kaufman
Director of Cats
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[b]William Spankspeare proudly presents:
The Four Gentlemen of Liverpool
Dramatis Personae:[/b]
[i]Pepper: A fan
Lucy: A fan
John: A visionary
Paul: An entertainer
Richard: A drummer
George: A mystic
Wilhelm: A Show Nazi
Julia: A young fan
Eleanor: A young fan
Mr. Kite: A concerned parent
Rocky: A young fan
Neilson: A tv watcher
Samantha: A witch
Sabrina: A witch
Yoko: A self-proclaimed artist
Mark: An assassin
Rosenkrantz: A television executive
Guildenstern: A television executive[/i]
Act I: Liverpool, 1958
Act II: Hamburg, 1961
Act I: New York, 1964
Act I: San Francisco, 1966
Act I: London, 1968
Act I: London, 1970
Act I: New York, 1980
Act I: London, 2001
Act I: Jacksonville, 2005
Act I: Inside a Yellow Submarine, 2010
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| Herein lies a tale of John and Paul, and George and Richard, they had it all. Top of the charts. top of the world, until their doom upon them hurled. | |
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| We meet them now that fateful day, two young teens who want to play. | |
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| Verily thou lookest loverly with thine top of mopness. | |
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| Aye, and I can say the same about you. Perchance seekest thou a troubador of the sinistral orientation, who can reach the lowest of the low? | |
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| With a smidgen of assistance from my friends get I low, alas, yon Stuart diveth for our deep notes. | |
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| Prithee drivest Stuart off yon sutte cliff, for from here on out thou shalt let it be, all thine bass are belong to me. | |
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| The nights grow long, Temperatures do wane. We cross the Channel To hone our playin'. This club in Hamburg Shall thus effect... | |
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| Now is the winter of our discotheque! So shake it up, urchin, Twist and shout, No one can silence us 'Til this long night is out. | |
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| Art thou quite sure? I fear we may be infected by a Teutonic plague, a nasty rat bite may end our loud night. | |
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| Fearest not, for if we play, God wins. Laws, even, are nary enow to bring our set to a ... | |
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An entrance ne'er more so grand
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| o/` She was three less than a score, Must needs I speak no more, And her visage held incomparable delight. | |
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| For aught might I wit' other maidens flit, For she'd come thither upright. | |
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Beatlemania sweeps the land
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| To sleep with Paul, perchance so dreamy. | |
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| Boy, you look like a naughty girl, you've let your hair grow down. | |
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| Scandalous, scandalous, Lennon speaks out, "Bigger than Jesus, sans fragment of doubt!" | |
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| Certes, we are, Jesus is just a scrawny threereasons character to a big cross nail'd. I'd show you, but our rules would be fail'd. | |
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| Double, double, boil and bubble, Beatles fall into deep trouble. Blasphemy doth get them cursed. Aught can do to get reversed. | |
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| The voice of John hath seal'd their fate, the end begins in sixty-eight ... | |
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| Gather ye round, and meet my new wife. Remains she with me, the rest of my life. She is my woman, I am her man, I tell you in sooth, She's no flash in Japan. | |
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| Hi boys, how art thou doing? My name is Yoko. | |
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--- ken.kaufman@gmail.com
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