Lyrics The Weekly Volcano Press - Original Cast Recording

I came to New York on a dream.
I knew it might take me a while,
But all I′ve been hearing since I arrived is,
"Leave it right there on the pile."
So, today I woke up,
And decided it's time.
Time to acheive,
Time to fly,
Time to climb!
Miss March, tell us what happened.
Sometimes when you dream, your dream is just a guess.
Sometimes when you work really hard, you don′t know if you'll ever find success!
So I grabbed a story to sell
And got ready to raise hell
Then I marched out the door and headed right for
The Weekly Volcano Press!
Henry Dashwood. Now, he is a man of taste.
Dashwood was a fiend.
He sneered at my distress.
Tossed my story high on a stack
But I was determined I would progress!
I said, "Sir, I'll wait while you read."
But, alas, he disagreed.
So I jumped on a chair and read it right there
At the Weekly Volcano Press!
You did what?
"Keep away from me, you wretch!"
"I cannot keep away, your beauty draws me. Your passion ignites me!"
Oh, it′s the one with all the horror in it. The bloodbath.
That′s the one. But I took to heart what you said, and I embellished. I made it better.
"I've got to have you!"
"I defy you!"
"I will take you!"
"Let me buy you!"
"Let go!
Let go!
Let go!
Let go!"
Rodrigo appears in magnificent splendor!
"Unhand that woman, villain!"
"Who are you?"
"I am your destiny! Your bitterest foe!
I′ve come to avenge your crimes
Of ten years ago!"
(Aghhhh)
"Run to the forest, run!"
"I can't! The forest is dangerous! My sister went in there and never returned!"
"You must risk it. You must take the dark path. You′re fate awaits you there!"
"She will never escape me!"
"Hurry!"
"En garde!"
"Go! Now!"
(Ahh!)
Dashwood was aghast!
But I could not care less.
Words I spoke ignited the air
I felt like a publishing lioness!
That's when Dashwood started to shout,
And I thought he′d throw me out.
But then I perservered, and a forest appeared
At the Weekly Volcano Press!
The forest, it was dark and scary.
Clarissa enters, trembling. Fearful of what fate awaits her.
She comes to a fork in the road and stops.
"Which way do I go?"
A hag appears.
"I can help you choose, but you must make a sacrifice.
Give me something, dear. Those combs are nice!"
"Without these combs what will I be?"
"Perhaps a hag as dull as me."
"I can't."
"You'll never know your destiny unless you give up vanity!"
"I′ve got to know... Please show me where to go."
"Your fate awaits you... There!"
The path is perilous. She avoids swamps. She loses her footing!
Her shoe tumbles off. The sleeve of her dress gets caught on a twisted limb.
She comes to wild rapids and can go no further.
"How shall I get across?"
A troll appears.
"If you want to cross, you must pay me.
I′ve the only boat that can get you there alive!
I see you wear a necklace that holds a pretty jewel.
My price to get across is what you're wearing ′round your neck!
Oh, how its glitter makes me drool."
"I've nothing left but this.
My prospects are so bleak!"
"You′ll never know what wisdom is until you give up all your riches!"
"Here! It's yours! Now show me distant shores!"
"I′ll take you to your fate!"
Sometimes when you dream, your dreams come true
In extraordinary ways,
Suddenly a day can be so amazing!
And sometimes when you yearn
You burn the air!
And someone else feels the flame you always knew was there.
"Stop, please!"
"I cannot stop."
"Can you give a tired old knight some assistance?"
"I have nothing left to give!"
"Give me your time!"
"My fate awaits me."
"Can you not care for me?
It's been years since I felt the touch of another hand."
"Then take mine.
And take my shawl, ragged as it is."
"You have now completed your journey.
My sword is yours; it will protect you against your enemies.
You may now return to the moors.
Your fate is in your hands..."
And Clarissa raced from the forest,
Raced to the moors where she called,
"I've returned, Braxton! I will free the moors of your tyranny! Fight me!"
"I always knew you′d come back to me. They always do."
"Ahh!"
Clarissa thrusts, she parries!
She backs up Braxton and pins him against a tree!
She leaps up onto a craggy rock, her sword swishing and swooshing!
Never has she been more determined.
She is on fire!
Pity she hadn′t taken dueling lessons.
Out of nowhere, who should appear, but the long forgotton Rodrigo!
"This is your end, villain. I've waited a lifetime to destroy you!"
"Who are you?"
"I am your worst nightmare, Braxton.
I am-
Her sister!"
"Ahhhhh!!"
And then Dashwood got on his knees, crying,
"Sell this to me, please!"
Miss March!
Then he four more
Now I′m writing for
The Weekly Volcano Press!
I'm ready for destiny,
My tresses are curled.
I′ll take what is rightly mine,
With curtains unfurled.
I will not quit, I won't be forgotton!
I′ll shine, I'll dazzle, and more!
I'm ready to take a bow,
I′ve taken a solemn vow,
My destiny, here and now!
I′ll astonish the world!