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Lyrics The Bells of Notre Dame : Out There : Topsy Turvy "The Bells of Notre Dame" Morning in Paris, the city awakes, To the bells of Notre Dame, The fisherman fishes, the bakerman bakes, To the bells of Notre Dame, To the big bells as loud as the thunder, To the little bells soft as a salm, And some say the soul of the city's, The toll of the bells, The bells of Notre Dame Listen, they're beautiful, no? So many colors of sound, so many changing moods, Because you know, they don't ring all by themselves They don't? No, silly boy. Up there, high, high in the dark bell tower, lives the mysterious bell ringer. Who is this creature? Who? What is he? What? How did he come to be there How? Hush, and Clopin will tell you It is a tale, a tale of a man and a monster. Dark was the night when our tale was begun, On the docks near Notre Dame, Shup it up, will you! We'll be spotted! Hush, little one Four frightened gypsies slid silently under, The docks near Notre Dame, Four guilders for safe passage into Paris But a trap had been laid for the gypsies, And they gazed up in fear and alarm, At a figure whose clutches, Were iron as much as the bells, Judge Claude Frollo, The bells of Notre Dame Kyrie Eleison. Judge Claude Frollo longed, ,To purge the world, Of vice and sin, Kyrie Eleison [Lord have mercy], And he saw corruption Ev'rywhere, Except within Bring these gypsy vermin to the palace of justice, You there, what are you hiding? Stolen goods, no doubt. Take them from her. She ran Dies irae, dies illa [Day of wrath, that day] Solvet saeclum in favilla [Shall consume the world in ashes] Teste David cum sibylla [As prophesied by David and the sibyl] Quantus tremor est futurus [What trembling is to be] Quando Judex est venturus [When the Judge is come] Sanctuary, please give us sanctuary. A baby? A monster! Stop! Cried the Archdeacon. This is an unholy deamon. I'm sending it back to hell, where it belongs. See there the innocent blood you have spilt, On the steps of Notre Dame. I am guiltless. She ran, I pursued. Now you would add this child's blood to your guilt, On the steps of Notre Dame. My conscience is clear. You can lie to yourself and your minions, You can claim that you haven't a qualm, But you never can run from, Nor hide what you've done from the eyes, The very eyes of Notre Dame, Kyrie Eleison, And for one time in his life, Of power and control, Kyrie Eleison. Frollo felt a twinge of fear, For his immortal soul. What must I do? Care for the child, and raise it as your own. What? I'd be settled with this misshapen.? Very well. Let him live with you, in your church. Live here? Where? Anywhere. Just so he's kept locked away Where no one else can see. The bell tower, perhaps, And who knows, our Lord works in mysterious ways. Even this foul creature may Yet prove one day to be, Of use to me. And Frollo gave the child a cruel name, A name that means half-formed, Quasimodo. Now here is a riddle to guess if you can, Sing the bells of Notre Dame, Who is the monster and who is the man? Sing the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells of Notre Dame 
"Out There" The world is cruel, The world is wicked, It's I alone whom you can trust in this whole city, I am your only friend, I who keep you, teach you, feed you, dress you, I who look upon you without fear, How can I protect you, boy, unless you, Always stay in here, Away in here. Remember what I taught you, Quasimodo. You are deformed. I am deformed. And you are ugly. And I am ugly. And these are crimes, For which the world, Shows little pity. You do not comprehend. You are my one defender. Out there they'll revile you, As a monster. I am a monster. Out there they will hate, And scorn and jeer. Only a monster. Why invite their calumny, And consternation? Stay in here, Be faithful to me. I'm faithful. Grateful to me. I'm grateful. Do as I say. Obey, And stay, In here. I'll stay, In here. Safe behind these windows and these parapets of stone, Gazing at the people down below me, All my life I watch them as I hide up here alone, Hungry for the histories they show me. All my life I memorize their faces, Knowing them as they will never know me. All my life I wonder how it feels to pass a day, Not above them, But part of them And out there, Living in the sun, Give me one day out there, All I ask is one, To hold forever, Out there, Where they all live unaware, What I'd give, What I'd dare, Just to live one day out there Out there among the millers and the weavers and their wives, Through the roofs and gables I can see them, Ev'ry day they shout and scold and go about their lives, Heedless of the gift it is to be them, If I was in their skin, I'd treasure ev'ry instant Out there, Strolling by the Seine, Taste a morning out there, Like ordinary men, Who freely walk about there, Just one day and then, I swear I'll be content, With my share, Won't resent, Won't despair, Old and bent, I won't care, I'll have spent, One day, Out there
"Topsy Turvy" Come one, come all! Leave your loops and milking stools, Coop the hens and pen the mules, Come one, come all! Close the churches and the schools, It's the day for breaking rules, Come and join the feast of ... Fools! Once a year we throw a party here in town, Once a year we turn all Paris upside down, Ev'ry man's a king and ev'ry king's a clown, Once again it's Topsy Turvy Day. It's the day the devil in us gets released, It's the day we mock the prig and shock the priest, Ev'rything is topsy turvy at the Feast of Fools! Topsy turvy! Ev'rything is upsy daysy! Topsy turvy! Ev'ryone is acting crazy, Dross is gold and weeds are a bouquet, That's the way on Topsy Turvy Day Topsy Turvy! Beat the drums and blow the trumpets, Topsy Turvy! Join the bums and thieves and strumpets, Streaming in from Chartres to Calais, Scurvy knaves are extra scurvy, On the sixth of "Januery", All because it's Topy Turvy Day! Come one, come all! Hurry, hurry, here's your chance, See the myst'ry and romance, Come one, come all, See the finest girl in France, Make an entrance to entrance, Dance la Esmeralda, Dance! Here it is, the moment you've been waiting for, Here it is, you know exactly what's in store, Now's the time we laugh until our sides get sore, Now's the time we crown the King of Fools! So make a face that's horrible and frightening, Make a face as gruesome as a gargoyle's wing, For the face that's ugliest will be the King of Fools! Why? Topsy turvy! Ugly folk, forget your shyness. Topsy turvy! You could soon be called Your Highness! Put your foulest features on display, Be the king of Topsy Turvy Day! Ev'rybody! Once a year we throw a party here in town, Hail to the king! Once a year we turn all Paris upside down, Oh, what a king! Once a year, the ugliest will wear a crown, Girls, give a kiss, Once a year on Topsy Turvy Day We've never had a king like this, And it's the day we do the things that we deplore, On the other three hundred and sixty-four, Once a year we love to drop in, Where the beer is never stoppin, For the chance to pop some popinjay, And pick a king who'll put the "top" in, Topsy Turvy Day! Mad and crazy, upsy-daisy, Topsy Turvy Day!
"Humiliation" Agnus Dei [Lamb of God] Qui tollis peccata mundi [Who takes away the sins of the world], Agnus Dei [Lamb of God], Dona nobis pacem [Grant us peace]
"God Help the Outcasts" I don't know if You can hear me, Or if You're even there, I don't know if You would listen, To a gypsy's prayer, Yes, I know I'm just an outcast, I shouldn't speak to you, Still I see Your face and wonder, Weren't You once an outcast too? God help the outcasts, Hungry from birth, Show them the mercy, They don't find on earth, God help my people, We look to You still, God help the outcasts, Or nobody will Parishioners, I ask for wealth, I ask for fame, I ask for glory to shine on my name, I ask for love I can posess, I ask for God and His angels to bless me, I ask for nothing, I can get by, But I know so many, Less lucky than I, Please help my people, The poor and downtrod, I thought we all were, The children of God. God help the outcasts, Children of God
"Heaven's Light / Hellfire" Vocals by Tom Hulce, Tony Jay and Chorus Music by Alan Menken and lyrics by Stephen Schwartz So many times out here, I've watched a happy pair, Of lovers walking in the night. They had a kind of glow around them, It almost looked like heaven's light. I knew I'd never know, That warm and loving glow, Though I might wish with all my might. No face as hideous as my face, Was ever meant for heaven's ligh. But suddenly an angel has smiled at me, And kissed my cheek without a trace of fright. I dare to dream that she, Might even care for me, And as I ring these bells tonight. My cold dark tower seems so bright, I swear it must be heaven's light Confiteor Deo Omnipotenti [I confess to God almighty] Beatae Mariae semper Virgini [To blessed Mary ever Virgin] Beato Michaeli archangelo [To the blessed archangel Michael] Sanctis apostolis omnibus sanctis [To the holy apostles to all the saints] Beata Maria, You know I am a righteous man, Of my virtue I am justly proud. Et tibit Pater [And to you, Father]. Beata Maria, You know I'm so much purer than, The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd. Quia peccavi nimis [That I have sinned]. Then tell me, Maria, Why I see her dancing there, Why her smold'ring eyes still scorch my soul. Cogitatione [In thought]. I feel her, I see her, The sun caught in raven hair, Is blazing in me out of all control, Verbo et opere [In word and deed]. Like fire, Hellfire, This fire in my skin, This burning, Desire, Is turning me to sin It's not my fault, Mea culpa [Through my fault] I'm not to blame, Mea culpa, It is the gypsy girl, The witch who sent this flame, Mea maxima culpa [Through my most griveous fault]. It's not my fault, Mea culpa, If in God's plan, Mea culpa, He made the devil so much, Stronger than a man, Mea maxima culpa Protect me, Maria, Don't let this siren cast her spell, Don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone, Destroy Esmeralda, And let her taste the fires of hell, Or else let her be mine and mine alone Guard, Minister Frollo, the gypsy has escaped. What? No longer in the cathedral. She's gone. But how? Never mind. Get out, you idiot, I'll find her. I'll find her if I have to burn down all of Paris. Hellfire, Dark fire, Now gypsy, it's your turn. Choose me or, Your pyre, Be mine or you will burn Kyrie Eleison [Lord have mercy], God have mercy on her, Kyrie Eleison, God have mercy on me, Kyrie Eleison, But she will be mine, Or she will burn!
"A Guy Like You" Paris, the city of lovers, Is glowing this evening. True, that's because it's on fire...But still, there's "l'amour", Somewhere out there in the night, Her Heart is also alight, And I know the guy she just might, Be burning for, A guy like you, She's never known, kid, A guy like you, A girl does not meet ev'ry day, You've got a look, That's all your own, kid, Could, there be two? Like you? No way! Those other guys, That she could dangle, All look the same, From ev'ry boring point of view, You're a surprise, From ev'ry angle, Mon Dieu above She's gotta love, A guy like you A guy like you, Gets extra credit, Because it's true, You've got a certain some thing more, You're aces, kid, You see that face, You don't forget it, Want something new? That's you, For sure! We all have gaped, At some Adonis, But then we crave a meal, More nourishing to chew, And since you've shaped, Like a croissant is, No question of, She's gotta love, A guy like you! Call me a hopeless romatic, But Quasi, I feel it, She wants you so, Any moment she'll walk through that door, For, A guy so swell, A guy like you, With all you bring her, I tell you Quasi, A fool could tell, There never was, It's why she fell, Another, was he? For you-know-who From king to serf, To the bourgeoisie, You ring the bell, They're all a second-stringer, You're the bell ringer! When she wants oo-la-la, Then she wants you la-la, She will discover, guy, You're one heckuva guy, Who wouldn't love a guy, Like you? You got a lot, The rest have not, So she's gotta love, A guy like you!
"The Court of Miracles" Maybe you've heard of a terrible place, Where the soundrels of Paris, Collect in a lair, Maybe you've heard of that mythical place, Called the Court of Miracles, Hello, you're there! Where the lame can walk, And the blind can see, But the dead don't talk, So you won't be around, To reveal what you've found We have a method for spies and intruders, Rather like hornets, protecting their hive, Here in the Court of Miracles, Where it's a miracle if you get out alive! Justice is swift in the Court of Miracles, I am the lawyers and judge all in one, We like to get the trial over with quickly, Because it's the sentence that's really the fun! Now that we've seen all the evicence... Wait! I object! Overruled! I object! Quiet! Dang! We find you totally innocent, Which is the worst crime of all, So you're going to hang!
"Sanctuary" Judex crederis esse venturus [Our Judge we believe shall come] In te, Domine, speravi [In You, Lord, have I trusted] Non confundar in aeternum [Let me not be damned for eternity] Salvum fac populum tuum [Save Your people] Judex crederis [In our Judge we believe] Libera me Domine [Free me, Lord] Libera me Domine de morte aeterna [Free me, Lord, from everlasting death] In die illa tremenda [On that terrible day] Quando caeli movendi sunt [When the heavens shall be moved] Caeli et terra [The heavens and earth] Dum veneris judicare [When Though shall come to judge the world] O, salutaris hostia [Oh Saviour, saving victim] Quae caeli pandis ostium (Who opens the gate of heaven] Bella premunt hostilia [Our enemies besiege us] Da robur, fer auxilium [Give us strength, bring us aid] Sit sempiterna gloria [May you always be praised] Sit sempiterna gloria [May you always be praised] Sit sempiterna gloria [May you always be praised] Gloria, gloria semper [Glory, glory forever] Sanctus, sanctus in excelsis [Holy, holy, in the highest] Mors stupebit et natura [Death and nature shall be confounded] Cum resurget creatura [When creation shall rise again] Judicanti responsurra [To answer for judgment] Judex ergo cum sedebit [Therefore, when the Judge will take his seat] Nil inultum remanebit [Nothing shall remain unpunished] Quem patronum rogaturus [To what protector shall I appeal] Cum vix justus sit securus? [When scarcely the just man shall be secure?] Juste Judex ultionis [Righteous Judge of vengeance] Ante diem rationis [Before the day of reckogning] Kyrie Eleison [Lord have mercy] Kyrie Eleison [Lord have mercy]
"And He Shall Smite The Wicked" Dies irae, dies illa [Day of wrath, that day] Solvet saeclum in favilla [Shall consume the world in ashes] Quando Judex est venturus [When the Judge is come] Confutatis maledictis [When the damned shall be cast down] Flammis acribus addictis [Into the searing flames] Voca me cum benedictis [Call me with the blessed] Confutatis maledictis [When the damned shall be cast down] Gere curam mei finis [Help me in my final hour]
"The Bells of Notre Dame [Reprise]" So here is a riddle to guess if you can, Sing the bells of Notre Dame, What makes a monster and what makes a man? Sing the bells, bells, bells, bells, [etc.] Whatever their pitch, you, Can feel them bewitch you, The rich and the ritual knells, Of the, Bells of Notre Dame
"God Help the Outcasts [Pop Version]" I don't know if You can hear me, Or if You're even there, I don't know if You would listen, To a gypsy's prayer, Yes, I know I'm just an outcast I shouldn't speak to you, Still I see Your face and wonder, Were You once an outcast too? God help the outcasts, Hungry from birth, Show them the mercy, They don't find on earth, The lost and forgotten, They look to you still, God help the outcasts, Or nobody will I ask for nothing, I can get by, But I know so many, Less lucky than I, God help the outcasts, The poor and downtrod, I thought we all were, The children of God I don't know if there's a reason, Why some are blessed, some not, Why the few You seem to favor, They fear us, Flee us, Try not to see us God help the outcasts, The tattered, the torn, Seeking an answer, To why they were born, Winds of misfortune, Have blown them about, You made the outcasts, Don't cast them out, The poor and unlucky, The weak and the odd, I thought they all were, The children of God
"Some Day [Pop Version]" Someday, When we are wiser, When the world's older, When we have learned, I pray, Someday we may yet live, To live and let live, Someday, Life will be fairer, Need will be rarer, Greed will not pay, God Speed, This bright millennium, On its way, Let it come, Someday Someday, Our fight will be won then, We'll stand in the sun then, That bright afternoon, Till then, On days when the sun is gone, We'll hang on, Wish upon the moon There are some days dark and bitter, Seems we haven't got any prayer, But a prayer for someday better, Is the one thing we all share Someday, When we are wiser, When the world's older, We we have learned, I pray, Someday, Life will be fairer, Need will be rarer, Greed will not pay, God Speed, This bright millennium, Let it come, Wish upon the moon, One day, Someday, Soon.
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