Opening Doors lyrics

- Merrily We Roll Along

Opening Doors lyrics

Opening Doors

(Frank is working at the piano, Charley at a typewriter.)

FRANK
How's it going?

CHARLEY
Good. You?

FRANK
Fair.

CHARLEY
Yeah, tell me.

FRANK
(answering phone)
Chinese laundry.

MARY
(also at a typewriter, into phone)
Hi.

FRANK
Mary ?

CHARLEY
Say hello.

MARY
I think I got a job.

FRANK
Where?

MARY
True Romances.

FRANK
Posing?

MARY
Thank you. Writing captions.

FRANK
What about the book?

MARY
What about the book?

FRANK
Nothing, are you working on your book?

MARY
Yes ?

FRANK
Good.

MARY
No ?

FRANK
Mary ?

MARY
Right, I know, yes, me and Balzac ?

(She hangs up. They all resume work.)

CHARLEY
I finished the one-act.

FRANK
I got an audition ?

MARY
I started the story.

FRANK
? Rehearsal pianist.

CHARLEY
So where are we eating?

MARY
I'm moving to Playboy.

FRANK
The publisher called me.

CHARLEY
I'm doing a rewrite.

MARY
My parents are coming.

FRANK
I saw My Fair Lady.

CHARLEY
I rewrote the rewrite.

FRANK
I sort of enjoyed it.

MARY
I threw out the story.

CHARLEY
I'm meeting an agent.

ALL
We'll all get together on Sunday.

We're opening doors,
Singing, "Here we are!"
We're filling up days
On a dime.
That faraway shore's
Looking not too far.
We're following every star ?
There's not enough time!

(They pursue their jobs.)

FRANK
I called a producer.

CHARLEY
I sent off the one-act.

MARY
I started the story.

FRANK
He said to come see him.

CHARLEY
I dropped out of college.

MARY
I met this musician.

FRANK
I'm playing a nightclub.

CHARLEY
They're doing my one-act!

MARY
I'm working for Redbook.

FRANK
I rewrote the ballad.

MARY
I finished the story.

CHARLEY
We started rehearsals.

MARY
I threw out the story
And then the musician.
I'm moving to Popular Science.

ALL
We're opening doors,
Singing, "Look who's here!"
Beginning to sail
On a dime.
That faraway shore's
Getting very near!
We haven't a thing to fear,
We haven't got time!

(They go back to work intensely.)

FRANK
How's it coming?

CHARLEY
Good. You?

FRANK
Done.

CHARLEY
One minute ?

FRANK
(answering phone)
Hamburg Heaven.

MARY
(into phone)
Hi.

FRANK
Mary ?

CHARLEY
Say hello.

MARY
I got another job.

FRANK
Where?

MARY
Chic.

FRANK
What's that?

MARY
A brand-new concept:
Pop-up pictures.

FRANK
What about the book?

MARY
What about the book?

FRANK
Did you give the publisher the book?

MARY
Yes ?

FRANK
Good.

MARY
No ?

FRANK
Mary ?

MARY
Look, I ?

CHARLEY
(ripping the paper out of the typewriter)
Finished!

FRANK
Let me call you back.

MARY
(hanging up)
Right.

CHARLEY
This is just a draft.

FRANK
Right.

CHARLEY
I haven't had the time to do a polish ?

FRANK
Will you sing!!

CHARLEY
Right.
(reading from his lyrics)
"Who wants to live in New York?
Who wants the worry, the noise, the dirt, the heat?
Who wants the garbage cans clanging in the street?
Suddenly I do.
(They are now auditioning for Joe Josephson.)
They're always popping the cork ? "
I hate that line ?
"The cops, the cabbies, the salesgirls up at Saks,
You gotta have a real taste for maniacs ?
Suddenly I do!"

JOE
That's great. That's swell.
The other stuff as well.
It isn't every day
I hear a score this strong
But fellas, if I may,
There's only one thing wrong:

There's not a tune you can hum.
There's not a tune you go bum-bum-bum-di-dum.
You need a tune you can bum-bum-bum-di-dum ?
Give me a melody!

Why can't you throw 'em a crumb?
What's wrong with letting 'em tap their toes a bit?
I'll let you know when Stravinsky has a hit ?
Give me some melody!

Oh sure, I know,
It's not that kind of show.
But can't you have a score
That's sort of in between?
Look, play a little more,
I'll show you what I mean ?

CHARLEY
"Who wants to live in New York?
I always hated the dirt, the heat, the noise.
But ever since I met you, I ? "

JOE
Listen, boys,
Maybe it's me,
But that's just not a hummmmmmmmmmmmmable melody!
(as he leaves)
Write more, work hard ?
Leave your name with the girl.
Less avant-garde ?
Leave your name with the girl.
Just write a plain old melodee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee ?
Dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee ?

CHARLEY
They're stopping rehearsals.
They ran out of money ?

MARY
We lasted one issue.
My book was rejected ?

FRANK
The nightclub was raided.
I have to start coaching ?

MARY
My parents are coming.

CHARLEY
They screwed up the laundry.

FRANK
My wallet was stolen.

MARY
I saw the musician.

CHARLEY
We're being evicted.

MARY
I'm having a breakdown.

ALL
We'll all get together on Sunday.

They're slamming doors,
Singing, "Go away!"
It's less of a sail
Than a climb.
That faraway shore's
Farther every day.
We're learning to ricochet ?
We still have a lot to say ?

FRANK
You know what we'll do?

CHARLEY
What?

FRANK
We'll do a revue.

CHARLEY
What?

MARY
What?

FRANK
We'll do a revue of our own!

MARY
What?

CHARLEY
Where?

MARY
Why?

CHARLEY
When?

FRANK
Not just songs, but stories, scenes,
Piano pieces, mime ?

CHARLEY
Yeah!

MARY
Frankly Frank ?

FRANK
A showcase of our own?

CHARLEY
Where?

FRANK
The club's reopening.

MARY
We'll write a lot of new stuff ?

CHARLEY
Rewrite the old stuff ?

FRANK
What about the girl?

CHARLEY
What about the girl?

FRANK
Only that we're gonna need a girl.

CHARLEY
Well, Mary ?

MARY
Thanks, I don't perform except at dinner.

(A girl auditions for them.)

GIRL AUDITIONING
"Who wants to live in New York?
Who wants the worry, the noise, the dirt, the heat?
Who wants the garbage cans clanging in the street ? ?"

FRANK
Thank you for coming.
(A second girl ? Beth ? steps up.)
Next eight, please.

BETH
"They're always popping their cork ? "

FRANK
(to Ted)
Up a tone.

BETH
" ? The cops, the cabbies, the salesgirls up at Saks ? "

FRANK
Up a tone.

BETH
" ? You gotta have a real taste for maniacs ? "

FRANK
Thank you. You're hired.

BETH
I'm Beth.

FRANK
I'm Frank.

BETH
I really thought I stank.

MARY
I'm Mary.

CHARLEY
Charley.

FRANK
By the way,
I'm told we open Saturday ?

THE OTHERS
What!

MARY
You're not serious!

CHARLEY
Nobody's ready!

FRANK
Apparently someone cancelled a booking.

CHARLEY
The songs aren't finsihed ?

MARY
And what about costumes?

BETH
And how do I learn all these numbers?

FRANK
I'll bring you the copies of everything later this evening.

| BETH
| Okay, but I'll have to have all the music, and
| Saturday I've got to sing at a wedding. Oh,
| God, is there dancing, 'cause I'm not a dancer ?
|
| CHARLEY
| Not to mention I still haven't finished the
| Synanon song or the Kennedy number ?
|
| FRANK
| You don't have to, we'll segue the
| End of it into the dance we cut out ?

| CHARLEY
| ? And what'll we do about getting publicity,
| Run around town putting stickers on windows ? ?
|
| MARY
| And have we decided or not on the restaurant sketch?
| I need two or three days to replace it ?
|
| FRANK
| No, we'll use it but not with the long introduction ?

ALL
We'll worry about it on Sunday!

We're opening doors, singing, "Here we are!"
We're filling up days on a dime.
That faraway shore's looking not too far.
We're following every star ?
There's not enough time!

We're banging on doors, shouting, "Here again!"
We're risking it all on a dime.
That faraway shore's looking near again,
The only thing left is when,
We know we should count to ten ?
We haven't got time!
We haven't got time!
Last Update: June, 12th 2013


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