Elliot Valentine Lee, Mel Hornyak - Me, Myself, and I
Quincy Suppose there’s something else, here A dangerous design A way to rectify the balance When you cross another line Suppose you’ve hurt your boyfriend And
Elliot Valentine Lee, Mel Hornyak - Read All About It
BEATRIX Extra, extra, read all about it! BEATRIX/VINCENT ‘Golden Boy and Friends Found Dead’ VINCENT ‘In Apparent (spoken) Suicide Pact?’ huh
Elliot Valentine Lee, Mel Hornyak - Student Body
VINCENT Was it something in the bacterium That turned toxic once it died? The answer lay in pneumococcus A pathogen they scrutinized It produced a substance not after
Elliot Valentine Lee, Mel Hornyak - Litany of the Martyrs
QUINCY Oh, Saint Sebastian Painted half-naked, eyes turned to the sky Shot to death by pagan arrows But in your death you couldn’t die SAINTS Patron saint of
Elliot Valentine Lee, Mel Hornyak - Oh, Ms. Reporter!
VINCENT Dear Ms. Reporter, I’m honored to be here Oh, Ms. Reporter, I’ve had a busy year I’ll say in particular My extracurriculars Have been quite fulfilling As I have
Elliot Valentine Lee, Mel Hornyak - I Hate and I Love
Quincy Adamo, adamare I love, to love, but more To desire and infatuate Lose some part you can’t restore Amo, amare I love, i feel obliged Used for friends and for
Elliot Valentine Lee, Mel Hornyak - Ghost Writer
BEATRIX My grandmother says girls like us are like ghosts Who nobody sees ‘til they’re gone You can try to get noticed, but nobody cares They expect you to fail and move on
Elliot Valentine Lee, Mel Hornyak - The Other Side of Failure
Ensemble No one would notice if anyone vanished If students left the pack For death or insignificance With no sign of coming back No one would notice if anyone vanished
Elliot Valentine Lee, Mel Hornyak - There's a House
JÓzef Past the mile five bridge Down to dead end gulch There’s a house with no locks on the door JÓzef/hao Past the mile five bridge Down to dead end gulch
Elliot Valentine Lee, Mel Hornyak - Sheep in Wolf Country
Joey Our map is old, the signs are wrong But singing songs, we roll along The wide open spaces Of the land of the free Anthony As the setting sun grows brighter