The Mask Of Evil
by Bertolt Brecht
On my wall hangs a Japanese carving,
The mask of an evil demon, lacquered in gold.
I see with sympathy
The swollen veins on his brow, showing
How exhausting it is to be evil.
The Mask Of Evil
by Bertolt Brecht
On my wall hangs a Japanese carving,
The mask of an evil demon, lacquered in gold.
I see with sympathy
The swollen veins on his brow, showing
How exhausting it is to be evil.
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Editorial: This footage is mesmerizing– Sedaka’s dancing, the lip-syncing, and the overall vibe. So smooth @ 1:02; then again @ 1:36; two dancerettes bust a move @ 2:02; “that’s a gas, man” @ 2:44.
BECUS YOU R iKCNORRiNG Me i AM LEViNG
Editorial: Note left for parents by dearest daughter– lest anyone think it is all sunshine, lollipops and rainbows around here.
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