Madame Bovary the Musical - Finale
For an English project. The music really sucks, because I've never written a musical before.
Looking for a song about sh*biscuits and/or golden chickens? Hasenyager combines comedy and music in order to realize your dreams.
Hasenyager is an Americanized version of Haschenjager, which is German for 'rabbit hunter.' I am that hunter, or huntress, if you will, and I take my profession very seriously.
Which means that, actually, I don't hunt rabbits. I do, however, make half-assed music with Audacity, and upload it onto SoundClick.
Story behind the song
A lot of it is taken directly from the book, which is totally lawful. The book (Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert) is in the public domain.
Lyrics
[disembodied singing in background throughout song: "Baby, baby, baby, please love me."]
MADAME BOVARY
"No matter. I have suffered a great deal."
RODOLPHE
"Such is life!"
MADAME BOVARY
"And has the world at least been kind to you since we parted?"
RODOLPHE
"Oh, not kind... not unkind."
MADAME BOVARY
"Perhaps it would have been better if we had stayed together."
RODOLPHE
"Yes... perhaps."
MADAME BOVARY
"Do you think so?" [comes forward, sighs] "Oh Rodolphe! If only you knew... how I loved you!"
How did you think I could live without you
I never lost the taste for happiness
I thought that I would die you fool
My life descended into crappiness
RODOLPHE [to audience]
I've been carefully avoiding her
Because I am a pansy man
MADAME BOVARY
You have other women, don't you?
You have everything to make yourself admired
Look at me! I'm happy, Rodolphe!
Look at me! I'm laughing, Rodolphe!
Look at me! Say something, Rodolphe!
Can we begin again?
RODOLPHE
[pause] "Wow. Uhum..."
Forgive me! You're the only woman I want
Yeah, I love you, and always shall. Yeah, girl
Forgive me! Your emotions I did punt
And scored a field goal against your heart
MADAME
Lend me three thousand francs!
RODOLPHE
"What?"
MADAME
I can't go to the banks
RODOLPHE
"Why not?"
MADAME
We ran out of money
So darling, so honey
Please give us some francs
Yeah, yeah, yeah
RODOLPHE
So that's what she came for
I haven't got it my darling
I would give it to her,
But I am not lying
"I don't have it!"
MADAME
I work all night, I work all day
To pay the bills I have to pay
"Oh. Sorry, wrong musical."
[walks out]
Everything in my head!
Everything in my heart!
It's all pouring out at once, like a trumpet call
All my reminisces!
All of my ideas!
They're all exploding at once, like fireworks
Fiery red globules are bursting in the air
Melting in the snow, and in the branches, in my hair
I see Rodolphe's face, and it multiplies
God, when will this suffering die?!
[runs to pharmacist's]
I am running to my death
I am running to release
I don't want to breathe another breath
Give me the key, you stupid man
I need to kill the rats up in the pharmacy
JUSTIN
"I'll just tell the master then."
MADAME
"No wait!
I mean
I'll tell him later
Come on, Justin"
JUSTIN
"Are you sure?"
MADAME
I need to go upstairs
JUSTIN
"Oh-- okay."
[opens the door]
MADAME
To the arsenic
[etcetera]
[shoves a fistful of arsenic in her mouth]
JUSTIN
"What the-- Stop! What are you doing? Oh my god! What the-- Oh my god!"
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CHARLES
"What is it? Why? Tell me!"
MADAME
[hands him letter] "Read this tomorrow, my dear husband. Until then, please, don't ask me any questions! Not a single one!"
Oh, death is nothing much
I'm going to fall asleep; that's all
But wait-- I feel like I might blow chunks
An icy chill up my body does crawl
"Ah, this is how it begins."
CHARLES
"What did you say?"
MADAME
[doubles over] "Oh god! The pain! It's so... horrible!"
CHARLES
Tell me! What have you eaten? [pause] Emma!
MADAME
"All right-- read my letter
Let no one be blamed!
I poisoned myself!"
But don't cry, my love
I shan't torment you ever again
In real life, my death would take hours
But we've adapted for the stage
So I'm pretty much gonna die now
I'm about to turn the final page
I am dyyyyy-- HUEHHH.
CHARLES
"Oh god! My love! I never... really... appreciated you. And also, I have a very bad French accent. It sounds like Arnold Schwartzeneger." [pause] "Will you shut up? Yeah, you-- I've trying to grieve, and here you're singing some song in my house. Who are you? Get out. That goes for you too, random guitar player.
Hhhhh.
I'll be back, for Madam Bovary, the sequel."
Baby
Baby, baby, baby
Please lo--ove
