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Wait for Me, I’m Coming Too (Hadestown #9)

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Bacon’s journey to Hadestown wraps up this week in three final installments. One fears things may not end well, and yet – one hopes.

As today’s action begins, Orpheus been gone a long time, working on his song. When he finally comes looking for Eurydice, he can’t find her.

“Where is she?” he asks Hermes, distraught.

          Six feet under the ground. In Hadestown.

“Wait For Me,” Orpheus cries (well, sings) in one of the signature songs of the show. Can she possibly hear him, so far away? Then he sets off on the dangerous journey to hell.

[Orpheus, desperately] – “Mister Hermes…”

[Hermes] – “Hey the big artiste –
Ain’t you workin on your masterpiece?”

Where’s Eurydice?

Brother what do you care
You’ll find another muse somewhere

Where is she?

Why you want to know?

Wherever she is, is where I’ll go –

And what if I said she’s down below
Six feet under the ground below
She called your name before she went
But I guess you weren’t listening

No [anguished]

So just how far would you go for her?

To the end of time, to the end of the earth –

You got a ticket?

No 

Yeah, I didn’t think so.
Course there’s another way
But I ain’t supposed to say

Another way?

Around the back
But that ain’t easy walking Jack
That ain’t for the sensitive of soul
So do you really want to go?

With all my heart

With all your heart
Well that’s a start…

 

How to get to Hadestown
You’ll have to take the long way down
Through the underground, under cover of night
Laying low, staying out of sight
Ain’t no compass, brother, ain’t no map
Just a telephone wire and a railroad track
Keep on walking and you don’t look back
‘Til you get to the bottomland

Wait for me, I’m coming
Wait, I’m coming with you
Wait for me, I’m coming too
I’m coming too

River Styx is high and wide
Cinderbricks and razorwire
Walls of iron and concrete
Hound dogs howling round the gate
Those dogs’ll lay down and play dead
If you got the bones, if you got the bread
But if all you got is your own two legs
Just best be glad you got ’em

Wait for me, I’m coming
Wait, I’m coming with you
Wait for me, I’m coming too
I’m coming too…

You’re on the lam, you’re on the run
Don’t give your name, you don’t have one
And don’t look no one in the eye
That town will try to suck you dry
They’ll suck your brain, they’ll suck your breath
They’ll pluck the heart right out your chest
They’ll truss you up in your Sunday best
And stuff your mouth with cotton

Wait for me, I’m coming
Wait, I’m coming with you
Wait for me, I’m coming too
I’m coming
Wait…

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