I Can't Breathe (excerpt)
BEWARE THE MAGGOTS.
THEY’RE ALL AROUND.
OOZE, THEY OOZE, THEY BUBBLE UP, UP FROM THE FLOOR AND UP MY UNDER-SKIRT.
ITCH. THEY SCRATCH. THEY CRAWL INSIDE MY BOSOM STEALING COINS.
FEEL THEM HATCHING,
FEEL THEM LATCHING LEECHING,
SCRATCHING, SCREECHING...
BEWARE THE MAGGOTS.
THEY’RE ALL AROUND.
OOZE, THEY OOZE, THEY BUBBLE UP, UP FROM THE FLOOR AND UP MY UNDER-SKIRT.
ITCH. THEY SCRATCH. THEY CRAWL INSIDE MY BOSOM STEALING COINS.
FEEL THEM HATCHING,
FEEL THEM LATCHING LEECHING,
SCRATCHING, SCREECHING...
I Can't Breathe - clip (from The Rocking Horse Winner) Lyrics by David Rackoff, Music by Sahara Sunday Spain
Let's Build a Fort (excerpt)
NOT JUST FOR YOU, BETHY, I MISS IT, TOO.
I WISH I WAS BACK IN THE BASEMENT WITH YOU.
WE THWARTED ALL MANNER OF FRIGHTFUL ATTACKS,
ARMED ONLY WITH PILLOWS AND FLASHLIGHTS AND SNACKS!
WE'LL BUILD A FORT OUT OF PILLOWS AND SHEETS.
WE'LL BUNKER INSIDE 'TIL THE DANGER RETREATS.
OUR FORT FLOATS ON WATER, WE'LL SAIL 'CROSS THE SEA.
AND YOU AND THE TEDDY BEARS ALL COME WITH ME.
NOT JUST FOR YOU, BETHY, I MISS IT, TOO.
I WISH I WAS BACK IN THE BASEMENT WITH YOU.
WE THWARTED ALL MANNER OF FRIGHTFUL ATTACKS,
ARMED ONLY WITH PILLOWS AND FLASHLIGHTS AND SNACKS!
WE'LL BUILD A FORT OUT OF PILLOWS AND SHEETS.
WE'LL BUNKER INSIDE 'TIL THE DANGER RETREATS.
OUR FORT FLOATS ON WATER, WE'LL SAIL 'CROSS THE SEA.
AND YOU AND THE TEDDY BEARS ALL COME WITH ME.
Let's Build a Fort - clip (from the short musical Let's Build a Fort) Lyrics by David Rackoff, Music by Sahara Sunday Spain
Rats in the Rectory (excerpt)
SLAP! I’M AWAKE. I’M ALIVE.
I AM NOT AFRAID. SLAP!
I’M AWAKE. I’M A GOOD MOUSE SAFE IN CHURCH.
OH THE ROYAL CHURCH.
PRAISE! WHERE THE QUEEN IN HER GOWN,
IN HER CAPE, WITH HER MITRED HEAD,
WELCOMING ME WITH OPEN FANGS.
THERE ARE RATS.
THERE ARE RATS.
THERE ARE RATS IN THE RECTORY.
LOOK! IN THE RECTORY!
LOOK! SEE THEIR EYES.
SEE THEIR BLACK EYES TURN TO RED.
SLAP! I’M AWAKE. I’M ALIVE.
I AM NOT AFRAID. SLAP!
I’M AWAKE. I’M A GOOD MOUSE SAFE IN CHURCH.
OH THE ROYAL CHURCH.
PRAISE! WHERE THE QUEEN IN HER GOWN,
IN HER CAPE, WITH HER MITRED HEAD,
WELCOMING ME WITH OPEN FANGS.
THERE ARE RATS.
THERE ARE RATS.
THERE ARE RATS IN THE RECTORY.
LOOK! IN THE RECTORY!
LOOK! SEE THEIR EYES.
SEE THEIR BLACK EYES TURN TO RED.
Rats in the Rectory - clip (from The Tyrant of Wonderland) Lyrics by David Rackoff, Music by Sahara Sunday Spain
The Racing Horse Winner (excerpt)
THE HORSES TAKE OFF LIKE A PASSIONATE PRAYER,
LIKE A WISP FROM A CANDLE THAT GLIDES THROUGH THE AIR.
LIKE GIDDY YOUNG CATH’LICS AWAITING COMMUNION.
LIKE MOUNTED BATTALIONS PRESERVING THE UNION.
THE HORSES TAKE OFF LIKE A PASSIONATE PRAYER,
LIKE A WISP FROM A CANDLE THAT GLIDES THROUGH THE AIR.
LIKE GIDDY YOUNG CATH’LICS AWAITING COMMUNION.
LIKE MOUNTED BATTALIONS PRESERVING THE UNION.
The Racing Horse Winner - clip (from The Rocking Horse Winner) Lyrics by David Rackoff, Music by Sahara Sunday Spain