GUM
GUM When Papa was a boy living in Russia, he didn’t have a lot of things. Which is not the same as to say that there were a lot of things he didn’t have. If this sounds confusing, let me put it another...
View ArticleThe “!” Song
play Lyrics and music by Mika Tubinshlak There’re certain words in the human tongue That mustn’t be spoken, written or sung Like vampires out for their nightly bite They shrivel and die when exposed to...
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play Lyrics and music by Mika Tubinshlak I’ll crawl through tunnels black I’ll trawl the currents swift I won’t be coming back Without a magic gift To wake you like the dawn To hug you like a glove All...
View ArticleThrough the Mist
play Lyrics and music by V. Vysotsky Through the mist, through the rain From our sheltering nest Other places are calling our names To the east, to the west, Through the mist, through the rain Home is...
View ArticleTHE WAITER
THE WAITER (an existential playlet) Preamble: (The spotlight is on me, sitting at a table covered with a red tablecloth. Disembodied voices) (Voice 1): The Waiter? That’s an odd choice for a title! I...
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