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John Adams - Act I, Scene I: News Has a Kind of Mystery lyrics
Nixon: News has a kind of mystery; When I shook hands with Chou En-lai On this bare field outside Peking Just now, the world was listening Chou: May I – Nixon: Though we spoke quietly The eyes and ears of history Caught every gesture – Chou: --introduce— Nixon: And every word, transforming us As we, transfixed – Chou: -- the Deputy Minister of Security Nixon: Made history. [Our shaking hands Were shaping time. Each moments stands Out sharp and clear. Chou: -- Army.] May I -- Nixon: On our flight over from Shanghai Chou: The Minister -- Nixon: -- the countryside Looked drab and gray. "Breughel," Pat said "We came in peace for all mankind" I said, I was put in mind Of our Apollo astronauts Simply -- Chou: -- of the United States Nixon: Achieving a great human dream. We live in an unsettled time. Who are our enemies? Who are Our friends? The Eastern Hemisphere Beckoned to us, and we have flown East of the sun, west of the moon Across an ocean of distrust Filled with the bodies of our lost; The earth's Sea of Tranquility. It's prime time in the U.S.A Yesterday night. They watch us now; The three main networks' colors glow Livid though drapes onto the lawn. Dishes are washed and homework done, The dog and grandma fall asleep, A car roars past playing loud pop, Is gone. As I look down the road I know America is good At hearts. An Old cold warrior Piloting towards an unknown shore Though shoals. The rats being to chew The sheets. There's murmuring below. Now there's ingratitude! My hand Is steady as a rock. A sound Like mourning doves reaches my ears Nobody is a friend of ours. Let's face it. If we don't succeed On this summit, our name is mud. We're not out of the woods, not yet, The nation's heartland skips a beat As our hands shield the spinning globe From the flame-throwers of the mob. We must press on. We know we want -- What -- Oh yes -- Kissinger: Mr. President. |
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