Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Greg Suran
Guitar
Tim Pierce
Guitar
Paul Bushnell
Bass
Dorian Crozier
Drums
Adam Pascal
Vocals
Rosario Dawson
Vocals
Jamie Muhoberac
Keyboards
Tim Weil
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Larson
Songwriter
Rob Cavallo
Arranger
David Campbell
String Arranger
Tim Weil
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rob Cavallo
Producer
Brian Cometa
Engineer
Dan Thompson
Engineer
Elan Trujillo
Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Doug McKean
Recording Engineer
Dan Chase
Engineer
Matt Beckley
Engineer
Andrew Scheps
Mixing Engineer
Testi
What'd you forget?
Got a light?
I know you, you're-
You're shivering
It's nothing, they turned off my heat
And I'm just a little weak on my feet
Would you light my candle?
What are you staring at?
Nothing
Your hair in the moonlight
You look familiar
Can you make it?
Just haven't eaten much today
At least the room stopped spinning, anyway
What?
Nothing
Your smile reminded me of-
I always remind people of
Who is she?
She died
Her name was April
It's out again
Sorry 'bout your friend
Would you light my candle?
Well
Yeah?
Ow!
Oh, the wax
It's-
Dripping!
I like it between my-
Fingers!
I figured
Oh, well
Goodnight
It blew out again?
No, I think that I dropped my stash
I know I've seen you out and about
When I used to go out
Your candle's out
I'm illin'
I had it when I walked in the door
It was pure
Is it on the floor?
The floor?
They say that I have the best ass below 14th Street
Is it true?
What?
You're staring again
Oh, no
I mean, you do have a nice-
I mean-
You look familiar
Like your dead girlfriend?
Only when you smile, but I'm sure I've seen you somewhere else
Do you go to the Cat Scratch Club?
That's where I work, I dance
Yes!
They used to tie you up
It's a living
I didn't recognize you without the handcuffs
We could light the candle
Oh, won't you light the candle?
Why don't you forget that stuff?
You look like you're sixteen
I'm nineteen
But I'm old for my age
I'm just born to be bad
I once was born to be bad
I used to shiver like that
I have no heat, I told you
I used to sweat
I got a cold
Uh-huh
I used to be a junkie
But now and then I like to
Uh huh
Feel good
Oh, here!
What's that?
Oh, it's a candy bar wrapper
We could light the candle
Oh, what'd you do with my candle?
That was my last match
Our eyes'll adjust, thank God for the moon
Maybe it's not the moon at all
I hear Spike Lee's shooting down the street
Bah humbug
Bah humbug
Cold hands
Yours too
Big
Like my father's
Do you wanna dance?
With you?
No
With my father
I'm Roger
They call me
They call me Mimi
Writer(s): Jonathan D. Larson
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