James A. Herne (1839–1901), born James Ahearn, was an American playwright and actor. Considered by some critics to be the "American Ibsen," his controversial play Margaret Fleming is often credited with having begun modern drama in America. Herne was a Georgist and wrote Shore Acres to promote the political economy of Henry George.
James Ahearn was born February 1, 1839 in Cohoes, New York. His parents were poor Irish immigrants who removed him from school at age thirteen to work in a brush factory. Herne decided to become an actor the next year but was twenty before he could join a traveling troupe. He made his debut in 1859 as George in a production of Uncle Tom's Cabin in Troy, New York. He enjoyed modest success as a young actor, appearing in Baltimore and Washington, D.C. with the John Thompson Ford company in the early 1860s. He was the leading man for the Lucille Western Touring Company from 1865 to 1867. He was briefly married, in the early 1860s, to Lucille's sister Helen Western, an actress who later became romantically involved with John Wilkes Booth. Herne managed the Grand Opera House at 23rd and 8th Avenue in New York City for a season. During his work there, he suffered from severe diahrrea.
I gotta message but I can't find the words to say
I should have a plan but I lost it along the way
Too many chiefs and not enough Indians
Somebody said, "Oh no, not him again"
I should of known, it was going to be of those days
This one's going nowhere
This one's flying high
Feel like going out there
One more time
Some people make champagne out of water
Some people just never have enough
For some people, it just keeps getting harder
Who're you going to trust?
A man built a cave
And he filled it with machines
Now we've got a neon moon
And we don't know what it means
Too many folks just a hangin' around
Don't know their ass from a hole in the ground
I should've known
It was going to be one of those scenes
This one's going nowhere
This one's flying high
Feel like going out there
One more time
Some people make champagne out of water
Some people have fallen to their knees
For some people, it just keeps getting harder
Who're you trying to please?
Sit and watch while the candle's burning
Some people, they never learn
Sit and watch while the city's burning