The visitors find the children gone from school:. aged relations sling their guns across the desks.... there'll be no break-time for them unless. they talk about tomorrow.
I stretch my hands,. clutch vacant laughter. in silence and sweet, sweet pain;. without demand,. but with a longing. for what will never come again.. I smell your perfume.
THE VOICES House. Wet Vaults. Caissons. We breathe.... OF THE Undercroft. Abutments. Stones. Wood. Breathe.... HOUSE Buttresses. Bressumers. Spandrels. We Breathe....
(Immediately afterwards, Madeline Usher enters, in a trance). MADELINE Carriages at seven. I shall wear the flower he gave me. It's so cold here. deep beneath the lapping water....
CHORUS Three endless days of bitter grief passed. and Montresor abandoned any attempt to cheer his friend.. Then came a sudden change in Usher's. demeanour, whose significance he was soon to comprehend..
IT NEVER RAINS IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA. ALBERT HAMMOND. Got on a board a west bound seven forty seven. Didn't think before deciding what to do. All that talk of opportunities, TV breaks and movies.
THE CHORUS The chorus has often an unenviable role to play,. often a distasteful task to perform;. summoned as witness to uncounted crime,. she's the silent accomplice of all,.
My father is a doctor, he's a familiy man. My mother works for charity whenever she can. They're both good clean Americans who abide by the law. They both stick up for liberty and they both support the war..
(The following morning). MADELINE That must be Montresor.... Good morning! Oh, how lovely to see you -. since Roderick told me you were coming. I have been so excited..
CHORUS Late that evening the Lady Madeline. again succumbed to the power. of her dark afflictions.. Her brother and her friend sat by her. and Montresor, although familiar with many.
i can feel you silently whisper. i can feel your perpetual stare. i can feel your heat surrounding me,. but when i look you're never there. CHORUS. tell me a riddle, tell me the truth.
matters of the heart never mattered much to me. never really understood what the matter could be -. so i tried to think it over, take the matter in hand.
Sometimes it's very scary here; sometimes it's very sad;. sometimes I think I'll disappear; betimes I think I have.. There's a line snaking down my mirror :.
i thought i was awake - but i must have been dreaming. 'cause somewhere in the daylight i fell in love with you. i wanted to believe i'd be safe in your arms.
were we friends? were we lovers?. does it matter - one or the other?. but faces fade, the trail grows cold. did something happen - or was it a phase?.
sometimes i get so tired - sometimes it gets too hard. i don't know what keeps me going and i whistle in the dark. sometimes it feels like there's work to be done.
are you familiar - have i seen you before?. or are you just a shadow?. silhouette - nothing more?. CHORUS. maybe love has a face i don't recognize. maybe love has a face i won't look in the eyes.
like any other monday. i drove in, i drove out. don't remember what i thought about it seems-. but lately when i dream.... CHORUS. i dream wild horses.
another hour in another day. i speak in all directions what i think they want to hear me say. another day becomes a lost and lonely night. and i don't understand why nothing feels right.
It's one of those nights. and it's too dark to be alone. just one of those nights. i don't know where you are, there's a chill in the stars. and the moon must be turning to stone.