Blue

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Trackliste Blue (Oper in 2 Akten) (Gesamtaufnahme) Tesori, Jeanine Prolog - Urgent! - Drop ev'rything! (1. Akt) I was in the heyday of being in love Damn, girl! You married a cop? I love him What about your obsession? I'm gonna strap my baby on my back You havin' a what? - Forgive our sistah. - She knows not what she do Birth that baby boy to term Ha. Ha ha ha I'm having this boy. I'm keeping this boy close We wish on ev'rything youcan wish on Scrape the wax off your wings Übergang How you doin' baby? I'm somebody's mother Hello... Mom! Cup your hand under his head and neck Hello... Helo, my son Go, go, go! - Halftime! - We're all yours, buddy How do you feel? Welcome to the daddy club! How did you produce a son? I've got a baby boy Here's a toast Einleitung You not getting of that easy Yes, sir! Got my own private warden Moved up here so you could spread out and be by yourself No! New York is the richest city in the world Stat stat statue of liberty The world done change - What am I supposed to do? - Stay alive You alive, ain't you? I am out there in the jungle Whatcha gonna do? - Let me go. - No, my son, I will never let you go What is your name, my son (2. Akt) Ah! You are the father whose child was lost Ah! Your heart is broken, I hear it knocking against your ribs This is my badge When my boy was taken from me I did not come here seeking redemption Only a white God You are walking in a terrible darkness, my son May restoring waters clear the night's weeping In my hour of need I seek no salvation from you Come away from the window She sits in the matchbox disguised as a house She was lying in her bed. In her own home. In her bed - Look at her. - She wears the captive shroud of stony death Let us go forth Oh God! Bring my baby back God, give me back any part of my baby My heart... my heart is heavy tonight Somebody... A mother, clear out of her mind God, we ask you, take care of this boy Stay alive Son, the light is turning amber. Run! We sing... Christ wore the crown of thorns Cup your hand under his head and neck Einleitung (Epilog) I don't know what the hell you talkin' about Set aside your sides, eat some set-asides I set aside for my boys - You my son. - I got deep fried, red-eyed, drip-dried... Kneaded, pinched, and prodded Heavenly Father, we humbly thank you Hey Mom, hey Dad