Santa Fe – Wilson Jermaine Heredia, Jesse L. Martin, Anthony Rapp & Adam Pascal (from “Rent (Original Broadway Cast Recording)” soundtrack)
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[ANGEL:] New York City
[MARK:] Uh huh
[ANGEL:] Center of the universe
[COLLINS:] Sing it, girl
[ANGEL:] Times are shitty But I’m pretty sure they can’t get worse
[MARK:] I hear that
[ANGEL:] It’s a comfort to know When you’re singing the hit the road blues That anywhere else you could possibly go After New York would be a pleasure cruise
[COLLINS:] Now you’re talking
Well, I’m thwarted by a metaphysic puzzle And I’m sick of grading papers that I know And I’m shouting in my sleep, I need a muzzle All this misery pays no salary, so Let’s open up a restaurant in Santa Fe Oh, sunny Santa Fe would be nice We’ll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe And leave this to the roaches and mice
Oh-oh
[ALL:] Oh…
[ANGEL:] You teach?
[COLLINS:] Yeah, I teach. Computer age philosophy While my students would rather watch TV
[ANGEL:] America
[ALL:] America!
[COLLINS:] You’re a sensitive aesthete Brush the sauce onto the meat You could make the menu sparkle with a rhyme You could drum a gentle drum I could seat guests as they come Chatting not about Heidegger, but wine!
Let’s open up a restaurant in Santa Fe Our labors would reap financial gain
[ALL:] Gain, gain, gain
[COLLINS:] We’ll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe And save from devastation our brains
[HOMELESS:] Save our brains
[ALL:] We’ll pack up all our junk And fly so far away Devote ourselves to projects that sell We’ll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe Forget this cold Bohemian hell Oh…
[COLLINS:] Do you know the way to Santa Fe? You know, tumbleweeds… prairie dogs…