Thank
you so much.
Now we have to pretend it's winter for this song.
It's cold outside.
The snow has just begun to fall.
It's the holiday season.
Everyone's running home early
with all their presents.
And I'm out here on the street corner.
It's 1942. This is my
missionary band.
My name is Emma Goldman.
And I wrote this in prison.
The guilty undertake a side.
The lonely or the grind of cries.
Silver saxophone say hi.
I should infuse you.
The crack beds and washed out horns blowing on my face with scorn.
But it's not that way.
I wasn't born to lose you.
I want you.
I want you.
Darling, I want you.
So bad.
Drunken politicians leap onto the street where mothers weep.
And saviors who are fast asleep,
they wait for you.
And I wait for them to open a beer trinket from my broken cup.
And ask me
to open up the gate for you.
I want you.
But that doesn't matter.
Because time was on his side.
Because I want you.
Thank
you so very much.
I loved being here tonight.
Thank you.
And ladies and gentlemen,
we have one tank top left that I just took off of.
Sophie.
So what we're going to do is it'll go to the highest bidder.
And that money will go to the Wilderness Society.
So if you want one of the last wife beaters that we've made,
I just took it off Sophie.
It's a little wet, but it's up front.
And you can write checks.