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From Kurt Weill’s “Street Scene”.
Mrs. Maurrant sings of her unhappy marriage to the bullying Frank, of her faded dreams, and her hope that one day there’ll be a brighter day. Soon she will seek solace with Sankey the milk collector, the neighbours will gossip, and eventually Maurrant will kill them both. The big song from the opera. Somehow I never could believe That life was meant to be all dull and grey. Somehow I always will believe there’ll be a brighter day. Folks should try to find a way to get along together, a way to make the world a friendly happy place, full of laughter and kind words, and friendliness on ev’rybody’s face. But somehow in the world that I grew up in the streets were dark with mis’ry and distress. The endless daily grind was too much for them. It took away all hope of happiness. When I was a girl, I remember, I used to dream about a party dress to wear. But I never had a party dress, and I guess my dreams got lost somewhere – nobody seemed to care. But when I grew up I said, “I’ll make it!” For I believed there’d be a lucky star above me. In the fairy tales I read, the maiden always said: “I know I’ll find a fairy prince to love me.” So I went wand’ring down the pavements of New York, and through the subway’s roaring tunnels underground hoping I’d discover some wonderful lover. Frank was the one that I found. Oh, on the day that we were married, I took a flower from my bouquet and I pressed it in a book and put the book away. Sometimes now I go and take a look, the flower’s dry, the perfume’s gone, the petals all turned grey. Oh dream of love! Should love turn out that way? Should love turn out that way? But then the babies came. Their little arms made a ring-around-a-rosy about me. Yet as they grew older, they, too, seemed to grow away, until even Willie, my little boy Willie – seems he can get along without me. I don’t know – looks like something awful happens in the kitchens where women wash their dishes Days turn to months, months turn to years, The greasy soap-suds drown our wishes. There’s got to be a little happiness somewhere, some hand to touch that’s warm and kind! And there must be two smiling eyes somewhere That will smile back into mine. I never could believe that life was meant to be all dull and grey. I always will believe there’ll be a brighter day! Music
by: Kurt Weill |
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