NOW IT’S TIME TO GO DOWN, DOWN INTO THE TERRIBLE PARIS SEWERS

So, with the old Paris theatre open again Bobolan gets to see some wonderful acting and dream his dreams, (with an in-the-wings argument about calling a musical CHEESE!) But with all the noise and those enormous human feet around, Scarapino and the rats decide to take it out on the mice and drive the poor Mousette family down into the underworld and the terrible Paris sewers! Where, inspired by Victor’s sewing and Hugo’s writings perhaps, as Bobolan dreams of a play, we really meet that miserable, struggling mass of mousery, who sing their song too…

LYRICS – WE HAVEN’T EATEN FOR A WEEK

We haven’t eaten for a week
We never rest and barely sleep
We’re lost and hungry, cold and sad,
What hope is there
When life is cheap
When life is Maaaa-ad?

We know the price we have to pay
The cost of living every day
We’re racked with illness, half insane
What health is there
When life is cheap
When life is Paaaa-in?

Pain and sadness, fear and sorrow
Total madness, no tomorrow
Tell us why?
Here we live in filth and horror
Born in darkness, raised in squalor
Where’s the sky?

Our friends will cheat us of our bread
We only eat, when someone’s dead
Our only reason, if we fight
What peace is there when life is cheap
When life is bliii-ght?

We pick our living through the dust
But rarely dare to ever trust
We wade through filth and live in grime
What love is there
When life is cheap
When life’s a crime?

Crime and evil
Hate and blindness
No more love and no more kindness
Born to die!

Thus we wade through vice, not virtue
Born to cheat you, raised to hurt you
Tell us why?

ANGELIC VOICES
We wait like shadows for the end
A fate that waits round every bend
What kind of life is this we lead
So wrought with sickness, filled with need?
What can we do but cry and weep
When life’s so cheap.

Story, book and lyrics by David Clement-Davies, brilliant music by Michael Jeffrey, Copyright Phoenix Ark Press 2014. This sequence was sound synced by the multi bafta winner Lee Crichlow. PS M Jeffrey is a twat (this is the personal opinion of the author and has no reflection on any real characters involved.)

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