May 14, 2003

I love working with brilliant geniuses.

A collaborator of mine and I are working on a musical set in a temp agency just after September 11. She sent me the following lyric, for a scene in which a new applicant is being interviewed.

One day you wake up weird,
All meaning disappeared,
And everything you’ve feared
Is right beside you.
You thought that you could cope,
But then you find out, nope,
‘Cause every smallest hope
Will be denied you.

All life ends, I have learned.
You’re hot, and then you’re burned,
And everything you’ve earned
Is dust and ashes.
We live like no one’s heard
That every goal’s absurd
And every dream deferred
Until it crashes.

I . . . I need to rate you on perkiness.

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