The Weekly Volcano Press

作词:佚名

作曲:Jason Howland,Mindi Dickstein

所属专辑:Little Women The Musical

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歌曲名 The Weekly Volcano Press 歌手名 Little Women Original Broadway Cast

作词:

作曲:Jason Howland+Mindi Dickstein

I came to New York on a dream

I knew it might take me a while

But all I've been hearing since I arrived

Is Leave it right there on the pile

So today I woke up

And decided it's time

Time to achieve

Time to thrive

Time to climb

Miss March tell us what happened

Sometimes when you dream

Your dream is just a guess

Sometimes when you work really hard

You don't know

If you'll ever find success

So I grabbed a story to sell

And got ready to raise hell

Then I marched out the door

And headed right for

The Weekly Volcano Press

Henry Dashwood now he's a man of taste

Dashwod was a fiend

He sneered at my distress

Tossed my story high on a stack

But I was determined I would progress

I said Sir I'll wait while you read

But alas he disagreed

So I jumped on a chair

And read it right there at

The Weekly Volcano Press

You did what

Keep away from me you wretch

I cannot keep away

Your beauty draws me

Your passion ignites me

Oh it's the one with all

the horror in it

The blood bath

That's the one

But I took to heart what you said

And I embellished

I made it better

I've got to have you

I defy you

I will take you

Let my by you

Let go Let go

Let go Let go Let go

Rodrigo appears in magnificent splendor

Unhand that women villain

Who are you

I am your destiny

Your bitterest foe

I've come to avenge your plights

Of ten years ago

Run to the forest

Run

I can't

The forest is dangerous

My sister went in there and never returned

You must risk it

You must take the dark path

Your fate awaits you there

She will never escape me

Hurry

En Garde

Go

No

Ahhh

Dashwood was aghast

But I could not care less

Words I spoke ignited the air

I felt like a publishing lioness

That's when Dashwood started to shout

And I thought he'd throw me out

But then I persevered and a forest appeared

At the weekly volcano press

The forest is dark and scary

Clarissa enters trembling

Fearful of what fate awaits her

She comes to a fork in the road

And stops

Which way do I go

A Hag appears

I can help you choose

But you must make a sacrifice

Give me something dear

Those combs are nice

Without these combs

What will I be

Perhaps a hag as dull as me

I can't

You'll never know your destiny

Unless you give up vanity

I've got to know

Please show me where to go

Your fate awaits you

There

The path is perioulous

She avoids swamps

She looses her footing

Her shoes tumble off

The sleeve of her dress gets caught

On a twisted limb

She comes to wild rapids

And can go no further

How shall I get across

A troll appears

If you want to cross

You must pay me

I've the only boat that can get you there alive

I see you wear a necklace

That holds a pretty jewel

My price to get across

Is what you're wearing while your neck

Oh how its glitter makes me drool

I've nothing left but this

My prospects are so bleak

You'll never know what wisdom is

Until you give up all your riches

Here It's yours

Now show me distant shores

I'll take you to your fate

Sometimes when you dream

Your dreams come true

In extraordinary ways

Suddenly a day can be so amazing

And sometimes when you yearn

You burn the air

And someone else feels the flame

You always knew was there

Stop please

I cannot stop

Can you not give a tired old

Knight some assistance

I have nothing left to give

Give me your time

My fate awaits me

Can you not care for me

It's been years since

I felt the touch of another hand

Then take mine

And take my shawl

Ragged as it is

You have now completed your journey

My sword is yours

It will protect you against your enemies

You may now return to the moors

Your fate is in your hands

And clarissa raced from the forest

Raced to the moors where she called

I have returned Braxton

I will free the moors of your tyranny

Fight me

I'd always knew you'd come back to me

They always do

Ahhh

Clarissa thrusts

She parries she backs up Braxton

And pins him against a tree

She leaps up onto a craggy rock

Her sword swishing and swooshing

Never had she been more determined

She is on fire

Pity she hadn't taken dueling lessons

Out of no where who should return

But the long forgotten

Rodrigo

This is your end villain

I've waited a life time to destroy you

Who are you

I am your worst nightmare Braxton

I am Her sister

Ahh

Whaaaaa

And then Dashwood got on his knees

Crying Sell this to me please

Miss March

Then he ordered four more

Now I'm writing for

The Weekly Volcano Press

I'm ready for destiny

My tresses are curled

I'll take what is rightly mine

With curtains unfurled

I will not quit I won't be forgotten

I'll shine I'll dazzle and more

I'm ready to take a bow

I've taken a solemn vow

My destiny here and now

I'll astonish the world

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