The immensely creative Alice By Heart written by Steven Sater and Duncan Sheik.

The musical Alice By Heart about a disruptive hurt girl who is being blocked from the one she loves based on a medical pretext.

Although they take her book from her, she still manages to tells him a rabbit hole type story as she increasingly angers a controlling crowd who want to further suppress and lock her up ever more severely than they already had been doing.

Alice has a lot of guns pointed at her throughout the production. She is told by her enemies that they own the future and the truth but this only makes her more defiant and determined to challenge them. It turns out they really don’t have the power to stop her as they indulge themselves in fronting and ridiculous theatrics.

Despite all the games, subversion and false accusations, Alice continues to refuse to back down and finds that she has garnered a great deal of support, though the trumped up captivity problem is not solved by the end of the show.

Plot overview

The musical takes place in 1941, in the debris after the London Blitz of World War II. The life of teen Alice Spencer is disrupted, as she and her best friend Alfred are forced to take shelter in a London underground tube station. However, Alfred, suffering from Tuberculosis, is quarantined ("West of Words"). Alice urges him to escape with her into their cherished book Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and travel down the rabbit hole to Wonderland. Nurse Cross, who is in charge of keeping everyone safe, rips Alice's book as a punishment for visiting Alfred, despite his quarantine. Alice becomes very defiant and declares she knows it "by heart" and will read to him anyway.

The people hiding in the shelter slowly change into some of the book's characters, and Alfred himself changes into the White Rabbit[2][3] ("Down the Hole"). During her time in Wonderland, Alice changes parts of the story, such as spending too much time with the White Rabbit and forgetting Chapter 3. She gets teased by not one, but two, Caterpillars ("Chillin' the Regrets"); receives advice from the Cheshire Cat; dances the Lobster Quadrille with the White Rabbit ("Those Long Eyes"); gets berated for growing up too fast by the Duchess; plays croquet with the Queen of Hearts ("Manage Your Flamingo") and other slight twists on scenes from Alice in Wonderland.

Alfred tires of being the White Rabbit and wants to finish his life as himself, in the bunker with Alice, so he attempts to get her to finish the story early and to help her move on by taunting her as the much less friendly March Hare. She tells him she hates him for getting sick, however before she can apologize he gets taken to Ward D ("Sick to Death of Alice-ness"). Alice attempts to go to him but is halted by the Jabberwocky. The Jabberwocky taunts her with claims of insanity and grief. Alice defeats him with thoughts of Alfred. ("Brililig, Braelig").

The Cheshire Cat urges Alice to let Alfred go and face her grief ("Some Things Fall Away"). Alice soon meets Mock Turtles who encourage her to not move on and live wholly in her grief ("Your Shell of Grief").

Alfred returns, wishing to finish the story with Alice, but Alice, taking the Mock Turtles' advice, pleads with him not to move on. Alfred asks how Alice will grieve him, both of them lamenting of what could have been ("Another Room In Your Head"). She tries to kiss him, hoping to contract Tuberculosis and die with him. He refuses, resuming the story as the hateful March Hare despite her protests.

During the trial ("Isn't It a Trial"/"Do You Think We Think You're Alice?"), Alice stands up for herself, and finally, Alfred joins her. With the help of Tabatha as the Cheshire Cat, they break out of Wonderland and back into the bunker ("I've Shrunk Enough"). Alfred and Alice then admit their feelings for each other before Alfred dies ("Afternoon"). The show ends with Alice finally accepting Alfred's death, and trying to be optimistic about life with everyone else in the bunker ("Winter Blooms").

Miranda's Third Album - QUEEN OF AMERICA

As we all know, Miranda the Mermaid has been dedicating herself to learning to become a rock star. Her teacher is none other than Machiavellian Imperial, Elvis Costello. His teaching tool, “How To Play Guitar And Y,” is available wherever you buy audiobooks. Here’s its link on Amazon Smile.


Track 10

"You Got It"

“You Got It” is a song from Roy Orbison's 22nd studio album, Mystery Girl (1989). Although it is an Orbison solo single, Orbison's fellow Traveling Wilburys bandmates, Tom Petty and Jeff Lynne, co-wrote the song and played instruments on the record. Now we all get to hear Miranda nail it.


Track 9

“I Can’t Stand Up For Falling Down”


Track 8

“The Way Young Lovers Do”


Track 7

“Deep Dark Truthful Mirror”


Track 6

“Nearer To You”


Track 5

“With Or Without You”


Track 4

“Without You”


Track 3

“Wild Horses”


Track 2

“Yesterday”


Track 1

“Almost Blue”

The price on the headstock is back . . .

Couid this have anything to do with the price that’s been put on my head because I have been interfering with the financier brainwashing program? How much are they offering? Bet it’s a lot with that magic money machine that they’ve got running in their favor. The Federal Reserve is not federal (it’s a private club) and there is no reserve (it’s just backed by mind control and force). The name itself is fraud and dishonest business right in our faces. It’s so easy to follow that money. Fight their lies with knowledge.

I have the right to tell my story. They don’t have the right to pay people to murder me about it! Everyone who has treated me in this sort of predatory, abusive manner before has come to find that it bounced right back on them greatly amplified. They are not hiding. They are right there behind the English government doing all that trafficking and war mongering. You know them by their private planes and all the money they made off of 911 and the eternal bioterrorism scam.

Radio Radio lyrics

I was tuning in the shine on the light night dial doing anything my radio advised
With every one of those late night stations playing songs bringing tears to me eyes
I was seriously thinking about hiding the receiver when the switch broke 'cause it's old
They're saying things that I can hardly believe, they really think we're getting out of control

Chorus:
Radio is a sound salvation
Radio is cleaning up the nation
They say you better listen to the voice of reason
But they don't give you any choice
'cause they think that it's treason.
So you had better do as you are told.
You better listen to the radio.

I wanna bite the hand that feeds me.
I wanna bite that hand so badly.
I want to make them wish they'd never seen me.

Some of my friends sit around every evening and they worry about the times ahead
But everybody else is overwhelmed by indifference and the promise of an early bed
You either shut up or get cut out, they don't wanna hear about it, it's only inches on the reel-to-reel.
And the radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools tryin' to anaesthetise the way that you feel

Chorus

Wonderful radio
Marvelous radio
Wonderful radio
Radio, radio...

Bruce Springsteen - Blinded By The Light

We have an engrossing video below about the rise of Bruce Springsteen. I watched it quite a few times and it is wonderfully informative! What a fascinating talent.

"Blinded By The Light" lyrics

Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder feelin' kinda older I tripped the
Merry-go-round
With this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing the calliope
Crashed to the ground

Some all-hot half-shot was headin' for the hot spot snappin' his fingers clappin' his hands
And some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover's knot with a whatnot in her hand
And now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand
And some bloodshot forget-me-not whispers daddy's within earshot save the buckshot turn up the band

And she was blinded by the light
Oh, cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
She got down but she never got tight, but she'll make it alright

Some brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preacher from the east
He says, "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that's where they expect it least"
And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner all alone watchin' the young girls dance
And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his frozen zone to remind him of the feeling of romance

Yeah, he was blinded by the light
Oh, cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
He got down but she never got tight, but he's gonna make it tonight

Some silicone sister with her manager's mister told me I got what it takes
She said I'll turn you on sonny, to something strong if you play that song with the funky break
And go-cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to see if it was safe to go outside
And little Early-Pearly came in by her curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride

Oh, some hazard from Harvard was skunked on beer playin' backyard bombardier
Yes and Scotland Yard was trying hard, they sent some dude with a calling card
He said, do what you like, but don't do it here
Well I jumped up, turned around, spit in the air, fell on the ground
Asked him which was the way back home
He said take a right at the light, keep goin' straight until night, and then boy, you're on your own

And now in Zanzibar a shootin' star was ridin' in a side car hummin' a lunar tune
Yes, and the avatar said blow the bar but first remove the cookie jar we're gonna teach those boys to laugh too soon
And some kidnapped handicap was complainin' that he caught the clap from some mousetrap he bought last night
Well I unsnapped his skull cap and between his ears I saw
A gap but figured he'd be all right

He was just blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun
Whoa, but but mama that's where the fun is

I was blinded
Oh mama, oh mama
I was blinded
Oh mama, oh mama
I was blinded by the light
I was blinded
I was blinded
I was blinded by the light
I was blinded
I was blinded by the light
I was blinded
I was blinded

Bob Dylan on Blue Suede Shoes.

You may enjoy this excerpt from The Philosophy of Modern Song about how fanatical some people can be when it comes to something that they really, really love.

This essay means a lot to me. Bob Dylan gets it.

Ross McManus discusses kind, thoughtful Dec.

You’ll appreciate this if you have interest in anything we’re discussing here.

The Brodsky Quartet And Elvis Costello - Taking My Life In Your Hands

My dear impulsive darling, I suspect my letter got to you too late
And it's really just a silly fragment of paper
But it means so much to those who wait
All the suffering days and nights till I dare dream again
There you suddenly stand and I'll be damned
If you didn't disappear with the dawn

Hours pass and darkness comes
Soon I will close my eyes
Will you return?
If you don't reply, you'll be taking my life in your hands
You'll be taking my life in your hands
Taking my life in your hands

I don't know why, my dearest darling
I can't tell you how I feel when you are near
When I see you have returned my letters unopened
I will tear them up, your voice ringing in my ears
But you're kidding yourself if you think this correspondence will end
I can always pretend words I don't have the courage to send reach you

Hours pass and darkness comes
Soon I will close my eyes
Will you return?
If you don't reply, you'll be taking my life in your hands
You'll be taking my life in your hands
Taking my life in your hands

Elvis Costello and Billy F Gibbons are to perform 3.12.2022 in Nashville.

This is going to be a great show! Check out below how Billy F Gibbons is big time on fire.

My Lucky Card lyrics

Billy F Gibbons

She made me stay all night
I played her game and that's alright
Ya know that girl feeds my appetite

She's moving fast and hitting hard
She's the midnight ace, my lucky card

She took me down to the borderland
She hit me up for a hundred grand
I said "Cash in", she said "I'll stand"

She's moving fast and hitting hard
She the midnight ace, my lucky card

She rolled me up and spit me out
When she's on top there ain't no doubt
And when her deck is hot, she's all about

Moving fast and hitting hard
She's the midnight ace, my lucky card
Every year my lucky card