The Confidence Man
Loosly based on the novel by Herman Melville

01 New Orleans Is Comin’ To Me
– Norbert Leo Butz, Yancey Arias, Jamison Stern and Chorus
7:27 Jim Steinman / Ray Errol Fox
02 Pitch Penny
– Andre De Shields
3:02 Jim Steinman / Ray Errol Fox
03 Such Heaps of Fine Friends
– Mark Nadler, Terry Waldo and The Novelty Syncopators
2:32 Jim Steinman / Ray Errol Fox
04 Edging Into Darkness
– Julia Murney (with Yancey Arias and Jamison Stern)
5:09 Jim Steinman / Ray Errol Fox
05 Methinks
– Eric Michael Gillett, D.J. Bradley and Thomas Stamet
1:48 Jim Steinman / Ray Errol Fox
06 Confidence
– Mark Nadler
2:16 Jim Steinman / Ray Errol Fox
07 Nocturnally Yours
– LaChanze
4:44 Jim Steinman / Ray Errol Fox
08 Pain Humbles
– Norbert Leo Butz
3:47 Jim Steinman / Ray Errol Fox
09 A Maiden Is Only as Maiden as She Feels
– Garrett Long with The Novelty Syncopators
2:36 Jim Steinman / Ray Errol Fox
10 Give Us This Day Our Daily Flesh
– Chuck Cooper
4:47 Bobby Blume / Ray Errol Fox
11 Sanctimonious Sambo
– Terry Waldo and The Novelty Syncopators
2:45 Jim Steinman / Ray Errol Fox
12 Milady
– Yancey Arias
2:53 Jim Steinman / Ray Errol Fox
13 A Soft-Handed Gentleman (It’s Your Life)
– Andrea Marcovicci and KT Sullivan
2:49 Jim Steinman / Ray Errol Fox
14 Something of This Masquerade May Follow
– Chorus
Reprise: New Orleans Is Comin’ To Me
–Yancey Arias
5:01 Jim Steinman / Ray Errol Fox

Music by Jim Steinman
Music to "Give Us This Day Our Daily Flesh" by Bobby Blume
Book and Lyrics by Ray Errol Fox

CD Produced by Jeff Olmsted for Original Cast Records

Original orchestrations by Steve Margoshes
Adapted by Jeffrey Olmsted
Arrangements for The Novelty Syncopators by Terry Waldo
Vocal Arrangement for "Methinks" by D.J. Bradley

Jeff Olmsted: Keyboards, Programming and Guitars
Tom Christensen: Reeds

Chorus:
George Best, Rayme Cornell, Lauren Fox, Jean Fox, Shani Glance, Jessica Grant, Peter Gregus, Kirsten Hughes, Barbara Rosene, Jamison Stern, Rebecca Wolfe, Bruce Yeko

Terry Waldo’s Novelty Syncopators:
Craig Ventresco: Guitar, Banjo
Terry Waldo: Piano
Pete Devine: Percussion
Orange Kellin: Clarinet

Label Original Cast Cat.No. OCR 6058 Format CD Year 2003 Country USA

New Orleans Is Comin’ To Me

Passengers:
I’ve got a funny kind of feelin’
Like standin’ on top of the sea
Instead of me going’ the way to New Orleans
New Orleans is comin’ to me

It doesn’t matter where I’ve been to
What matters is where I will be
Most places I’ve been to, I’ve been to too often
But New Orleans is comin’ to me

So dance me a while
Advance me a while
Fidèle, be faithful
Escort me a while
Cavort me a while
Fidèle, be true
Sing me past the shapes that assemble on the borders of the night
Lift me through the mountains that tremble ’til the ending is in sight

Deep roots grow along the river
Long shoots flow into its waters
The blood of the Missisippi
Rises up in it’s sons and daughters

Warm finger breezes got a hold of me
Proud arms are pullin’ me forward
Ancestral tears are washin’ over me
I’m crying, ‘cause I’m travel-tired

Mama, I’m home again!

A distant dot on the horizon
Is risin’ beyond Tennessee
From Vicksburg to Greenville, and on up to Clarksdale
New Orleans is comin’ to me

There is magic more than this one
That beckons so welcomingly
Just outta St. Louis, and halfway to heaven
New Orleans is comin’ to me

It means something
It means something
I’m standing still through Memphis
And I really want to emphasize
I’m standing still through Memphis
And I really want to emphasize

It means something
It means something
I’m suddenly in Natchez
And I don’t know where the catch is
But I’m suddenly in Natchez
And I don’t know where the catch is

But it means something
It means something...

[ musical interlude ]

It means something
It means something
Cruisin’ through Tallulah
Too unsual to eulogize
We’re cruisin’ through Tallulah
Too unusual to eulogize

It means something
It means something
Tallulah and Eudora
Oozin’ to us through the flora
Marianna, then Eudora
Then Tallulah through the flora

Oh it means something
It means something...

Deep roots grow along the river
Long shoots flow into its waters
The blood of the Missisippi
Rises up in it’s sons and daughters

Warm finger breezes got a hold of me
Proud arms are pullin’ me forward
Ancestral tears are washin’ over me
I’m crying, ‘cause I’m travel-tired

Mama, I’m home again!

It isn’t God or superstition
That makes me go down on one knee
It’s something I feel, like a boat feels the water
New Orleans is comin’ to me

Pitch Penny

Black Guinea (The Confidence Man):
Pitch penny! Pitch penny!
My mout is my mitt if you pitch any! Pitch penny!
Pitch penny! Pitch penny!
My paunch is my purse if you pitch many! Pitch penny!

Cast down your coins, down cast your eyes
Miss Fortune’s cut me down to tighs
I come to believe, from the angle I’ve seen it
That life is a sandwich with nothin’ between it

Sand… wich… hand… twitch… and pitch… penny
Sand… wich… hand… twitch… and pitch… penny

No buttons! No buttons!
What good can you reap if you sow buttons?! No buttons!
Pitch penny! Pitch penny!
The palm that is empty should itch plenny! Pitch penny!

If you will pay we’ll play a game
I’ll flash my teeth while you take aim!
My mouth like an infants the day that you wean it
And life is a sandwich with nothin’ between it

Sand… wich… hand… twitch… and pitch… penny
Sand… wich… hand… twitch… and pitch… penny

No buttons! No buttons!
I beg you again not to throw buttons! No buttons!
Pitch penny! Rich penny!
Pitch penny! Rich penny! Pitch penny!

Pitch penny....

Such Heaps of Fiene Friends

Barber: Did ever one man have such heaps of fine friends?
Such bosom aquaintances on whom he depends?
A circle of confidants responsive to all his wants?
That friendship that always wants the hand he extends?

Clergyman: It fills my heart with pride to know that there exists
An open fraternity of love that persists
Nothing’s as conforting as–
Barber:You can always tell who has–
Clergyman:The man sleeps well who has–
Both:Such heaps of fine friends

Barber:A man in mourning clothes
Clergyman:Another in gray
Barber:Another in business suit all heading our way
Clergyman:A doctor of herbs is due in snuff-colored, tan surtout
’S ‘nuff to give answer to this surly survey

Barber: You overlooked the man primar’ly in red
Whose name ends, like all the rest, with man, so he said
Both: We only forced him to add the colleagues he never had
No beggar ever had such heaps of fine friends

Barber: Did ever beggar hav such heaps of fine
Friendly accomplices on whom he depends?
A circle of con confidants responsive to all his wants?
That friendship that always wants the hand he extends?

Chorus: It fills my heart with pride to know that there exists
Clergyman:You bet your life there exists
An open fraternity of love that persists
Clergyman:an open, clear-cut alternative to slashing your wrists

Barber & Clergyman: There’s nothing as conforting as
Such heaps of–but, hell who has such
such fine-feathered–well, who has
Such heaps of fine friends....

Edging Into Darkness

Young Woman:
I don’t have a dream to my name
Or a prayer or a poem to invoke
Every day of my life ends the same
Down in flame, up in smoke

Edging into darkness
Easing into darkness
Fading into darkness–nothing near me
Stumbling into darkness
Groping into darkness
Calling into darkness–can you hear me?

Of all the laments that are sung
And heroic events that are told
Mine just smolder like ash on my tongue
I’m too young to be old

Edging into darkness
Easing into darkness
Fading into darkness–nothing near me
Stumbling into darkness
Groping into darkness
Calling into darkness–can you hear me?

I’d sacrifice myself at any price
If only I were able, once or twice
To melt the fire, to freeze the ice
Or lie between a tear-stained sea and a sky wept clean

But all that I have is a star
And a candle that flickers and fails
And if things stay as dark as they are
I’ll go far, wind in sail–edging into darkness

Steal away, angel steal away
While you still have your wings, steal away
On a bright cloud of morn
You’ll be cradled and reborn
Steal away, angel steal away

Steal away, angel steal away
While you still have your wings, steal away
On a bright cloud of morn
You’ll be cradled and reborn
Steal away, angel steal away
Steal away
Steal away
Steal away
Steal away....

Methinks

Ringman (The Confidence Man): The lady doth protest too much, methinks!
Her thunder doth suggest too much, methinks!
Methinks I see the truth–
The lady well be mine forsooth!
The lady well be mine… forsooth!

Steward: The lady is above all, she thinks!
And that’s the riddle of it all, methinks!
She can’t be all that good–
A lady isn’t made of wood!
A lady isn’t made… of wood!

Ringman, Steward & Customs Officer: She is full of sound and fury
Signifing plenty
Fast and free, and fancies me
And over one-and-twenty!

The lady will reverse herself, methinks!
But she’ll pretend to curse herself, methinks!
If she meant what she said
Milady would be home instead!
Milady would be home… in bed!

Steward:Instead of on the roam–
Steward & Customs Officer:Instead of on the foam–
Ringman:Milady would be home… in bed!

Steward:The lady will be thine–
Customs Officer:The lady will be thine–
Ringman:The lady will be mine… forsooth....

Confidence

Ringman (The Confidence Man):
Have confidence in someone with confidence in you
Trust someone and become one of the few who do
I ask a vote of your confidence–give what you can afford
A note of your confidence to reach a-chord

Confidentially speaking you’ll feel years lighter when
You answer yes by tweaking the no’s you followed
Then I tell you in confidence:
If I had your confidence I’d use it to get it again

Never could abide, never could abide irony
Never could abide, never could abide satire
Irony and satrire tire me, ire me–
Products of the system, easy to resist them
In my pursuit of genuine confidence

Have confidence in someone with confidence in you
Trust someone and become one of the few who do
I ask a vote of your confidence–give what you can afford
A note of your confidence to reach a-chord

Confidentially speaking you’ll feel years lighter when
You answer yes by tweaking the no’s you followed
Then I tell you in confidence:
If I had your confidence I’d use it to get it again
I’d use it to get it again

Nocturnally Yours

Young Woman:
Something that there is about us
Says the night can’t pass without is
We belong together, nocturnally

Should we two be separated
Close your eyes and we’ll be mated
We’ll be joined together, nocturnally

Thru the forest of our longing cuts a path that clears the way
Not for long will we be longing for our bodies to obey
For something that there is–that there is in all I’m feeling
Isn’t as revealing as when night comes stealing in
And I become–I become–

I will be yours nocturnally
I will be, for eternity, I will be nocturnally yours
I am yours, yours nocturnally
I am yours, for eternity I will be nocturnally yours

Think of what we have to go on
Anything that we are low on
Won’t keep us long from going on, nocturnally

Let us swear from this day forward
You have mine and I have your word
We will come together, nocturnally

On a wave of tender power we’ll be carried through the night
Spending hour after hour ’til forever is in sight
Oh, think of what we have–what we have and all I’m feeling
Isn’t as revealing as when night comes stealing in
And I become–I become–

I will be yours nocturnally
I will be, for eternity, I will be nocturnally yours
I am yours, yours nocturnally
I am yours, for eternity I will be nocturnally yours

I will be yours nocturnally
I will be, for eternity, I will be nocturnally yours....

Pain Humbles

Healman (The Confidence Man):
While you endure a stabbing pain and doctors seek the germ germane
Alas, in vain, your spirit plainly crumbles–pain humbles
You disregard that you are ill, a pillar in your own mind still
But there’s no pill for when a pillar tumbles–pain humbles

You’re overweight–they operate
You deviate–they operate
You palpitate–they operate
You bet you–they get you!

’Tho you insist you’re geting strong
The doctor says, It won’t be long
‘Cause W-what went wrong went r-really wrong,"
He fumbles–pain humbles!

Pain humbles
Pain humbles

In spite of all his high ideals a man is only how he feels
And when he feels on his last heels, he grumbles–pain humbles
A rich man may luxuriate until his heart beats fluctuate
Then at the gate of his estate he stumbles–pain humbles!

Without a cure–a man is poor
The cure obsucure–a man is poor
A temperature–a man is poor
You add it–you’ve had it!

From all that cake you’re left a crumb
You nibble it and down you come!
Your teeth go numb an lo!
Your stomach rumbles–pain humbles!
Pain humbles
Pain humbles....

So if it’s gout that gets your goat
Or if you’re smote by stomach bloat
For every dote there’s an anti-dote
You feel it–I’ll heal it

I’ll make this claim and make it stick
What hurts you hurts me to the quick!
I writhe when sick with pain
A victim mumbles–pain humbles!
Pain humbles
Pain humbles

I’ll make this claim and make it stick
What hurts you hurts me to the quick!
I writhe when sick with pain
A victim mumbles–pain humbles!
Pain humbles
Pain humbles
Pain humbles
Pain humbles....

A Maiden Is Only as Maiden as She Feels

Young Woman:
It’s no use pretending you’re something that you’re not
A maiden is only as maiden as she feels
In spite of the arrow that hits the beauty spot
A maiden is only as maiden as she feels
’Tho under the collar she is too hot not to trot–we all have our ideals
As long as her maiden name is all that she’s got
A maiden is only as maiden as she feels

Enticed or inveigled, arroused or plain provoked
She’s maiden as long as she keeps her pretty head
Seduced or molested, debauched, defiled or stroked
She’s maiden as long as she keeps her little head
The most she’ll admit too is having once been poked–until the maiden’s wed!
Far from uncovered, she’s never been uncloacked!
She’s maiden as long as she keeps her maiden’s head

When the wolf is at my door
I will face his roaring jaws
But I don’t want to languish in his pregnant paws
I’ve been maiden in distress!
I’ve been maiden in demand!
The only maid I’ve never been is made by hand

While dreaming divinely, supinely or prone
A maiden is only as maiden as she feels
While sartyrs massage an erogenous zones
A maiden is only as maiden as she feels
I’ve knibbled the sweatmeats and gnawed at the bone of life’s exotic meals
I eat with my finges, but I sleep alone!
A maiden is only as maiden as she feels

I eat with my finges, but I sleep alone
A maiden is only as maiden as she feels....

Give Us This Day Our Daily Flesh

Soldier of Fortune:
This… wreck you see before your eyes
Was once a young man on the rise
This… Lazarus risen from the dead
Was such a smart boy, his father said
Such a sweet boy, his mother said

How do you make aa boy a man?
Give him a foe he’s better than
Give him a hero’s call to war
Give him a cause worth fighting for
Give him a cause worth killing for

Follow me brother, thru this field
Courage our sword and God our shield
There lie’s a fortress in the night–
Let’s have a look before it’s light
Let’s have a look by firelight!

Give us this day our daily flesh
Give us your young men, firm and frsh
Give us the strength to do God’s will
Teach us to pray and the to kill
For the love of God–let me kill!

But the fort that I burnt was a farmhouse
It took a poisened eye to destroy
And the soldier I killed was no soldier at all
And the man that I killed was a boy–like me–
The man that I killed was a boy!

Suddenly I begin to run
Taking more lives before I’m done
Don’t you stop me! Don’t you… why?!
Didn’t I warn you? Didn’t I?
I tried to warn you? Didn’t I?

Give us this day our daily flesh
Give us our bodies, firm and frsh
Give us the strength to get me home
Give me the chance to see my home
For the love of God–get me home!

Then I looked at myself in a river
But all I saw was human debris
So I looked for myself in the river
And found every corps that I faced had a face–like mine–
The face on the river was me!

[spoken]

But I did get home. I got to my front door just in time to see my parents accepting the honors for their son… a hero killed in action. A hero! Me!
There I stood when the shock killed my mother. And I watched as her death killed my dad. And as each of them died…
A part of my mind died… again… and the last… gasp of grace from my soul… I lost… I lost everything I had

[sung]

Give us this day our daily flesh
Give us your young men, firm and frsh
Give us the strength to do God’s will
Teach us to pray and the to kill
For the love of God–why?!
For the love of God–let me die....

Sanctimonious Sambo

Helpman (The Confidence Man): Sanctimonious sambo, tapping tales on his tambourine
Silent Sam with his damn bow, fiddling fibs with pious man
One man’s mumbo jumbo is the other’s dumb show
A two-faced twosome, black and white–light on dark, dark on light

Clergyman: Sanctimonious sambo, stretching truth with his outstreched palms
Silent Sam with his damn bow, fingering the sacred psalms
Pinchbeck limbs akimbo, or pinched lips in limbo
Crooked bookends, white and black, crooked tongue, crooked back....

Customs Officer: Sanctimonious sambo, turning heads with his twisted limbs
Silent Sam with his damn bow, catching throats with his tongue-tied hymns
In our sea they wallow, swilling lies we swallow
Counterfeits in black and white, plain as day all right–all right....

Milady

Goodman (The Confidence Man):
With that gleam in your eye
I could fashion a diamond to array milady
With the silk of your sigh
I could polish a diadem of jewels for your crown

Let me string and bedeck
Last nights stars for your necklace, everyday, milady
Squeeze the stormclouds for wine
And gather silver linings for your gown

Just a smile from that face
And the world is your bracelet if you wish, milady
If the shade is too dull
I can borrow the colour from the blush of your cheeks

Take the song that you sing
And I’ll serve it with springtime on a dish, milady
Nature’s music was made
To seranade milady when she speaks....

Take the song that you sing
And I’ll serve it with springtime on a dish, milady
Nature’s music was made
To seranade milady when she speaks....

A Soft-Handed Gentleman (It’s Your Life)

Young Woman & Female Companion:
Suppose a soft-handed gentleman
Should turn the knob thus
What would become of us?
What would become of us?

Suppose that, entering our chambers
He should fiddle and fuss
What would become of us?
What would become of us?

Imagine fingers a-flailing
While we’re reeling and railing
And our knees slowly sinking
While our senses go sailing
Our trices and trusses he’d distress–
He’d distress–
And distruss–
What would become of us?
What would become of us?

So, take this traveller’s bolt and this traveller’s belt
They’re the two best devices a thief ever felt
Try this traveller’s alert and this traveller’s alarm
And this false-bottom sling for the afluent arm

Here’s a bell you can grip while you’re taking a nap
For the overnight trip here’s a game-hunter’s trap
Wear this garter of chain, use this stay, it’s a knife
Here’s a sword, it’s a cane–take them all! It’s your life!

Here’s a bell you can grip while you’re taking a nap
For the overnight trip here’s a game-hunter’s trap
Wear this garter of chain, use this stay, it’s a knife
Here’s a sword, it’s a cane–take them all! It’s your life!

It’s… your… life!

Something of This Masquerade May Follow

Passengers:
Something of this masquerade may follow
Enter someone in disguise
Clad in truth, and cloaked in lies
Baring and unmasking every hollow
And something of this masquerade may follow

Something of this big parade may catch us
Enter someone beating drums
Tempting fate and down it comes
Threatening to discover and dispatch us

And something of this big parade
Something of this mass charade–
Something of this masquerade may follow

There’s a stain spreading over the land
There’s a vileness clouding the water
And a blue-grey hawk in the bloodshot sky
Leads his blue-grey brother to slaughter

Can the music drown out the marching?
Can the river cover the tears?
Can the mania hold back tomorrow
On this ship that destiny stears?

Something of this masquerade may follow
Enter someone in disguise
Clad in truth, and cloaked in lies

Something of this masquerade may follow
Enter someone in disguise
Clad in truth, and cloaked in lies

Something of this big parade may catch us
Enter someone beating drums
Tempting fate and down it comes
Threatening to discover and dispatch us

And something of this big parade
Something of this mass charade–
Something of this masquerade may follow

New Orleans Is Comin’ To Me (reprise)

Deep roots grow along the river
Long shoots flow into its waters–
The blood of the Missisippi
Rises up in it’s sons and daughters....