Broadway song about a special place

[HCSsings]

Posted: 4/6/21 at 12:03pm

I need your help! I'm the produce if our high school play this year looking for a song to add for them to sing at the end. The song isn't about a specific place but a special place that you share memories with. I can only find songs about specific places and would love your help!

Updated On: 4/6/21 at 12:03 PM

[Jarethan]

Posted: 4/6/21 at 12:31pm

HCSsings said: "I need your help! I'm the produce if our high school play this year looking for a song to add for them to sing at the end. The song isn't about a specific place but a special place that you share memories with. I can only find songs about specific places and would love your help!"

Somewhere from West Side Story -- 'There's a place for us, somewhere a place for us...'.  Perhaps doesn't meet the specifics, but as timely as ever.

[Dollypop]

Posted: 4/6/21 at 12:57pm

"In My Own Little Corner" CINDERELLA

"Corner of the Sky" PIPPIN

[PutonyourWarPaint]

Posted: 4/6/21 at 1:29pm

NEVERLAND - PETER PAN  is kind of one of those songs for me. Even though it is named, the directions aren't exactly clear "it MIGHT be miles beyond the moon OR right there, where you stand" 

"quite small and nicely crammed with hardly any space between one adventure and another"

"once you have found your way there"

 

....sounds pretty special to me

 

[John Adams]

Posted: 4/6/21 at 6:46pm

The Girl I Mean To Be (The Secret Garden)

I need a place where I can go
Where I can whisper what I know
Where I can whisper who I like
And where I go to see them

I need a place where I can hide
Where no one sees my life inside
Where I can make my plans and write them down
So I can read them

A place where I can bid my heart be still
And it will mind me
A place where I can go when I am lost
And there I'll find me

I need a place to spend the day
Where no one says to go or stay
Where I can take my pen and draw
The girl I mean to be

[brox22]

Posted: 4/8/21 at 9:52pm

"By the Sea"

from Sweeney Todd

Stephen Sondheim

Ooh, Mr. Todd
I'm so happy
I could eat you up
I really could
You know what I'd like to do, Mr. Todd?
What I dream?
If the business stays as good
Where I'd really like to go
In a year, or so
Don't you want to know?

Yes, of course

Do you really want to know?

Yes, yes, I do, I do

Always had a dream
Ever since I was skinny little slip of a thing
And my rich Aunt Nettie used to take me to the seaside
August bank holiday
The pier...
Making little castles in the sand
I can still feel me toes wiggling around in the briney

By the sea, Mr. Todd, that's a life I covet
By the sea, Mr. Todd, oh, I know you'd love it
You and me, Mr. T, we could be alone
In a house what we'd almost own
Down by the sea

Anything you say

Wouldn't that be smashing?

With the sea at our gate we'll have kippered herring
What have swum to us straight from the Straights of Bering
Everynight in the kip, when we're through our kippers
I'll be there slipping off your slippers
By the sea
With the fishies splashing
By the sea
Wouldn't that be smashing
Down by the sea

Anything you say, anything you say

I can see us waking
The breakers breaking
The seagulls squawking
Oh-ooh
I'll do me baking, then I'll go walking
With you, you
I'll warm me bones on the esplanade
Have tea and scones with me gay young blade
Then I'll knit a sweater
While you write a letter
Unless we've got better to do

Anything you say

Think how snug it will be underneath our flannel
When it's just you and me and the English channel
In our cozy retreat kept all neat and tidy
We'll have chums over every Friday
By the sea

Don't you love the weather?
By the sea
We'll grow old together
By the seaside
By the beautiful sea

Oh, I can see us now
In our bathing dresses
You in a nice rich navy
And me, stripes perhaps

It'll be so quiet
That who'll come by it
Except a seagull, oh-ooh
We shouldn't try it
Until it's legal for two
But a seaside wedding could be devised
Me rumpled bedding, legitimized
Me eyelids'll flutter
I'll turn into butter
The moment I mutter, "I do"

By the sea, in our nest
We could share our kippers
With the odd-paying guests from the weekend trippers
Have a nice, sunny sweet for the guests to rest in
Now and then you could do the guest in

By the sea
Married nice and proper
By the sea
Bring along your chopper
To the seaside
By the beautiful sea

Come on, darling
Give us a kiss
Ooh, that was lovely

[brox22]

Posted: 4/8/21 at 9:56pm

Camelot

from the musical CAMELOT; music and lyrics by Alan Jay Lerner and Frederick Loew

ARTHUR:

It's true! It's true! The crown has made it clear.
The climate must be perfect all the year.

A law was made a distant moon ago here:
July and August cannot be too hot.
And there's a legal limit to the snow here
In Camelot.
The winter is forbidden till December
And exits March the second on the dot.
By order, summer lingers through September
In Camelot.
Camelot! Camelot!
I know it sounds a bit bizarre,
But in Camelot, Camelot
That's how conditions are.
The rain may never fall till after sundown.
By eight, the morning fog must disappear.
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot
For happily-ever-aftering than here
In Camelot.

Camelot! Camelot!
I know it gives a person pause,
But in Camelot, Camelot
Those are the legal laws.
The snow may never slush upon the hillside.
By nine p.m. the moonlight must appear.
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot
For happily-ever-aftering than here
In Camelot.

[Robbie2]

Posted: 4/8/21 at 10:18pm

Updated On: 4/8/21 at 10:18 PM

[Robbie2]

Posted: 4/8/21 at 10:20pm

HOME from The Wiz

Think of home
Home

When I think of home
I think of a place where there's love overflowing
I wish I was home
I wish I was back there with the things I been knowing

Wind that makes the tall trees bend into leaning
Suddenly the snowflakes that fall have a meaning
Sprinklin' the scene, makes it all clean

Maybe there's a chance for me to go back there
Now that I have some direction
It would sure be nice to be back home
Where there's love and affection
And just maybe I can convince time to slow up
Giving me enough time in my life to grow up
Time be my friend, let me start again

Suddenly my world has changed it's face
But I still know where I'm going
I have had my mind spun around in space
And yet I've watched it growing

If you're list'ning God
Please don't make it hard to know
If we should believe in the things that we see
Tell us, should we run away
Should we try and stay
Or would it be better just to let things be?

Living here, in this brand new world
Might be a fantasy
But it taught me to love
So it's real, real to me

And I've learned
That we must look inside our hearts
To find a world full of love
Like yours
Like me

Like home...

source: https://www.lyricsondemand.com/soundtracks/w/thewizlyrics/homelyrics.html

[darquegk]

Posted: 4/8/21 at 11:07pm

I had written a cabaret song back in college called “The Bathroom of the Golden Corral,” describing my passive-aggressive love for the hearty but slightly disgusting buffet chain, and how every birthday for years ended with me in agony in their deeply unsanitary bathroom, because I was a glutton for punishment and also a glutton.

Unfortunately, I lost the music for it years ago and haven’t had a reason to reconstruct it. It was sort of stylistically inspired by Amanda Palmer.

It wasn’t a good song and it wasn’t a good place, but it’s certainly a special place.

[brox22]

Posted: 4/8/21 at 11:52pm

(From the musical Evening Primrose)
By Stephen Sondheim
Her:
Let me see the world with clouds
Take me to the world
Out where I can push through crowds
Take me to the world
A world that smiles
With streets instead of aisles
Where I can walk for miles with you
Take me to the world that’s real
Show me how it’s done
Teach me how to laugh, to feel
Move me to the sun
Just hold my hand whenever we arrive
Take me to a world where I can be alive
Him: The world is better here. I know I’ve seen them both.
Let me see the world that smiles Him: A poet doesn’t count for much out there
Take me to the world Him: We’d be cold and hungry in the winter
Somewhere I can walk for miles Him: A shabby room with cracked plaster
Take me to the world Him: You couldn’t get a job
With all around things growing in the ground Him: We’d end up hating each other.
We’d have fights. You’d cry.
Where birds that make a sound are birds
Let me see the world that’s real Him: I have seen the world
Show me how it’s done Him: And it’s mean and ugly
Teach me how to laugh, to feel Him: We could laugh together
Move me to the sun Him: Stay here with me
Just hold my hand whenever we arrive Him: Stay here. I love you. But we’re happy here
Let it be a world with you Him: Stay with me
Any other world with you
Take me to a world where I can be alive
Him:
Do you want the world ?
Well then, you shall have the world
Ask me for the world again
You shall have the world
A world of skies
That’s bursting with surprise
To open up your eyes for joy
We shall see the world come true
We shall have the world
I won’t be afraid with you
We shall have the world
You’ll hold my hand and know you’re not alone
You shall have the world to keep
Such a lovely world you’ll weep
We shall have the world forever for our own

[brox22]

Posted: 4/9/21 at 12:05am

Come From Away the Musical - Welcome to the Rock
by Irene Sankoff and David Hein

On the northeast tip of North America,
on an island called Newfoundland, there's an airport.
It used to be one of the biggest airports in the world,
and next to it is a town called Gander.
Welcome to the rock if you come from away,
You'll probably understand about half of what we say.
They say no man's an island but an island makes a man,
Especially when one comes from one like Newfoundland.
Welcome to the Rock
That mornin' I'm in the classroom,
It's our first day back and school buses are on strike
so I'm coverin' for Annette who's running late.
Sorry Beulah, how's the kids?
Not exactly thrilled to be inside on such a gorgeous day,
so, I told them we'd only half day this mornin',
and they were quite pleased, until I told them we'd have the other half in the afternoon!
Welcome to the wildest weather that you've ever heard of.
Where every one is nicer but it's never nice above.
Welcome to the farthest place you'll get from Disneyland.
Fish and chips and shipwrecks, this is Newfoundland.
Welcome to the rock, an islander, I am an islander. I'm an islander, I am an Islander.
I'm an islander, I am an islander. I'm an islander, I am an islander.
That mornin' I'm in car. The kid's cross Airport Blvd. to get to school,
and that time of day people are in a little bit of a rush to get to work and stuff,
so normally I sit there and run my radar.
And if they're speedin', I'll stop them and write out a warning ticket. I'll write S.T.F.D.
Slow the **** down!
Welcome to the land where the winters try to kill us and we say, "we will not be killed."
Welcome to the land where the waters try to drown us and we said, "we will not be drowned."
Welcome to the land where we lost our loved ones and we said, "we will still go on"
Welcome to the land where winds try to blow, and we said "No!"
That morning I drop my kids off at school and head to the SPCA
where I'm greeted by my "other kids"
all barking and meowing for breakfast and a belly rub. Not that I'm complaining, I love them.
But by the time feeding is done I gotta get back up to pick up my human kids,
so I take just one second for myself and I'm sitting in my car.
I'm in the library.
I'm in the staff room.
And I turned on the radio.
You are here, at the start of a moment, on the edge of the world.
Where the river meets the sea.
Here, at the edge of the Atlantic, on an island in between there and here.
I'm noting my radar when Bonnie comes by.
She pulls up and she is waving at me like mad,
so I rolled down my window and she says:
"Oz, turn on the radio."
"Slow it down Bonn-"
"Jesus H Oz, turn on your radio."
Where our stories start:
It's my first day at the station.
When(?) in the night
I'm getting coffee for the picket line.
Where we know by heart.
It's five minutes till my smoke break.
Every single flight.
I'm off to work at the airport.
Welcome to the fog, welcome to the trees,
to the ocean and the sky, and whatever's in between.
To the one's who left, you are never truly gone.
Our candle's in the window and our candle's always on.
When the sun is coming, and the world has come ashore.
If you're hoping for a harbor than you'll find an open door.
In the winter, from the water, through whatever's in the way,
to the ones who have come from away,
Welcome to the rock!

[justoldbill]

Posted: 4/11/21 at 12:56pm

"A Quiet Land" from ANYA.

[SmoothLover]

Posted: 4/12/21 at 7:48am

A Quiet Thing Fora - The Red Menace. Some music from Brigadoon or Finian’s Rainbow.

[henrikegerman]

Posted: 4/12/21 at 10:23am

most of these are about aspirational destinations rather than missed ones:

As far as missed ones: 
Where or When?
I'll Be Seeing You
The Last Time I Saw Paris
No Place Like London

Don't Fence Me In 
Why do the Wrong People Travel Travel Travel? (Sail Away)
Somewhere 
Wouldn't It be Loverly
Where is the Tribe for Me? (Bajour)
Somewhere Over the Rainbow
My Own Morning (Hallelujah Baby)


 

[Patty3]

Posted: 4/12/21 at 5:29pm

Somewhere That's Green - Little Shop of Horrors

[denali.fire]

Posted: 4/12/21 at 6:25pm

Santa Fe

[denali.fire]

Posted: 4/12/21 at 6:26pm

King of New York

[rougeduck]

Posted: 4/13/21 at 12:08am

Sal Tlay Ka Siti from Book of Mormon
Castle on a Cloud from Les Miserables
Bali Hai from South Pacific

[David10086]

Posted: 4/13/21 at 3:50pm

I think 'Summer Nights' from GREASE could work. They are singing about meeting on 'the beach' every night during the past summer.