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Musical: Fame
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MISS BELL Artists are special celestial fools first with the talent for breaking the rules unfit for confinement in cubicle schools artists are special MISS SHERMAN Artists are people not primitive fools they learn what to do before breaking the rules they know that the brain is the finest of tools artists are people BOTH Whether in theatre or music or dance they have to be given the chance MISS BELL to fly by the seat of their pants MISS SHERMAN to develop their minds and be nurtured BOTH like plants MISS SHERMAN Artists are part of the same human race as everyone else in the same bloody place you learn to survive or you fall on your face artist or not artist or not (spoken) Greta, you know that 90% of these kids will never make a living in the arts we have to prepare them for life or what's Tyrone gonna do if he can't make it as a dancer mop floors? MISS BELL Tyrone will make it (sung) I've seen them come and go for all these years kids with no talent for anything more than carrying spears another year another shipment lacking the drive or the style or the basic eqipment this one is different. And i can see me there unremarkable me the kid in the ballet class the princess i wanted to be tutu and point shoes hair in a bun completely unnoticed as if i were no-one this one is different i tell you this one can dance this one is virtual i tell you give him a chance (spoken) Tyrone will make it, he will MISS SHERMAN Fine, and i wish him luck but this is an academic institution with academic standards Oh i know, we're the fame high school now ever since that movie came out they come here expecting to become stars and you people think you run the show here oh teach them to perform and who cares if they can read or write who needs to write anyway as long as they can sign their name on a contract MISS BELL and who are you? defender of the true faith MISS SHERMAN Exactly! (sung) What did they tell me when i was a girl Learn... Day after day when i was a girl Learn... The land of dreams waits over the meadow if you can find a way out of the ghetto learn, learn put your faith in books that will protect you put your faith in books and a mind of your own neither charm or looks will make them respect you you must learn to stand you must learn to stand alone picture a little girl in glasses and brace a little starch dress at the end of the corridor shes holding to walk waiting for the bell ring parying for the day to end forcing herself to go back to her class again hearing her mamas words �put your faith in books� MISS BELL this one is different MISS SHERMAN put your faith in books MISS BELL this one can dance MISS SHERMAN put your faith in books MISS BELL artists are special MISS SHERMAN artists are people BOTH this one must have the chance this one must have the chance. [Thanks to Alex Rosenberg for lyrics] Back to main page: Fame Lyrics
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