Modes of Dexterity

An Actor’s Life (R.Graham)

An actor’s life, that’s the life for me
Burnin’ up the scenery is really unique
Hand dipped cigarillos and barrels, just barrels, of wine
Do you think I like it? I like it, I like it just fine.

Put me on a tub in the middle of the sea:
A sailor’s life is the life for me
Makin’ do with what I got
(perhaps I’ll learn to tie a sailor’s knot)
Do you think I like it? I like it, I like it a lot.

Once you get the hang of it, you know it works out fine
Once you get the hang of it, you know it works out fine
You need dexterity in your fingers, as well as in your mind

From Conrad:

“The lagoon, the beach, the colours and the shapes struck her more than ever as a luminous painting on an immense cloth hiding the movements of an inexplicable life.”

It’s Only A Paper Moon (Rose/Harburg/Arlen)

Say, its only a paper moon
Sailing over a cardboard sea
But it wouldn’t be make-believe
If you believed in me

Yes, it’s only a canvas sky
Hanging over a muslin tree
But it wouldn’t be make-believe
If you believed in me

Without your love
It’s a honky-tonk parade
Without your love
It’s a melody played in a penny arcade

It’s a Barnum and Bailey world
Just as phony as it can be
But it wouldn’t be make-believe
If you believed in me

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