Well, if it's
Freedom that Faul wants, then he should listen to us. Otherwise he's stuck inside four walls, sent inside forever, never seeing no one... Alas, I'm afraid my words Faul upon tone-deaf plastic ears...
Well, if he can't come outside the four walls, I guess he could at least open a window. And, if he doesn't have a window, he can install one. I know what his Auntie Mame would tell him:
"Open a new window",
Open a new door,
Travel a new highway,
That's never been tried before;
Before you find you're a dull fellow,
Punching the same clock,
Walking the same tight rope
As everyone on the block.
The fellow you ought to be is three dimensional,
Soaking up life down to your toes,
Whenever they say you're slightly unconventional,
Just put your thumb up to your nose.
And show 'em how to dance to a new rhythm,
Whistle a new song,
Toast with a new vintage,
The fizz doesn't fizz too long.
There's only one way to make the bubbles stay,
Simply travel a new high way,
Dance to a new rhythm,
Open a new window ev'ry day!
If you follow your Auntie Mame
She'll make this vow, my little love,
That on the last day of your life
You'll be smiling the same young smile
You're smiling now, my little love,
If you wake up ev'ry mornin'
And you pull aside the shutter,
And you promise me that these'll be
The first words that you utter
Open a new window,
Open a new door,
Travel a new highway,
That's never been tried before;
Before you find you're a dull fellow,
Punching the same clock,
Walking the same tight rope
As everyone on the block.
The fellow you ought to be is three dimensional,
Soaking up life down to your toes,
Mame and Agnes:
Whenever they say you're slightly unconventional,
Patrick:
Just put your thumb up to your nose.
Mame and All:
And show 'em how to dance to a new rhythm,
Whistle a new song,
Toast with a new vintage,
The fizz doesn't fizz too long.
There's only one way to make the bubbles stay,
Simply travel a new high way,
Dance to a new rhythm,
Open a new window ev'ry day!
[Lyrics rippped off from, no doubt, some illegal web site that posts millions of song lyrics without permission. They do it for web advertising; I did it for research. Call me a scientist. Oh the purity, oh the altruism.]
After all, that song is from Jerry Herman's very famous Broadway musical "Mame", of which the publishing rights are owned by a tiny, little known corporation d/b/a MPL Communications.......
Hey, why are my drapes beginning to swirl?
