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Musical: Lestat
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What more could one expect Of something new? A feast of saints and sinners A home spun web of old beginnings, This new world holds the most collective stew For what indeed Could match this popery. Here the immigrant is plentiful, the pagan Indian colorful, This America seemed the ideal spot for me. The German and the Irish flock here With hope and family, The melody of language fills the streets, Like myself, there are the French Who bring their old world common sense While the Spanish bring their fine nobility. Here the tribal garb, the manners Of the free people of colour Seems strange to me When others are enslaved. This New Orleans, this melting pot Is overflowing with cast offs Who've been dragged or freely came across the waves. And here there's (unable to hear lyric) as they shout out the windows 'Welcome to the new world Of the Cajun and the Creole. Welcome to the new World. (Unable to hear lyric) Europeans Shake loose your prior shackles For some good old superstition. Welcome to the new world. For a wealth at new beginnings.' This port is filled with sailors That on drunkenness and leachery Who captor tavern filled with whores and rum While priests run rampant blessing Any malcontent confessor. It's apparent they're outnumbered by the scum. The poet and the artist Find these mean streets most romantic, Enchanted by the bourgeois It's a civilized debauchery A society built on sorcery Who could inspire the most illiterate of beasts And here's there's... as they shout out the windows 'Welcome to the new world Of the Cajun and the Creole. Welcome to The New World. (Unable to hear lyric) Europeans Shake loose your prior shackles For some good old superstition. And welcome to the New World For a wealth at new beginnings.' So I think for me a mansion On some reputable plantation Would well besuit this nouvelle pioneer. For I'm sold upon this city And the grand old Mississippi and the variations of cuisine that are here (Laughter) (Bell tolling)
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