billy dumps my corpse It's steamy, To see me-- Oh, wait. (OhI'msorryIlostmytrainofhoughtI'mbeingsuchabimbo!)
It's not about shoes, Even if they're sweet, They should focus on the tragedy, And not my feet. No, it's not about shoes, And it's all about the art.
Memory, Method, primal and deep, All Stanislavsky, Strasberg and Streep, "Truth, Mr. Lipton, that's how you build 'The Guild'..."
But it's not about The Guild I'd be killed if I shilled for The Guild On somebody else's time
My tortured actor's process - Stand here and do what Joss says - Remember that it's not about...
The weird beard on Otto, The beer & Clamato, The hair and the cheese on the Guild Second Season, And "Brand New Day"- Neil, The intro's unreal A horse - not-too-shabby - Now steady's all crabby, The soldier boy extra, Good times, no? I'll text ya- The Red Bull Neil's drinking, I'm dead and I'm blinking, And Joss is ungluing, When I'm mention pooing, Which I'm always doing- I mean, mentioning pooing-- I mean --ART