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Santa Fe
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Musicals
Santa Fe was released on August 1, 1996 by Verve (Adult Contemporary) MC as a part of the album The Best of Rent - Highlights from the Original Cast Album (Original 1996 Broadway Cast)
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Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM154

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rent
Rent
Performer
Wilson Jermaine Heredia
Wilson Jermaine Heredia
Performer
Jesse L. Martin
Jesse L. Martin
Performer
Adam Pascal
Adam Pascal
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Larson
Jonathan Larson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Arif Mardin
Arif Mardin
Producer
Steve Skinner
Steve Skinner
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
New York City
(Uh huh)
Center of the universe
(Sing it, girl)
Times are shitty
But I'm pretty sure they can't get worse
(I hear you)
[Verse 2]
It's a comfort to know
When you're singing the hit the road blues
That anywhere else you could possibly go
After New York would be a pleasure cruise
[Verse 3]
Now you're talking
Well, I'm thwarted by a metaphysic puzzle
And I'm sick of grading papers that I know
I'm shouting in my sleep, I need a muzzle
All this misery pays no salary, so
[Verse 4]
Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
Sunny Santa Fe would be nice
Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
And leave this to the roaches and mice
Oh oh-whoa oh oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh oh-oh-oh oh-oh oh oh oh
[Verse 5]
You teach?
I teach, computer age philosophy
But my students would rather watch TV
America
America
[Verse 6]
You're a sensitive aesthete
Brush the sauce onto the meat
You could make the menu sparkle with a rhyme
You could drum a gentle drum
And I could seat guests as they come
Chatting not about Heidegger but wine
[Verse 7]
Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe (Santa Fe)
Our labors would reap financial gains (Gains, gains)
We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe (Santa Fe)
And save from devastation our brains (Save our brains)
[Verse 8]
We'll pack up all our junk and fly so far away
Devote ourselves to projects that sell
We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
Forget this cold Bohemian hell
[Verse 9]
Oh oh-whoa oh oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh oh-oh-oh oh-oh whoa-oh-oh-oh
Oh oh-whoa oh oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh oh-oh-oh oh-oh oh oh oh
[Verse 10]
Do you know the way to Santa Fe?
You know, tumbleweeds, prairie dogs, yeah
Written by: Jonathan Larson
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