Alabama Song

O show us the way to the next Brecht symposium. O don’t ask why, o don’t ask why. For we must find the next Brecht symposium and spout twaddle, or if we don’t attend the plenary session and spout twaddle I tell you we must die, I tell you we must die, I tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must lose out on tenure in a professorship in Brecht studies at an important university where we can be paid handsomely to spout twaddle until kingdom come, which is surely not unlike death, in a spiritual sense, is it not, Lars?

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