However you live there's a part of you always standing by mapping out the sky.

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It’s like a photographer went out on the island, La Grande Jatte, and took a picture of a lot of people strolling in the park. The humanity of it, I thought… These people don’t know they’re gonna be immortal. And so I’m gonna write a song about that. That it’s gonna be outside of themselves, and they’re gonna be singing about what themselves and they’re doing. But they’re gonna be acknowledging that they are immortal. It all leads to the word forever. Which is- when I wrote that word, I cried, because I thought, that’s what it’s about. And I then decided, that I would do it all in one sentence. It’s a lyric that’s in one sentence. Uh, because there is a kind of… I don’t know how to put it. It’s like it’s eternal, it’s infinite, whatever, whatever- it’s what I feel about art… It just has no beginning and no end. It’s just one thing. Then I could see that they would all be singing that one idea. Um… That here we are in a park. And we’re gonna be here forever. That’s why it has that… It’s got an almost funerary beat to it, you know, it’s almost a funeral march. But it isn’t quite. It’s a triumphant march

 -Sondheim on Sunday from Sunday in the Park with George

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They say the meek shall inherit, you know the book doesn’t lie.
It’s not a question of merit, it’s not demand and supply.
You know the meek gonna get it, and you’re a meek little guy.
You know the meek are gonna get what’s coming to them by and by.
"The Meek Shall Inherit" from Little Shop of Horrors (via greatlyricsofthetheatre)

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