CONFRONTATION, from Jekyll and Hyde
JEKYLL:
Lost in the darkness,
Silence surrounds you.
Once there was morning,
Now endless night.
I will find the answer.
I'll never desert you -
I promise you this -
Till the day that I...
HYDE:
Do you really think
That I would ever let you go?
Do you think I'd ever set you free?
If you do, I'm sad to say,
It simply isn't so.
You will never get away from me!
JEKYLL:
All that you are
Is a face in the mirror!
I close my eyes and you'll disappear!
HYDE:
I'm what you face
When you face in the mirror!
Long as you live, I will still be here!
JEKYLL:
All that you are
Is the end of a nightmare!
All that you are is a dying scream!
After tonight,
I shall end this demon dream!
HYDE:
This is not a dream, my friend -
And it will never end!
This one is the nightmare that goes on!
Hyde is here to stay,
No matter what you may pretend -
And I'll flourish, long after you're gone!
JEKYLL:
Soon you will die,
And my silence will hide you!
You cannot choose but to lose control.
HYDE:
You can't control me!
I live deep inside you!
Each day you'll feel me devour your soul!
JEKYLL:
I don't need to survive,
As you need me!
I'll become whole
As you dance with death!
And I'll rejoice
As you breathe your final breath!
HYDE:
I'll live inside you forever!
JEKYLL:
No!
HYDE:
With Satan himself by my side!
JEKYLL:
No!
HYDE:
And I know that, now and forever,
They'll never be able to separate
Jekyll from Hyde!
JEKYLL:
Can't you see
It's over now?
It's time to die!
HYDE:
No, not I!
Only you!
JEKYLL:
If I die,
You die, too!
HYDE:
You'll die in me
I'll be you!
JEKYLL:
Damn you, Hyde!
Set me free!
HYDE:
Can't you see
You are me?
JEKYLL:
No!
Deep inside-!
HYDE:
I am you!
You are Hyde!
JEKYLL:
No - Never!
HYDE:
Yes, forever!
JEKYLL:
Good damn you, Hyde!
Take all your evil deeds,
And rot in hell!
HYDE:
I'll see you there, Jekyll!
JEKYLL:
Never!
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"Dentist!"
from Little Shop of Horrors
When I was young and just a bad little kid,
My momma noticed funny things I did.
Like shootin' puppies with a BB-Gun.
I'd poison guppies, and when I was done,
I'd find a pussy-cat and bash in it's head.
That's when my momma said...
(What did she say?)
She said my boy I think someday
You'll find a way
To make your natural tendencies pay...
You'll be a dentist;
You have a talent for causing things pain!
Son, be a dentist;
People will pay you to be inhumane!
Your temperament's wrong for the priesthood,
And teaching would suit you still less.
Son, be a dentist;
You'll be a success.
"Here he is folks, the leader of the plaque."
"Watch him suck up that gas. Oh, my God!"
"He's a dentist, and he'll never ever be any good."
"Who wants their teeth done by the Marquis de Sade?"
"Oh, that hurts! Wait! I'm not numb!"
"Eh, shut up! Open wide! Here I come!"
I am your dentist.
And I enjoy the career that I picked.
I'm your dentist.
And I get off on the pain I inflict!
I thrill when I drill a bicuspid.
It's swell, though then tell me I'm mal-adjusted.
And though it may cause my patients distress.
Somewhere...Somewhere in heaven above me...
I know...I know that my momma's proud of me.
"Oh, Momma..."
'Cause I'm a dentist...
And a success!
"Say ahh..."
"Say AHhhh..."
"Say AAARRRHHHH!!!"
"Now spit!"
15. Those Good Old Days
from Damn Yankees
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Applegate:
Whenever I'm from time to time depressed
As a trauma wells and swells within my breast.
I find some pride deep inside of me.
As I fondly walk the lane of memory.
I see Bonaparte, a mean one if ever I've seen one,
And Nero fiddlin' thru that lovely blaze;
Antoinette, dainty queen, with her quaint guillotine.
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Those were the good old days!
I see Indians draggin'
An empty covered wagon
When scalping the settlers was the latest craze,
And that glorious morn,
Jack the Ripper was born,
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Those were the good old days!
I'd sit on my rocking chair
So peacefully rocking there,
Counting my blessings by the score.
The rack was in fashion,
The plagues were my passion,
Each day held a new joy in store
I see cannibals munchin' a missionary luncheon
The years may have flown
But the memory stays
Like the hopes that were dashed
When the stock market crashed
Ha, ha, ha, ha,
Those were the good old days!
I'd walk a million miles or more
For some of the gore
Of those good old days!
I was so contented
When prisons were invented
And the ones with gallows
Set my heart ablaze I was burning with pride
The day Bonnie met Clyde
Ha, ha, ha,
Those were the good old days
I'd doze by the fireside
Dreaming of Cyanide,
Never a worry or a care;
And how can one measure,
The infinite pleasure,
Of dreaming of the electric chair.
And in the aisles I'd lay 'em
With arson and with mayhem;
It's a hammy routine but it always plays,
And my fav'rite encore,
Was the hundred year war,
Ha, ha, ha, ha,
Those were the good old days!
I'd gladly sail the seven seas,
For just one reprise
Of those good old days!
3. "Hello, Little Girl"
from Into the Woods
WOLF:
Mmmh..
Unhh...
Look at that flesh, pink and plump.
Hello, little girl...
Tender and fresh, not one lump.
Hello, little girl...
This one's especially lush,
Delicious... Mmmh...
Hello, little girl, what's your rush?
You're missing all the flowers.
The sun won't set for hours,
Take your time.
LRRH:
Mother said, "Straight ahead,"
Not to delay or be misled.
WOLF:
But slow, little girl, Hark! And hush--
the birds are singing sweetly.
You'll miss the birds completely,
You're traveling so fleetly.
Grandmother first, then Miss Plump...
What a delectable couple:
Utter perfection, one brittle, one supple--
One moment, my dear--!
LRRH: Mother said, "Come what may,
Follow the path and never stray."
WOLF:
Just so, little girl-- any path.
So many worth exploring.
Just one would be so boring.
And look what you're ignoring...
Think of those crisp, aging bones,
Then something fresh on the palate.
Think of that scrumptious carnality twice in one day--!
there's no possible way to describe what you feel
When you're talking to your meal!
LRRH: Mother said not to stray.
Still, I suppose, a small delay...
Granny might like a fresh bouquet...
Goodbye, Mr. Wolf.
WOLF:
Goodbye, little girl.
And hello...
(howls)
A LITTLE PRIEST
from Sweeney Todd
Seems a downright shame.
Seems an awful waste.
Such a nice plump frame
Wot's 'is name has... had... has...
nor it can't be traced.
Bus'ness needs a lift...
Debts to be erased...
Think of it as thrift, as a gift...
If you get my drift...
Seems an awful waste.
I mean, with the price of meat what it is,
When you get it,
If you get it...
Good, you got it.
Take, for instance,
Mrs. Mooney and her pie shop.
Bus'ness never better, using only pussy cats and toast.
Now a pussy's good for maybe six or seven at the most.
And I'm sure they can't compare as far as taste...
Well it does seem a waste...
Think about it!
Lots of other gentlemen'll soon be coming for a shave.
Won't they?
Think of all them pies...
What, Mister Todd,
What, Mister Todd,
What is that sound?
Yes, Mister Todd,
Yes, Mister Todd,
Yes, all around...
Then who are we to deny it in here?
It's priest.
Have a little priest.
Sir, it's too good, at least.
Then again they don't commit sins of the flesh,
So it's pretty fresh.
Only where it sat.
No, you see the trouble with poet is,
How do you know it's deceased?
Try the priest.
Lawyer's rather nice.
Order something else though to follow,
Since none should swallow it twice.
Well then, if you're British and loyal,
You might enjoy Royal Marine...
Anyway, it's clean...
Though, of course, it tastes of wherever it's been...
Mercy no, sir, look closer,
You'll notice it's grocer.
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TODD (Looking past her at an imaginary oven):
Is that squire
On the fire?
MRS. LOVETT:
Mercy no, sir,
Look closer,
You'll notice it's grocer.
TODD:
Looks thicker.
More like vicar.
MRS. LOVETT:
No, it has to be grocer it's green.
TODD:
The history of the world, my love
MRS. LOVETT:
Save a lot of graves,
Do a lot of relatives favors ...
TODD:
is those below serving those up above.
MRS. LOVETT:
Everybody shaves,
So there should be plenty of flavors ...
TODD:
How gratifying for once to know
BOTH:
that those above will serve those down below!
MRS. LOVETT: Now, let's see ... (Surveying an imaginary tray of pies on the
counter) We've got tinker ...
TODD (Looking at it): Something pinker.
MRS. LOVETT: Tailor?
tow (Shaking his head): Paler.
MRS. LOVETT: Butler?
TODD: Subtler.
MRS. LOVETT: Potter?
TODD (Feeling it): Hotter.
MRS. LOVETT: Locksmith?
(TODD shrugs, defeated. MRS. LOVETT offers another imaginary pie)
Lovely bit of clerk.
TODD:
Maybe for a lark ...
MRS. LOVETT:
Then again, there's sweep
If you want it cheap
And you like it dark.
(Another)
Try the financier.
Peak of his career.
TODD:
That looks pretty rank.
MRS. LOVETT:
Well, he drank.
It's a bank
Cashier.
Last one really sold.
(Feels it)
Wasn't quite so old.
TODD:
Have you any BEADLE?
MRS. LOVETT:
Next week, so I'm told.
BEADLE isn't bad till you smell it
And notice how well it's
Been greased.
Stick to priest.
(Offers another pie)
Now this may be a bit stringy, but then, of course, it's fiddle player.
TODD: This isn't Fiddle player. It's piccolo player.
MRS. LOVETT: How can you tell?
TODD: It's piping hot.
(Giggles)
MRS. LOVETT (Snorts with glee): Then blow on it first. (TODD guffaws)
TODD:
The history of the world, my sweet
MRS. LOVETT:
Oh, Mr. Todd,
Ooh, Mr. Todd,
What does it tell?
TODD:
is who gets eaten and who gets to eat.
MRS. LOVETT:
And, Mr. Todd,
Too, Mr. Todd,
Who gets to sell.
TODD:
But fortunately, it's also clear
TODD: MRS. LOVETT:
That everybody But everybody
Goes down well with beer. Goes down well with beer.
MRS. LOVETT: Since marine doesn't appeal to you, how about rear admiral?
TODD: Too salty. I prefer general.
MRS. LOVETT: With or without his privates? "With" is extra. (TODD
chortles)
TODD (As MRS. LOVETT offers another pie):
What is that?
MRS. LOVETT:
It's fop.
Finest in the shop.
Or we have some shepherd's pie peppered
With actual shepherd
On top.
And I've just begun.
Here's the politician so oily
It's served with a doily
(TODD makes a face)
Have one.
TODD:
Put it on a bun.
(As she looks at him quizzically)
Well, you never know if it's going to run.
MRS. LOVETT:
Try the friar.
Fried, it's drier.
TODD:
No, the clergy is really
Too coarse and too mealy.
MRS. LOVETT:
Then actor
That's compacter.
TODD:
Yes, and always arrives overdone.
I'll come again when you
Have JUDGE on the menu . . .
MRS. LOVETT: Wait! True, we don't have JUDGE yet but would you settle
for the next best thing?
TODD: What's that?
MRS. LOVETT (Handing him a butcher's cleaver): Executioner. (TODD roars, and
then, picking up her wooden rolling pin, hands it to her)
TODD:
Have charity toward the world, my pet.
MRS. LOVETT:
Yes, yes, I know, my love
TODD:
We'll take the customers what we can get
MRS. LOVETT:
High-born and low, my love
TODD:
We'll not discriminate great from small
No, we'll serve anyone
Meaning anyone
BOTH:
And to anyone
At all!
(Music continues as the two of them brandish their weapons." The
scene blacks out).
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Maxwell's Silver Hammer
Joan was quizzical, studied pataphysical
Science in the home
Late nights all alone with her a test tube
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Maxwell Edison, majoring in medicine
Calls her on the phone
"Can I take you out to the pictures Jo-o-o-oan?"
But as she's getting ready to go
A knock comes on the door
Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
came down upon her head
Clang! Clang! Maxwell's silver hammer
made sure that she was dead
Back in school again Maxwell plays the fool again
Teacher gets annoyed
Wishing to avoid and unpleasant scene-e-e-ene
She tells Max to stay when the class has gone away
So he waits behind
Writing fifty times "I must not be so-o-o-o
But when she turns her back on the boy
He creeps up from behind
Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
came down upon her head
Clang! Clang! Maxwell's silver hammer
made sure that she was dead
P.C. thirty one said "we've caught a dirty one"
Maxwell stands alone
Painting testimonial pictures, oh, oh, oh, oh
Rose and Valerie screaming from the gallery
Say he must go free
The judge does not agree, and he tells them so-o-o-o
But, as the words are leaving his lips
A noise comes form behind
Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
came down upon her head
Clang! Clang! Maxwell's silver hammer
made sure that he was dead
Silver hammer man.