The Wanting Of You

(The Student on Avenue B)

LYRICS:
I’m walking in my head down Avenue B
As the echo of a guitar strums
Tightening my overcoat
And waiting for contentment
Like a bus that never comes
Crushing my hat over angry hair
I beg my pocket for a cigarette
And instead I find a nickel
And a crumpled little napkin
With a poem for a lover I need to forget…

The wanting of you
It colors everything I do
It’s in my house and in my bed
It’s there in every tear I shed
When I don’t think I’ll make it through

The wanting of you
It is my unsurrendered prayer
I trace your hands upon my skin
How did I dare to let you in
It’s almost more than I can bear
The wanting of you

I patronize myself as I take my chair
In the couldn’t care less café
Accept the silent greeting of the mother with the baby
And the model with the black shar pei
There’s a NYU kid who raises one lid
Then goes back to his thousand page book…
And I spend another morning tracing stories in the oatmeal
That some Spanish guy did not remember to cook…

The wanting of you
It wakes me up at half past two
With long gone shadows I converse
I think it can’t get any worse
But how I know that isn’t true

The wanting of you
It is a never ending storm
I wear it everywhere I go
Just like a coat that doesn’t know
That it’s supposed to keep me warm.

You…
Knocking on my door, stumbling over words
Laughing at my jokes, losing wallets
You,
Never getting mad, sort of getting mad, never understanding
Understanding everything
You
Absolutely right
Absolutely wrong

Everything that matters…

Nothing but a song
Nothing but a song

I step into the bath round a quarter past three
Let the water ease my wounded pride
I wash away my sorrow with a promise of tomorrow
But the water doesn’t let me hide…
The clock on the wall says go ahead stall
You’re entitled to a way to cope…
And I wonder if it isn’t really lonliness that kills you
I think people really die of hope
of hope

The wanting of you
It colors everything I do
It’s in my house and in my bed
It’s there in every tear I shed
When I don’t think I’ll make it through

The wanting of you
It is my unsurrendered prayer
I trace your hands upon my skin
How did I dare to let you in
It’s almost more than I can bear
The wanting of you.

Sonnet XXIX

“The amazing Brian D’Arcy James’ soaring ‘Sonnet 29’ will leave you breathless.” – Next Magazine

“Brian d’Arcy James’ soaring vocal, combined with swelling orchestration, brings a dramatic majesty to Shakespeare’s ‘Sonnet 29.’ ” – Edge Publications

 

LYRICS:
When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf Heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur’d like him, like him with friends possess’d,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

Sing Me A Happy Song

“The jazzy ballad ‘Sing Me a Happy Song’ sounds like it could be right out of an American Standard songbook, and Shoshana Bean gives it an Ella-like touch.” — Edge Publications

LYRICS:
Sing me a happy song.
Just start it, and it won’t be wrong.
Something with life,
Something that’s new.
Sing me a happy song
‘Cause you’ve been blue for far too long.
Oh sing me a simple happy song.

Sing me a lullaby.
Lay with me and don’t ask why.
Rock me to sleep,
Trust that I’m right.
Sing me a lullaby.
Tonight the words won’t make you cry.
Oh sing me a happy lullaby.

There’s nobody else.
They’ve all gone away.
You’re safe in this room,
So let your music play–

And sing me that song at last
‘Cause all our pains are in the past.
Believe me,
We need the music–
So sing me the perfect happy song.

Not Yet

Lyrics:

You wanna know my middle name?
Not yet.
You wanna set my heart aflame?
Not yet.
I’ll surrender everything in time.
You’ll be my reason and my rhyme.
You’ll know my pride; You’ll know my shame.
But not yet.

Some girls tell everything they know.
Not yet.
Some girls reveal what’s down below.
Not yet.
If you stick around, you’re guaranteed.
Your plans to win me will succeed.
My heart will open up and bleed,
But not yet.

I’ve waited far too long
To give myself away.
It took me years to get to know me.
But now you stand here at my door,
Professing love forevermore.
Well, that’s great,
But just wait:
I want you to know me.

You see a vision all in white?
Not yet.
You wanna stay awake all night?
Not yet.
I don’t have a problem with the plan,
But if it turns out you’re the man
Who fades as fast as he began,
I don’t want to forget
What I felt when we met.
Not yet.

My Lifelong Love

Note from Georgia: It is acceptable to change the pronouns (“he/she” and “boy/girl”) to suit the needs of your performance. In case you need further changes, here is an approved alternate lyric, where the subject is a female. Okay by me, as well, if a male sings to a male or a female to a female.

For more insight into the lyric, its development and interpretation, read this interview Georgia did with David Brush at NewMusicalTheatre.com.

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Lyrics:

He wasn’t much to look at.
I wouldn’t call him “fun.”
He was twelve years old,
And I was just eleven.
My friends thought I was crazy,
But my innocence was won
By the boy who introduced my heart to heaven.

He was the smartest boy
In the whole sixth grade,
And I couldn’t believe I’d found him.
Though his teeth were in braces
And his Dockers were frayed,
I just wanted to be around him.
There are men who make you lose yourself
Or fill you with regret,
But Adam won my lifelong love
Because he played the clarinet.

Doo do doo. Doo do doo…

I wanted nothing more
Than to share a stand
With this prodigy of perfection.
I dreamt of afterschool practice
With the junior high band,
Where we’d sit in the woodwind section.
So I marched into the band room
And became a devotee.
For Adam was my lifelong love,
And this would make him notice me.

Doo do doo. Doo doo doo…

Oh… how I practiced.
God, did I suck.
Adam gave lessons;
I was in luck!
All the scales he made me learn by heart.
I had never seen him look so cute!
I told him that his music was an art.
He told me that his girlfriend played the flute.

I was the dumbest girl
In the whole fifth grade,
And now everyone else had seen it.
I announced I’d quit the band;
My decision had been made,
But I wished that I didn’t mean it.
For the music had a hold on me,
Much more than any fling.
I knew I’d found my lifelong love,
And Adam didn’t mean a thing.
The marching band was not for me,
But in the choir, I could sing.

Doo doo doo. Doo doo doo…

He was the smartest boy
In the whole sixth grade.

Alternative Lyrics:

She wasn’t much to look at.
I wouldn’t call her “fun.”
She was twelve years old,
And I was just eleven.
My friends thought I was crazy,
But my innocence was won
By the girl who introduced my heart to heaven.

She was the smartest girl
In the whole sixth grade,
And I couldn’t believe I’d found her.
Though her hair was a mousy mop
Of messy French braid,
I just wanted to be around her.
Sometimes women make you lose yourself
Or fill you with regret,
But Molly won my lifelong love
Because she played the clarinet.

Doo do doo. Doo do doo…

I wanted nothing more
Than to share a stand
With this prodigy of perfection.
I dreamt of afterschool practice
With the junior high band,
Where we’d sit in the woodwind section.
So I marched into the band room
And became a devotee.
For Molly was my lifelong love,
And this would make her notice me.

Doo do doo. Doo doo doo…

Oh… how I practiced.
God, did I suck.
Molly gave lessons;
I was in luck!
All the scales she made me learn by heart.
I had never seen her look so cute!
I told her that her music was an art.
She told me that her boyfriend played the flute.

I was the dumbest boy
In the whole fifth grade,
And now everyone else had seen it.
I announced I’d quit the band;
My decision had been made,
But I wished that I didn’t mean it.
For the music had a hold on me,
Much more than any fling.
I knew I’d found my lifelong love,
And Molly didn’t mean a thing.
The marching band was not for me,
But in the choir, I could sing.

Doo doo doo. Doo doo doo…

She was the smartest girl
In the whole sixth grade.