Russian Movie / Good Times
Molina
Flame of St. Petersburg, the final reel, Tatyana Alexandrova,
vedette du cabaret, is singing her final number…
Aurora
Aaah, aaah, aaah…
Molina
All of St. Petersburg is there. The Tsar himself is in the audience.
It is a farewell performance, for tomorrow she will become the
Countess Ostrovsky.
Aurora
There’s going to be good times
Nothing but good times
They’re going to be scattering today
And all of those bad times
Those terrible bad times
Are going to be packing up and leaving town today
So put on a smile
Start waving your hand
Whatever was grim is going to be grand
And…
There’s going to be good times
Nothing but good times
Good times are coming your way
Molina
Cut to her dressing room and her faithful maid, Lisette
“Madame”
Aurora
Yes, Lisette!
Molina
“This note arrived for you”
Aurora
“Count Ostrovsky has deceived you.
Your lover, the student
revolutionary Bolshevik anarchist, Anatol, will be shot
as he
waits for you in vain on the Pushkin bridge this evening at
the stroke of midnight.
A friend.”
I must save him, summon my troika.
Molina
“But, Madame. the danger!”
Aurora
Not a word, Lisette. Pas un mot!
To be in love is the sweetest thing.
But to risk everything for love is even sweeter!
Voice (Warden)
Tatyana, my love
Aurora
C’est lui, Ostrovsky
Molina
“How you hate him!”
Aurora
Oh, God!
Voice
My carriage is waiting, my love!
Aurora
Quick. There’s no time. I must slip out the back way.
Hold him at bay for as long as you can.
Voice
Tatyana!
Aurora
Adieu, Lisette. Courage.
Voice
Tatyana!
Molina
Cut to dark shadowy streets. Snow is falling.
The wind is whistling. A night of terror the clock
strikes midnight.
Tatyana dismisses her trolka driver
and as she hurries down the empty, terrifying,
night-shadowed streets, her whole life swirls before her.
At last she sees the bridge over the canal and in the
light of a solitary streetlamp, her lover.
She is in time.
She will save him. They will flee to Paris.
She begins to run but his figure seems to recede.
It’s like a terrible dream.
Aurora
Anatol!
Molina
He turns. His eyes light up. He calls to her.
Valentin
Tatyana!
Molina
Bang. Close up.
Joy, not pain, illuminates her features
Courage, not fear, is writ across her face.
This is not death. This is ecstasy
Aurora
Anatol, my Anatol!
I wanted to warn you!
Anatol
“What have you done for me, my Tatyana?”
Aurora
Nothing, nothing, my Anatol!
Molina
Red blood stains the snowy street.
She is fading fast. But she is in her lover’s arms again at last,
And somehow forever.
So put on a smile
Start waving your hand
Whatever was grim is going to be grand.
And…
There’s going to be good times
Nothing but good times
Viva la guerra, viva la revolucion, viva-!
Valentin
Good times are coming our way…
Molina
Fade to black
The end.
The Day After That
Valentin
It was made out of mud
And pieces of tin
And boxes nailed together
Cardboard boxes
My castle
My home
And we slept on the floor
My sister and I
With gunny sacks for our pillows
Coughing, hungry, cosy
My home
And every Sunday on our knees
We would thank the Lord
For his bountiful blessings
And our mother poured soup
Into little cracked bowls
As she spoke of something better
Beef steak, maybe, someday
My home
And that lady had eyes
That were empty and cold
At the ripe old age of thirty
Death came
Welcome
To my home
And still that Sunday
On our knees
How we thanked the Lord
For his bountiful blessings
And my sister and I
Swore the day that we left
There’d be no more children like us
In the filth there in the heat there.
In the smell there
And no more Sundays
On our knees
Would we thank the Lord
For his bountiful blessings
And we came to the city
And begged for our food
Then, one April day we heard it
Thunder rumbling
One man speaking
Thousands singing …
Someday we’ll be free
I promise you, we’ll be free
If not tomorrow
Then the day after that
And the candles in our hands
Will illuminate this land
If not tomorrow
Then the day after that
And the world that gives us pain
That fills our lives with fear
On the day after that
Will disappear
And the war we’ve fought to win
I promise you, we will win
If not tomorrow
Then the day after that
Or the day after that
Valentin and families of the disappeared
Someday we’ll be free
I promise you, we’ll be free
If not tomorrow
Then (Or) the day after that
And the candles in our hands
Will illuminate this land
If not tomorrow
Then the day after that
And the world that gives us pain
That fills our lives with fear
On the day after that
Will disappear
Will disappear
And the war we’ve fought to win
I promise you, we will win
If not tomorrow
Then the day after that
Or the day after that
Or the day after that
Or the day after that
Or the day after that
Or the day
After that!
Mama, It’s Me
Molina
Mama, it’s me
Mama, I’m coming to get you
It won’t be much longer
Mama, you’ll see
But don’t try to talk now
You’ve got to get stronger
Soon, we’ll be going to movies
I’ll buy you a beautiful things
Wait till you see what tomorrow brings…
Happiness, mama
You never now where it might be
Mama, it’s me. It’s me.
Hush, mama. Hush
You’ve got no reason cry
No, mama, no
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
Anything For Him
Spider Woman
Soon, I feel it
Soon, somehow
I will have him
Any minute now
Molina
I’d do anything for him.
He must know
I’d do anything for him
I want him so
I’ve no interest in his cause,
Let that be
Please God, let him turn around
And look at me
Valentin
He’d do anything for me
I can tell
He’d do anything for me
I know him well
If we touch before he goes
He’ll make that call
He’d do anything for me
Anything at all
Spider Woman
Soon, I feel it
Soon, somehow
I will have him
Any minute now
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Molina He must know I’d do anything for him I want him so I’d do anything for him Large or small I’d do anything for him Anything at all |
Valentin He’d do anything for me I can tell He’d do anything for me I know him well If we touch before he goes He’ll make that call He’d do anything for me Anything at all |
Spider Woman
Soon, I feel it
Soon, somehow
I will have him
Any minute now
|
Molina He must know I’d do anything for him I want him so I’d do anything for him Large or small I’d do anything for him Anything at all |
Valentin He’d do anything for me I can tell He’d do anything for me I know him well If we touch before he goes He’ll make that call He’d do anything for me Anything at all |
Anything at all
Anything at all
Kiss of the Spider Woman
Spider Woman
Sooner or later
You’re certain to meet
In the bedroom, the parlor or even the street
There’s no place on earth
You’re likely to miss
Her kiss
Sooner or later
In sunlight or gloom
When the red candles flicker
She’ll walk in the room
And the curtains will shake and the fire will hiss
Here comes her kiss
And the moon grows dimmer
At the tide’s low ebb
And her black beads shimmer
And you’re aching to move
But you’re caught in the web
Of the Spider Woman
In her velvet cape
You can scream
But you cannot escape
Sooner or later your love will arrive
And she touches your heart
You’re alert and alive
But there’s only one pin
That can puncture such bliss
Her kiss
Sooner or later you bathe in success
And your minions salute
They say nothing but “YES”
But your power is empty
It fades like the mist
Once you’ve been kissed
And the moon grows dimmer
At the tide’s low ebb
And your breath comes faster
And you’re aching to move
But you’re caught in the web
Of the Spider Woman
In her velvet cape
You can run
You can scream
You can hide
But you cannot escape!
Only In the Movies
Molina
Optimistic endings
Passionate romances
Beautifully beefy heroes
Taking death defying chances
You’re certain to meet
Only in the movies
Decorous Madonnas
Totally compliant
Challenging the villain bravely
Both high busted and defiant
Only in the movies
But marble floors to glide on
And loop the loops to ride on
And sultry girls beginning some beguine
I found, as I grew older
And life became much colder
Were, to my sorrow,
Nowhere to be seen
And so, I sprayed a little perfume
Dabbed a little powder
And Suddenly the muted strings
Began to play a little louder
And though I knew the difference
I kept on pretending
I was in the movies
But everything changed when I met you
You’ve changed my life somehow
Everything changed when I met you
I find I walk in Technicolor now
And as this princess lay dying
She raised her lovely head
And as her lover knelt beside her
This is what she said
Looking into those steely blue eyes of his
She cried
“Viva la guerra!”
“Viva la revolucion!”
“Viva…” whatever it is!
Valentin
His name was Molina
All
His name was Molina
His name was Molina
His name was Molina