Rasputin Catamite (Sasha’s Lament)
Poor Sasha. Sometimes the only way to deal with the shittiness of life is to sing the blues, or at least an impromptu lamentation.
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Sasha looks sad, with eyes closed.
SASHA Singing to himself
If I could travel to the past I’d rather not be born. I’ll settle for fixing one thing, and my heart won't be torn. So, I sing in hushed tones as I sit here alone. You were my Rasputin. I was your catamite. Changes floating in the wind, can’t find the strength to fight.
Sasha looks sad, with eyes closed.
SASHA Singing to himself
If I could travel to the past I’d rather not be born. I’ll settle for fixing one thing, and my heart won't be torn. So, I sing in hushed tones as I sit here alone. You were my Rasputin. I was your catamite. Changes floating in the wind, can’t find the strength to fight.
