[00:00.000] 作曲 : Jonathan Christenson
[00:00.645]From the beginning!
[00:05.830]Let the music swell
[00:07.528]Let the Players delight!
[00:10.870]And let dreams come alive
[00:15.006]Ominous lighting please!
[00:18.188]Once upon a cold and stormy
[00:21.941]And a miserable Winter’s day
[00:25.699]Under inauspicious skies
[00:29.333]That were ghastly, gloomy, and grey
[00:33.224]A troop of traveling players
[00:36.656]One of considerable renown
[00:40.682]Brought their not insignificant talents
[00:44.459]To a certain significant town
[00:47.816]Boston!
[00:48.616]The play: “The Spoiled Child”!
[00:51.924]Starred the great Eliza Poe- very graceful!
[00:56.205]In the role of Little Pickle, oh!
[01:02.939]It was really quite a show
[01:03.817]For half a way through act one
[01:06.677]Eliza Poe began to crow!
[01:11.466]And during intermission
[01:14.471]She popped out a little Poe
[01:19.273]But as everybody knows
[01:22.634]Both amateurs and pros
[01:24.516]The show, it simply must go on!
[01:28.374]And so the dresser nursed the babe
[01:30.563]Until the final act was played
[01:32.468]And all Eliza’s gushing fans were gone
[01:38.111][Eliza] Now doubt, now pain
[01:42.535][Eliza] Come never again
[01:45.866][Eliza] For his soul gives me sigh for sigh
[01:54.318][Eliza] And all day long
[01:57.655][Eliza] Shines bright and strong
[02:07.512][Eliza] Above me in the sky!
[02:21.654]As for the dresser, she’d done this before
[02:24.977]For the babe had an elder brother!
[02:27.697]Henry!
[02:29.113]And before the year was out
[02:32.685]Along would come another
[02:35.226]Rosalie!
[02:36.314]But was on this night our tale truly began
[02:40.188]This tale of a heart forlorn
[02:44.071]For this, the loneliest, darkest of nights
[02:55.661]Was the night Edgar Poe was born!
[02:59.982]All our days are trances
[03:03.206]And all our nights are dreams
[03:06.745]So we all play our little part
[03:08.774]On this tiny little stage
[03:11.067]Where nothing’s ever really as it seems
[03:14.516]Now Edgar’s mother loved her babes
[03:18.735]Loved them with all of her heart!
[03:21.349]Edgar!
[03:22.338]But by far the greatest love of her life
[03:26.599]Was the passion she felt for her art
[03:30.059]For you see, life just never quite measured up
[03:33.488]When compared with her time on the stage
[03:38.004]And she dreamed day and night
[03:39.590]Of becoming the greatest-
[03:42.267][Eliza] Oh, go on!
[03:44.562]Actress of her day and age
[03:47.733]And when work was steady, her eyes sparkled bright
[03:51.680]And her face a most radiant glow did assume
[03:55.728]But when roles were few and far between
[04:00.795][Eliza] No
[04:02.228]She was lost in a shadow of gloom
[04:06.065]At times such as these, she would stay in her bed
[04:09.797]Night and day, she would rarely get up
[04:13.569]For weeks she would lie and just stare at the wall
[04:17.229]And drink tea from her favourite cup
[04:21.366]At such times, Edgar would pull up a chair
[04:24.989]Sit down, place his hand on her arm
[04:28.644]And he’d watch her intently and try to ensure
[04:32.685]That his mother would come to no harm
[04:36.570]And though from that chair, Edgar never did budge
[04:40.120]And though she from her bed ne’er did stray
[04:44.132]Edgar could see that actually
[04:47.769]She was dreadfully far away
[04:52.221]Sometimes tears would roll down her cheeks
[04:55.733]And he’d listen for the tone
[04:59.492]As each one fell into a salt water pool
[05:03.271]Just over her collarbone
[05:12.064]At other times though, Edgar’s mother was different
[05:15.802]Her mood became sunny and bright!
[05:18.304][Eliza] Edgar!
[05:19.452]And she danced around their tenement flat
[05:23.091]And sang songs late into the night
[05:25.890][Eliza] Here we go!
[05:27.383]All our days are trances
[05:30.366]Trances
[05:31.032][Eliza]And all our nights are dreams
[05:33.988]Are dreams
[05:34.520][Eliza]So we
[05:35.205][Eliza, Edgar] Play our little part
[05:36.816]On this tiny little stage
[05:39.066]Where nothing’s ever really as it seems!
[05:43.081]And Edgar who loved her with all of his might
[05:46.949]Was delighted to see such a sight
[05:50.778]And his mother’s sweet laughter, at least for one night
[05:55.005]Made everything seem alright
[06:00.066][Eliza] Showtime!
[06:01.706][Mr. Poe] Wait for me!
[06:02.799][Eliza] Got to dash darling, see you at the theatre!
[06:06.817]Now Edgar’s father shared his wife’s love
[06:10.714]He’d abandoned his study of law
[06:14.313]To pursue his dream of a life on the stage
[06:18.209]A plan with just one little flaw
[06:20.944]Places please!
[06:22.129]An irremediable, chronic, a crippling case
[06:27.289]The worst of all kind
[06:28.611]Mr. Poe?
[06:29.537]Of stage fright which led him to mumble or rush
[06:33.138]Or forget every one of his lines
[06:37.161]The critics mocked, the crowds- they jeered
[06:40.972]With laughter they howled and they screamed!
[06:44.857]And soon he shared the fame of his wife
[06:51.238]Though not
[06:52.253]Quite in the way he had dreamed
[06:54.740]And again!
[06:55.824]All our days are trances
[06:59.245]And all our nights are dreams
[07:02.487]So we all play our little part
[07:05.088]On this tiny little stage
[07:07.073]Where nothing’s ever really as it seems!
[07:10.841]Over time his appearances moved from the stage
[07:14.463]Next door to the Drum and Fife
[07:17.667]Dave!
[07:18.429]Where each night he could hear, as he quaffed one more beer
[07:22.337]The audience cheer for his wife!
[07:25.363]She’s great!
[07:27.160]And at night he’d come home stinking of booze
[07:32.549]And he’d wake up young Edgar to say
[07:36.806][Mr. Poe] The name of Poe, it’s cursed my boy
[07:41.873][Mr. Poe] And things never go our way
[07:45.440]He’d go on to say;
[07:46.631][Mr. Poe] Good things don’t come to those who wait
[07:51.250][Mr. Poe]And the best things in life are not free
[07:56.007][Mr. Poe]Today’s blue skies are grim harbingers
[08:00.982][Mr. Poe]Of tomorrow’s adversities
[08:04.228]And then he said;
[08:04.651][Mr. Poe] So whatever good, my boy
[08:09.085][Mr. Poe]Comes your way, don’t expect it to last
[08:14.087][Mr. Poe]For the name of Poe, it’s cursed my boy
[08:19.601][Mr. Poe]And you’ll never escape your past
[08:26.427]For a while for the sake of the children
[08:29.040]The Poes tried to lead a conventional life
[08:33.780][Mr. Poe]My darling, I’ll return to the legal profession!
[08:37.633][Eliza] And I will play mother and wife!
[08:40.674]But-
[08:41.379][Mr. Poe] Eliza-
[08:42.623]No matter how hard they tried
[08:45.225]In the end you can’t fight who you are
[08:48.188][Eliza] I’m sorry
[08:49.300]Soon Edgar’s mother was back on the stage
[08:55.059][Eliza] Thank you Baltimore!
[08:57.814]And his father was back at the bar
[09:00.822][Mr. Poe] Thank you Baltimore
[09:02.308]And there the poor man slowly faded away
[09:05.557]Until one day he just disappeared
[09:09.407]And Eliza Poe was left all alone
[09:18.336]With three little children to rear
[09:20.358]Send money!

作曲 : Jonathan Christenson
From the beginning!
Let the music swell
Let the Players delight!
And let dreams come alive
Ominous lighting please!
Once upon a cold and stormy
And a miserable Winter’s day
Under inauspicious skies
That were ghastly, gloomy, and grey
A troop of traveling players
One of considerable renown
Brought their not insignificant talents
To a certain significant town
Boston!
The play: “The Spoiled Child”!
Starred the great Eliza Poe- very graceful!
In the role of Little Pickle, oh!
It was really quite a show
For half a way through act one
Eliza Poe began to crow!
And during intermission
She popped out a little Poe
But as everybody knows
Both amateurs and pros
The show, it simply must go on!
And so the dresser nursed the babe
Until the final act was played
And all Eliza’s gushing fans were gone
Now doubt, now pain
Come never again
For his soul gives me sigh for sigh
And all day long
Shines bright and strong
Above me in the sky!
As for the dresser, she’d done this before
For the babe had an elder brother!
Henry!
And before the year was out
Along would come another
Rosalie!
But was on this night our tale truly began
This tale of a heart forlorn
For this, the loneliest, darkest of nights
Was the night Edgar Poe was born!
All our days are trances
And all our nights are dreams
So we all play our little part
On this tiny little stage
Where nothing’s ever really as it seems
Now Edgar’s mother loved her babes
Loved them with all of her heart!
Edgar!
But by far the greatest love of her life
Was the passion she felt for her art
For you see, life just never quite measured up
When compared with her time on the stage
And she dreamed day and night
Of becoming the greatest-
Oh, go on!
Actress of her day and age
And when work was steady, her eyes sparkled bright
And her face a most radiant glow did assume
But when roles were few and far between
No
She was lost in a shadow of gloom
At times such as these, she would stay in her bed
Night and day, she would rarely get up
For weeks she would lie and just stare at the wall
And drink tea from her favourite cup
At such times, Edgar would pull up a chair
Sit down, place his hand on her arm
And he’d watch her intently and try to ensure
That his mother would come to no harm
And though from that chair, Edgar never did budge
And though she from her bed ne’er did stray
Edgar could see that actually
She was dreadfully far away
Sometimes tears would roll down her cheeks
And he’d listen for the tone
As each one fell into a salt water pool
Just over her collarbone
At other times though, Edgar’s mother was different
Her mood became sunny and bright!
Edgar!
And she danced around their tenement flat
And sang songs late into the night
Here we go!
All our days are trances
Trances
And all our nights are dreams
Are dreams
So we
Play our little part
On this tiny little stage
Where nothing’s ever really as it seems!
And Edgar who loved her with all of his might
Was delighted to see such a sight
And his mother’s sweet laughter, at least for one night
Made everything seem alright
Showtime!
Wait for me!
Got to dash darling, see you at the theatre!
Now Edgar’s father shared his wife’s love
He’d abandoned his study of law
To pursue his dream of a life on the stage
A plan with just one little flaw
Places please!
An irremediable, chronic, a crippling case
The worst of all kind
Mr. Poe?
Of stage fright which led him to mumble or rush
Or forget every one of his lines
The critics mocked, the crowds- they jeered
With laughter they howled and they screamed!
And soon he shared the fame of his wife
Though not
Quite in the way he had dreamed
And again!
All our days are trances
And all our nights are dreams
So we all play our little part
On this tiny little stage
Where nothing’s ever really as it seems!
Over time his appearances moved from the stage
Next door to the Drum and Fife
Dave!
Where each night he could hear, as he quaffed one more beer
The audience cheer for his wife!
She’s great!
And at night he’d come home stinking of booze
And he’d wake up young Edgar to say
The name of Poe, it’s cursed my boy
And things never go our way
He’d go on to say;
Good things don’t come to those who wait
And the best things in life are not free
Today’s blue skies are grim harbingers
Of tomorrow’s adversities
And then he said;
So whatever good, my boy
Comes your way, don’t expect it to last
For the name of Poe, it’s cursed my boy
And you’ll never escape your past
For a while for the sake of the children
The Poes tried to lead a conventional life
My darling, I’ll return to the legal profession!
And I will play mother and wife!
But-
Eliza-
No matter how hard they tried
In the end you can’t fight who you are
I’m sorry
Soon Edgar’s mother was back on the stage
Thank you Baltimore!
And his father was back at the bar
Thank you Baltimore
And there the poor man slowly faded away
Until one day he just disappeared
And Eliza Poe was left all alone
With three little children to rear
Send money!