All Things Must Pass

by George Harrison

A sunrise doesn't last all morning
A cloudburst doesn't last all day
Seems my love is up and has left you with no warning
It's not always going to be this grey

All things must pass
All things must pass away

A sunset doesn't last all evening
A mind can blow those clouds away
After all this, my love is up and must be leaving
It's not always going to be this grey

All things must pass
All things must pass away

All things must pass
None of life's strings can last
So, I must be on my way
And face another day

Now the darkness only stays the nighttime
In the morning it will fade away
Daylight is good at arriving at the right time
It's not always going to be this grey

All things must pass
All things must pass away

Just Shy of Sure

by Elizabeth Stokes

Love in memory
Was a plague that consumed me
Shifted all my priorities
Things I'd die to keep
Swept through all that I hoped to reap
God, I loved how it ruined me

I have kept the hurt
Buried deep into winter dirt
I watch at night when the mound stirs
This is not the burn I've known
It's an ache in my every bone
Maybe you want to be alone
Maybe I...

My head is aching
But if I keep very still
I might be able
To make this work until
The end of the weekend
Weak, but I'll pretend
That you still want me
I'm the one you adore
But I'm just shy of sure

When do things suffice?
Can you be happy all your life?
Do you think it can happen twice?
Maybe that's a swing
Hey, you can't win without entering
Are you cool to lose everything?
Roll the die

She Likes Basketball

by Hal David

She likes basketball
How about that?
We have something in common
To talk about
Basketball

She likes basketball
How about that?
I have someplace to take her
When we go out
Basketball

Who ever would've dreamed?
Ever would've thought?
That my favorite girl
Likes my favorite sport

Like any other kid
I would make believe
With a ball in my hand
I'd dribble right past
All the others real fast
And I'd be six-foot eight
And my jump shot was really great

She likes basketball
Isn't that wild?
It's an omen that good things
Are on their way
Things to share

We share basketball
Couldn't you die?
From a simple beginning like this
We may get somewhere

It's nice to dream
Someday it might be

For What It's Worth

by Stephen Stills

There's something happening here
But what it is ain't exactly clear
There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware

I think it's time we stop
Children, what's that sound?
Everybody look
What's going down?

There's battle lines being drawn
Nobody's right if everybody's wrong
Young people speaking' their minds
Getting so much resistance from behind

It's time we stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look
What's going down?

What a field day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly saying, 'Hooray for our side'

Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you're always afraid
Step out of line, the man come and take you away

I Saw a White Lady Standing on the Street Just Sobbing (And I Think About It Once a Week)

by John Mulaney

It was two years ago
Christmas time, foot of snow
Passing through Union Square
And I saw this crying white lady
Just kinda standing there

(Funny, what if instead of getting on the subway with my entire class for our field trip to look at bugs, I'd walked over?)

I approach, she's demure
She thinks, 'Who is this four-foot bachelor?'
So my hand I extend
And say, 'I'm Alex J.
'And you look like you need a friend

'Why are you crying in a public place?
'Perhaps a friend of yours was fake to your face
'Or did you just come from Trader Joe's
'And you paid too much for your avocados?'

No Kleenex in her purse
I've a handkerchief for her
Of course, monogrammed, 'Alex J'
'Keep it, ma'am,
'Because you're just having one of those days

'I understand'
She takes my hand

We walk uptown and dine at Au Bon Pain
I talk of Sherlock Gnomes from beginning to end
Then suddenly I say, 'What's that sound I hear?
'Your lovely laugh, my dear'

You got problems and I don't want to delve
You're a grownup and I'm barely 12
Expel your problems, I can help you with coping
Look me in the eye, and the floodgates will open

They're phasing out my department
And I will lose my apartment
My mom is no support system
I like bad guys, can't resist them
Forgot to DVR Drag Race
My friend Elise, fake to my face
Some fraud made them freeze my AmEx
And later ran into my ex
And some days, this city and de Blasio just make me scream 'Why??!
'Why not just stand here and cry?'

(And also this whole time I'm wearing my dad's fancy scarf and my Heelys)

Her eyes glisten
I don't talk, I listen
Then the rain starts again
We scurry down the street
Into another Au Bon Pain

She takes my handkerchief from her purse
She says, Alex J, I feel like I'm cursed
'Lady, I know that the sky isn't clear
'But it cannot rain every day of the year
'Can't you just be crying in your own narrative?
'Because "We tell ourselves stories in order to live"'

She nods, 'Joan Didion'
I take her hand, to Le Pain Quotidien
And we talk about life and love
And Sherlock Gnomes
Until it's time to go home

That's what I think would happen
But it's all imagined
And I will wonder till the end
What if I hadn't walked away
Would that crying lady be my friend?

Anyway, I remember all sorts of things
Thanks for listening
And wherever you are, lady, have a good night