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The full arc of the work — all three acts in reverse — can be seen here from part live part rehearsal runs. A 10min clips introduction live to the public and full live performances of more individual pieces can be seen on the main Paper Gun page.

The arc of all three acts is what’s important to travel.

Act Three

The Emergence  ·  Paper Heart

Songs 20–29 · approx. 20 minutes

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20.This Is MineReclamation
[ Reclamation ] E + N "Let me lie and let me go on sleeping, and I will lose myself and in palaces of sand and all the fantasies that I will be keeping will make the empty hours easier to stand." — Billy Joel This is mine, but you can have it. This is mine, but you can have it. This is mine, but you can have it — 'cause it's all I've got to give.
21.You and Your OwnUnderstanding the pattern
[ Understanding the pattern ] N "Do I love you, yes I love you, will we always be happy go lucky!?" E It's such a shame when we complain about our nearest, dearest — about the ones we need the most. Who give us all we are. And yes, I know you're not alone, it's not just you — everyone. But we pass it off, In saying we always hurt the ones we love. Got a good reason for taking the easy way out now. You and your own — it just makes sense in the battle zone, not sitting on the fence. You and your own — it just makes sense in the battle zone, not sitting on the fence. But if you go, you'll be tested right away. You'll be tested right away if you go.
22.From a Living GraveThe descent and the return
[ The descent and the return ] The day is over The war is lost There's naught to do But count the cost Far beyond the twist of hope Past the point Of buying a rope Death of soul and spirit too Resignation all to do Lines of poetry Will they save... Except to sleep ...from a living grave Yet you are imbued with beauty still You leave the others in the dark Cast by your shadow of endless light Eclipsed only by the water mark of Noah's Ark But it was Adam's tears that hit the mark I realize I can help you Even though you cannot help yourself It doesn't do to tell you why You feel you're on the shelf Let alone in silence Far from any voice Still not believing & self-deceiving As if you have a choice Far removed from your truly loved ones in the name of expectation but caught in the fear of all things near Due to past relation
23.Painful BotherFarewell to the dynamic
[ Farewell to the dynamic ] N You say you want the best for me, But I did not judge you favorably. the past was ever present Where you are less than pleasant. So I am off for one In as much as you are inseparable from your nose and thumb. I act in honor, to protect myself from more "painful bother." I can not help but love you, All be it from a living grave I'd pray for you and cry for you But that doesn't need me to be so brave. E But when hate consumes you inhale the fumes, and even more so come to anger, love is a reality — but not at the price of all sanity So fare thee well on the rest of your journey Life is short. I hope I don't see you in hell — just as sorry for what I'm not. Where our charm and our humor N unless of course G-d is a rumor E and being made of ice N just as you are so nice E will catch no sympathy N "it's all serendipity" E then to save us the heat, E + N maybe we both think people are just pieces of meat.
24.By HertzFaith applied
[ Faith applied ] E + N You feel like you sold out a friendship You feel yourself a fraud You guess you can see the contention Simply not asking being hard to applaud Coz it's true it is always as such For tHis worLd is set up to be so Things get to where they are going And those who will know, who will know? Those who go... In other words what you concede is Perhaps you're not so in need For if the road you had chosen was just One also travels in trust But worse that you hurt me without any question It pinched at the heart of a home You're sorry you lost to invention Re-calibrate... you and your own it just makes... Get yourself onto the wavelength Apropos to just deserts Turn to Hashem for strength As seen, and as measured by hurts Frère Jacques, In the summer, my lover comes south to visit the visitor in the visitors' windows N "I don't care what you say anymore this is my life."
25.FaithThe resolution
[ The resolution ] When things seem black, it's a time to stop — but not look back. It's time to rest and see what tomorrow will be. If you want, call it a test. But be assured that He knows best. His truth abounds without a sound, even in a mess. If you've seen the good, you'll see the best. You're not naive to trust. In fact, it's the opposite for us — when things seem bad, try faith, a tad. I know, it's easier said than done, be it money, health, or love, or losing someone. His truth abounds without a sound, even in a mess. If you've seen the good, you'll see the best. HaKadosh Baruch Hu (the Holy One blessed Be He) Vincerò (I shall win) ... Frère Jacques.
26.Let Me CryThe release
[ The release ] When we think of the pain that we've been through and we think about how it's true That everything that we'd been through should have been another step closer too How could I say What did I know .. you know a lot At least to cry is something, that we knew how to do at least to cry is something, and how would I cry with you with our tears we found a way we recognised what we want to say Even though the pain held us inside we knew the tears were not pride Let me cry for those who need it most Let me cry for those due to meet the unknown and a heartfelt plea to revive my soul To light a bright torch And we'd waste away these hours doing one thing right I'm not trying to say "I'm trying to say I know what's right" What I'm trying to say is please let me cry what I'm trying to say is please let me give, with our tears we found a way we recognised what we want to say What I'm trying to say is please let me cry what I'm trying to say is please... [ Narrator ] "There's something needs to be done. It's like something in you that says I need to do this. And if I don't do anything else, I know that I know that I know that I have to do this. I think every person, at one point in their lives, they had this strong feeling — that they have to do something, about a situation. Maybe they were raised in a way that they shouldn't.... I'm saying something must be done. It's like one of those people who need to climb Everest: it requires years of training, and then facing the unknown up there. So many have tried and they have failed, and some have even lost their lives — lo aleinu. I don't have more words to cont.."
27.Truthful LoveCan truth and love coexist?
[ Can truth and love coexist? ] Are you in the mood to sacrifice truth for love? Are you in the mood to sacrifice truthful love? They say the road to truth.. is through nothing but peace They say the road to truth.. is through nothing but peace They say the road to peace.. is through nothing but love They say the road to peace.. is through nothing but truth But the road to love.. is knowing which one to choose Ice-cream tears are bitter yet sweet Your heart may be broken But it's just until next time you meet Your soul may be crushed but it's just until the next rush Your faith may be lost But is it a cost you're prepared to pay!? Are you in the mood to sacrifice truth for love? Because a fool is one Who wallows in fears Who can not recognise Ice-cream tears Ice-cream tears are bitter yet sweet Your heart may be broken But it's just until next time you meet Your soul may be crushed but it's just until the next rush Your faith may be lost But is it a cost you're prepared to pay!? Things can be hard. Mistakes can be made. But it's true happiness, that makes the grade. Ice-cream tears will come down and then just remember they're sweet stay on your feet and you'll never know an ice cream kiss little sis, oh what a miss From an ice cream heart, a confusion of the art, a confusion of the art ...from a paper heart ... Frère Jacques Brother Jack Are you asleep Are you asleep Sonnez les matines Wake up [ Wind sound ] Even with your paper heart
Gemara · Act ThreeGet / Listen / Become / Give
N Shechita, kabbalah, holachah, zrikah. You're gonna have to fight it to get into you and once it's in You've got to be it too, but you've got to give it away Shechita, kabbalah, holachah, zrikah. You got to cut to get to the truth But you've got to hear it when it comes at you You've got to be it when it's in you You've got to give it when you've got it You've got to go get it and be brave You've got to listen to it and save You've got to walk with it and be it You've got to give it all the same [ Narrator ] These are the four steps in a sacrifice that must be done with the sake of heaven — without any other motive: the killing of the animal to get the blood, the receiving of its blood in a cup, the walking with blood in the cup, and the throwing of the blood on the altar. — blood is the life force, blood is the essence, blood is the truth: Will you kill to get to it? Kill your ego. When it is coming at you — can you listen without your ego, for the sake of something not yourself? Can you really listen? Next step: can you walk with it? Can you be it? Can you represent it? Does it live through you — for the sake of heaven? And lastly: can you give it over? Not to show how clever you are, not to bolster your ego — but for the sake of giving it over, for the sake of itself, for the sake of heaven.
28.Paper Heart (Our Tikkun)I believe in your pain, I believe in you
[ Your Tikkun — I believe in your pain, I believe in you ] I believe in your pain I believe in you I'm not the source of it Nor you for mine But it seems the same with no refrain And so my claim to sharing love Is that perhaps the gift from up above What was opted for before we were born what we're adopted for each other's heart Where there's much more room so as to never part just like my art 'ist has to make some room in everything he seems where truth we drink as we share Where others sometimes are afraid to dare on common ground sadly sound from dealing with the weights we lift I mean other selves well what the hell I mean even if I'm mistaken As far as I'm concerned My tikkun Im taken your tikkun "the words I have to say they will be simple, but they're true until you give your love there's nothing we can do." — Elton John Even with your paper heart
29.Sunshine Rock N RollThe return — earned, not given
[ The return — earned, not given ] So what do we do? We stick at it for what we knew. But the situation's always hanging on the brink. How do we mend this parting? I tell you what — this is how I'm starting: telling you now that I'm in for keeps. You make me rock n roll, you make me take the can, you make me roll. And I wake up in the morning — beautiful sunshine — I wake up in the morning, all I see is you. [ Narrator ] The greatest burden of love is on the receiver — no one can give love as well as the receiver can receive it or wants it What did I do to deserve someone like you? What do I say when you tell me the things I do make you wanna go away? I really didn't mean to hurt you that way. You don't mean all the things you say. You say too true you say sometimes we say the things we don't want to do. You say that we can understand if we land a hand if we stay for the fight if we hang in there tonight And I wake up in the morning — beautiful sunshine — I wake up in the morning, all I see is you. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? For thou art more beautiful than anything Shakespeare could say. Shall I compare thee to a starry starry night? Thou art more dazzling than anything Vincent tried to hold in sight. You make me rock n roll, you make me take the can, you make me roll. ... Frère Jacques. So don't forget — We all get to choose that which we regret. And I wake up in the morning, all I see is You .... Shave and a haircut two bits.

Act Two

The Struggle  ·  Paper Crown

Songs 9–19 · approx. 20 minutes

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9.PressuresThe weight of it
[ The weight of it ] Don't let the tensions and the pressures overwhelm you. Your standards are bigger than this — just fight for the right to determine the venue, a place where meaning exists. Kicking and screaming is fine if they drag you to a world that is the abyss. Just remember: value is not defined by vocation, by season, or even a kiss. Look for no more in yourself or others. No greater complexity chimes. No standard or bearer of words or tunes, however refined are the rhymes. Seek to be seeking — live to live. Reactions and actions combined. Remember: triumph is a game, love is the name. May the best man win, or complain. [ Narrator ] If talent is a tool let character be the trade
10.Bully the Bully / Phenomenal HeartFighting back
[ Fighting back ] E He does not feel, he does not chase, he does not live from his own disgrace. x2 Bully the bully. I'd bully the bully. The bully knows the things he does. I don't believe you — you're too cruel for remorse. I don't believe you — you're too wild for tears. The bully knows the things he does. And when someone calls him out in a way that leaves no doubt — I don't believe you. Your tears are just another way for you to say: "Rather than get out of my situation, I'm gonna punish you today." The bully feels no remorse. The bully feels no remorse. I know in this song the bully is me, but the bully is feeling free. Coz the bully is feeling free. The only way to bully the bully... He does not feel, he does not chase, he does not live from his own disgrace. x2 He'll move on to the next subject, of course because the reason he's trying to figure it out in the first place is to try and understand a bigger picture which he's forgotten because the first thing somebody said he thought made sense until they said something else and they called it a fence ...J friends SA split: Do do do / J friends x Bully the bully. I'd bully the bully. I don't believe you — you're too cruel for remorse. I don't believe you — you're too wild for tears. The bully knows the things he does. PHENOMENAL HEART E If you move and struggle you double your trouble someone comes along bursting your bubble they tell you that your stuck in a boat or the water your soaked how do you float in this life you godda let it out and bring it to the surface to culminate phenomenal heart to culminate a nominal heart I know it's in there let it out let it out and bring it to the surface
11.ForgivingThe impossible ask
[ The impossible ask ] When I'm raw from something I saw, I've lost that feeling, the ability to relate, I'm losing standing.....forgiving. To keep me alive I kill it inside, vainly numbing out any old wishing. So take the day off — why not! Say you have a cough? Pretend! Nope. None of that — you don't know where it'll end. OK, so just be sincere. Say — in your own way — you don't want to be here. But here is fine. It's just a matter of time. Well, between you and me: "that's a line." A bit faster than mountains, but slower than clouds. Contradiction's the terms — it's all that's allowed. And in that deafening silence, the open secret returns: what's too long for Moshiach? Will we ever learn? Hello — it's been a while. I see you've still got your style. All laughs, and in your eyes no smile.. (for me)
12.LemonSourness, deflection, raw confrontation
[ Sourness, deflection, raw confrontation ] [ Narrator ] Lemon tree very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet, but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat. E "Tart to the taste, in your face! Give me some space." "I'm just trying to retrace." N "Tart to the taste, in your face! Give me some space." E "I'm just trying to retrace." "It gets in your eye — you and I, how, when and why it always makes us both cry." N "And still are few the times, no matter these rhymes, in between the lines you're ignoring the signs!" E "Caught up in all of this, I say: without a kiss, a taste of bliss — you're like my little sis?" N "And you will deflect, you'll say: ha ha ha! That's not correct. N I don't respect, I never interject!!! E I'm not a lemon." I'm raw from something I saw, I've lost that feeling, the ability to relate, I'm losing standing.....forgiving. To keep me alive I kill it inside, vainly numbing out any old wishing.
13.The Space BetweenThe prayer in the eye of the storm
[ The prayer in the eye of the storm ] The space between where we've never been.. is competition ..is what it is; when it's not, but what it's not is what it was, what it could be is "something else." The space between what it looks like and what each of us have seen / have seemed — to the enemy: just leaves a little doubt. The space above is filled with love, but the space between is what gets you there. Ah, the space below — too well we know — in the space between is what we won't show. Wanting to be there Isn't there.
14.Trauma ResponseThe most raw and honest piece in the collection
[ The most raw and honest piece in the collection ] E I'm not surprised! Of course I know! Of course I know you're doing your best. Reaching for me — "it's not a test." You want to give some kind of hope, but please — it's a joke. The fact of the matter is: I can forget, but I can't forgive, because the past is in the present — no chance for regret. Ever the need to "vilify to satisfy." And so no belief in nature too. Same for G-d. That's the waste. Do I really see it? Do I know Him for sure? If tears gain entry, am I not a time-served sentry? I admit it's not easy, but it's harder to find you I admit it's not easy, but finding you both When we both are gone, please G-d we'll get along. If I could only let it go permanently, but that means to be indeterminately free. So I'm just soothing the pain as best as I can, ...find a way forward, to be a man. Unnecessarily unhappy with it, but at the same time content that it is there. "Nothing's going to harm you, not while I'm around." G-d.
15.A Little AmnestyThe plea
[ The plea ] E Ooo, when it goes wrong, and it seems for so long, you need both parties to be strong, no matter the song. If only one sings along, or bangs on a gong, there's nothing upon which to prolong. And so soon it all stops. Call the cops. Some whistle raindrops, others do the flip flop. ......make real compromise! But whatever the scheme, in the lines or in between — ain't nobody seen all of the majesty, as much as the calamity. Well, if what you want is some sanity, try to broker a little amnesty. In the summer, my lover comes south to visit the visitor in the visitors' windows.
16.Broken ManThe raw plea
[ The raw plea ] E G-d help a broken man If that is what I am Help me to understand don't give me reprimand don't bet me or vet me but don't forget me, get me don't free me as if to be me but don't deceive me see me don't astound or confound I'm ground to a pound moota dachendo edie pensier if I could hear your voice I'd change my mind don't test me or arrest me but don't second guess me bless me don't schmooze me or use me or lose me choose me, excuse me....excuse me! don't tug or shove come with love moota dachendo edie pensier if I hear your voice I change my mind But I can't apologise first because the initiator has got to apologise first — that signals that he wants to change, then the party who reacted badly can apologize too wholeheartedly, and in the name of peace — otherwise you've got to bully the bully, bully the bully ...In the dance of the paper crown A first apology must come from the persistent aggressor — from the one who initiated. Only then does it carry any meaning. Only then does it signal a genuine wish to change. From that, the reactive party can apologise wholeheartedly in the name of true peace. Without it, you have bully the bully — and the self-made doormat — without it you have the punitive, and you have the self-destructive.
17.Paper CrownThe turning point — vulnerability as the key
[ The turning point — vulnerability as the key ] E I once met a girl. She said to me: "Your problem is you're not available. The problem is you're not vulnerable." I said: N "I can't be vulnerable with everyone." E She said: She said: "But with me you need to be, so as you can be what I'd like to say is authentic. Because after that, the only way that you can be intimate is if I feel that you were authentic." I said: "What's that got to do with being vulnerable?" She said: "Well if you can't be vulnerable, how can you be authentic?" I said: "What!?" She said: "If you can't be vulnerable — selectively — you can't be authentic — ostensibly." I said: N "But I need to be in control." E She said: She said: "That's your problem. If you have to be in control you can't be accountable, and if you can't be accountable you'll never be vulnerable." I said: "What!?" She said: "Your problem is you need to be in control, coz if you're not in control you'll have to be accountable, and if you can't be accountable well then you'll refuse to be vulnerable." "Ahhhh" I said. "You're driving me crazy." She said: "That's right." "Well let me tell you something, my dear — there's one reason I can't give up needing to be in control." She said: "Oh yeah, what's that?" N "I'm insecure in my paper crown" E "Ah!" she said. "Now we're getting somewhere." "Yeah, yeah, yeah — but the reason I'm insecure.." "Oh" she said. "Why's that?" "I never had any faith in the first place" "Ah, so" she said. "What you're telling me is: if you had faith you would feel secure, you wouldn't need to be in control, then you could be accountable, then you could be vulnerable, then you could be authentic, then we could be intimate." N "That's perfect" I said. "Well done. Couldn't have said it better myself. We've been married now for five minutes — things are going fine." She says: "Oh but the opposite is true — you'd better be careful. I'll explain it to you: If you really have no faith, and you're insecure, and you need to control, and so you can't take accountability, what you'll do is you'll vilify — you'll vilify so that you can't be accountable — you'll vilify, it's not as simple as not being accountable, you'll actually vilify. And if you vilify you'll end up duplicitous, and if you're duplicitous no-one will want to be near you, and that will be isolation. So it stands you in good stead to develop a little faith." And take that paper crown off your head Crown paper crown paper crown..... "the words I have to say they will be simple, but they're true. Until you give your love there's nothing more that we can do" — Elton John
18.the paintingsoliloquy
[ soliloquy ] I pointed down the Italian river street scene, where there's no one else there except for her and this situation. And I said to her with veracity as I pointed down the river street with a scroll in my hand, I rolled up a piece of paper. I said "that's Torah!, that's the difference" — and then she was gone. And I was alone. I was alone in this beautiful setting, to be alone, to be alone for the rest of time. Initially, it seemed like a most horrible thing, but..! Leading up to that she'd come, was visiting me in the visitors' windows. This parting scene had started with her there. There was an emotional hug, she said can we take it down an emotional notch? The shadow of someone else could be seen in the hall.. was she going to chat with them to deflect and avoid me. I said can we close the door, and chat. We entered some of the usual competitive arenas; where everything's polarity, everything's some criticism of the other in some form, it's unavoidable. It eventually led to her saying "so you'd rather hurt me" and I said.. I had the presence of mind to be able to say it this time "I'm not trying to hurt you, I'm trying to prevent myself from being hurt... and that's Torah!, that's the difference." Even before that there was some interaction and dialogue — and I was trying to hug her as if to say; that's what I have to say, but that was also impossible. She was too stiff. It was impossible. Before that I said, maybe I can play some piano. I'm doing some interesting stuff these days. I played a little bit, but that didn't last. “In the summer, my lover comes south to visit the visitors in the visitors windows” But she'd come to visit me as if to wonder what was going on, as if to wonder "what's wrong" — of course I would be the one to venture to say OK let's talk. And I managed to prattle on about quite a few things, but it was not landing. Left alone in what looks like this Turner Venetian oil painting — beautiful sunshine — with beautiful buildings lining into the distance — which is probably not really either but that's what had been painted around me, to then have the painter removed from the painting the second I hit her with the final line, that's it, "that's the difference."
19.An ArtistWe sang alone
[ we sang alone ] In the middle of the noise on a crowded day, I can hear myself and you know I want to say something An artist has to make some room and everything he seems taking that the higher lines are free And so we sang together we sang together we sang alone. And how it feels to be seen and known for what you have and what you let go, and let show and how it feels to be dreaming, though everything's really quite sad, but I'm glad for what I have If an artist has to make some room and everything he seems, tell me really, Are the higher lines ever free And so we sang together we sang together we sang alone Finally letting him go, finally sitting down finally what I know, laughing like a clown in town He doesn't care about the physical it's too political for his visible, lyrical, spiritual melody. He cares about the sense of it. He's into the defense of it, but not with violence or silence he is free. He doesn't care about the surreptitious he's into helping you get rid of the delicious and malicious monkey on your back Taking that the higher lines Taking that the higher lines Taking that the higher lies Come with a fee [ Narrator ] Born of two sides of a coin: desperately wanting to be heard, not caring that you've not been heard. The persistent sound of one intransigent position. And then against it... And then taking flight. And thus the native hue of resolution is no longer sickled over the pale cast of thought and enterprise of great pith and moment their currents not turn awry and loose the name of action — to be or not to be — is that really a question.
Gemara · Act TwoSorry / Thank You / I Agree
[ Narrator ] sorry sorry sorry thank you thank you thank you I agree I agree I agree sorry thank you I agree better to miss the mark than get it partly there E Saying "I'm wrong," or "I failed because I cheated" — need not be to say you are defeated. It may be the end, but to each, an amend for that which is now completed. [ Narrator ] Saying sorry, thank you, and I agree with you all come from the same place. They come from humbling oneself. But the most acute version is saying sorry — so if a person works on his ability to say sorry, he is simultaneously working on his ability to say thank you, and to say: I agree with you.
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Act One

The Trap  ·  Paper Gun

Songs 1–8 · approx. 20 minutes

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1.Beautiful Sunshine / You Make Me Rock N RollDeceptive warmth, contentment, hope
[ Deceptive warmth, contentment, hope ] E I wake up in the morning all I see is You …yawn Ding, dang, dong, Ding, dang, dong. 1. BEAUTIFUL SUNSHINE E At the end of the day of marked success I take out my cufflinks as I get undressed I think of you as I climb the stairs Acutely aware I'm glad you're there And even though we're asleep and unaware, (the tip off that the whole thing was a dream) I'm happy to have someone who cares. And I wake up in the morning, beautiful sunshine, I wake up in the morning all I see is You all I see is You... 1.2. YOU MAKE ME ROCK N ROLL E I found my way to the edge of is-real. I can't turn back without grabbing the wheel, but my hands are tied — because I tried to even out the deal. My circumstance is, as you say, it's in the dance, and as I play or pray or say Not "not to be", it's where I am and where I'm found. To love and believe is in the sound. A combination somewhat rare — I know it's true. You know I care. And all us souls who take the reins, or pursue our goals... It's just the same. So don't forget — You get to choose that which you'll regret. But you make me rock n roll, you make me take the can, you make me roll. N And if I did complain, if I did abuse, the rights I had, the rights I lose. And you along with them... I'm stubborn and lucid, and wanton to burn — including my wage page, this prisoner's page. I'm sick of what's average, I'm tired of what's old. Get me away from this savage, away from the bold. See me truly and simply, and all for the best. our life is amazing — we still have some left. No fear of referral, nor tears of advice. Let go of your senses instead of your life. You make me rock n roll, you make me take the can, you make me roll. E It took a little time to think it over to see it through, and you know I love you the way I do, even though I find it hard to say to you.
2.The VisitorThe shadow arrives — on the beach
[ The shadow arrives ] E I make a blessing over tea. She looks at me incredulously. I talk to her. She talks to me. I hate to agree to disagree. In the summer, my lover comes south to visit — the visitor in the visitors' windows. But her voice has got the color, the sound of "I don't care," and more like that than "this is fair," or "what the heck — despair." I mean her pain, though not to belittle, is classic in that she's starting to sound brittle. But it's on par with all of our scars, and we all find ourselves in the middle. So lets take a drink. Lets go for a walk and think, and rest your weary brow. I'm guessing here that just one beer might not be quite enough. So what the heck — I'll get some more on deck, and we'll sing a song with cheer. I'll buy the round, you make the sound, and together we'll shed a tear. ....I'll get the round [ Narrator (Mesoud) ] "I think every person, at one point in their lives, had this strong feeling — that they have to do something... E ...About a situation Who me? N Not you! I'd agree with everything you do. E Who me? N Yes you! But you've got to admire me for being so shrewd.
3.From a Watcher's Point of ViewN observed — in the tavern
[ N observed — from the banks of the Seine ] Programme note: The river Seine is where the hunchback of Notre Dame was, but a train of thought that's backed by a hunch — that hunch is that he is just tight — flies over the heads of everyone who is mentally sane, and all the people that he's made crazy with this behavior are the only ones who know. N From a watcher's point of view, he can see what he wants to do. he likes to think that he likes to think, and I like a wink when he gets the drinks. but he'll take the change — it's a little strange. and a hunchback train flew over the sane. Inside his head he's braved a world that didn't give him much to choose. From a watcher's point of view, E Who me? N Not you! I'd agree with everything you do. E Who me? N Yes you! But you've got to admire me for being so shrewd. I'll calculate, evaluate — but the boom bada bing, if you know what I mean, she'll just spectate. E She's got two critics' eyes to tip if I extemporise, coz she's otherwise. She will calculate evaluate But the boom bada bing if you know what I mean She'll just spectate she'll look around to qualify her: graduated, elevated, never made it, compensated, syncopated, undilated, stuck on auto-automated answer — N Coz I'm watching you from a watcher's point of view E Who me? N Not you! I'd agree with everything you do. E Who me? N Yes you! But you've got to admire me for being so shrewd. from a watcher's point of view.
4.BarristerDon't mistake talent for character
[ Don't mistake talent for character ] Left unaddressed this will never be blessed It may feel bitter to curse But it's otherwise worse Except for those rare cases Where we recognise grace is I don't mean to those They deserve our repose But it gets tricky When you need to be a barrister To come to admit the selfish mistake Of mistaking talent for character Enjoy the cake on one hand But ignore the knife in the other Anti! You get the ultimate flatterer And at the same time subtle disparager So much class but not a lot of heart Better less class and the art The lesson to be learned Love is not bought nor sold — it is first given away, then earned So don't mistake talent for character Whatever comes with great cuteness comes with responsibility Who wants to live like a barrister Always detecting some duplicity And after yet all these words said I'm still better off finding a companion And yet still the depth of my conscience Bugs me But still if I'm not so perfect How am I going to expect anyone else to love me If talent is a tool let character be the trade
5.Who Knows Just WhyThe protagonist questions himself
[ The protagonist questions himself ] E Who knows just why we turned around and hide when reminded of love — why did I try to pretend it's not there when I recognise real love? Inspiration needs to love. I can afford to dream. If I know you know what I mean — exaggeration needs to hope. I can wait for you, everything that you do. The persistent sound of intransigence Ask not for whom the bell tolls — the bell tolls for thee. Brother Jack Brother Jack are you sleeping, are you sleeping toll the morning bells toll the morning bells Ding, dang, dong, Ding, dang, dong. [ Hamlet — spoken ] To be, or not to be — really, is that the question? ...Sometimes it is more noble to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, but at others one should take up arms against a sea of troubles — and by opposing, end them. ...To no longer die — to no longer sleep! ...And by a sleep, to say: live. Why not live with the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to? But I see no consummation devoutly to be wished! ...Live! Stay awake. There you can dream. There is no rub: for in that sleep of death what dreams may come — when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, if that is what gives you pause... That the dread of something after life, the undiscovered country, from whose bourn no traveler returns, puzzles the will... ...should it also make us bear those ills we CAN SEE? Rather than fly to others we know not of? Let not the native hue of resolution be sicklied over with the pale cast of thought. Let not enterprises of great pith and moment their currents turn awry and lose the name of action.
6.Paper GunThe weapon named
[ The weapon named ] N Like a social misfit I play the scene — "there's good and bad in everyone," so I think I'll come out clean. And you won't give me the pleasure; from you I won't get a rise. Anyway, I'm blissfully unaware of why I should be so despised. "Never rub another man's rhubarb" is always good advice. "An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth" — there's a price. So I'll avert my gaze, and a little less praise when temptation fires my ego. I'll notice in time I'm not paying the fine — "I'm all right brother Jack" won't cover the legal. But I am your enemy, my friend, and till the bitter end, I'm the reason for your mindful treason. If it's broken — what's to mend? In hot and bloody cool disdain, I've justified most every lie. Morality can feign. The end was over when the war had begun. a battle for identity over a paper gun Gun paper gun paper gun, gun paper gun paper gone, gun paper gun paper gun soon they'll be seeing the light Bang bang bang bang bang
7.Don't Say AnythingThe silence and isolation
[ The silence and isolation ] E You don't say... anything! You don't need me. At all. N I was so generous on stage, but in private I couldn't give anything away. E I was so generous at home, but in public everyone else knew — I was alone I don't see you any more. N Don't say anything — is like it always was before. E Yet I can hear you time and time again! Like never before. And in five minutes you'll forget me. The truth will set you free. N You were so cynical with words, and in private I couldn't get a word in over heard Yet I'd still say we're oh so close Because in public everyone knows the one who's verbose E And you don't say. You don't need me. At all.
8.Fear HateThe universal warning
[ The universal warning ] One of life's greatest challenges one of life's hardest things is not to allow fear to turn to hate sounds kinda simple but I wonder if you can relate One of life's most difficult things to do Whether you're Protestant, Catholic or a Jew is not to allow fear to turn into hate I wonder if you'd agree you can nod profusely at me But if you don't really understand you can show me the back of your hand Yes one of life's most difficult things to do Whether you're Protestant, Catholic, Muslim or a Jew is not to allow fear to turn into hate

Credits

Piano & Vocals

Paul Tosh

Narrator

Mesoud Benasully

Executive Producer

Rabbi Eli Gestetner — The Signpost

With thanks to Claude AI for incredible organising help and web design.

With ultimate thanks to Hashem.

For those who may be interested

N O T E S

Author's Context for P A P E R G U N

A dramaturgical companion to the song cycle

These notes were compiled between the author and Claude AI, as a working dramaturgical document for performance preparation and audience understanding. They are offered here as context, not instruction. The audience is always right.

The arc of all three acts is what’s important to travel.

IThe Architecture of the Piece

Paper Gun is built around a single sustained dramatic question: what does it cost a person to stay conscious inside a relationship that is slowly consuming them? The answer unfolds across three acts — The Trap, The Struggle, The Emergence — each named after a paper object. Gun. Crown. Heart. The progression is not accidental. A gun is a threat, an instrument of control disguised as power. A crown is the same thing worn more elegantly. A heart is what remains when both have been set down.

The vehicle for this journey is a one-man performance: one piano, one performer, two voices. Those two voices are not characters in the conventional theatrical sense. They are, as the programme notes, two sides of the same person — and the deepest reading of the piece is that they are two forces that live inside every person who has ever been caught in a difficult bond with someone they cannot simply leave.

The spoken voice and the sung voice are not equal in the way two actors in a play are equal. They are in a power struggle. The spoken voice has been winning for most of the story. By the end, the sung voice has claimed itself back.

IIThe Two Voices

The two voices have been given the designations E and N throughout this working document. These are not names. They are orientations.

E — The Self-Destructive / The Protagonist / The Sung Voice

E is the voice that feels, reaches, questions, and ultimately does the work of the piece. E is the one capable of vulnerability, of theological wrestling, of grief. E sings because singing is the voice of the interior — it costs something to sustain a note, it requires breath and exposure in a way that speech does not. When E sings, the audience is inside the protagonist's experience, not observing it from outside.

E's great weakness is the self-destructive characteristic flaw: he extends understanding so far that he absorbs the other person's reality and loses his own. He questions himself when he should not. He forgives prematurely. He reaches for connection even when the hand reaching back is not open. His arc across the piece is from this kind of self-dissolving generosity toward a harder, clearer form of love — one that includes a boundary.

N — The Punitive / The Shadow / The Spoken Voice

N is the spoken, accented voice. N does not sing because N does not have access to that register of exposure. N performs. N deflects. N observes himself in the third person, describes his own behaviour with a kind of self-congratulatory detachment, and when cornered, reaches for wit rather than truth.

The crucial thing to understand about N is that N is not a villain. N is a wound given a defence mechanism. The piece never invites contempt for N. It invites recognition. The audience who laughs at N's lines — and they will laugh — is laughing at something they know. N's function in the piece is not to be defeated. It is to be understood, and finally, in Act Three, to be released.

N's most extraordinary moment comes at the very end of the show — the final Gemara passage before curtain. The shadow, who has evaded depth throughout, is given the most spiritually searching words in the piece. This is the inversion that resolves the drama: N, in the act of being let go, speaks truth.

E + N — Integration / The Merged Voice

The moments where both voices sing together are the pivots of the piece. They signal that the protagonist is no longer at war with himself. Integration is not the disappearance of the shadow. It is the shadow and the self moving in the same direction. These moments are used sparingly and deliberately: This Is Mine, By Hertz, Faith, Truthful Love. Each one is earned.

IIIThe Shadow — 'Jacques'

The piece establishes a shadow figure — the other person in the dynamic — through the Frère Jacques motif and the phrase "I'm alright, Jack." This figure is deliberately left unnamed and ungendered in the programme introduction, which invites the audience to project their own shadow onto the frame.

The shadow is introduced in the Narrator's opening as your French brother — and the word "brother" is chosen with care. It carries the Frère Jacques resonance (the nursery rhyme about someone who will not wake up), the British idiom "I'm alright, Jack" (meaning: I have mine, and your situation is not my concern), and the fraternal-spiritual meaning of a peer who has become an obstacle. All three readings run simultaneously throughout the piece.

However, the songs themselves establish an erotic charge that exceeds the fraternal. The Visitor opens with "in the summer, my lover comes south to visit" — and this framing recurs as a structural motif throughout. Lemon makes the stakes explicit: "without a kiss, a taste of bliss — you're my little sis?" The line only works because the relationship is romantic, or was. Sister collapses the line into absurdity. Lover gives it its sting.

The shadow is therefore best understood as: the person you chose, before you understood what the choice was costing you. Whether that person is a lover, a parent, a sibling, a mentor, a friend — the audience will know. The piece trusts them to know.

IVThe Theological Layer

Paper Gun operates on two registers simultaneously. On the surface it is a piece about a difficult human relationship and the long work of freeing oneself from it. Underneath, it is a piece about the relationship between a person and G-d.

This layer is never announced. It accretes gradually, through the Gemara passages between acts, through the explicit eruptions in Trauma Response ("Same for G-d. That's the waste."), Broken Man (the direct address that becomes a prayer), and Paper Crown (the chain of faith → security → accountability → vulnerability → authenticity → intimacy). The audience who does not know this layer is present will experience a human drama. The audience who does will experience something more.

The Gemara passages are drawn from the author's nineteen years of daily Talmud study, specifically Tractate Zevachim — the tractate concerned with sacrifice. The parallels between the halachic categories of sacrifice and the emotional work of the piece are not ornamental. They are structural. Each Gemara passage encodes the emotional problem of its act in legal-philosophical language:

Act One: humility must precede forgiveness. You cannot receive what you will not ask for.

Act Two: sorry, thank you, and I agree come from the same internal place. Working on any one of them develops all three.

Act Three: the four stages of sacrifice — cut, receive, carry, give — are the four stages of honest transmission. You must be willing to wound yourself to find the truth; to receive it without your ego; to become it, to live it; and finally to give it over not for glory but for itself.

The piece ends not with resolution in the conventional dramatic sense but with earned return. Beautiful Sunshine comes back. The protagonist wakes up again — but this time the waking is not a dream. Frère Jacques is still sleeping somewhere. The final visual instruction is: stay vigilant.

VAct-by-Act Dramatic Notes

Act One — The Trap — Paper Gun

Act One establishes the dream before it names the weapon. Beautiful Sunshine opens in a state of cultivated contentment — the cufflinks, the stairs, the happiness to have someone who cares. This is the idealised version of the bond, the version the protagonist has been living in or retreating to. The parenthetical stage direction — the tip-off that the whole thing was a dream — is the first crack.

The Visitor is where the shadow arrives in real time. The lover comes south. The dynamic begins immediately: the accommodation, the getting of drinks, the management of the other person's fragility. E is already working hard to hold things together while N begins to show his shape in the Watcher's Point of View section — observed in the third person, stingy, self-regarding, performing reasonableness while taking the change.

Barrister and Who Knows Just Why are the pivot songs of Act One. In Barrister, E analyses the punitive pattern with painful clarity — and then turns the lens on himself in the final lines. Who Knows Just Why is E at his most philosophical and therefore most paralysed — the Hamlet passage is not decorative; it is the sound of someone who can see the problem exactly and still cannot act.

Paper Gun names the central image: the weapon that looks lethal and isn't, or is. Don't Say Anything establishes the silence and the double life — generous in public, absent in private; or vice versa. Fear Hate closes the act with the universal statement: the piece's deepest warning delivered as E's most open address to the audience.

Act Two — The Struggle — Paper Crown

Act Two is the emotional centre of the piece and its longest sustained stretch of difficulty. E is now fully conscious of the dynamic and fighting it while still inside it. Pressures, Bully the Bully, and Phenomenal Heart establish the fighting-back energy — but the crucial self-awareness of "I know in this song the bully is me" prevents the act from becoming a simple confrontation narrative. E is not exempt.

Forgiving and Lemon are the impossible heart of Act Two. Forgiving circles the ask that cannot be met — not yet, not by will alone. Lemon is the argument itself, compressed into something between a folk song and a slap. The structural return of Forgiving's lyric at the end of Lemon — "I'm raw from something I saw" — is the piece folding back on itself, showing the wound that the argument re-opened.

The Space Between is the prayer of Act Two — E alone with the gap between what is and what could be. Trauma Response is the most naked moment in the piece, the one where the theological and the personal are spoken in the same breath without resolution. Broken Man is the direct address — to N, to G-d, to whoever is listening.

Paper Crown is the turning point. The vulnerability chain — faith, security, accountability, vulnerability, authenticity, intimacy — is the architecture the whole piece has been building toward. The Paper Crown is the false security N has been wearing. Setting it down is not defeat. It is the condition for everything that follows.

The Painting and An Artist close Act Two with E alone. The soliloquy of The Painting is the moment the painter steps out of the picture — and E is left in the beauty of it, alone. An Artist resolves the act: the higher lines, the singing alone together. This is what the work is for.

Act Three — The Emergence — Paper Heart

Act Three does not deliver triumph. It delivers something more sustainable: clarity, release, and a realistic warmth. This Is Mine is the act of reclamation — not victory, but ownership. You and Your Own names the pattern: we hurt the ones nearest to us because proximity permits it. We pass it off as love's unavoidable cost. The piece refuses that excuse without condemning the people who reach for it.

From a Living Grave and Painful Bother are the farewell. They are not cold. The parting in Painful Bother — with its interleaved lines, its dark shared joke about people being pieces of meat, its E+N merger on the closing line — is the most theatrically alive moment in Act Three. Two people finishing each other's sentences as they say goodbye.

By Hertz, Faith, and Truthful Love are the integration songs — the green passages. Both voices, moving together. The piece does not pretend this is easy. Truthful Love asks directly: are you in the mood to sacrifice truth for love? Ice-cream tears are bitter yet sweet. That is the honest resolution.

Paper Heart is E's gift — the piece's most generous statement. Let Me Cry is the release. Sunshine Rock N Roll is the return: Beautiful Sunshine again, but earned. The shadow image returns for a split second before curtain. Stay vigilant. The work is not finished. It is only begun.

VISong-by-Song Attribution Notes

Brief notes on the E/N attribution decisions for each song.

1 / 1.2. Beautiful Sunshine / You Make Me Rock N Roll

E sings the dream-state of Act One's opening in full. N takes the second half of Rock N Roll — his voice emerging inside what appeared to be E's song, which is exactly the dynamic the piece maps. The final couplet returns to E: a crack of genuine feeling breaking through N's posturing.

2. The Visitor

E throughout. This is the protagonist describing the arrival of the shadow with residual warmth and accommodation. The "Who me / Not you" exchange establishes the deflection pattern for the first time: E asks the honest question; N sidesteps it with flattery.

3. From a Watcher's Point of View

N takes the descriptive stanzas — he is narrating himself from outside, which is a punitive characteristic move. E takes the "Who me?" lines and the final calling-out verse. N gets the final deflection.

4. Barrister

E throughout, including the self-implicating closing lines. The Narrator's couplet belongs to the grey stage voice.

5. Who Knows Just Why

E throughout, including the entire Hamlet passage. This is E at his most paralysed — seeing clearly, unable to move. The "Brother Jack" nursery rhyme is E calling to the shadow.

6. Paper Gun

N throughout, uninterrupted. This is N's anthem: self-justification dressed as philosophy. "I'm all right brother Jack" is N's creed. Giving this song entirely to N gives the audience their clearest, longest exposure to the shadow voice in Act One.

7. Don't Say Anything

Consolidated into four chunks: E's sung vulnerability frames the song (opening and closing), N's spoken observation occupies the interior. The contrast enacts the very disconnection the song describes.

8. Fear Hate

E throughout. E's direct address to the audience — the universal warning.

9. Pressures

E throughout. Self-encouragement. E steadying himself for Act Two.

10. Bully the Bully / Phenomenal Heart

E throughout both songs. The line "I know in this song the bully is me" is unmistakably E — N would never say that. Only E has that kind of self-awareness, and only E pays the cost of it.

11. Forgiving

E throughout. The impossible ask, held in one unbroken voice.

12. Lemon

The one song where line-by-line exchange is dramatically earned — it is an argument. Narrator (lemon tree verse) → N (defensive) → E (reaching) → N (the "little sis" deflection) → E (the close, bleeding back into Forgiving).

13. The Space Between

E throughout. The prayer of Act Two. E alone with the gap.

14. Trauma Response

E throughout, uninterrupted. The explicit naming of G-d as part of the same wound as the relationship is the hinge of the piece's theological layer.

15. A Little Amnesty

E throughout, with N's recurring line ("In the summer, my lover comes south...") as a haunting refrain at the close — the shadow returning even in the moment of the plea.

16. Broken Man

E throughout. The most direct address to G-d in the piece. N has no access to this kind of nakedness.

17. Paper Crown

E narrates and carries the entire dialogue, performing both sides of a remembered conversation. The only moment that stays with N is "I'm insecure in my paper crown" — the crack, the first true thing.

18. The Painting

E as soliloquy throughout. The painter has stepped out of the picture.

19. An Artist

E throughout. The provisional peace that closes Act Two.

20. This Is Mine

E + N together — the first integration. Reclamation requires both sides to be present.

21. You and Your Own

N's hollow opening echo sets the question, then E takes the whole song — naming the pattern, refusing the excuse, holding the complexity without collapsing it.

22. From a Living Grave

E throughout. The descent and return belong to E. Only E can go there and come back.

23. Painful Bother

N opens with the farewell stanza — a rare moment of N speaking something close to truth. E takes the second stanza. The interleaved closing lines are the one place in Act Three where line-by-line exchange is justified. E + N together on the final line.

24 / 25. By Hertz / Faith

E + N throughout both. Integration songs. Both voices moving in the same direction for the first time without irony.

26. Let Me Cry

E alone. The release belongs to E, who earned it.

27. Truthful Love

E + N. The honest question posed by both voices simultaneously.

28. Paper Heart

E — the gift. The self-destructive's final act: to believe in the other person's pain without being consumed by it. The Act Three Gemara then goes to N — the shadow, given the deepest spiritual statement in the piece. The inversion that resolves the drama.

29. Sunshine Rock N Roll

E throughout. Beautiful Sunshine returns. This time the waking is earned.

Glossary

Dramatic / Structural Terms

Shadow (Jungian)

The psychological term for the repressed or unconscious aspects of a personality — the parts of the self that have been denied, projected outward, or embodied in a difficult relationship. In Paper Gun, the shadow is both the internal voice (N) and the external figure (the lover/Jacques) who seems to carry it.

Shadow work

The deliberate psychological practice of confronting and integrating the shadow rather than projecting it. The piece is described in the programme as 'a vicarious exercise in shadow work.'

Self-destructive

Used here not in a pop-psychology sense but in the precise dramatic sense: the person in a difficult dynamic who has over-developed their capacity for feeling into the other person's experience, at the cost of their own boundaries. E's flaw is not weakness but excessive extension.

Punitive

Used here dramatically, not diagnostically. N exhibits the theatrical markers of punitive defence: third-person self-narration, deflection via wit, the inability to apologise first, the use of charm as currency. N is a wound in a suit.

Frère Jacques motif

The French nursery rhyme 'Frère Jacques' (Brother Jack / Are you sleeping) runs as a musical and lyrical thread through the piece. Its meaning: the shadow will not wake up. The bells toll. The sleeper does not stir. By the final act, the motif returns transformed — not as a warning but as a farewell.

Paper objects (Gun / Crown / Heart)

The three objects that title the acts encode the dramatic arc: a paper gun is false power — a threat with no real force that nonetheless wounds. A paper crown is false authority, insecurity dressed as sovereignty. A paper heart is the real thing — fragile, actual, offered.

The painting (Turner / Venetian)

The image of the Venetian oil painting in Act Two's soliloquy: when the protagonist speaks his truth, the other person disappears from the scene — the painter steps out of the painting. What remains is beauty, and solitude, and the choice of what to do with both.

Musical / Performance Terms

Live looping

The performance technique at the centre of Paper Gun: the performer records layers of piano in real time, building a full musical texture from a single instrument. Dramatically, looping enacts the piece's central theme — the past playing beneath the present, the same phrase returning in new context.

Song cycle

A sequence of songs designed to be experienced as a unified dramatic arc rather than as separate pieces. Paper Gun is a song cycle in the tradition of Schubert's Winterreise or Sondheim's Company — the songs are not set-pieces; they are chapters.

Operetta

A form of musical theatre that sits between opera and musical comedy — typically more intimate than opera, more dramatically serious than a revue. The designation here signals that Paper Gun has the emotional scope of opera with the accessibility of popular song.

Halachic Terms

Gemara

The analytical component of the Talmud — the rabbinic discussion and elaboration of the Mishnah. In Paper Gun, three Gemara passages from Tractate Zevachim (the tractate on Temple sacrifices) serve as allegorical inter-act commentary.

Zevachim

The tractate dealing with the laws of animal sacrifice in the Temple. Its subject — the precise conditions under which an offering is valid, accepted, or rejected — runs as a structural parallel to the emotional and relational themes of the piece.

Shechita / Kabbalah / Holachah / Zrikah

The four stages of a valid sacrifice: the slaughter, the receiving of the blood in a vessel, the carrying of the blood to the altar, and the throwing of the blood on the altar. The Act Three Gemara maps these onto the four acts of honest emotional transmission.

Tikkun

Hebrew: repair, correction, restoration. In Kabbalistic thought, each soul has a specific tikkun — a repair it was sent into the world to make. Paper Heart uses the word as its final image: not resolution, but the ongoing work of repair, offered as a gift.

Moshiach

The Messiah. In Forgiving: "what's too/to long for Moshiach!?" — the answer is in the question; "to?" is answered by "too!" — an acknowledgement that what it means to long for things to get better, is to feel the question: why is it taking too long to repair.

HaKadosh Baruch Hu

Hebrew: The Holy One, Blessed Be He. Its appearance in Faith alongside the Italian operatic 'Vincerò' (I shall win) is a deliberate collision of registers — Talmud and Puccini, the same reaching.

G-d (written with a dash)

The traditional Jewish practice of not writing the divine name in full in a context where the text might be discarded or treated carelessly. Its use here follows the author's practice throughout the piece.

Relational / Psychological Terms

Vilify to satisfy

A phrase used in Trauma Response and Paper Crown: the punitive defence mechanism of making the other person the villain in order to avoid accountability. If you are bad, I cannot be wrong. If I cannot be wrong, I cannot apologise. If I cannot apologise, I remain in control.

Paper crown

The image at the turning point of Act Two: the false security of needing to be in control. The crown is paper because it has no real authority — it is a performance of sovereignty maintained by the refusal to be vulnerable.

Ice-cream tears

The image in Truthful Love: getting all bent out of shape without taking balanced stock of the rarity and beauty of a truthful love. Not to condone mistreatment (it's a matter of degree in context) but to not throw out the baby with the bath water — grief can be bitter and sweet simultaneously. The honest compound, held together without resolution.

The post-performance vulnerability window

Not a term used in the piece itself, but a concept relevant to understanding it: the period after performance when emotional defences are lowered and judgment may be impaired. The piece's ending — 'stay vigilant' — speaks to this — represented by the immediate re-appearance briefly on the screen in the video of the shadow back in the painting.

Forgiving

There is something to be said about encouraging a discussion about how the burden of love is on the receiver, and to what extent that can allow for non apology driven forgiving.

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References Made To

Both Sides

Joni Mitchell — in "The Visitor"

Not While I'm Around

Jamie Cullum

Mother Glasgow

Hue and Cry

Stars

Nina Simone — in "An Artist"

Everybody Has a Dream

Billy Joel — in "This Is Mine"

My Life

Billy Joel — in "Amnesty"

Love Song

Elton John — in "Paper Heart"

James Brown Drum Beat

in "You Make Me Rock N Roll"

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