Philip Glass - Einstein on the Beach (Knee Play) | Текст песни

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KNEE PLAY CHARACTER 1 : Numbers and Mr Bojangles
(recite numbers randomly)

KNEE PLAY CHARACTER 2 : Text from Knee Play 1
(Text written by Christopher Knowles)

Would it get some wind for the sailboat. And it could get for it is.
It could get the railroad for these workers. And it could be were it is.
It could Franky it could be Franky it could be very fresh and clean
It could be a balloon.
All these are the days my friends and these are the days my friends.
It could get some wind for the sailboat. And it could get for it is.
It could get the railroad for these workers. It could get for it is were.
It could be a balloon. It could be Franky. It could be very fresh and clean.
All these are the days my friends and these are the days my friends.
It could be those days.
Will it get some wind for the sailboat and it could get for it is it.
It could get the railroad for these workers workers. It could get for it is.
All these are the days my friends and these are the days my friends.

But these days of 888 cents in 100 coins of change...
These are the days my friends and these are my days my friends.
Make a to on these are the days loop
So if you say will it get some wind for the sailboat and it could for
It could be Franky it could he very fresh and clean. So it could be those ones. So if

You cash the bank of world traveler from 10 months ago.
Do you remember Honz the bus driver..., Well I put the red ball
blue ball two black and white balls. And Honz pushed on his brakes and
the four balls went down to that. And Honz said. "get those four balls away from the gearshift" All these are the days my friends and these are the days my friends. It could get the railroad for these workers. Itmmcould
Would will it get some wind for the sailboat. And it could get for it is.

BUS DRIVER : Lovers on a Park Bench
(Text written by Mr. Samuel Johnson)

The day with its cares and perplexities is ended and the night is now upon us. The night should be a time of peace and tranquility, a time to relax and be calm. We have need of a soothing story to banish the disturbing thoughts of the day, to set at rest our troubled minds, and put at ease our ruffled spirits.

And what sort of story shall we hear ? Ah, it will be a familiar story, a story that is so very, very old, and yet it is so new. It is the old, old story of love.

Two lovers sat on a park bench with their bodies touching each other, holding hands in the moonlight.

There was silence between them. So profound was their love for each other, they needed no words to express it. And so they sat in silence, on a park bench, with their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight.

Finally she spoke. "Do you love me, John ?" she asked. "You know I love you. darling," he replied. "I love you more than tongue can tell. You are the light of my life. my sun. moon and stars. You are my everything. Without you I have no reason for being."

Again there was silence as the two lovers sat on a park bench, their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight. Once more she spoke. "How much do you love me, John ?" she asked. He answered : "How' much do I love you ? Count the stars in the sky. Measure the waters of the oceans with a teaspoon. Number the grains of sand on the sea shore. Impossible, you say. Yes and it is just as impossible for me to say how much I love you.

"My love for you is higher than the heavens, deeper than Hades, and broader than the earth. It has no limits, no bounds. Everything must have an ending except my love for you."

There was more of silence as the two lovers sat on a park bench with their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight.

Once more her voice was heard. "Kiss me, John" she implored. And leaning over, he pressed his lips warmly to hers in fervent osculation...

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