We Are the Killers – Albert

 

 

Dear Americans,

 

 

You yourselves are the killers. You who desire a home, a car, a family. You are the killers. All of those who choose to live this life with a smile. You are the killers. All of those who accept the mechanisms that place money into your pockets. You are the killers. All of those who live life day by day and are happy. You are the killers. All of those who make a nice living. You are the killers. All of you who watch the news. You are the killers. All of you who travel. You are the killers. All of you who stay home. You are the killers. All of you who curse the travesties of society from your living room. You are the killers. All of you who eat. You are the killers. All of you who dine. You are the killers. All of you with children. You are the killers. All of you without children. You are the killers. All of you who live in a society that appreciates law and order. You are the killers. All of you who side for the good guy. You are the killers. All of you who allow things. You are the killers. All of you who can’t afford lawyers and therefore have no voice. All of you who desire medical care and have no insurance. You are the killers. All of you who do not run for office. You are the killers. All of you who run for office. You are the killers. All of you who drive by bums. You are the killers. All of you who are human. You are the killers. We are the killers.

 

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Letter to a London Literary agent (never sent)-Albert

 

January 17, 1998

 

Dear London Literary Agent,

 

I have written a musical play tribute to Princess Diana. Initial reaction to the script has been very positive. I am seeking a British agent as I wish for London to be the place of my musical’s first showing. A pair of British theatre professionals in the U.S. are interested in the project, but I am hesitant to hand it to them as they seek Power of Attorney over it, I suppose, to have a greater hand in it creatively. I am not yet ready to give this power away.

I have no better way to explain to you the premise but by showing the script to you. If you are interested in the script at all please contact me soon. I have enclosed an SASE in case you are not interested. The story is fantasy based upon the events of Diana’s final day at the Ritz Hotel in Paris. I do not know what the feeling in Great Britain is towards such a project, but I can assure you, the play was written in a spirit of love and respect. The first draft was written in less than two weeks time, a mere two weeks after Diana’s death while I, like the world, was still in mourning.

Thank you.

Sincerely,

Albert Jones

 

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hey hey whoa whoa

 

hey hey whoa whoa after petals on albert jamz goes into let it be. The end of Petals. I sing I hope you didn’t hate my play today. Jed backs me up. This song actually turns into “don’t fight” drop curtain. Jed peaks his head out of the curtain while the applause is still going on. He steps out. He has a tshir tthrown over him that says Operation Smile. He goes up and taps on a microphone. Hello, well, then whatever he’s going to say and then they’ll all go into a jam of chuck berry’s johnny b goode. The armed guitar brigade.

 

 

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