This 11 o'clock number from HAIRSPRAY has always been a quiet favorite of mine. But boy oh boy are these lyrics so incredibly relevant in this country right now.
There are so many powerful versions of this song. I've found myself listening a lot lately to this performance from my favorite Motormouth: the legendary Ms. Darlene Love. Impossible to watch this and not FEEL this song:
It’s a great song and I too have been thinking about Hairspray, Ragtime, etc. But I’ve been interested in hearing more work from black writers, which unfortunately is a very limited search when it comes to musical theatre. I have Color Purple and The Wiz, but that’s about all I can find. Any recommendations?
zamedy2 said: "This 11 o'clock number from HAIRSPRAY has always been a quiet favorite of mine. But boy oh boy are these lyrics so incredibly relevant in this country right now.
There are so many powerful versions of this song. I've found myself listening a lot lately to this performance from my favorite Motormouth: the legendary Ms. Darlene Love. Impossible to watch this and not FEEL this song:
darreyl102 said: "zamedy2 said: "This 11 o'clock number from HAIRSPRAY has always been a quiet favorite of mine. But boy oh boy are these lyrics so incredibly relevant in this country right now.
There are so many powerful versions of this song. I've found myself listening a lot lately to this performance from my favorite Motormouth: the legendary Ms. Darlene Love. Impossible to watch this and not FEEL this song:
CATSNYrevival said: "It's written by two old white guys, you know."
Who fought tooth-and-nail to have the song kept in the show. The producers and heads bawkled at the song and said that the 11 o clock number should belong to Tracy. Mark and Scott argued that it was important to showcase who the show was really about. In that the song belong to those people: the African American people, who were at the heart of the struggle.
latitudex1 said: "darreyl102 said: "zamedy2 said: "This 11 o'clock number from HAIRSPRAY has always been a quiet favorite of mine. But boy oh boy are these lyrics so incredibly relevant in this country right now.
There are so many powerful versions of this song. I've found myself listening a lot lately to this performance from my favorite Motormouth: the legendary Ms. Darlene Love. Impossible to watch this and not FEEL this song:
darreyl102 said: "CATSNYrevival said: "It's written by two old white guys, you know."
Who fought tooth-and-nail to have the song kept in the show. The producers and heads bawkled at the song and said that the 11 o clock number should belong to Tracy. Mark and Scott argued that it was important to showcase who the show was really about. In that the song belong to those people: the African American people, who were at the heart of the struggle."
What do you mean? That you don't feel that the song is appropriate for the time? That we don't need love and positivity right now?"
Speak from a place of I, darreyl102.
I acknowledge that you might need love and positivity and comfort.
But also understand that the mindspace for all those oooey-gooey emotions does not exist for some of us. Many of us want to scream. Many of us want to fight. Many of us are saying, "Well, what the hell changed?" Many of us are trying to keep the message going before the flame runs out.
It's not always about unity and love. Sometimes its about pain and action.
But I recognize that this type of shift is hating for some. That for some, this all "came out of nowhere." So I don't begrudge you your comfort.
I'll propose another anthem for right now: (also written parenthetically by two white folks)
There's a day of hope May I live to see, When our hearts are happy And our souls are free. Let the new day dawn, Oh, Lord, I pray. We'll never get to heaven Till we reach that day.
A day of peace. A day of pride. A day of justice We have been denied. Let the new day dawn, Oh, Lord, I pray... We'll never get to heaven Till we reach that day.
Come ye cool cool conservative men The likes of which may never be seen again We have land, cash in hand Self-command, future planned Fortune flies, society survives In neatly ordered lives with well-endowered wives
We sing hosanna, hosanna To our breeding and our banner We are cool
Come ye cool cool considerate set We'll dance together to the same minuet To the right, ever to the right Never to the left, forever to the right May our creed be never to exceed Regulated speed, no matter what the need
We sing hosanna, hosanna Enblazoned on our banner Is keep cool
What we do we do rationally We never ever go off half-cocked, not we Why begin till we know that we can win And if we cannot win why bother to begin?
Rutledge: We say this game's not of our choosing Why should we risk losing?
All: We are cool
To the right, ever to the right Never to the left, forever to the right We have gold, a market that will hold Tradition that is old, a reluctance to be bold.
Dickinson: I sing hosanna, hosanna In a sane and lucid manner We are cool
All: Come ye cool cool considerate men The likes of which may never be seen again With our land, cash in hand Self-command, future planned And we'll hold to our gold Tradition that is old, reluctant to be bold. We say this game's not of our choosing Why should we risk losing?
We cool, cool, cool Cool, cool, cool Cool cool men.
Someone in a Tree2 said: "I'll propose another anthem for right now: (also written parenthetically by two white folks)
There's a day of hope May I live to see, When our hearts are happy And our souls are free. Let the new day dawn, Oh, Lord, I pray. We'll never get to heaven Till we reach that day.
A day of peace. A day of pride. A day of justice We have been denied. Let the new day dawn, Oh, Lord, I pray... We'll never get to heaven Till we reach that day."