A Quiet Place: Act 2, Scene 4: Trouble in Tahiti (II) What a movie! Songtext
von Leonard Bernstein
A Quiet Place: Act 2, Scene 4: Trouble in Tahiti (II) What a movie! Songtext
What a terrible, awful movie!
It′s a crime what they put on the screen
I can hardly believe what I've seen
Do they think we′re a lot of children?
It would bore any four-year-old
Bored, drivel, what nonsense
What a scapeless technicolor twaddle!
"Traveling to Haiti," indeed
"Traveling to Haiti," imagine
There she is in her inch or two of sarong
Floating among the floating falahus
Then she sees him, the handsome American
I must say, he's really a man
Six feet tall, and each foot just incredible
Well, they're madly in love, but there′s trouble ahead
There′s a letter
"If the princess marry white man
And rape all that lay
Then the white man shall be sacrificed
Without delay"
Sure enough, on the night of their wedding day
There's a storm like nothing on Earth
Tidal waves and siroccos and hurricanes
Time to top it all off, the volcano erupts
As the natives sing, "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah"
Oh, yike, they go crazy
With the drumming and the chanting and ritual dance
While the lovers sing a ballad of salty romance
It′s so lovely, I wish I could think of it
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
What was it called? "Island Magic," I think it was
Oh, a beautiful song, I remember it now, "Island Magic"
"Where the moonlight breezes caress us
And the stars above seem to bless us"
That's "Island Magic"
"Island Magic"
Well, in any case, our hero is tied to a tree
Did I tell you he′s a flyer who got lost at sea?
Anyway, all the natives are crazy now
Running wild with lances and knives
Then they pile up the wood for the sacrifice
And the witch doctor comes and he spits it on fire
As the natives sing, "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah"
Oh, yike, but at this point
Comes the good old U.S. Navy, a-singing a song
They come swarming down in caravans a thousand strong
Everything now is cleared up and wonderful
Everyone is happy as a cat
And they all do this great rumba version of "Island Magic"
Of course, it's a dazzling sight
With the big brown native women
Dancing with the U.S. Navy boys
Of the hundred-piece symphony orchestra
Island magic
The palm trees whisper together
And it′s always nice, come what weather
That's island magic
Island magic with the one I love very near
Island magic, whispering native words in my ear
Island magic, only you, my darling, could weave it
And I never, ever will leave it
And I swear that I will never leave it
It is my island magic
What a terrible, awful movie!
How long have I been standing here chattering?
If I don't get going this minute, there won′t be any dinner
When Sam comes home!
It′s a crime what they put on the screen
I can hardly believe what I've seen
Do they think we′re a lot of children?
It would bore any four-year-old
Bored, drivel, what nonsense
What a scapeless technicolor twaddle!
"Traveling to Haiti," indeed
"Traveling to Haiti," imagine
There she is in her inch or two of sarong
Floating among the floating falahus
Then she sees him, the handsome American
I must say, he's really a man
Six feet tall, and each foot just incredible
Well, they're madly in love, but there′s trouble ahead
There′s a letter
"If the princess marry white man
And rape all that lay
Then the white man shall be sacrificed
Without delay"
Sure enough, on the night of their wedding day
There's a storm like nothing on Earth
Tidal waves and siroccos and hurricanes
Time to top it all off, the volcano erupts
As the natives sing, "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah"
Oh, yike, they go crazy
With the drumming and the chanting and ritual dance
While the lovers sing a ballad of salty romance
It′s so lovely, I wish I could think of it
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
What was it called? "Island Magic," I think it was
Oh, a beautiful song, I remember it now, "Island Magic"
"Where the moonlight breezes caress us
And the stars above seem to bless us"
That's "Island Magic"
"Island Magic"
Well, in any case, our hero is tied to a tree
Did I tell you he′s a flyer who got lost at sea?
Anyway, all the natives are crazy now
Running wild with lances and knives
Then they pile up the wood for the sacrifice
And the witch doctor comes and he spits it on fire
As the natives sing, "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah"
Oh, yike, but at this point
Comes the good old U.S. Navy, a-singing a song
They come swarming down in caravans a thousand strong
Everything now is cleared up and wonderful
Everyone is happy as a cat
And they all do this great rumba version of "Island Magic"
Of course, it's a dazzling sight
With the big brown native women
Dancing with the U.S. Navy boys
Of the hundred-piece symphony orchestra
Island magic
The palm trees whisper together
And it′s always nice, come what weather
That's island magic
Island magic with the one I love very near
Island magic, whispering native words in my ear
Island magic, only you, my darling, could weave it
And I never, ever will leave it
And I swear that I will never leave it
It is my island magic
What a terrible, awful movie!
How long have I been standing here chattering?
If I don't get going this minute, there won′t be any dinner
When Sam comes home!
Writer(s): Leonard Bernstein, Stephen Wadsworth Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
