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"We're gonna teach 'em how to say goodbye! One last time!" [ One Last Time, Hamilton the Musical ] . . . #hamilton #hamiltonmusical #onelasttime #broadwaylyrics #watercolors #brushlettering #calligraphy #inspired #iseasilyamused
“Why waste your breath moaning at the crowd?// Nothing can be done to stop the shouting!// if every tongue were still, the noise would still continue// the rocks and stones themselves would start to sing!”—Hosanna, Jesus Christ Superstar. Blessed Palm Sunday to all those observing! #83/365.3 #yearinselfies #2018 #palmsunday #palmsunday🌿 #palmsunday2018 #holyweek #christian #lgbtchristian #easter #lent #hosanna #peaceinheaven #gaychristian #gay #gayboy #gayboygpoy #gayman #instagay #palmcross #hosannainthehighest #broadwaylyrics #jesuschristsuperstar #heysanna (at Allentown, Pennsylvania)
(Wendla): Whispering… Hear the ghosts in the moonlight. Sorrow doing a new dance Through their bones, through their skin Listening— To the souls in the fool’s night Fumbling mutely with their rude hands… And there’s heartache without end… See the father bent in grief, The mother dressed in mourning. Sister crumples, And the neighbours grumble. The preacher issues warnings… History… Little Miss didn’t do right. Went and ruined all the true plans— Such a shame, such a sin. Mystery… Home alone on a school night. Harvest moon over the blue land; Summer longing on the wind… Had a sweetheart on his knees, So faithful and adoring. And he touched me, And I let him love me. So, let that be my story… Listening… For the hope, for the new life— Something beautiful, a new chance. Hear, it’s whispering, there, again… (Dialogue between second and third stanza, the third and fourth stanza, and the fifth and sixth stanza. Instrumental piece between the sixth and seventh stanza)
Whispering, Spring Awakening
Go out and tell our story Let it echo far and wide Make them hear you Make them hear you How justice was our battle And how justice was denied Make them hear you Make them hear you And say to those who blame us For the way we chose to fight That sometimes there are battles Than are more than black or white And I could not put down my sword When justice was my right Make them hear you Make them hear you Go out and tell our story To your daughters and your sons Make them hear you Make them hear you And tell them in our struggle We were not the only ones Make them hear you Make them hear you Your sword can be a sermon Or the power of the pen Teach every child to raise his voice And then, my brothers, then Will justice be demanded by Ten million righteous men Make them hear you When they hear you I'll be near you Again