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Ringmaster: Ladies and Gentlemen Imagine a bird on song in a tree An ordinary bird like you or like me Imagine some ruffian happening by And beating him within an inch of his life Then a priest from some denomination Witnessing this abomination Blesses not the bird but the beast The Unknown Soldier appears on the field And takes the bird's feathers to put on his shield Then a powerful judge from the high court Decrees that the birds really ought Not be allowed to sing in the trees But then one day Some of the priests and soldiers and judges Putting aside some old worn grudges Changes their minds and the birds sang again It was the Revolution The Revolution is a story of birds Of sticks and stones and bushes and bones Chorus: A story of now, a story of then A story of women, a story of me Letras de canciones Ringmaster: A story of everything to come Of everything under the sun "Honest Bird, Simple Bird" Marie Marianne: Honest bird, simple bird Just longing to be spreading the word Feeling the rain, feeling the sun But your time has not come Your song is not heard Honest bird Chorus: Singing is forbidden in the fig tree Singing is forbidden in the olive tree Singing is forbidden in the pear tree No singing in the olive or the fig or the pear tree No more singing in the fig tree No more singing in the pear tree Someone's hanging in the olive There's someone hanging in the olive tree Singing in the fig tree, that's forbidden Singing in the pear tee, that's forbidden Singing in the olive, that's forbidden Someone's hanging in the olive tree Someone's hanging in the olive tree Marie Marianne: You come to earth, you have no choice Could be a seamstress or serving girl Or butcher's boy Could be a dead beat Or one of the elite Maybe the bird ill find his voice And make a choice From all the wheat and all the chaff It's the knowledge that you glean Makes you what you'll be And the knowledge that you lack A rod for your own back Leaves you in purgatory Honest bird, simple bird "I want to be King" Chorus: Make your choice, find your voice I want to be King, Queen, Courtesan, Dauphin I want to be Cardinal, Capitaine, King of Kings I want to be God Solo Children's Choir: I want to be King I want to be the Queen I want to be the Courtesan I want to be the Dauphin I want to be the Cardinal I want to be the Capitaine I want to be the king of Kings I want to be God! I am a great big pig I am the King of France His wife likes to dance I am the Church of Rome I stand behind the throne I am the public purse They think I'm bottomless I am the public accountants I'm in a bit of a mess I am the American War They say I'm rather greedy I am the national debt I'm big, but needy I am the noble, I am the clergy I am the ordinary man I am hungry I am starving This cake needs re-carving Chorus: I'm the, I'm the, ravening wolf I'm the, I'm the, heart of thorns It's the end of the shield of divine law I'm the oak tree I am the columbine I am the pig searching for truffles And I am the peacock whose feathers are ruffled "Let us break all the shields" Troublemaker: Let us break all the shields And soil the ermine Take the oak, and the olive tree Make their philosophy our own The pigs eat the acorns The rich eat the pork The poor eat the olives and spit out the stone Revolutionary Priest: All we ask is a little tax from the nobility The spat out stone will grow in time into an olive tree We will smoke our pork over a fire of basilic Troublemaker and Priest: And plant the laurel tree To make, to make, a wreath, a wreath A wreath to plant the Republique Revolutionary Priest: We will smoke our pork upon the pyre of privilege The flames of castles burning will dance from ridge to ridge We'll break all the shields Spit out all the stones Make the oak and olive tree's philosophy our own The pigs eat acorns The rich eat the pork The poor eat the olives and spit out the stones Chorus: We will smoke our pork over a fire of basilic We'll plant the laurel tree To make our laurel wreaths A wreaths to crown the Republique From Letras Mania