"Welcome-ye, You're in Five Points" from ROPE, perf. by the (M)orons
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- Опубликовано: 1 мар 2015
- by RYAN SCOTT OLIVER
Lyrics (some different than video)
“WELCOME-YA, YOU’RE IN FIVE POINTS”
THE DAYBREAK BOYS:
Welcome-ya, you’re in Five Points,
New York, 1864.
The “mouth o’ hell in Manhattan,”
In the time of Civil War.
Here we are now in Five Points.
Ooh, those two words leak with blood!
Architects paved the Lake Collect
For this crap-hole covered in crud.
Where Park and Worth and Baxter cross,
Morality here is obsolete;
The Devil Himself lives down the street.
Hey! Livin’ downtown in Five Points
In this mixed-up neighborhood.
Irish, black, white - the gang’s all here,
(And a dime for ev’ry Jew)
Shalom! Dia Duit^! And welcome you!
(They cheer and jeer at the audience.)
Twelve to a room in Five Points.
Cuz your mother past out drunk,
Papa just lost the business,
And you’re stealin’ stolen junk.
Hard to find God in Five Points,
Tho’ we’ve churches chock-a-block.
Jesus came once to Park Place,
And said, “Christ! It smells like cock.”
These tenements may stay the years
Reality’s worse than they’ll depict
In this pestilent ward that Hell hath bricked.
But! Sure there’s some good in Five Points …
It ain’t all so sturm und drang.
Pockets o’ folks make off real good,
And they live great lives, no doubt -
They’re just no fun to sing about!
(Stage opens up to see Five Points)
Pass the vagabonds gone mad with the heat,
(Who bow low to pigs in the street),
And the washerwoman cursing her cous’,
(Who made shop where the Old Brew’ry was),
Down our Murd’rer’s Alley; (ragpickers’ bones,
And blackguards’ bodies scatt’rin’ the stones),
As the Negro’s walkin’ scared to the church,
Irish men ahead of the lurch,
They search for hope,
Tuggin’ life by a rope which hangs (it hangs!) -
Yet, that’s not the worst!
The worst is the gangs.
Ah yes, the gangs …
The Gangs of New York.
(The Native B’hoys emerge. Clay among them.)
Careful-ya, you’re in Five Points,
Where the Gangs of New York reign.
Not talkin’ your Jets and Sharks, love -
These’d bash their frickin’ brains.
Lately the kings o’ Five Points
Are the Native B’hoys - right there.
They were born in Manhattan,
So it’s theirs by blood, they swear.
Tho’ soon you’ll call it Chinatown,
Plurality’s got with Native knives,
Your boy could be king (if he survives!).
Native B’hoys hate the Irish,
‘Cuz the Irish ruled before.
Natives keep Irish underfoot,
But today we’ve a change of scene -
Today the Irish fight back!
And crown
A
Queen…
Now the Son of Aaron takes back the Points
As she, his new queen, he anoints.
It’s a war that sets our play in its course,
And war will be our tale’s driving force.
It’s a story of a Native roué,
A storytellin’ thief we’ll call Clay,
And a boy named Shy, who’s eerie and blind …
A boy named Shy with whom he must bind …
And find that hope
Can live in a rope they’ll tie, they’ll tie - !
Give-ya nine cheers for Five Points,
Cuz it’s here our stars’ll cross.
Take it from us, The Daybreak Boys,
We’ll make you a story to hum,
With our fiddle, guitar and drum;
It’s a journey out of a slum
Called Five Points.
Welcome-ya!
Five Points! RAH! 
Видеоклипы
1:21 he... He did the beetlejuice smile lmao
Man, Alex Brightman is sooo entertaining to watch in this!
His beetlejuice is showing lmao
Baby Brighty!
I love when he gets so passionate he takes the mic off of it's stand
He’s always entertaining to watch in videos tbh
Those key changes make my soul ascend to the heavens every time.
I've watched this probably 10 times in the last week i'm so in love with it. F. Michael Haynie is a perfect creature. The (m)orons are my favorite human beings. that is all.
I don't know why but I find this song very motivating. It has easily become my favorite tune lately
I don't understand half of what they're saying, but damn if this isn't a bop!
I'm so in love I don't even know what to say right now
May i just say, I choked multiple times.
Oh hello, I'm back as I tend to be. I love them. The song is amazing they are amazing okay thanks bye.
I love these (M)orons they are amazing
Alex your beatlejuice is showing
Wowie Mommy I’m on Tv HAHAHAHA I WAS THINKING THE SAME THING
Their harmony tho omg
F is amazing in this! haha I looooove him!!
Those last 8 seconds are beyond awesome
I love everything about this!
This has big Great Comet vibes and I adore
This is amazing.
OH MY GOD! BABY BRIGHTMAN!! YOURE GONNA GO FAR BUDDY! YOU WON 2 TONYS!!
i litterally cant not think of Beetlejuice when he wobbles around all though out the video and bounces at 4:02. espescially beetlejuice vibes at 1:20
Wtf why is this so underrated
I love them
Alex brightman gracias por existir 💙
Why is this not on Spotify
1:17 i see a little beetlejuice there
he wasn't even Beetlejuice here, yet you can still hear it
Is this a full musical?
...when you live in South Carolina Five Points is n o t fun to be in during 5 o'clock traffic....
n o t
f u n
OMG Ikr I used to live there its NOT FUN At ALLL
Imagine Alex singing this in the Beetlejuice voice!!!
Not gonna lie I copied this off of Google but here’s the lyrics-
Welcome-ya, you’re in Five Points,
New York, 1864.
The “mouth o’ hell in Manhattan,”
In the time of Civil War.
Here we are now in Five Points.
Ooh, those two words leak with blood!
Architects paved the Lake Collect
For this crap-hole covered in crud.
Where Park and Worth and Baxter cross,
Morality here is obsolete;
The Devil Himself lives down the street.
Hey! Livin’ downtown in Five Points
In this mixed-up neighborhood.
Irish, black, white - the gang’s all here,
(And a dime for ev’ry Jew)
Shalom! Dia Duit^! And welcome you!
(They cheer and jeer at the audience.)
Twelve to a room in Five Points.
Cuz your mother past out drunk,
Papa just lost the business,
And you’re stealin’ stolen junk.
Hard to find God in Five Points,
Tho’ we’ve churches chock-a-block.
Jesus came once to Park Place,
And said, “Christ! It smells like cock.”
These tenements may stay the years
Reality’s worse than they’ll depict
In this pestilent ward that Hell hath bricked.
But! Sure there’s some good in Five Points …
It ain’t all so sturm und drang.
Pockets o’ folks make off real good,
And they live great lives, no doubt -
They’re just no fun to sing about!
(Stage opens up to see Five Points)
Pass the vagabonds gone mad with the heat,
(Who bow low to pigs in the street),
And the washerwoman cursing her cous’,
(Who made shop where the Old Brew’ry was),
Down our Murd’rer’s Alley; (ragpickers’ bones,
And blackguards’ bodies scatt’rin’ the stones),
As the Negro’s walkin’ scared to the church,
Irish men ahead of the lurch,
They search for hope,
Tuggin’ life by a rope which hangs (it hangs!) -
Yet, that’s not the worst!
The worst is the gangs.
Ah yes, the gangs …
The Gangs of New York.
(The Native B’hoys emerge. Clay among them.)
Careful-ya, you’re in Five Points,
Where the Gangs of New York reign.
Not talkin’ your Jets and Sharks, love -
These’d bash their frickin’ brains.
Lately the kings o’ Five Points
Are the Native B’hoys - right there.
They were born in Manhattan,
So it’s theirs by blood, they swear.
Tho’ soon you’ll call it Chinatown,
Plurality’s got with Native knives,
Your boy could be king (if he survives!).
Native B’hoys hate the Irish,
‘Cuz the Irish ruled before.
Natives keep Irish underfoot,
But today we’ve a change of scene -
Today the Irish fight back!
And crown
A
Queen…
Now the Son of Aaron takes back the Points
As she, his new queen, he anoints.
It’s a war that sets our play in its course,
And war will be our tale’s driving force.
It’s a story of a Native roué,
A storytellin’ thief we’ll call Clay,
And a boy named Shy, who’s eerie and blind …
A boy named Shy with whom he must bind …
And find that hope
Can live in a rope they’ll tie, they’ll tie - !
Give-ya nine cheers for Five Points,
Cuz it’s here our stars’ll cross.
Take it from us, The Daybreak Boys,
We’ll make you a story to hum,
With our fiddle, guitar and drum;
It’s a journey out of a slum
Called Five Points.
Welcome-ya!
Five Points! RAH!