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stephen flaherty - nothing like the city lyrics

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tateh (spoken):
mister, please, where is this?

conductor (spoken):
you’re in new roch-lle. you can take the rope off her. this ain’t the city

little boy (spoken):
mother!

mother (spoken):
i see! i see! he’s afraid of losing her. immigrants are terrified of losing their children. so are we but just not so conspicuously. don’t stare. it’s not polite to stare

tateh (spoken):
he’s a rude little boy. ignore him. people of good breeding do not stare at other people. they acknowledge them politely with a bow – like this

tateh:
good day

mother:
good day, sir

tateh:
she called me “sir”
without a doubt
we’re really out
of new york city

mother:
fine weather, isn’t it

tateh:
isn’t it
now that we’re out of the city
isn’t it

both:
nothing like the city

little girl (spoken):
he’s still staring!

tateh (spoken):
never mind

little boy:
my father’s at the north pole
with admiral peary and eskimos
where is your mother?

little girl:
dead

mother (spoken):
edgar!

little boy:
my name is edgar
we’re off to visit our fireworks factory
what is your name?

little girl:
no name

little boy:
that’s impossible
everyone has a name
even the little negro baby
who lives in our attic

mother:
shh – do not be rude
he talks

little boy:
i never knew anyone
who stayed on a rope
like a puppy dog
what does it feel like?

tateh:
i see that

little girl:
safe

mother:
he also stares

little boy:
safe?

mother:
you’d think he’d never
seen someone
from new york city

little girl:
yes

little boy:
everyone’s safe
in new roch-lle

tateh:
that’s children
isn’t it

little girl:
safe?

mother:
isn’t it

little boy:
yes

both:
always another surprise
isn’t it

conductor (spoken):
boston post road trolley! boston!

mother (spoken):
well

tateh (spoken):
well

tateh:
have a pleasant day, ma’am

mother:
have a pleasant trip, sir

both:
nothing like the city

conductor (spoken):
mamaroneck! all aboard for mamaroneck!

little boy (spoken):
we know those people

mother (spoken):
that’s ridiculous. they’re poor foreigners

little boy (spoken):
then we’re going to know them

mother (spoken):
who put such thoughts in your head?



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