Sodom D.C.

Lilah, die derzeit in der Stadt weilt, hat von dem Event erfahren und sich über Vitamin B den Zutritt gesichert.
Sie versucht sich an einem Song angesichts der jüngsten Haarspaltereien, als ein dummes Rindvieh ein Haar in der Suppe gefunden hat, und folglich nicht haargenau derselben Meinung war wie jeder andere Bürger der Nation - was manche zum Haare Ausreißen komisch fanden. Doch die Sache wurde allen irgendwie zu haarig, weil die meisten keine Haare auf den Zähnen haben ... aber es geht bei dem Song nur vordergründig um Haare.

Alex, in Gedanken um seine senatorische Wiederwahl im nächsten Monat kreisend, kann nicht umhin, das Mikro zu ergreifen und sich selbst und das politische System auf die Schippe zu nehmen.

I admit that in the past I've been a nasty
They weren't kidding when they called me, well, a bitch
But you'll find that nowadays
I've mended all my ways
Repented, seen the light, and made a switch
True? Yes

And I fortunately know a little magic
It's a talent that I always have possessed
And here lately, please don't laugh
I use it on behalf
Of the miserable, lonely, and depressed pathetic

Poor unfortunate souls
In pain, in need
This one longing to be thinner
That one wants to get the boy
And do I help them?
Yes, indeed

Those poor unfortunate souls

So sad, so true
They come flocking to my cauldron
Crying, "Spells, oh Alex, please!"
And do I help them!
Yes I do

Now it's happened once or twice
Someone couldn't pay the price
And I'm afraid I had to rake 'em 'cross the coals
Yes I've had the odd complaint
But on the whole I've been a saint

To those poor unfortunate souls

...

What I want from you is - your voice.

..

You'll have your looks, your pretty face.
And don't underestimate the power of body language!

The men up there don't like a lot of blabber
They think a girl who gossips is a bore!
Yes on land it's much preferred for ladies not to say a word
And after all dear, what is idle prattle for?
Come on, they're not all that impressed with conversation
True gentlemen avoid it when they can
But they dote and swoon and fawn
On a lady who's withdrawn
It's she who holds her tongue who get's a man

Come on you poor unfortunate Soul

Go ahead!
Make your choice!
I'm a very busy man and I haven't got all day
It won't cost much
Just your voice!

You poor unfortunate soul

So sad but true!
If you want to cross the bridge, my sweet
You've got the pay the toll
Take a gulp and take a breath
And go ahead and sign the scroll
Flotsam, Jetsam, now I've got him, boys
The boss is on a roll

You poor unfortunate soul

Unter großem Applaus betritt der ehemalige Präsident und Gouverneur von Astoria State die Bühne mit dem Mikro in der Hand. Auch Luciano ist einer Einladung seines ehemaligen Assistenten im Fink House gefolgt, und besingt - wenn es heute schon keine Songs von Franky gibt - eben einen anderen ganz großen und die Freundschaft alter Zeiten.

There isn't much I haven't shared
With you along the road
And through it all there'd always be
Tomorrow's episode
Suddenly that isn't true
There's another avenue
Beckoning, the great divide
Ask no questions, take no side
Who's to say who's right or wrong
Whose course is braver run
Still we are, have always been
Will ever be, as one
What is done has been done for the best
Though the mist in my eyes might suggest
Just a little confusion about what I'll lose
But if I started over I know I would choose
The same joy the same sadness each step of the way
That fought me and tought me that friends never say
Never say goodbye
Never say goodbye
Never say goodbye
Never say goodbye
Suddenly that isn't true
There's another avenue
Beckoning, the great divide
I would choose
The same joy the same sadness each step of the way
That fought me and taught me that friends never say
Never say goodbye
Never say goodbye
Never say goodbye
Never say goodbye

I like a cheech-a-cheech-chee-roni
Like they make at home
Or a healthy fish with the big backbone
I'm Abraham deLacy
Giuseppe Casey
Thomas O'Malley
O'Malley, the alley cat!

I've got that wanderlust
Gotta walk the scene
Gotta kick up highway dust
Feel the grass that's green
Gotta strut them city streets
Showin' off my eclat, yeah
Tellin' my friends of the social elite
Or some cute cat I happen to meet
I'm Abraham deLacy
Giuseppe Casey
Thomas O'Malley
O'Malley, the alley cat!

I'm king of the highway
Prince of the boulevard
Duke of avant garde
The world is my backyard
So if you're goin' my way
That's the road you wanna seek
Calcutta to Rome or
Home-sweet-home in Paris
Magnifique, you all

I only got myself
And this big old world
When I sip that cup of life
With my fingers curled
I don't worry what road to take
I don't have to think of that
Whatever I take is the road I make
It's the road of life make no mistake, for me
Yeah, Abraham deLacy
Giuseppe Casey
Thomas O'Malley
O'Malley, the alley cat!

Als weiteres ehemaliges Staatsoberhaupt betritt auch President Libertas die Bühne. Als er mit "Guy Liberty" angekündigt wird, bekommt er - auch zu seiner eigenen Überraschung - einen frenetischen Applaus, der sich hinter dem für President Marani nicht zu verstecken braucht.

Thank you, guys.

Der folgende Song spricht mir aus dem Herzen, aber ich brauche eure Unterstützung, denn der Song ist nicht für einen Solisten geschrieben.

Deception
Disgrace
Evil as plain as the scar on his face

Deception

Disgrace

He asked for trouble the moment he came

Deception

Disgrace

Evil as plain as the scar on his face

He asked for trouble the moment he came

Deception

Disgrace

He asked for trouble the moment he came

Born in grief
Raised in hate
Helpless to defy his fate
Let him run
Let him live
But do not forget what we cannot forgive

That he is not one of us
He has never been one of us
He is not part of us
Not our kind

Someone once lied to us
Now we're not so blind
For we knew he would do what he's done
And we know that he'll never be one of us

Deception
Disgrace

Deception
Disgrace

Deception

Sandor kann nicht widerstehen, und lässt sich den Song mit dem schwersten Text überhaupt geben und sich auch damit ankündigen,
schließlich wäre bei diesem Song absolut fatal, den Einsatz zu verpassen ... oder - noch viel schlimmer - zu früh zu kommen ...

Die instrumentalen Strecken füllt Sandor mit Choreographie und dirigierenden Gestiken.

Run, run, run, Llama, run!

Run, run, run, Llama, run!

Run, run!

Run, run!

Run!

Run!

Run!

Run, run, run!

Und - wenig erstaunlich - erhält dieser gutaussende Mann für den humoristischen Einwurf viel Applaus ...

In der Entourage von President Marani ist auch Marya als dessen ehemalige Stabschefin durch die strenge Türpolitik gelangt.
Als sie angekündigt wird, erhält sie bereits viel Applaus.

I don't know if You can hear me
Or if You're even there
I don't know if You would listen
To a gypsie's prayer
Yes, I know I'm just an outcast
I shouldn't speak to you
Still I see Your face and wonder...
Were You once an outcast too?

God help the outcasts
Hungry from birth
Show them the mercy
They don't find on earth
God help my people
We look to You still
God help the outcasts
Or nobody will

I ask for nothing
I can get by
But I know so many
Less lucky than I
Please help my people
The poor and downtrod
I thought we all were
The children of God
God help the outcasts
Children of God

Gib mir doch nochmal das Mikro, Guy.

Where is the one
that I love most of all
when will I hear him call
Marya, Marya
He is the one
who can make my life whole
joyfull forevermore

I've waited so patiently
for a true love
when will he come for me
where is he, where is he, oh

Where is the man
who carries the key
when will he be
with his Marya, Marya
I cannot wait
till he sets my heart free
oh, when will I know him
when will I see him
when will I hear him
say Marya, my love