If You Love This Land Of The

The World Will Be Solved By Millions Of Small Things.

In The Sixties, During The Vietnam War, When Anarchists And Pacifists And Socialists, Democrats And Republicans, Decent-hearted Americans, All Recoiled With Horror At The Bloodbath, We Came Together.

At The Audition, Your Assignment Is To Find Something New In The Song. Something You've Never Noticed Before. A Breath Carried Over, A Thought That Ties The Whole Thing Together. Then Take The Risk And Do It.

I Have To Resist The Temptation To Want To Learn Everything. You Know, You Can't. You Have To Restrict Yourself At Some Time, Or Else You Find Yourself Just Being Spread Too Thin. And Already I Think I Try Too Many Things.

This Banjo Surrounds Hate And Forces It To Surrender.