Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

Some footage from Western's production. Lyrics: When you're standing on the side of a hill Feeling like your day may be done Here it comes The strawberry smog Chasing away the sun Don't let those precious moments fool you Happiness is getting you down A rainbow never smiles or blinks It's just a candy-colored frown You were going on at half-past seven Now it's going on a quarter to nine All the angels want to know Are you lost or treading water? And you're going on your fifteenth bender But you've only got a matter of time Yes we've all got seeds to sow Not everyone's got lambs to slaughter When the night wind starts to turn Into the ocean breeze And the dew drops sting and burn Like angry honey bees That is when you'll hear the song falling from the sky Happy yesterday to all We were born to die Sometimes you're filled with the notion The afterlife's a moment away You want to tell someone the way that you feel But then you ain't got nothing to say You fight for freedom from devotion A battle that will always begin With somebody giving you a piece of advice: 'By the way you're living in sin' Now there's never gonna be an intermission But there'll always be a closing night Never entertain those visions Lest you may have packed your baggage First impressions are cheap auditions Situations are long goodbyes Truth so often living dormant Good luck walks and bullshit flies When the headlights guide your way You know the place is right When the treetops sing and sway Don't go to sleep tonight That is when you'll see the sign Luminous and high: Tomorrow's not what it used to be We were born to die Happy yesterday to all We were born to die --Intermission, Scissor Sisters