Being Alive

This seems to be a reprisal month. Just rewatched the DVD of Stephen Sondheim's musical Company (the 2006 revival version starring Raul Esparza). Sondheim is a fucking genius. Genius! Company speaks to me. Me. That is the power of art -- It's the lie that tells the truth (Picasso). It's fake but speaks about real people.

The lyrics of the last song in the musical, Being Alive:

Someone to hold you too close
Someone to hurt you too deep
Someone to sit in your chair
To ruin your sleep
To make you aware
Of being alive
Someone to need you too much
Someone to know you too well
Someone to pull you up short
To put you through hell
To give you support
In being alive
Being alive
Someone you have to let in
Someone whose feelings you spare
Someone who, like it or not
Will want you share
A little, a lot
Someone to crowd you with love
Someone to force you to care
Someone to make you come through
Who'll always be there
As frightened as you
Of being alive
Being alive
Being alive
Being alive
Somebody, hold me too close
Somebody hurt me too deep
Somebody, sit in my chair
And ruin my sleep
And make me aware
Of being alive
Being alive
Somebody, need me too much
Somebody, know me too well
Somebody, pull me up short
And put me through hell
And give me support
For being alive
Make me alive
Make me confused
Mock me with praise
Let me be used
Vary my days
But alone is alone
Not alive
Somebody, crowd me with love,
Somebody, force me to care,
Somebody, make me come through,
I'll always be there,
As frightened as you,
To help us survive
Being alive,
Being alive,
Being alive!