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The Fugitive King
(Der Flüchtende König)
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Ça Ira. There Is Hope. (26.09.2005) |
Bearbeiter: Hey You Stand: 10.02.2008 18:11:27 Akt III, Szene 1
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The Fugitive King |
RINGMASTER And high above, Homing in the restless sky, Rooks, melancholy, proclaim a schism between God, sacred, and the Crown, profane Between the heavens and the King The dark horizon cracks a crooked grin, Admitting one small grain of change Then two, then four, then bit by bit, Then tock by tick All the old presumptions hove in rings
KING The King is afraid that his kingdom is slipping away
QUEEN The Queen pines for the good times at Versailles
KING He works on his locks to the sound of the ticking of clocks
QUEEN The children play in a garden that's ringed with steel
KING They wanted to visit St. Cloud to be able to
KING & QUEEN Breathe in the air
OFFICER The National Guard forbade them to leave
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KING & QUEEN But the Marquis of Boulli had a trump card up his sleeve
RINGMASTER The Marquis of Boulli a good General And fiercely loyal to the crown With his army in the East Hatched a plan to see the King released
QUEEN The Queen assuming the title Baroness Korrf Her papers signed by the King of course Set forth before the break of day To join up with Boulli in Alsace Lorraine
OFFICER From the shadows King Louis disguised as a humble valet Sneaks out to make his getaway With a small entourage of course
OFFICER & CHORUS Just a few hundred light horse
TROUBLEMAKER Well let him go, let him run, with his Austrian whore
TROUBLEMAKER & MALE CHORUS Let him go to Prussia
OFFICER & MALE CHORUS Let him go to Austria Let him go and die there
TROUBLEMAKER & MALE CHORUS Let him go
OFFICER & MALE CHORUS Let him go
TROUBLEMAKER, OFFICER & MALE CHORUS Let him rot with his Austrian Queen
CHORUS That the Republic at last can come into being But wait, fate would intervene
OFFICER A keen-eyed postmaster by chance
OFFICER & CHORUS Recognized the King and Queen and
CHORUS Rode ahead to raise the alarm
RINGMASTER In Parliament the moderates have their say
CONDORCET The King has not fled He was kidnapped instead And spirited away
OFFICER To suggest that the King would run is a damnable lie
CONDORCET It sticks in our throats and conflicts with our national pride
OFFICER But the Austrian court And Brunswick of course Say they'll declare war If the King's not restored
TROUBLEMAKER (mimicking Brunswick) You must leave the King alone Or all of Paris will be torn down Down to the very last stone
TROUBLEMAKER & OFFICER Paris will be pulverized Down to the very last bone
QUEEN When the carriage returned The acrid smoke of bridges burned Hung heavy like a stifled sigh And they say the Queen had a tear in her eye
OFFICER When through the carriage window Louis turned to face his peers A loyal friend, the Comte de Dampierre Doffed his cap with elegance In deference to the King A brave and foolish thing to do In light of the prevailing mood
CHORUS A few drops in her eye A nice touch, a good try Too little, too late For a last roll of the die
RINGMASTER & CHORUS The crowd in a gesture less than elegant Brutally remove his head
RINGMASTER Brutally remove his head
CHORUS Brutally remove his head |
CHILDREN'S CHORUS To take your hat off Is the gesture of a toff But even his lordship needs a head To take his hat off of So Dampierre lost his life By being somewhat too polite In face of all the pain and fear that festered For more than a thousand years
SERGEANT (off stage) By the left, quick march!
CHILDREN'S CHORUS Dampierre has lost his head The King has lost his crown The carriage rolls through the streets The crowd jeers, the wheels squeak Hey, hey, what goes around Always comes around
MALE CHORUS In Germany and England They celebrate our liberty Over there by and by They'll have their 14th of July In Germany and England they fete our
MALE CHORUS & CHILDREN Liberty
OFFICER The National Assembly try to whitewash the King
MALE CHORUS His brothers in law Are camped on every border They fear to depose him Would mean war
MARIE MARIANNE, RINGMASTER, OFFICER & CHORUS But feelings run deep And the man in the street Hungry, weak but unbowed Scents the taste so sweet of peacock meat As it wafts over the crowd So they march to the Champs de Mars To demand Republic now
CHILDREN'S CHORUS Republic here, now, today The National Assembly Has got it wrong
SERGEANT Present...
CHILDREN'S CHORUS We sing in the Champs de Mars
SERGEANT Take Aim...
CHILDREN'S CHORUS We sing of what we want
SERGEANT FIRE!
CHILDREN'S CHORUS Repub--
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RINGMASTER The echoes never fade from the fusillade Lafayette fired upon An unarmed crowd, six thousand strong The fragile ship of State Sinks beneath the waves The crashing sea of blood Drowns out the sound of the parade The tidied up the Champs de Mars They piled up the dead The dead whose only crime had been To dream of freedom The dead who'd never get to see The King would be restored instead |
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