Текст песни Prologue: Ragtime - David Loud
In
1902
Father
built
a
house
at
the
crest
of
the
Brodview
Avenue
hill
in
New
Rochelle,
New
York,
and
it
seemed
for
Some
years
thereafter
that
all
the
family's
days
would
be
Warm
and
fair.
The
skies
were
blue
and
hazy,
Rarely
a
storm.
Barely
a
chill
La
la
la
la...
The
afternoons
were
lazy,
Everyone
warm.
Everything
still.
La
la
la
la...
And
there
was
distant
music,
Simple
and
somehow
sublime,
Giving
the
nation
A
new
syncopation-
The
people
called
it
Ragtime!
Father
was
well-off.
Very
well-off.
his
considerable
Income
was
derived
from
the
manufacture
and
sale
of
Fireworks
and
other
accoutrements
of
patriotism.
Father
Was
also
something
of
an
amateur
explorer.
The
house
on
the
hill
in
New
Rochelle
was
Mother's
Domain.
She
took
pleasure
in
making
it
comfortable
For
the
men
of
her
family
and
often
told
herself
how
Fortunate
she
was
to
be
so
protected
and
provided
for
By
her
husband.
Mother's
Younger
Brother
worked
at
Father's
fireworks
Factory.
He
was
a
genius
at
explosives.
But
he
was
also
A
young
man
in
search
of
something
to
believe
in.
his
Sisterwondered
when
he
would
find
it.
Grandfather
had
been
a
professor
of
Greek
and
Latin.
Now
Retired
and
living
with
his
daughter
and
her
family,
he
Was
thoroughly
irritated
by
everything.
The
days
were
gently
tinted
Lavender
pink,
lemon
and
lime.
Ladies
with
parasols
Fellows
with
tennis
balls
There
were
gazebos,
and...
The
were
no
negroes.
And
everything
was
Ragtime!
Listen
to
the
Ragtime!
In
Harlem,
men
and
women
of
color
forgot
their
Troubles
and
danced
and
reveled
to
the
music
of
Coalhouse
Walker,
Jr.
This
was
a
music
that
was
theirs
And
no
one
else's.
One
young
woman
thought
Coalhouse
played
just
for
her,
Her
name
was
Sarah.
Ooooh...
Booker
T.
Washington
was
the
most
famous
Negro
In
the
country.
He
counselled
friendship
between
the
Races
and
spoke
of
the
promise
of
the
future.
he
had
no
Patience
for
Negroes
who
lived
less
than
exemplary
lives.
Ladies
with
parasols,
Fellows
with
tennis
balls.
There
were
no
Negroes
And
there
were
no
immigrants.
In
Latvia,
a
man
dremed
of
a
new
life
for
his
little
girl.
It
would
be
a
long
journey,
a
treeible
one.
He
ould
not
lose
her
as
he
had
her
mother.
His
name
was
Tateh.
He
never
spoke
of
his
wife.
The
Little
Girl
was
all
he
had
now.
Together,
they
wouuld
escape.
Houdini!
Look
it's
Houdini!
Ooh...
aah!
Ooh...
aah!
Harry
Houdini
was
one
immigrant
who
made
and
art
of
Escape.
He
was
a
headliner
in
the
top
Vaudeville
circuits.
Ich
bin
die
Mutter
des
grossen
Houdinis!
He
mad
his
Mother
proud.
But
for
all
his
achievements,
he
Knew
he
was
only
an
illusionist.
He
wanted
to
believe
There
was
more...
Hello,
sonny.
Warn
the
Duke!
What
did
you
say?
And
there
was
distant
music
Changing
the
tune,
changing
the
time,
Giving
the
nation
A
new
syncopation:
La,
la,
la.
La,
la,
la...
Certain
men
make
a
country
great.
They
can't
help
it.
At
the
very
apex
of
the
American
Pyramid-
-That's
the
very
tip-top!-
Like
Pharoahs
reincarnate,
stood
J.P.
Morgan.
And
Henry
Ford.
All
men
are
born
equal.
But
the
cream
rises
to
the
top!
Let
me
at
those
sosn
of
b**ches!
These
men
are
the
Demons
who
are
sucking
your
very
souls
dry!
I
hate
them!
Someone
should
arrest
that
woman!
The
radical
anarchist
Emma
Goldman
fought
against
the
Ravages
of
American
capitalism
as
she
watched
her
fellow
Immigrants'
hopes
turn
to
despair
on
the
Lower
East
Side.
La
la
la
La
la
la
la
Whee!
But
America
was
watching
another
drama.
Evelyn
Nesbit
was
the
most
beautiful
woman
in
America,
If
she
wore
her
hair
in
curls,
every
woman
wore
her
hair
In
curls.
Her
lover
was
the
eminent
architect,
Stanford
White,
Designer
of
the
Pennsylvania
Station
on
33rd
street.
Her
husband,
the
eccentric
millionaire,
Harry
K.
Thaw,
Was
a
violent
man.
After
her
husband
shot
her
lover,
Evelyn
became
the
biggest
Attraction
in
Vaudeville
since
Tom
Thumb.
La
la
la
la
la
Bang!
La
la
la
Bang!
La
Bang!
And
although
the
newspapers
called
the
shooting
the
Crime
of
the
Century,
Goldman
knew
it
was
only
1906...
And
there
were
ninety-four
years
to
go!
Whee!
And
there
was
music
playing,
Catching
a
nation
in
its
prime...
Beggar
and
millionaire
Everyone,
everywhere
Moving
to
the
Ragtime!
And
there
was
distant
music
Skipping
a
beat,
singing
a
dream.
La
la
la
la
A
strange,
insistent
music
Putting
out
heat,
Picking
up
steam.
La
la
la
la
The
sound
of
distant
thunder
Suddenly
starting
to
climb...
It
was
the
music
Of
something
beginning,
An
era
exploding,
A
century
spinning
In
riches
and
rags,
And
in
rhythm
and
rhyme.
The
people
called
it
Ragtime...
Ragtime!
Ragtime!
Ragitme!
1 Prologue: Ragtime
2 Goodbye, My Love
3 Journey On
4 The Crime of the Century
5 Gettin' Ready Rag
6 Your Daddy's Son
7 New Music
8 Wheels of a Dream (from "Ragtime")
9 The Night that Goldman Spoke at Union Square
10 Till We Reach That Day
11 Coalhouse Demands
12 What a Game
13 Our Children
14 He Wanted to Say
15 Back to Before
16 Make Them Hear You
17 Epilogue: Ragtime (reprise)/Wheels of a Dream (reprise)
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