25. OPENING DOORS – Merrily We Roll Along KARAOKE (Lyrics in desc)

Описание: Instrumental from the 2023 Broadway revival recording with Jonathan Groff, Daniel Radcliffe, Lindsay Mendez, Reg Rogers, Katie Rose Clarke, Sherz Aletaha and Leana Rae Concepcion. Composed by Stephen Sondheim.

LYRICS:

[FRANK]
How's it going?

[CHARLEY]
Good. You?

[FRANK]
Fair.

[CHARLEY]
Yeah, tell me.

[FRANK]
Russian Tea Room.

[MARY]
Hi.

[FRANK]
Mary.

[CHARLEY]
Say hello.

[MARY]
I think I got a job.

[FRANK]
Where?

[MARY]
True Romances.

[FRANK]
Posing?

[MARY]
Thank you, writing captions.

[FRANK]
What about the book?

[MARY]
What about the book?

[FRANK]
Nothing, are you working on the book?

[MARY]
Yes.

[FRANK]
Good.

[MARY]
No.

[FRANK]
Mary.

[MARY]
Right, I know, yes, me and Balzac...

[CHARLEY]
I finished the one-act.

[FRANK]
I got an audition —

[MARY]
I started the story.

[FRANK]
— Rehearsal pianist.

[CHARLEY]
So where are we eating?

[MARY]
I'm moving to Playboy.

[FRANK]
The publisher called me.

[CHARLEY]
I'm doing a rewrite.

[MARY]
My parents are coming.

[FRANK]
I saw My Fair Lady —

[CHARLEY]
I rewrote the rewrite.

[FRANK]
— I sort of enjoyed it.

[MARY]
I threw out the story.

[CHARLEY]
I'm meeting an agent.

[ALL THREE]
We'll all get together on Sunday.
We're opening doors,
Singing, "Here we are!"
We're filling up days on a dime.
That faraway shore's
Looking not too far.
We're following every star.
There's not enough time!

[FRANK]
I called a producer —

[CHARLEY]
I sent off the one-act.

[MARY]
I started the story.

[FRANK]
— He said to come see him.

[CHARLEY]
I dropped out of college.

[MARY]
I met this musician.

[FRANK]
I'm playing a nightclub.

[CHARLEY]
They're doing my one-act.

[MARY]
I'm working for Redbook.

[FRANK]
I rewrote the ballad.

[MARY]
I finished the story.

[CHARLEY]
We started rehearsals.

[MARY]
I threw out the story and
Then the musician,
I'm moving to Popular Science.

[ALL THREE]
We're opening doors,
Singing, "Look who's here!"
Beginning to sail
On a dime.
That faraway shore's
Getting very near!
We haven't a thing to fear —
We haven't got time!

[FRANK]
Bum-bum-bu-bum-bum bum-bum...
La-da-da-na-na na-na...
How's it coming?

[CHARLEY]
Good. You?

[FRANK]
Done!

[CHARLEY]
One minute...

[FRANK]
Hamburg Heaven...

[MARY]
Hi.

[FRANK]
Mary.

[CHARLEY]
Say hello.

[MARY]
I got another job.

[FRANK]
Where?

[MARY]
Chic.

[FRANK]
What's that?

[MARY]
A brand new concept: pop-up pictures.

[FRANK]
What about the book?

[MARY]
What about the book?

[FRANK]
Did you give the publisher the book?

[MARY]
Yes.

[FRANK]
Good.

[MARY]
No.

[FRANK]
Mary.

[MARY]
Look, I never —

[CHARLEY]
Finished!

[FRANK]
Let me call you back.

[MARY]
Right.

[CHARLEY]
This is just a draft.

[FRANK]
Right.

[CHARLEY]
Probably it stinks.

[FRANK]
Right.

[CHARLEY]
Haven't had the time to do a polish...

[FRANK]
Will you sing?

[CHARLEY]
Right!

Who wants to live in New York?
Who wants the worry,
The noise, the dirt, the heat?
Who wants the garbage cans
Clanging in the streets?
Suddenly I do.

They're always popping their cork —
I'll fix that line —
The cops, the cabbies,
The salesgirls up at Saks.
You gotta have a real
Taste for maniacs...
Suddenly I do!

[JOE]
That's great! That's swell!
The other stuff as well.
It isn't every day
You hear a score this strong

But fellas, if I may,
There's only one thing wrong:

There's not a tune you can hum.
There's not a tune you go
Bum-bum-bum-di-dum —
You need a tune to go
Bum-bum-bum-di-dum —
Give me a melody!

Why can't you throw 'em a crumb?
What's wrong with letting 'em
Tap their toes a bit?
I'll let you know when Stravinsky has a hit.
Give me a melody!

Oh, sure, I know,
It's not that kind of show.
But can't you have a score
That's sort of in-between?
Look, play a little more, I'll
Show you what I mean...

[CHARLEY]
Who wants to live in New York?
I always hated the dirt,
The heat, the noise.
But ever since I met you, I —

[JOE]
Listen, boys, maybe it's me,
But that's just not a
Hum-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-
Mm-ma-ble melody!
Write more, work hard,
Leave your name with the girl.
Less avant garde,
Leave your name with the girl.
Just write a plain old
Melodee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee...
Dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee...

[CHARLEY]
They're stopping rehearsals,
They ran out of money...

[MARY]
We lasted one issue.
My book was rejected...

[FRANK]
The nightclub was raided.
I have to start coaching...

[MARY]
My parents are coming.

[CHARLEY]
They screwed up the laundry.

[FRANK]
My wallet was stolen.

[MARY]
I saw the musician.

[CHARLEY]
We're being evicted.

[MARY]
I'm having a breakdown.

[ALL THREE]
We'll all get together on Sunday.
They're slamming the doors,
Singing, "Go away!"
It's less of a sail than a climb.
That faraway shore's farther every day.
We're learning to ricochet...
We still have a lot to say...

[FRANK]
You know what we'll do?

[CHARLEY]
What?

[FRANK]
We'll do a revue.

[CHARLEY]
What?

[MARY]
What?

[FRANK]
We'll do a revue of our own!

[MARY]
What?

[CHARLEY]
Where?

[MARY]
Why?

[CHARLEY]
When?

(Lyrics continued in comments)