Unofficial Tarrytown Lyrics

Since the lyrics aren't posted anywhere yet, I've made a little unofficcial collection (words and analysis are based on my own limited understanding so there could easily be mistakes, feel free to offer feedback). Main fandom account: @tarrytown-musical

[tarrytown-lyrics]

Tarrytown

Track 1

ICHABOD:

Morning in Tarrytown

Folks are just waking 

A cricket still sounds 

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There goes the school bus 

There goes a paperboy making his rounds 

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Small town American lives

Small town America thrives 

I’ve noticed in Tarrytown 

Tarry in here still survives

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On one of the houses

A nameplate of spouses 

Here so-and-so died 

Colonial charm stifles any alarm 

There's a meth lab inside 

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Sure all the roads are run down

But Walmart just opened ‘cross town

So why is living in Tarrytown leaving me so terrified?

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Back in New York, there’s limitless places to eat

In New York, you push through the mobs on the street 

And it smells

But it’s home

In New York

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There goes the mailman

Proud of mullet and proud of his gun

Drive-thru at Dairy Queen’s packed

Fatties love their fast food on the run 

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Soccer moms idly besmirch

Then Sunday, they all go to church 

Hypocrisy’s not a tangible thought, it’s fun 

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Back in New York, at least people say what they mean

In New York, you feel you’re a part of the scene

And if not

Just pretend

In New York

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But I’m in Tarrytown

Newly transplanted and newly employed 

I’m reminiscing and already missing the life I enjoy

That’s where comparisons end

Maybe here I’ll make a friend

I might be a hit

I might be a bit paranoid 

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And maybe I’ll meet the love of my life

Hell, I’ve been here now barely a day

It’s not like I’m in some alien country

Manhattan’s an hour away

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And maybe it’s now a possible dream 

To give me life some cognoscible theme 

So fuck you to my old boss- a bulimic bitch

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Which brings me to Tarrytown 

Face the adventure with honor, with pride

A new chapter starting 

My terror departing with every stride 

Goodbye to my morning, a city more hick

Good morning to Tarrytown citizenship 

Good riddance to all the good nights and good lucks no one said 

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Welcome to Tarrytown

Maybe I’ll tarry here

‘Till I’m dead 

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Ichabod, recently moved from New York City to the colonial, quaint Tarrytown, explores the town in the morning, noticing and comparing his new life to his old one.

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Katrina’s Welcome Song

Track 2

Katrina:

Ichabod Crane, Ichabod Crane

My name’s Katrina, hello

Ichabod:

Hi, nice to meet you

Katrina:

Hey, how’s it going?

Ichabod:

Well- 

Katrina:

We’re thrilled that you’re here

Thank god for you

Our last music teacher just was let go

Don’t know why

Never liked her much 

It’s fine

Now you’re here

Ichabod:

Wow, wh-

Katrina:

Talk off your ear, I know

Sorry, I know, I’ll never change

So my mother says so

Come on with me

I’m not the principal

That’s Ms. Hudson-Flint 

There’s a hyphen in it

I’m her assistant 

She couldn't be here 

Ichabod:

Oh-

Katrina:

Sends her regards 

So you’re from Manhattan

Ichabod:

Yeah- 

Katrina:

Wow, I’m obsessed! 

Ichabod:

Well- 

Katrina:

We should go, more than once a year

And see all those shows

Eat in those restaurants 

But money’s so tight

You know, I’m sure

Having moved out here from-

Wait, hold still

Do you see that?

Ichabod:

What? 

Katrina:

That maple leaf falling from the sky

It’s the first of the season 

And summer waves goodbye 

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What was I saying?

I can’t remember 

Oh right! Ms. Hudson-Flint 

Ichabod:

Right 

Katrina:

Said to show you your classroom 

So, come on with me 

It’s just in here

Music appreciation first, is that right?

And the choir

God, I love to hear the kids when they’re singin’

Stirs up something in me

Beautiful kids

Voices so pure 

Before they learn how things can suck

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Hey, this is it!

Your very own prison

I’m not usually this dark

But this morning- never mind

So your classroom 

It’s shabby, I know

There were some cuts 

In the budget for the arts

No one cares, not out here

Maybe in the city

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People out here, trust me I know them

I’m Tarrytown born, Tarrytown bred, never lived anywhere else

Why’d you leave?

New York City

To come to this town, so insular

You perceive it’s so pretty 

If that’s what you prefer

Ichabod:

It’s not about wanting to move here

It’s all about needing to leave 

Sorry 

Let’s talk about it later

I have lesson plans to go through 

Katrina:

Of course, sorry. The kids will be here in an hour. Good luck with your first day!

Ichabod:

Katrina, wait- thank you. You’re really nice.

Katrina:

Sure. Hey, why don’t you come over for dinner tonight?

Ichabod:

You want to have dinner with me?

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Katrina welcomes Ichabod to Tarrytown on his first day of teaching and shows him around the school, discussing New York City, the choir, and autumn. She invites him over for dinner that night, much to Ichabod’s surprise. 

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My New Gay Best Friend

Track 3

Ichabod:

Back in New York

Amidst all the traffic and sound, I was lost

Now suddenly look what I’ve found

A friend

Who knew, who’d ever construe such a turn around

Katrina:

My new gay best friend

How continental, cultivated and sophisticated

I will be with my new gay best friend 

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Not just ornamental

A relationship reciprocated  

I can talk of heartache and heart throbs

Blow outs and blow jobs 

With my new gay best friend 

Ichabod:

Antonio Vivaldi's opus number eight- The Four Seasons 

Conchardo number three, Autumn 

First movement 

Katrina:

My new gay best friend 

He’s from Manhattan 

And tonight he’s coming over to my house for dinner

My new gay best friend

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I could make Au Gratin

That is New York City, friends are prettier and thinner

God, he’s so fancy 

Why am I so antsy? 

‘Bout my new gay best-

Ichabod:

Katrina! 

Katrina:

Hey! How’d the morning go?

Ichabod:

Pretty well, I think. As an introduction to classical music, we talked about Vivaldi- The Four Seasons. We listened to Autumn, of course, since it’s, y’know

Katrina:

Autumn 

Ichabod:

Right. How was your morning?

Katrina:

Oh my god, crazy, always. But, look, here’s my address for tonight. Come by around six. Ok?

Ichabod:

Ok! See you tonight, then. Thanks, again.

Katrina:

My new gay best friend

Someone who gets me

Maybe we’ll go on adventures in the city

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Me and my new gay best friend

If my husband lets me

Hope he doesn’t and gets jealous

My new friend will take me shopping at Macy’s 

The Will to my Grace's

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My gay new best

My best new

My new gay best friend 

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Katrina, after finding out that Ichabod is gay, decides that he’ll be her “new gay best friend” and dreams about the adventures they’ll go on in New York City. Between her verses of excitement, they meet up throughout Ichabod’s first day and talk about classes and their plans for dinner that night. 

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Four Downs to the Ten-Yard Line

Track 4

Brom:

What do you mean, you don’t get how it’s played? I mean, just ‘cause you’re a homo doesn’t mean you can’t watch football. I mean, you’re still a dude, right?

Ichabod:

I guess

Brom:

I mean, who ever said football is for beer-guzzling troglodytes in trailer parks? We scholars of the academe can enjoy it on a whole other level. Look-

First, you’ve got your two teams

Titans bursting the seams of their uniform’s design

Coin toss to begin it, each one wants to win it 

Each one thinking this is mine

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Based on his own charter, coaches signs a starter

Wound up like a tense turbine

Kickoff, then we’re going

Cheers and whistles blowing

Four down to the ten-yard line

You follow?

Ichabod:

Um… 

Brom:

Guards and wide receivers

Touchdowns who’s achievers thank their maker most divine

Corner-backs appearance

No catch interference 

See that perseverance shine

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Every quarter’s kick mate

And to date a sick play

Run by a tight end survive

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Huddle at the scrimmage

Patriotic image

Four downs to the ten-yard line

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As the football flies through the midday skies

Cue the crowds who rise with a roar

And it’s no surprise

When you realize you’ll idealize ever more

Score!

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There go the offensive line men

Their extensive masses black as iodine 

Giants making tackles 

Always make my hackles bristle like a porcupine 

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Fans who fill the bleachers 

Contumacious creatures worship at their chosen shrine 

I could spend my life here

TV, game, my wife, beer 

Four downs to the ten-yard line

Commercial break- you following?

Ichabod:

It’s great. Lot of fun.

Katrina:

You boys doing ok?

Ichabod, you need anything? Wine?

Ichabod:

No, fine, thank you

Katrina:

Brom, can you help me-

Brom:

Not now, hon, the game’s on

Watch now, see them crumble

Ref calls it a fumble

So cue the new coaches whine

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Holy shit! He missed it

Kicker barely kissed it

And yet you just sit benign

You might think it’s corny

But this makes me horny

I could rub one out just fine

Once more in slow motion

Jesus! Grab the lotion

Four down to the ten-yard line

Ichabod:

Who’s this guy?

What’s his deal?

What’s this awkwardness that I feel?

When he’s near

When he’s close

There’s a flutter of fear that I can’t diagnose

Brom:

See the football flying, the defense trying

The losers crying, the shame

Then the band starts playing, the crowd is fraying

The game’s over, change the channel to sports entertainment and we can do the commentary

Ichabod, you're missing everything

Ichabod:

I’m intrigued

What’s his aim?

I ignite when he says my name

Brom is straight

That’s just great

Why am I always into guys who aren’t available and even if they were, would never go for me

Brom:

Watch the game!

Ichabod:

Right. Focus on the fine men

Brom:

The offensive line men

Ichabod:

Check out number 49

Makes a big impression

Brom:

Football’s my obsession

You pick out your valentine 

Ichabod:

Look, I’m a musician

When’s the intermission?

Brom:

Oh, what, you need a glass of wine?

Ichabod:

Well- 

Brom:

Ichabod, you kill me 

God, this game can thrill me

Kicker’s in the high behind

Ichabod:

Geschichte feile or a heismann? 

Brom:

What?

Ichabod:

Nothing

Both:

Four downs to the ten-yard line!

Katrina:

Dinner’s ready!

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Brom introduces Ichabod to football before dinner, and explains the basics to him while they watch a game together. Ichabod realizes his feelings for Brom during this, but comes to terms with his chances with him.    

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Dinner for Three (Part One)

Track 5

Katrina:

Turn that off, now come in here

Grab a glass, do you want wine or beer?

Ichabod:

Just water

Katrina:

Take a seat wherever

Ichabod:

Thank you

Katrina:

We’re thrilled to have company

Brom:

How’re classes going?

Ichabod:

Good, thanks, yeah, I mean, it’s tough

Brom:

Sure, starting over, new town, all that stuff

Got a boyfriend yet?

Katrina:

Brom, that’s enough

We’re having dinner for three

Brom:

I’m making conversation

Katrina:

Don’t put him on the spot, this is a celebration

To new friends, New York, and Jesus Christ, it’s hot in here

Ichabod:

Please pass the salad, thanks

Brom:

No sweat

Have you seen much of our city yet?

Katrina:

What’s to see? This small town sucks, I bet

Compared to big NYC

Ichabod:

Delicious dinner for three

Katrina:

It’s too bad. What I wouldn’t give for a Trader Joe’s. My cousin in Albany has one and doesn’t shut up about it

Brom:

Oh, c’mon, Kat, we have some great places downtown these days. There’s that olive oil place, with the free tasting that you love. And the tea room, with all those teas!

Katrina:

There’s three nice restaurants, a couple craft galleries and a bike shop. Fifth avenue, it is not

Katrina:

Do like that sauce?

Ichabod:

I do

Katrina:

It’s from Stop and Shop, the wine is too

We’re supposed to get a whole foods, true, but they’ve said that for years

Brom:

Hon, you love that little bakery right down the street

They’ve got the best bagels you’ll ever eat

Katrina:

He’s a New Yorker, Brom, you can’t compete 

Brom:

You said you love all the shmears

Katrina:

But there’s no competition

Everyone knows that

They’re a New York tradition

Brom:

So what, you always complain they make you fat

Katrina:

Shut up, Brom

Anyways, it’s just as well

What’s the latest on that big hotel?

I read somewhere they might have to sell

To a Saudi Arabian soon

Or some Korean tycoon

It’s such a *hiccups* excuse me!

Brom:

Hon, maybe you’ve had enough?

Katrina:

It was a hiccup, Brom, for Christ's sake

Ichabod:

That was delicious, thank you

Brom:

Ichabod, tell us what you miss most back home

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Katrina, Brom, and Ichabod eat dinner together. Brom asks Ichabod about how’s he’s adjusting to life in Tarrytown, while Katrina fills him in on what stores and attractions they have in the town. 

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Back Home

Track 6

Ichabod:

Miss 

What I miss most is the spirit

There’s vitality, you hear it 

Fills the atmosphere back home

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This 

Small town life, it has its virtue

Has potential to divert you 

From the life you knew back home

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But then there’s all this shit the city has shown you

First it’s welcomed you, then overthrown you

When you find yourself alone, you

Are on your own back home

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So you find yourself going out there 

And you find yourself having fun

But then you find yourself starting to doubt where

You’ve run

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True 

You can go to a museum

Broadway shows- yeah, you can see ‘em

Lots to occupy your days

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Blue 

Try a restaurant 

Try a waiter 

Just don’t try to see him later

A capricious crowd, the gays

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So you leave that scene somewhere behind you

‘Till some couple rolls in to remind you

That all you want’s someone to find you 

A better kind of home

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Ichabod thinks back to New York City, the home he fell in love with, and tells Katrina and Brom about everything back home, eagerly telling them the good and also hinting at the less pleasant parts of it. Despite enjoying Tarrytown so far, he still misses New York, where he felt like he fit in and had a home. 

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Dinner for Three (Part Two)

Track 7

Katrina:

Hey, are you still with us?

Ichabod:

Wow 

What? 

Katrina:

Grab those cookies

Ichabod:

Sure 

Katrina:

Right there, in that box

Brom:

Where? In this box?

Katrina:

Does someone want to share? 

I don’t want a whole one

Thank you

They're lovely

Have two or three

Ichabod:

Can I help with anything- the dishes?

Katrina:

No, but stay a while longer-

Brom:

Honey, I’m heading off to read some, early day tomorrow

Katrina:

Goodnight 

Brom:

Good to meet you

Ichabod:

You too

Katrina:

One chardonnay? 

Ichabod:

No thank you, leave it, ok?

Sorry, long day

I really should go. If it gets any more dark out I’ll get lost in those woods walking home

Katrina:

Just stay, have one Belvita?

Brom:

Katrina, leave the man alone

Ichabod:

No, really-

Katrina:

Come on, fine, I’ll make a cappuccino

Ichabod:

Ok, if Brom stays 

Brom:

I can’t, I have to grade these papers

Katrina:

Have you seen my phone?

Brom:

You two stay up, have some fun

Katrina:

Ok

Brom:

Baby, come upstairs when y’all are done 

Katrina:

Ok 

Ichabod:

Sweet dreams

Brom:

Right, goodnight, everyone

Delicious dinner, honey

Katrina:

Go leave us be

Ichabod:

I think that we should do this again

Brom:

Yes

Ichabod:

Yes, again 

Katrina:

Another 

Katrina and Brom:

Dinner for three!

Ichabod:

Dinner for three!

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The three talk for a bit after dinner, then Brom leaves to get ready for tomorrow, and Katrina finally convinces Ichabod to stay a while later and talk over cappuccinos. Before they part ways, they all insist upon having dinner together sometime again. 

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What Do You Do

Track 8

Katrina:

 Well, let’s see. When I was 18

I got pregnant, and promptly married Brom

Didn’t love him, but was psyched to be a mom

Then I lost the baby anyway, but here I stay with Brom today

I slay a chardonnay and pray for calm

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What do you do

When your life isn’t what it should be

What do you do

When you don’t do much good

What do you do

When you’ve misunderstood

The question

What do you do

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What do you do

When each day you’re just waiting a new

What do you do

With the walls closing in

What do you do

When you’ve always just been

Debating 

What do you do

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What do you do

When the life you had planned

Dinners and dresses and dancing

Turns out to be just a fantasy land

Foreign when you’re in an aimless romance

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What do you do

When you’ve lost every dream you once knew

Do you rebel

Give him hell

And then give him his due

Or resent him who sent him to you

Concede that you need him too

Tell me 

What do you do

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Katrina thinks about her relationship with Brom and what to do in their failing marriage, while wishing she could have the glamorous life she always knew she needed.

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History

Track 9

Brom:

In conclusion, while the Battle of Pelham was one of the less bloody skirmishes of the Revolutionary War, it just goes to show even in 1776, you had to watch your ass in the Bronx.

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Ok, so hey, maybe it’s not NYU

Sure, but, so what, sometimes you have to make due

Something, somehow, somewhere could someday come through

For me, for us

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Maybe I don’t teach at an Ivy League school

Maybe I won’t reach a position that cool

Maybe this is it, but I’m nobody’s fool

I’m trying

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Plus, she never promised me all of her heart 

She only promised ‘till death do us part

And I still love her and she’s so unhappy 

And I can see it and it upsets me 

And she starts crying and I can’t think of anything to say and so I hide away inside

History 

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Clear, consistent

History 

Age-resistant 

History

Staggeringly vast 

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No guessing games

Facts and figures

Dates and names 

Written down in 

History 

Records of the past

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I can’t be that hero who whisks her away

Just plant, be at home

And it’s doubtful I’d stray 

She can’t see that sometimes you just have to stay slow and low key

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What’s so wrong with that?

What’s so wrong with this town?

What’s so wrong with Kat?

Why that permanent frown? 

Why’d she rather chat with that teacher from down in nyc?

In her he stirs something latent, it seems

Reviving all of her juvenile dreams 

I used to have that, I used to dream too, I used to fear I would end up here teaching

History

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Wanted to be somebody

Never thought I’d fail

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But I make the best of it

Just have to shake the rest of it 

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Can’t rewrite the history

Can’t erase the trail

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Bad enough to watch as she 

Tries to solve the mystery 

Of our tragic history 

A pathetic tale 

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Brom, upstairs after their dinner, prepares for class for the next day. He thinks about his and Katrina’s marriage and feels helpless and unsure of what to do as they watch it fall apart. While he still loves Katrina, he knows it’s not reciprocated and doesn't know how to deal with it. 

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Goes Away

Track 10

Ichabod:

You see, when I initially got to New York, I wasn’t meeting anyone and didn’t have any friends, let alone, uh, romantic relationships? And the people I worked with weren’t going out to the same places I was, so

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At first I’d go out to the bars, just by myself, and just to drink, searching for company, for friends, for sex for fun or just to think, I wasn’t good at starting conversation ‘round those guys, my tongue  forever tied

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So when this one guy said hello and asked me if I’d like to go, I just said sure and didn’t care wherever he took me and so we ended up at his place doing all these lines of blow, my eyes were opened wide

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Tongue is numb, but finally it’s looser

Lips are dry and heart beats fast

Find another substance producer

Make this last 

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Finally free of past inhibitions 

Finally free to play 

And just hoping that it never goes away

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But then, of course, as these things go, I started doing more and more

And hanging out with all these people I had never met before

I’d take some pill and later wake up on somebody’s floor 

In some disgusting den 

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And thoughts would often cross my mind

Like “just stay home tonight, alright?”

But then my hands would start to shake, my head would ache

I tried to fight it, but the urge was way too strong 

I’d grab that bowl and light it 

Do it all again

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Grind your teeth and wait for the sunrise

Call in sick- not feeling well

Close the curtains, hate every sunrise

Daylight hell

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Lock your door and pray that you make it through another day

While still hoping that it never goes away

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Then rock bottom

First, you get fired

That’s ok, more time to play

Paranoia 

“Hey, you look tired” they all say

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Out of money, soon you’re evicted 

Where you gonna stay?

An idea into view

Start all over, life brand new

In deciding that it’s you who goes away

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Just go away

Get out of the city

Somewhere sorta pretty

Grab the life you thought you knew and tear it apart

Find a fresh beginning

Call an extra inning

Clear away the broken pieces

Make a brand new start

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Find a job and say what you have to

Teaching music

Sure- why not?

Small town life

You just need to laugh though your own plot 

Pack your bags and head for the station 

Find a place to stay 

And you’ll find yourself another part to play 

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It’s your fruitless former life

That goes away

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At a Narcotics Anonymous meeting, Ichabod describes his past struggles with drugs and alcohol, telling the story of how he fell into addiction, lost everything, and moved to Tarrytown to start over.

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Down the Stairs

Track 11

Katrina:

Down the stairs and out the door

To think I really could

Down the stairs, away from cares he never understood

Dreaming for years of this moment

Dealing with fears that I would

Pack up and go down the stairs for good

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Down the stairs for something new

A chance to change, to grow

Down the stairs, a clean debut 

Into another show

Wondering where this will take me

Loving the fact I don't know

Loving that I’ll find out once I go

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Down the stairs and out the door 

And into light and air

Down the stairs, a word awaits 

Alone, awake, aware

Somebody maybe who sees me

Somebody maybe who cares

Maybe if I make down the stairs

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Up the stairs is strong and stable

Up the stairs is sad and staid

Up the stairs was just a fable we made

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Down the stairs and out the door 

And into open sky 

Down the stairs and on my own

Just me myself and I

Never believed I would do it

Never believed I could fly

Down the stairs and out the door

Goodbye 

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Katrina reflects on her unhappy marriage and her desire to leave and live the life she always wanted. 

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Apple-Picking Song

Track 12

Brom:

Get in the car, turn on a tune

It’s not too far, we’ll be there soon

The trip’s not long, out to the farm

Fun afternoon, to sing an apple-picking song

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We need some time, just you and me

Throw on some jeans and you will see

Me looking strong on a ladder

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Katrina: 

Brom- 

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Brom: 

It doesn’t matter, sing an apple-picking song

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Brom:

We need a break, need some give and take

We need some time on our own

Time to relax and just be

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Just a day, just that getaway

We always postponed 

Just us alone, you and me

See 

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We can’t give up now, can’t just resign 

To these days of football and wine

Our whole lives long, it’s depressing 

‘Stead of stressing, sing this apple-picking song

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Katrina:

Wow, ok, your timing’s not so good

I had thought you’d seen this coming

Brom, I guess not, it’s time you understood 

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Brom: 

Katrina

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Katrina:

Where’s my phone, shit, I can never find it

Plus, look outside, see that cloud

What if it rains?

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Brom: 

I don’t see a cloud, Katrina

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Katrina:

I swear did

Plus, I promised that I’d see Ichabod Crane’s place sometime 

Might as well go visit him today 

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Brom:

Katrina 

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Katrina:

Stop

For once, just listen, please

I’m leaving 

And just so we’re clear

Brom, you know I love you in my own way

But I just can’t stay here

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Brom (simultaneous):

Dear 

Please get in the car, it’s almost noon

It’s not too far, we’ll be there soon

The trip’s not long

You’re a goddess, I’m a buffoon

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Katrina (simultaneously):

Brom, I’m sorry, I don’t want to fight

But I think it’s just too late for us

I’m all packed, I’ll call, I will, tonight 

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Brom:

We need this apple-picking song

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Katrina: No, Brom

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Brom (simultaneously):

We need some time, just you and me

Throw on some jeans and you will see

That we’re still strong

Sure we’re stretchy, but for a patch 

We have our apple-picking song

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Katrina (simultaneously):

What we need isn’t apples, we need time

Time on our own, I mean, time alone, away from one another

Time to reevaluate our lives and marriage

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Brom:

We need a break, sure, some give and take

But we can work this out here 

Talk off my ear, please

Just stay

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Katrina:

Brom-

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Brom:

Just a day, just that getaway

I always postponed

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Katrina:

It’s just a week or two

We need this

Don’t misread this, ok?

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Brom:  Well, can you tell me where you’ll be at least? 

Katrina:  I’ll be at Ichabod’s. I’ll call, ok?

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Brom:

Sure, take a minute

Take a whole year

See if I care

I’ll just be here, where I belong

Emasculated, worthless, deflated by an apple-picking-

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Sensing the tension in their relationship, Brom suggests that he and Katrina spend a day at an apple farm, just the two of them.  He believes that the way to fix their relationship is to spend time together and connect so they can be closer as people and understand each other better.  At the same time, Katrina has decided that they need space to “re-evaluate [their lives] and marriage” and tells Brom that she’ll be spending a week or two at Ichabod’s place.  Brom begs her to stay, telling her that they can work out their issues together, but Katrina refuses.  Eventually, Brom unhappily concedes and (presumably) Katrina leaves.

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[tarrytown-lyrics]

The Man in the Middle

Track 13

Ichabod: 

The man in the middle

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The man in the middle

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One between two

The glue of all three

The man in the middle is me

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The guy in the center

The friction preventer 

The devil’s presenter 

The key

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The man in the middle 

A twice second fiddle

Balancing each precariously

The man in the middle is me

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I play both sides of the field 

The pair divides

My role’s congealed

Once it’s been revealed

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I'm the man-

Biased I'm not    

She needs me, he’s hot  

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One between two

The glue of all three 

The man in the middle is me

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Katrina: 

Ichabod, I’m making dinner and after we’ll cuddle and talk through the night. I’ll pour us some wine, our riotous laughter will make you believe it will all be alright. 

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Brom:

Ichabod, buddy, come over, the game’s on, we’ll bond over pizza and beer. And aren’t you impressed and a little turned on hanging out with a hottie who’s not even queer?

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Katrina: Roomie

Brom: I think about you all the time

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Brom: Buddy

Katrina: I made us that shrimp with cilantro and lime

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Katrina: Steer me

Brom: Miss me

Katrina: Cheer me

Brom: Kiss me

Brom and Katrina: Hold me

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Ichabod:

Now I’ll admit that kiss me bit was maybe all in my head

I concertedly somewhat pervertedly made up a lot of what he said

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And sure it was fun for a second but now I’m prepared to call the score

I’m not just the glue the two pursue, I’m the rope in their tug-of-war

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Ichabod: Yeah I’m the man in the middle

Brom and Katrina: Ichabod, Ichabod!

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Katrina (simultaneous):

I’m making dinner and after we’ll cuddle and talk through the night.

I’ll pour us some wine, our riotous laughter will make you believe it will all be alright. 

Ichabod, listen, I just need to talk.

Can’t we open a bottle and Ichabod pass me the bottle and we’ll open a bottle and drink!

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Brom (simultaneous):

Ichabod, buddy, come over, the game’s on. We’ll talk and we’ll flirt (drink?)

And aren’t you impressed and a little turned on hanging out with a hottie-

Now what do you think?

Ichabod, listen, I just need to talk.

Can we open a bottle, and Ichabod pass me a bottle and drink!

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Ichabod (simultaneous):

The man in the middle

One between two

The glue of all three

The man in the middle is me

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Brom and Katrina:

The man in the middle

Ichabod: 

Biased, I’m not

Brom and Katrina:

A twice second fiddle

Ichabod:

She needs me, he’s hot

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All:

Balancing each precariously

The man in the middle is

Ichabod:

Me

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Ichabod is initially enjoying the attention he gets from Brom and Katrina, since both of them want to spend time with him.  As is shown in “Goes Away,”  Ichabod is unused to people actively wanting to spend time with him.  As the song progresses, he realizes that more than being appreciated and liked by the two people he’s become simply another aspect of their lives that divides them.  Katrina desperately wants a friend and for someone to comfort and guide her.  It’s unclear why Brom wants to spend time with Ichabod or whether the desire is entirely one-sided (Ichabod wanting to spend time with Brom because “he’s hot”).  The song ends with Ichabod feeling torn between his two new friends.

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[tarrytown-lyrics]

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow

Track 14

Brom:

They say a headless horseman

A specter lost his soul

Emerges from the shadows

Wanting to be whole

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Riding through the hollow

Pumpkin for a head

Searching for a victim

Doesn’t know he’s dead

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His horse is huge and black

I bet you like that part, eh

But bloody sockets where its eyes should be

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The rider on its back

Pure evil in his heart

The most horrific you could ever see

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On every Halloween

You sense the coming scene

You feel it in the drop in Fahrenheit

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A wise man lives in fear

On this night every year

He knows the phantom lingers in the dark and dangerous deadly night

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Katrina: Brom, stop it, you’re scaring him

Brom: He’s fine.  Aren’t you?

Ichabod: I’m fine. So, who’s this horseman?

Brom: A Hessian, one of thirty thousand German soldiers sent here to fight on England’s side during the revolutionary war

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Brom:

One Hessian in particular

A giant, fearsome beast

Slaughtered piles of colonists

Before the fighting ceased

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Towering high on horseback

He galloped through the mud

Slicing heads of soldier boys

To quench his thirst for blood

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George Washington himself

Was said to fear the man

He urged his troops to hunt the deadly kraut

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His men picked up the charge

The generals all sat down

And planned an ambush just to flush him out

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October thirty-first

The soldier’s luck reversed

They gathered in the hollow and lay still

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And who should ride in then

But the Hessian and his men

As darkness fell on Tarrytown, the colonists heard fire at will

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Their muskets blast the air

He jerks with each new shot

His story should be over then

But sorry to say it’s not

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‘Cause one ambitious new recruit

Is eager to impress

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And like future generations

Often Middle-eastern nations

Desperate to be patriotic

Pulls out something idiotic

He grabs hold his trusty saber

And with some admitted labor

Saws through flesh, tissue, and tendon

Gives the spinal cord and bend and

Snaps his head clean or his torso

Holds it high, “look what I got!”

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Now the headless spirit gallops through the frost

Forever searching for the severed head he yearns for

Burns for

Lost

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If he finds you out on Halloween alone

He’ll cut off your head, just leave you dead

And take it for his own

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Brom tells Ichabod the Legend of Sleepy Hollow.  I’m guessing he knows the story well because he’s a history professor at the local college and because the Legend of Sleepy Hollow takes place in Tarrytown.  

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[tarrytown-lyrics]

When You’re Near

Track 15

Ichabod:

When you’re near

It’s like I can’t focus or breathe

When you’re near

I can’t decide what it is either

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It’s joy

Or it’s hell

When you’re near

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When you’re near

My skin gets all clammy and wet

Yeah, it’s gross

But really the way that I get

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When you’re close, every time

When you’re near, when you’re near

You are near

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When you’re near

I think about all the things I’ve done right

When you’re near

A shitty day is a prurient night

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When you’re near, when you’re near

When you’re here, when you’re close

When you’re near

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When you’re there

Looking at me from under your eyes

When you’re close

I smell your fragrance, a citrus surprise

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When you’re close, only then

Only all the time when you are near

You are near

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Standing here

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I’m aware that this is a lot to take in

It’s not fair to throw this on you

But I don’t care, because this is the sanest I’ve been

Since I moved here

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I’ve improved here

So can you

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And so what, so maybe the neighbors will talk

Say we’re smiting the lord up above

And maybe not, even I can’t get over the shock

That I love you, Brom I love you

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I’m in love

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Did you hear what I said

Do you have something to say

I can see you’re like me, spinning lost and forlorn

Always cursing the day and the way you were born

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When you’re near

I dream of the future we’ll share

When you’re near

I fantasize seeing you there

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Doubt and fear disappear

When you’re near

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When you’re near

When you’re near

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When you smile I resile

From denial all the while

I can’t bear knowing there

Lies somewhere infantile shame and fear

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Brom, let it out, I’m standing right here

When you’re near me don’t you feel the same way I do

When you’re near

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Ichabod confesses his love to Brom.  

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[tarrytown-lyrics]

Ichabod

Track 16

Ichabod:

Lately, it seems

Separating my memories from dreams

Getting harder when various themes

Start to surface again

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Waiting here in the dark

Waiting here on a bridge

In a graveyard yet

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What is that sound

God, it’s quiet with no one around

Just don’t think of what rests underground

All the bodies interned

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Sleeping there evermore

Wonder if they all heard

What he said to me

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Ichabod, meet me alone of the bridge

Ichabod, meet me tonight

I’d started to doubt some

But looks like the outcome is bright

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Why’d it so cold

Where’d October go? Winter takes hold

It’s so dark, like that story he told

Soldier boys with no heads

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Bet they’re buried in here

Wonder if he is too

Here lies the Hessian

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Watch where you tread

Careful that you don’t step on his head

Or he’ll find you and you’ll wind up dead

Just like everyone here

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Not very romantic

But he asked me to

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Ichabod, meet me tonight on the bridge

Ichabod, you know the one

I’ll throw off Katria, that babbling hyena

We’re done

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I exaggerate

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Ichabod, turns out you made the right move

Coming to Tarrytown too

For once in your being

You’re finally seeing it through

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I always feared it would never connect

Romance eluded above me

Now it’s appeared and I’ve felt its effect

Turns out that someone can love me

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When he’s here

He’ll kiss me and hold me and say

I am yours and hand in hand we’ll run away 

From before

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Him and me

And he’ll teach me ‘bout football

And I’ll teach him how to be free

Free from himself, free from his fear

And together we’ll weather wherever we steer 

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When-

When- 

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They say a headless horseman...

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Pulse is racing, what did I take

It feels like nothing else I’ve tried

Mind is spacing, am I awake

Or have I died

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Have I died

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Ichabod Crane, pull it together

Now you’ve taken some drug

Don’t you forget that 

You’ve done this before, you’ll be alright 

Some hallucination’s fine

No big deal, I’m okay

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Don’t get paranoid now 

He’ll be here soon

He will protect you

He’s meeting you here, that’s what he said

Any minute now, he’ll come

And we’ll go on our way

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And he’ll hold me and I’ll kiss him and cry

And he’ll know why and

He won’t say a word, neither will I

He’ll just lay me down and-

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What was that, in the distance

It sounded like maybe- I don’t know

But the horse with its rider

Revived from long ago

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Just let me die

Just kill me and chop off my head

Who would care

Who would notice if I turned up dead

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Not Brom, not his wife

They’re too busy destroying the other one’s life

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So who cares 

‘cause freaks like me are forgotten and left to die 

Somewhere scary like Tarrytown, and so am I

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After Ichabod confesses his love, Brom tells Ichabod to meet him on the bridge overlooking an old graveyard on Halloween.  Ichabod is excited because he believes that Brom loves him too and he congratulates himself on finally making a move.  As he’s waiting for Brom, he contemplates what’s going on.  The dark and the cold and the story Brom told are making him nervous but he tries to fight his fear by thinking about their imminent romance.  The plot is a bit unclear, but Ichabod apparently takes some kind of drug that he’s not familiar with, possibly to help ease his nerves.  It seems to work, and he reassures himself that Brom will be there soon.  I’m not sure if there’s some cut dialogue or the context is given through action, but the mood shifts again.  Ichabod suddenly feels like nobody cares about him or would even notice if he died and that even his two friends wouldn’t care.  

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Then comes the big finale and I’m not actually sure what happens.  In the original story, the headless horseman shows up and Ichabod is so scared that he leaves town forever.  In the modern adaptation, it could be the horseman, it could be Brom dressed as the horseman, it could be a hallucination from whatever Ichabod took, or it could be something else.  Maybe Ichabod falls off the bridge and dies or maybe he accidentally or on purpose overdoses.  I really have no idea, but I know it’s big.

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[tarrytown-lyrics]

Another Halloween

Track 17, the final song

Katrina:

Another Halloween

Another glass to clean

There goes another year that I’m still sitting here

Maintaining the routine 

Another Halloween

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Brom: Any more trick-or-treaters?

Katrina: Not for a while now, I think they’ve all gone to bed.

Brom: Finally. We should too. Are you coming up?

Katrina: Soon.  Brom, do you think we could go into the city next weekend? Maybe… see a show?

Brom: Ooh, next weekend… I don’t know. You know, I have to rake all the leaves up before it snows or it’ll ruin the lawn…

Katrina: Never mind. It was just an idea.

Brom: Maybe the weekend after, okay? I’ll- I’ll see ya upstairs. I love you.

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Katrina:

Another Halloween

Another stilted scene

Sustaining, playing house, a stranger for a spouse

Behind a private screen

Another Halloween

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Not moving on, not looking back

A life frustratingly flaccid

Last year’s mistake, I tried to break

Through the placid sheen

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Another Halloween (Ichabod, Ichabod, Ichabod, Ichabod)

Caught somewhere in-between (Ichabod, Ichabod)

Contentment and despair, a worthless solitaire (Ahhhhh, Ahhhhh)

A fractured figurine

Another Halloween

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This takes place a year after the rest of the story and acts as an epilogue.  Katrina is still with Brom who, despite wanting her to love him, still seems unwilling to listen to her and acknowledge her needs.  Katrina is expressing her frustration that her life continues it the same dull but stable way it was before while remembering the events of the last year, when she thought she might finally be able to break free.