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Glory

From the pretty-boy front man

Who wasted opportunity

One song

He had the world at his feet

Glory

In the eyes of a young girl

A young girl

Find glory

Beyond the cheap colored lights

One song

Before the sun sets

Glory

On another empty life

Time flies

Time dies

Glory

One blaze of glory

One blaze of glory

Glory

Find glory

In a song that rings true

Truth like a blazing fire

An eternal flame

Find one song

A song about love

Glory

From the soul of a young man

A young man

Find the one song

Before the virus takes hold

Glory

Like a sunset

One song

To redeem this empty life

Time flies

And then no need

To endure anymore

Time dies

The door.

- What'd you forget?

- Got a light?

I know you, you're-

You're shivering

It's nothing

They turned off my heat

And I'm just a little weak on my feet

Would you light my candle?

- What are you staring at?

- Nothing

Your hair in the moonlight

You look familiar

- Can you make it?

- Just haven't eaten much today

At least the room

Stopped spinning anyway

- What?

- Nothing

- Your smile reminded me of-

- I always "remind people of"

- Who is she?

- She died

- Her name was April

- It's out again

Sorry 'bout your friend

Would you light my candle?

- Well?

- Yeah?

Oh, the wax

- It's-

- Dripping

- I like it between my-

- Fingers

I figured

Oh, well, good night

- It blew out again?

- No, I think that I dropped my stash

I know I've seen you out and about

When I used to go out

Your candle's out

I'm illin'

I had it when I walked in the door

It was pure

Is it on the floor?

The floor?

They say that I have the best ass

Below 14th Street

- Is it true?

- What?

- You're staring again

- Oh, no

I mean, you do have a nice-

I mean, you look familiar

- Like your dead girlfriend

- Only when you smile

But I'm sure I've seen you

Somewhere else

Do you go to the Cat Scratch Club?

That's where I work

I dance

Help me look

Yes

They used to tie you up

It's a living

I didn't recognize you

Without the handcuffs

We could light the candle

Oh, won't you light the candle?

Why don't you forget that stuff?

- You look like you're 16

- I'm 19

But I'm old for my age

I'm just born to be bad

I once was born to be bad

I used to shiver like that

- I have no heat, I told you

- I used to sweat

- I got a cold

- Uh-huh, I used to be a junkie

- But now and then I like to feel good

- Uh-huh

- Oh, here

- What's that?

Candy-bar wrapper.

We could light the candle

Oh, what'd you do to my candle?

- That was my last match

- Our eyes'll adjust

- Thank God for the moon

- Maybe it's not the moon at all

I hear Spike Lee's shootin'

Down the street

Bah humbug

Bah humbug

- Cold hands

- Yours too

Big

Like my father's

Do you wanna dance?

With you?

- No, with my father

- I'm Roger

They call me

They call me Mimi

Hi, you've reached Maureen

and Joanne. Leave a message.

Don't forget "Over the Moon,"

my performance...

...protesting the eviction of the

homeless and artists...

...from the 11th Street lot tonight

at midnight, between A and B.

Party at Life Cafe to follow.

Well, Joanne, we're off

I tried you at the office

And they said you were

Stage managing or something

Remind her that those unwed

mothers in Harlem need her help too.

Call Daisy for our itinerary

Or Alfred at Pound Ridge

Or Eileen at the State Department

In a pinch

We'll be at the spa for New Year's

Unless the senator changes his mind

- The hearings

- Oh, yes, kitten

Mommy's confirmation hearings

Begin on the 10th

We'll need you alone

By the 6th

- Harold!

- You hear that?

Just three weeks away

And she's already nervous

- I am not

- For Mommy's sake, kitten

No Doc Martens this time

And wear a dress, oh, and Kitten

- Have a merry

- And a bra

Enter Tom Collins.

Computer genius, teacher,

vagabond anarchist...

...who ran naked

through the Parthenon.

Bustelo, Marlboro

Banana by the bunch

A box of Cap'n Crunch

Will taste so good

- And firewood

- Look, it's Santa Claus

- Hold your applause

- Oh, hi

- "Oh, hi," after seven months?

- Sorry

This boy could use some Stoli

Oh, holy night

You struck gold at MI

They expelled me for my theory

of actual reality...

...which I'll soon impart to the couch

potatoes at New York University.

- Still haven't left the house?

- I was waiting for you, don't you know?

Well, tonight's the night. Come to

the Life Cafe after Maureen's show.

No flow.

Gentlemen, our benefactor

On this Christmas Eve

Whose charity is only matched

By talent, I believe

A new member of the Alphabet City

Avant-garde

Angel Dumott Schunard

Today for you

Tomorrow for me

Today for you

Tomorrow for me

- And you should hear her beat

- You earned this on the street?

It was my lucky day today

On Avenue A

When a lady in a limousine

Drove my way

She said, "Darling, be a dear

Haven't slept in a year

I need your help to make my

Neighbor's yappy dog disappear

This Akita, Evita, just won't shut up

I believe if you play nonstop

That pup will breathe its very last

High-strung breath

I'm certain that cur

Will bark itself to death"

Today for you

Tomorrow for me

Today for you

Tomorrow for me

We agreed on a fee

$1000 guarantee, tax free

And a bonus if I trim her tree

Now, who could foretell

That it would go so well?

But sure as I am here

That dog is now in doggy hell

After an hour, Evita, in all her glory

From a window ledge

Of that 23rd story

Like Thelma and Louise did

When they got the blues

Swan-dove into the courtyard

Of the Gracie Mews

Today for you

Tomorrow for me

Today for you

Tomorrow for me

You go, girl.

Back on the street

Where I met my sweet

Where he was moaning and groaning

On the cold concrete

The nurse took him home

For some Mercurochrome

Then I dressed his wounds

And got him back on his feet

Sing it

Today for you

Tomorrow for me

Today for you

Tomorrow for me

I said

Today for you

Tomorrow for me

Today for you

Tomorrow

For me

Joy to the world

Hey. You bum. Yeah, you.

Move over.

Get your ass off that Range Rover.

That attitude toward the homeless...

...is exactly what Maureen

is protesting tonight.

Close-up:
Our ex-roommate,

Benjamin Coffin III...

...who married Allison Grey

of the Westport Greys...

...then bought our building

and the lot next door...

...from his father-in-law,

in hopes of starting a cyber-studio.

Maureen is protesting

Losing her performance space

Not my attitude

What happened to Benny?

What happened to his heart

And the ideals he once pursued?

Any owner of that lot next door

Has the right to do with it

As he pleases

Happy birthday, Jesus

- The rent

- You're wasting your time

- We're broke

- You broke your word, this is absurd

There is one way

You won't have to pay

I knew it.

Next door, the home of CyberArts

And now that the block is rezoned

Our dream can become a reality

You'll see, boys

You'll see, boys

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