Here's my first go at writing for Big and Bad, the Musical. This is the wolf's big number. What do you think?
Not My Story
1. Who would read a book
Where happily ever after
Is for your enemies, not your friends?
Who would walk a road
Where every footstep takes you
Closer to your rightful, bitter end?
Axes, boiling water pots
Must this be my fate?
Could there be another way
Another path to take?
CHORUS:
This is not my story
I will not walk this road
This is not my story
Another must be told.
2. My name’s become a slur
Could I ever change it?
With ‘big’ and ‘bad’ the plot line’s clearly set
Hidden in this fur
a soul longing for freedom
to walk the world to be the hero yet!
Now it seems the play is cast
The villian’s role is mine
But I will not read my part
Not one word or line.
Where happily ever after
Is for your enemies, not your friends?
Who would walk a road
Where every footstep takes you
Closer to your rightful, bitter end?
Axes, boiling water pots
Must this be my fate?
Could there be another way
Another path to take?
CHORUS:
This is not my story
I will not walk this road
This is not my story
Another must be told.
2. My name’s become a slur
Could I ever change it?
With ‘big’ and ‘bad’ the plot line’s clearly set
Hidden in this fur
a soul longing for freedom
to walk the world to be the hero yet!
Now it seems the play is cast
The villian’s role is mine
But I will not read my part
Not one word or line.
This is not my story
I will not walk this road
This is not my story
Another must be told.
BRIDGE:
There is no ‘happily ever after’ here
No frog to kiss and prince appear
Why can’t a wolf build castles in the air?
Put this book back on the shelf
Write a new one for myself
Filled with starry dreams and laughter
it’s only fair.
This is not my story
I will not walk this road
I will write another story
A new one must be told
I will not walk this road
This is not my story
Another must be told.
BRIDGE:
There is no ‘happily ever after’ here
No frog to kiss and prince appear
Why can’t a wolf build castles in the air?
Put this book back on the shelf
Write a new one for myself
Filled with starry dreams and laughter
it’s only fair.
This is not my story
I will not walk this road
I will write another story
A new one must be told
sar 2011
I love the concept. Some of the lines in this don't seem to flow in terms of meter but might sound fine with the right tune.
ReplyDeleteDo you have a tune in your head when you write some things? At the faint end of consciousness I can hear a tune but maybe I'm just setting it to something else already in existence.