House of Fallen Women
Lyrics
​​Music, Book, and Lyrics by Natalie Rebecca Lovejoy
"The Way the Story Goes" (Eve's Song)
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I WANTED IT –
DIDN’T CARE ABOUT THE CONSEQUENCE.
LOOKED SO DAMN GOOD
THAT I TOSSED ASIDE MY COMMON SENSE.
I NEEDED IT –
STRONGEST IMPULSE THAT I EVER HAD.
FELT SO NATURAL
‘CAUSE IT’S IN MY NATURE TO BE BAD.
IT WAS CRISP AND SWEET AND DRIBBLED DOWN MY CHIN,
I SQUEALED IN DELIGHT AND REVELED IN THE SIN,
AND THE WORLD WOULD NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN.
NO ONE ASKED, SO NO ONE KNOWS.
NOW IT’S JUST THE WAY THE STORY GOES.
IT’S AN EXPOSÉ THAT REALLY FLOWS,
SO IT’S THE WAY THE STORY GOES AND GOES.
But you’re too smart to believe hearsay.
LETS GET BACK TO FACTS:
I WAS JUST THERE CHILLIN’ WHEN THIS SNAKE
TOLD ME ‘BOUT THIS TREE
AND HOW I’M ‘BOUT TO MAKE A BIG MISTAKE
IF I FLAKE ON MAKIN’ DINNER
FROM WHAT’S HANGIN’ ON IT’S VINE.
GOD SAID IT WAS TOXIC, BUT HE WAS LYIN’.
NO, INSTEAD, I’D BE LIKE GOD,
WITH ALL THE POWER TO DISCERN
BAD FROM GOOD, WANT FROM SHOULD, SALVE FROM BURN.
AND I THOUGHT THAT’S PROB’BLY SOMETHIN’ I SHOULD LEARN.
THEN SUDDENLY I’M NAKED HEAD TO TOES,
AND ALL HUMANITY IS PAYIN’ THROUGH THE NOSE.
FLAMINE, PLAUGES, AND ENDLESS WOES,
THERE’S NO REPRIEVE AND NO REPOSE.
YOU CAN’T DENY ALL THE DATA SHOWS
I’M THE ONE TO BLAME FOR HOW THE STORY GOES.
HEAVEN’S LOST ‘CAUSE OF WHAT I CHOSE,
BUT ONLY HEAVEN KNOWS HOW IT REALLY GOES.
I’D LIKE TO GIVE YOU MY PERSONAL INTERPRETATION
BUT I COULDN’T POSSIBLY DO IT JUSTICE
IN A ONE-VERSE SUMMATION
‘CAUSE AFTER I DIED IT ALL REALLY BEGAN:
THE REAL TEMPTATION, REAL DAMNATION,
THE REAL RISE AND FALL AND REVELATION.
I thought I’d died, but then all of the sudden, I opened my eyes and saw these beams of light shooting out of me as if I was a prism with a thousand faces. And I felt myself split into thousands of different particles and enter thousands of different physical forms, all separate, yet all the same; all happening at different times, yet all happening at once, like grooves on a record. Just go with it....
And I thought, “Oh, no! Not again!” Like Sisyphus, I was doomed to live the same fate over and over with no end in sight. This isn’t fair! Why do I keep getting punished, and how do I get it to stop?
IT’S THE SAME OLD LIFE IN DIFFERENT CLOTHES,
A FAMILIAR PLOT WITH DIFFERENT PROSE.
SOMEONE PAYS AND SOMEONE OWES,
ISN’T THAT THE WAY IT ALWAYS GOES?
LOVER LEAVES AND RUMOR GROWS,
BUT NO ONE EVER ASKS, SO NO ONE EVER KNOWS.
RECORD HIGHS MEET RECORD LOWS
ALL BECAUSE I COULDN'T HOLD A POSE.
CENTURIES START AND CENTURIES CLOSE,
BUT IT NEVER ENDS, AND IT NEVER SLOWS.
THERE'S NO REPRIEVE AND NO REPOSE,
AND NOW HEAVEN'S LOST FROM WHAT I CHOSE,
AND CHOSE AND CHOSE AND CHOSE....
BUT I THINK IT’S TIME
THAT EVERYBODY KNOWS.
I THINK YOU’RE READY NOW,
SO HERE IT GOES...​​
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"Original Life" (Zelda Fitzgerald's Song)
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A VERY GOOD GIRL IN A VERY GOOD HOUSE
ON A VERY GOOD STREET
WEDS A VERY GOOD BOY WITH A VERY GOOD NAME,
THEN RINSE AND REPEAT.
LIKE A GAME ALREADY PLAYED,
GOING 'ROUND AND 'ROUND THE BOARD,
'ROUND THE BOARD TO NO REWARD.
AND I'M ALREADY BORED...
I'D RATHER FLY DOWN THAT GOOD STREET
IN RICKETY ROLLER SKATES, HITCHED TO A FORD,
TRY NOT TO GET CAUGHT WITH A KISSABLE BOY
WHOSE NAME I FORGOT.
I KNOW LADIES DON'T KISS BOYS,
OR PUT THEMSELVES ON VIEW,
BUT THE THINGS THAT NO ONE DOES
ARE EXACTLY WHAT I WANNA DO!
I'M SO FULL OF FIRE
THAT I COULD BURST,
IT'S LIKE THE WHOLE WORLD'S CHAMPAGNE,
AND I'M DYING OF THIRST.
IF I CAN'T BE GOOD,
I MIGHT AS WELL BE FIRST.
I'M ON THE EDGE OF A TRULY ORIGINAL LIFE.
I'LL BE A BALLERINA AND A NOVELIST AND MOVIE STARLET
ROLLED INTO ONE.
KEEP THE PRESSES GUESSING 'CAUSE I'M ALWAYS
THINKING, SPEAKING, DRESSING
LIKE THEY'VE NEVER SEEN DONE.
I'M ON A PATH THAT BENDS,
AND IF THEY ASK ME HOW IT ENDS,
WELL...THAT ALL DEPENDS!
THEY SAY THAT IT'S A PHASE;
I'LL CHANGE MY WAYS JUST LIKE MOTHER DID
WHEN SHE WAS MY AGE.
BEFORE SHE MET MY DAD SHE HAD THE ACTING BUG BAD
AND NEARLY WENT ON THE STAGE.
SHE GAVE IT UP – NOW SAYS SHE'S HAPPY AS CAN BE.
BUT SHE DOESN'T SEEM THAT HAPPY TO ME...
I SEE A SEA OF ME'S BELOW.
WHICH WILL I BE? THERE'S NO WAY TO KNOW.
ALL I KNOW IS IT'S SURE TO BE A DAMN GOOD SHOW
OUT ON THE STAGE OF MY DAZZLING, ORIGINAL LIFE,
A ONE-FOR-THE-UNWRITTEN-BOOKS KIND, ORIGINAL LIFE.
OF COURSE I HAVEN'T WORKED OUT THE DETAILS.
I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I AM THE WAY I AM.
I JUST WANNA BE YOUNG,
AND I WANNA BE RASH,
WANNA DANCE ON THE MOON
AND COME DOWN IN A CRASH
SO WHEN I DIE THEY'LL SAY
“HER LIFE WAS LIVED ALL THE WAY TO THE BONE –
AND WAS ALL HER OWN.”
I'LL FIND A WAY TO TASTE IT ALL,
LIKE RAPUNZEL ESCAPING DOWN THE TOWER WALL.
LIKE ALICE CHOOSING TO BE BIG OR SMALL,
I'M ON THE EDGE OF A SPRAWLING ORIGINAL LIFE,
A COMPLETELY UNKNOWABLE, ALL-IN, ORIGINAL LIFE,
A FEEL-EVERYTHING-TO-THE-MARROW, ORIGINAL LIFE.
A JUST-TRY-AND-STOP-ME-I-DARE-YOU, ORIGINAL LIFE.
"Only For A While" (Colette's Song)
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I KNOW HOW THIS LOOKS...
MY HUSBAND LOCKS ME IN A ROOM TO WRITE HIS BOOKS,
BUT I REALLY DON'T MIND AT ALL.
EVERY WRITER NEEDS A PEN,
AND FOR THE NEXT FEW HOURS,
LIFE BEGINS AGAIN.
THE ENTRY CLOSES - I'M SAFE BEHIND
WITH BOUNDLESS TIME TO TOUR THE WORLD INSIDE MY MIND,
A SMALL SALVATION IN EVERY WORD THAT I FIND,
AND I'M DREAMING,
IF ONLY FOR A WHILE.
THEN MORE WORDS BLOSSUM, JUST LIKE A TREE,
WORDS TO SING HOW GOLD THE SUN, HOW BLUE THE SEA.
THEY COME IN RIPPLES WHEN I'M MOST LONELY AND FREE,
AND I'M SOARING,
IF ONLY FOR A WHILE.
A MARRIED GIRL
IS RESTLESS STILL.
SHE HAS AN ACHE
NO LOVE CAN FILL.
WHO NEEDS TO LEAVE THIS LITTLE CHAIR
TO KNOW ABOUT THE WORLD OUT THERE?
I DON'T NEED PARTIES OR WORLD ACCLAIM.
I DON'T NEED COVERS FAR AND WIDE TO BEAR MY NAME.
I FORM THEIR CONTENTS, AND SO THE REST'S ALL THE SAME.
I'M SOMEONE,
IF ONLY FOR AWHILE.
(Writing)
“Definitely, there is something wrong with our married life. Renaud knows nothing about it yet...To him pleasure is something lenient and facile, whereas it plunges me into a mysterious despair that I seek and also fear...I hoped so ardently that Renaud’s will would curb mine, that his tenacity would eventually overcome my fits of rebellion...Are you to remain your own mistress forever, Claudine?”
HAVE YOU READ
THE LATEST YET -
DUMAS, FLAUBERT,
MOLIERE, COLETTE?
WHO NEEDS TO SAIL THE SEVEN SEAS
TO DREAM UP FAIRY TALES LIKE THESE?
HE WILL RETURN SOON, UNLOCK THE DOOR,
AND I'LL RETURN TO LIVE THE LIFE I HAD BEFORE
WHERE PEOPLE SEE ME AND NEVER GUESS THAT THERE'S MORE,
BUT I'LL BE QUIET,
I'LL BE CAREFUL,
I'LL BE CONTAINED,
IF ONLY FOR A WHILE
"Don't Talk, Evelyn" (Evelyn Nesbit's Song)
I'M SITTING FOR THIS ARTIST.
HE WANTS THE SAME OLD POSE.
I SAY, “WHAT IF WE TRY THIS WAY?
I'VE SEEN THIS MAGAZINE – “ BUT HE GOES:
“DON'T TALK, EVELYN.”
“DON'T TALK, EVELYN.”
JUST LIKE WHEN FATHER DIED
AND MEN CAME BY TO TAKE MY BOOKS.
I SCREAMED, “HOW CAN THEY TAKE WHAT'S MINE?
JUST 'TELL THEM NO,' OR BETTER, WRITE A – “
“DON'T TALK, EVELYN.”
BUT I'VE SO VERY MUCH TO SAY.
IT TAKES A LOT TO KEEP IT IN.
I'M DOING HANDSTANDS IN MY BRAIN,
BUT ALL IT'S EVER BEEN
IS “DON'T TALK, EVELYN.”
I FINALLY GOT ON BROADWAY,
EXCEPT I ONLY GOT A SHOT
'CAUSE MOTHER TOLD THEM
THAT I'M EIGHTEEN WHEN I'M NOT...
Instruments: “Don’t Talk, Evelyn. Don’t Talk, Evelyn.”
I'M ASKED ON LOTS OF DATES NOW;
I'M MOSTLY NOT IMPRESSED.
OF ALL THE THINGS TO TALK ABOUT
THEY SEEM TO LIKE THEMSELVES THE BEST.
“Don’t Talk, Evelyn.”
THINK ALL YOU WANT TO, JUST DON'T TELL.
WORDS HAVE BEEN KNOWN TO CAST A SPELL.
HELEN OF TROY SPOKE TO THE WRONG BOY,
AND, LIKE, A WHOLE EMPIRE FELL.
BUT KEEPING QUIET'S WORKING WELL.
DOORS ARE OPENING LEFT AND RIGHT:
BETTER ROLES AND MORE PUBLICITY
IN EVERY PAPER IN THE CITY,
AND IT'S MOSTLY THANKS TO MISTER STANFORD WHITE.
IMAGINE BEING NUMBER ONE TO NEW YORK'S KING,
AND YOU NEVER HAD TO SAY A THING?
IN MY DREAMS, I'M A QUEEN RENOWNED
FOR HER PROFOUND EXPOUNDING.
CROWDS COME 'ROUND THE WORLD TO DEVOUR
MY THOUGHTS ON TRUTH AND TRUST AND POWER.
“TELL US, EVELYN!” I HEAR THEM CRY.
“SAY MORE, EVELYN!” SO I COMPLY,
AND SPEAK TIL I'M SPENT,
AND THEY'RE SENT ON THEIR WAY.
IT COULD HAPPEN, MAYBE,
ONE DAY...
NOW I'M AT STANNY'S PARTY
EXPECTING HALF THE TOWN,
BUT WHEN I GET THERE HE'S ALONE,
SAYS ALL THE OTHERS TURNED HIM DOWN.
“Don’t Talk, Evelyn. Don’t Talk, Evelyn.”
MY MOTHER SAID TO MIND HIM,
AND LOOK HOW MUCH HE'S SPENT
ON FOOD AND GAMES AND NOT TO MENTION
ALL MY CLOTHES AND ALL OUR RENT...
“Don’t Talk, Evelyn.”
I MEAN, HE’S KIND OF LIKE A DAD.
HE TALKS – THIS TIME I DON'T COMPLAIN.
BESIDES, MY MOUTH IS FULL OF TREATS.
HE BOUGHT MY FAVORITE SWEETS –
HE EVEN LETS ME HAVE CHAMPAGNE.
AND THEN HE LETS ME HAVE ANOTHER DRINK.
BUT I DON'T LIKE THIS ONE SO MUCH, I THINK.
HE SAYS I'M TO DRINK IT ALL.
SO I DO, AND MY HEAD BEGINS TO POUND
AND ALL THE WALLS SPIN 'ROUND.
I'M UP AND DOWN AND DOWN.
TIL I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE.
ALL MY PARTS ARE OUT OF WHACK.
I'M ALMOST TO THE DOOR,
WHEN EVERYTHING GOES BLACK.
AND THEN I WAKE UP,
AND MY CLOTHES ARE ON THE FLOOR,
AND IT'S ALL COMING BACK...
IF MA FINDS OUT, SHE'LL BE SO MAD
THAT WAS THE ONLY CURRENCY WE HAD.
AND NOW HE'S SITTING ON THE BED
HIS WORDS KEEPS RINGING IN MY HEAD:
“MY DEAR, I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY.
MOST GIRLS JUST DON'T REACT THIS WAY.
YOU MUSN'T FIXATE ON THE PAST;
AND NOW ACCEPT THE TRUTH AT LAST:
WE ALL ARE EVIL, THROUGH AND THROUGH.
OH, YES, MY DEAR, INCLUDING YOU.”
I FEEL HIS HAND UPON MY SKIN.
HE'LL STOP BY LATER TO CHECK IN.
HE GOES TO LEAVE, I SEE HIM GRIN,
“WE UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER THEN?”
AND THEN I HEAR IT ONCE AGAIN:
“DON'T TALK, EVELYN.”
"Patient A" (Louise Augustine Gleizes's Song)
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I CAN MOVE IF I WANT TO,
I JUST DON’T WANT TO...
I CAN MOVE IF I WANT TO,
I JUST DON’T WANT TO...
Hello? Who’s there?...Don’t come any closer!
I CAN MOVE IF I WANT TO...
M? Is it you? I can't breathe, I can't -
I CAN MOVE IF I WANT TO,
I JUST DON’T WANT TO.
ONE-TWO-THREE-FOUR
DID HE REALLY MEAN IT, OR...
FOUR-THREE-TWO-ONE -
WHAT HAVE A DONE?
Why don’t you integrate yourself?...Now It’s getting interesting!
YOU CAN LEARN IF YOU WANT TO,
BUT YOU DON’T LEARN - IT’S SO SAD!
The assumption was the you were a great prize package.
SAD! BAD! MAD! HAD!
SHUT UP! SHUT UP!
INSATIABLE...
You could stand to loosen up a bit!
FIVE-SIX-SEVEN-EIGHT
YOU NEED TO DO BETTER.
YOU NEED TO WAIT.
EIGHT-SEVEN-SIX-FIVE
YOU NEED TO STAY.
MOST GIRLS JUST DON’T REACT THIS WAY.
YOU’RE NOT TRAPPED IN THIS ROOM,
YOU’RE NOT TIED TO THIS BED.
IT’S ALL IN YOUR HEAD, DEAR,
YOUR PRETTY LITTLE HEAD.
YOU CAN LEAVE IF YOU WANT TO,
YOU JUST DON’T...
Just close your eyes and endure...I can’t live in this kind of world!
I’D RATHER BE DEAD,
I’D RATHER BE DEAD,
I’D RATHER BE DEAD.
JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES...
Augustine begins to drift off to sleep, but is slowly awakened by a faint, piercing ringing in her ear, followed by high-pitched strings. She sits up calmly, and the leather straps fall away easily. She looks around and sees glowing orbs and twinkling stars. With childlike wonder, she gets out of bed, trying to catch them like fireflies. She smiles and twirls to the music in pure ecstasy, then lies on the floor, still immersed in the sound. She seems ready to sleep again, and then—
A VOICE
(whispered and drawn out)
Go!
(Augustine sheiks).
AUGUSTINE
(panicked)
Who’s there?
I CAN MOVE...
Hello? Is anybody there? Let me out!
"Mrs. Force Astor Dick" (Madeleine Astor's Song)
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Your honor, I’m here to file for divorce from my husband, Enzo Fiermonte, on the grounds of extreme cruelty. I know you’ve read the papers, and I know what you’re going to say: “A man half your age leaving you for a younger woman does not qualify as ‘extreme cruelty,’ Mrs. Fiermonte.” Oh, and that’s another...I wish to petition to change my name.
“MADELEINE FORCE ASTOR DICK”
I KNOW THAT IT'S A LITTLE LONG,
BUT MAKE IT WORK, AND MAKE IT QUICK,
AND THEN WE'LL GET TO WHAT WENT WRONG.
“MRS. FORCE ASTOR DICK”
STILL NOT AS LONG AS IT COULD BE.
I TRIED, BUT JUST I COULDN'T PICK -
EACH ONE IS A PART OF ME.
“FORCE” WAS FATHER, STRONG AND BOLD,
AND I UNTIL EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD,
WHEN ALL THAT MATTERED WAS CLIMBING THE LADDER
OF HIGH SOCIETY.
GROOMED AND GOVERNED ALL MY LIFE
TO ONE DAY BE A RICH MAN'S WIFE,
AND WHILE I'M STILL YOUNG TO REACH THE TOP RUNG,
BUT FORGET ABOUT VARIETY.
“MRS. FORCE ASTOR DICK”
IS READY FOR HER NEW DEBUT.
WHICH BOX DO I HAVE TO TICK?
WE'VE BOTH GOT OTHER THINGS TO DO.
“MRS. FORCE ASTOR DICK”
KINDA TAKES MY BREATH AWAY.
HE SAID I COULDN'T CHERRY PICK,
HE SAID HE'D HAVE THE FINAL SAY.
NOW I HAD SUITORS, YES I DID,
LIKE BILL DICK SINCE I WAS A KID,
BUT COLONEL ASTOR MOVED A LOT FASTER.
SUCH FIRE WHEN WE KISSED!
HE WAS OLD ENOUGH TO BE MY DAD,
BUT THE PAPERS MADE IT SOUND SO BAD!
SO JUST AS I'D BEGUN, I WAS FLUNG OFF THE RUNG,
AND ‘THE LIST’ - AND NOW I DON'T EXIST.
You know, the Social Register? It's this little semi-annual publication where they write your name if you're a somebody...a somebody who is not about to marry a divorced man more than twice her age. If you're not in there, you might as well be dead!
“MRS. FORCE ASTOR DICK,”
NO, “FORCE” ALONE WOULD NEVER DO.
“MRS. FORCE ASTOR DICK”
YOU SEE, I'VE DONE A THING OR TWO.
“MRS. FORCE ASTOR DICK”
THEY SAY A LADY JUST HAS ONE,
BUT I HAVE BUILT THIS BRICK BY BRICK,
AND ONLY I KNOW WHEN IT'S DONE.
But it didn't matter - I was the new “Mrs. Astor”! We went on a European honeymoon to escape the press and came back on a little ship called the Titanic. Maybe you've heard of it? You’ve also probably heard that there was no room for him on the lifeboat. I came home a pregnant widow to a five million dollar trust, mine so long I remained the new “Mrs. Astor” ‘til my dying day. Except I wasn’t ready to be dead!
SO I WED WILLY DICK –
OH, GOD, THAT NAME...
LOTS OF WARMTH,
BUT NOT MUCH FLAME,
BUT NOW I'M BACK ON THE LIST
AND BACK IN THE GAME
WHERE THEY'RE COLD, THEN THEY'RE HOT,
YOU'RE GOLD, THEN YOU'RE LEAD.
DO WHAT YOU'RE TOLD,
OR IT'S OFF WITH YOUR HEAD.
AND NOW I'M FORTY YEARS OLD,
AND STILL NOT READY TO BE DEAD.
Enter: Enzo! He was a dark and handsome Italian prize-fighter whom my husband had hired to teach boxing to our sons. Pause for irony. Enzo and I went to Reno for my divorce. After we were married, he turned to me and said,
“Darling, what are we going to do about your name?” You see, the papers liked referring to me as “Mrs. Force Astor Dick Fiermonte,” which drove him mad. He thought they were mocking him. He insisted the I should only be “Mrs. Fiermonte.” I agreed.
MADELEINE FORCE,
MADELEINE ASTOR,
MADELEINE DICK,
MADELEINE FIERMONTE -
WILL THE REAL MADELEINE PLEASE ARISE?
MADELEINE FORCE,
MADELEINE ASTOR,
MADELEINE DICK,
MADELEINE FIERMONTE -
HOW CAN ALL OF THEM BE ME,
YET NOT A SINGLE ONE APPLIES?
The Social Register didn't like all of those names either, and, once again, there was no room for someone like me on The List. I was removed. Who needs them telling me what to do? I had Enzo!
ENZO - HOW HE LOVED ME SO,
UNTIL I STARTED SAYING “NO.”
NOW HE'S ONLY PLEASANT WHEN OTHERS ARE PRESENT.
STILL, I DON'T WANNA SEE.
NOW HE'S STARTED THROWING STONES.
HE BREAKS MY HEART, THEN BREAKS MY BONES.
HE GRABS MY HAIR AND CALLS ME A WHORE,
SAYS IT'S ALL MY FAULT, AND UNLESS I WANT MORE
I SHOULD BEG ON MY KNEES, OR HE'S OUT THE DOOR -
SO WHAT'S IT GONNA BE?
AND I SAID...
“'MRS. FORCE ASTOR DICK' -
THAT'S IS HOW I WILL BE KNOWN.
YOUR NAME ALWAYS MADE ME SICK,
AND NOW WILL DIE WITH YOU ALONE.
'MRS. FORCE ASTOR DICK' -
THAT'S THE NAME THAT THEY'LL RECALL.
'MRS. FORCE ASTOR DICK' -
IT'S LIKE YOU NEVER WERE AT ALL.”
“MRS. FORCE ASTOR DICK”
NO FORCE ON EARTH COULD MAKE ME STAY.
THEY'LL BALK, BUT I DON'T GIVE A LICK -
THEY NEVER LIKED ME ANYWAY.
FORCE – ASTOR – DICK
WRITE IT ON MY TOMB:
“MADELEINE FORCE ASTOR DICK” -
YOU BETTER NOT RUN OUT OF ROOM.
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"Untied Boat" (Yu Xuanji's Song)
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AN UNTIED BOAT DRIFTS OUT TO SEA
THROUGH SLANTING STREAKS OF DAWN.
THE HARBORMASTER WAS TO SECURE THE KNOT,
BUT, DRUNK ON BITTER WINE, HE FORGOT.
NOW AWAKE, RUNS TO MAKE RIGHT HIS MISTAKE,
BUT THE BOAT'S ALREADY GONE.
HE WRINGS HIS HANDS AND LAMENTS HIS LUCK.
WHAT WILL THE OWNER SAY?
COULD IT BE RETRIEVED? IT'S NOT SO FAR YET,
BUT THEN HIS HAIR AND NEW COAT WOULD GET WET.
SO HE JUST SQUINTS INTO THE GROWING LIGHT OF DAY
AS THE BOAT DRIFTS FURTHER AWAY.
NOW THE FISHERMEN ARE RETURNING
TO BEGIN THEIR DAILY EARNING.
THEY FIND THE UNMANNED BOAT CONCERNING.
IN TURN, EACH STARES,
RELIEVED IT ISN'T THEIRS.
THE OWNER ARRIVES AND SEES THE EMPTY SPOT
WHERE HIS BOAT SHOULD ABIDE.
THE HARBORMASTER ISN'T SURE WHAT OCCURED,
BUT HE'LL SEND OUT A CREW, JUST SAY THE WORD,
THOUGH THE WIND IS STRONG AND THERE'S A SHIFTING TIDE
SO THERE'S NOT MUCH TIME LEFT TO DECIDE.
THE OWNER THINKS ABOUT THE DAY HE BOUGHT IT,
AND HOW HE THOUGHT THE PRICE WAS MUCH TOO HIGH,
BUT THE SELLER SAID IT WAS ONE OF A KIND.
AT FIRST HE LIKED THE ATTENTION.
HAVING SUCH A SPECIAL VESSEL MADE HIM SPECIAL, TOO,
UNTIL HE SAW HOW HIS PRIDE HAD MADE HIM BLIND.
IT'S HULL WAS TOO SLIGHT, IT'S BOARDS TOO LOOSE,
IT PULLED TO THE RIGHT, AND WOULDN'T PRODUCE,
AS IF IT'S MAKER HAD MADE IT WITHOUT A USE IN MIND.
SO AS THE OTHERS DOCKED WITH THEIR NETS FULL OF FISH,
EMPTY HANDED, HE ROCKED IN HIS UNFULFILLED WISH.
AND NOW THE OWNER WONDERS WHAT HE’LL DO.
THE WIND IS STRONGER NOW AND THE CURRENT, TOO.
IT'S A TASK HE DOES NOT FEEL LIKE BRAVING,
SAYING, “THIS ONE’S NOT WORTH SAVING.
LOVE’S A REWARD FOR BEHAVING.
LET IT GO, SO THE OTHERS WILL KNOW.”
AND WITH THE OLD ONE NOW NO MORE THAN A SPECK AGAINST THE SKY,
HE LEAVES TO FIND ANOTHER BOAT TO BUY.
AN UNTIED BOAT DRIFTS OUT AND OUT,
NO PIER IN SIGHT FOR REST.
WILL IT FIND ANOTHER SHORE?
OR BE SWALLOWED BY THE SEA?
OR BOB AND WEAVE FOR ALL ETERNITY?
IF YOU'VE EVER KNOWN AN UNTIED BOAT,
YOU MAY HAVE ALREADY GUESSED.
AND IF MY STORY MAKE NO SENSE TO YOU,
IT'S PROBABLY FOR THE BEST.
IF MY STORY MAKE NO SENSE TO YOU,
IT'S PROBABLY FOR THE BEST.
"Nirvana Is Here" (Draupadi's Song)
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NIRVANA IS HERE;
YOU DON'T HAVE TO WAIT.
TELL 'EM IT'S YOUR KARMA,
AND YOU DON'T SAY “NO” TO FATE.
BLAME IT ON YOUR MAMA;
SHE GAVE IT HER OKAY.
THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO –
AND THERE'S NOTHING THEY CAN SAY...
IN MY LAST LIFE, I WAS HOT STUFF,
JUST COULND'T GET ENOUGH
OF MEN AND PLEASURE.
SO THIS LIFE,
THOUGH I WAS SO VERY GOOD,
AND PRAYED JUST AS I SHOULD
FOR ONLY ONE TO TREASURE,
THE GODS COULD NOT IGNORE
THAT ONE WAS NOT ENOUGH BEFORE.
SO TO SETTLE UP THE SCORE,
I GOT ONE...PLUS ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR....
NIRVANA IS HERE;
YOU DON'T HAVE TO WAIT.
TELL 'EM IT'S YOUR KARMA,
AND YOU DON'T SAY “NO” TO FATE.
BLAME IT ON YOUR MAMA;
SHE GAVE IT HER OKAY.
THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO –
AND THERE'S NOTHING THEY CAN SAY.
ONE HOLDS ME, WHILE ONE MAKES MY TEA,
ANOTHER ENGAGES ME
IN STIMULATING CONVERSATION.
ONE MAKES ME LAUGH,
AND ONE IS JUST HOT.
BUT THEY ALL LOVE ME A LOT
AND SHOW IT IN ROTATION.
OF COURSE, THEY LIKE ME PURE,
SO IN BETWEEN EACH ONE I'M SURE
TO WALK THROUGH SOME FIRE, THEN
I AM BORN AGAIN!
(AND AGAIN, AND AGAIN...)
NIRVANA IS HERE;
YOU DON'T HAVE TO WAIT.
TELL 'EM IT'S YOUR KARMA,
AND YOU DON'T SAY “NO” TO FATE.
BLAME IT ON YOUR MAMA;
SHE GAVE IT HER OKAY.
THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO,
AND THERE'S NOTHING THEY CAN SAY.
NIRVANA IS HERE;
YOU DON'T HAVE TO WAIT.
TELL 'EM IT'S YOUR KARMA,
AND YOU DON'T SAY “NO” TO FATE.
BLAME IT ON YOUR MAMA;
SHE GAVE IT HER OKAY.
THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO,
AND THERE'S NOTHING THEY CAN SAY.
AN ENDLESS EVOLUTION
FROM SUSPENSION TO SOLUTION
WITHOUT FEAR OF RETRIBUTION,
JUST CONNECTION AND PERFECTION.
OH, IF THIS IS MY CORRECTION,
I'M BEGGING SHIVA ON MY KNEES:
WOULD YOU PUNISH ME SOME MORE, PLEASE?
So, when they tell you heaven is some place you go when you get old and die, as long as you always do what you're told and never ask why...They lie.
NIRVANA IS HERE;
YOU DON'T HAVE TO WAIT.
TELL 'EM IT'S YOUR KARMA,
AND YOU DON'T SAY “NO” TO FATE.
BLAME IT ON YOUR MAMA;
SHE GAVE IT HER OKAY.
THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO,
AND THERE'S NOTHING THEY CAN SAY.
(CHORUS REPEATS 3X)
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"Let Them Look At You" (Josephine Baker's Song)
I WON'T DO IT!
I WON'T!
ARE THEY CRAZY?
THIS IS A FIG LEAF WITH FEATHERS AND NOTHING ELSE!
LIKE THE DAY I WAS BORN.
EXCEPT NOW IN FRONT OF AN AUDIENCE,
EVERYONE LOOKING – LOOKING AT ME!
AND LAUGHING!
OH, NO!
JUST TELL THEM THE SHOW GOES ON –
BUT WITH ALL OF YOUR CLOTHES ON.
IF THEY MAKE ME, I'LL JUMP OUT THE WINDOW!
OR...
I'LL JUST GO!
A CHANCE OF A LIFETIME, THEY SAY.
HA! MAYBE FOR THEM.
IT'S NOT MY JOB TO FORFEIT MY DIGNITY
TO SAVE THEIR DYING SHOW.
I'VE ALWAYS LANDED ON MY FEET.
I'VE STARTED OVER MORE TIMES THAN I CAN SAY.
I'LL GO BACK HOME
AND BE EMPLOYED WITHIN A DAY,
BE IT A WAITRESS, OR A MAID
OR WHATEVER I CAN FIND,
OR I'LL GO BACK TO THE CHORUS.
I DON'T CARE; I DON'T MIND,
AS LONG AS I GET TO DRESS THE WAY I PREFER.
AND THINGS CAN GO BACK TO THE WAY THEY WERE.
BACK TO CLEANING SOMEONE ELSE'S MESS,
GET BEATEN IN THE NUDE SO'S NOT TO HURT THE DRESS,
EAT WITH THE DOG,
GET ITS FLEAS, TOO...
LET THEM LOOK AT YOU.
ALWAYS RUNNING, ALWAYS LESS,
ALWAYS SNEAKING IN THE BACK DOOR,
KEEPING OUT OF VIEW.
LET THEM LOOK AT YOU.
WHAT WOULD MAMA SAY?
MAMA AIN'T HERE.
NOT HER NOR THEM NOR ANYONE
CAN WHISPER IN YOUR EAR.
THEY SAY IT'S SAFER BEHIND A CLOSED DOOR,
BUT THAT DIDN'T KEPT ME SAFE BEFORE.
STAY BEHIND OR FIND A WAY TO WALK THROUGH,
AND LET THEM LOOK AT YOU.
WHEN YOU'VE GOT NOTHING BUT AMBITION
THERE'S A PRICE OF ADMISSION
TO DO WHAT YOU WANT TO DO:
YOU HAVE TO LET THEM LOOK AT YOU.
THIS COULD BE YOUR ONLY SHOT.
GOD MADE THE BODY – DID HE NOT?
DID A GOOD JOB, TOO!
LET THEM LOOK AT YOU.
“WHO DOES SHE THINK SHE IS,” THEY'LL SAY,
MAKING US LOOK AT HER?”
BUT AT LEAST THEY CAN NEVER SAY
THAT YOU NEVER WERE.
JUST DO THE MOVES LIKE YOU REHEARSED.
THEY'LL LOVE YOU LATER, BUT THIS IS FIRST.
THEY'RE JUST EYEBALLS – WHAT'S THE WORST
THAT EYEBALLS CAN DO?
LET THEM LOOK AT YOU.
IT'S JUST A LITTLE OF THIS AND OF THAT,
SLINKING AROUND LIKE AN ALLEY CAT.
PRETEND YOU'RE BACK ON PINE STREET
WHERE CROWDS WOULD MEET JUST TO SEE YOUR FEET
PIT-A-PAT.
YOU'RE IN A CITY WHERE
VENUS DE MILO SITS ON A MARBLE SQUARE
BARING HER WHOLE PHYSIQUE,
WHILE PEOPLE STARE, DECLARING:
“TRES MAGNIFIQUE!”
I PLAYED THE GAME THEY MADE,
SAID MY LINES AND NARROWLY STRAYED.
WHO DECIDED I SHOULD SPEND MY DAYS
ENDLESSLY AFRAID?
SCARED OF THE OCEAN, SCARED OF THE SKY,
SCARED TO MAKE WAVES, SCARED TO FLY,
AND ALL THE WHILE LIFE PASSES BY.
BUT NO MORE, NO MA'AM, NOT THIS TIME.
PACK YOUR BAGS – YOU'VE OVERSTAYED.
MOST PEOPLE'S DAYS ARE HUMDRUM.
NOT EVERYONE HAS GOT SOME
FIRE, BUT I DO.
A LOOK-LOOK-LOOK AT YOU!
THE KEENEST THING THEY'VE EVER SEEN
ARE CHORUS GIRLS WHO KICK CLEAN
LIKE THEY LEARNED IT FROM A BOOK.
OH, LET THEM LOOK.
WHEN THE MUSIC STARTS
MY LIMBS GO INTO FLIGHT,
EXPOSING EVERYONE WHO SEES
TO ABSOLUTE DELIGHT!
SO LET THEM LOOK AND LOOK ALL DAY,
UNTIL THEY JUST CAN’T LOOK AWAY.
THEY WOKE UP WONDERING WHEN
THEIR NEXT SMILE WOULD SHOW,
SO LET THEM KNOW –
AND HERE WE GO!
The lights shift, and it is now opening night. Josephine, in all her glory, performs her solo dance topless. Her dancing is highly dynamic and athletic, fluid and graceful, silly and joyous, incorporating elements of jazz and African styles. The crowd erupts in applause, giving her a standing ovation. Josephine beams and bows over and over.
IMPROVISING, SPELLBOUND,
LIKE A PHOENIX RISING FROM THE GROUND
INTO SOMETHING NEW –
AND THEY ALL GOT A VIEW!
LIGHTS SO BRIGHT I COULDN'T SEE
POSSESSED BY SOMETHING WILD AND FREE,
AND SUDDENLY REVEARED.
YOU HEAR HOW THEY CHEERED?
WAS THE GROUND EVEN THERE?
I REALLY WOULDN'T KNOW.
I LEAPT AND FOUND MYSELF WHERE
ONLY ANGELS GET TO GO.
IN HEAVEN, STILL I WENT TO TOWN,
STIRRED SOME CLOUDS AND CAME BACK DOWN
JUST TO TAKE MY BOW.
LET THEM LOOK AT YOU,
LOOK AT YOU –
JUST LOOK AT YOU NOW!
"Moonshine Like Mine" (Maggie Bailey's Song)
​
BOYS COME FROM ALL OVER
FOR ONE TASTE OF MY LIQUOR.
HARLAN TO HANCOCK
AND BOONE COUNTY, TOO.
BURNS OFF THEIR CHEST HAIR
THEN REGROWS IT EVEN THICKER.
AND THAT’S JUST THE START
OF WHAT MY MOUNTAIN DEW CAN DO.
THEY SAY IT COULD MAKE YOU GO BLIND,
AN EARLY GRAVE, YOU MAY FIND,
BUT ONCE THEY GET A TASTE, THEY DON’T MIND
AND FALL RIGHT IN LINE.
NO ONE MAKES MOONSHINE LIKE MINE.
ONE PART FRESH HOG FEED,
ONE PART BLACKSTRAP MOLASSES,
WATER FROM THE CLEAREST STREAM,
AND SWEET MALTED CORN,
MY SPECIAL COMBINATION
OF GENTLE TLC AND SASS IS
ALL YOU NEED TO FILL YOUR GLASSES.
MY BACKWOOD BABY’S BORN!
SMOOTH AS FUEL, FLAWLESS AS FIRE,
STRONG LIKE A MULE, FULL LIKE A CHOIR,
GOES DOWN WARM-LIKE, THEN SPREADS LIKE DESIRE
STRAIGHT DOWN YOUR SPINE.
NO, NO ONE MAKES MOONSHINE LIKE MINE.
YOU KNOW, IT'S FUNNY,
NO MATTER WHEN THE LAW STEPS IN,
THINGS NEVER SEEM TO GO THEIR WAY.
EVERY TIME THAT JURY SPIES ME,
RIGHT AWAY THEY RECOGNIZE ME
AND NEXT THING I KNOW,
I'M GETTING OFF THAT VERY DAY!
MANY MEN HAVE TRIED TO TIE ME
DOWN SO I WOULD QUIT DISTILLIN'.
PROMISED ME A LIFE OF LEISURE, QUEEN IN ALL RESPECTS.
I TRIED, BUT I JUST COULDN'T PICTURE
ANY CALLIN' QUITE AS THRILLIN',
AND NOW I'M THE MOUNTAIN QUEEN OF TRIPLE X!
SO IF YOU’RE NOT INTIMIDATED
BEIN' IN MY TERRITORY,
IF YOU’RE NOT LILY-LIVERED
BY A LITTLE BATHTUB SPRITE,
IF YOU'RE READY TO BE SATIATED,
FLYIN' FREE IN ALL YOUR GLORY,
THEN TAKE A SHOT, AND YOU MIGHT
JUST GET AN APPETITE
FOR A LIFE THAT CAN BE
SMOOTH AS FUEL, FLAWLESS AS FIRE,
STRONG LIKE A MULE, FULL LIKE A CHOIR,
GOES DOWN WARM-LIKE THEN SPREADS LIKE DESIRE
STRAIGHT DOWN YOUR SPINE.
NO ONE MAKES MOONSHINE –
NO, NO, NO,
NO ONE MAKES MOONSHINE –
NO BURBON, NO BRINE,
NO WHISKEY, NO WINE
IS AS DIVINE AS MY DESIGN.
NO, NO ONE MAKES MOONSHINE LIKE MINE!
"Follow Me" (Victoria Woodhull's Song)
​
SINCE EVE AND ADAM LEFT THEIR GARDEN OF PERFECTION,
WE'VE TRIED TO GET BACK IN MIDST OF MISDIRECTION.
THE OFFICE THAT I SEEK HAS GOT US STARTED, SO TO SPEAK,
BUT IT'S GOT A LONG, LONG WAY TO GO.
OF MOST IMPORTANCE ARE THIS NATION'S CONVERSATIONS
REGARDING REGULATING SEXUAL RELATIONS.
I PROMISE YOU THIS FRICTION
IS THE CAUSE OF YOUR AFFLICTION,
AND THE FICTION GOES MUCH DEEPER THAN YOU KNOW.
IF YOU VALUE YOUR LIFE,
PLEASE HEED WHAT I SAY.
FORGET WHAT YOU'VE LEARNED;
THERE'S A BETTER WAY:
FOLLOW ME TO NEW VITALITY,
CONSTANT, GLORIOUS REALITY.
WHO WOULDN'T WANT TO LIVE FOREVER,
FULL AND FREE AS YOU'RE MEANT TO BE?
You’ve been taught that sexual union outside of the law is evil, and the temptation to engage in it the cause of destruction and death, but the destruction and death of what exactly? Who is harmed in the act of love and it’s physical expression? And what temptations are you avoiding? Temptation for joy? For vigor? Show me a man or woman who is a picture of physical health, and I will show you a person who enjoys healthy copulation. Of course, too often this is at expense of the other person in the partnership, and every woman who hears me knows this is true! They know that the demoralized and degenerate condition of female humanity is to be attributed to unsatisfactory sexual relations. So what do we do?
RIGHT OFF THE BAT, WE GOTTA EASE UP ON DIVORCES.
BOTH LOVE AND LUST SHOULD BE ALLOWED TO
RUN THEIR COURSES.
HUMANKIND'S CAPACITY FOR AMOROUS VORACITY
IS KEY, YOU SEE – SIT TIGHT, I'LL TELL YOU WHY.
But first -
TOO MANY MEN DON'T BRING THEIR WOMEN SATIATION,
AND, IF ELECTED, I WOULD MAKE IT LEGISLATION!
ALL MANNERS OF PREVENTION FOR AN UNWISHED FOR CONCEPTION
WOULD BE LEGAL AND IN LIMITLESS SUPPLY.
JEER ALL YOU WANT
AT THE LOVE THAT I MAKE,
BUT YOU’D MAKE IT, TOO,
IF YOU KNEW JUST WHAT’S AT STAKE.
FOLLOW ME TO EXALTATION,
SYNERGISTIC CONSUMMATION
WHO WOULDN'T WANT TO LIVE FOREVER,
FULL AND FREE AS YOU'RE MEANT TO BE?
FOLLOW ME TO PURE IMPURITY,
BOUNDLESS, RADIANT FUTURITY.
WHO WOULDN'T WANT TO LIVE FOREVER,
FULL AND FREE AS YOU'RE MEANT TO BE?
NOW YOU MIGHT BE WONDERING WHERE I GET MY EXPERTISE.
WELL, ALL MY LIFE I'VE BEEN A SEER; I’VE SEEN WHAT THE SEER SEES.
SO WHILE YOUR PREACHERS WOULD DAMN YOU TO THE SECOND LAYER OF HELL,
THE SPIRITS WOULD TAKE ME TO THE PLACE WHERE THEY DWELL.
AND I SAW A WORLD TURNED ON ITS HEAD,
WHERE THESE SO-CALLED VICES WERE VIRTUES INSTEAD!
WHERE PASSION WAS SACRED, AND OBLIGATION WAS SIN,
FOR ONE SLOWLY KILLED, WHILE ONE HEALED FROM WITHIN.
AND I KNEW IT WAS REAL, AND I KNEW IT WAS TRUE.
“VICTORIA!” THEY SAID, “WE'RE COUNTING ON YOU!
“TELL THEM THOSE WHOM THEY TRUST HAVE LED THEM ASTRAY.
THE PROBLEM OF LIFE AND DEATH IS AT PLAY.
AND WHEN WE SAY 'LIFE AND DEATH,' WE MEAN WHAT WE SAY!”
FOLLOW ME TO ACTUALITY,
NEW EXPANSES, IMMORTALITY.
WHO WOULDN'T WANT TO LIVE FOREVER?
FOLLOW ME TO REVELATION,
TANGIBLE REGENERATION.
WHO WOULDN'T WANT TO LIVE FOREVER,
FULL AND FREE AS YOU'RE MEANT TO BE?
FOLLOW ME TO TRUE SALVATION,
RAPTUROUS EMANCIPATION.
WHO WOULDN'T WANT TO LIVE FOREVER?
OH, DON'T YOU WANT TO LIVE FOREVER?
FOLLOW ME, AND LIVE FOREVER
FULL AND FREE AS YOU'RE MEANT TO BE!
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"Diamonds" (Lulu White's Song)
​
WELL, WELL...
YOU'RE NOT MY USUAL CLIENTELE.
HOLD ON, SLOW DOWN – YOU'RE HUSBAND IS WHO?
I DON'T KNOW ANYONE BY THAT – WAIT, OH, YES I DO.
HE'S VERY DEPENDABLE
AND, UM, EXTENDABLE,
AND HE'S GOT GREAT TASTE IN BIJOUTERIE, TOO!
DID YOU REALLY COME ALL THIS WAY
TO TELL ME I'M VILE,
AND I'M KIDDING MYSELF
TO THINK IT'S NOT TRUE?
YOU SAY THERE'S PLENTY OF HONEST WORK TO GET,
BUT I TOOK THE EASY ROUTE, AND YET
WHILE THAT MIGHT BE SO,
IT TAKES ONE TO KNOW.
AND IF YOU THINK THAT'S ABSURD,
THEN WHO'S KIDDING WHO?
THE BED WHERE YOU SLEEP, THAT PRETTY NEW DRESS -
I GUESS YOU GOT THEM FOR FREE?
OR MAYBE YOU HAVE SOMETHING HE WANTS,
THE SAME SOMETHING AS ME.
HONEY, I DON'T JUDGE – WE ALL GOTTA EAT,
AND NOBODY WANTS TO END UP IN THE STREET.
BOTH YOU AND I DO WHAT WE DO
TO SEE TO IT WE WON'T,
BUT I HAVE DIAMONDS –
AND YOU DON'T.
HE TELLS ME ABOUT HIS VERY LONG DAY,
AND ALL THE PAIN HE'S BEEN THROUGH.
I HOLD HIM AND TELL HIM IT'LL BE OK.
THAT SOUND FAMILIAR TO YOU?
I BET YOU LET THE MAN WIN EVERY FIGHT.
WHO ELSE DO THEY SAY IS ALWAYS RIGHT?
BUT I CLEAN HIS POCKETS,
WHILE YOU CLEAN HIS PANTS AND HIS POT
'CAUSE I'M WORTH DIAMONDS –
ARE YOU NOT?
I'M SURE YOU LOVE HIM,
AND HE LOVES YOU, TOO.
BUT TRY SAYING NO
TEN TIMES IN A ROW,
AND SEE WHAT HE'LL DO.
WILL HE BEG OR SCREAM
OR THROW YOU OUT ON YOU BACK?
BABY, YOU SHOULD THANK ME –
I'M PICKING UP YOUR SLACK.
YOU HADN'T A CHOICE, YOUR HOME-LIFE WAS HELL,
BELIEVE ME, I KNOW – I KNOW ALL TOO WELL.
BUT ONE DAY I'LL LEAVE THIS
AND START A NEW LIFE, AND YOU WON'T,
'CAUSE I HAVE DIAMONDS –
AND YOU DON'T.
MAYBE I'M WRONG, AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'VE GOT.
I ONLY KNOW WHAT I'VE SEEN, AND I'VE SEEN A WHOLE LOT.
A MAN KNOWS THE WORLD'S IN HIS HANDS
JUST AS LONG AS HE PAYS,
BUT I HAVE DIAMONDS,
DIAMONDS FOR DAYS...
AND I'M SAVING THEM UP
TO RUN A HOUSE OF MY OWN.
NOT JUST A HALL,
BUT ONE THAT THEY'LL CALL
THE BEST EVER KNOWN.
YES, THE VERY BEST
THAT DIAMONDS CAN BUY.
EXPERIENCED GIRLS ONLY –
YOU WANNA APPLY?
THERE'LL BE PAINTINGS FROM FRANCE, A GOLD CHANDELIER,
CHAMPAGNE IN EVERY GLASS,
THE HOTTEST MUSICIANS OF THE YEAR
PLAYING THE HOTTEST BRASS.
THE CREAM OF THE CROP WILL FLOCK TO MY HALL.
FORGET WHAT I SAID - YOU'RE NOT LIKE ME AT ALL,
'CAUSE I WILL TAKE PART IN THE WORLD
IN A WAY YOU JUST WON'T
'CAUSE I HAVE DIAMONDS –
YES, I GOT MY DIAMONDS –
ALL BECAUSE I HAVE DIAMONDS,
AND YOU DON'T.
"Voices" (Anne Boleyn's Song)
​
YOU'RE DOING IT AGAIN...
EVERYTHING IS FINE;
GO BACK TO BED.
THEY WON'T ARREST A QUEEN
ALL OF YOUR FEARS
ARE IN YOUR HEAD.
AFTER ALL HE DID TO GET YOU,
HE CAN'T LET HIMSELF REGRET YOU.
STOP LISTENING FOR FOOTSTEPS DOWN THE HALL.
THIS SICKNESS THAT YOU'RE FEELING
IS SIMPLY REVEALING
NOTHING AT ALL.
MY BROTHER THINKS I'M MAD.
THINGS REALLY AREN'T THAT BAD.
MY FATHER SAYS BE WISE AND KEEP YOUR EYES AHEAD.
MY LADIES THINK I'M LUCKY
WHILE OTHERS WANT ME DEAD.
ALL THE VOICES CAN'T BE RIGHT,
BUT I'LL NEVER SORT THEM OUT TONIGHT.
THERE'S A SHIP TO THE NEW WORLD.
FIND A WAY TO LEAVE.
GO NOW, JUST GO.
OH MY GOD, THAT'S SO DRAMATIC.
JUST STAY AND FACE
THE DEVIL YOU KNOW.
TO A NUNNERY HE'LL SEND ME -
MY HUSBAND WOULDN'T END ME.
IN TRUTH, I AM THE ONLY FRIEND HE'S GOT.
HE WHO DISCARDS HIS CHILD'S MOTHER
WILL, IN TIME, DISCARD ANOTHER.
DRIVE OUT THE THOUGHT,
DRIVE OUT THE THOUGHT,
DRIVE OUT THE THOUGHT!
THE WISDOM OF THE FATHER
AND TRUTH DIVINE BESIDE,
GOD AND MAN SURPRISED WAS
EVEN AT THE MORNING TIDE.
HIS KNOWN DISCIPLES LEFT HIM
FOR TO FOLLOW MORE.
SOLD AND BETRAYED,
THEY DID AFFLICT HIM SORE.
OUR FATHER SAYS, “DON'T FEAR.
YOU CAN SPEAK TO ME – I'M HERE.
I KNOW ALL TOO WELL THE ROAD THAT LIES AHEAD.”
DO THE BISHOPS SPEAK FOR THEE, LORD,
OR MY HUSBAND INSTEAD?
ALL THE VOICES INTERTWINE,
AND I CANNOT TELL WHICH ONE IS THINE.
IT'S ALL IN MY HEAD.
IT'S ALL IN MY HEAD.
IT'S ALL IN MY HEAD –
IT'S NOT IN YOUR HEAD.
IT'S ALL IN MY HEAD –
IT'S NOT IN YOUR HEAD.
IT'S NOT IN MY HEAD!
IT'S ALL IN MY HEAD!
ALL THE VOICES INTERTWINE,
AND I CANNOT TELL WHICH ONE IS MINE.
WHEN I WAS A LITTLE GIRL
I PLAYED IN THE FIELD
WITH THE SUN ON MY HAIR.
I COULD BE WHATEVER I WANTED
AND EVERYTHING I WANTED
WAS RIGHT THERE.
DECIDING'S THE HARDEST PART, IT'S TRUE.
YOU'LL FEEL BETTER ONCE YOU DO.
BURIED DEEP INSIDE, YOU'VE A PLACE PREPARED.
IT ISN'T NORMAL TO BE SLEEPLESS.
IT ISN'T NORMAL TO BE SCARED.
ALL ALONG THE VOICE WAS CLEAR...
BUT I HEEDED NOT,
AND NOW THEY’RE HERE.
"They Say I'm a Witch" (Agnes Waterhouse's Song)
​
THEY CALL ME A WITCH -
THAT'S WHAT THEY SAY I AM,
BUT YOU HAVEN'T HEARD MY SIDE.
YES, I'M OLD AND ALONE,
I TEND TO TALK TO MYSELF,
BUT BESIDES A HAIRY LIP,
I'VE GOT NOTHING TO HIDE.
I'M NOT DISPOSED TO CHEER,
BUT THERE'S NOTHING EVIL HERE.
THEY SAY I CONTROL THE WEATHER;
THEY SAY I RAISE THE DEAD,
BUT IF YOU LOOK FOR PROOF
YOU'LL FIND THEIR LIES INSTEAD.
I'M THE REASON THAT LAST SEASON
ALL CROPS BUT MINE DID ROT.
THEY SAY I'M A WITCH,
BUT I AM NOT.
THE MAN YOU SAY I KILLED
ATTENDED CHURCH SIX TIMES A WEEK,
YET SUDDENLY AND STRANGELY DIED.
MEANWHILE I NEVER GO TO CHURCH,
I DO AS I PLEASE,
AND THAT DOES NOT SIT WELL WITH THEM.
WHERE'S MY PAIN? WHERE'S MY DISEASE?
LIFE DIDN'T PLAY THEIR GAME,
AND NOW THEY NEED SOMEONE TO BLAME.
THEY SAY THAT I HAVE SECRETS.
THEY SAY I'M FILLED WITH HATE.
THEY SAY I SHOULD STAY QUIET
AND ACCEPT MY FATE.
THEY SAY I'M CASTING CURSES.
THEY SAY I WON'T BACK DOWN.
THEY SAY I'M A WITCH,
BUT IF YOU TRY TO DROWN ME, I'LL DROWN.
I KNOW HOW TO MAKE THIS ALRIGHT:
TAKE ON IT ALL SO YOU CAN SLEEP TONIGHT.
AS IF I CAN CONTROL HOW YOU PRECIEVE ME.
YOU SAY LYING IS A SIN,
BUT SO IS NOT FITTING IN,
AND IF I TOLD YOU THE TRUTH, YOU'D NOT BELIEVE ME.
THE TRUTH ABOUT MY HUSBAND,
AND HOW HE REALLY DIED;
THE TRUTH ABOUT MY NEIGHBOR
AND WHAT HE WAS DOING ON THE SIDE;
BUT MY DAUGHTER DOESN'T KNOW A THING
IF SHE SAID SHE DOES, SHE LIED –
I NEVER TAUGHT HER WHAT I KNOW.
AND I'LL TAKE BACK WHAT I DENIED,
IF YOU LET HER GO – JUST LET HER GO.
ONLY I CONTROL THE WEATHER!
ONLY I CAN RAISE THE DEAD!
I CONJUR IN THE MOON'S LIGHT
STANDING ON MY HEAD.
I SAY WHAT YOU ARE THINKING,
BUT NO ONE SAYS OUT LOUD.
THEY SAY I'M A WITCH...
I HOLD THIS TOWN TOGETHER,
AND I CAN TEAR IT ALL APART.
EVERYTHING WAS WELL-WITHIN ME
FROM THE START.
I TURN THE LAMB INTO A LION,
AND THE LION TO A LAMB.
THEY SAY I'M A WITCH,
THEY SAY I'M A WITCH...
AND I AM.
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"If I Had a Daughter" (Marilyn Monroe's Song)
​
IF I HAD A DAUGHTER,
I'D TELL HER SHE WAS SMART,
SO VERY SMART, NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY.
THEY'LL TAKE ONE LOOK
AND THINK THAT YOU'RE NOT,
BUT WITS ARE A WEAPON,
SO IT'S GOOD THEY DON'T SEE THEM.
SOMETIMES IN HER LIFE,
THEY ARE ALL A GIRL'S GOT.
THE VOICE OF YOUR MOTHER
BECOMES THE VOICE INSIDE YOUR HEAD,
SO I'D PLANT TREES THAT WOULD GROW TO BE SEEDS,
BIG AND STRONG
'CAUSE ONE DAY, I'LL BE GONE,
AND ALL SHE'S HAVE LEFT IS
“SMART,” “PRETTY,”
LOVED.
IF I HAD A DAUGHTER,
I'D TELL HER SHE WAS GOOD,
AND IT'S SOMETHING THEY CAN NEVER TAKE AWAY.
THOUGH LIFE WILL TRY
TO TEAR YOU APART
AND CONVINCE YOU IT'S HOPELESS,
THAT'S WHEN YOU REMEMBER
INSIDE THERE WILL ALWAYS BE
A GOOD, SMART, PRETTY GIRL
WHO HER MOTHER LOVES
WITH ALL HER HEART.
"Where the Mind Is" (Mary Magdalene's Song)
​
I DON'T CARE IF THEY BELIEVE ME,
IF THERE'S ONE OF ME AND ALL OF THEM.
I DON'T CARE IF COMING FROM SOMEONE LIKE ME
IT SOUNDS ABSURD.
I KNOW WHAT I SAW,
I KNOW WHAT I HEARD,
AND I WON'T LET THEM GET TO ME.
WHERE THE MIND IS, THERE IS THE TREASURE.
WHERE THE MIND IS, THERE IS THE TREASURE.
WHERE THE MIND IS, WHERE THE MIND IS,
THERE IS THE TREASURE.
THEY SAY I MUST'VE JUST BEEN DREAMING,
BUT I WAS WIDE AWAKE AND SAW HIM THERE
SAYING THINGS HE'S ONLY SAID TO ME.
I KNOW JUST HOW THEY'LL TALK ABOUT ME,
THAT A MAN WOULD CHOOSE ME IN THIS WAY.
LET THEM SAY WHAT THEY WANNA SAY -
I KNOW WHO I AM.
SO COVER ME UP,
AND CAST ME OUT
AND FILL THEM WITH DOUBT -
I WON'T GIVE A DAMN.
WHERE THE MIND IS, THERE IS THE TREASURE.
WHERE THE MIND IS, THERE IS THE TREASURE.
WHERE THE MIND IS, THERE IS THE TREASURE.
WHERE THE MIND IS, WHERE THE MIND IS,
THERE IS THE TREASURE.
IT'S ALL GOOD, IT'S ALL GOOD, IT'S ALL RIGHT.
NO MORE FEAR, NO MORE HURT, NO MORE FIGHT.
ALL THE LINES OF THE WORLD HAVE BEEN REDRAWN,
AND EVERYTHING THAT'S EVER BOUND ME IS GONE.
AFTER AWHILE THE VISION FADED,
AND SUDDENLY I GREW AFRAID.
WHAT IF THEY DO TO ME WHAT THEY DID TO HIM?
WHAT WOULD I DO THEN?
THEY’LL LEAVE ME NOW,
DON’T LEAVE ME, TOO,
AFTER ALL WE’VE BEEN THROUGH.
THEN I HEARD IT ONCE AGAIN:
WHERE THE MIND IS, THERE IS THE TREASURE.
WHERE THE MIND IS, THERE IS THE TREASURE.
WHERE THE MIND IS, THERE IS THE TREASURE.
WHERE THE MIND IS, WHERE THE MIND IS,
WHERE THE MIND IS, WHERE THE MIND IS...
NO ONE ASKED,
SO NO ONE KNOWS,
BUT IT’S JUST THE WAY
THE STORY GOES.
RECORD HIGHS
MET RECORD LOWS,
ALL BECAUSE I WOULDN’T
HOLD A POSE.
IT’S THE SAME OLD LIFE
IN DIFFERENT CLOTHES,
BUT ONLY HEAVEN KNOWS
HOW IT REALLY GOES.
AND THERE IS THE TREASURE.