NARRATOR
Once upon a time,
In a far away land,
A young Prince lived in a shining castle.
Although he had everything his heart desired,
the Prince was spoiled, selfish and unkind.
But then, one winter's night,
an old beggar woman came to the castle
and offered him a single rose
in return for shelter from the bitter cold.
Repulsed by her haggard appearance,
the Prince sneered at the gift,
and turned the old woman away.
But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances,
for Beauty is found within.
And when he dismissed her again,
the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress.
The prince tried to apologize,
but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart.
And as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast
and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there.
Ashamed of his monstrous form,
the Beast concealed himself inside his castle,
with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world.
The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose,
which would bloom until his twenty-first year.
If he could learn to love another,
and earn their love in return by the time the last petal fell,
Then the spell would be broken.
If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time.
As the years passed,
he fell into despair and lost all hope,
For who could ever learn to love .... a beast?
Frank Zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve Vai (guitar)
Ray White (guitar, vocals)
Tommy Mars (keyboards)
Chuck Wild (piano)
Arthur Barrow (bass)
Scott Thunes (bass)
Jay Anderson (string bass)
Ed Mann (percussion)
Chad Wackerman (drums)
Ike Willis (vocals)
Terry Bozzio (vocals)
Dale Bozzio (vocals)
Napoleon Murphy Brock (vocals)
Bob Harris (vocals)
Johnny "Guitar" Watson (vocals)
THING-FISH:
Once upon a time, musta been 'round October, few years back, in one o' dose TOP SECRET LAB-MOTORIES de gubbnint keep stashed away underneath Virginia, an EVIL PRINCE, occasion'ly employed as a part-time THEATRICAL CRITICIZER set to woikin' on a plot fo de systematic GENOCIDICAL REMOVE'LANCE of all unwanted highly-rhythmic individj'lls an' sissy-boys!
De cocksucker done whiffed up a secret POTIUM... an' right 'long wid it, de ATROCIOUS IDEA dat what he been boilin' up down deahhhh jes' mights be de FINAL SOLUTIUM to DE WHITE MAIN'S 'BOIDENNN', ef yo' acquire my drift...
Well, he were sure he had a GOOD THING GOIN'... but, dere was always de possobility dat somethin' might fuck up, so, he planned to have a little test, jes' to check it all out befo' he dump't it in de wattuh supply.
Sho'tly denafter, wit HIGH-LEVEL GUBNINT CO-ROBBERATIUM, he arranged to have a good-will visit to SAN QUENTIM, 'long wit some country-westin mu- zishnin's, 'n sprinkle a little bit of it on some of de boys in deahhh (since dey done used a few of 'em befo' when dey was messin' wit de ZYPH'LISS).
So, heah dey come wit de POTIUM, dump'nit all in de mash potatoes!
Den dey wen' up to de warden's office fo' some HOT TODDY, watchin' a little football while dey's waitin' to see what gone happen!
Fact o' de matter were: NOTHIN' HAPPENED, so dey went off'n dribbled it in a special shipnint of GALOOT CO-LOG-NUH dat went out 'bouts NOVEMBER!
Next thing y'know, fagnits be droppin' off like flies...'long wit a large number of severely-tanned individj'lls, pre-zumnably of HAY'CHEN EXTRAKMENT!
Music by: neil diamond
(instrumental)
So my sister and I left Louisiana
Where the moon on the Mississippi is a-shining ever,
Like you always hear in the songs of Dixie.
We look forward to our home-coming?
And the sooner the better.
Anna II
And the sooner the better!
Anna I
It's a month already since we started
For the great big cities where you go to make money.
In seven years our fortune will be made
And then we can go back.
Anna II
In six years would be much nicer.
Anna I
Our mom and dad and both our brothers wait in old
Louisiana
And we'll send them all our money as we make it,
For all the money's got to go to build a little house
Down by the Mississippi in Louisiana.
Right, Anna ?
Anna II
Yes, Anna.
Anna I
She's the one with the looks, I'm realistic,
She's just a little mad, my head is on straight.
But we're really one divided being
Even though you see two of us
And both of us are Anna,
Together we've but a single past, a single future,
One heart and one savings account,
And we only do what's best for one another.
Right, Anna?
Anna II
We're gonna be laughing about this
We're gonna be dancing around
It's gonna be so good now
It's gonna be so good
Oh, so exciting, go on and on
Every time you leave us
So summer will be gone
So you'll never grow old to us
It's gonna be so good now
It's gonna be so good
Can you see the lark ascending?
Oh, so romantic, swept me off my feet
Like some kind of magic
Like the light in Italy
Lost its way across the sea
Roma roma mia
Tesoro mio, bella
Pieno di sole luce
Bali cozi bene, bene
Pianissimo, pianissimo
What a lovely afternoon
What a lovely afternoon
Oh, will you come with us
(Vocalise)
Just on the border of your waking mind
There lies another time
Where darkness and light are one
And as you tread the halls of sanity
You feel so glad to be, unable to go beyond
Madame Giry: Phantasma, city of wonders. Mr. Y presents marvelous astonishments, human prodigies. Ha. The Oolala Girl, five performances daily. Christine Daae, the soprano of the century. Gone, all gone
Fleck: Yes, there's nothing left, nothing but ghosts, but I knew you'd come back, Madame Giry.
Madame Giry: You, you're still here.
Fleck: Of course we're still here, the freaks, the monsters, the bizarre. Where else could we exist but here? And after the tragedy, after the master disappeared with the child, after the fire that consumed everything.
Madame Giry: His dream. Our dream.
Fleck: Remember how it was? Remember?
Coney Isle.
Glistening and glimmering
Rising bright
Drenched with light
See it smile
Beckoning and shimmering
All agleam
Like a dream
Fleck and Madame Giry: Every fantasy set free
Sun rising by the sea
Madame Giry: Coney isle
Miracle and miracle
Lead and sound
All around
Mile by mile
Loud and lured and lyrical
Thrill and thrill
Never still
All America was there
Bigger next to billionaire
In they came
Chasing sensation and romance
Eyes aflame
Desperate for pleasure yet unknown
Night and day
Pouring in by a hundreds and thousands
Swept away
As if every desire was made real
That's the Place That You Ruined, You Fool
Fleck: That's the place that you ruined, you fool!
Madame Giry: What do you mean?
Fleck: That's the world you destroyed with your greed
Madame Giry: It wasn't my fault. I couldn't have known.
words and music by Arlo Guthrie
In the event of my demise
Be sure to include this statement
When you are bent on closing my eyes
Thinking about what my life meant
Alone on a hill back in '65
Things looked a lot like changing
Singing our songs that we harmonized
Dreaming of worlds rearranging
And I don't know why I'm singing tonight
Maybe it's time someone told you
Just because you say you've seen the light
Doesn't mean nobody sold you
I can remember all of your smiles
During the demonstrations
Taking on what seemed like the whole world
Igniting the hearts of our nations
And together we sang our victory songs
Though we were worlds apart
Every thing then has now passed away
Except for the love in my heart
Sitting at home on computerized beds
Tryine to come to conclusions
Seeing reflections from rose-colored heads
Ignoring the states of illusion
Drunk in a world of material wealth
No one can notice you falling
Fantastic flights once good tor your health
Now make you deaf to your calling
And all alone the prophet groans
With words as yet unseen
Who'll be awake when the master returns
Who will be lost in their dreams
So in the event of my demise
8e sure to include this statement
Only the words of love kept alive
[instrumental]
"All that you see or seem, is but a dream without a dream"
[Edgar Allan Poe]
A. The time telepathy experiment
THIS IS THE VOICE OF MERLIN. LISTEN WELL,
FOR IT CONCERNS YOU. THIS CHRONICLE COMMENCES IN THE YEAR 2084 A.D.
MANKIND HAS VIRTUALLY DESTROYED ITSELF.
IT'S SURVIVAL DEPENDS ON 'THE FINAL EXPERIMENT'.
SCIENTISTS FROM THE 21ST CENTURY HAVE DEVELOPED
A NEW COMPUTERPROGRAM CALLED 'TIME TELEPATHY'.
BY USING THIS TECHNIQUE THEY HAVE SENT VISIONS OF HUMANITIES'
DECLINE BACK IN TIME. THESE TRANSMISSIONS HAVE BEEN RECEIVED BY THE MIND
OF A BLIND MINSTREL WHO LIVES IN 6TH CENTURY GREAT BRITAIN. HIS NAME ....
IS 'AYREON'.
B. Overture
C. Ayreon's quest
IT SHALL BE AYREON'S QUEST TO SING OF THESE VISIONS AND THUS WARN THE WORLD
OF ITS IMPENDING DOWNFALL IN ORDER TO CHANGE ITS FUTURE IN A LONG
In the misty jungles of the Styx
Hides the lost city of the dead
The tomb of ancient kings
The forgotten graveyard of Volusia
Tekst niedostę
Tucked in the woods
Near North Chicago
Early November
Commences our saga
Two loved in silence
For fear of corruption
Then fate chimed in
With an evil grin and a mighty interruption
She awoke in a panic
The TV in static
She heard a voice
In the attic
Crouched behind her door
With a Swiss Army knife
She cried in silence
Fearing for her life
Protecting herself
She stabbed the intruder
The lights turned on
Her knife impaled her suitor
She'd committed a murder
While he laid there bleeding
She stared, clearly scared
Checked her boyfriend's heart for beating
It's not right
The lights get dim
And all she thinks of is him
She cried through the morning
As she read the paper
Her father told police
The boy broke in to rape her
She ran to the bathroom
Enraged and pissed
Grabbed a razor
And tic-tac-toed her wrist
She'd committed a murder
And while she laid there bleeding
She stared, clearly scared
Checked her final pulse for beating
It's not right
The lights get dim
And all she thinks of is him
Fellow traveller, what you posses is something unique,
two entities in one. The first is composed from five new songs,
designed to bring you one step closer to the realms of MORPHEUS.
The second is the reincarnation of the: "TEMPLE OF THE LOST RACE"
mini Lp, released in 91. Many searching for it but in vain.
At last this lost page of the band's history is a restored.
We resurected the old songs while keeping the spirit that was
A morning in magenta, the petals fed from the dew.
She held her breath for a moment, to pause off the stream.
Still clinging to vast, old memories.
And I would marvel at her beauty, playing through the rain.
The coffin is beautifully engraved.
Stained by soil, symbols of death.
All of which are stared upon, with porcelain eyes it seems.
Some spoke, and it was my turn to go.
In death entwined, I could not believe.
But it hangs around my neck.
A soft breeze passed me by, somewhat warmer for a second.
Hello, and welcome to The Everglow by Mae.
You are now listening to the audio portion of the album.
To complete your experience,
please open the booklet that accompanies the compact disc.
Good, you are now ready to experience The Everglow.
You'll know it's time to turn the page when you hear this sound:
Thank you, and enjoy your journey.
Tucked in the woods
Near North Chicago
Early November
Commences our saga
Two loved in silence
For fear of corruption
Then fate chimed in
With an evil grin and a mighty interruption
She awoke in a panic
The TV in static
She heard a voice
In the attic
Crouched behind her door
With a Swiss Army knife
She cried in silence
Fearing for her life
Protecting herself
She stabbed the intruder
The lights turned on
Her knife impaled her suitor
She'd committed a murder
While he laid there bleeding
She stared, clearly scared
Checked her boyfriend's heart for beating
It's not right
The lights get dim
And all she thinks of is him
She cried through the morning
As she read the paper
Her father told police
The boy broke in to rape her
She ran to the bathroom
Enraged and pissed
Grabbed a razor
And tic-tac-toed her wrist
She'd committed a murder
And while she laid there bleeding
She stared, clearly scared
Checked her final pulse for beating
It's not right
The lights get dim
The planet of death and damnation. The dumping ground of people with weak
souls, who cause war and starvation. The year 1995. John Doe, one of the
inhabitants, is living in a state of distress, knowing that he is dependent on
the computerbrain who is guiding the state with no destination. The brave new
people equal progress, they say, but the ordinary John Doe has never been
taught how to survive alone! And he doesn't dare to think! However, the
computer-brain has a special feature to act gentle and to sympathize with
human mind, after all - humans have feelings. In the midst of all this there
is also an angel, a shining creature, the light of life who can see inside a
man. It is the angels mission to encourage and cheer up the normal mortal. She
sees the pain of John Doe.
Tucked in the woods
Near North Chicago
Early November
Commences our saga
Two loved in silence
For fear of corruption
Then fate chimed in
With an evil grin and a mighty interruption
She awoke in a panic
The TV in static
She heard a voice
In the attic
Crouched behind her door
With a Swiss Army knife
She cried in silence
Fearing for her life
Protecting herself
She stabbed the intruder
The lights turned on
Her knife impaled her suitor
She'd committed a murder
While he laid there bleeding
She stared, clearly scared
Checked her boyfriend's heart for beating
It's not right
The lights get dim
And all she thinks of is him
She cried through the morning
As she read the paper
Her father told police
The boy broke in to rape her
She ran to the bathroom
Enraged and pissed
Grabbed a razor
And tic-tac-toed her wrist
She'd committed a murder
And while she laid there bleeding
She stared, clearly scared
Checked her final pulse for beating
It's not right
The lights get dim
Narattor:
Once upon a time, in a faraway land,
A young Prince lived in a shining castle.
Although he had everything his heart desired,
The Prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind.
But then, one winter's night,
An old beggar woman came to the castle
And offered him a single Rose
In return for shelter from the bitter cold.
Repulsed by her haggard appearance,
The Prince sneered at the gift,
And turned the old woman away.
But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances,
For Beauty is found within.
And when he dismissed her again,
The old woman's ugliness melted away
To reveal a beautiful Enchantress.
The Prince tried to apologize, but it was too late,
For she had seen that there was no love in his heart.
And as punishment,
She transformed him into a hideous beast,
And placed a powerful spell on the castle,
And all who lived there.
Ashamed of his monstrous form,
The beast concealed himself inside his castle,
With a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world.
The Rose she had offered,
Was truly an enchanted rose,
Which would bloom for many years.
If he could learn to love another,
And earn her love in return
By the time the last petal fell,
Then the spell would be broken.
If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast
For all time.
As the years passed,
He fell into despair, and lost all hope,
Stick up your hands oh baby
You can believe or maybe
Drink all your money
'Till you paint your face, what a waist
Fill up your tank with bubbles
And if they say you're trouble
Laugh at the guy with goggles
He's a hunk, but a skunk
Everyday people, They rush to the e-hole
They light up their pianos
with underwear in their hair
Left, right and center
a box with distemper
the future remembers
In 2104, lithological excavations at the Fourth Mars Colony unearthed an artifact of unknown,
seemingly non-human origin;
an icosahedron of an unrecognized, non terrestrial metallic composition, inscribed with strange,
indecipherable sigils and glyphs.
After long months of intense study, epigraphy experts on Earth ascertained a tenuous parallel between the unknown
language on the icosaherdon and certain obscure Aztec hieroglyphics, and thus were able to extrapolate a meaning from
the unearthly inscriptions.
The translation spoke of a legendary repository of ultimate knowledge known as the Empyreal Lexicon... a codex of alien
origin said to contain incredible cosmic secrets; arcane words and psionic waves of power which were the keys to
unlocking a network of cerebral-transferrence portals linking the myriad galaxies of the multiverse, and also the means to
transcend the boundaries of the space-time continuum, enabling corporeal beings to travel between dimensions and
traverse at will the unknown realms which lay between universes, tapping into the limitless energies which permeated the
sidereal fabric of the cosmos.
The translation of the Mars icosaherdon also hinted disturbingly at a great pangalactic conflict which was waged over the
possession of the codex between the mysterious cosmic beings who had appointed themselves the keepers of the
Lexicon and some terrifying shadowy foe mentioned only fleetingly in the alien text.
The final battle in this cataclysmic power struggle was apparently fought in Earth's own solar system, and the Keepers of
the Lexicon, their power depleted and teetering on the verge of defeat, shattered the codex into a myriad shards,
scattering the fragments across the star system in order to prevent the secrets of the Lexicon from falling into the hands
of their darksome nemesis.
According to the Martian artifact, several fragments of the Lexicon were hidden on the third planet from the sun, the Earth
itself.
One fragment was secreted in ancient Atlantis, another in Lemuria. Further pieces of the cosmic codex fell to earth in Ys
and eon-veiled Mu.
Still further fragments of the Lexicon were said to have been hidden somewhere beneath the frozen surface of the bleak
moon Callisto, and on the other mysterious orbs Hyperion and Titan.
Lastly, the alien artifact spoke mysteriously of something hidden beneath the cratered surface of Earth's own Moon.
Ascertaining co-ordinates from the Mars icosahedron, an expedition embarked immediately from the Epsilon IV Moon
Base and began to excavate the lunar sphere.
Thus was a veiled warning unheeded, and no one could know what to expect as the machinations of humankind breached
Tucked in the woods
Near North Chicago
Early November
Commences our saga
Two loved in silence
For fear of corruption
Then fate chimed in
With an evil grin and a mighty interruption
She awoke in a panic
The TV in static
She heard a voice
In the attic
Crouched behind her door
With a Swiss Army knife
She cried in silence
Fearing for her life
Protecting herself
She stabbed the intruder
The lights turned on
Her knife impaled her suitor
She'd committed a murder
While he laid there bleeding
She stared, clearly scared
Checked her boyfriend's heart for beating
It's not right
The lights get dim
And all she thinks of is him
She cried through the morning
As she read the paper
Her father told police
The boy broke in to rape her
She ran to the bathroom
Enraged and pissed
Grabbed a razor
And tic-tac-toed her wrist
She'd committed a murder
And while she laid there bleeding
She stared, clearly scared
Checked her final pulse for beating
It's not right
The lights get dim
Quarks, gluons, red giants, white dwarfs, big bang
There are eight billion tales in the naked universe
This is just one of them
But, they all have black holes
A creative nuisance
Recognizing stupidity as a positive force
"the band began to tune up, though it seemed a pointless exercise considering the kind
All of the hate and all of the sadness
have melted away
nothing remains here
closeby, I see love trying to take a shape
as I reach out for it
the love breaks up before my very eyes
everywhere, there flows... blue blood
"und es sind welche unter uns ohne Seele
ihre Herzen haben keine Kenntniss vom Guten
In ancient times in the valley of Graydoor,
a powerful and noble king lived.
He had been governing his lands wisely and fairly for a long, long time.
In the fiftieth year of his kingdom,
his royal subjects went to his court with many presents in order to honour him.
Among these men there was an old warrior called Halvor.
When it was hi turn, he approached the king,
This one's for you friend if you like the moon,
good tunes and old cartoons.
All good for you.
And even after a night at the bar,
you watch the stinging stars,
piercing you right in the heart.
And you realize this may not last for long
'till the ding dong.
So you best go strong, sing songs,
wear thongs 'till the others live on
and you're born again in Hong Kong
where you'll like ping pong,
your friends, reading and the sound of a gong.
Well anyway, we all look for one thing and one thing only,
and that's not to feel lonely, so hold me.
Life is just a constant illusion, carpeted dreams of man's confusion
Expertly stripped of reasons why, dissected clean and barely alive
Freedom is a dream of the dead, a martyrs cry deep within your head
Where air is not a worthy cause, to destroy the land with mindless wars
England, your children die in vain, for reasons of political gain
Tucked in the woods
Near North Chicago
Early November
Commences our saga
Two loved in silence
For fear of corruption
Then fate chimed in
With an evil grin and a mighty interruption
She awoke in a panic
The TV in static
She heard a voice
In the attic
Crouched behind her door
With a Swiss Army knife
She cried in silence
Fearing for her life
Protecting herself
She stabbed the intruder
The lights turned on
Her knife impaled her suitor
She'd committed a murder
While he laid there bleeding
She stared, clearly scared
Checked her boyfriend's heart for beating
It's not right
The lights get dim
And all she thinks of is him
She cried through the morning
As she read the paper
Her father told police
The boy broke in to rape her
She ran to the bathroom
Enraged and pissed
Grabbed a razor
And tic-tac-toed her wrist
She'd committed a murder
And while she laid there bleeding
She stared, clearly scared
Checked her final pulse for beating
It's not right
The lights get dim
A Citizen's Duty:
The story of America is a story best seen through the eyes of its people. It is a story built on the idea of freedom, through the common efforts of a nation united. America, now over 200 years old, is a country that is different from all others, in that it offers equal opportunity to anyone, regardless of gender, sexuality or race. It is on this creed that the story of America was founded.
Unfortunately, that is all it is. A story.
Lies built on deceptions. A nation's history cloaked in murder. The idea of a ruling class is still very much with us. Ninety percent of all wealth is inherited wealth. We may have lost the titles, but an aristocracy still flourishes.
Resist:
It is a citizen's duty to resist the system that pits us against one another.
Refuse:
It is a citizen's duty to refuse to believe the fears their media has implanted in us through sensationalized and biased coverage.
Renounce:
It is a citizen's duty to renounce the idea of borders and boundaries, as they strengthen their hold on us by serving the dual purpose of separating us and therefore dividing our strength. Burn their symbols. And as they burn physically, let them burn internally, a charred reminder of a nation that could have been.
Vitae At Threscwald Anachoreta In Mortem
(Narrator)
Some folks dream of the wonders they'll do
Before their time on this planet is through
Some just don't have anything planned
They hide their hopes and their heads in the sand
Now I don't say who is wrong, who is right
But if by chance you are here for the night
Then all I need is an hour or two
To tell the tale of a dreamer like you
We all dream a lot-- some are lucky, some are not
But if you think it, want it, dream it, then it's real
You are what you feel
But all that I say can be told another way
In the story of a boy whose dream came true
A beginning is a very delicate time. Know then, that is is the year 10191. The known universe is ruled by the Padishah Emperor Shaddam the Fourth, my father. In this time, the most precious substance in the universe is the spice Melange. The spice extends life. The spice expands consciousness. The spice is vital to space travel. The Spacing Guild and its navigators, who the spice has mutated over 4000 years, use the orange spice gas, which gives them the ability to fold space. That is, travel to any part of the universe without moving. Oh, yes. I forgot to tell you. The spice exists on only one planet in the entire universe. A desolate, dry planet with vast deserts. Hidden away within the rocks of these deserts are a people known as the Fremen, who have long held a prophecy that a man would come, a messiah, who would lead them to true freedom. The planet is Arrakis, also known as Dune.
As I stood, before this circle, I call upon the creatures of the night...
[Instrumental]
When I reminisce about all those years, I see many things. Life and death
Strung together like the mountains and valleys in which we lived. There was
Wealth and opulence, but also tribulation and loss. There was laughter and
Song, and there was also tears.
But even more than tears, blood was shed. And so many were left to their
Unadorned graves, unburied. But to us, death was but another journey. And
Close by the darkness through which we strode, there was also light. The
Light of life and immortality.
And after all, when I reminisce about those years, I mostly remember our
Songs. We sang... as if to drown out the sound of clashing swords, as if
A hero was part of a movement from the not so distant past,
He and others like him felt the world was changing fast,
So they embarked on a journey with their very best intentions,
And thought that what began with them would never find an end.
Ready set go it's easy you know,
It's easy to get wrapped up in the madness,
Ready or not it's all that they go,
and so it goes
Suspend your disbelief in revolution,
Their solutions were a way for them to change the world they lived in
The rich stay rich, the poor got even poorer
And the world engulfed in war only added to the horror
Unlike the more moderated movements that proceeded theirs,
They were absolutely unconcerned with splitting heads,
They fought for the rights and belief that they might even change the human race,
But global revolution never seemed to show its face
Ready set go it's easy you know,
It's easy to get wrapped up in the madness,
Ready or not it's all that they go,
and so it goes
Suspend your disbelief in revolution,
Their solutions were a way for them to change the world they lived in
The rich stay rich, the poor got even poorer
Chain Gang - Overture / Work Song / Look Down
[PRISONERS]
Look down, look down
Don't look 'em in the eye
Look down, look down,
You're here until you die
[CONVICT ONE]
The sun is strong
It's hot as hell below
[PRISONER]
Look down, look down,
There's twenty years to go
[CONVICT TWO]
I've done no wrong!
Sweet Jesus, hear my prayer!
[PRISONERS]
Look down look down,
Sweet Jesus doesn't care
[CONVICT THREE]
I know she'll wait,
I know that she'll be true!
[PRISONERS]
Look down, look down,
They've all forgotten you
[CONVICT FOUR]
When I get free ya won't see me
Here for dust!
[PRISONERS]
Look down, look down
Don't look 'em in the eye
[CONVICT FIVE]
How long, oh Lord
Before you let me die?
[PRISONERS]
Look down, look down,
You'll always be a slave
Look down, look down,
You're standing in your grave
[JAVERT]
Now bring me prisoner 24601
Your time is up
And your parole's begun
You know what that means.
[VALJEAN]
Yes, it means I'm free.
[JAVERT]
No!
It means you get
Your yellow ticket-of-leave
You are a thief
[VALJEAN]
I stole a loaf of bread.
[JAVERT]
You robbed a house.
[VALJEAN]
I broke a window pane.
My sister's child was close to death
And we were starving.
[JAVERT]
You will starve again
Unless you learn the meaning of the law.
[VALJEAN]
I know the meaning of those 19 years
A slave of the law
[JAVERT]
Five years for what you did
The rest because you tried to run
Yes, 24601.
[VALJEAN]
My name is Jean Valjean
[JAVERT]
And I am Javert
Do not forget my name!
Do not forget me,
24601.
[PRISONERS]
Look down, look down
You'll always be a slave
Look down, look down
You're standing in your grave.
[VALJEAN]
Freedom is mine. The earth is still.
I feel the wind. I breathe again.
And the sky clears
The world is waking.
Drink from the pool. How clean the taste.
Never forget the years, the waste.
Nor forgive them
For what they've done.
They are the guilty - everyone.
The day begins...
And now lets see
What this new world
Will do for me!
[He finds work on a farm]
[FARMER]
You'll have to go
I'll pay you off for the day
Collect your bits and pieces there
And be on your way.
[VALJEAN]
You have given me half
What the other men get!
This handful of tin
Wouldn't buy my sweat!
[LABORER]
You broke the law
It's there for people to see
Why should you get the same
As honest men like me?
[VALJEAN]
Now every door is closed to me
Another jail. Another key. Another chain
For when I come to any town
They check my papers
And they find the mark of Cain
In their eyes I see their fear
`We do not want you here.'
[He comes to an inn]
[INKEEPER'S WIFE]
My rooms are full
And I've no supper to spare
I'd like to help a stranger
All we want is to be fair
[VALJEAN]
I will pay in advance
I can sleep in a barn
You see how dark it is
I'm not some kind of dog!
[INNKEEPER]
You leave my house
Or feel the weight of my rod
We're law-abiding people here
Thanks be to God.
[They throw him out of the inn]
[VALJEAN]
And now I know how freedom feels
The jailer always at your heels
It is the law!
This piece of paper in my hand
That makes me cursed throughout the land
It is the law!
Like a cur
I walk the street,
The dirt beneath their feet.
[He sits down despairingly outside a house from which emerges the Bishop of Digne.]
[BISHOP]
Come in, Sir, for you are weary,
And the night is cold out there.
Though our lives are very humble
What we have, we have to share.
There is wine here to revive you.
There is bread to make you strong,
There's a bed to rest till morning,
Rest from pain, and rest from wrong.
[VALJEAN]
He let me eat my fill
I had the lion's share
The silver in my hand
Cost twice what I had earned
In all those nineteen years -
That lifetime of despair
And yet he trusted me.
The old fool trusted me -
He'd done his bit of good
I played the grateful serf
And thanked him like I should
But when the house was still,
I got up in the night.
Took the silver
Took my flight!
Music: Claude-Michel Schönberg
Lyrics: Alain Boublil
Book: Claude-Michel Schönberg + Alain Boublil
Premiere: Wednesday, July 10, 1996
Villagers
Don't look at them! Stay away from them!
Don't go near them!
Damned Protestants! Heretics! Damned heretics!
They betrayed our Lord!
We don't want you here!
Get out of Artigat!
Pierre Guerre This is our land!
Tucked in the woods
Near North Chicago
Early November
Commences our saga
Two loved in silence
For fear of corruption
Then fate chimed in
With an evil grin and a mighty interruption
She awoke in a panic
The TV in static
She heard a voice
In the attic
Crouched behind her door
With a Swiss Army knife
She cried in silence
Fearing for her life
Protecting herself
She stabbed the intruder
The lights turned on
Her knife impaled her suitor
She'd committed a murder
While he laid there bleeding
She stared, clearly scared
Checked her boyfriend's heart for beating
It's not right
The lights get dim
And all she thinks of is him
She cried through the morning
As she read the paper
Her father told police
The boy broke in to rape her
She ran to the bathroom
Enraged and pissed
Grabbed a razor
And tic-tac-toed her wrist
She'd committed a murder
And while she laid there bleeding
She stared, clearly scared
Checked her final pulse for beating
It's not right
The lights get dim
[Instrumental]
Instrumental
I'm still here
Against any logic
There are no gates closed for me
Now I will tell you my story
Of a dream that made me free
People, I address you
Listen to my story
Around the world it shall fly
It's a song of doubts and fears,
Song of love and glory
The sheet is clean
Narrator
Some folks dream of the wonders they'll do
Before their time on this planet is through
Some just don't have anything planned
They hide their hopes and their heads in the sand
Now I don't say who is wrong, who is right
But if by chance you are here for the night
Then all I need is an hour or two
To tell the tale of a dreamer like you
We all dream a lot-- some are lucky, some are not
But if you think it, want it, dream it, then it's real
You are what you feel
But all that I say can be told another way
In the story of a boy whose dream came true
And he could be you
So let's just admit
It's been a beautiful run
We've been to all the places where good love songs were sung
We danced along the riverbanks
And watched the sun set on certain parts of our lives
I would have sold my soul for
A few more days of feeling alive
But time would not let us go on
Forever
And all that remains
Are the pieced we've left behind
The ones, no one would stop to claim
Are the ones that meant the most to me
And I never wanted it to be like this
And it wasn't supposed to be this way
I would have sold my soul for
A few more days of feeling alive
But time will not let us go on
Forever....Yeah
And all that remains
Are the pieces we've left behind
The ones no one would stop to claim
I would have sold my soul for
A few more days of feeling alive
And all that remains
Are the pieces we've left behind
And all that remains are the pieces we've left behind
The ones no one would stop to claim
The ones no one would stop to claim
M
Three friends are made, three lives are laughs and tears
Through years of school and play they share
As time stands still the days change into years
And future comes without a care.
But fate and skill and chances play their part
The wind of change leaves no good-bye
Three boys are men their ways have drawn apart
Tucked in the woods
Near North Chicago
Early November
Commences our saga
Two loved in silence
For fear of corruption
Then fate chimed in
With an evil grin and a mighty interruption
She awoke in a panic
The TV in static
She heard a voice
In the attic
Crouched behind her door
With a Swiss Army knife
She cried in silence
Fearing for her life
Protecting herself
She stabbed the intruder
The lights turned on
Her knife impaled her suitor
She'd committed a murder
While he laid there bleeding
She stared, clearly scared
Checked her boyfriend's heart for beating
It's not right
The lights get dim
And all she thinks of is him
She cried through the morning
As she read the paper
Her father told police
The boy broke in to rape her
She ran to the bathroom
Enraged and pissed
Grabbed a razor
And tic-tac-toed her wrist
She'd committed a murder
And while she laid there bleeding
She stared, clearly scared
Checked her final pulse for beating
It's not right
The lights get dim
[MARK]
We begin on Christmas Eve with me,
Mark, and my roommate, Roger.
We live in an industrial loft on the corner of 11th street and
Avenue B, the top floor of what was once a music publishing factory.
Old rock 'n' roll posters hang on the walls.
They have Roger's picture advertising gigs
at CBGB's and the Pyramid Club. We have an
illegal wood burning stove; its exhaust pipe crawls
up to a skylight.
All of our electrical appliances are plugged into one thick extension
cord which snakes its way out a window. Outside, a small tent city
has sprung up in the lot next to our building.
Inside, we are freezing because we have no heat.
[He turns the camera to ROGER]
Smile!
Tucked in the woods
Near North Chicago
Early November
Commences our saga
Two loved in silence
For fear of corruption
Then fate chimed in
With an evil grin and a mighty interruption
She awoke in a panic
The TV in static
She heard a voice
In the attic
Crouched behind her door
With a Swiss Army knife
She cried in silence
Fearing for her life
Protecting herself
She stabbed the intruder
The lights turned on
Her knife impaled her suitor
She'd committed a murder
While he laid there bleeding
She stared, clearly scared
Checked her boyfriend's heart for beating
It's not right
The lights get dim
And all she thinks of is him
She cried through the morning
As she read the paper
Her father told police
The boy broke in to rape her
She ran to the bathroom
Enraged and pissed
Grabbed a razor
And tic-tac-toed her wrist
She'd committed a murder
And while she laid there bleeding
She stared, clearly scared
Checked her final pulse for beating
It's not right
The lights get dim
[Instrumental]
[SPIDER WOMAN]
Come and find me, hear my song
Let me hold you here where you belong...
Lips are waiting, pain will cease
Calm your anguish
I can bring you peace...
[PRISONERS]
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
[WARDEN]
Prisoner 16115, name Valentin Arrequi Paz.
Age 27, suspect is key to terrorist groups.
Prisoner is currently being interrogated.
We will break him, I assure he will be broken.
We have our ways.
[SPIDER WOMAN]
Sooner or later you're certain to meet
In the bathroom, the parlor or even the street...
[WARDEN]
Prisoner 57884, name Luis Alberto Molina.
Age 37, sexual offender.
Arrested for corrupting a minor: Male! Serving third
year of eight year sentence...
There it was.
The final destiny.
A sunrise that never came,
Still the night lamp that never faded away.
Farewell was the word,
And the afterglow was the brave morning.
Rising and telling everyone
December 24th, 9 pm
Eastern Standard Time
Here on in, I shoot without a script
See if anything comes of it, instead of my old shit
First shot, Roger
Tuning the Fender guitar
He hasn't played in a year
This won't tune
So we hear
He's just coming back
From half a year of withdrawal
Are you talking to me?
Not at all
Are you ready?
Hold that focus, steady
Tell the folks at home what you're doing Roger
I'm writing one great song
The phone rings
Saved!
We screen
There are no lyrics for Prologue, it is instrumental.
Fragments of Leopold Staff's poem
THE STAGE OF PARIS OPERA, 1905
(The contents of the opera house is being auctioned off.
An AUCTIONEER, PORTERS, BIDDERS and RAOUL, seventy now, but still
bright
of eye.
the action commences with a blow from the AUCTIONEER's gavel)
Sold. Your number sir? Thank you.
Lot 663, then, ladies and gentlemen: a poster for this house's
production of
'Hannibal' by Chalumeau.
Showing here.
Do I have ten francs? Five then, Five I am bid. Six, seven. Against
you,
sir, seven. Eight.
Eight once. Selling twice. Sold, to Raoul, Vicomte de Chagny.
Lot 664: a wooden pistol and three human skulls, from the 1831
production of 'Robert le
Diable' by Meyerbeer. Ten francs for this. Ten, thank you. Ten
francs
still. Fifteen, thank
you, sir. Fifteen I am bid. Going at fifteen.
Your number, Sir?
Lot 665, ladies and gentelmen: a papier-mache musical box, in the shape
of a
barrel organ.
Attached, the figure of a monkey in Persian robes, playing the cymbals.
This
item, discovered
in the vaults of the theatre, still in working order.
Showing here. (He sets it in motion)
May I start at twenty francs? Fifteen, then? Fifteen I am bid.
(The bidding continues. RAOUL eventually buys the box for thirty
francs)
Sold, for thirty francs to the Vicomte de Chagny. Thank you sir.
(The box is handed across to RAOUL. He studies it, as attention
focuses
on him for a moment)
A collector's
piece indeed ...
every detail
exactly as she said ...
She often spoke of you, my friend ...
your velvet lining
and your figurine of lead ...
Will you still play, when
all the rest of us are dead ...?
Lot 666, then: a chandelier in pieces. Some of you may recall the
strange
affair of the Phantom
of the Opera: a mystery never fully explained. We are told, ladies and
gentlemen, that this is
the very chandelier which figures in the famous disaster. Our workshops
have
restored it and
fitted up parts of it with wiring for the new electric light, so that
we may
get a hint of what
it may look like when reassembled. Perhaps we may frighten away the
ghost of
so many years ago
with a little illumination, gentlemen?
(The AUCTIONEER switches on the chandelier. There is an enormous
flash,
and the OVERTURE begins.
During the overture the opera house is restored to its earlier
grandeur. The
chandelier, immense
and glittering, rises magically from the stafe, finally hovering high
above
the stalls)
Since ancient times the Eastern coast of the Baltic Sea has been inhabited
by the Latvians, one of the Baltic peoples. The Baltic tribes settled here
about 4000 years ago and had their own mythology and customs based upon
the worship of the natural forces. They were the last pagan tribes in
Europe. In the 13th century the Knights of the Teutonic Order invaded the
country to bring in the Christianity. One by one crusaders subjugated the
free peasant-tribes of the Latgalls, Sels and Kurshi, destroyed their
villages and fortified castles, devastated their fields and tried to turn
native inhabitants into serfs of Christ. Only the tribe of the Semigalls
under the guidance of chief Viestards (and later - Nameisis) still carried
on the fight against the servants of cross. Until finally in 1290 after
several bitter fights they were forced to leave the native land, but they
went away unsubjugated. Many an old castle-hill or an oak which has
weathered the storms and adversities of centuries are the sole witness of
these events, but people tell legends about them - about brave Semigallian
warriors... In memory of those who lost their lifes in these battles we
dedicate the SEMIGALLS' WARCHANT. The brave pagan spirit of those will ive
There was a time when the world was young and no man had ever trodden the face of the earth, whence it happened that Odin, foremost und mightiest of the Æsir dynasty, rode across the vast plains of Æsgaard to feast his very eyes upon his realm.
His gaze fell upon meadows green, vast and dense forests, rivers and streams abundant of fish and mighty whose snow-covered peaks reached far into the endless sky.
After he had ridden for seven days, his gaze fell upon a city stretching far upon the eastern horizon, never before he had seen this city nor had he deemed it's existence to be possible, as the only dynasty supposed of making their home in Æsgaard was the one of the Æsir.
Odin rode closer and took cover behind an ancient oak tree.
He called upon his ravens Hugin and Minin, to be his eyes and ears, and sent them forth to scry upon the miracles which might hide beneath the city walls.
He saw figures of men, looking seemingly alike to his own peaople and he also saw the miracles they were able to work.
One he saw, was using just the powers of his spirit to grow trees in his garden and he saw another using his will to call sparkling water frm the plkain earth to cultivate his fields.
And Odin heard how they spoke to each other.
Thus he became aware of their name. They called themselves "Vanir"
For three days and three nights his ravens stayed in the city of Vanir and for three days and three nights he remained hidden behind the ancient oak tree.
Then, when he decided to have seen and heard enough, he summoned back his messengers and turned away from Vanaheim.
Hastily he rode back towards the sacred halls of Valhalla to give account of his discovery...
So lets just admit
it's been a beautiful run
We've been to all the places where good love songs were sung
We danced along the river banks
and watched the sun set on certain parts of our lives
[chorus]
I would have sold my soul for a few more days of feeling alive
But time would not let us go on forever
And all that remains are the pieces we left behind
The ones no one would stop to claim
All the ones that meant the most to me
And I never wanted it to be like this, my darling
And it wasn't supposed to be this way
[Chorus]
I would have sold my soul for a few more days of feeling alive
But time would not let us go on forever
And all that remains are the pieces we left behind
The ones, the one, no one would stop to claim
All the ones that meant the most to me
Yeah uh (Repeated various ways)
[chorus]
I would have sold my soul for a few more days of feeling alive
And all that remains are the pieces we left behind (x2)
the ones, the one that no one would stop to claim
all the ones that meant so much to me.
Racetrack:
In 1899, the streets of New York echoed with the voices of Newsies.
Peddeling the papers of Joseph Pulitizer,
William Randolph Hearst, and other giants of the newspaper world.
On every corner you heard them carrying the banner.
Bringing you the news for a penny a pape.
Poor orphans and runaways, the newsies were a ragged army, withour a leader.
Tucked in the woods
Near North Chicago
Early November
Commences our saga
Two loved in silence
For fear of corruption
Then fate chimed in
With an evil grin and a mighty interruption
She awoke in a panic
The TV in static
She heard a voice
In the attic
Crouched behind her door
With a Swiss Army knife
She cried in silence
Fearing for her life
Protecting herself
She stabbed the intruder
The lights turned on
Her knife impaled her suitor
She'd committed a murder
While he laid there bleeding
She stared, clearly scared
Checked her boyfriend's heart for beating
It's not right
The lights get dim
And all she thinks of is him
She cried through the morning
As she read the paper
Her father told police
The boy broke in to rape her
She ran to the bathroom
Enraged and pissed
Grabbed a razor
And tic-tac-toed her wrist
She'd committed a murder
And while she laid there bleeding
She stared, clearly scared
Checked her final pulse for beating
It's not right
The lights get dim
And all she thinks of is him
Racetrack:
In 1899, the streets of New York echoed with the voices of Newsies.
Peddeling the papers of Joseph Pulitizer,
William Randolph Hearst, and other giants of the newspaper world.
On every corner you heard them carrying the banner.
Bringing you the news for a penny a pape.
Poor orphans and runaways, the newsies were a ragged army, withour a leader.
Until one day, all that changed.
Love is passion and poison for me
hatred is reason of my anger
against my enemies, my friends,
my country, and also my family
Tell me why do I deserve this?
Don't tell me otherwise..
I need a place to hide and runaway
I don't fear oppression because it sharpens my mind
I've run out of patience, I've run out of time!
I don't wanna live in police state
I hate home alone...
My body may be young
but my soul's been here like 50 years old
[NARRATOR]
Once upon a time
[CINDERELLA]
I wish...
[NARRATOR]
in a far-off kingdom
[CINDERELLA]
More than anything...
[NARRATOR]
lived a fair maiden,
[CINDERELLA]
More than jewels...
[NARRATOR]
a sad young lad
[JACK]
I wish...
[NARRATOR]
and a childless baker
[JACK]
More than life...
[CINDERELLA & BAKER]
I wish...
[NARRATOR]
with his wife.
[JACK]
More than anything...
[CINDERELLA, BAKER & JACK]
More than the moon...
[BAKER'S WIFE]
I wish...
[CINDERELLA]
The King is giving a Festival.
[BAKER & WIFE]
More than life...
[JACK]
I wish...
[CINDERELLA]
I wish to go to the Festival.
[BAKER & WIFE]
More than riches...
[JACK]
I wish my cow would
give us some milk.
[BAKER'S WIFE]
More than anything...
[CINDERELLA]
And the Ball...
[JACK]
Please, pal-
[BAKER]
I wish we had a child.
[BAKER'S WIFE]
I want a child...
[CINDERELLA]
I wish to go to the Festival.
[JACK]
Squeeze, pal...
[JACK]
I wish you'd give us some
milk or even cheese...
I wish...
[BAKER & WIFE]
I wish we might have a child.
I wish...
[CINDERELLA]
I wish...
[STEPMOTHER]
You wish to go to the Festival?
[NARRATOR]
The poor girl's mother had died,
[STEPMOTHER]
You, Cinderella, the Festival?
You wish to go to the Festival?
[FLORINDA]
What, you, Cinderella, the Festival?
The Festival?!
[LUCINDA]
What, you wish to go to the Festival?
[ALL THREE]
The Festival?
The King's Festival?
[NARRATOR]
And her father had taken for his new wife
[STEPMOTHER]
The Festival...
[NARRATOR]
a woman with two daughters of her own.
[FLORINDA]
Look at you nails!
[LUCINDA]
Look at your dress!
[STEPMOTHER]
People would laugh at you-
[CINDERELLA]
Nevertheless,
I still want to go to the Festival
And dance before the Prince.
[STEPMOTHER & STEPSISTERS]
She still wants to go to the Festival
And dance before the Prince?!
[NARRATOR]
All three were beautiful of face, but vile and balck of
heart.
Jack, on the other hand, had no father, and his mother-
[JACK'S MOTHER]
I wish...
[NARRATOR]
Well, she was not quite beautiful-
[JACK'S MOTHER]
I wish my son were not a fool.
I wish my house was not a mess.
I wish the cow was full of milk.
I wish the house was full of gold-
I wish a lot of things...
[BAKER'S WIFE]
Why, come in, little girl.
[LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD]
I wish...
It's not for me,
It's for my Granny in the woods.
A loaf of bread, please-
To bring my poor old hungry
Granny in the woods... Just a loaf of bread, please...
[NARRATOR]
Cinderella's Stepmother had a surprise for her.
[STEPMOTHER]
I have emptied a pot of lentils into the ashes for
you.If you have picked them out again in two hours'
time,you shall go to the ball with us.
[LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD]
And perhaps a sticky bun?...
Or four?...
[CINDERELLA]
Birds in the sky,
Birds in the eaves,
I the leaves,
In the fields,
In the castles and ponds...
[LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD]
And a few of those pies... please...
[CINDERELLA]
Come, little birds,
Down from the eaves
And the leaves,
Over fields,
Out of castles and ponds...
[JACK]
No, squeeze, pal...
[CINDERELLA]
Quick, little birds,
Flick through the ashes.
Pick and peck, but swiftly,
Sift through the ashes,
Into the pot...
[JACK'S MOTHER]
Listen well, son. Milky-White must be taken to market.
[JACK]
But, mother, no- he's the best cow-
[JACK'S MOTHER]
look at her.
There are bugs on her dugs.There are flies in her
eyes.There's a lump on her rumpBig enough to be a hump-
[JACK]
But-
[JACK'S MOTHER]
Son,We've no time to sit and dither,
While her wither's wither with her-
And no one keeps a cow for a friend!
Sometimes I fear your touched.
[LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD]
Into the woods,
It's time to go,
I hate to leave,
I have to, though.
Into the woods-
It's time, and so
I must begin my journey.
Into the woods
And through the trees
To where I am
Expected ma'am,
Into the woods
To Grandmother's house-
Into the woods
To Grandmother's house-
[BAKER'S WIFE]
You're certain of your way?
[LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD]
The way is clear,
The light is good,
I have no fear,
Nor no one should.
The woods are just trees,
The trees are just wood.
I sort of hate to ask it,
But do you have a basket?
Into the woods
And down the dell,
The path is straight,
I know it well.
Into the woods,
And who can tell
What's waiting on the journey?
Into the woods
To bring some bread
To Granny who
Is sick in bed.
Never can tell
What lies ahead.
For all that I know,
She's already dead.
But into the woods,
Into the woods,
Into the woods
To Grandmother's house
And home before dark.
[CINDERELLA]
Fly, birds ,Back to the sky,
Back to the eaves And the leaves
And the fields And the-
[FLORINDA]
Hurry up and do my hair, Cinderella!
Are you really wearing that?
[LUCINDA]
Here, I found a little tear, Cinderella.
Can't you hide it with a hat?
[CINDERELLA]
You look beautiful.
[FLORINDA]
I know.
[LUCINDA]
She means me.
[FLORINDA]
Put ut in a twist.
[LUCINDA]
Who will be there?...
[CINDERELLA]
Mother said be good, Father siad be nice,
That was always their advice. So be nice, Cinderella,
Good, Cinderella, Nice good good nice-
[FLORINDA]
Tighter!
[CINDERELLA]
What's the good of being good If everyone is blind
And you're always left behind? Never mind, Cinderella,
Kind Cinderella- Nice good nice kind good nice-
[FLORINDA]
Not that tight!
[CINDERELLA]
Sorry.
[FLORINDA]
Clod.
[BAKER'S WIFE]
Who minght that be?
[BAKER]
It's the witch from next door.
[NARRATOR]
The old enchantress told the couple she had
placed a spell on their house.
[BAKER]
What spell?
[WITCH]
In the past, when your mother was with child, she
developed
an unusual appetite. SHe took one look at my beautiful
garden
and told your father that what she wanted more than
anything in the world was Greens, greens and nothing
but greens:
Parsley, peppers, cabbages and celery, Asparagus and
watercress and
Fiddleferns and lettuce-!
He said, "All right," But it wasn't, quite,
'Cause I caught him in the autumn In my garden one
night!
He was robbing me, Raping me, Rooting through my
rutabaga,
Raiding my arugula and Ripping up my rampion
(My champion! My favorite!)-
I should have laid a spell on him Right there,
Could have changed him into stone Or a dog or a
chair...
But I let him have the rampion- I'd lots to spare.
In return, however, I said, "Fair is fair:
You can let me have the baby That your wife will bear.
And we'll call it square."
[BAKER]
I had a brother?
[WITCH]
No. But you had a sisiter.
[NARRATOR]
But the witch refused to tell him anymore of his
sister.
Not even that her name was Rapunzel.
[WITCH]
I though I had been more than reasonable.
But how was I to know what your father
had also hidden in his pocket?!
[BAKER]
What?
[WITCH]
Beans.
[BAKER & WIFE]
Beans?
[WITCH]
The special beans. I let him go, I didn't know He'd
stolen my beans!
I was watching him crawl, Back over the wall-! Then
bang! Crash!
And the lightning flash! And- well, that's another
story, Never mind- Anyway, at last
The big day came, And I made my claim. "Oh, don't take
away the baby,"
They shrieked and screeched, But I did, And I hid her
Where she'll never be reached.
And your father cried, And your mother died
When for extra measure- I admit it was a pleasure- I
said, "Sorry, I'm still not mollified."
And I laid little spell on them- You, too, son- That
your family tree Would always be a barren one...
So there's no more fuss And there's no more scenes And
my garden thrives-
You should see my nectarines! But I'm tellling you the
same I tell kings and queens:
Don't ever never ever Mess around with my greens!
Especially the beans.
[JACK'S MOTHER]
Now closely to me, Jack. Lead Milky-White to market and
fetch the best price you can. Are you listening to me?
Jack Jack Jack, Head in a sack,
The house is getting colder, This is not the time for
dreaming.
Chimney stack Starting to crack, The mice are getting
bolder, The floor's gone slack,
Your mother's getting older, Your father's not back,
And you can't just sit here dreaming pretty dreams.
To wish and wait From day to day Will never keep The
wolves away.
So into the woods The time is now. We have to live, I
don't care how.
Into the woods To sell the cow, You must begin the
journey.
Straight to the woods and don't delay- You have to face
The marketplace.
Into the woods to journey's end-
[JACK]
Into the woods to sell a friend-
[NARRATOR]
Meanwhile, the Witch, for purposes of her own,
explained how the Baker might lift the spell;
[WITCH]
You wish to have The curse reversed? I'll need a
certain Potion first.
Go to the woods and bring me back
One: the cow as white as milk,
Two: the cape as red as blood,
Three: the hair as yellow as corn,
Four: the slipper as pure as gold.
Bring me these Before the chime Of midnight, In three
day's time,
And you shall have, I guarantee, A child as perfect As
child can be. Go to the wood!
[BAKER]
Look what I found in father's hunting jacket.
[BAKER'S WIFE]
Six beans. We'll take them with us.
[BAKER]
No! The spell is on my house. Only I can lift the
spell, The spell is on my house.
[BAKER'S WIFE]
No, no, the spell is on our house. We must lift the
spell.
[BAKER]
No. You are not to come and that is final. Now what am
I to return with?
[BAKER'S WIFE]
You don't remember?
The cow as white as milk,
The cape as red as blood,
The hair as yellow as corn,
The slipper as pure as gold-
[BAKER]
The cow as white as milk,
The cape as red as blood,
The hair as yellow as corn,
The slipper as pure as gold...
[NARRATOR]
And so the Baker, reluctantly, set off to meet the
enchantress' demands.
[BAKER]
The cow as white as milk,
The cape as red as blood,
The hair as yellow as corn-
[BAKER]
The slipper as pure as gold...
The cow, the cape,
The slipper as pure as gold-
[BAKER'S WIFE]
The hair-!
[CINDERELLA & BAKER]
Into the woods, It's time to go, It may be all In vain,
you/I know.
Into the woods- But even so, I have to take the
journey.
[CINDERELLA, BAKER & WIFE]
Into the woods, The path is straight, You know it well,
But who can tell-
[BAKER & WIFE]
Into the woods to lift the spell-
[BAKER'S WIFE]
Into the woods to fetch the things-
[BAKER]
To make the potion-
[CINDERELLA, JACK, JACK'S MOTHER, BAKER, WIFE]
Into the woods Without regret, The choice is made, The
task is set.
Into the woods, But not forgetting why I'm on the
journey.
(Little Red Riding hood Joins)
Into the woods to get my wish, I don't care how, The
time is now.
[JACK'S MOTHER]
Into the woods to sell the cow-
[JACK]
Into the woods to get the money-
[BAKER'S WIFE]
Into the woods to lift the spell-
[BAKER]
To make the potion-
[LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD]
Into the woods to Grandmother's house...
Into the woods to Grandmother's house...
[ALL]
The way is clear, The light is good, I have no fear,
No no one should. The woods are just trees, The trees
are just wood.
No need to be afraid there-
[CINDERELLA & BAKER]
There's something in the glade there...
[ALL]
Into the woods, Without delay, But careful not
To lose the way. Into the woods, Who knows what may Be
lurking on the journey?
Into the woods To get the thing That makes it worth The
journeying. into the woods
[BAKER & WIFE]
To make the potion-
[ALL]
To see- To sell- To get- To bring- To make- To lift- To
go to the Festival-!
Into the woods! Into the woods! Into the woods, Then
Some folks dream of the wonders they'll do
Before their time on this planet is through
Some just don't have anything planned
They hide their hopes and their heads in the sand
Now I don't say who is wrong, who is right
But if by chance you are here for the night
Then all I need is an hour or two
To tell the tale of a dreamer like you
We all dream a lot, some are lucky, some are not
But if you think it, want it, dream it
Then it's real you are what you feel
But all that I say, can be told another way
In the story of a boy who's dream came true
The gods of the right-hand path have bickered and quarreled for an entire age of earth. Each of these deities and their respective priests and ministers have attempted to find wisdom in their own lies. The ice age of religious thought can last but a limited time in this great scheme of human existence. The gods of wisdom-defiled have had their saga, and their millennium hath become as reality. Each, with his own "divine" path to paradise, bath accused the other of heresies and spiritual indiscretions. The Ring of the Nibelungen doth carry an ever-lasting curse, but only because those who seek it think in terms of "Good" and "Evil"-themselves being at all times "Good." The gods of the past have become as their own devils in order to live. Feebly, their ministers play the devil's game to fill their tabernacles and pay the mortgages on their temples. Alas, too long have they studied "righteousness," and poor and incom¬petent devils they make. So they all join hands in "brotherly" unity, and in their desperation go to Valhalla for their last great ecumenical council. "Draweth near in the gloom the twilight of the gods." The ravens of night have flown forth to summon Loki, who hath set Valhalla aflame with the searing trident of the Inferno. The twilight is done. A glow of new light is borne Out of the night and Lucifer is risen, once more to proclaim:
"This is the age of Satan! Satan Rules the Earth!" The gods of the unjust are dead. This is the morning of magic, and un¬defiled wisdom. The FLESH prevaileth and a great Church shall be builded, consecrated in its name. No longer shall man's
salvation be dependent on his self-denial. And it will be known that the world of the flesh and the living shall be the greatest preparation for any and all eternal delights!
REGIE SATANAS!
AVE SATANAS!
The Neighborhood - The months before
(The opening, half danced half mimed, is a
condensationof the growing rivalry between
two teenage gangs.
The Sharks are Puerto Ricans,
the Jets an anthology of whatis called 'American'.
The Jets want to hold on to their territory
Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd.
His skin was pale and his eye was odd.
He shaved the faces of gentlemen
who never thereafter were heard of again.
He trod a path that few have trod
did Sweeney Todd
the demon barber of fleet street.
He kept a shop in London town.
Of fancy clients and good renown
and what if none of their souls were saved
they went to their maker impecably shaved.
By Sweeney,
by Sweeney Todd
the demon barber of fleet street.
Company
Swing your razor wide!
Sweeney, hold it to the skies.
Freely flows the blood of those who moralize.
His needswere few, his room was bare.
A lavabo and a fancy chair.
A mug of suds, and a leather strop,
an apron, a towel, a pail, and a mop.
For neatness he deserves a nod,
does Sweeney Todd,
the demon barber of Fleet Street.
Inconspicuous Sweeney was,
quick, and quiet and clean he was.
Back of his smile, under his word,
Sweeney heard music that nobody heard.
Sweeney pondered and Sweeney planned,
like a perfect machine he planned,
Sweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle,
Sweeney would blink, and rats would scuttle
Sweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle
Sweeney would blink, and rats would scuttle
Sweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle,
Sweeney would blink, and rats would scuttle
Sweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle,
Sweeney would blink, and rats would scuttle
Sweeney! Sweeney! Sweeney! Sweeney!
Sweeney!
Sweeney Todd
Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd!
Company
Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd!
Sweeney Todd
He served a dark and avengeful God!
Company
He served a dark and avengeful God!
Sweeney Todd
What happened then, well that's the play,
and he wouldn't want us to give it away...
Company
Not Sweeney
Not Sweeney Todd
The demon barber of Fleet...
In perfect orbit they have circled
As the light of many worlds falls softly on their skin
And days here pass like minutes
One moment of brilliant daylight will shift into the next
A flash of dark behind some distant lost moon
And then it is over like the pause before waking
Sleep is replaced by light and life and hope
It is the light of one faraway sun that has beckoned them to leave
And the hope of home that has lifted them from slumber
They promised us a safer world, a world without fear
No more threat from terrorism or random violence
Trading liberty for security
We sleepwalked into a surveillance society
Where personal identity is subject to state control
And privacy a privilege of the past
Our nation is under a new management
Where no step goes unnoticed
Every word is on file
And our little comforts are spying on us
We no longer live in a free country
The time has come to fight back
Allow me to be frank at the commencement
You will not like me
The gentlemen will be envious and the ladies will be repelled
You will not like me now and you will like me a good deal
less as we go on
Ladies, an announcement
I am up for it
All the time
That is not a boast or an opinion
It is bone hard medical fact
I put it round you know
And you will watch me putting it round and sigh for it
Don't
It is a deal of trouble for you and you are better off
watching and drawing your conclusions from a distance
than you would be if I
got my tarse up you petticoats
Gentlemen do not dispare
I am up for that aswell
And the same warning applies
Still your cheesy erections till I've had my say, but later
when you shag and later you will shag
I shall expect it of you and I will know if you have let me down
I wish you to shag with my homuncular image rattleing in your gonads
Feel how it was for me, how it is for me
And ponder
Was that shudder that same shudder he sensed?
Did he know something more profound?
Or is there some wall of wretchedness that we all batter
with our heads at the shining live long moment?
That is it
That is my prologue
Nothin in rhyme
No protestations of modesty
You were not expecting that I hope
I am William Control
