Quotes From my Favourites

 

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.