Papers (”You’re not from around here, son...”) [Intro]

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Patrick Page - Pop, Folk

Papers (”You’re not from around here, son...”) [Intro]

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[HADES, spoken] Young man... I don't think we've met before.​ You're not from around here, son.​ Don't know who the hell you are but I can tell you don't belong.​ These are workin' people, son! Law-abiding citizens.​ Go back to where you came from.​ You're on the wrong side of the fence.​ [PERSEPHONE, spoken] Hades, I know this boy.​ [HADES, spoken] One of the unemployed? [PERSEPHONE, spoken] His name is Orpheus.​ [HADES, spoken] You stay out of this.​ [HERMES, spoken] Orpheus was a poor boy— [HADES, spoken] You hear me, son? [HERMES, spoken] You might say he was naive— [HADES, spoken] You better run! [HERMES, spoken] But this poor boy raised up his voice with his heart out on his sleeve.​ [EURYDICE, spoken] No! Orpheus, you should go.​ [ORPHEUS] I'm not goin' back alone— I came to take her home! [HADES laughs.] [HADES, spoken] Who the hell do you think you are? Who the hell you think you're talkin' to? She couldn't go anywhere, even if she wanted to.​ You're not from around here, son.​ If you were, then you would know: That everything and everyone in Hadestown, I own.​ But I only buy what others choose to sell.​ Oh, you didn't know? She signed the deal herself.​ And now she— [ORPHEUS, spoken] It isn't true— [HADES, spoken] Belongs to me.​ [ORPHEUS, spoken] It isn't true— What he said— Eurydice— [EURYDICE, spoken] I did— I do.​ [HADES, spoken] As for you... Everybody gather 'round! Everybody look and see: What becomes of trespassers with no respect for property!

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  • Anaïs Mitchell