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Professor Bhaer writes to Jo about his life in New York.
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PROFESSOR BHAER (reads from a letter, spoken): 'And how are you, sir?'

(Sung) She asks how I am. And so: how am I? My days are the usual days. I wake up, I go out. Time goes by.

My days are exactly the days I have lived since arriving here. In fact, how I am is amazed how this comforts me year by year. I work and I eat. Life is muffins and jam. The house is nice and quiet now. That is how I am.

Five years in these rooms reading Hegel and Kant. My mind is devoted to thoughts of the meaning of life. What more could I want? So why is it lately I find I'm uneasy all through the night? And why even now does my skin feel explosive as dynamite? Why does my heart pound like a battering ram? How can she ask me how I am? How I am is fine!

(Begins to write a letter back) 'Dear Miss March, there is nothing dramatic or new to report. This will be short. Morning and evening I live in my usual way. On the day you return you will see for yourself! Tell me, Miss March, are you happy so far From the clang and the beat of our turbulent street? Quite often I think of our days in New York. Though of course since you went I have quite content.'

(Rips the letter up) ACH! I wake up in the morning and all that I hear is the absence of sound. YES! My peace is disturbed but the ruckus is me as my thought run aground. I wanted a life by myself in these rooms. But now all around me another life looms. Who asked her to come and go and to leave me like that? And now she expects me to send her a note? With words, if I spoke, that would stick in my throat! Who asked her to change how I live, how I think, how I am?

She asks how I am. How can I reply? I go through my daily routine. I give lessons, I wait. Time goes by.

Yet lately I find there is pleasure in humming a silly tune. And some days I go to the park and I sit there all afternoon. Some evenings I swear I can hear a door slam. The house is far to quiet now. That is how I am.

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When Will is upset that his dad Edward has to travel for work, Edward tells him to be brave.
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I've never been a man who lived an office life I've never been a man behind a desk I've always been a man who said that staying still was playing dead The kind who's looking forward to the challenges ahead

People say that's irresponsible People tell me stay at home But I'm not made for things like mowing lawns or apron strings I'm my best, when not at rest

So I fight the dragons and I storm the castles And I win a battle or two Then comes the day it's time, I'm packing up and I am bringing all my stories home to you

All I can see is miles ahead with miles to go All I can feel is wind and sun and sky Stop for a coffee, make a friend, and pray the day will never end 'Cause there's one more adventure waiting 'round another bend

Where I fight the dragons and I storm the castles And I win a battle or two But then a feeling comes Like fifty thousand drums all banging, "Bring my stories home to you"

And I wonder as I wander on the road from door to door Exactly what you think of where I've been

Do you know I joined the circus, met a mermaid, fought a war? Do you know I think of you through thick and thin? Because even though I'm making deals and bringin' people joy I'm usually only thinking of my boy

Out there on the road I pray You'll come to my one day And say, "Let's fight the dragons and then storm the castles 'til we win what needs to be won" So when I'm old and tired, you'll do the job required You'll be there telling stories to your son

And we fight the dragons and we storm the castles And I do the best that I can For everybody knows that's how the story goes To turn each boy into a bigger man

So I'll fight the dragons 'til you can

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GEORGE Other pleasures... And I've known many... Afternoons In warm Venetian squares, Brief encounters, Long siestas... Pleasures old and new Can't compare with you.
You amaze me! Where did you come from? You do things Champagne could never do. Crystal winters, Crimson summers... Other pleasures -- I would trade them all For you.
Pleasures old and new Can't compare with you... Wild mimosa,... The scent of evening... Shuttered rooms With sunlight breaking through... Crazy soirees... Lazy Sundays... Other pleasures... I would trade them all For you.
Sailing off In the night On a silver lake... Taking more From this life Thank I ought to take... Other pleasures... I would trade them all For you.

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Chauvelin tries to get Marguerite to remember their passion for each other and the Revolution.
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I remember days full of restlessness and fury I remember nights that were drunk on dreams I remember someone who hungered for the glory I remember her, but it seems she's gone
Where's the girl?
Where's the girl with the blaze in her eyes? Where's the girl with that gaze of surprise? Now and then I still dream she's beside me Where's the girl who could turn on the edge of a knife? Where's the girl who was burning for life? I can still feel her breathing beside me
And I know she remembers how fearless she feels To take off with the wind at her heels She and I took this world like a storm Come again!
Let the girl in your heart tumble free Bring your renegade heart home to me In the dark of the morning, I'll warm you I'll rouse you
Marguerite, don't forget I know who you are We were cut from the same surly star Like two jewels in the sky sharing fire Where's the girl so alive and still aching for more? We had dreams that were worth dying for We were caught in the eye of a storm Come again!
Let the girl in your heart tumble free Bring your renegade heart home to me In the dark of the morning, I'll warm you I'll rouse you
Where's the girl? Is she gazing at me with surprise? Do I still see that blaze in her eyes? Am I dreaming, or is she beside me now?
 

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Bob is too blunt with Ruth, and is forced to exit.
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I love a quiet girl I love a gentle girl Warm as sunlight Soft, soft as snow

Her smile, a tender smile Her voice, a velvet voice Sweet as music Soft, soft as snow

When she is near me The world's in repose We need no words She sees - she knows

But where is my quiet girl Where is my gentle girl Where is the special girl Who is soft, soft as snow

Somewhere Somewhere My quiet girl

When she is near me The world's in repose We need no words She sees - she knows

But where is my quiet girl Where is my gentle girl Where is the special girl Who is soft, soft as snow

Somewhere Somewhere My quiet girl

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Aaron confesses that he still loves his ex-wife.
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CIOFFI (spoken) You see what I'm saying? The song itself is kind of lackluster. It lacks...

CHRIS (spoken) Yes?

CIOFFI (spoken) Luster.

CHRIS (spoken) I agree. We need a completely new composition, one that's catchier than pink eye. I'll leave you to it.

CIOFFI (spoken) Well, at least now you'll have a few minutes alone with your piano.

AARON (spoken) Alone, yeah.

CIOFFI (spoken) Could I ask, only becauseI've wondered this my entire life-- Which would normally come first, the music or the lyric?

AARON (spoken) Same answer as the chicken or the egg.

CIOFFI (spoken) Ah, so it's the lyric.

AARON (spoken) No. It can start with a note. Which can become a phrase. And then you try hanging words off each branch, like trimming a tree.

CIOFFI Sounds easy enough.

AARON Really? Well don't talk about love Or you'll have to say "fits like a glove" Or "As certain as push comes to shove" You will pine for the woman you're constantly thinking of You see the problem.

CIOFFI (spoken) Dangling participle. So you suggest staying away from love?

AARON At all costs. And don't mention your life Or you'll have to say "cuts like a knife" Or refer to the heartbreak and strife When you find that you're missing your ...

CIOFFI (spoken) Missing?

AARON (spoken) What?

CIOFFI (spoken) You were saying what you miss.

AARON No I meant that, well... I miss the music I miss the song Since she's not with me It comes out wrong

It doesn't matter How hard I try I've lost the music I don't know why

You may have known Before I met her I wrote alone But if you ask me What I prefer I'd say the music I wrote with her

When you're writing a song And you've a partner The room is filled with jokes and chatter She says something You say something She writes a line You play a vamp

But when you're writing a song Without a partner That's a completely different matter No one tells you "That's not funny" No one says "Let's cut that bar" No one makes you better than you are

I can't pretend I miss the music I miss my friend No need to ask me What I prefer I choose the music I wrote with her I liked the music I made with--

GEORGIA (spoken): Aaron, I forgot my lyric. Can you believe it? Me.

AARON Well you're not the lyricist now, you're the star. Georgia, Break a leg.

GEORGIA Thanks. You can finish the song without me?

AARON I'm a one-man band. I miss the music I miss my friend No need to ask me What I prefer I choose the music I wrote with her I loved the music I made with her

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Johnny and Molly have reunited and resolve to live in the Rocky Mountains.
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Lieutenant Frank Cioffi confides in Niki, an ingénue, about him being married to his job.
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CIOFFI (spoken)
Detectives have no opening night, Miss Harris. We make our entrance after the curtain has fallen on someone else’s life.

NIKI (spoken) It isn’t wrong to be married to one’s work, is it?

CIOFFI Uh, no. No, not at all. Sometimes it’s no Honeymoon. I love my job I really do And if I say so myself I’m good at it too I catch the bad guys Well, most of the time So it’s a good life A perfectly good life Not exactly sublime

When I’ve finished my work And I crawl into bed I reflect as I turn out the lights That the day that’s to come And the week that’s ahead will be Lunch counter mornings And coffee shop nights

Lunch counter mornings And coffee shop nights

NIKI (spoken) Well, it’s reassuring to have such a dependable schedule, like matinees every Wednesday.

CIOFFI (spoken) Or Brisket and broad beans each Thursday.

NIKI (spoken) With your friends

CIOFFI With, uh, yeah, well… I like my pals The guys on the force We’re not very social They’re all married of course

Sometime we go bowling Or have a few beers So it’s a fine life A perfectly fine like I’d give it two cheers

‘Cuz sometimes I think At the end of the day When I’ve read the last burglar his rights That the life that I lead Is a little bit grey With its lunch counter mornings And coffee shop nights

Lunch counter mornings And coffee shop nights

NIKI (spoken) But your acting roles. Well, don’t they make for a change?

CIOFFI (spoken) Oh, Miss Harris, each year from May 23rd to the 12th of June, When I turn my life over to the Swallow Street Players, that’s more than a vacation for me. It’s an overture of hope. It’s the curtain rising on the greatest joy of my life. (singing) But the rest of the year The life that I lead That’s a little bit grey There are plenty of low days And not many highs Mostly lunch counter mornings And coffee shop nights

CIOFFI (spoken) I don’t mean to sound forward, but might I walk you home?

NIKI (spoken) Oh, I’d be delighted, but you said we’re not allowed to leave.

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A musician recalls loving music through his father’s piano abilities.
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My father's pride Was in his hands. The piano was his soul.

I watched and wondered As he played show tunes Miles off from rock and roll.

What he loved he taught me. Now music's what I do. And often when I'm writing, In my hands, Dad's there too.

If I sing you are the music. If I fly you're why I'm good. If my hands can find some magic You're the one who said they could.

When the child that's still inside me, Finds a song in empty air. When there is joy in making music It is you who put it there.

My dad grew old. His hands grew numb. And now he cannot play.

I came to visit. He sat and asked me "How it could be this way?"

I couldn't find an answer. I played this tune for him instead. My father sat there smiling For he knew what it said.

If I sing you are the music. If I love you taught me how. Every day your heart is beating In the man that I am now.

If my ears are tuned to wander. If when I reach the chords are there. If there is joy in making music, It's a joy that we both share.

I never told you. It took time till I could see That if I sing you are the music And you'll always sing in me.

Yes you'll always live in me.

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An adult reflects on his complex high school past.
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There's a kid inside, And I have him with me always. There's a kid inside, Walking down old high school hallways. There's a kid inside, At a desk, at a dance, in the halls, in the showers. There's a kid inside to this very day.
And he makes a try for that high pop fly, That I fumbled one September. And he makes a fuss over some A plus, That I shouldn't still remember.

And he goes along, Getting hurt, getting mad, fighting fights that are over. And unless I'm strong, All my senses are carried away.

I can feel my hand, my trembling hand, On Michelle's angora sweater. I can hear my band, that awful band, Only now it sounds much better.

I can see a kid, the kid I use to be, On the stage, on the field, in the lunch line. I can feel him tugging at me, Every time I think I don't care, I blink, And he's there again, he's there again.

Fighting ancient wrongs, Humming old hit songs in my head. Singing come along, come along, Come along for the ride. To a time and place, I could not forget if I tried.

There again, He's there again.

And I never know, when the breeze'll blow, With a rush of old sensations. Why the kid should wake, And my heart should ache, Every time I smell carnations.

Something rings a bell, Anything at all, All it takes is a slam of a locker.

Or the switch from summer to fall, A change of season seems hardly reason, But there he goes again, he's there again.

Fighting ancient wrongs, Humming old hit songs in my head. Singing come along, come along, Come along for the ride.

To a time and place, I could not forget if I tried. There he goes again, Hummin' his songs.

He's there again, There again. There's a kid inside.

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A man sings to his boyfriend about both the rapture and doubts of their love.
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Long ago, I tasted something sweet. It's an echo, it's a memory in retreat. Like a feeling of fullness, Like the knowing of quiet fortitude, of ancient heroes. It was something I trusted somehow. But now...
But now it's gone, and I am incomplete. In the darkness, and the hollow, in the heat. If I flash on the future I see only the empty future shock, an afterimage. There is only I want, I want, I want.
I don't know what I hunger for, I don't know why I feel the hunger more And more with every passing day. I don't know from where the hunger springs, But that it's there and that it sings
Of someplace far away.
So get me up, and get me out, and let me never return To the darkness and the hollow, and to the burn. I want out of this hunger, To take me up to a higher altitude. Take me all the way, I'm out of here. I am going there. I am gone!
Oh, get me up like Icarus, And give me wings like Pegasus. Just get me out and get me high!

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Percy rediscovers why he still loves Marguerite.
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So many nights I have stood in the moonlight Watching it fade into dawn Wanting her back with me, warm in the moonlight Knowing that moment was gone Out of mind, out of sight, Till the moon rose tonight
All at once, I felt a chill In a spill of moonlight, she was there Though we both held very still There was something pulling in the air When she whispered through the dark
I tried hard to hold my ground I believed I had a choice Till the music in her voice Turned my whole world around
I would like to understand But the stars and I begin to blur If she never touched my hand Then what filled me with the feel of her?
In between us stood a wall In a flash it fell apart Is it possible she heard Every last unspoken word Racing out of my heart?
She never turned to me, but suddenly We had so much to share! I never took her in my arms, but she was there Oh, she was there!
No, I never pulled her in Still her tenderness was everywhere Oh, she slipped beneath my skin Just as if she'd always been right there
Has she been there all along? Was I too far gone to know? What a fool I must have been For how could I pull her in When I've never let her go?
 

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Anthony Palazzo describes how a mason's work lasts even after he is gone.
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He builds a house With his hands Thirty years go by It stands It stands where nothing stood A house of stone The mason sleeps real good
He does his work His workday flies Quittin' time's a big surprise And then it's one more stone To get just right It's always one more stone Before the night
Every house he builds Every stone he lays It's not just makin' money And countin' off the days
He builds a house With his hands A hundred years go by It stands It tells you who he was A life goes fast But the work a mason does It's made to last
The work a mason does It's made to last

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Floyd reflects on his life as he is about to die in a cave.
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Is it warm, is it soft against your face? Do you feel the kind of grace inside the breeze? Will there be trees, is there light? Does it hover on the ground? Does it shine from all around or just from you?

Is it endless and empty and you wander on your own? Slowly forget about the folks that you've known Or does rising bread fill up the air From open kitchens everywhere Familiar faces far as you can see, like a family

Do we live, is it like a little town? Do we get to look back down at who we love? Are we above, are we everywhere, are we anywhere at all? Do we hear a trumpet call us and we're by your side?

Will I want, will I wish For all the things that I should have done? Longing to finish what I only just begun

Or has a shining truth been waiting there For all the questions everywhere In a world of wondering, suddenly you know And you will always know

Will my mama be there waiting for me? Smiling like the ways she does And holding out her arms As she calls my name She will hold me just the same

Only Heaven knows how glory goes What each of us was meant to be In the starlight, that is what we are I can see so far

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Gould wants Edith to put aside their faded memories while he is gone.
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GOULD Understand kid, It's been just grand, kid. The cocktails, the cufflinks - the fun. Remember me when you're singing "Tea for One."

EDITH (spoken) If you're gone, who would I even talk to?

GOULD (spoken) Yourself. The occasional cat.

EDITH (spoken) That's not funny.

GOULD After I'm gone, When the ocean's haze Blankets the grounds in grey Drift away, on the tide, Drift away.

When you're alone, And the twilight's glow Shimmers across the bay Drift away, on a wave, Drift away. Our tete-a-tetes-

EDITH Midnight duets-

GOULD &EDITH Our breakfast tea and toast.

GOULD Funny how things that mean the least Are what we miss the most. Deep in the night When the whispering breeze Sings this song I play, Shed a tear and be glad For the fun that we had. Drift away, on a dream... Drift away.

EDITH (spoken) You're my soul mate, that's what you are.

GOULD (spoken) "Soul mate." Is that the nom de jour?

EDITH (spoken) I've no idea what you mean.

GOULD (spoken) For the party this afternoon, which would you prefer? Should I wear the white satin jacket you bought for me at Bergdorf's? Or the linen one you picked up in Rome?

EDITH (spoken) Now, Gould-! Gould!

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Randall reveals to Campbell his past as an outcast, and wants her to embrace her life journey.
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RANDALL I'm a stud now, its clear. So it'll shock you to hear That I was a total dork My freshman year --

CAMPBELL You?

RANDALL Right? I was a loser, a mess, A loner, depressed That every day I had to be me Walked around hoping no one Would see me

I'd lock myself in the guys room And let the tears fall, Til one day this custodian Knocked on my stall And asked if I'd heard Of the band: The Grateful Dead -- And I thought he might not be Quite right in the head...

But he changed my life around When he said "Right now everything seems so important. But time rushes by at a clip And when you look back, These high school years Will be nothing more than a blip So you might as well -- enjoy the trip."

CAMPBELL But its such a long blip!

RANDALL Thats what i said! and he said:

"Trust me on this, when you're older And wiser and balder and fatter And you look back on this Moment in time The only things thats gonna Matter is Did you only do what you Thought you should do? Did you dance monkey dance Cause the man told you to? Or did you spend your time doing What brings joy to you?

"All you see is this old dude With a broom in his hand. But I've followed my dreams And my favorite band."

So don't sit on your ass Waiting for life to begin If you do what you love With your time, then you win! What a long, strange, Wonderful trip it's been!

Right now everything seems So important But time rushes by at a clip And when you look back, These high school years Will be nothing more than a blip Just a tale to tell!

RANDALL & CAMPBELL That rings a bell So what the hell! We might as well enjoy the trip!

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Barrett proposes to his girlfriend and recalls their earlier times together.
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BARRETT I'll be coming back to you, Darlene Back to your dark eyes and hair Marry me when I return, Darlene And until that day, my love, take care Be thee well
May the lord who watches all
Watch over thee May God's heaven be you blanket
As you softly sleep Marry me
When you're fin'ly in my arms you'll plainly see This devoted sailor's heart and soul Are yours to keep!
BRIDE Yours-to-keep... Every day from G-M-O-M "Good morning, old man" To G-N-O-M "Good night, old man" My telegraph sends its messages to ships at sea
Sending out its Dit dit-dah-dit dah-dit... Dit dit-dah-dit dah-dit Dit dit-dah-dit dah-dit...
I was young and shy, detached and sad Spent my days indoors, a home-bound lad Hardly spoke, few friends I kept myself to myself Quite alone
Then I found Marconi's Telegraph It could span the planet's width by half Fifty yards, two thousand miles The same! Touch the spark...sound the tone
And the night was alive With a thousand voices Fighting to be heard And each and every one of them Connected to me...
And my life came alive With a thousand voices Tapping out each word Like a thousand people Joined with a single heartbeat
Tapping out our Dit dit-dah-dit dah-dit Dit dit-dah-dit dah-dit Dit dit-dah-dit dah Everywhere...
BARRETT & BRIDE Marry me
So alive with a thousand voices
May the lord who watches all Watch over thee
And every one of them connected to me
Marry me
So alive with a thousand voices May God's heaven be your blanket As you sleep  those people Joined with a single heartbeat
Tapping out our
Dit dit-dah-dit dah-dit Marry me... Dit dit-dah-dit dah-dit Marry me... Dit dit-dah-dit da
BARRETT Signed "Fred."

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Roger brings tranquility to Gordon's hectic life.
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I'd rather be sailing,
Yes, I would. On an open sea I'd stand at the railing
If I could Feeling wild and free
The sun is on my neck,
The wind is in my face The water's incredibly blue And I'd rather be sailing Yes, I'd wanna go sail And then come home to you
Sex is good
But I'd rather be sailing Food is nice
But I'd rather be sailing People are swell
But I'd rather be sailing Over the horizon
And I'd rather be sailing,
Yes, I would On an open sea I'd stand there
Inhaling if I could Feeling wild and free
The sun is on my neck,
The wind is in my face The sea is incredibly blue And I'd rather be sailing Yes, I'd wanna go sail And then come home to you
I'd rather be sailing Yes, I'd wanna go sail And then come home to you

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At the funeral for Malcolm's mother, he and Ethan subtly announce their relationship.
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Is it the wind, over my shoulder? Is it the wind that I hear gently whispering? Are you alone, there in the valley? No not alone for you walk, you walk with me

Is it the wind there, over my shoulder? Is it your voice calling quietly? Over the hilltop, down in the valley Never alone for you walk with me

When evening falls and the air gets colder When shadows cover the road I am following Will I be alone there in the darkness? No, not alone, not alone and I'll never be

Never alone you are walking You're walking with me

Is it the wind there, over my shoulder? Is it your voice calling quietly? Over the hilltop, down in the valley Never alone for you walk with me Over the hilltop, down in the valley Never alone for you walk with me

Never alone for you walk with me

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Agnes questions her place in life now that her children are independent.
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This is very strange. Everything is changing. Suddenly a door Can slam.

This is very strange. Suddenly we're strangers. And I start to wonder Who I am.

What is a woman? What is she made of? Why is a woman afraid of Not being in love?

What is a woman? What does she long for? Why is it wrong for a woman To be all alone?

Young girls are April With rainbows and changes. One day they grow up And April is over forever

To be a woman Means being lonely. That's why a woman is only Alive when in love.

Young girls are April With rainbows and changes. One day they grow up And April is over forever.

To be a woman Means being lonely. That's why a woman Is only alive When in love.

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A mother has memories of her son playing the piano.
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I had a son He was one of a kind Son of a gun We were too intertwined

I look damn good in a hat My black dress hides the fact I don't want sympathy He was here and now he's gone The music still plays on I see the keys And I freeze No surprise This is how he Thinks I'll be When he dies

I'll be gracious and aloof Or I'll climb on the roof Shouting obscenities He was here and now he's gone The music still plays on

The music still plays on And on and on and on Loud and fast and clear The music still plays on And on and on and on Even though you're not here My dear

Married too young I was brash, I was bold Married too young And divorced far too old

Husband sleeker than a horse He rears and flies off course I liked his pedigree Love is here and then it's gone The music still plays on

The music still plays on And on and on and on As my men depart The music still plays on And on and on and on Transmitted through my foolish heart

So, stay away I'm okay, I'm ahead What came to pass Once and as one is dead

Love is stupid and it bleeds It satisfies my needs I think it's wonderful Once it was wonderful Love is here and then it's gone The music still plays on They were here and now their gone The music still plays on And on and on

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Grace explains that she doesn't want young people becoming millworkers because of the physical demands.
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Now my grandfather was a sailor, He blew in off the water My father was a farmer I, his only daughter, Took up with a no-good millworking man from Massachusetts Who dies from too much whiskey And leaves me these three faces to feed

Millwork ain't easy; mill-work ain't hard Millwork, it ain't nothing but an awful boring job I'm waiting for a day dream To take me through the morning And put me in my coffee break Where I can have a sandwich and remember

Then it's me and my machine For the rest of the morning For the rest of the afternoon And the rest of my life

Now my mind begins to wander To the days back on the farm I can see my father smiling at me, Swingin' on his arm I can hear my grand-dad's stories Of the storms out on Lake Erie Where vessels and cargos and fortunes And sailor's lives were lost

Yes, but it's my life has been wasted, And I have been the fool To let this manufacture use my body for a tool. I can ride home in the evening, Staring at my hands Swearing by my sorrow that a young girl Ought to stand a better chance

So may I work the mills Just as long as I am able And never meet the man whose Name is on the label

It be me and my machine For the rest of the morning For the rest of the afternoon And the rest of my life

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Sharon, an Irish-American woman, misses her home overseas.
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I hear a bird, Londonderry bird, It well may be he's bringing me a cheering word. I hear a breeze, a River Shanon breeze, It well may be it's followed me across the seas. Then tell me please

How are things in Glocca Morra? Is that little brook still leaping there? Does it still run down to Donny cove? Through Killybegs, Kilkerry and Kildare?

How are things in Glocca Morra? Is that willow tree still weeping there? Does that lassie with the twinklin' eye Come smilin' by and does she walk away,

Sad and dreamy there not to see me there? So I ask each weepin' willow and each brook along the way, And each lass that comes a-sighin' too ra lay How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day?

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An usher sings about broken Hollywood dreams
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Professor Bhaer writes to Jo about his life in New York.
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PROFESSOR BHAER (reads from a letter, spoken): 'And how are you, sir?'

(Sung) She asks how I am. And so: how am I? My days are the usual days. I wake up, I go out. Time goes by.

My days are exactly the days I have lived since arriving here. In fact, how I am is amazed how this comforts me year by year. I work and I eat. Life is muffins and jam. The house is nice and quiet now. That is how I am.

Five years in these rooms reading Hegel and Kant. My mind is devoted to thoughts of the meaning of life. What more could I want? So why is it lately I find I'm uneasy all through the night? And why even now does my skin feel explosive as dynamite? Why does my heart pound like a battering ram? How can she ask me how I am? How I am is fine!

(Begins to write a letter back) 'Dear Miss March, there is nothing dramatic or new to report. This will be short. Morning and evening I live in my usual way. On the day you return you will see for yourself! Tell me, Miss March, are you happy so far From the clang and the beat of our turbulent street? Quite often I think of our days in New York. Though of course since you went I have quite content.'

(Rips the letter up) ACH! I wake up in the morning and all that I hear is the absence of sound. YES! My peace is disturbed but the ruckus is me as my thought run aground. I wanted a life by myself in these rooms. But now all around me another life looms. Who asked her to come and go and to leave me like that? And now she expects me to send her a note? With words, if I spoke, that would stick in my throat! Who asked her to change how I live, how I think, how I am?

She asks how I am. How can I reply? I go through my daily routine. I give lessons, I wait. Time goes by.

Yet lately I find there is pleasure in humming a silly tune. And some days I go to the park and I sit there all afternoon. Some evenings I swear I can hear a door slam. The house is far to quiet now. That is how I am.

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