Jim Walton - Opening Doors lyrics

(Charley types on a typewriter. Frank slams down the piano keys in frustration.) [FRANK] How's it going? [CHARLEY] Good. You? [FRANK] Fair [CHARLEY] Yeah, tell me (Phone rings.) [FRANK] (Answers phone.) Chinese laundry [MARY] (Also at a typewriter, into phone.) Hi! [FRANK] Mary! [CHARLEY] Say hello! [MARY] I think I got a job! [FRANK] Where? [MARY] True Romances [FRANK] Posing? [MARY] Thank you. Writing captions [FRANK] What about the book? [MARY] What about the book? [FRANK] Nothing, are you working on your book? [MARY] Yes [FRANK] Good [MARY] No [FRANK] Mary! [MARY] Right, I know, yes, me and Balzac! (She hangs up. They all resume work on their typewriters and piano.) [CHARLEY] I finished the one-act So where are we eating? I'm doing a rewrite I rewrote the rewrite I'm meeting an agent [FRANK] I got an audition Rehearsal pianist The publisher called me I saw My Fair Lady I sort of enjoyed it [MARY] I started the story I'm moving to Playboy My parents are coming I threw out the story [ALL] We'll all get together on Sunday We're opening doors Singing, "Here we are!" We're filling up days On a dime That faraway shore's Looking not too far We're following every star There's not enough time! (They continue working.) [CHARLEY] I sent off the one-act I dropped out of college They're doing my one-act! We started rehearsals. [FRANK] I called a producer He said to come see him I'm playing a nightclub I rewrote the ballad. [MARY] I started the story I met this musician I'm moving to Redbook I finished the story I threw out the story And then the musician I'm moving to Popular Science [ALL] We're opening doors Singing, "Look who's here!" Beginning to sail On a dime That faraway shore's Getting very near We haven't a thing to fear We haven't got time! (They go back to work intensely.) [FRANK] How's it coming? [CHARLEY] Good. You? [FRANK] Done! [CHARLEY] One minute! [FRANK] (The phone rings and Frank answers it.) Hamburg Heaven! [MARY] (into phone) Hi! [FRANK] Mary! [CHARLEY] Say hello! [MARY] I got another job! [FRANK] Where? [MARY] Chic [FRANK] What's that? [MARY] A brand-new concept: Pop-up pictures [FRANK] What about the book? [MARY] What about the book? [FRANK] Did you give the publisher the book? [MARY] Yes! [FRANK] Good [MARY] No... [FRANK] Mary! [MARY] Look, I- CHARLEY (He rips the paper out of the typewriter.) Finished! [FRANK] Let me call you back [MARY] (She hangs up.) Right [CHARLEY] This is just a draft [FRANK] Right [CHARLEY] Probably it stinks [FRANK] Right! [CHARLEY] I haven't had the time to do a polish... [FRANK] Will you sing! [CHARLEY] Right... (Reading from his lyrics) "Who wants to live in New York? Who wants the worry, the noise, the dirt, the heat? Who wants the garbage cans clanging in the street? Suddenly I do!" (They are now auditioning for Joe Josephson.) "They're always popping the cork" I hate that line... "The cops, the cabbies, the salesgirls up at Saks You gotta have a real taste for maniacs Suddenly I do!" [JOE] That's great That's swell The other stuff as well It isn't every day I hear a score this strong But fellas, if I may There's only one thing wrong: There's not a tune you can hum There's not a tune you go bum-bum-bum-di-dum You need a tune to go bum-bum-bum-di-dum Give me a melody! Why can't you throw 'em a crumb? What's wrong with letting 'em tap their toes a bit? I'll let you know when Stravinsky has a hit Give me some melody! Oh sure I know It's not that kind of show But can't you have a score that's sort of in between? Look, play a little more, I'll show you what I mean ? [CHARLEY] "Who wants to live in New York? I always hated the dirt, the heat, the noise But ever since I met you, I-" [JOE] Listen, boys Maybe it's me But that's just not a humumumumumumable melody! (Joe begins to leave.) Write more, work hard Leave your name with the girl Less avant-garde Leave your name with the girl Just write a plain old melodee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee Dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee... [CHARLEY] They're stopping rehearsals They ran out of money They screwed up the laundry We're being evicted. [MARY] We lasted one issue My book was rejected My parents are coming I saw the musician I'm having a breakdown. [FRANK] The nightclub was raided I have to start coaching My wallet was stolen. [ALL] We'll all get together on Sunday They're slamming the doors Singing, "Go away!" It's less of a sail Than a climb That faraway shore's Farther every day We're learning to ricochet We still have a lot to say [FRANK] You know what we'll do? [CHARLEY] What? [FRANK] We'll do a revue [CHARLEY] What? [MARY] What? [FRANK] We'll do a revue of our own! [MARY] What? [CHARLEY] Where? [MARY] Why? [CHARLEY] When? [FRANK] Not just songs, but stories, scenes, piano pieces, mime! [CHARLEY] Yeah! [MARY] Frankly Frank! [FRANK] A showcase of our own! [CHARLEY] Where? [FRANK] The club's reopening [MARY] We'll write a lot of new stuff [CHARLEY] Rewrite old stuff [FRANK] What about the girl? [CHARLEY] What about the girl? [FRANK] Only that we're gonna need a girl [CHARLEY] Well, Mary- [MARY] Thanks, I don't perform except at dinner (A girl auditions for them.) [GIRL] "Who wants to live in New York? Who wants the worry, the noise, the dirt, the heat Who wants the garbage cans clanging in the street" [FRANK, spoken] Thank you for coming (A second girl, Beth, steps up.) Next eight, please [BETH] "They're always popping their cork" [FRANK, spoken] (to Ted) Up a tone [BETH] "The cops, the cabbies, the salesgirls up at Saks" [FRANK, spoken] Up a tone [BETH] "You gotta have a real taste for maniacs" [FRANK, spoken] Thank you. You're hired [BETH] I'm Beth [FRANK] I'm Frank [BETH] I really thought I stank [MARY] I'm Mary [CHARLEY] Charley [FRANK] By the way I'm told we open Saturday [CHARLEY, MARY, & BETH] What! [MARY] You're not serious! [CHARLEY] Nobody's ready! [FRANK] Apparently someone cancelled a booking [CHARLEY] The songs aren't finished [MARY] And what about costumes? [BETH] And how do I learn all these numbers? [FRANK] I'll bring you the copies of everything later this evening [BETH] Okay, but I'll have to have all the music, and Saturday I've got to sing at a wedding. Oh God, is there dancing, 'cause I'm not a dancer [CHARLEY] Not to mention I still haven't finished the Synanon song or the Kennedy number And what'll we do about getting publicity Run around town putting stickers on windows [FRANK] You don't have to, we'll segue the End of it into the dance we cut out No, we'll use it but not with the long introduction [MARY] And have we decided or not on the restaurant sketch? I need two or three days to replace it [ALL] We'll worry about it on Sunday! We're opening doors, singing, "Here we are!" We're filling up days on a dime That faraway shore's looking not too far We're following every star There's not enough time! We're banging on doors, shouting, "Here again!" We're risking it all on a dime That faraway shore's looking near again The only thing left is when We know we should count to ten We haven't got time! We haven't got time!