Texty:
Labute

Swans and their partners they stay Faithful forever or die on the water Foxes are only good for Ruffling feathers, leading lambs to the slaughter Swans

At least come join me Within the belly of the big blue beast. Set assail, catch a breeze, And come on Don't forget to fill your suitcase. Now watch it

The very deepest of your wishes. Climb up high, take my hand. Tread carefully through these sickening angels. Look at your God. Look at the way he stands

So little of what we observe, is the girl herself. Elaborate, scented coiffeurs. Adieu D'Amour. Vast is the heirs ballroom. Let the rich give you presents

Take me in the temple of the evening sun Coming from there where's no life's remained Only the glow reflecting in the eyes of phrentics By the name of

A farmer there lived in the north country a hey ho bonny o And he had daughters one, two, three The swans swim so bonny o These daughters they walked

And She Sits There By The Wall Making Holes Where I Just Stood And Her Hands They Touch Her Face Like Her Face Is Made Of Wood And She Holds On To

Put your hand on my shoulder Turn me around I'm helpless, I'm spinning Turn me around Turn me around I'll open myself and I'll never close The red rose

And The Endless Crowds Of People They Walk Upon This Stone Where Will Their Memory Go Where Did Their Minds Come From And I Was Only A Child When I First