It All Comes Back (Opening)
专辑：Fun Home (A New Broadway Musical)
歌词
Daddy!
Hey, Daddy, come here, okay?
I need you.
What are you doing?
I said come here.
You need to do what I tell you to do.
Listen to me.
Daddy!
Come here!
Hey, right here!
Right now!
You’re making mad.
Listen to me.
Listen to me.
Listen to me....
I wanna play airplane.
I wanna play airplane.
I wanna play airplane!
I wanna put my arms out and fly...
Like the Red Baron in the Sopwith Camel!
No, wait—
Like Superman!
Up in the sky
Till I can see all of Pennsylvania...
Hey! Gimme a hand.
What’d you get, Daddy?
Right, right right.
It’s from Clyde Gibbon’s barn. What a haul!
He said, “Take what you want.”
I said, “Clyde, are you sure?”
He said, “It’s all junk to me.”
I said, “Okay, Clyde, okay!”
C’mon. Take a look.
You go to auctions,
yard sales, comb the dump.
There’s crap, there’s crap,
there’s— hey.
What’s this?
More crap?
No.
[sung] Linen!
This is linen!
Gorgeous Irish linen!
See how I can tell?
Right here,
this floating thread, you see
That’s what makes it damask.
And the weight, the weight, this drape!
And the pattern, crisp and clear!
See how it’s made from
Matte and shine?
It’s tattered here, but all the rest—
How beautiful!
How fine!
Okay, okay. What else?
Crap... crap... dead mouse...
Ooh, can I have it?
It’s all yours.
What’s this?
Silver?
Is this silver?
Is this junk, or silver?
With polish, we can tell.
I love how tarnish melts away,
Opening to luster.
And the mark, is there a mark?
Yes, this stamp, you see? Right here!
That’s how the craftsman leaves a sign
That he was here and made his work
So beautiful,
So fine...
This has traveled continents to get here,
And crossed an ocean of time,
And somehow landed in this box
Under a layer of grime.
I can’t abide romantic notions
Of some vague long ago.
I want to know what’s true,
Dig deep into who
And what
And why
And when
Until now gives way to then.
Did you ever imagine I’d hang on to your stuff, Dad?
Me either.
But I guess I always knew
that someday I was going to draw you...
In cartoons.
Yes, Dad, I know.
You think cartoons are silly.
But I draw cartoons,
and I need real things to draw from,
‘cause I don’t trust memory.
But, god, this thing is ghastly!
You were so ecstatic when you found it
At a yard sale.
No, no, wait—
In Mr. Gibbon’s barn.
It all comes back,
It all comes back,
It all comes back!
There’s you.
And there’s me.
But now I’m the one who’s forty-three
And stuck.
I can’t find my way through.
Just like you.
Am I just like you?
A sign that he was here I can’t abide romantic notions
And made his work. Of some vague long ago.
I want to know what’s true,
Dig deep into who
And what
And why
And when
Until now gives way to then.
Daddy!
Hey Daddy, come here, okay?
I need you.
What are you doing? I said come here.
I wanna play airplane.
I wanna play airplane.
I wanna play airplane!
Caption—
My dad and I were exactly alike.
I see everything!
Caption—
My dad and I were nothing alike.
I’m Superman.
My dad and—
My dad and I—
But, Daddy, come back!