Premiered at Woodrow’s Roadside Shelter, Vienna, MO – 2/12/2008
ACT 1
Epaminandas at Leuctra
MacMurphy’s Head
Outremer
Silent Butler
Valentine from Valley Forge
La Garde Reculé
Count It with Numbers
ACT 2
If the War Goes On
On the Eve of Camerone
Washichu
Apacharia
Stone Cold Sunshine
Remembrance Day
ACT 3
Holding Attack
End Game
Cold War Clientele
Execution Style
New Dark Ages
Burn Ward
Talking Points
Rock Hardon just called a staff meeting
To hear a complaint about cheating
Our Xerox machine
Could not be wiped clean
So privates were publicly sheeting
Our boss employed a receptionist
Whose beauty we could not compare
Double D cups woke up the knights
As pheromones surged through the air
Her chair is usually empty
Excepting this handwritten note:
"I have just stepped out for the male"
Exactly as written I quote
Ah, sweet business!
And it's smooth as usual!
I freaking love life.
This one called that one a crook;
That one called this one a dud.
Neither could be clearly seen,
Once they were done slinging mud.
Thomas Watson works to cure
the diversity of man
with computers to assure
no one takes flight from their plan
as the mesh gets cinched tighter
behind lines then walls of stone,
dooming writer and fighter
to brave barricades alone
while the cabal keeps gaining
freedoms we should be saving.
Brotherly trust drifts; waning
flags are waving, still craving
blood for profit and order
with smiles and needles in hand
to dissolve creed and border
in culling their grand demand.
"Business As Usual"
I keep saying to myself I''m a M.O.B.
I choose my friends cautiously
and on the account of fallin in love
It sure did cost me
so now I ask myself, do you still believe its just business.
When your on ya knees asking for forgiveness
where God's the only witness this white America needs
either someone's dropping you knowledge
or your being deceived
being naive or taking heed
waking up every morning
not knowing where the next day could lead
doctor's pumping on ya chest talking bout breath
just another adrenaline rush
ashes to ashes dust to dust
in this cold world for a black male overcoming is a must
this is God's world and their ain't never
been a such thing as luck
this is the life I'm living where I'm drowning in a bloody pool
but I keep telling myself its business as usual
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