Tick, Tick...BOOM!

[perididdle]

KARESSA

You're on the air, I'm under ground
Signal's fading, can't be found
I finally open up
For you I would do anything
But you've turned off the volume
Just when I've begun to sing

Come to your senses
Defenses are not the way to go
And you know, or at least you knew
Everything's strange, you've changed
And I don't know what to do to get through
I don't know what to do

I have to laugh
You sure put on a show
Love is passe in this day and age
How can we expect it to grow?

You as the night
Me as the dream
All I've got tonight
Is static on a screen

Come to your senses
The fences inside are not for real
If we feel as we did, and I do

Can't you recall when this all began
It was only you and me
It was only me and you

But now the air is
Filled with confusion
We replace care with illusion

It's cool to be cold
Nothing lasts anymore
Love becomes disposable
This is the shape of things
We cannot ignore

Come to your senses
Suspense is fine if your just an
Empty image emanating out
Of a screen

Baby be real, you can feel again
You don't need a music box melody
To know what I mean

Deep in my eyes, what do you see
Deep in my sighs, listen to me
Let the music commence from inside
Not only one sense, but use all five

Come to your senses
Come to your senses
Come to your senses
Baby come back
Alive

Karessa...Johnny's character in a musical he's trying to write. I've decided she's yelling at him both to just LISTEN, so she can help him as a muse, and to LISTEN - to SUSAN, who is practically screaming at him, asking him why he's changed to much.


Jonathan:
Why do we play with fire?
Why do we run our finger through the flame?
Why do we leave our hand on the stove-
Although we know we're in for some pain?

Oh, why do we refuse to hang a light
When the streets are dangerous?
Why does it take an accident
Before the truth gets through to us?

Cages or wings?
Which do you prefer?
Ask the birds.

Fear or love, baby?
Don't say the answer
Actions speak louder than words.

Michael:
Why should we try to be our best
When we can just get by and still gain?
Why do we nod our heads

Michael and Jonathan:
Although we know

Michael:
The boss is wrong as rain?

Jonathan:
Why should we blaze a trail
When the well worn path seems safe and
Jonathan and Susan:
So inviting?

Susan:
How-as we travel, can we

Susan and Jonathan:
See the dismay-
And keep from fighting?

Jonathan:
Cages or wings?
Which do you prefer?
Ask the birds

Michael and Susan:
Cages or wings?

Ah...

All:
Fear or love, baby?
Don't say the answer

Jonathan
Actions speak louder than words

Michael and Susan:
Louder than, louder than

Jonathan:
What does it take
To wake up a generation?

All:
How can you make someone
Take off and fly?

Jonathan
If we don't wake up
And shake up the nation
We'll eat the dust of the world
Wondering why

Michael and Susan:
Why

Susan
Why do we stay with lovers

Susan and Jonathan:
Who we know, down deep

Susan:
Just aren't right?

Jonathan:
Why would we rather

All:
Put ourselves through hell
Than sleep alone at night?

Jonathan:
Why do we follow leaders who never lead?

Michael:
Why does it take catastrophe to start a revolution?

Michael and Susan
If we're so free, tell me why?

Jonathan:
Someone tell me why
So many people bleed?

Jonathan:
Cages or wings?
Which do you prefer?
Ask the birds.

Michael and Susan:
Cages or wings?

Ah...

All:
Fear or love, baby?
Don't say the answer.

Jonathan:
Actions speak louder than

Michael and Susan:
Louder than, louder than
Louder than, louder than

All:
Cages or wings?
Which do you prefer?

Jonathan:
Ask the birds

Michael and Susan:
Ah...

All:
Fear or love baby?
Don't say the answer

Jonathan:
Actions speak louder than

Michael and Susan:
Louder than, louder than, ooh

Jonathan:
They speak louder
Actions speak louder than...

Michael and Susan:
Louder than, louder than, aah

All:
Words.

I just love that song. No REAL reason, cept it rocks beyond reason. Song and lyrics.


Johnny

Don't step on Samone
Over knowin' Phillipe
They're still on the living room floor, asleep
Flight was delayed
But they got it so cheap
In Amsterdam

The cat jumped up
From the fire escape
He's a little shook up
But he don't have a scrape
Climb up to the roof
Let's make a crepe
You bring the jam

This is the life, bo bo, bo bo bo
This is the life, bo bo, bo bo bo
This is the life, bo bo, bo bo bo
Bohemia

Shower's in the kitchen
There might be some soap
Dishes in the sink
Brush your teeth, if you can cope
Toilettes in the closet
You better hope
There's a light bulb in there, bo bo bo

Dino called yesterday
The rent is overdue
Connet and New York Telephone, are mad too
Better screen the calls for a day or two
Or cough up your share

This is the life, bo bo, bo bo bo
This is the life, bo bo, bo bo bo
This is the life, bo bo, bo bo bo
Bohemia

Revolving door roommates
Prick up your ears
Fourteen people in just four years
Anna, Max and Jonathan
And Jonathan and Cary
David, Tim, no Tim was just a guest
From June to January
Margaret, Lisa, David, Susie,
Stephen, Joe and Sam
And Elsa, the bill collector's dream
Is still on the lam

Don't forget the neighbors
Michelle and Gay
More like a family
Than a family, hey
The cat's: Lucy, Mr. Beeb
Bouncer, rest his soul
And Vinster, who took one look
And stayed for days down in that hole.

This is the life, bo bo, bo bo bo
This is the life, bo bo, bo bo bo
This is the life, bo bo, bo bo bo
Bohemia

The garbage trucks
Have turned into limousines
Rat infested diners
Now are fancy restaurants
The gallery opens
You know what that means
There goes the neighborhood
Here come the debutantes

But at 508 the halls
Are still that dingy brown
508, the walls are cracked or falling down
508, we all know the day it changes
Is the day we all should blow this town

The time is flying
And everything is dying
I thought by now
I'd have a dog, a kid, and wife
The ship is sort of sinking
So let's start Drinking
Before we start thinking
Is this a life?

Is this a life?, bo bo, bo bo bo
Is this a life?, no no, no no no
Is this a life?, bo bo, bo bo bo
Bohemia
Bohemia
Bo-he-mi-a
Bo, bo, bo, bo

I love Jonathan Larson. He lived the bohemian lifestyle and it was tough luck if you were gonna stop him from living it to the fullest. If he knew how well his stories were doing, I know he'd preserve them to their fullest. He wouldn't let the movie be made, he wouldn't let Scary Spice and Joey Fatone dance across the Nederlander Theatre stage. He would love his fans.

RIP Jonathan Larson - The Benevolent God. ^_^

-Maddy

P.S. I post too many song lyrics. Oh well.