Cola (Monologue) – lyrics
With music strong I come
With my cornets and my drums
I play not marches for accepted victors only
I play great marches for conquered and slain persons.
Have you heard that it was good the gain the day?
I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same
spirit in which they are won.
I beat and pound for the dead
I blow through my embouchures my loudest
and gayest for them.
In May my heart was breaking- Oh, wide the wound, and deep! And bitter it beat at waking, And sore it split in sleep. And when it came November, I sought my heart, and sighed, "Poor thing, do you remember?" "What heart was that?" it cried.
Autumn moonlight- a worm digs silently into the chestnut.
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me Fluttering from the autumn tree. I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow; I shall sing when night's decay Ushers in a drearier day.
By Spike Milligan
Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
I’ll draw a sketch of thee,
What kind of a pencil shall I use?
2B or not 2B?