What good is sitting alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a cabaret, old chum,
Come to the cabaret.
Gruts
suffering the swings and roundabouts of outrageous fortune
What good is sitting alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a cabaret, old chum,
Come to the cabaret.
So was Liza-with-a-zee Minnelli right? Is life a cabaret, old chums? Or was she just singing out of her fat arse?
And if life is indeed a cabaret, where the hell does that get us?
I’d be genuinely interested to hear your views.
But not that interested.
“Start by admitting ‘from cradle to tomb isn’t that long a stay’”. Not a bad policy in my book. You just never know when it’s all going to fall apart.
It’s melon-
dalmation-collie Monday.Personally I think the original play of “Cabaret” was far better than the movie. But that’s a little off topic I suppose. I think life is like a cabaret, I mean you’ve got your talented people and bizarre freaks up on the stage of life, and the “supposedly” normal people in the crowd