Tomorrow Is Born Tonight.

When I was first introduced to the music of Jacques Brel, I was totally floored. I had never heard anything as intelligent or sexy or angry as his music.

No more Mrs. Nice Guy, she's such a dreadful bore./ I'm into vivisection, not polishing the floor.

Darling, face it, you just don't have a life!

It's imminent. It could be tonight, it could be tomorrow.

Be on your toes tonight-or I'll be on yours tomorrow.