rest easy sweet soul
i love you, i miss you
you will never ever be forgotten, you are one-of-a-kind
your beautiful face when you’re sleeping
your beautiful voice, singing in the car with you
your humor, and how you made me laugh so hard i cried countless times
you are my brother forever
the tony to my effy
i’m going to miss your aarbear hugs the most
your laugh and your perfect impressions/quotations of our favorite lines from our favorite shows
i will miss the way you get under my skin
so many people loved you buddy..
it’s crazy, because you thought nobody would show up to your funeral, but so many people did
maybe, hopefully, you knew deep down how loved you were
i'm so so sorry for all of my shittiness
but for as hard as we fought, we sure loved just as much and more
i know you would have hated some things about your funeral, but i hope you appreciate the ***** breaking bad and ooof maddon stickers, and tony soprano gold chain and medallion we put on you in your casket. it looked amazing on you
i’ll love meadow and see you in her, and feel close to you when i’m walking her
this wasn’t meant to happen.. i still expect to see a message or tweet or update from you when i wake up
you are forever in my heart ♥️ rip grains

Oh dear Aida ! Ma soprano lyrique
Je te mordille le lobule de l 'auricule
Je grignote l'hélix et je fouine dans l 'anthélix
Je visite ton auricule.
Ce soir je suis chaton de lynx
Ténor lyrique
Je te danse ma marche triomphale
Je suis Général cinq étoiles
Radamès l'Egyptien
Et je m'entortille la trompette dans le labyrinthe de tes cheveux
Comme dans une pelote de laine
Et je miaule et je ronronne :
"Aïda, mon éthiopienne,
Fille d'Amonasro,
Ci-devant esclave d'Amnéris, ta rivale,
Je suis ton esclave patenté
Ensevelis-moi vivant
Quand le moment viendra
et pends un de mes osselets à tes boucles d'oreille
Pour chanter ma mémoire "
Et joignant l'acte à la parole
Je t'administre un gentil piercing de mes griffes.
Et pendant que je te fais mon piercing
Toi tu joues aux osselets avec mon marteau,
Mon enclume et mon étrier.
Tu me dévores le vestige de mon oreille
Et tu me dis : "tu m'aimes maintenant !"

Je n'entends plus que le bruit de l'eau
Qui se mélange aux violons et aux cymbales
De l'orchestre philharmonique
Qui m'envahit comme le déluge
Et je te livre tous mes secrets

Et je m'accroche à tes cheveux
Soudain bleus avec des reflets verts
Comme tes ongles d'ailleurs
Tous verts sauf les pouces qui sont bleus
Pour combiner avec mes oreilles noyées.

N'est pas chaton de lynx qui veut
N'est pas maîtresse de chaton de lynx qui veut
Il faut accepter d'être lacérée de coups de griffes
Certes le félin se retient
Mais il a beau retenir ses griffes
Il est encore gamin
Il ne sait pas qu'il blesse
Il ignore que tu saignes
Il est innocent, le petiot,
Il a tout juste un mois bientôt
Et aux innocents les griffes pleines.

Et tu es maternelle
Tu lui prépares son lait
Et quand il pleure la nuit
Tu l'accueilles volontiers dans ta couche

Heureux les chatons de lynx
Gloria in excelsis deo
Car c'est enterrés vivants avec leur muse
Qu'ils connaîtront le paradis.

i have this fantasy in my mind
to sing the blues

to sing the songs of lonesome people
to belt it out from the bottom of my bellows to the tippy tops

i see my dark silhouette in even darker places
bringing sorrowful songs a touch of sweetness and whole lotta soul
soul that'll shake the lonesome loose

i could hide my face and bare all emotion
for strange familiar faces

so i'm crazy, yes, and secretly want to be a lounge singer
a lady of the night if you please
but think it over, then tell me truly that
to breath the blues for those who feel them
doesn't entice you as well

TENOR:
        My love!
        My first bassoon!
        The one - who taught me loves sweet tune!

{DRUMS}
        GONE!  GONE!  -  GONE!  GONE!

TENOR:­
        My love!
        My sweet La Lune!
        She came - and then was lost so soon!

{DRUMS}
        GONE!  GONE!  -  GONE!  GONE!

SOPRANO­:
        My love!
        My great Maestro!
        The one - who taught me all I know!

TENOR:
        Why?
        Why did she go?
        Why did she - L..E..A..V..E... - M..E?

{DRUMS}
        GONE!  GONE!  -  GONE!  GONE!

BARITON­E:
        My sweet La Lune! - She plays her tune
        Upon a shiny new bassoon!
        My sweet La Lune! - She plays for me
        Oh such ****** symphony!

{BRASS}
        OOM PAH PAH! - OOM PAH PAH!

TENOR:
        What's this?
        I spy La Lune?
        Blowing bassoon - a new c-o-n-d-u-c-t-o-r?
        His baton -
        She's sat upon!
        It seems she's found - a new i-n-s-t-r-u-c-t-o-r!

{DRUMS}
        GONE!  GONE!  -  GONE!  G­ONE!

SOPRANO:
        My love!
        My new found love!
        How I adore - your o-r-c-h-e-s-t-r-a-t-i-o-n!
        And with -
        Your dextrous hands -
        You fill me with - a-n-t-i-c-i-p-a-t-i-o-n!

BARITONE:
        My love!
        My new found love!
        You light me up - a shining c-a-n-d-l-e!
        And with -
        Your dextrous lips -
        My baton loves - to feel your H-A-N-D-E-L!

{BRASS}
        OOM PAH PAH! - OOM PAH PAH!

TENOR:
        The end!
        The end is nigh!
        And they must die! - There's no denying!
        But how -
        To pay them back?
        For they deceived - me with there l-y-i-n-g!

CHORUS:
        The end!
        The end is nigh!
       And they must die! - There's no denying!

TENOR*:
        Upon my word - I will make them pay!
        Upon my word - they will die THIS DAY!      

{TRIANGLE}
        TING!

{CURTAINS CLOSE - END OF ACT 1}