Where is he going? He's a fool on a fool's journey You depart on a ship from a country like this Why on earth would you want to be leaving Was it something you lost that you suddenly miss Are you angry or possibly grieving Do you see in my face what you've lost, sir Are you moved by the death ship we sail upon Well, perhaps you're a man who's in search of his heart Journey on Journey on Two ships passing In the kinship Of the darkness- One going from. America is our shtetl Amekhaye khlebn Look. Is that other ship going back home? No, no. Thaw, was a violent man After her husband shot her lover, Evelyn became the biggest attraction in Vaudeville since Tom Thumb.
THAW (spoken): Her husband, the eccentric millionaire Harry K. If she wore her hair in curls, every woman wore her hair in curls STANFORD WHITE (spoken): Her lover was the eminent architect, Stanford White, designer of the Pennsylvania Station on 33rd Street HARRY K. Morgan And Henry Ford! All men are born equal But the cream rises to the top! Let me at those sons of bitches! These men are the demons who are sucking your very souls dry! I hate them! Someone should arrest that woman! The radical anarchist Emma Goldman fought against the ravages of American capitalism as she watched her fellow immigrants' hopes turn to despair on the Lower East Side La la la la la la la Whee! But America was watching another drama Evelyn Nesbit was the most beautiful woman in America. Certain men make a country great They can't help it At the very apex of the American pyramid - That's the very tip-top! Like pharoahs reincarnate, stood J.P. (to the Little Boy) Hello, sonny Warn the Duke! What did you say? And there was distant music Changing the tune, changing the time Giving the nation A new syncopation La, la, la La, la, la. But for all his achievements, he knew he was only an illusionist. He was a headliner in the top vaudeville circuits Ich bin die Mutter des großen Houdinis! He made his mother proud.
Together, they would escape Houdini! Look it's Houdini! Harry Houdini was one immigrant who made an art of escape. He would not lose her as he had her mother. It would be a long journey, a terrible one. Ladies with parasols Fellows with tennis balls There were no Negroes And there were no immigrants In Latvia, a man dreamed of a new life for his little girl. Now retired and living with his daughter and her family, he was thoroughly irritated by everything His sister wondered when he would find it Grandfather had been a professor of Greek and Latin. He was also a young man in search of something to believe in. She took pleasure in making it comfortable for the men of her family and often told herself how fortunate she was to be so protected and provided for by her husband Mother's Younger Brother worked at Father's fireworks factory. Father was also something of an amateur explorer The house on the hill in New Rochelle was Mother's domain. His considerable income was derived from the manufacture of fireworks and bunting and other accoutrements of patriotism. The afternoons were lazy Everyone warm Everything still La la la la And there was distant music Simple and somehow sublime Giving the nation A new syncopation The people called it ragtime Father was well-off - very well-off.
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