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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eddie Redmayne
Vocals
Aaron Tveit
Vocals
Students
Chorus
Anne Dudley
Piano
Stephen Brooker
Music Director
Rael Jones
Programming
Nick Hill
Assistant Programming
Rolf Wilson
Orchestra Leader
Skaila Kanga
Harp
Dave Daniels
Cello
Michael England
Chorus Director
Adam Goldsmith
Guitar
Anna Noakes
Flute
Bruce White
Viola
Daniel Bhattacharya
Violin
Jake Walker
Viola
James Bellamy
Programming
Janey Miller
Oboe
Mark Berrow
Violin
Maya Bickel
Violin
Neil Stemp
Programming
Nicholas Bucknall
Clarinet
Pat White
Trumpet
Rachel Bolt
Viola
Ralph Salmins
Drums
Richard Cookson
Viola
Robert Houston
Programming
Roger Linley
Double Bass
Steve Mair
Double Bass
Tom Pigott-Smith
Violin
Tom Rees-Roberts
Trumpet
Tom Rees-Roberts
Trumpet
Tom Rees-Roberts
Trumpet
Warren Zielinski
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Claude-Michel Schönberg
Composer
Alain Boublil
Lyrics
Jean-Marc Natel
Lyrics
Herbert Kretzmer
Lyrics
Stephen Metcalfe
Orchestrator
Anne Dudley
Orchestrator
Chris Jahnke
Adapter
Stephen Brooker
Orchestrator
Dakota Music Services
Score Preparation
Gerard McCann
Score Editor
Rael Jones
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stephen Metcalfe
Producer
Lee McCutheon
Producer
Cameron Mackintosh
Producer
Anne Dudley
Producer
Claude-Michel Schönberg
Producer
Becky Bentham
Music Supervisor
John Warhurst
Editing Engineer
James Bellamy
Editing Engineer
Robert Houston
Editing Engineer
Neil Stemp
Editing Engineer
Matt Robertson
Editing Engineer
Jonathan Allen
Recording Engineer
Sam O'Kell
Additional Engineer
Simon Rhodes
Additional Engineer
Chris Barrett
Assistant Recording Engineer
Fiona Cruickshank
Assistant Recording Engineer
Olga Fitzroy
Assistant Recording Engineer
Paul Pritchard
Assistant Recording Engineer
Andy Nelson
Mixing Engineer
Catherine Grieves
Music Supervisor
Simon Gibson
Mastering Engineer
Simon Hayes
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
The time is near
So near it's stirring the blood in their veins!
And yet beware
Don't let the wine go to your brains!
For the army we fight is a dangerous foe
With the men and the arms that we never can match
It is easy to sit here and swat 'em like flies
But the national guard will be harder to catch.
We need a sign
To rally the people
To call them to arms
To bring them in line!
(Marius enters)
Marius, you're late.
What's wrong today?
You look as if you've seen a ghost.
Some wine and say what's going on!
A ghost you say... a ghost maybe
She was just like a ghost to me
One minute there, and she was gone!
I am agog!
I am aghast!
Is Marius in love at last?
I've never heard him 'ooh' and 'aah'
You talk of battles to be won
And here he comes like Don Ju-an
It's better than an o-per-a!
It is time for us all
To decide who we are
Do we fight for the right
To a night at the opera now?
Have you asked of yourselves
What's the price you might pay?
Is it simply a game
For rich young boys to play?
The color of the world
Is changing day by day...
Red - the blood of angry men!
Black - the dark of ages past!
Red - a world about to dawn!
Black - the night that ends at last!
Had you been there tonight
You might know how it feels
To be struck to the bone
In a moment of breathless delight!
Had you been there tonight
You might also have known
How the world may be changed
In just one burst of light!
And what was right seems wrong
And what was wrong seems right!
Red...
I feel my soul on fire!
Black...
My world if she's not there!
Red...
The color of desire!
ALL
Black...
The color of despair!
Marius, you're no longer a child
I do not doubt you mean it well
But now there is a higher call.
Who cares about your lonely soul?
We strive toward a larger goal
Our little lives don't count at all!
Red - the blood of angry men!
Black - the dark of ages past!
Red - a world about to dawn!
Black - the night that ends at last!
Well, Courfeyrac, do we have all the guns?
Feuilly, Combeferre, our time is running short.
Grantaire, put the bottle down!
Do we have the guns we need?
Give me brandy on my breath
And I'll breathe them all to death!
In St. Antoine they're with us to a man!
In Notre Dame they're tearing up the stones!
Twenty rifles good as new!
(Gavroche rushes in shouting)
Listen!
Twenty rounds for every man!
Listen to me!
Double that in Port St. Cloud!
Listen everybody!
Seven guns in St. Martin!
General Lamarque is dead!
Lamarque is dead.
Lamarque! His death is the hour of fate.
The people's man.
His death is the sign we await!
On his funeral day they will honor his name.
It's a rallying cry that will reach every ear!
In the death of Lamarque we will kindle the flame
They will see that the day of salvation is near!
The time is near!
Let us welcome it gladly with courage and cheer
Let us take to the streets with no doubt in our hearts
But a jubilant shout
They will come one and all
They will come when we call!
Writer(s): Herbert Kretzmer, Claude-michel Schonberg, Alain Albert Boublil, Jean-marc Natel
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