Hi I'm Jason. On this webpage you will find interesting information about Children of Eden and other plays.
Something in the American theater has happened in the last 10 or 15 years. Shows have taken on lives of there own, without the imprimatur of a broadway run. Visit cities all over the country and you'll find long running productions of the shows from our Shear Madness to Maury Yeston & Arthur Kopit's Phantom to San Francisco's legendary Beach Blanket Babylon, shows that cities and regional threaters take to their heart and won't let go of. Children of Eden is one of those shows. It was first produced in London in 1991. Since that initial run the show has gone through several revisions- smaller productions, bigger productions, professional ones and energetic amateur ones. What all of them had in common was an enthusiasm for the piece itself- it's clever take on some of the oldest stories known to man, its buoyant and diverse score, and the opportunities the show provides for a cast of talented actors of all ages, sizes, shapes and colors- of course people embrace the show, how could they not? It's about ALL of us. This recording of the Papermill Playhouse production came about because, after 8 years, the authors felt that the show had achieved it's final form. The production was one where the extraordinary cast {of 65!}, the creative team, the critical community and most important of all, the audiences, embraced this musical that had been developing over the past decade. So for three days in January 1998, a month after the Paper Mill production had closed (due to a Christmas booking commitment), everyonewas happily reunited under the careful guidance of composer/lyricist Stephen Schwartz and the show's Musical Director Danny Kosarin to record the album. As theaters around the country (and the world) produce the show, it will gather fans from both the audiences and the participants in the productions and thanks to the recording they can relive the magic that is Children of Eden.
The Children of Eden soundtrack is available in many music stores. Throughout the weeks to come this site will be updated and pics and songs.
Lyrics
The Spark of Creation
Eve:
"Beyond" . . . "Beyond" . . .
It sounds full of wind and mist, dosn't it?
It means other things exist, doesn't it?
"Beyond"... "Beyond". . .
It says: "Adam, leave your list," Doesn't it?
Father, why does my head
feel this joy and dread
since the moment I said, "Beyond?"
I've got an itching on the tips of my fingers
I've got a boiling in the back of my brain
I've got a hunger burning inside me
Cannot be denied
I've got a feeling that the father who made us
When he was kindling the pulse in my veins
He left a tiny spark of that fire
Smoldering inside
The spark of creation
If flickering within me
The spark of creation
Is blaszing in my blood
A bit of the fire
That lit of the stars
And breather life into the mud
The first inspiration
The spark of creation . . .
I see a mountain and I want to climb it
I see a river and I want to leave shore
Where there was nothing
Let there be something
Something made by me!
There's things waiting for me to invent them
There's worlds waiting for me to explore
I am an echo of the eternal cry of
"Let there be . . ."
The spark of creation
Burning bright within me . . .
The spark of creation
Won't let me rest at all
Until I discover
Or build or uncover
A thing that I can call
My celebration
Of the spark of creation . . .
The spark of creation
May it burn forever
The spark of creation:
I am a keeper of the flame
We think all we want
Is a lifetime of leisure
Each perfect day the same
Endless vacation . . .
Well, that's all right if you're a kind of crustacean
But when you're born with an imagination
Sooner or later you're feeling the fire
Getting hotter and higher . . .
The spark of creation
Children of Eden
Eve:
Like this brief day
My light is nearly gone
But through the night, my children
You will go on
You will know heartache
Prayers that don't work
And times of bitter circumstances . . .
Bit I sitll believe
In second chances . . .
Children of Eden
Where hae we left you?
Born to uncertainty
Destined for pain . . .
Sins of your parents
Haunt you and test you
This your inheritance:
Fire and Rain
Children of Eden
Try not to blame us
We were just human
To error prone
Children of Eden will you reclaim us?
You and your children to some
Some day to come home . . .
Storytellers:
Children of Eden
Where is out garden?
Where is the innocence
We can't regain?
Eve:
Once our eyes are opened
Storytellers:
Once eyes are opened . .
Eve:
Must they harden?
Storytellers:
Must those eyes harden?
Eve:
Must we be lost in the wilderness?
Storytellers:
Lost in the wilderness
Must we remain?
Eve:
Oh my precious children
If you think of us
Try not to blam us
We were just human
To error prone.
All:
Oh, Children Of Eden
You will reclaim us
You and your children to come,
Some day
You'll come
Home.
Stranger to the rain
Yonah:
Shed no tears for me
there'll be rain enough today
im wishing you godspeed
as i wave you on your way
this won't be the first time
i've stayed bhind to face
the nitter consequences
of an ancient fall from grace
i am a daughter of the race of cane
I am not a stranger to the rain
Orphan in the storm
That's a role i've played before
I've learned not to tremble
When I hear the thunder roar
I don't curse what I can't change
I just play the hand i'm dealt
And when they lighten up the rations
I tighten up my belt
I won't say i've never felt the pain
But i am not a stranger to the rain
And for the boy who's given me
The sweetest love i've known
I wish for him another love
So he won't be alone
But I am abound to walk among
The wounded and the slain
And when the storm comes crashing on the plain
I will dance before the lighting
To music sacred and profane
Oh, shed no tears for me
Light no candle for my sake
This journey i'll be making now
Is one we all must make
Shoulder to the wind
I'll turn my face into the spray
And when the heavcen open
Let the drops fall where they may
If the finally wash away the stain
From a daughter of the race of cain
I am not a stranger to the rain
Let it Rain . . .
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