One can't help wondering if recent conversations between Elliott Sadler and PR man Brett Griffin might have been similar to scene #5 from Andrew Lloyd Weber's, EVITA, 'Another suitcase in another hall'. In this 'silly' time, one can have a giggle now and then. After all, it is good for the soul!
"ANOTHER RIDE IN ANOTHER GARAGE"
(a parody of "Another suitcase in another hall")
ELLIOTT
I don't expect my rides to last for long
Never fool myself that my dreams will come true
Being used to mediocrity I anticipate it
But all the same I hate it--wouldn't you?
So what happens now?
BRETT
Another ride in another garage
ELLIOTT
So what happens now?
BRETT
Take your picture off a sponsor’s wall
ELLIOTT
Where am I going to?
BRETT
You'll get by, you always have before
ELLIOTT
Where am I going to?
Time and time again I've said that I don't care
That I'm immune to gloom, that I'm hard through and through
But every time it matters all my fans desert me
So anyone can hurt me--and they do
So what happens now?
BRETT
Another ride in another garage
ELLIOTT
So what happens now?
BRETT
Take your picture off a sponsor’s wall
ELLIOTT
Where am I going to?
BRETT
You'll get by you always have before
ELLIOTT
Where am I going go?
Call in three months time and I'll be fine I know
Well maybe not that fine, but I'll survive anyhow
I won't recall the teams and races of each sad occasion
But that's no consolation--here and now
So what happens now?
BRETT
Another ride in another garage
ELLIOTT
So what happens now?
BRETT
Take your picture off a sponsor’s wall
ELLIOTT
Where am I going to?
BRETT
You'll get by, you always have before
ELLIOTT
Where am I going to?
BRETT
Don't ask anymore
"ANOTHER RIDE IN ANOTHER GARAGE"
(a parody of "Another suitcase in another hall")
ELLIOTT
I don't expect my rides to last for long
Never fool myself that my dreams will come true
Being used to mediocrity I anticipate it
But all the same I hate it--wouldn't you?
So what happens now?
BRETT
Another ride in another garage
ELLIOTT
So what happens now?
BRETT
Take your picture off a sponsor’s wall
ELLIOTT
Where am I going to?
BRETT
You'll get by, you always have before
ELLIOTT
Where am I going to?
Time and time again I've said that I don't care
That I'm immune to gloom, that I'm hard through and through
But every time it matters all my fans desert me
So anyone can hurt me--and they do
So what happens now?
BRETT
Another ride in another garage
ELLIOTT
So what happens now?
BRETT
Take your picture off a sponsor’s wall
ELLIOTT
Where am I going to?
BRETT
You'll get by you always have before
ELLIOTT
Where am I going go?
Call in three months time and I'll be fine I know
Well maybe not that fine, but I'll survive anyhow
I won't recall the teams and races of each sad occasion
But that's no consolation--here and now
So what happens now?
BRETT
Another ride in another garage
ELLIOTT
So what happens now?
BRETT
Take your picture off a sponsor’s wall
ELLIOTT
Where am I going to?
BRETT
You'll get by, you always have before
ELLIOTT
Where am I going to?
BRETT
Don't ask anymore
3 comments:
Bologna Burgers $3.99
Ring for Amanda $10,000.00
Nascar winnings $5,000,000,000.00
Wallowing in his own crap.......PRICELESS $$$$$
What goes around.....comes around.
Sometimes cute, darling and precious isn't enough.
Winning isn't everything. It's the only thing, in NASCAR.
Elliott hasn't done that lately.
It may be lonely at the bottom, but at least the man has a woman and a family who love him.
Fans? Not so much......
Phil, this is one of your classics! I almost wanted to break into a rewriting Sir Weber's lyrics to Memory.
However, they are perfect as they are:
*******
Daylight
See the dew on the sunflower
And a rose that is fading
Roses whither away
Like the sunflower
I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am waiting for the day . . .
Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Every streetlamp
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And the streetlamp gutters
And soon it will be morning
Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I musn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning
Touch me
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You'll understand what happiness is
Look
A new day has begun
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