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broadway cast recording stephen flaherty - prologue: ragtime lyrics
in 1902, father built a house at the crest of
the brodview avenue hill in new roch-lle, new york
and it seemed for some years thereafter
that all the family’s days would be warm and fair
the skies were blue and hazy
rarely a storm, barely a chill
the afternoons were lazy
everyone warm, everything still
and there was distant music
simple and somehow sublime
giving the nation a new syncopation
the people called it ragtime
father was well-off, very well-off
his considerable income was derived from
the manufacture of fireworks and bunting
other accouterments of patriotism
father was also something of an amateur explorer
the house on the hill in new roch-lle was mother’s domain
she took pleasure in making it comfortable for the men of her family
and often told herself how fortunate she was to be so protected
and provided for by her husband
mother’s younger brother worked at father’s fireworks factory
he was a genius at explosives, he was also a young man
in search of something to believe in
his sister wondered when he would find it
grandfather had been a professor of greek and latin
now retired and living with his daughter and her family
he was thoroughly irritated by everything
the days were gently tinted
lavender pink, lemon and lime
ladies with parasols
fellows with tennis b-lls
there were gazebos
and there were no negroes
and everything was ragtime
listen to that ragtime
in harlem, men and women of color forgot their troubles
and danced and reveled to the music of coalhouse walker, jr
this was a music that was theirs
and no one else’s
one young woman thought coalhouse played just for her
her name was sarah
booker t. washington was the most famous negro in the country
he counseled friendship between the races
and spoke of the promise of the future
he had no patience for negroes who lived less than exemplary lives
ladies with parasols
fellows with tennis b-lls
there were no negroes
and there were no immigrants
in latvia, a man dreamed of a new life for his little girl
it would be a long journey, a terrible one
he would not lose her as he had her mother
his name was tateh, he never spoke of his wife
the little girl was all he had now
together, they would escape
houdini
look it’s houdini
ohh aah
ohh aah
harry houdini was one immigrant
who made and art of escape
he was a headliner in the top vaudeville circuits
ich bin die mutter des grossen houdinis
he mad his mother proud
but for all his achievements
he knew he was only an illusionist
he wanted to believe there was more
h-llo, sonny
warn the duke
what did you say?
and there was distant music
changing the tune, changing the time
giving the nation a new syncopation
certain men make a country great
they can’t help it
at the very apex of the american pyramid
that’s the very tip-top
like pharoahs reincarnate, stood j.p. morgan
and henry ford
all men are born equal
but the cream rises to the top
let me at those sons of b-tches
these men are the demons who are sucking your very souls dry
i hate them
someone should arrest that woman
the radical anarchist emma goldman
fought against the ravages of american capitalism
as she watched her fellow immigrants’ hopes
turn to despair on the lower east side
but america was watching another drama
evelyn nesbit was the most beautiful woman in america
if she wore her hair in curls, every woman wore her hair in curls
her lover was the eminent architect, stanford white
designer of the pennsylvania station on 33rd street
her husband, the eccentric millionaire, harry k. thaw
was a violent man
after her husband shot her lover
evelyn became the biggest attraction in vaudeville since tom thumb
bang
bang
bang
and although the newspapers called the shooting
‘the crime of the century’, goldman knew it was only 1906
and there were ninety-four years to go
and there was music playing
catching a nation in its prime
beggar and millionaire
everyone, everywhere
moving to the ragtime
and there was distant music
skipping a beat, singing a dream
a strange, insistent music
putting out heat, picking up steam
the sound of distant thunder
suddenly starting to climb
it was the music of something beginning
an era exploding, a century spinning
in riches and rags and in rhythm and rhyme
the people called it ragtime
ragtime, ragtime, ragtime
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