FRANCESCA
There's a boat that leaves from Napoli
Every Thursday in the morning
And a nervous bride can share a bed
With her soldier from the States.
For a week, the ocean carries them
Over lost and churning water
And they land in New York Harbor
Then to Pennsylvania Station
Where they board a train
That slices like a scythe
Through the fields of America.
This is Albany
This is Buffalo
This is Cleveland
This is South bend
This is Chicago
This is Osceola Station
Where a truck will take them
Deeper into Iowa
To Winterset
And three hundred Acres
Waiting to be tamed.
And blade of grass by blade of grass
And ear of corn by ear of corn
And bale of Hay by day by day
They build themselves a home.
And day by day and year by year,
From boy to man, from calf to steer,
What's lost from there may not grow here,
But comes the sun,
Look what they've done:
They've built themselves a home.
Years begin passing, from 1948 to 1950 to 1951. If this were a realistic set, a farmhouse would appear.
At Twenty-one, a girl begins
To grasp the world and how it spins.
She grabs a box of safety pins
And builds herself a home.
And home is safe, and home is fair,
The porch, the bath, the kitchen chair,
The sharp and unfamiliar air
That blow by blow
She comes to know
To build herself a home.
It is now 1965. Her husband BUD, 45, her son MICHAEL, 16, and her daughter CAROLYN, 14, come onstage. FRANCESCA is 38 now.
With a son.
And a daughter.
And a million miles between
The fires she used to set
The hearts she used to break
The lies she used to tell
And the woman she grew up
To be.
COMPANY
Aaah?
Aaah?
Aaah?
Aaah?
Aaah?
Aaah?
FRANCESCA
I learn to speak, I learn to sew,
I learn to let the longing go,
COMPANY
Ah?Ah?Ah?Aaah?
Aaah?
Aaah?
The tractor wheel, a food of snow,
I build myself a home.
I change my words, I change my name,
The fields go dry, the horse goes lame,
The county fair, the football game,
For eighteen years,
It stays the same,
For eighteen years,
I'm proud I came
And built myself a home.
COMPANY
Aaah?
Aaah?
Ah! Ah!
The Bridges of Madison County Musical Soundtrack Album Lyrics
The Bridges of Madison County Musical Soundtrack Lyrics
- To Build a Home by Kelli O'Hara
- Home Before You Know It by Hunter Foster
- Temporarily Lost by Steven Pasquale
- What Do You Call a Man Like That? by Kelli O'Hara
- You're Never Alone by Hunter Foster
- Another Life by Whitney Bashor
- Wondering by Steven Pasquale
- Look at Me by Kelli O'Hara
- The World Inside a Frame by Steven Pasquale
- Something from a Dream by Hunter Foster
- Get Closer by Cass Morgan
- Falling into You by Steven Pasquale
- State Road 21 by Katie Klaus
- Who We Are and Who We Want to Be by Steven Pasquale
- Almost Real by Kelli O'Hara
- Before and After You by Kelli O'Hara
- One Second and a Million Miles by Steven Pasquale
- When I'm Gone by Michael X. Martin
- It All Fades Away by Steven Pasquale
- Always Better by Kelli O'Hara
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Home Before You Know It
by Hunter Foster
BUD
Fran, you know the drill.
Now, look, if anything goes wrong -
I know you think it never will,
But if it does,
They know next door
You're here alone.
Now Fran, you're free and clear,
We got the fences fixed already,
So while we're out with the steer,
You should be fine.
And if you're not,
Pick up the phone.
You know there's room for you to come,
Although, I take it back, there's not.
We got the cow, we got the kids,
And then the tent, which I forgot.
We better get out on the road
Before the trailer gets too hot,
But we'll be home before you know.
We'll be home before you notice that we're gone.
Three days isn't very long,
And so if anything goes wrong,
Just hold on tight -
The end's in sight -
And we'll be home.
MICHAEL
I'm gonna drive!
Last year, you said
When I was sixteen,
I could drive?
And I'm sixteen!
You gonna go back on
Your Word?
Come on! I drive
Better'n you.
I tell you now -
I won't be squeezin' in the middle
I'm not squeezin' in the middle!
BUD
What?
I do not think so, Michael.
Right now I am talking to
Your mother!
Michael, get the lunch!
What did I say?
Go get the Lunch!
Jesus!
MICHAEL
How 'bout if I just
Drive the last mile?
So we can come in that
Fair in style?
Oh!
I can't believe this.
BUD
I've got to move it out right now
I don't have time to sit and wait,
We get a worse spot in the stall
For every minute that we're late!
And I can see by how you're lookin'
That you think it's really great
That we'll be home before you know it.
We'll be home
And then I won't do this again.
Year sure, you're laughin' at me now,
When I got two kids and a cow
I gotta show
We gotta go
Then we'll be home.
FRANCESCA
Sweetheart, it's Mom.
CARLOYN
Why does he have to be a jerk?
FRANCESCA
I'm sorry you got upset with Dad, but you've worked so hard with Steve. All you have to do now is go to Indianapolis? so he can win Steer of the Year.
CAROLYN
Why do you have to sound like him?
Why do you have to say what he says?
You don't care about the farm.
FRANCESCA
Carolyn. This could be your college education right here.
CAROLYN
You should have made him stay in Italy
Then I could be Italian
And you could be happy
And I wouldn't have to marry a farmer.
FRANCESCA
You don't have to marry a farmer.
CAROLYN
Nobody asks me what I want!
BUD
Carolyn!
CAROLYN
Ti amo, mama. Coming!
BUD
You'll be OK here, right?
FRANCESCA
I've got a book I want to read, I've got new recipes to try,
Or I might just spend 3 days sitting here and staring at the sky,
But I can't get out of this kitchen 'till you finally say goodbye,
And you'll be home before I know it.
BUD
Ok then, we'll see you Thursday.
FRANCESCA
You'll be home before I notice that you're gone.
BUD
We'll call from the road. All right, here we go!
FRANCESCA
You'll be home before I know it.
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Temporarily Lost
by Steven Pasquale
ROBERT
I left eight days ago from Washington.
I've got a place there on the Sound.
Took Route 2 east out of Spokane.
Oh, this old truck, she's been around.
Went through Kalispell and North Dakota,
Hit Minnesota on the way.
Went around Lake Superior
Hit Des Moines earlier today.
And I've been looking for something
At every bridge that I crosses,
And sometimes you can feel
Like times becomes unreal
When you're temporarily lost.
FRANCESCA (indicating the direction)
Right, go right. I'm sorry.
ROBERT
You spend your time behind a camera,
Sometimes you almost disappear.
You see a waterfall in Cameroon.
And start to wonder why we're here.
You've gotta touch it with your fingers,
And feel the way the water flow
Until you figure out the meaning.
At least, I think that's how it goes.
So I've been looking for something,
And who can reckon the cost?
You chase it every day.
You think you're on your way,
And then you're temporarily lost.
FRANCESCA
There it is. Just around the curve. Roseman Bridge.
ROBERT
And now, it seems to me
The way you find the key
Is to be temporarily lost.
I left eight days ago from Washington.
I've got a place there on the Sound.
Took Route 2 east out of Spokane.
Oh, this old truck, she's been around.
Went through Kalispell and North Dakota,
Hit Minnesota on the way.
Went around Lake Superior
Hit Des Moines earlier today.
And I've been looking for something
At every bridge that I crosses,
And sometimes you can feel
Like times becomes unreal
When you're temporarily lost.
FRANCESCA (indicating the direction)
Right, go right. I'm sorry.
ROBERT
You spend your time behind a camera,
Sometimes you almost disappear.
You see a waterfall in Cameroon.
And start to wonder why we're here.
You've gotta touch it with your fingers,
And feel the way the water flow
Until you figure out the meaning.
At least, I think that's how it goes.
So I've been looking for something,
And who can reckon the cost?
You chase it every day.
You think you're on your way,
And then you're temporarily lost.
FRANCESCA
There it is. Just around the curve. Roseman Bridge.
ROBERT
And now, it seems to me
The way you find the key
Is to be temporarily lost.
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What Do You Call a Man Like That?
by Kelli O'Hara
FRANCESCA
What do you call a man like that?
How do you even try to give it a name,
A classification?
What do you call a man like that?
Something from days gone by,
A kind of a wind blown from the past.
But were do you find it?
From what time or place or fairy-tale
Comes someone so ridiculous,
So earnest,
So strong?
It's clear enough that these are two great-looking people on either side of a bridge, and this bridge will be crossed. He returns from the bridge, gets in the car.
ROBERT
There we go. All done. You ready? Just give me one second.
But as she begins to sing, he indicates he needs one more minute. He takes a final look, then they drive home.
FRANCESCA
What do you call a man like this?
How to describe his hands,
So tense and so easy,
So controlled but unpredictable-
The tornado of his eyes
Shining bright,
Finding light?
Wanting something,
Knowing something,
Seeing something,
Something holy-
Something newly born
Without a name.
What do you call a man like that?
How do you even try to give it a name,
A classification?
What do you call a man like that?
Something from days gone by,
A kind of a wind blown from the past.
But were do you find it?
From what time or place or fairy-tale
Comes someone so ridiculous,
So earnest,
So strong?
It's clear enough that these are two great-looking people on either side of a bridge, and this bridge will be crossed. He returns from the bridge, gets in the car.
ROBERT
There we go. All done. You ready? Just give me one second.
But as she begins to sing, he indicates he needs one more minute. He takes a final look, then they drive home.
FRANCESCA
What do you call a man like this?
How to describe his hands,
So tense and so easy,
So controlled but unpredictable-
The tornado of his eyes
Shining bright,
Finding light?
Wanting something,
Knowing something,
Seeing something,
Something holy-
Something newly born
Without a name.
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You're Never Alone
by Hunter Foster
Bud
Went down to the hansen place to check on bob and the kid.
One look at that fella's face, i guess i knew what he did.
Too proud to admit he's stuck when all his crops went down.
Lord knows we'd've backed him up to get a loan in town.
Damn fool, when the bills came through,
He couldn't think of anything else to do '
Thought he was gonna lose the farm.
Waits 'til cora goes to town,
Turns the thresher on and then lays right down,
So the hospital took off half his arm.
I know it ain't easy,
This is a long road.
Nothin' Is easy out there on your own,
But if you're ready to stand up,
I tell ya, by god's grace,
We're all from the same place,
Right down to the bone:
You're never alone.
Francesca
Everybody pitched in. People show up when you need them.
Charlie
Went down to the hansen place to check on cora and bob...
Michael
Went by with the trailer-hitch, but that's a hell of a job.
Bud
Language, michael.
Marge
Brought cora a chicken stew, she's barely eaten for weeks.
Carolyn
Told henry to wipe his hands and stand up straight when he speaks.
Bud
Cleaned out the ammonia drums.
Carolyn
Cleaned the attic out for when bob's brother comes.
Michael
Pulled in six acres overall.
Marge
Had a talk with the bank in ames.
Charlie
Got the state farm guys to speed up the claims.
Company
They're gonna make it through the fall.
But you know it ain't easy.
This is a long road.
Nothin' Is easy out there on your own.
But if you're ready to stand up,
We're standin' Beside you,
Reach out and we'll guide you
Company
Oh, oh, oh oh...
Oh, oh, oh oh...
Oh, oh, oh oh...
Through the great unknown:
You're never alone.
You're never alone.
You're never alone.
Bud (pointedly to francesca)
You're never alone.
Went down to the hansen place to check on bob and the kid.
One look at that fella's face, i guess i knew what he did.
Too proud to admit he's stuck when all his crops went down.
Lord knows we'd've backed him up to get a loan in town.
Damn fool, when the bills came through,
He couldn't think of anything else to do '
Thought he was gonna lose the farm.
Waits 'til cora goes to town,
Turns the thresher on and then lays right down,
So the hospital took off half his arm.
I know it ain't easy,
This is a long road.
Nothin' Is easy out there on your own,
But if you're ready to stand up,
I tell ya, by god's grace,
We're all from the same place,
Right down to the bone:
You're never alone.
Francesca
Everybody pitched in. People show up when you need them.
Charlie
Went down to the hansen place to check on cora and bob...
Michael
Went by with the trailer-hitch, but that's a hell of a job.
Bud
Language, michael.
Marge
Brought cora a chicken stew, she's barely eaten for weeks.
Carolyn
Told henry to wipe his hands and stand up straight when he speaks.
Bud
Cleaned out the ammonia drums.
Carolyn
Cleaned the attic out for when bob's brother comes.
Michael
Pulled in six acres overall.
Marge
Had a talk with the bank in ames.
Charlie
Got the state farm guys to speed up the claims.
Company
They're gonna make it through the fall.
But you know it ain't easy.
This is a long road.
Nothin' Is easy out there on your own.
But if you're ready to stand up,
We're standin' Beside you,
Reach out and we'll guide you
Company
Oh, oh, oh oh...
Oh, oh, oh oh...
Oh, oh, oh oh...
Through the great unknown:
You're never alone.
You're never alone.
You're never alone.
Bud (pointedly to francesca)
You're never alone.
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Another Life
by Whitney Bashor
MARIAN
Put inside the picture frame some tables and a coffeepot,
A uniform, a girl of twenty-three.
Sitting at a table, put a man of thirty-seven,
As exotic as that girl would ever see.
Have her standing over him and laughing
As he?s asking her a question no one thought to ask before.
Color him with mystery and color her with danger
And expose them just enough to wish for more.
And there was something there between us.
Something I could never name:
Something stronger, something stranger,
More than quicksand, more than flame:
Another life.
Further down the gallery, a picture of a couple
On a honeymoon in Marrakesh somewhere.
See him with his camera at his eye,
And see her grasping at his hand,
Afraid he doesn?t know she?s there.
And there was something deep inside him,
Something I could never reach.
Like he saw it getting closer,
In a window, on a beach:
Another life.
Another life...
But I believed I?d grow to be
The thing he needed most to see,
And if our nights just stayed this hot,
I?d break him down,
He?d open up...
Well, obviously not.
In the kitchen, FRANCESCA drops something and as they both bend down to pick it up, they come close to bumping heads, or touching. They laugh, though we only see it in dim light. They seem to move toward each other. But FRANCESCA pulls away from this closeness. We see that.
Back there in a shadow, find a picture of a woman
Wearing four years of confusion like a scar.
Walking through the door and leaving nothing but a note
That says ?I?m sorry, Robert,? taped to her guitar.
And there is so much I still wonder,
Did he need me? Did he know?
?Love is open, love is easy?:
That was someone long ago.
Another life.
Another life.
Put inside the picture frame some tables and a coffeepot,
A uniform, a girl of twenty-three.
Sitting at a table, put a man of thirty-seven,
As exotic as that girl would ever see.
Have her standing over him and laughing
As he?s asking her a question no one thought to ask before.
Color him with mystery and color her with danger
And expose them just enough to wish for more.
And there was something there between us.
Something I could never name:
Something stronger, something stranger,
More than quicksand, more than flame:
Another life.
Further down the gallery, a picture of a couple
On a honeymoon in Marrakesh somewhere.
See him with his camera at his eye,
And see her grasping at his hand,
Afraid he doesn?t know she?s there.
And there was something deep inside him,
Something I could never reach.
Like he saw it getting closer,
In a window, on a beach:
Another life.
Another life...
But I believed I?d grow to be
The thing he needed most to see,
And if our nights just stayed this hot,
I?d break him down,
He?d open up...
Well, obviously not.
In the kitchen, FRANCESCA drops something and as they both bend down to pick it up, they come close to bumping heads, or touching. They laugh, though we only see it in dim light. They seem to move toward each other. But FRANCESCA pulls away from this closeness. We see that.
Back there in a shadow, find a picture of a woman
Wearing four years of confusion like a scar.
Walking through the door and leaving nothing but a note
That says ?I?m sorry, Robert,? taped to her guitar.
And there is so much I still wonder,
Did he need me? Did he know?
?Love is open, love is easy?:
That was someone long ago.
Another life.
Another life.
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Wondering
by Steven Pasquale
ROBERT
A little twinge,
A little shock,
A little whisper at the bottom of your memory.
A sudden wind,
A gentle knock,
And then a rustle in the leaves.
You hold your breath,
You check the lock,
You reassure yourself that nothing's at the window.
But you're wondering.
You're wondering.
You're wondering what that was.
Nothing's gonna happen.
You turn a key,
You flip a switch,
You settle back into the blissful unfamiliar.
You close your eyes,
But there's an itch,
A little hurt your heart retrieves.
But you ignore
The tiny twitch,
Pretend the feeling will be gone before the morning.
But you're wondering.
You're wondering.
You're wondering where you are.
Nothing's gonna happen.
Nothing's gonna happen.
But wouldn't it be fine to share
The weather in her eyes, her hair,
Her footsteps as she climbs the stair,
The shadow in her light'
But everything you know is true
And everything you want to do
And everything that makes you you
Collides against the night.
And nothing's black and white.
And you're wondering.
You're wondering.
You're wondering what to do.
You're wondering.
You're wondering.
You're wondering if it's true.
Nothing's gonna happen.
Nothing has to happen.
A little twinge,
A little shock,
A little whisper at the bottom of your memory.
A sudden wind,
A gentle knock,
And then a rustle in the leaves.
You hold your breath,
You check the lock,
You reassure yourself that nothing's at the window.
But you're wondering.
You're wondering.
You're wondering what that was.
Nothing's gonna happen.
You turn a key,
You flip a switch,
You settle back into the blissful unfamiliar.
You close your eyes,
But there's an itch,
A little hurt your heart retrieves.
But you ignore
The tiny twitch,
Pretend the feeling will be gone before the morning.
But you're wondering.
You're wondering.
You're wondering where you are.
Nothing's gonna happen.
Nothing's gonna happen.
But wouldn't it be fine to share
The weather in her eyes, her hair,
Her footsteps as she climbs the stair,
The shadow in her light'
But everything you know is true
And everything you want to do
And everything that makes you you
Collides against the night.
And nothing's black and white.
And you're wondering.
You're wondering.
You're wondering what to do.
You're wondering.
You're wondering.
You're wondering if it's true.
Nothing's gonna happen.
Nothing has to happen.
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Look at Me
by Kelli O'Hara
[ Featuring Steven Pasquale ]
COMPANY
Ah ah ah?
Ah ah ah?
FRANCESCA
The breeze starts to blow, and then what do you know?
Something's different, I can't quite explain.
Like a sound in the back of my brain,
But undefined.
A shift in the light or the sun just got brighter;
For sure, there's a change in the air.
It's like something I wasn't aware
I'd left behind.
He looked at me.
And it wasn't the look I expected.
No, he looked at me,
Like he really could see.
Quietly,
But this stranger and I, we connected
When he looked at me.
What on Earth could that be?
COMPANY
Ah ah ah?
COMPANY
Ah ah ah?
Ah ah ah?
Ah ah ah?
Ah ah ah?
Ah ah ah?
ROBERT
Has shed stood in this spot?
Has she tasted this water?
Has she walked on that bridge?
With her hair blowing in this breeze?
I am looking for the eight,
I am looking for the light,
I am looking for?
FRANCESCA
I start to forget what I look like and yet
All it takes is one second one day.
All these things that I've hidden away
One glance reveals.
The ache and the buzz of the girl that I was
Before now, before him, before them.
It's remarkable just to remember
How it feels!
Just look at me -
At my hands, at my mouth, at my shoulder,
Talk to me, like there's something to say.
Suddenly,
In this minute, I'm not getting older.
Please just look at me,
And then please walk away.
Don't offer your hand.
Don't reach for my waist.
Don't lean towards my lips.
Just?
Please?
Look at me.
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The World Inside a Frame
by Steven Pasquale
ROBERT
It starts with the light.
It's like you wouldn't even know which way to look
Until the sun showed you a line,
Showed you a corner,
Built you a frame.
And once there's a frame,
Then you can see.
See'
Now: see'
See the world!
Here's the world through a small, small window.
You thought it was a bridge,
You thought it was the water,
You thought it was the sky...
It's the world, inside a frame.
And you wait.
And you wait.
And you wait.
And you...
Right there, something shifted! Something...
That tree threw a shadow! Did you''
There! There! There!
It's like all you didn't know that you were waiting for
Is just outside the frame,
And it can change
The way you see'
See the world!
Here's the world in a box forever.
Go stand over there.
Don't look at me.
Now:
Look at me.
Look at me. There. There. There. There. There.
There's the world.
There's the world in your face, Francesca.
It starts with the light.
It's like you wouldn't even know which way to look
Until the sun showed you a line,
Showed you a corner,
Built you a frame.
And once there's a frame,
Then you can see.
See'
Now: see'
See the world!
Here's the world through a small, small window.
You thought it was a bridge,
You thought it was the water,
You thought it was the sky...
It's the world, inside a frame.
And you wait.
And you wait.
And you wait.
And you...
Right there, something shifted! Something...
That tree threw a shadow! Did you''
There! There! There!
It's like all you didn't know that you were waiting for
Is just outside the frame,
And it can change
The way you see'
See the world!
Here's the world in a box forever.
Go stand over there.
Don't look at me.
Now:
Look at me.
Look at me. There. There. There. There. There.
There's the world.
There's the world in your face, Francesca.
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Something from a Dream
by Hunter Foster
BUD
You shoulda seen me back in ?46.
I was in uniform, spit-shined, whippet-thin
Hard as a brick, dumb as a post,
But I was having the time of my life
And I met Frannie there in Italy
Boy, she was beautiful, but all those guys around her,
Look, Italians, no offense, the laziest people in the world.
And to me, she looked like something from a dream.
And to her, I?m like the conquering American.
I?m gonna take her on a trip this year.
We?ll bring the harvest in, then take a coupla days,
Maybe a weekend at the Fort Des Moines
Once we get past Christmas and the kids are back at school.
I mean, it?s not like she complains at all.
It?s just, you gotta pay attention,
And with all the other crap I?m takin? care of,
She might feel embarrassed
Takin? time to tell me what she needs.
And to me she?s still like something from a dream.
And to her, I?m like the guy who keeps the lights turned on.
I?m gonna take her on a trip this year.
Maybe next summer.
Not like we?re gonna have the money for vacations.
I guess we?ll figure something out...
You shoulda seen me back in ?46.
I was in uniform, spit-shined, whippet-thin
Hard as a brick, dumb as a post,
But I was having the time of my life
And I met Frannie there in Italy
Boy, she was beautiful, but all those guys around her,
Look, Italians, no offense, the laziest people in the world.
And to me, she looked like something from a dream.
And to her, I?m like the conquering American.
I?m gonna take her on a trip this year.
We?ll bring the harvest in, then take a coupla days,
Maybe a weekend at the Fort Des Moines
Once we get past Christmas and the kids are back at school.
I mean, it?s not like she complains at all.
It?s just, you gotta pay attention,
And with all the other crap I?m takin? care of,
She might feel embarrassed
Takin? time to tell me what she needs.
And to me she?s still like something from a dream.
And to her, I?m like the guy who keeps the lights turned on.
I?m gonna take her on a trip this year.
Maybe next summer.
Not like we?re gonna have the money for vacations.
I guess we?ll figure something out...
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Get Closer
by Cass Morgan
I've waited a long long while
For us to get started.
I've got a list of things
That I wanna do
I know you're scared and shy
But don't leave me broken-hearted
Daddy let me get closer to you
Since I first saw your lips
That's where I've been heading
I've had so many dreams
That you never knew
Now we're alone at last
Lets not wait for Armageddon
Daddy let me got closer to you
I can be cool and calm
Or dominating
I can be anything you want me to
But lets start tonight
Cause I'm ready and I'm waiting
Daddy let me get closer to you
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Falling into You
by Steven Pasquale
[ Featuring Kelli O'Hara ]
ROBERT
What was I saying before about being lost?
The thing is, I knew where I was,
But not where I was going.
Why did I walk those mountains?
Why did I ride those ships?
Why did I watch those horses running wild?
Now I know.
Now I know.
All my life, I have been falling.
I have been falling into you,
Francesca.
Circling in the sky,
Looking for a harbor
Coming into view.
All my life, I have been falling
Into you.
FRANCESCA
Whatever this is?
Whatever we do from here, don't give it a name.
We mustn't reduce it to something clear or simple.
I want to believe that we are the first people on Earth to
Know this feeling,
To know this moment,
To cross this line.
ROBERT
Adding up all those minutes
Staring through all I saw,
How could I know the answer
Would be you?
FRANCESCA
How could I know the answer
Would be you?
ROBERT
Only you.
ROBERT AND FRANCESCA
All my life I have been falling.
I have been falling into you,
Francesca.
This is where I land.
You are what I've looked for.
Now is what is true.
All my life,
ROBERT
I have been falling
Into you.
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State Road 21
by Katie Klaus
[ Featuring Caitlin Kinnunen ]
GIRL SINGER
Come on, children, and climb in the back seat!
Come on, children, it's time for some fun!
Get inside, we're gonna take a ride
On State Road 21!
Come on, children, I filled up the gas tank.
Long way to go before we get done.
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
On State Road 21!
GIRL SINGER AND COMPANY
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
On State Road 21!
Fiddle solo!
MICHAEL
Since 9 p.m., I been sittin' here,
Just keeping' my eye on some stupid steer.
That's how I'm spending' my Junior year!
But I swear I'm gettin' wise.
It's my last time here, I guarantee!
I got other places I'm s'posed to be.
I won't have my old man ridin' me
'Til the day he up and dies.
Oh, oh, what does he know
When his head's been buried in the ground so low?
Oh, oh, what does he know
About life in the real world?
I said, Oh, oh, what does he know?
My fuse is lit and I'm gonna blow,
'Cause Oh, oh, I gotta know
About life in the real world.
CAROLYN
I got a ringin' in my ears
And my hands keep shakin'.
I ate seven corn dogs
And I think I might die.
Five more hours
'Til the final judging.
I can hold it all together
And I will not cry.
Oh God! Do I have a fever?
Oh God, things are startin' to swirl.
Oh God, I was doin' so well,
Now they're all gonna think I'm just a dumb little girl.
Well, oh, oh, what do they know
About what it takes to make a bull calf grow?
Oh, oh, what do they know
About life in the real world?
CAROLYN AND MICHAEL
Oh, oh, what do they know?
CAROLYN
Prob'ly came over from Ohio.
CAROLYN AND MICHAEL
And oh, oh, what do they know
About life in the real world?
GIRL SINGER
Let's go, baby, and roll by the river
Feel the heat comin' down from the sun -
Oh oh oh oh
On State Road 21!
Ev'rybody:
GIRL SINGER AND COMPANY
Oh oh oh oh!
Oh oh oh!
Oh oh oh oh oh ohhh!
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Who We Are and Who We Want to Be
by Steven Pasquale
[ Featuring Kelli O'Hara ]
ROBERT
Maybe you sleep so peaceful
Because you haven't got a worry in your head.
Mm.
Or maybe you keep your eyes closed
So you never have to get out of this bed.
Mm.
Well, you don't have to make the toast
Or get the kids to school,
So rest your head stay here close to me.
There's nothin' in this world today
But who we are and who we want to be.
And lying here with curtains drawn,
Your hair across my chest,
I can't think what else I would need to see.
There's nothing in this world today
But who we are and who we want to be.
FRANCESCA
Oh, oh oh. Oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
FRANCESCA AND ROBERT
Oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
COMPANY
Oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
ROBERT
And maybe after all these years
Of lookin' for a home,
A woman in a farmhouse held the key.
There's nothing in this world today
But who we are and who we're meant to be.
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Almost Real
by Kelli O'Hara
FRANCESCA
When a girl grows up in Napoli,
There are roads laid out before her.
And you understand, i'm speaking of
The times before the war.
When a girl grows up in Napoli,
She is more or less a target
For her mamma's expectations,
For the boys' infatuations;
All you get is one decision:
Will she give them what they want?
CHIARA, Francesca's older sister, appears as Francesca sings about her.
My sister Chiara wore tight-fitting sweaters,
Unbuttoned just so.
Chiara would squeeze every drop of attention
Wherever she'd go.
Chiara said, "'Cesca, you must be prepared."
Chiara would act as though nobody cared.
Chiara would laugh at me, quiet and scared?
And I dreamed of a flat in Siena
On the market square,
With a book and a pot and a window
And a single chair -
Far from lonesome,
Far from Chiara,
Almost real.
PAOLO appears.
Paolo was a boy from down the hill with silver eyes and hair
Like coal
And massive hands that trembled when he looked my way.
Paolo was a boy who loved to swim, and who knows why I fell
For him,
But soon enough I kissed him on a winter's day.
Chiara said, "'Cesca, he's dull and he's dumb.
You'll end up a farm wife, exhausted and numb.
I'm off to the serviceman's club; you should come!"
But I dreamed of the beach at Ancona,
Where our kids would play,
Paolo right by my side, and the ocean
Only steps away?
Close to heaven.
Far from Chiara.
Almost real.
Chiara went dancing while air raid sirens were shrieking.
Chiara would open her legs just as easy as speaking.
Paolo went off with the Army and never returned.
And all that Chiara could say was, "I hope now you've learned."
And the streets were rubble
And the water was filthy
And there were no cigarettes
And no haircuts
And no thinking about the future.
And I sat at the harbor,
Watching the American ships
And then?
BUD appears, 21 years old, in his uniform, clean and young and All-American.
I looked up and I saw an American smile down at me.
And I knew if I just took his hand, I would at least be free.
I could love him, I could want him
Only take me from Italia,
Far from Chiara!
Far enough that I could feel
Almost real.
When a girl grows up in Napoli,
There are roads laid out before her.
And you understand, i'm speaking of
The times before the war.
When a girl grows up in Napoli,
She is more or less a target
For her mamma's expectations,
For the boys' infatuations;
All you get is one decision:
Will she give them what they want?
CHIARA, Francesca's older sister, appears as Francesca sings about her.
My sister Chiara wore tight-fitting sweaters,
Unbuttoned just so.
Chiara would squeeze every drop of attention
Wherever she'd go.
Chiara said, "'Cesca, you must be prepared."
Chiara would act as though nobody cared.
Chiara would laugh at me, quiet and scared?
And I dreamed of a flat in Siena
On the market square,
With a book and a pot and a window
And a single chair -
Far from lonesome,
Far from Chiara,
Almost real.
PAOLO appears.
Paolo was a boy from down the hill with silver eyes and hair
Like coal
And massive hands that trembled when he looked my way.
Paolo was a boy who loved to swim, and who knows why I fell
For him,
But soon enough I kissed him on a winter's day.
Chiara said, "'Cesca, he's dull and he's dumb.
You'll end up a farm wife, exhausted and numb.
I'm off to the serviceman's club; you should come!"
But I dreamed of the beach at Ancona,
Where our kids would play,
Paolo right by my side, and the ocean
Only steps away?
Close to heaven.
Far from Chiara.
Almost real.
Chiara went dancing while air raid sirens were shrieking.
Chiara would open her legs just as easy as speaking.
Paolo went off with the Army and never returned.
And all that Chiara could say was, "I hope now you've learned."
And the streets were rubble
And the water was filthy
And there were no cigarettes
And no haircuts
And no thinking about the future.
And I sat at the harbor,
Watching the American ships
And then?
BUD appears, 21 years old, in his uniform, clean and young and All-American.
I looked up and I saw an American smile down at me.
And I knew if I just took his hand, I would at least be free.
I could love him, I could want him
Only take me from Italia,
Far from Chiara!
Far enough that I could feel
Almost real.
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Before and After You
by Kelli O'Hara
FRANCESCA
Holding you close against my skin,
And pulling you inside me,
Suddenly there's a world I never know.
Kissing you now, the waves begin
And evermore divide me:
Before and after you.
You, with a touch, at once erased
The lines and walls around me.
How did you know exactly what to do?
Feeling your fingers on my waist,
I know my fate has found me:
Before and after you.
ROBERT
I love you, Francesca.
FRANCESCA
And I love you. More than my own life, I love you.
Holding you close against my skin,
And pulling you inside me,
Suddenly there's a world I never know.
Kissing you now, the waves begin
And evermore divide me:
Before and after you.
You, with a touch, at once erased
The lines and walls around me.
How did you know exactly what to do?
Feeling your fingers on my waist,
I know my fate has found me:
Before and after you.
ROBERT
I love you, Francesca.
FRANCESCA
And I love you. More than my own life, I love you.
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One Second and a Million Miles
by Steven Pasquale
[ Featuring Kelli O'Hara ]
ROBERT
For the first time in my life,
I am not outside the moment
With a camera in between me and the world
I think I know.
For the first time in my life,
I am somehow part of something.
You surround me, you connect me,
And I think I can't let go.
For the first time in my life,
You have opened up a channel
There is nothing to contain us,
We are joined, and we are free.
For the first time in my life,
I am risking something precious.
I am asking you, Francesca:
Come with me.
I can't tell you I know what the future will be.
Who knows anything?
I just look at those eyes; you've got so much to see.
Let me know you. There's
Crowds and camels and hillsides to climb.
All I know is, in all of the time
From man's first breath
To God's last warning,
You and I are just one second,
Spinning by in one split-second.
You and I have just one second
And a million miles to go.
I don't need to be rich, I don't need something new.
FRANCESCA
I don't want t go back to a world without this.
ROBERT
All I need, all I've needed my whole life was you.
FRANCESCA
If I left this behind?
Robert
Please just look at me:
You were born with a wanderer's soul.
This is how you begin to be whole.
The stars keep burning,
Worlds keep turning
ROBERT AND FRANCESCA
And you and I are just one second,
Spinning by in just one second,
You and I have just one second
ROBERT
And a million miles to go..
FRANCESCA
Found and lost.
Torn in half.
Before and after you.
ROBERT
Come with me.
FRANCESCA
Open heart,
Open door.
Before and after you.
ROBERT
Come with me.
FRANCESCA
How do I go?
Tell me.
How do I go?
How do I go with you?
How do I pack a bag,
Close a door,
Turn a key,
Walk away?
Look at where I am
And who I am
And tell me.
Is there something I don't know?
How do I go?
How can I go
With you?
ROBERT
I can't tell you I know what the answer will be.
It's impossible.
But this thing, this is bigger than what we can see.
This is destiny.
We are tied, we are locked, we are bound;
This will not be reversed or unwound.
Whatever fate the stars are weaving,
We're not breaking,
I'm not leaving,
And you and I are just one second.
Spinning by in just one second.
You and I have just one second?
FRANCESCA
And a million miles to go.
ROBERT
All my life I have been falling?
FRANCESCA
All my life I have been falling?
ROBERT
All my life I have been falling into?
FRANCESCA
All my life I have been falling?
ROBERT
You and I
ROBERT AND FRANCESCA
Have just one second
ROBERT
And a million miles to go.
FRANCESCA
Come with me.
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When I'm Gone
by Michael X. Martin
[ Featuring Hunter Foster ]
CHARLIE
When I'm gone,
When I'm gone,
Take me out into my cornfields,
Set me deep,
Lay me low
When I've crossed over.
And these fields will be
My legacy
When I'm gone.
When I'm gone,
Come what may,
When I'm with my Lord in Heaven,
I'll look down
At this place
When I've crossed over.
Let it stay somehow
Like it is right now
When I'm gone.
COMPANY AND MICHAEL
Oo?
Oo oo oo?
Oo oo oo? Oo oo-
Oo ah!
COMPANY
Ooh? Ooh?
Ooh? Ooh?
CHARLIE
Oh, when I was born,
I had tomorrows stretched before me,
But the yesterdays piled up
From that day on.
BUD
When I'm gone,
When I'm gone,
I will see the clouds below me,
And my child
And his child
When I've crossed over.
Let them feel the pride
That I've kept inside.
When I'm gone.
COMPANY
Glory! Glory!
Glory! Glory!
Glory! Glory!
Ah!
COMPANY
Ooh? Ooh?
Ooh? Ooh?
BUD AND CHARLIE
Oh, when I was born,
I had tomorrows stretched before me,
But the yesterdays piled up
From that day on.
BUD
When I'm gone,
When I'm gone,
I'll sing Glory, Hallelujah!
For my work
Will be done
When I've crossed over.
And I know you'll know
That I loved you so
When I'm gone.
ANd this love will be
ALl that's left of me,
When I'm gone.
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It All Fades Away
by Steven Pasquale
ROBERT
There was something in a desert.
There was some place wild and green,
And a child in a village I passed through.
There are places that I've traveled,
And so many things I've seen,
And it all fades away but you.
I was sliding down a mountain,
I was burning in the sun,
I was crying with amazement at the view.
I was capturing a moment,
But when all is said and done,
Well, it all fades away but you.
It all fades away, it all fades away,
It all fades but you.
I have sailed across the oceans,
Past the cities and the farms,
On a neverending quest for something new,
And the only things that mattered
Were the four days in your arms,
'Cause, it all fades away but you.
It all fades away, it all fades away,
It all fades away but you.
There is one thing that's eternal,
That cannot be torn apart,
There is one thing that remains forever true.
Past the thinking, past the breathing,
Past the beating of my heart,
It will all fade away but you.
It all fades away, it all fades away,
It all fades away but you.
It all fades away, it all fades away,
It all fades away but you.
But you.
But you.
You.
There was something in a desert.
There was some place wild and green,
And a child in a village I passed through.
There are places that I've traveled,
And so many things I've seen,
And it all fades away but you.
I was sliding down a mountain,
I was burning in the sun,
I was crying with amazement at the view.
I was capturing a moment,
But when all is said and done,
Well, it all fades away but you.
It all fades away, it all fades away,
It all fades but you.
I have sailed across the oceans,
Past the cities and the farms,
On a neverending quest for something new,
And the only things that mattered
Were the four days in your arms,
'Cause, it all fades away but you.
It all fades away, it all fades away,
It all fades away but you.
There is one thing that's eternal,
That cannot be torn apart,
There is one thing that remains forever true.
Past the thinking, past the breathing,
Past the beating of my heart,
It will all fade away but you.
It all fades away, it all fades away,
It all fades away but you.
It all fades away, it all fades away,
It all fades away but you.
But you.
But you.
You.
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Always Better
by Kelli O'Hara
[ Featuring Steven Pasquale ]
FRANCESCA
You could have driven into someone else's driveway.
You could have tried to find the bridge another day.
I could have gone off to the fair,
Or locked the door, or washed my hair,
And in a way, that would be better.
We could have chosen to ignore what we were feeling.
We could have prayed to make the wanting go away,
But what we did
Is that we loved,
And love is always better.
I could have gone with you and left behind the cornfields.
I could have seen a world like none I'd ever known.
I could have tied my dreams to yours
And slept beside you on the moors
And who can say? That might be better.
I could have not been where my children turned for answers,
And never seen what they've become now that they're grown,
But what I did
Is that I loved
And love is always better.
It is hard,
It is insane
To place one love
Above another,
But what a choice!
And what a gift!
And what a blessing!
COMPANY
Oh!
FRANCESCA
I could have never known
That love like this existed,
But then you kissed me
And you left and then I knew,
But what is true
Is that we loved,
And that I loved,
And that I love,
And I will always love
And love
Is always better.
COMPANY
(humming)
ROBERT
You and I
Are just one second.
Spinning by
In one split-second.
You and I
Have just one second
And a million miles to go.
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The Bridges of Madison County (also published as Love in Black and White) is a 1992 best-selling romance novel by American writer Robert James Waller that tells the story of an Italian-American World War II war bride living on a farm in 1960s Madison County, Iowa. While her husband and children are away at the State Fair, she engages in an affair with a National Geographic photographer from Bellingham, Washington, who is visiting Madison County to create a photographic essay on the covered bridges in the area. The novel is presented as a novelization of a true story, but it is in fact entirely fictional.
The novel is one of the bestselling books of the 20th century, with 50 million copies sold worldwide. It was adapted into a feature film in 1995 and a musical in 2013.
The Bridges of Madison County was adapted into a Tony Award-winning musical with music and lyrics by Jason Robert Brown and the book by Marsha Norman, premiering at the 2013 Williamstown Theatre Festival. Directed by Bartlett Sher, the cast featured Elena Shaddow as Francesca and Steven Pasquale. The musical began previews on Broadway at the Gerald Schoenfeld Theatre on January 17, 2014 and officially opened on February 20, 2014 with Kelli O'Hara as Francesca and Steven Pasquale as Robert Kincaid. Directed by Bartlett Sher, the sets are by Michael Yeargan, costumes by Catherine Zuber, and lighting by Donald Holder. Hunter Foster played the role of Bud Johnson, the husband of Francesca. It closed in May of the same year after 100 performances.
-Wikipedia
Genre(s):
Soundtrack, Musical The novel is one of the bestselling books of the 20th century, with 50 million copies sold worldwide. It was adapted into a feature film in 1995 and a musical in 2013.
The Bridges of Madison County was adapted into a Tony Award-winning musical with music and lyrics by Jason Robert Brown and the book by Marsha Norman, premiering at the 2013 Williamstown Theatre Festival. Directed by Bartlett Sher, the cast featured Elena Shaddow as Francesca and Steven Pasquale. The musical began previews on Broadway at the Gerald Schoenfeld Theatre on January 17, 2014 and officially opened on February 20, 2014 with Kelli O'Hara as Francesca and Steven Pasquale as Robert Kincaid. Directed by Bartlett Sher, the sets are by Michael Yeargan, costumes by Catherine Zuber, and lighting by Donald Holder. Hunter Foster played the role of Bud Johnson, the husband of Francesca. It closed in May of the same year after 100 performances.
-Wikipedia
Released: May 20th, 2014
Year: 2014
