The Teacher's Argument (From The Musical " Fame") 歌詞
The Teacher's Argument (From The Musical " Fame") - Original London Cast
Composed by：Steven Margoshes
Artists are special celestial fools
Blessed with the talent for breaking the rules
Unfit for confinement in cubicle schools
Artists are special
Artists are people not primitive fools
They learn what to do before breaking the rules
They know that the brain is the finest of tools
Artists are people
Whether in theatre or music or dance
They have to be given the chance
To fly by the seat of their pants
To develop their minds
To be nurtured like plants
Artists are part of the same human race
As everyone else in the same bloody place
You learn to survive or you fall on your face
Artist or not
Artist or not
Greta you know that 90 of these kids
Will never make a living in the arts
We have to prepare them for life
Or what's Tyrone gonna do if
He can't make it as a dancer
Mop floors
Tyrone will make it
I've seen them come and go for all these years
Kids with no talent for anything more than carrying spears
Another year another shipment
Lacking the drive or the style or the basic equipment
This one is different
And I can see me there unremarkable me
The kid in the ballet class
The princess I wanted to be
Tutu and point shoes
Hair in a bun
Completely unnoticed as if I were no-one
This one is different I tell you
This one can dance
This one is special I tell you
Give him a chance
Tyrone will make it he will
Fine and I wish him luck
But this is an academic institution with academic standards
Oh I know
We're the fame high school now
Ever since that movie came out
They come here expecting to become stars
And you people think you run the show here
Oh teach them to perform and who cares
If they can read or write
Who needs to write anyway
As long as they can sign their name on a contract
And who are you
Defender of the true faith
Exactly
What did they tell me when I was a girl
Learn
Day after day when I was a girl
Learn
The land of dreams waits over the meadow
If you can find a way
Out of the ghetto
Learn learn
Put your faith in books
That will protect you
Put your faith in books
And a mind of your own
Neither charm or looks
Will make them respect you
You must learn to stand
You must learn to stand alone
Picture a little girl
In glasses and brace
A little starch dress at the end of the corridor
She's holding to walk waiting for the bell ring
Parying for the day to end
Forcing herself to go back to her class again
Hearing her mamas words
'Put your faith in books'
This one is different
Put your faith in books
This one can dance
Put your faith in books
Artists are special
Artists are people
This one must have the chance
This one must have the chance