Love I will return over and over I have been turned into something else And I will return over and over I have been turned into something else Something else Love strike me down with lightning and thunder I have been turned into something else Strike me down with lightning and thunder I have been turned into something else Something else High on a hill Petrarch writes poems to Laura High on a hill Petrarch writes love songs to Laura Laura Laura Laura Laura Laura Laura High on a hill Petrarch turns into something else Love I will return over and over I have been turned into something else And I will return over and over You have turned me into something else

I love you! What the fuck? Holy shit. Oh my god, did she really just say that “I love you”? My hands, look at my hands! What do I do with my hands? It’s been like three months. No, I guess more like four months. Ok fine it’s been six months. But still whaddya do when she’s there And you’re there And she’s nice And you’re scared And it just kinda slips out. Do you say, “Hey pal, thank you!” And give her a handshake? Should I just take my pizza And turn to go? What the fuck? What a switch. We go on like ten thousand dates And he’s nice, and you’re nice. And he’s cute, and you’re way more than cute. So then what’s the problem Did I totally misread this? We said no strings attached. But still whaddya do when he’s there And you’re there And he’s sweet And you’re lame And it just kinda slips out. Do you say, “Oh just kidding” And pretend it didn’t happen? Do you just let it hang there And turn to go? I am not used to this kind of thing But I could get used to this kind of thing. To be honest, I can’t imagine you in my life But I can’t imagine you not in my life So tell me you feel the same way Or I’ll walk out the door. Why is he standing there / Fuck fuck fuck Just waiting for me to leave / I’ve gotta say something to let her know I feel like I’m gonna throw up / I’m not used to this kind of thing. And why is he letting me / Holy fuck Just stand here and hang in this limbo / There’s so much more in me that I can show I’m really gonna throw up / I could get used to this kind of thing Was this all a mistake? Will I wake up tomorrow? And be able to say That I feel the same way? I don’t know what to say Tim, it’s really okay You show me in your own way. You don’t have to-- I love you. Well that wasn’t so hard to say.

Hold me close And I will love you I will love you Hold me close And I will need you I will need you Lay your hand on my shoulder I will lean into your flowery smell Take me to your bedroom Lay me down on your sheets My life is complete Hold me close And I will love you I will love you

Throughout the years, us gays have had it all. We’re hot, we’re ripped, we’re cleaner than Lysol. We know what’s what, what’s in, what’s out, who’s who. So let me ask you, Meg, just who are you? It’s time to shape up and bump up our old standards Haven’t you heard the good news? Search in your heart and you’ll hear it loud and clear: ‘Cuz straight guys need to put in effort too! (But Josh how can we expect straight men to ever compete with gay men and straight girls? I mean we spend hours and hours on our hair, our makeup, our outfits. Isn’t that just too much to ask of boring old heterosexual men? In fact it’s not!) Take a look at yourself. You work so hard. You primp and preen. All that work deserves a guy Who’s not afraid to say, “Yaaaas Kween!” These men here have potential, Don’t get me wrong it’s deep inside. But with respect and lots of glitter A het could make you feel glorified. It’s time to shape up and bump up our old standards Haven’t you heard the good news? Search in your heart and you’ll hear it loud and clear: ‘Cuz straight guys need to put in effort too! (What are we doing? I’m putting in effort! If your man isn’t literally dancing circles around you, then what is he doing? I mean that seems a little extreme-- Meg, you’re not hearing me! You deserve this, sis. So you’re saying that if straight men put in as much effort as girls they wouldn’t actually seem gay, they’d just be doing the absolute bottom line to respect their partners? Exactly! Oh I get it! C’mon, now you give it a try! A’ 5, 6, 7, 8... Ok yeah you’re getting it. Now let’s hear them pipes, henny! What? Sing! I can’t-- Sing, Meg, sing!) For years I’ve wished that guys stepped up To all the work I undergo. In fact to make my point much clearer Let’s slow down the tempo. In the olden days guys could get away With stunts that made me sick. (Yaaas bitch) But now I’ll never let them off the hook Even if they’ve got a really big… Shhhhhh! So! It’s time to shape up and bump up our old standards Haven’t you heard the good news? Search in your heart and you’ll hear it loud and clear: ‘Cuz straight guys need to put in effort too! Search in your heart and you’ll hear it loud and clear: Straight guys need to put in- Straight guys need to put in- Straight guys need to put in- Straight guys need to put in- (What about bisexuals? And maybe also non-binary people?) Oh yeah… Straight guys need to put. in. effort toooooooo! Come and get us boys.

It’s a funny story How I came to be Lying here on this table In the mortuary It’s a bit of a haze I was biking down comm ave thinking, man I hate Tuesdays Then a truck rounded the corner and That was the end of my days And before my soul can die I need to be identified Identified Identified My parents are probably Driving down I-95 I must’ve really let them down Couldn’t keep their daughter alive I wish they didn’t have to see me Here in this state thinking, Now I’m history Will they recognize my face, Will they wander this world lost without me? Before my soul can die, I need to be identified Identified Identified Was that a creak at the door there? I guess the moment’s arrived Hey it’s me your kiddo Who you’ve now survived I wish someone could do this instead of them Some kind of angel, Some kind of friend And here come the footsteps I guess this is the end- Professor? Iris? Yeah, it’s me. Yeah, that’s her. Identified Identified Identified

On the mountain of Geumo On the mountain of Geumo Lived a girl who would become a great general More than victory in battle More than victory in battle The girl wished for life eternal To ward away the King of Death The girl grew orange trees heaven blessed And used her strength and drew her bow To escape the world below Her body was buried Her soul roamed for seven years Would she ever be free? To ward away the King of Death The girl grew orange trees heaven blessed And used her strength and drew her bow To escape the world below Her body was buried Her soul roamed for seven years Would she ever be free?

I am waiting for seven years to go by To take hold of my life with clean hands Seven years, so every inch of my skin can Die He said baby girl you’re wise beyond your years No need for seventeen year old tears Seven years, so every inch of my skin can Die Die Just let me hold you Just until the bell rings (4x) None of me infected with your touch Free of your haunting, your teeth, your punch I thought I’d weathered the storm But I was standing in the eye Eye Just let me hold you Just until the bell rings (4x) Ahhh That time I bit your arm You thought it was for play But I wanted to see you bleed Next time I’ll bite harder My heartbeat in my ears Drowns out your voice Thank God Thank God Am I feeding the fire Or just letting it burn Touching me will not make your wrinkles stretch firm Your bones strong or your head less heavy I am practiced in shedding skin Each layer tougher than the last But I will bend like the trees To be unshakeable is to snap You say I’m killing you, I wish I was actually killing you I can’t be controlled, no (x16) Just after the bell rings

Powder, mascara, and blush fake teeth, nothing is real You don’t want me to be me. (A mother just wants her daughter to be the best she can be, and you can be a champion.) That version of me, the one you want to see can be packaged and tied with a bow. She’s never been real, A fantasy you can’t let go. See the girl in the mirror become nothing but inches and shame Hear the sickening sound of your weight being flushed down the drain All alone in the bathroom stall, All alone in that bathroom stall Your life can’t be wasted on washing your skin out You try to keep smiling but still you’re a mess With pain and precision you’ve painted a face on But then in the end to yourself you’ll confess I was blessed with this body of mine You were blessed with this body of yours Why are you putting me here on the front lines? I am made of so much more. You can’t ever imagine I pray you never will Feel the years of perfection, a weight that keeps pulling you down No matter your efforts to lift it, to the whims of time you are bound. So what a joy for this dried petal to see her seedling be crowned. My life has been spent on you, pinching and tucking I’ve tried to support you but now it’s a mess With fervor and ardor I’ve made you my upswing But after these years I just have to confess I can’t fight with this body of mine. You can’t fight with this body of yours. I am standing here on the front line. You’re a victim of my war. I stand here in this battle of mine You stand there in that battle of yours Don’t make me live my life by your guidelines Show me I’m worth fighting for. I believe in this body of yours / I will help you heal this brain of yours Put your hand in this hand of mine / Stand with me on the front lines I will love you and fight until the end With our own selves make amends (Do you get it? Maybe not yet, but I’m willing to try. I’m going to try. Good. Let’s go home.)

Oh hold me ‘round. I’ve been running for a long time. With these pockets full of lead I see a long path left behind. My darling let me know If those troubled hands can turn a page. ‘Cuz baby it’s time to clean up And no, I don’t mean just with sage. But I, I, I can feel that I do know you. And I, I, I, am ready to have and hold you. But where, where are you? Put down, put down your roots. Now we’re here, here on dry land Far away from your calloused hands. I know that you were born To strive for nothing less than gold. But maybe just this once This runner up could be so bold But I, I, I sense that I don’t know you. And now, now, now your home is not my home, too But where, where are we? We’re lost in a memory. It was you who I used to trust. Now my place just collecting dust. (Instrumental) Years and years and years go by We’ve been telling the same old lie. Do I even say goodbye To a love that’s long since died?

Dashing through the snow In a one-horse open sleigh O’er the fields we go Laughing all the way (ha ha ha!) Bells on bobtail ring Making spirits bright What fun it is to ride and sing A sleighing song tonight. 종소리 울려라 종소리 울려 우리썰매 빨리 달려 종소리 울려라 jong-so-li ul-lyeo-la jong-so-li ul-lyeo u-li-sseol-mae ppal-li dal-lyeo jong-so-li ul-lyeo-la- 叮叮当 叮叮当 铃声多响亮 你看他不避风霜 面容多么慈祥 dīng dīng dāng dīng dīng dāng líng shēng duō xiǎng liàng nǐ kàn tā bú bì fēng shuāng miàn róng duó me cí xiáng איך בין אַ קליינער דריידל, געמאַכט בין איך פון בלײַ Ich bin a kleyner dreidel, gemacht bin ich fun blai. קומט לאָמיר אַלע שפּילן, אין דריידל – איינס, צוויי, דרײַ Kumt lomir ale schpilen, in dreidel – eins zwei drai אוי, דריידל, דריידל, דריידל, אוי, דריי זיך, דריידל, דריי Oi, dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, oi, drei sich, dreidel, drei. טאָ לאָמיר אַלע שפּילן, אין דריידל, איינס און צוויי To lomir ale schpilen, in dreidel eins un zwei. I have a little dreidel. I made it out of clay. / Jingle bells, jingle bells, Jingle all the way. And when it's dry and ready, then dreidel I shall play. / Oh! what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh. Oh dreidl, dreidl, dreidl, I made it out of clay. / Jingle bells, jingle bells, Jingle all the way. Oh dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, / Oh! what fun it is to ride Then dreidel I shall play. / In a one-horse open sleigh. I’ve felt so alone Searching for a home Feeling like a visitor In every place I’ve roamed. I tried to carry on A piece of me was gone But now I see it’s here with you A sister to lean on Jingle bells, jingle bells, Jingle all the way. Oh! what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh. Jingle bells, jingle bells, Jingle all the way; Oh! what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh!

When the storm is over When the storm is over We put back on our shoes We pack our scarves into our suitcases When the storm is over The air is new When the clouds lighten When the lightning stops its striking We say goodbye to what was And say hello to what is When the storm (The storm) is over When the storm (The storm) is over When the grass grows taller And the wind breathes calmer We say goodbye to what was And say hello to what is When the storm (The storm) is over When the storm (The storm) is over Ah We’ll miss dancing in the rain Ah Soon the clouds will move across the seas and bring a storm again Again (over and over) The storm is over The storm is over The storm is--