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Fright of Their Lives
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INTERPRÉTATION
Alex Brightman
Alex Brightman
Chant
Rob McClure
Rob McClure
Chant
Kerry Butler
Kerry Butler
Chant
Beetlejuice Original Broadway Cast Recording Ensemble
Beetlejuice Original Broadway Cast Recording Ensemble
Chœur
Adam Laird
Adam Laird
Claviers
Nate Mayland
Nate Mayland
Trombone
Conrad Korsch
Conrad Korsch
Basse
Kris Kukul
Kris Kukul
Direction d’orchestre
Shannon Ford
Shannon Ford
Batterie
John Putnam
John Putnam
Guitare
Sean Driscoll
Sean Driscoll
Guitare
MIDIOMATIC, LLC
MIDIOMATIC, LLC
Synthétiseur
Joey Joseph
Joey Joseph
Claviers
Joshua Mark Samuels
Joshua Mark Samuels
Percussion
Tony Kadleck
Tony Kadleck
Trompette
Jay Branford
Jay Branford
Bois
Rick Heckman
Rick Heckman
Bois
Vito Chiavuzzo
Vito Chiavuzzo
Bois
Dylan Drake Schwab
Dylan Drake Schwab
Trompette
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Eddie Perfect
Eddie Perfect
Paroles/Composition
Kris Kukul
Kris Kukul
Orchestration
Emily Grishman Music Preparation
Emily Grishman Music Preparation
Copie musicale
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Eddie Perfect
Eddie Perfect
Production
Brandon Chevere
Brandon Chevere
Assistance d’ingénierie
Carlos Mora
Carlos Mora
Assistance d’ingénierie
Neal Shaw
Neal Shaw
Assistance d’ingénierie
Thom Beemer
Thom Beemer
Assistance d’ingénierie
Oscar Zambrano
Oscar Zambrano
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Isaiah Abolin
Isaiah Abolin
Ingénierie de prise de son
Alex Timbers
Alex Timbers
Production
Kurt Deutsch
Kurt Deutsch
Production
Matt Stine
Matt Stine
Production

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Okay Listen up, I'm not gonna lie Right now, you couldn't frighten a fly Or scare a seagull off of a fry You ever stop to ask yourselves "Why?" Both of you are super polite Middle class, suburban, and white Well, all of that is finished tonight Except for the white part, obviously Take your places I want scary faces Now go! Bigger, further, harder Not bad Sever a head Preferably someone you know Look at me, I'm so scary Don't be so vanilla Would a little anger kill ya? C'mon, drop your panties I'm trying to fill you With wisdom and skill And the instinct to kill Again, we do not want to kill anyone Fine! But somehow, someway You gotta make 'em see ya' I'm talkin' jump scares The jerky Japanese ghost-walk, plus Learn to throw your voice Fool your friends Fun at parties Now that is cool! I wanna do that! Whatever it takes to make 'em go crazy Raising the stakes by punching a baby Scare 'em awake 'til they break They'll be quaking in fright 'Cause you've got some evil deep down inside you Put all the farmer's markets behind you You've gotta work Gotta haunt 'til it hurts through the night And give those guys the fright of their lives Yeah, yeah! Let's start with things that you hate Hate's a very strong word Perhaps when people are late Or getting pooped on by birds No, what fills you with rage? Being mean to a pet Chefs who use too much sage when they make beurre noisette Over-glutinous food Or when kids call me "dude" Oh, I find that so rude! Well, there's lots there to use Take a deep breath And give me your best primal scream Ah! Barbara, that was brilliant! Really? Try it again Maybe this time pretend like you mean it Ah! That was even better! Thanks! I want freedom But to get my freedom I need them To get a living person to say my name Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse? I know that beggars can't be choosers But do they have to be such losers? Both of them are deathly dull and lame Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse Why God, slash Satan, did you send these bed wetters? Even, like, a tax attorney would've been better Somebody with gravitas Somebody to fear who Excuse me, Mr. Betelgeuse So, we can kind of hear you Yeah? Well, that was a soliloquy so you're the one who's being rude Whatever it takes to make 'em go crazy Turn all the lights on Dress like a baby Adam, I don't even— no! Get your heads in the game Let's hide their phones Screw their phones! Ugh, these dopes are both hopeless How will I ever survive? Unless they get the fright of their lives (yes, yes, we're feelin' it, they're gonna feel it, we're killin' it!) They gotta get the fright of their lives (we're scary, very, very, scary!) They'll never get the fright of their lives (yeah!)
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