The heat is on...
but in the end...
Saigon must fall...
...for the one to end this...the better choice...
[It's] the music of something beginning:
An era exploding, a century spinning.
In riches and rags, and in rhythm and rhyme.
The people called it Ragtime...
Ragtime!
Ragtime!
RAGTIME!
[Yes, perhaps I'm cheesy, but then, so are we all, for we're here, ne?]
Updated On: 4/6/08 at 11:56 AM